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Chapter 22: Insatiable

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader Warnings: lots and lots of smut LMFAO, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering (f), oral (f), rough sex (maybe???), jean basically has no refractory period lmfao, little bit of aftercare, nudity, reader passes out from the orgasms, squirting, jean is ABSOLUTELY whipped for you lol, i think that's it if i missed anything please let me know! Word Count: 3940 A/N: New chapter! I'm still so in love with this series, and I have a decent amount of chapters planned, so I honestly don't know how long this series will be lol, but I plan to update the next one soon!

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You'll probably never admit it, but Ymir ordering you to stay home is what you really needed. You don't have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn, and you can stay in your warm bed.

Although, you've been up since the late morning, making breakfast in the kitchen while you're on the phone with Hitch, suddenly very nervous. "I don't know if I can do this Hitch," you whisper into the phone.

"Did you really call me on my day off, waking me up on a Saturday afternoon?" she tiredly asks.

"Well, