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daysiwrld · 2 months

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꩜1: welcome to paradise

You look up at the sky, it is Wednesday, the first day of school. "I'm early." You mutter to yourself as you check the time on your phone. It was almost eight in the morning, your first class wasn't until 9:45.

You lived off campus, roughly ten minutes away. You woke up early that day but went to sleep late the previous night. It was the beginning of a new semester, at your new college, and you were filled with dread. With each step you took the weight on your chest got heavier.

I hate this feeling

Although you wished to sleep a little longer, you couldn't, your anxiety did not permit it. So you decided to go to school. You planned to get some coffee and then sit in the library until it was time to head to class.

Paradis University wasn't the smallest campus, but in comparison to your previous university, it was. The campus was clean and modern, not many students were there, but you imagined they would flood in within the hour. You stopped by the school's coffee shop, grabbing a hot coffee before heading to the library.

"Have a nice day!" You hear the girl yell as you walk out the door. You wave back with a smile.

Sighing, you walk towards the tall building known as the library. You took in the scenery as you walked. Although there was no sun shining, you noticed that the walkways were all shaded by trees with long branches. Right in the middle of the campus was a huge tree that provided a large area of shade, and a picnic table within it.

Your surroundings were soothing, the worry you felt earlier had diminished a bit, and you felt more hopeful about the school year.

Walking into the library, you silently greet the librarian, and make your way to a secluded area near a window. The library is four stories, but you stayed on the first floor since it wasn't busy.

You dig through your bag taking out earbuds and the book you'd been reading. You check the time. Damn, only 8:30. As you take a sip of your coffee, you notice a figure standing in the corner of your eye.

Your eyes meet with those of a girl your age. She's pretty and thin, with big brown eyes, and long hair that's tied up in a ponytail. You take in her appearance, her outfit was cute and simple, flare jeans, converse, and a fitted graphic tee that enhanced her figure just perfectly.

"Y/n?" the girl questions, you furrow your eyebrows. Do we know each other?

"Yes?" you respond quietly, racking your mind for any memory of her.

"It's me, Sasha...do you remember me?" She asks as she approaches the table.

Sasha...Sasha? oh, Sasha!

"Yes!" you blurt out, startling the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, it just clicked in my brain, and well..." You explain meekly taking out your earbuds.

"It's okay, I'm sorry if I approached you weirdly, I was just walking by and you caught my eye. You just looked so familiar, I was trying to figure out who you were before I realized, sorry." She replies equally embarrassed. You shake your head with a smile, "it's okay."

"But girl, it's been like what, five years? How have you been?" The brunette asks with a smile.

You met Sasha when you were ten, she transferred to your school in 5th grade. You both were instantly glued to each other, becoming the very best of friends. The summer before you turned 15, you moved away suddenly leaving her behind. Due to certain circumstances, you weren't able to say goodbye properly, leaving Sasha confused, sad, and alone.

You felt your chest tighten at the memory, oh how terrible you felt now.

Ignoring your heavy feelings you give her a weak smile, "I've been...better, but I'm okay."

She nods her head, silence falls upon you both, the feelings you were trying to ignore must have resurfaced for her as well. The abandonment weighed heavy on Sasha's heart.

You sit in silence a few moments longer before she speaks up, "I've missed you, I would think of you ever so often." You nod your head, looking down at the table. You wanted to apologize and explain why you left, but you couldn't bring yourself to, it was too hard for you to talk about. You take a deep breath trying to find the right words to say.

You hear sniffing from across you, you look up to see Sasha with glazed eyes. "I'm really happy to see you again." She smiles. You take in a deep breath looking up towards the ceiling.

"Girl wipe those fucking tears before I start crying." You state, causing her to laugh. You look at her with a smile on your face. "I'm sorry, I get emotional when others do," you state, letting out a laugh and wiping your eyes on your sleeve. She nods her head understandingly. "I hope this isn't weird, but can I hug you? It's okay if you don't-"

Quickly, you get up, stepping out from the table going to her side, hugging her tightly as she sits. Sasha instantly melts in your embrace, getting up to wrap her arms around you. You both stand like that for a few minutes before you both realize how weird you probably look to others. You pull away from Sasha.

"No homo tho..." you state, causing Sasha to laugh.

"Still the same as before, can't have an emotional moment with you ever." Sasha playfully rolls her eyes as the two of you sit back down. "You know me." You reply with a smile.

"On a serious note, I do want to explain what happened, just give me some time, it's not easy for me to talk about. Just know that it wasn't my intention to up and leave. I promise." you assert looking directly into Sasha's eyes.

"I imagined that was the case, I would think 'y/n wouldn't do this to me willingly, something must have happened' and well now I know that's the truth. tell me at your pace, no pressure, just don't leave again, at least without a proper goodbye." she sends a smile.

"Girl, I'll try." You state seriously before laughing. She deadpans, "bitch-"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, of course, I'll never do that to you again." You wave your arms to emphasize. She squints her eyes, "You better not..."

"Anyways, do you have class soon? What time if so?" You ask Sasha, putting your book and earbuds back in your bag. "My first class is at 9:45, it's an art survey class, what about you?" She responds. "Same, what's your professor's name?" you ask. She grabs her phone checking her schedule, "Professor Smith in white hall, room 305."

"Cool, we have the same class," you reply, looking at the schedule on your phone. "We still have roughly an hour til class, you wanna go walk around or something? I was just going to sit here and read." You look up at Sasha. She nods her head grabbing her bag, "Yeah, this is your first year here huh? You want me to give you a tour?" You nod your head grabbing your bag, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Yeah his name is Jean, I think you'll like him," Sasha exclaims as the two of you walk.

She showed you where most of your classes are, the dorms where she stays, and the best hangout spots, but for the most part, you both just talked, catching each other up. You were sure to tell her only about the good things, she was happy and you didn't want to ruin it.

"Really? Well, I can't wait to meet him and all the others." You respond to Sasha as the two of you walk to your first class. The tour wasn't long since everything was nearby. You arrived about 15 minutes early. "Looks like we can get seats in the back since we're early" Sasha points to the back of the lecture room, there were only five other students already there.

The two of you walk to the back left corner of the room near the big windows. "Who'd you say was in this class as well?" You ask as you sit next to her. "Jean and Connie, let me text them and see where they're at." She unlocks her phone, sending them a text. you nod your head turning towards the front. More students began filing in, and you observed them quietly; taking in appearances, and making generalizations about them. It was like a game.

You watch a guy with a buzz cut walk in, he daps up some friends and begins conversing loudly with them, disturbing surrounding students. Too much energy...

You shift your eyes forward when you see another man walk in. He stood very tall and handsome, with light brown hair, his style was simple and comfy, plain black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and some bunny slippers. Bunny slippers?

He stands at the front scanning the room, his eyes land in your direction. "That's Jean," Sasha whispers to you as you stare at the giant walking towards you. "I fuck with his bunny slippers," you reply, causing her to laugh.

"Hey, what are you laughing about?" Jean questions, furrowing his eyebrows a little. "nothing," she waves him off trying to conceal her laughter.

Sasha sat next to the window causing Jean to sit next to you, sandwiching you between them.

Sasha returns to her phone after feeling it vibrate leaving you with Jean.

"So you must be y/n?" He states studying the side of your face intently. You turn to him, "Yeah, I'm Sasha's childhood friend." You didn't mean to sound plain, but talking to men you didn't know made you awkward. He nods his head, "I've heard about you from her, I'm shocked though, she didn't mention that you were attending our university now." his lips curl up into a smile.

"Nor did she mention how pretty you are." He smoothly states, causing you to smile and look away.

"She just happened to run into me today, she didn't know either," you respond still looking away, you couldn't help feeling embarrassed. "C'mon, look at me when you're talking, I can barely hear you." Jean presses, trying to get more of a reaction.

"Hey guys," Buzzcut greets. You wave at him with a small smile ignoring Jean completely.

"Hey Connie," Sasha looks up to acknowledge him before returning to her phone. She texts rapidly as her face becomes more and more serious. I wonder who has her worked up like that...

"Y/n, right?" you turn your head back towards Connie. "Yeah, that's me," you respond, nodding your head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Connie, as you probably gathered." He flashes a smile, pointing at the girl sitting next to you. "Nice to meet you too," you return the smile.

Connie takes his place next to Jean and the two begin conversing about whatever men talk about, you tune them out, looking at the very front again. You notice a tall, serious-looking, blonde man at the podium. must be Dr. Smith.

You check your phone and notice you have five minutes left before class begins, "Sasha, what's your schedule for the rest of the day?"

Locking her phone, she places it facedown on the table turning her attention to you. "I have a break after this, my next class is at twelve-fifteen, and then I have three back-to-back classes until 4:30. Why, what's up?" You shake your head, "just wondering, my next class isn't till twelve-fifteen too, I didn't eat breakfast today, do you want to get food with me after this?"

Sasha gets a big smile on her face, "girl duh, I love food!" she exclaims with a laugh. You smile rolling your eyes jokingly, before you can respond Dr. Smith calls attention to the front.

"Good morning to you all, I am Professor Erwin Smith, and this is Art History 110, if that's not on your schedule, you are not in the right class." The blonde states looking around. A few students embarrassingly grab their things exiting the class quietly.

"I guess the rest of you are meant to be here." He states grabbing a big stack of papers from the desk behind him, he hands small stacks to a couple of kids sitting in the front, directing them to pass them back after getting one.

"Today is a simple day, we are just going over the syllabus and expectations for this class, we shouldn't be here for more than twenty minutes. So please, do not ask questions because I don't want to be here for longer than twenty minutes." scattered laughs are heard throughout the room.

He began spewing about the details on the syllabus, you tried to keep up, but you found it hard to concentrate. Your lack of proper sleep was catching up to you and you hated how bright it was in the room.

"Hey are you okay?" you hear from beside you, you turn to Jean and nod your head, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, I just didn't sleep much last night and it's catching up to me," you reply quietly.

Jean's mouth forms an 'o', "do you have a class after this or break?" he questions, you shake your head, "my next class isn't until 12:15, I'm going to get some food with Sasha since I didn't eat breakfast as well."

"Didn't sleep or eat? What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" he questions half-jokingly. You quietly let out a laugh. Although you just met him, you like Jean, he is a lot easier to talk to for some reason, something that didn't come easy to you with new people let alone men.

"Try getting some rest though, after getting food, maybe take a nap in the library," he suggests. you nod your head, "yeah, I might do that." he stares at you a little longer before turning to focus on Dr. Smith.

Twenty minutes flew by, and Dr. Smith dismissed class promptly. "Remember to do your introduction discussion board before Monday comes! it's easy points and lets your classmates and I know more about you." He lastly says as students leave.

After grabbing your bag you patiently wait for Sasha, who hasn't even begun packing due to being distracted on her phone. Damn, I hope she tells me about whatever is going on later.

"Hey."

You turn to see Jean, "Hey, I thought you left with Connie." He shakes his head, "Nah, he has another class in fifteen minutes, my next class isn't until 12:15. I wanted to see if I could join the two of you?" He asks with a hopeful tone. You nod your head, "for sure, I would like that, I'm sure Sasha doesn't mind."

"What don't I mind?" you hear the brunette question, standing beside you. "Jean wants to join us to get food, is that okay?" you ask her. She puts a finger on her chin pretending to think hard about the question. "Hm, I don't know..." She squints her eyes at Jean causing him to roll his eyes. "Sasha shut up and let's go." He begins walking towards the front. She giggles at his reaction, the two of you following behind him.

"Y/n?" you look up to Jean, waiting for him to continue. Sasha went back to being immersed in her phone, she walked behind as you and Jean walked side by side.

"What are your plans for this Friday?" He looks at you waiting for a response. "I work a morning shift Friday since we don't have school, but nothing after why?"

"Well, there's a party happening that night, and I wanted to see if you like to come. Sasha and all of our friends are going to be there. Are you up for it?" He questions hopefully. You think about it for a second. You aren't a big fan of parties, but you know it would be good for you, you didn't know anyone other than Sasha and Jean, so it wouldn't hurt to socialize.

"Yeah, I'm down," you reply, although deep down, you were reluctant.

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hello! ꨄ︎ first chapter is posted! what are your thoughts? did you like it?

sorry if this chapter is boring to you, i promise it'll pick up next chapter! this chapter is important mainly for y/n and sasha's reunion.

please like! and share if you can, i'd appreciate it greatly. ꨄ︎

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starry-snippets · 27 days

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captivate you. (band au! aot x reader)

howdy guys! started a band au fanfic for aot featuring Connie, Reiner, Marco, Jean, and Eren as the band Paradis. in this story you're a fan of the band since the get, proudly calling yourself an island devil; which is the name for those who rock out to their nu metal albums.

the story will contain adult themes, references to Christianity and religion, drug use (smoking, alcohol consumption, nothing one would call "extreme"), references to mental health issues, toxic pairings/couples (floch x reader), minor violence, profanity, sexual content, other relationships happening adjacently, and lots of mutual pining but being stupid about it :3

hope you cheek it out and enjoy!! will also post here :3

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glcssed · 1 year

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open : f / m / nb

“ look at me . did you really think i wouldn’t find out ? ”

#open starter #indie rp #indie smut rp #niccolo thread.#i missed my boy #this can be any connection tbh #romantic #platonic #someone who works for him #someone who frequents the establishment he owns #which btw is somewhat of a speakeasy #with other underground stuff going on beneath the surface #can switch to medium gifs #<3

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stqrgirlie0 · 1 month

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can you guys tell my type?….😬🙂

#wanna smoke a joint w me in the astronomy tower in the middle of the night? #and then let me ride you while high?😻

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oh-meretseger · 1 month

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part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

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L'amore complicato

fandom - Baby (Netflix)

warnings - smut

[ You are the sister of Niccolò & Camilla Rossi Govender. Nobody knows that you have been involved with your brother's best friend, Brando de Santis, for a long time ]

a/n - this is my first scenario and I’m really nervous to post this. I tried my best and I hope you guys will like it. :)

in this scenario, your name is aleeza

"are you going to chiara today, ale?" Niccolo asked me as he sat down next to me on the couch and put his arm around me.

"I don't know, she's been acting weird lately. I think I'll stay here today, why?"

Niccolo nodded and licked his mouth. "Nothing important. Brando is coming round tonight and staying with us. Mum and Dad aren't here, so we have to make the most of it, don't we?"

He starts to laugh and I laugh with him. If only he knew that I've had feelings for Brando for a long time. Just the thought of him gets me down.

I squeeze my legs together and cross my arms in front of my chest. "So are we going to have a film night?"

I looked at him and he smiled at me. "Of course."

"Film night? I'll be there. What time is he coming?" Cami was leaning against the doorframe and had been listening to us. We looked at her as niccolo sat up straight. "I think around 20:00?"

"Vabbè (okay) "

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I got out of the shower and put on my pyjamas. Well, actually it's just a tank top and shorts, it's hot here in Rome and I sweat quickly. I dried my hair and used hair oil. I took my favourite perfume and sprayed it all over me, I want to smell good for me, not for Brando...

*PIEP*

shit, he's already here.

"Aleeza open the door, it's Brando."

Niccolo shouted from his room and I rolled my eyes. I always have to open the door even though his room is right next to the door, plus it's his friend. Niccolo really has problems.

"I'm in the bathroom, come on you open it."

I shouted back and got upset. There's never any peace and quiet here. "Aleeza, open the fucking door, it's Brando, you know him."

I opened the bathroom door aggressively and closed it behind me so that it banged. "cornuto. (asshole)" I muttered to myself and ran to the door.

I opened the door and saw a curly-haired handsome boy, clearly Brando. He looks so cute but still so sexy. I don't know when I started talking about him so sexually, but every day it got worse.

"Ciao, bella."

He said to me and gave me a quick hug. I smiled and looked down, I was definitely blushing. 'Bella' is what he's calling me my whole life. It was just an insider name at first but by now everyone knows it's just a nickname for me.

Niccolo was never really happy with the nickname, it was a no-go. But he totally exaggerates. Even before I started raving about brando, it wasn't a problem for me. I always thought it was special, to be honest.

"How are you, tutto apposto?" He said to me, looking down at me. He's definitely a lot taller than me.

"Sí, Brando. How are you? Everything okay with you and your parents?" I asked him. Whenever he spends the night with us, there's always a problem with his parents. That's why I ask him. "Yeah everything's fine no worries." He smiled and you could see his cute braces.

I stroked his shoulder with my hand and smiled slightly at him.

"oh go away aleeza. Ciao brando, all good man?" Niccolo came up behind me and aggressively pushed me away. I banged on his door and rolled my eyes. Niccolo can be such a fucking arse.

"Come on, don't push your sister around like that." Brando said and smiled at me. He gave my brother a handshake.

"Since when do you pay attention to aleeza Cazzone?" Niccolo said and gave him a light slap.

"Since I will become your new daddy if I keep doing it with your mum." There he is, the old brando. A disgusting arsehole. But there's something about him that drives me crazy.

"Dai stronzo (come on, asshole) , put your things on my bed." Niccolo gave him a slap on the back of his neck as Brando glided towards Niccolo's room.

It's been a while since we all sat on the couch and watched Friday the 13th. Me, nic and brando are really into horror films. Cami isn't, so for the first 30 minutes she just looked at her mobile phone and covered her ears when she heard screaming, and then at some point she went to sleep.

You couldn't tell that Niccolo was incredibly tired. He was with Virginia today and did God knows what. As broken as he was lying on that couch, it could only be something brutal.

And I was sitting next to Brando. Well, I had my legs in my hands and Brando was lying quite wide, but he was still next to me.

God, what would he think if he knew how I thought up all the scenarios with him every day. I was always just the innocent child without a boyfriend and without a first kiss.

Yes, I am a virgin. But I don't mind, I always wanted it to be Brando. In my dream he was, but in reality - it's probably not going to happen.

I heard Brando yawning next to me and niccolo snoring on the other side. "God, what has he done today?" Brando whispered to me and had to giggle with me.

"He was with Virginia today. I don't know what she did with him." I told him and he started laughing quietly. "Hang on." He said and sat up straight.

I played with my fingers in nervousness because I didn't know what was coming next. "How do you know they're having sex?" He asked me with a questioning look.

Are you serious? I'm 16 and not 2. I know what that means and I know how it works, who does he think he is?

"Brando, seriously? Every normal relationship has that." Hoping I don't say the wrong thing, Brando licked his lips.

"Yeah just relationships... so you know how it goes ale?" He raised his eyebrows.

I started to stutter. "I said relationships. I've never been in one." Brando noticed me getting shy. He smiled slightly and played with the band of his sweatpants. "And you?" I asked quietly so niccolo wouldn't hear.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and looked at me deeply. "I've done it before." Ouch. So the asshole can do it.

"Cool?" I said somewhat dubiously and had to laugh quietly.

"I can show you." He said quietly and I started to sweat. What? He can show me? In front of niccolo? "What do you mean ?" I said quietly with a stutter

He started to laugh. "Have you ever touched yourself, aleeza?" He looked me straight in the eye. And I thought I was going to die. I've touched myself before, but it wasn't anything serious. I didn't do anything and I didn't feel anything.

"yes." I thought I looked cool when I said that after exposing myself to him. "So?" He said and touched my knee with his big hand. He came closer with his face and whispered in my ear "did you come?"

I gasped and automatically covered my mouth. "Brando not here." I whispered back and pointed at niccolo. He looked at niccolo and then back at me. He looked me up and down.

"Did you wear that especially for me?" He pulled on my shorts a little and looked at my tank top. I sat up straight and looked at him. "No..." I breathed in and out deeply

"Mhm definitely." He moved his lips towards my neck. I turned my head to the side to give him more space. But he didn't kiss. He didn't do anything. He just breathed. I leaned back and realized how impatient I was getting.

I moved my lips to his neck this time and started to give short kisses. He held my head with his hand while he leaned his head back. Niccolo was still fast asleep.

My kisses started to get more impatient and wet and I moved my legs to my rhythm. He held my hips tightly and moved with me. He moaned slightly and from then on it was over. I felt something irresistible inside me that could not be interrupted under any circumstances.

I moved my leg slightly over to his lap and felt something in his pants. I smiled as I continued to suck on his neck. I moved uncontrollably onto his lap and moaned at only light contact with his part. Brando had enough. He took my neck with his hand and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Are you sure, ale?" He said almost out of breath as I continued to move onto his lap slow like it was an addiction. "Please." I whispered as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck.

He moaned softly and picked me up from the sofa. He took my hand and walked to my room. I looked back but niccolo was still fast asleep. He opened the door and laid me on the bed. He closed the door and walked towards me.

He was on top of me and started kissing along my neck. I rolled my eyes when I felt his tongue. Fuck I can't take any more. He sucked on my neck and moved up to my face. He looked deep into my eyes and leaned forward. He kissed me hard, needy and like he could never stop. He kissed with tongue as I accepted it and the romantic kiss became a dirty kiss.

He kissed me and ran his hand along my breast. He squeezed it lightly as I moaned into his mouth. He pressed his mouth harder against mine and I felt his thick between my legs.

I whimpered as he continued to massage my boobs, pushing his part harder and harder against me. I bit his lips and I could have sworn I bit them bloody. And I could swear my thong became a swimming pool. He stopped kissing me and quickly pulled away from my lips as they stuck together. He moved down a little and slowly removed my tank top.

I watched him as his eyes got even bigger and the bulge in his sweatpants got more impatient. I bit my lips when he noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra. I felt a little uncomfortable but when he immediately sucked on them and massaged them with his other hand, the feeling went away. I moaned and squeezed the pillow next to me so hard.

"Brando, please." I whimpered and looked over at him. "What baby? What do you want I'll do anything." He whispered and wiped his mouth with his Hand.

"Please eat me out" I whispered and took his face in my hands. He made a soft noise and rolled his eyes. "You're incredible." He said as he ran his tongue along my stomach. "bellissima aleeza." I smiled slightly at the compliment and gasped as I felt his mouth and nose on me. He pressed them against it as he slowly removed my pants

When he took them off, he saw a big stain on my underpants. He smiled and laughed slightly. I panicked and looked down. Omg, I was really wet. That's not just a saying, that really happens? Holy fuck. "Brando I'm sorry I-" I stuttered as he put his finger to my mouth and asked me to be quiet. "That's a compliment mamí. You're ready." He said quietly and took off the white thong.

He bit his lips as he held it in front of him. He was so ready to be a part of my life forever. He leaned on the bed and kissed along my thighs. I rolled my eyes and picked up the pillow and pressed it against my face. I don't want to embarrass myself in any way.

But he took the pillow and threw it at the door. "I want to hear you." He said, and I felt his words on the excited part of my body. "But nicc-" I whimpered when I felt his lips and I gasped. I went up with my hips as he pushed them back down. "Fuck brando." I said softly, stuttering as I kept going up because this feeling is so different.

He licked and sucked on my clit as I opened my mouth without anything coming out. I was petrified. I took my hand and held Brando's hair. I squeezed harder to make the feeling less intense but he squeezed harder.

Tears formed on my face as I felt something in my stomach. He used a lot of spit as he returned to my thighs to give me a little break. I breathed heavily and loudly as he pressed in again and sucked the brains out of me.

There's no way I'm going to look at brando normally after the situation here

I had the feeling that I urgently needed to go to the toilet when I tried to push Brando away. "Brando please..." I whispered with tears in my eyes. "Brando stop I have to go to the toilet." I whimpered and he looked at me with a smile. "You don't have to go to the bathroom, you're coming." He pushed his tongue in further as I squeezed my mouth shut with my hand to reduce my cries.

I rode his face like it was my last day. I moved in sync with his tongue as a liberating feeling came and I exhaled loudly. I breathed quickly and looked at brando who was smearing his face away with his finger. Omg, did I piss on him ?

I went through my hair, this can't be happening. "Congratulations, Bella." He came up to me and kissed me.I was out of breath when his finger came towards his mouth. I looked at him with wide eyes as he sucked on his finger. "Brando..." I moaned and lay back down with my head in the bed. I touched my chest, my neck, everything he had touched. He watched me and licked his lips.

"That was -"

"Brando?!"

Oh fuck, niccolo is still here.

"Brando are you in here?" Niccolo knocked hard and fast on my door as I started to panic and howl. Brando bit his lips in exasperation and pressed his hand against my mouth. "shh, be quiet baby." He said quietly, thinking as he looked around.

Niccolo knocked harder and louder. "Aleeza?!" He shouted and continued knocking. I kept crying and breathing very fast, very unhealthy. "I'm scared brando" I whimpered and touched his hair.

"I know ale, you have to be quiet now." He said and I just nodded with teary eyes. "Why are you yelling?" I heard Camilla say to niccolo as I panicked even more. I'm definitely going to keel over.

"Shit." Mumbled brando as we continued to listen. "I'm looking for Brando and Aleeza won't open the door," niccolo said aggressively and continued banging on the door. "Relax nic, Brando's probably already gone. You know this has happened several times. Let Ale sleep."

Camilla said a little anxiously as I continued to squeeze my eyes shut.

"Get dressed." Brando whispered to me as he handed me my underpants and bra. "I'm leaving through the window." He whispered and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Be strong."

I put on my bra and underpants as I got up from the bed and helped brando open the window quietly.

"Brando are you sure?" I said quietly and howled as it suddenly became quiet outside the door. He nodded and gave me a kiss. "We'll talk tomorrow"

"Brando..." I said and hugged him. "Pretend you were asleep and left before me. I'll find an excuse tomorrow at school. Aleeza please don't say anything or we won't make it." I nodded slightly and swallowed. He climbed through windows and jumped down. I looked down and saw him running away. He looked back and smiled at me. I smiled back and wiped my eyes dry.

"Aleeza I'm coming in now I have your key." Niccolo said as I stood in front of the window in my bra and underpants.

Oh shit.

#brando de sanctis #baby netflix #lorenzo zurzolo #theodore nott #mirko trovato #niccolo rossi #imagine #lorenzo berkshire #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #draco malfoy #timothee chalamet #jude bellingham #blaise zabini

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starzioo · 22 hours

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He’s so Salvatore.

Like oh my god.

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mochimooon · 6 months

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DTF Only (Let's Experiment) - connie springer x reader 18+

pairing: Connie Springer x afab! Reader summary: Connie invites you to a kick-back for some playtime ;) word count: 3500+ notes: Part 4 of DTF Only. My first piece with Connie, don't know what took me so long to write for him because this was more fun than I thought ! I need to write more of him. (Indented text refers to Reader's messages). Thank you to those who gave me ideas of what kind of tattoos Connie would have on this post. I appreciate the inspo! warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, handjobs, vaginal sex ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

You declined Reiner’s offer to stay over. He was still kind of enough to drive you home afterwards. While you had fun with him, you didn’t want to make it awkward for him when he had to check out of the hotel.

Exhausted, you collapse onto your bed after your nighttime routine, reopening Tinder before you go to sleep.

A new message from another match came through a few hours earlier.

Hey there!!!!! What’s up? Wanna hang?

Tapping on Connie’s profile, you see that he’s currently active.

The enthusiasm is nice, but you take the time to assess his profile and pictures like you did with Reiner and Porco.

Light brown hair, kept on the shorter side, cartilage piercings on one ear, and as seen in every photo, a tattoos along his arm. You can’t make out what they are, however. He’s another cutie. You always knew you had good taste as far looks go.

Judging from the pictures, he’s a musician, whether professional or amateur, you don’t know, seated behind a drum set with a video of him in action. The clashing of symbols and beating of drums echo loudly in your room and you can tell he’s got a lot of energy. He’s twenty-eight, so that could explain the spunk.

Switching over to his bio, you laugh.

Drummer 🥁 420 friendly 5’9”, sorry ladies, but God put the extra inches elsewhere 😉

Hey Connie In bed but would like to hang out some time Free this week?

Hey!!! I’m free rn!!! I’m a great cuddler 😉

Good to know lol

Jk You doing anything tomorrow night? My friend is hosting a kick-back, come by!

A party? On a Tuesday night? Connie’s friends must be an interesting bunch.

Haha kinda My friends have weird schedules, so we end up meeting randomly during the week A couple people, nothing wild, what do you say? Be my guest? 😁

You see no harm in it, and if you do end up sleeping with Connie, there’s a guarantee that you’ll have a room.

Yesssss!!!! It starts at 7:30p Here’s my number btw, I can send you the address through there.

You debate whether you want to exchange numbers right away.

Alright, just sent you a text.

Connie abandons the conversation on Tinder, replying via his number.

Nice! Can’t wait to meet you Anyways…what’re you wearing to bed?

Good night

…

You can hear the music playing faintly on the other side of the door, so you ring the doorbell after knocking to ensure that someone will answer.

It swings open a minute later, and you’re met with a confused looking man with blond hair.

I can never escape the blond men, you muse, straining a smile.

“Hi…” Your eyes peek over the man’s frame for any sign of Connie. “Connie invited me.”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment when it clicks. “Oh! Oh, yeah, he said you’re coming.” He says your name and you confirm with a nod. “Cool, come inside—”

“Is she here?” a voice rings out, an octave higher than the music.

Connie sidles to the blond man, skidding to a stop like an eager dog, greeting you. “Hi! Thanks for coming by! Come in, come in, this is Niccolo by the way, it's his house.”

You and Niccolo exchange an awkward wave as you step inside, allowing Connie to slide his arm along your shoulders.

In person, his hair is a little longer, on the scruffy side; you think it suits him best, and up close you get a better look at the piercings on his ear. He’s got a total of three. He’s wearing a long-sleeve, flannel overshirt, so his tattoos are hidden from view, however you notice a small smiley tattoo peeking behind the shell of his ear.

And as he eagerly leads you through the home, asking in earnest about your day, practically skipping at your side, you’re endeared by him. He’s really cute.

The kick-back is mainly in the living room, although you did see a couple of people trickle in and out of the kitchen. Connie reels you over to the couch where a small group of friends are mingling.

“Guess who’s here in the flesh!” Connie calls their attention, squeezing your shoulder with excitement. He introduces you to each friend.

“Onyankopon,” Connie says.

You take the friendly man’s hand, recognizing him in at least one of Connie’s pictures. “Hi.”

He smiles. “Good to meet you. Connie’s been excited all night.”

“Has he?” You look to the man at your side.

Connie beams with an affirmative nod, and you breathe a laugh at that.

“Same here,” you say.

“That’s Sasha and that’s Yelena.” Connie points to two women, rolling up a spliff. “Sasha’s Niccolo’s sweetheart.” Connie lowers his voice to your ear, like it’s a secret. “And over here…”

You’re paraded around like a shiny, new toy, but you can tell it’s well-meaning. As for his friends, they’re all friendly, seizing a chance at small talk with you before Connie intervenes to introduce you to more people.

From the amount of guests, you met within the first hour, you gathered that Connie’s a popular guy, and it’s easy to see why.

He’s so friendly with everyone, eager to have you feel welcomed that you’re content just being there. But you’d be remiss to say that you didn’t want to see more of him in private.

“You’re really cute by the way,” Connie says as you both take a seat on the couch. “I told everyone that you were.”

“Thanks, Connie,” you say. “How do you know everyone?”

Sasha hands Connie the rolled spliff. He digs into the pocket of his jeans to light the end.

“Would you like a hit?” he asks. You let him know you’ll take one later, and he explains that he and Sasha have been friends since high school and that when she started dating Niccolo, he and Onyankopon needed a drummer for their band.

“We mainly play at bars for now,” Onyankopon supplies.

Connie nods after he takes a long pull. “Most of us work during the day so it works out best for us.”

“You ever date a musician before?” Sasha pipes up.

You look to Connie with a grin. “Never have.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky to have matched with Connie,” Niccolo laughs.

“I think so too,” you confirm, admiring Connie’s features. While not a typical date, you’re fine with the laid-back environment.

“Drummers are the best kinds to date.” Connie throws in. “We have the most energy, on and off the stage.” His brows wiggle.

The chemistry is so natural, it flows between you both.

“I want to witness more of the off-stage energy.”

Connie bites his lip, scooting closer.

Your knees bump. Connie stretches an arm, lacking any subtlety, a gesture ripped from a teen movie. He feigns a yawn, hand coming around, stopping short above your breast.

Without preamble, your hand slides into his thigh.

Connie stiffens, coughing up smoke into his elbow. The whole room watches him with amusement, and you snatch up the spliff to take a long pull.

“You good there, Connie?” you ask, innocuous, letting the smoke escape your lips in a stream.

Connie clears his throat. “Uh huh.”

Tilting your head, you give him a playful look. “You sure?”

“He’s got an erection,” Niccolo points out with a snort.

The others exchange humored looks but don’t tease poor Connie further.

You, on the other hand can’t help yourself, bringing the end of the spliff to Connie’s lips.

For a moment, he’s taken aback, still distracted with the frustration between his legs. When he notices you’ve leaned closer, he bites the end of the spliff, taking a drag, eyes glued to yours. You both smile, reading the others’ mind, inching closer together. You open your mouth to meet his, accepting the stream of smoke and the slide of Connie’s tongue.

It's soft, something you didn’t expect. For a moment, you’re lost in the feel of his lips, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, sampling each other’s taste. Your hand sinks deeper between his legs, brushing against a bulge tightening underneath his jeans the same time fingers trail downwards, ghosting your breast.

Someone clears their throat.

You and Connie freeze, open mouths awkwardly hovering each other’s, both turning.

Niccolò and Onyankopon share knowing looks, and it’s the former who shakes his head at Connie.

Connie pulls away suddenly, releasing a relaxed laugh. “Oh, um…” He reaches for your hand on his lap. “I…I wanted to show you something…”

Along with Niccolò and Onyankopon, you stifle your laughter at Connie’s attempt at being slick. But you humor him anyways.

“Oh, uh huh?”

Connie nods, getting to his feet, a grin splitting his mouth. “Yeah…it’s upstairs.” He tugs your hand.

This time you can’t hold back your amusement. “Okay, show me what it is upstairs.”

Connie’s smile broadens, squeezing your hand that your pulse hitches. He drags you off.

“Connie—please don’t make a mess—”

You hear Niccolo’s voice ring out, but there’s a tone of defeat there, and you throw a brief look over your shoulder as an apology ahead of time.

Upstairs, it’s quiet, not a soul around. Connie rushes towards the nearest door by the second-floor landing and enters like it’s somewhere he’s been many times before.

The door clicks shut, you and Connie are on each other, lips and teeth clashing, roaming hands like teenagers.

Clothes fall away in a tornado. Moans echo between breathless kisses.

Connie reels back first, hands on your shoulders. His gaze drags up and down your nude body.

“Shit.” He nods again more eagerly. “You’re really something. Fucking smoke show.”

You had taken the chance to admire his body as well. Strong, lean arms, muscles flexing with every movement, and you’re finally graced with a look of his mysterious tattoos on his arm.

They vary in size, but nothing too big. A magic eight-ball, a cassette tape, some odd, geometric shape, spaced around his shoulder. A spade, a melting ice cream cone, a drum—Hello Kitty...littered along his bicep.

Trailing your hands along it, you tilt your head, curious. “What’s the story behind this one?”

Connie hitches a laugh. “No real story just got it after a gig one night. Tattoo artist said she’d do it for free if I let her pick. Most of these I got at random.”

On his forearm, there’s a larger tattoo of a bull, detailed with a backdrop of a crescent moon and toadstools. “A bull?”

Connie hums. “Yeah, I’m a Taurus, and I like that zodiac stuff. Plus, I’m strong like a bull.” On cue, he flexes his forearm, and you feel the muscle tighten at your fingertips.

“I like it.” Your eyes drift from his arm to the rest of his body. A lean torso, rising and falling with quick breaths, a toned stomach that plunges into a deep V, his dick swings, happy, erect, and inviting.

You reach for it.

Connie bristles at the contact, grinning as you stroke the shaft. Together you watch his dick twitch as you brush the tip with your thumb.

“Ooohh, that’s the spot…” He shivers. “You’re gonna make me go apeshit before I get a chance to fuck you, huh?” Peering up, he wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort.

He’s so lighthearted, it’s refreshing. Of course, you don’t mind seduction, the mind fuck, or even shameless vulgarity. But sex should be fun too. Connie’s just eager to get laid, and you can’t fault him for being open and honest about that.

He steps closer, chasing after your touch for more stimulation. “Keep going. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for your pussy—respectfully.” He adds the last part with a grin.

And you continue to stroke him, hand moving in stride as he approaches you, taking your face in his hands.

Leaning his head down, he whispers into your lips. “You know how to make a guy feel…”

His tongue slides past, moving along yours in an uneven rhythm. You both laugh, trying again, but it remains sloppy and frivolous that you don’t complain.

He makes light of it with his everlasting humor. “Making out with someone new can be a little trial and error, but we improvise…” He groans again, lifting his chin, head thrown back.

You’ve picked up the pace, thumbing the tip of his dick with more pressure, precum dribbles into your fist. “Does this feel nice, Connie?”

“Real nice…your hand is so soft…”

You stroke him for another minute, exchanging more heated kisses. His hands travel to your chest, palming your breasts, and swirling his thumbs around your nipples.

You whimper, sensitive to the touch, inhaling Connie’s chuckle.

“Someone likes it when I do this, eh?” His thumbs move faster, orbiting your nipples. He pinches one, pleasure radiating to your center.

“Connie…”

He pulls away, taking your wrist to stop you. Most of the color in his eyes have been swallowed by his pupils. “I want to try something. Alright with you if we experiment?”

Your brows furrow. With the warm throb between your legs, however, you nod.

Connie’s smile brightens like a Christmas tree. With your wrist in his hand, he leads you to the bed.

You settle your knees onto the mattress, inwardly apologizing to Niccolo for what you and Connie are about to do.

Before he joins you on the bed, Connie’s eyes go blank. He spins around, crouching to fish through his discarded jeans. He pulls out a condom.

“Safety first. But if you want to raw-dog it…”

You smile, shaking your head. “Safety first.”

Connie’s quick with the condom, rolling it down his shaft and hopping on the bed, rolling back on his haunches. “Okay, this position I want to try out is a little unorthodox.”

You frown. “Go on…”

Connie falls back, catching himself on his elbows. He gestures you to come closer. “Now first, lay on top of me, on your back.”

Sliding over, your legs crawl atop his, your center dampening as you nudge his dick. Head nestled below his chin, you crane a look up. “Okay…”

“This is the unorthodox part.” Connie’s hands roam to your side, lifting you up. “I want you to hold yourself up on your arms with your back arched, kind of like you’re draping over me.”

You lift off his chest, but pause, trying to grasp what he wants you to do. Arched back? Draped? An image pops into your brain and you lift your body off Connie’s, arms rooting on either side of him. You bow your back in a backwards arch, head hanging.

“Like this?” You strain to say, arms trembling. He’s right this is an unorthodox position.

“Just like that. Now…I’m going to fuck into you this way. Okay?”

“Uh…okay.”

The bedsheets rustle beneath you, fingers tickling your sides, you almost fall.

“Whoa, I got you.” Connie’s hands stabilize you. “Alright. You look fucking great like this by the way.”

The drag of his dick along your pussy catches you off guard. You flinch a little, hips bucking up.

“Baby don’t run from it.” Connie’s whine softens with laughter. “It just needs a special kind of hug…” A nudge punctuates along your folds.

You smile up at the ceiling, steadying your legs to give Connie better access. “Right, sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Connie lines up again, hands grasping onto your ribcage. “It’ll feel good, scout’s honor!”

His dick rubs along your pussy, gathering the slick drooling down your thighs. He grunts beneath you, the tip of his dick twitches, and you know he can’t stave off for much longer. To be fair, neither can you, not in the position he has you in.

Connie manages to hold you up without so much strain, you’re unable to hold back your surprise. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had the strength of a bull.

“You’re really strong.”

You catch the hearty, earnest laugh behind you, shivering from the tip of his dick lining up with your entrance.

“Thanks! If you’re impressed with that, baby, you’ll love my stamina. You ready?”

Although your head hangs backwards, you manage a meager nod. “Uh huh.”

Connie lifts his hips up, pushing into your pussy in a slow, deep stroke.

It’s an odd feeling, like you’ve gotten impaled, but you like it… And because you can’t watch his dick go in, you focus on the sensation of being filled. He pulls out and repeats the action, a gradual build for you to acclimate to this position.

“What do you think of that, eh?”

Eyes trained on the ceiling, you wish you could get a better look at Connie’s face, laughing at the humor in his voice, his playful spunk turning you on more than you imagined it would.

“It’s a new angle for me, Connie,” you grunt when he thrusts deeper. “Time to show off that stamina.”

Hands dig into the arch of your back to keep you steady. “Say less, beautiful!”

He thrusts up, hips smacking against your ass.

You feel him deeper, fucking into you with stride, projecting a low moan to fall with your head thrown back. Blood rushes to your head, but you don’t notice the discomfort, pussy throbbing, fluttering around Connie’s dick.

“Shiiiiiiiit—you feel fucking—wonderful—” Connie grunts between each snap of his hips. “So warm—so tight—”

His hips clap against your ass, bouncing off the walls. You arch your back further, adjusting your position a bit to lower yourself to Connie’s cock without seating on him entirely.

“Ooooooh! Even better!” Connie rasps, picking up the pace.

His grip tightens at your sides with bruising pressure, but you don’t mind it, relishing in the way his cock drives deeper into you; the tip prodding the spongy spot inside.

You shut your eyes, only aware of the way Connie fucks into you over and over again, sparks of pleasure burning warmer with each thrust.

“Fuck…Connie…” Your moan is heavy with passion. Goosebumps prick your scorching skin as you feel your body foreshadowing your release.

“Ha—I’m loving this too, baby.”

Your thighs spread apart, wanting to pull him in more if it’s possible. Oh! From the way your pussy flutters around Connie’s dick, it’s very possible.

You wonder if you look as sexy as you feel. Hardened nipples facing the ceiling, back bowed in a deep arch, flexing the column of your throat, every gasp falling out like a waterfall. It’s amazing what shapes the body can take, enticing to know the various positions that offer pleasure.

Connie makes good on that stamina. The momentum builds and you want it to last for as long as possible, despite the dizziness in your head. For a while, you don’t notice anything except Connie fucking into you, the fullness of his length stretching you out. Every muscle in your body works to keep you steady, but you tend to skip arm day at the gym, therefore you’re not that strong. Your arms tremble. You claw at the sheets to help anchor you in place.

“Feeling sore?” Connie rasps.

“A little, my arms are getting tired.”

Connie offers you a solution. “It’s okay, let yourself fall to my chest—I’ll take care of the rest.” He continues to fuck you while you decide.

“Ah—are you—sure?” Words strain in your throat.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes. “Lay on my chest, I got you, it’ll feel just as good.”

You don’t hesitate, one wobbly arm after the other, your back lands on Connie’s chest, resting your head on his shoulder. Your muscles go lax in relief.

Connie kisses your sweaty temple, snaking his arms around you. He lines his dick against your folds again, pushing back inside in a deep thrust.

Connie gropes your breast, thumb swiping against the hardened nipple.

You inhale, chest ballooning.

The stimulation does not end there. Connie’s other hand finds your apex, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit as he fucks into you.

“See, told you I’d take care of the rest,” Connie breathes into your hairline, voice ragged.

“Connie…don’t stop.” You wrap your hand around his, urging him to rub your clit faster.

He gets the hint, and your climax is close, so close, you grab onto Connie’s arm at your chest, driving your nails into his skin.

Laughter rumbles in Connie’s chest. “Someone’s almost there, huh? Fuck—me too.” His hips snap up, desperate.

“Connie—I’m gonna—” You throw your head back, cutting yourself short, pulsing and cumming on Connie’s cock.

“Shit, that was fucking hot.” Connie hugs you to his chest, fucking into you with more purpose. “I’m about to nut—your pussy feels so fucking good.”

His sloppy rhythm becomes pointed with quick, sharp bucks of his hips. You hear the deep moan pouring out of his mouth, he lifts your bodies off the mattress, wanting to reach the heavens as he orgasms.

The room falls quiet, save for the heavy breathing against your ear. Connie’s dick stutters inside of you and you both stay like that for a moment. Your back glued to his sticky chest, ass and pussy held in the air by Connie’s hips.

When his cock softens, he slips out, a pair of hips collapses onto poor Niccolò’s bed.

Connie blows out a sigh, warm breath fanning your hair. “Shit…oh shit…” He swallows, rubbing his hands along your arms lazily. “That was hella fun. What’d you think, beautiful? If you liked that, I have another position we can try out.”

You heave a tired laugh, but you’re not against the idea. Maybe another time.

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3 :: color me blue

this chapter is loosely inspired by the song norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey. it’s on my playlist! check it out, it’s linked in my tiktok bio!

check out author’s note at the end!<3

tw: sexual content!

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"y/n? hey...you look like...hell. have you been crying?" sasha immediately notices you on the couch sulking. sasha's hair is a bird's nest and you can see the dried drool her cheek making you let out a small laugh as you look up at her.

"yeah, i feel like hell right now." you wipe your under eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie. sasha takes the hair tie from around her wrist and ties her hair up as she walks over to you on the couch. "what's wrong? what happened? did something happen with jean last night? or was it eren?" sasha asks as she rubs her face trying to fully wake up.

"nah, had nothing to do with them. it's really nothing, i'm just being...over-emotional," you tell sasha trying to assure her as much as possible. but it doesn't work, sasha's your best friend, she can read right through you.

"y/n, i know i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but c'mon, this can't be "nothing" if you look this distraught. you can tell me, i'm your best friend. what's up?" sasha states, her tone laced with concerned. you sigh and lean back into the couch, you hate when you lie to sasha, but you hate it even more when she sees right through them.

"sasha i'm rea-"

"y/n, you look like death reincarnated." you hear a concerned, raspy voice. you and sash both look up to see connie standing above you on the stair's balcony.

"what's wrong? did jean do something to you? you guys looked fine last night...do i need to beat him up? i think i stand a chance right now since he's asleep-" connie frantically walks down the stairs.

"y/n won't tell me what's wrong, come help me force it out of her." sasha commands connie as he sits next to you, sandwiching you between the duo.

"i'm serious, nothing's wrong with me, i'm okay. i'm just being too emotional right now, i promise i'm alright." you tell the two of them trying to calm their concern.

"y/n. i've known you since i was what? five? i'm not an idiot like sasha, i can tell you're lying."

"huh?" sasha lets out.

"you heard me." connie says to the brunette. sasha huffs.

"you a bigger idiot than me, just saying." she rolls her eyes dramatically.

you couldn't help but laugh. it's crazy to you how they can make you feel better without trying, just by being themselves. connie and sasha stop their bickering and turn to you, their faces softening. they're glad to see you laughing and not being all gloomy.

"look, we're not going to let up about this, i'm not gonna take this bullshit, "nothing's wrong with me, i'm okay" excuse," connie tells you mimicking a girly voice as he recites your own words to you.

"why don't we go get breakfast and talk it over, you need a change of environment, this one's too depressing right now." sasha proposes. you hesitate but nod your head. you know they won't leave you alone about it, so you might as well go and explain everything to them.

"yeah—let's take my car." you say getting up from your spot on the couch. connie and sasha nod and the two of them go and grab their wallets.

shit, mine is in eren and i's room...

"hey sasha, do you think you could drive? i have a massive headache from crying and am too tired to walk upstairs to grab my wallet," you tell sasha as you see her walk back out to the living room.

"yeah for sure, i got you." sasha states rubbing you upper back a little. you feel a little bad for lying, but it isn't completely false. you do have a headache and you are tired, but it isn't the reason you don't want to go upstairs.

"y'all ready to go?" connie asks walking down the stairs. you and sasha both nod your heads and the three of you file out of the house.

"where are we going?" you ask them as you get in the backseat of your car. "hm, looks like waffle house. it's closer than any other diner." sasha replies looking at her phone as she buckles her seat belt.

"that bitch better be nasty on the inside and the cook better look like he has three felonies." connie states, reclining his seat a little. "wait, why?" sasha asks as she starts backing out of the driveway and onto the road. "that's how you know the food's gonna be good as fuck." you reply to sasha putting on your seatbelt as well. "oh...i didn't know that." sasha voices as she drives to the near waffle house. after arriving, the three of you promptly make it inside and sit down at a booth. a waitress makes her way over to you.

"hey, y'all ready to order? i also wanna let y'all know wait's gonna be about fifteen minutes, it's rush hour and we got quite of few orders to do before yours." the waitress expresses in a bored tone. the three of you nod and she takes your orders.

"well, a fifteen-minute wait here actually means a thirty-minute wait," connie states quietly once the waitress leaves. "also means the food's going to hit." he chuckles as he crosses his arms on the table. "yeah, the appearance of the place makes it seem so." sasha responds looking around.

"it also gives you time to explain what's going on." connie looks at you, a serious expression settling on his face.

"yeah..it does, huh." you sigh. "basically...this morning, eren and i talked. he started asking me all sorts questions, some of them about jean. like...he went as far as to ask me if jean and i fucked, which was weird as hell. and when i questioned him about it, he told me he wanted to warn me about jean...he explained that he has commitment issues and only likes the chase. in essence, once i give it up he'll leave me—according to what eren at least. he said we'd both be better off not being romantically involved." you pause to choose your next words carefully. you know they're probably already mad at eren, but you don't want to make him look like a complete asshole. although he is, you don't want to jeopardize their friendships with him.

"he also told me that if jean were to date me and break my heart, then that would cause the whole friend group to fall apart. and he doesn't want that. he proceeded to say that he also just doesn't want me with jean since he, you know, doesn't like me." you finish, looking back and forth between the duo.

sasha and connie's jaws are dropped, they can't believe what you just told them.

they're this shocked even though i sugarcoated it...wonder how'd they react to the full version lol.

"yeah...so that's why i was crying," you state looking down at the plastic menu in front of you.

"why would he...think so lowly of jean?...jean would never just hook up with you, he's liked you far too long to do some shit like that, especially at the beach, he respects you too much for all that. he just...wouldn't." sasha exclaims absolutely baffled. unknowingly to her, the comment makes you feel a lot better. it's exactly what jean said the previous night, that he couldn't do that with you at a beach.

"we need to confront eren about this and tell jean." connie says looking at sasha who's nodding her head, their faces showing dead serious expressions.

"that's absolutely not going to happen." you immediately shut them down. you know that would cause chaos to break out in the house.

"yes y/n, we have to. he can't just fucking say shit like that to you. he also shit-talked jean, you two are my best friends i'm not letting it slide. eren's also my best friend, but hell nah, he's wrong for saying all that." connie exclaims, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. sasha nods her head agreeing. you sigh and rub your eyes.

"i know that, but look, we're on a week-long trip right now...i can't afford for fights to break out, it'll ruin the trip for everyone. i don't want that." you explain with mixed emotions. you so badly would love to see the two of them go off on eren and put him in his place, but you know the consequences are just not worth it.

sasha and connie both stay quiet as they think it over in their heads. as much as they want to confront eren, they know your right and reluctantly agree with you.

"okay, we won't say shit to him, but i'm not going to be buddy-buddy with him for a while." sasha states looking elsewhere. connie nods his head in agreement and you let out a sigh of relief.

your phone starts going off in the pocket of your hoodie, startling you. as you take it out, you see that it's a facetime from jean. you furrow your eyebrows at your screen, what could he need right now that he has to facetime you?

"jean's facetiming me right now..." you look up to sasha and connie who both give you a confused look. "it's pretty early, what could he need right now that he's video calling you?" connie questions. "i don't know, guess we're about to find out..." you answer the call and it connects to reveal a worried jean.

"hey, where did you go? what are you doing? are you okay right now?" jean frantically questions. "um, yeah. i'm at waffle house with sasha and connie right now, why?" you question in a confused tone.

"i woke up and walked out the room at the same time as eren, so i asked if you were still asleep and he said you "thankfully weren't," and it rubbed me the wrong way. i started looking for you downstairs and i couldn't find you anywhere. i checked outside and saw your car was gone so i got worried something happened and you decided to leave or something." jean explains now relieved.

before you could say anything connie grabs the phone from out of your hand. "yo jean, come to this waffle house right now, it's the first one that pops up on maps, eren said some fuck shit to y/n, and we need to talk about it." your eyes widen at connie's words.

after hearing connie's words you know jean won't let it slide and will most likely confront eren about it immediately. sasha peers over connie's shoulder and notices jean's face contort into an expression of anger. quickly, she snatches the phone from connie.

"jean, don't say shit to eren. you're just gonna make it worse for y/n, and create an even bigger problem. come to waffle house so we can talk about what we're going to do, i'll order you something to eat, okay?" sasha tells jean trying to alleviate his rising anger. jean stays quiet for a few moments contemplating sasha's words before nodding his head.

"i'll be there in a few minutes." he quickly hangs up the call. you sigh loudly. you're thankful that sasha managed to get jean to not act irrationally, but you know it's going to be hard to get him to not do anything later.

you look up and notice that sasha's calling over the waitress and connie notices your nervous expression. "you good? you look like you've just seen a ghost." connie states studying your features. sasha finishes telling the waitress jean's order and turns to you as well. "why do you look...nervous?" sasha asks.

"i'm nervous to tell jean what happened and in all honesty...i didn't want to tell him," you explain quietly. sasha and connie look at each other with confused expressions before looking back to you. "about telling jean?...y/n, he's your best friend. you tell him everything, why are you nervous now?" connie questions. sasha nods her head waiting for you to answer.

you pull at the sleeves of your hoodie and look elsewhere. "jean and i...are...dating. but in secret. we confessed to each other last night at the beach, we decided to be exclusive, but not publicly due to beef with eren." you tell them turning to look at them again. connie and sasha's faces become pale as they glance at each other again before turning back to you.

"es que...soy pendejo, i fucked up when i told jean cause now-"

"he feels like it's his duty to defend y/n and confront eren..." sasha finishes for connie.

you nod your head and cover your face with your hands, resting your elbows on the table.

"well...he would find out eventually anyway, it'd also be bad for you to start keeping secrets from him not even twenty-four hours after becoming official. secret or not." sasha states trying to make you less anxious. you nod your head as you drop your hands from your face, crossing your arms on the table.

"you're right, just...don't tell him i told you, we didn't talk about when we were going to tell you, he probably wants to be the one to tell you two." you tell the duo, earning nods from them. the three of you hear the door open and you turn to see jean walking in, still in his pjs, and pieces of hair sticking up. in any other situation, you would giggle at his appearance. "woah, bro did you speed here?" connie questions jean at his sudden arrival.

"yeah, so what did eren say?" jean quickly cuts to the chase. you reiterate your sugar-coated version of what eren told you in the early morning to jean. after you finish, jean stares blankly at the table which starts to worry you, connie, and sasha. if anything you expected him to be vocalizing his anger. a minute of silence passes before jean speaks up.

"i feel like killing him." jean states calmly.

"join the club..." connie mutters.

you shake your head, "no jean, it's fine, really." you tell him. "it's not fine y/n, it's fucked up. how do you expect me to sit here and do nothing about it?" jean turns to you with a clearly irritated look.

"i know, but we can't do anything about it unless we want to make things worse and on top of that, ruin the trip for everyone else." you explain quietly to jean, putting your hand on thigh, trying to calm down his anger towards eren. jean looks down from you, shaking his head.

"i just don't want you experiencing shit like that, you don't deserve it." he mutters quietly. you give his thigh a small squeeze before pulling your hand away. you look up at connie and sasha hoping they could say something that could help cheer up jean, but they shake their heads, being at a loss of words themselves.

silence falls upon the four of you. a few minutes pass and the waitress brings you your food and you all begin eating in silence. the tension between all of you is unbearably suffocating. you peer over to jean and notice him just picking at his food taking an occasional bite. under the table, you reach over again, and put your hand on his thigh, gaining his attention. you give him a small tight-lipped smile, non-verbally telling him it's going to be okay. he returns a smile himself and nods his head softly before turning towards connie and sasha.

"y/n and i are dating," he announces boldly, taking a bite of his food like it's nothing.

your jaw drops along with connie and sasha's. "r-really? um, when?" sasha stutters out.

"last night," jean states cooly. you're thankful for jean's sudden announcement because it's the only reason connie and sasha were able to make it seem like they just found out. you turn back towards jean, furrowing your eyebrows. jean glances at you and shrugs, giving you a smile. the tension among you vanishes and jean's intention becomes clear to you, he just wanted to calm the situation down.

"okay, so what are we going to do about eren?" connie questions, taking a bite of his food. everyone stays quiet for a few moments before you speak up. "well, honestly...nothing. for now at least. it's only monday, if we act now, we'd ruin the trip." you reiterate from earlier. you look at each of their faces and notice their looks of contemplation. although they know you're right, they can't help, but want to blow up on eren and put him in his place.

"okay, yeah, we won't do anything, but i'm not talking to him until further notice." sasha states firmly taking a big bite of her waffles. jean nods his head glancing at you. "also, y/n can't stay in that room with eren any longer, she has to switch with someone." jean says looking at sasha and connie. "yeah, but it'd have to be with one of you three. we can't ask anyone else because then we would have to tell them what eren did." you explain.

"well what about hitch?" connie questions. "eren chose to share a room with me instead of hitch, so it's safe to say that if we did that eren would blow up horribly." you reply, picking at your food with a fork. "plus, i really don't want anyone finding out that i'm not sharing the room with eren, if it's one of you, it'd stay hush-hush, you know?" you tell the trio causing them to agree.

"well, it can't be me because, i'm dating niccolo, and i don't think he'd be okay with it. but, maybe niccolo can switch with y/n..?" sasha suggests, looking at you for an answer.

"nah, niccolo would probably say yes, but he doesn't know eren like that. i don't want to put him in an uncomfortable circumstance, you feel me? plus, you and niccolo have the downstairs room, everyone will notice if he starts going upstairs and y/n downstairs to sleep." connie replies shaking his head.

"so it's either connie or...me." jean sighs. you and sasha nod your heads slowly, knowing that it's a tough choice. connie is like your brother and is probably equally as angry as jean about the whole thing. jean on the other hand, is your best friend and now, your boyfriend. he loathes eren, and sharing a room with him probably sounds like hell to him.

"i'll do it." jean states softly. you along with sasha and connie snap your head towards him.

"no." the three of you firmly say simultaneously. jean looks up with wide eyes at the three of you, "why not?" he questions. "you'd immediately start fighting eren. plus, considering the type of guy eren is, he'd probably try to talk shit to make you mad. there's no way a fight wouldn't happen." sasha explains, making you and connie nod your heads.

"it's better if i switch with y/n. eren wouldn't dare to say shit about her to me, he knows she's family, and that i don't play around when it comes to her. i probably have better chances at controlling my anger around him compared to you." connie points at jean.

after agreeing to the room switch, the four of you finish eating and get ready to go back to the house.

"yo connie, you drive y/n's car back to the house with sasha, she's coming with me." jean grabs your car keys from your hand throwing them at connie. "yeah sure, but why?" connie asks, catching the keys.

"we're gonna take a small detour, and drive around a bit, eren's up right now, and honestly, i don't want to see him right now, and i doubt y/n does either." jean turns to you for an answer. you shake your head, "yeah, i'd rather not see him right now." you state.

after saying your goodbyes, you and jean go to his car and leave.

"how are you feeling?" you look over jean. his face is emotionless as he drives aimlessly. you hear him sigh, "i don't know honestly, i just don't understand why eren's like this. it's just so childish and stupid." jean explains. you nod your head understandingly, you stay quiet not knowing how to answer him. there's a few minutes of silence.

"there is one thing i'm happy about."

you look over at jean with your eyebrows furrowed, seeing a bright smile on his face. "what?" you ask. he glances over swiftly, "you're going to be sleeping with me the rest of the trip." jean smirks, looking back at the road.

you narrow your eyes at him, "what do you mean by that kirstein?"

jean looks over again, scanning your figure before looking back at the road. "nothing really, just means we're going to finish what was started at the beach last night." he calmly replies. you feel the heat rush up to your face and pool down in between your legs.

dear god.

"bruh, shut up." you cover your face turning away from him. you hear him chuckle at your reaction. "oh cmon, why are you hiding your face, let me see that expression." jean teases, putting his hand on your thigh. you feel your body heat rise even more. "jean shut up, you know what you're doing." you let out, voice a little shaky. "i'm not doing anything." jean replies innocently, rubbing his hand against your thigh and giving it a light squeeze. "yes you are." you breathe out softly. jean chuckles lightly at your tremulous state, he really can't wait to have you later. he gives your thigh one last squeeze before pulling away. "i like seeing you like that." he smiles, you can't see it, but you hear it in his voice. "yeah, yeah, whatever." you reply, uncovering your face and looking out ahead of you.

i didn't ask you to stop though...

"let's head home, it looks like it's going to rain pretty badly soon." jean states looking towards the grey sky. you nod your head, "yeah, everyone must be wondering where we're at by now," you tell him as you check the time. it's almost 9:15, you imagine everyone to be awake by now. jean nods his head, and the rest of the ride back is spent in comfortable silence.

once you arrive, you notice that everyone's awake. yeah, that's what i thought. "hey, where were you? sasha and connie said that y'all went out to eat together, but why did you and jean arrive later than them?" historia asks you from her seat on the couch.

"we took a detour, and drove around a bit before coming back." jean answers, walking over to sit on the couch. "is that really all you two did? i bet y'all probably fuck-" ymir's mouth is covered by historia's hand. "i'll break up with you if you finish that sentence." she deadpans causing you and jean to laugh. she removes her hand.

"yeah, hope y'all had a nice drive." ymir smiles sheepishly.

"good morning y/n! you're back, where were you? sasha told us you, her, connie, and jean went out to eat, but the four of you didn't come back together." armin asks you as he makes his way down the stairs, mikasa trailing behind him. you smile, "hey armin, yeah, jean and i just drove around a bit before coming back." you reply to him. "hi y/n, i missed you." mikasa states as she hugs you, resting her head on your shoulder. "hi mikasa, i missed you too." you giggle at mikasa's actions. "please hang out with me today, whatever we do today, just hang out with me at some point." mikasa mutters as she continues to hug you. you nod your head, "for sure."

"actually, jean, what's the plan for today?" armin turns to jean who's on the couch. jean looks up from his phone, "i'm checking the weather app right now and it looks like we're going to be staying in. app says it's going to thunderstorm all day, and it floods in this area so." he replies to armin. "yeah and it looked like it was about to start pouring while we were driving back." you tell armin, breaking free from mikasa's strong grip. he nods his head and turns to fully face you. "i wanted to ask, are you okay? did anything happen between you and eren last night? or this morning?" he quietly questions, mikasa nods her head as well. "yeah, how was your first night rooming with eren?" mikasa questions you.

you feel bad lying to the two of them, but if you tell them what eren said, they'd immediately confront him about it. "it was fine, a bit awkward, but we just didn't talk to each other, to be honest." you tell them, shrugging your shoulders. mikasa and armin share a glance before looking back at you.

they don't believe you, they've only known you for a relatively short time, but they could tell you're lying. only because your eyes are still a bit puffy and glossy. "okay good, glad to know it went well, but let us know if he tries some shit, okay?" mikasa tells you firmly. you nod your head, giving them the best smile you could muster, and quickly excusing yourself from them. you truly feel bad that you can't be honest with them.

you walk over to where jean is sitting on the couch and sit down next to him. "hi jean." you smile at him, using a cheery tone. "hi y/n" jean smiles back, matching your tone. "i'm bored." you tell jean peeking around the room. to your left, you have ymir and historia who are absolutely immersed in conversation; to your right you catch niccolo and sasha laughing about something on sasha's phone.

everyone else seemed to be in the kitchen or dining room, probably eating breakfast. "are you okay?" you turn your attention back to jean who seems concerned. "yeah, i'm good." you reply shortly, giving him a tight-lipped smile. jean squints his eyes at you, "yeah, right. for real, what's up?" jean asks, scooting closer to you. he lifts his arm and puts it behind you, lightly scratching your back. "it's just everything, it's eating at my brain." you reply quietly, making sure no one else can hear.

"are you sure? seems like something else is bothering you." jean states looking at you directly in the eyes. "why do you say that?" you question furrowing your eyebrows. "i don't know, my intuition is telling me there's something else." he replies. wow, that's kinda freaky.

you shake your head. "i swear it's just this eren situation." you assure as best as you can. jean stares at you for a few moments longer before nodding his head and accepting your answer. he still can't help but feel like there's something else bothering you.

"do you want to go-"

"yo jean, what are we doing today man?" connie bursts into the living room, interrupting jean. you and jean snap your heads towards him. jean goes to answer, but sasha beats him to it. "nah, the weather's gonna be pretty bad all day, so we're staying in." she replies, showing him the weather app on her phone. "okay cool, i'll let everyone else know in the kitchen and dining room, they were wondering." he states, leaving to the kitchen.

"like i was saying, do you want to go start packing your stuff? i'll send a text to connie and tell him to start doing the same as soon as he can." jean looks at you. nodding your head, the two of you get up from your spots and head up to your room. "wait—what if eren's upstairs?" you stop in the middle of the stairs. "he's not, saw him walk outside with a bowl of cereal when you were talking to mikasa and armin." jean replies, putting his hand on your lower back to guide you up the stairs.

- eren's pov

eren hears the backdoor open. he turns his head to see mikasa and armin with serious expressions on their faces. he turns his head back and eats a spoonful of cereal, looking towards the bleak sky.

mikasa and armin walk in front of him, blocking his view, and forcing him to look at them.

"what did you do or say to y/n?" mikasa calmly asks, cutting straight to the point. eren eats some more cereal, shaking his head, "i didn't do shit to her." he responds coldly.

"okay, what did you say? cause there's no fucking way you didn't say something." armin states, giving eren a cold glare. eren rolls his eyes, putting his bowl of cereal down on the table. "do you guys think that lowly of me? you're just assuming that i said something mean to her." eren scoffs, looking elsewhere. "nah, we know you did." mikasa states.

eren looks at mikasa with the iciest look. "fuck off, i did not." eren spits out. he leans back into his chair and closes his eyes, mikasa and armin's presence are starting to piss him off.

"this is hell." armin lets out as he rubs his face harshly. "tell me about it." eren sarcastically mutters.

"y/n's eyes are still puffy and slightly glossed over. she obviously cried earlier due to something, and you're the only person who would want to make her cry." armin states causing eren's heart to drop a little.

i fucked up, i fucked up, i fucked up, i fucked up.

"eren, i'm literally fucking tired of you and your shit. i don't want to play this cat and mouse game with you, i know you said something to her so just tell us." armin demands in a firm tone.

eren can tell that he's pushing armin's buttons. although armin isn't a physical fighter, he knows that the dude can easily wound with his words.

"she looks distraught, and it's not just her that you've affected. jean, connie, and sasha seem extremely concerned about her. and knowing y/n, i bet she didn't even tell them what you said so they don't get mad at you. she's probably saving your ass even though she shouldn't be." mikasa raises her voice, becoming impatient with him. eren's scowl is long gone, his face now pale and eyes slightly wide.

"did she really cry?" eren asks softly, looking up at armin and mikasa. the blonde rolls his eyes. "did you even listen to us? yeah she did dipshit, now tell us what you said." armin exclaims, clearly irritated.

eren sighs deeply, closing his eyes. he knows they're not going to let up about this. "i fucked up." he whispers, loud enough for the duo in front of him to hear. eren rubs his eyes with his hands, letting them drop to his lap after.

"basically...i told her she shouldn't date jean. i told her that he gets bored of girls quickly, and will leave her once he doesn't find her exciting. i explained that she'd be better off without him." eren takes a deep breath. "but, i also told her that i don't think she's worth jean's time, that she's not on his level, and that...she's basically the worst for him. i said other things, but i know that the most severe of it all." eren states, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

eren looks up to armin and mikasa and sees the most straight, but angry expressions he's ever seen them produce.

"you need to apologize now." mikasa calmly states, looking directly into eren's eyes. "i don't care what you think of y/n, as long as she's my friend, she's not going anywhere." mikasa continues, narrowing her eyes at the brunette.

"mikasa and i aren't going to talk to you until you apologize to y/n, we don't care how you feel. you need to fucking get over yourself, you're a...man-child." armin utters coldly.

"y/n hasn't done a thing to you, treating her with basic decency doesn't cost you anything. why can't you just do it? it pisses me off how hell-bent you are on getting her out of our friend group when no one wants that. you're the only one. i just—i don't understand. why do you hate her so much?" armin questions eren. he's asked eren a thousand times before, and eren has always brushed him off, but it's gotten too far at this point, he needs to know.

"eren, please tell us. why do you want y/n out so bad?' mikasa presses, scanning eren's face as she waits for an answer.

"i...i don't want another floch situation..." eren admits. mikasa sighs loudly, a singular chuckle following. armin scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"what a fucking dumbass." armin laughs dryly. "you can't possibly be comparing y/n to...floch..." mikasa states quietly, shocked at eren's reasoning.

"if y/n is anything like floch, i promise you, connie, jean, or sasha would've noticed that she's a bad person by now. they've known her for years," armin tells eren, looking at him stupid.

"looks can be deceiving." eren responds softly. armin sighs.

"you're right eren, looks can be deceiving. but i'd like to reiterate to you that jean, connie, and sasha have known y/n for years. connie has known her since she moved here from her country. he's grown up with her, lived with her, and now lives with her again. i highly doubt y/n has been deceiving him all these years. if anything he would know more than anyone if she's a bad person or not. he wouldn't speak of her so highly or introduce her to us if he thought she was in any way." armin explains to eren.

eren shakes his head and lets out a sigh. "you just wouldn't understand, you don't know what it was like when the floch stuff happened so of course, you wouldn't understand why i act like this now." eren states looking down at the ground.

mikasa shakes her head at eren's stubbornness, "look, i'm not going to continue this conversation since you're refusing to understand. you know what you need to do, don't talk to me or armin until you do what you were told." mikasa says lastly, armin nodding in agreement. the two of them depart, leaving eren alone, on the patio.

eren looks to towards the table. "my cereal's soggy now."

he rubs his face and leans back into the patio chair. eren hates the fact that he feels bad for you. he should be happy that you're hurting, but he isn't. he knows he dislikes you so why does he...feel bad?

this is confusing me...

eren gets up and grabs his bowl of cereal. he makes his way to the kitchen putting the bowl in the sink. he begins to look for you, but you're not in the kitchen, dining room, or living room; so he assumes you're in the bedroom. he starts making his way upstairs, as he walks closer to the room he hears talking, followed by your laughter.

he pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.

- y/n's pov

"connie is across the hall packing." jean tells you as you pack your clothes into your suitcase. you nod your head. you packed everything of yours from the bathroom and the dresser. now, you're packing the clothing you hung in the closet.

"so y/n, how did you and eren even begin talking this morning? like, did he wake you up or something?" jean asks locking his phone and putting it on a small table beside him. you freeze for a second. you're tempted to lie to him and just say eren waited until you woke up, but lying to him a day after making your relationship official would make you feel bad, just like sasha stated earlier. you put down the shirt you're holding and turn to face jean.

"actually, i didn't...really sleep here last night. after you went to bed, i came in here and just grabbed my stuff real quick to go sleep on the downstairs couch. i woke up before sunrise to come put my stuff back in the room so no one could find out i was asleep, i thought eren would be asleep so i didn't worry about him, but i was wrong. he confronted me then basically." you confess. you look at jean to see the most boring expression you've ever seen him make.

"why did you choose to sleep on that uncomfortable ass couch instead of this bed?" jean questions you. you sigh. "look, one: eren was extremely pissed at me yesterday, we got back late yesterday, and he was already asleep when i came in here. i was afraid of waking him trying to get into bed. he would've lost it and started a fight right then and there. and two: i don't like eren, that's true, but honestly, if someone woke me up trying to get into bed, i would be pissed too, especially if it's midnight. i did it out of human decency." you explain to jean. he nods his head understandingly, his mouth making an o shape.

"eren would go ballistic, to be honest, he needs his beauty sleep so he's not grumpy the next day i guess." jean states. "not that it helps."

you laugh at his comment, causing to jean laugh along. the door suddenly opens, revealing eren. he walks in and notices jean first. he nods his head towards him, nonverbally greeting him. jean returns the motion, his face void of any emotion. an uncomfortable silence engulfs the three of you.

"so, um—can i speak to y/n?" eren asks, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. you nod your head and wait for him to continue. he turns to jean and back to you. "do you think it could...be just you and i?" eren asks you. jean turns to you and you hesitate for a moment before nodding your head slowly. jean gets up from the chair, grabbing his phone. "i'll be across the hall with connie." he tells you before exiting, closing the door behind him.

"so what do you need?" your eyes are glued to the ground by his feet. something about looking at him in the eyes makes you uneasy. eren notices how you refuse to make eye contact, he feels his chest become heavy. he didn't think his words were going to have this much of an effect on you. he looks beside you and notices the open suitcase on the floor. his eyebrows furrow. "what...are you doing?" he points at the suitcase on the floor. he notices another bag on the bed.

"i'm switching rooms," you reply shortly, still not looking at him. his face contorts a little. "why?" he questions, a little shocked. your expression changes into one of confusion. you look up at him giving him the "are you fucking stupid" look. "why do you think?" you question coldly, turning back towards the bed to continue packing.

"because of this morning? look-" eren starts, but is interrupted by you. "honestly, please don't say anything, especially if it's anything like what you said this morning. let me just finish this packing so i can leave. promise you i'll try my best to not be visible to you after this." you tell eren, trying to get him to leave immediately. eren sighs.

"i'm trying to apologize for this morning." he replies softly. you turn to face him, your eyebrows deeply furrowed.

eren's apologizing?..

"look, i'm sorry for the way i treated you this morning. from now on, i'll leave you alone and not treat you poorly." eren states. you narrow your eyes at him. you can tell it's not sincere. you nod your head slowly.

"as long as you don't talk or look at me we're good, i won't talk or look at you either." eren continues, "do we have a deal?" he asks, looking at you dead in the eyes. you think about it for a few moments. "i don't accept your apology, but i agree to your proposal." you reply simply, returning to your packing.

eren's taken back by your response, "you don't accept my apology?" eren questions. you shake your head. "nope."

eren is baffled by how unbothered you're acting. "if you're done here, can you please leave, i'm almost done packing, connie will be your roommate from now on." you put some shirts into your suitcase. eren shakes his head slightly, a perplexed expression written all over his face. "why though?" eren presses, ignoring your previous statement. you sigh.

"eren, i don't have to accept your apology if i don't want to, and it doesn't even seem completely sincere. don't apologize for something you don't truly feel bad about. honestly, i'd rather you insult me than give me a half-assed apology." you state putting the last of your clothing into the suitcase. eren sighs.

"i don't know why i let mikasa and armin make me put up with this shit..." eren mutters, rubbing his face with both of his hands. your head jerks slightly at his words.

"you're apologizing cause mikasa and armin told you to..." you reiterate. you close your suitcase and start zipping it up. "yeah, why?" eren questions, his tone laced with irritation. "more reason for me to not accept your apology." you scoff, laughing a little.

"look eren, just—just leave me alone, okay? let's just act like we don't exist to each other. problem solved. i'm leaving now." you state, grabbing your luggage, and beginning to leave. "wait-" eren starts.

"i don't exist to youuu," you say in a sing-song tone, closing the door behind you.

eren is left standing there, baffled.

"hey," you greet as you walk into your new, shared with jean, room. both connie and jean's heads shoot towards the door where you're standing. you walk in with your luggage, shutting the door quickly. jean is sitting on the bed while connie stands in front of him. you put your bag next to your suitcase and make your way over to jean, plopping down next to him on the bed. you let out an exaggerated sigh, connie and jean share a glance.

"so how did it go with eren?" connie speaks up. you look up at him and roll your eyes as your mind replays the conversation you just had with eren. "he basically tried to apologize." you sum up eren's intention. "it was a really half-assed one and i didn't accept it."

connie scoffs with hollow laughter following, "eren? apologizing?" connie's eyebrows raise slightly in disbelief. you nod your head. "i swear," you tell him. connie shakes his head. "never thought i'd hear someone tell me eren jaeger...apologized to them. dude's way too prideful for that shit."

you shrug your shoulders, "well, it's not like he did it because he felt bad, he told me he did it because mikasa and armin made him do it." you explain to connie. jean and connie nod their heads at your explanation, "now that makes much more sense." jean chuckles causing you to let out a nose exhale. "yeah, but he also proposed an idea to me." you begin, leaning back and using your hands to support your upper body.

"we'll just act like we don't exist to each other. that way, we don't fight anymore and create issues." you tell jean and connie. "did you agree to it?" jean looks to his side where you're at.

"duh, it's the best idea his dumbass has probably ever come up with." you laugh causing the duo to laugh as well. "that's true." connie states still laughing.

the laughter amongst you calms and connie begins to grab his bag and suitcase. "i'm gonna go drop my stuff off real quick, i'll be back." connie leaves, closing the door behind him.

"well, that convo between you and eren went better than expected huh?" jean speaks up. you retract your arms, sitting upright again. "yeah, to be honest. it really could've been worse." you state nodding your head. "i'm thankful it wasn't." you whisper loud enough for jean to hear, he nods his head in agreement. the door opens again and connie walks back in.

"looks like eren's downstairs now. he isn't in the room anymore." connie tells you and jean. "y'all wanna go downstairs with me, or are y'all gonna stay here?" connie questions looking back and forth between you and jean. you look at jean and wait for his response. he shrugs, "it's up to you, i go where you go, but personally i do kinda wanna stay up here. "we got back late last night, i didn't get much sleep, and i woke up early today. this eren stuff has tired me out too." jean yawns stretching his arms in front if him. you nod your head in agreement.

"yeah, i wanna stay up here too, i'm tired from...well, everything. i still have a bit of a headache too, being down there with everybody will probably only make it worse, and i'm just not up for all that human interaction right now." you chuckle. connie nods his head understandingly, he knows you must be really stressed right now. jean too, just not as much.

"that's fine, it's a rainy day anyways, perfect for staying in bed all day. if anyone asks i'll just tell them y'all got very little sleep last night and decided to stay in your room." connie states, walking to the door to leave. "yeah, that's fine, just make sure to not tell anyone we switched rooms, also tell eren to not say shit either, especially to mikasa or armin." you remind connie. he nods his head, giving you a thumbs up before leaving.

"i didn't know you struggled to sleep last night." you turn to jean once connie's gone. jean nods his head, "i felt ecstatic last night, i just couldn't sleep." jean smiles. you turn your head away to hide your smile from him. "shut up."

jean lets out a laugh at your reaction. "apart from that, i also showered before i headed to bed. so i guess that caused my sleep struggle as well," jean shrugs. you nod, now facing forward.

"i think i'm gonna take a shower now that you mentioned that." you state getting up and walking to your suitcase. jean sucks his teeth loudly. "nah, just come lay down with me, you can shower later." jean exclaims as he watches you pull out a towel and some clothes.

"i can lay with you after, i'm not going to be too long, i washed my hair last night, i'm just washing my body." you respond, locking the bedroom door before turning to him. "also—only if you have an extra, can i borrow one of your shirts?" you ask. jean rolls his eyes at your dismissal of the conversation. "yeah, i got you, but why? did you not bring any?" jean furrows his eyebrows slightly, walking over and grabbing one from the closet.

"i did, but yours are bigger and smell nice, so i want one." you snatch the shirt from his grip, turning around quickly, and walking into the bathroom. jean smiles at your response and lets out a laugh as you shut the door, locking it.

after your shower, you change into jean's tee, and some cotton shorts. you look at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom and laugh quietly at how big his shirt looks on you. it's a plain black t-shirt that looks like a dress, reaching down to about mid-thigh on you.

i can't be surprised...dude's like a skyscraper.

you walk back into the room to find jean asleep on the bed, his mouth slightly agape, and his chest rising and falling slowly. he's knocked out cold.

you put your dirty clothes away and grab a pair of crew socks from your suitcase, putting them on. you then grab the deodorant from your bag and apply it along with some lotion on your arms and legs. you quietly put everything away after you're done, making your way over to the bed. carefully, you climb onto it trying not to wake him.

sitting on your calves you watch as jean sleeps. "jean, wake up." you whisper, rubbing his chest softly with your left hand. it takes a little bit, but jean stirs, opening up his eyes. you smile at his sluggish state. "you knocked out quick, i was in the shower for only fifteen minutes." you laugh quietly as you continue to rub his chest. "mhm.." jean lets out, finding comfort in how you're rubbing his chest.

"c'mere." he stretches his left arm out, signaling for you to lay down. you abide and lay on your side with your head on his chest, putting your hand on his stomach. his long arm wraps around you, hand resting on your hip. he lifts his right arm up, putting it behind his head, resting on it. using his thumb, his left hand begins to rub circles on your hip. you continue to rub your hand on his stomach.

the two of you lay in silence, absolutely content in each other's presence. "what are you thinking about?" jean speaks up in a drowsy tone. he adjusts himself, pushing you closer to his body. "I'm not really thinking about anything, i'm just…happy right now." you respond, focused on tracing random things on his stomach.

"did you just write my name with a heart on my stomach?" jean asks. "it's a possibility..." you respond quietly making him laugh. you giggle as well, going back to just rubbing.

silence engulfs the two of you again, a comfortable one, but as the minutes pass, tension begins to rise between the two of you. as you rub jean's stomach, you slowly move your hand downward, letting it rub on his lower abdomen. jean's heart rate begins to pick up in his chest and his breathing becomes more labored. jean believes that you don't know what you're doing to him, but you do. subconsciously, he begins to squeeze the fat of your hip, which lets you know he wants you to go further. but you want to tease him. just a little.

payback.

you move your hand a little lower, brushing over the waistband of his sweats. you hear him suck in a short and strained breath through his nose, gripping your hip harshly. you swallow hard as you begin to notice the growing bulge in his sweats.

up until now, you were being bold, teasing him a little, but seeing the dick print in his pants made your stomach turn with nervousness, but also excitement. you've slept with guys before, but this is your first time taking the lead and initiating. your heart is pounding against your chest as you continue to rub jean's lower abdomen, occasionally, sliding your fingers under the waistband.

"don't—don't tease me like that," jean breathes out in a low voice. he feels pathetic as he speaks, but he can't help it, you're driving him insane with your touch. "what are you talking about? i'm not doing anything." you respond innocently. you push two of your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and begin to slide them to the left and right. jean's hand moves further down grabbing a fistful of your ass, kneading it roughly. "don't play dumb, you know what you're doing." he lets out shakily. you smile to yourself and lift your fingers a little, pulling them out, and letting the waistband slap jean's skin.

he lets out a tiny gasp at the impact. quickly, you move your hand down and begin massaging him through his sweats, causing him to whimper and jerk his hips up.

"fuck—please, y/n..." jean whines, causing heat to rush down in between your thighs. "what jean? what do you want?" you question, lifting yourself up to look at him. his face is flush, mouth agape, and shaky pants leave his mouth. you never thought you'd ever see jean like this.

"you know what i want." jean tells you, making direct eye contact with you. "no—no, i don't." you reply, glancing at his lips. jean removes his hand from behind his head and grabs your face, inching it closer to his. your hand is stilled on his bulge, but you can feel jean jerking his dick into your hand, finding as much relief as he can. his lips are a few centimeters away from yours and you can feel his breath fan across your face due to his panting, he's desperate for you. i love seeing him this way.

"what do you...want me to do?" you ask, voice wavering a little. you've never been this forward or dominant, it's nerve-wracking. jean removes his hand from your face and puts it on top of yours, guiding you in jerking him off through his sweats. he drops his head onto your shoulder and lets out a small moan. your breath hitches at the sound causing you to rub your thighs together, attempting to create friction and relieve all the built-up arousal. jean notices this and without warning, he moves you so you're straddling his waist. he sits up and leans back against the wall, both of his hands on your hips.

sitting directly on top of his hard dick, you can feel him pulsate against you causing you to squirm a little.

"t-that feels good." jean hisses at the movement, slightly rocking your hips against his, pleasuring both of you. a moan leaves your lips as you finally getting the relief you've been wanting. putting your hands on his chest you begin to grind yourself against him, letting out another moan in the process.

"jean—ah," you moan out, jean groans in response. his hand massages the meat of your thighs as he watches you get off on top of him. the view is breathtaking.

“yeah…keep, just like that—against my dick…” jean whispers, semi-coherent.

he brings one of his hands to the back of your neck, pushing it towards him, catching your lips with his. it's a short kiss, but after he pulls away he quickly goes in for another, over and over again. he bucks his hips into yours causing you to moan into his mouth. jean takes this opportunity to slip his tongue in. dragging his hand from the back of your neck to the front, he chokes you slightly. you feel your panties slick up even more at the action.

letting out another moan, you grind yourself harder. jean pulls away from you letting out a moan himself, bucking his hips up against you involuntarily.

"jean, please, i want–i want more," you tell him, voice ragged. understanding what you mean, he swiftly maneuvers your bodies so you're lying beneath him. jean leans down, taking your lips with his once again, moving slowly against them. he uses his left forearm to hold himself up, allowing the other one to roam your torso as he kisses you. he begins to shift his body down, releasing your lips and attaching his to your neck. he leaves small, open-mouth kisses all over your neck, before continuing down your body.

he kisses your chest through the t-shirt you wear. stopping, he looks up at you, making eye contact.

"can i take this off?" he softly asks, permitting his hand to slip under it a little. you contemplate for a moment at his request, a nervous expression plastered on your face. although you've been with other guys and you know jean would never make fun of your body, the thought of being that…bare in front of someone scared the living fuck out of you.

"i—i prefer not to if that's okay with you," you reply, your voice small. jean nods, giving you smile, assuring you it's fine. he continues down, kissing your body until he finally makes it to where you want him most. he sits up on his knees in front of you, bringing both of his hands to the sides of your waist, hooking the waistband of your shorts with his fingers.

"can i?" he asks looking at you. you nod your head vigorously and he doesn't waste a moment, dragging both your shorts and panties down. you lift your legs allowing him to remove them completely before he throws them somewhere on the floor. your knees immediately come together at the loss of clothing, feeling a bit insecure.

"don't go getting shy on me now." jean smiles grabbing your knees with both of his hands.

"shut up." you let out softly, feeling embarrassed. you bring your arm up to your face, using your forearm to cover your embarrassed expression. jean begins to separate your legs in a painfully slow manner that fuels your humiliation, his hands sliding from your knees to your inner thighs.

jean takes a few moments to scan your body. he takes mental pictures. never wanting to forget this. he moves his hands to the back of your knees, getting a better grip before dipping back down. you feel him begin to leave kisses on your inner thighs, nipping at the skin with his teeth. you let out quiet gasps and whimpers at the feeling of his lips against your sensitive skin. he takes his sweet time, loving every noise he pulls out of you.

"jean—please..." you breathe out. you remove your arm from your face and use your elbows to prop yourself up to look down at him. jean gives your inner thigh one last kiss before shifting himself up to be closer to your face, you meet him halfway by sitting up a little. although, you found it a bit difficult with jean holding your legs apart, your knees against your chest. he kisses you with fervor, making it hard for you to keep with him.

as he kisses you, jean lets one of his hands move down your inner thigh, putting his thumb on your clit and circling it slowly. you whimper into his mouth, squirming due to his touch. jean takes this as a sign to pick up the pace.

he pulls away from you to look at your face as it contorts from the pleasure he's causing you. "you like that?" he breathes out as he watches your jaw drop slightly and your eyes squeeze shut. jean isn't doing much, but due to the built-up tension you had, the slightest touch has you falling apart. you moan in response, causing him to chuckle.

"do me a favor." he whispers, his face coming closer until his nose is brushing against yours. "hm?" you reply, still lost in his touch. "give me…some of your spit," he states.

before you could process his words, let alone ask why, he kisses you in a rough and sloppy manner. you kiss back immediately, abiding to his request. he pulls away from you and a long string of spit connects both of your lips. he breaks it by lowering himself between your thighs.

you feel him leave a very wet kiss on your clit before spitting on it, causing you to let out a loud gasp. jean proceeds to lick the arousal that accumulated at your entrance all the way up to your clit, harshly sucking on it.

"jean, oh—" you moan as jean begins his attack on your clit with his tongue. loud moans fall from your mouth, but you quickly cover it with your hand, afraid that someone could hear. your free hand makes its way down, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

noticing your sudden quietness, jean pulls away for a moment to look up at you. he moves his arm up removing your hand from your mouth. "nah, don't cover your mouth, i wanna hear all the pretty noises you make."

without breaking eye contact, jean returns to pleasuring you, making a moan escape your mouth.

your hand grips his hair, tugging at the root and causing him to let out a groan against your clit. the vibration sends a shiver up your body. a really pleasurable one. pressure begins to build in your lower stomach, the muscles tightening up. you know you're so close. if you weren’t high on pleasure, you would be so embarrassed at how quickly you’re getting to your orgasm.

you don't know if it’s your feelings for jean heightening your sensitivity, but you've also never gotten off from head only. your past partners always had to use their fingers as well to get you to cum, but jean is managing with his mouth only. it’s shocking.

"jean...i'm—i'm so close..." you shakily moan out, gripping his hair tighter, jean lets out a deep groan against you. the hair-pulling, your voice, and your moans are driving him crazy. and his dick is painfully hard from it.

without warning, jean plunges his pointer and middle finger into your opening causing electricity to course through your entire body. your back arches as you let out loud moans.

“p-lease…” you let out.

the moment your sounds enter jean's ears, it travels through his body and straight to his dick. he feels it twitch in his boxers. the hold on his hair becomes even tighter, and jean feels you push his head against yourself even more. you start to grind yourself against his mouth, moving jean’s head in an up and down motion as well. the moans spill out your mouth with no hesitation. you could care less who could hear at this point. you're on a high you've never experienced before, all coherent thoughts are vacant in your brain.

the only thing you can think about is jean. and how good he's making you feel as he lets you fuck his face.

"jean, oh my—god you’re…you're doing so good," you say brokenly, in-between moans.

jean's brain is in chaos, he's never been in any submissive position with a girl. he’s always believed himself to be someone who's only dominant, but you—you’re changing that. the way you're fucking yourself against his tongue, praising him, using him, it's making jean experience a new type of pleasure.

he's always been in charge in sexual situations, he's always been the one to praise, but being on the other end for once, makes him realize that he wants it to be like this more from now on.

wanting to hear you praise him more, jean speeds up his fingers, curving them, and thrusting them as deep as he can, until his fingers can't go further.

loud moans and incoherent words leave your mouth as you feel the pressure in your lower stomach begin to loosen up. your body becomes shaky as pleasure surges through you, your back arching even more.

a few moments pass and your body stills. you're not moving your hips or jean's head as you cum, but jean doesn't stop his tongue or his fingers. he continues to lick at your clit and thrust his fingers, wanting you to have the most out of your orgasm, and you do. you really do.

your body begins to twitch as you start to come down from high. jean notices this and slows his tongue and fingers as you start to settle down, eventually, coming to a stop. you let out small moans, shaky breaths, and occasional hiccups as your body experiences the after-shocks from your orgasm.

jean slowly pulls out his fingers, watching as your liquids leave your entrance and glisten on his fingers and knuckles.

"you did...so, good for me," you breathe out, shutting your eyes. fatigue is beginning to settle within you.

jean smiles at your words. he licks your juices off his fingers before shifting up again, so his face is right in front of yours. sensing him in front of you, you open your eyes to look at him. his eyes are staring directly into yours, his pupils blown out, filled with nothing but lust and affection.

you notice your fingers are still tangled in his hair, but instead of retracting your hand, you begin to massage his scalp.

"i might have gotten a little carried away…sorry if i pulled too hard." you softly say, your breathing now leveled. your body still trembles, with the occasional shiver running up your spine.

"don't worry about it, i...i liked it." jean replies, his tone laced with slight embarrassment. you giggle at his awkwardness. "okay, i'll keep that in mind for next time."

jean smiles and leans down to kiss you, it's not heated or rushed, instead, it's soft and careful. you melt into the kiss. you untangle your fingers from his hair and slide your hand down to cup his cheek. jean's free hand rubs the side of your torso, it isn't erratic or rough, but in a soothing manner. jean can still feel your body tremble, a post-orgasm consequence, and this is his attempt to calm you down.

he pulls away from the kiss, leaning his head against your forehead. "you should rest." he states calmly, his hand still massaging your side. your eyebrows furrow slightly.

"but...but what about you? it's your turn." you respond looking directly into his eyes. jean lifts his head a bit, shaking it slightly. "no, you're tired and need rest, don't worry about me." he assures you. jean can tell you're moments away from falling asleep, he's not selfish enough to keep you awake for his own pleasure.

"jean, i can feel your ‘hard as fuck’ dick against my thigh." you deadpan.

"i can't just leave you like this."

jean shakes his head removing himself from in-between your legs and from the bed. he walks over to the bathroom and grabs the pack of baby wipes he has, along with a single pair of underwear from your suitcase.

"y/n, i'm fine. you did enough for me, trust me. just cause i didn't bust a nut, doesn't mean i didn't experience any pleasure." jean laughs as he wipes your inner thighs down.

"plus, i'm going to be sharing this room with you for the rest of the week, i can fuck you stupid at any given moment later. as long as you allow me to." jean states after he successfully helps you with putting on your underwear.

you smile at his words, nodding your head. as much as you want to make him feel good, you really are exhausted from everything that has happened since last night.

jean leaves to the bathroom for a few minutes and comes out shirtless, with new pajama bottoms. crawling into bed, jean grabs you, pulling you close to his body. you don't talk at all, the two of you are way too tired to. within minutes, the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

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AHHH. corny ass ending bruh LOL.

anyways heyy, i just finished editing, and i just want to say. i’m ver proud of myself. i uploaded my last chapter on june 6th and now i’m updating this one on the 5th. i didn’t procrastinate this time!!! i did a monthly update. i’m going to try to post another one before the end of the month tho, because i want to post at least two chapters before school starts again. i also want to post the first chapter of my jean x latina!reader before school starts.

i’m going to be working on that next, the outline i mean, and hopefully, i can have it posted by the end of the month as well.

i wasn’t planning to start my jean fit until way later, but people really want it…more than this eren fic LMFAO.

anyways, sorry for any typos, grammar, punctuation errors! i do revise my chapters, but i always revise them at 2am when my brain is running on zero. so there’s bound to be a mistake i missed.

thank you for the reads, please vote, reblog, like, leave kudos, etc! i appreciate it. <3

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- daysi ♡

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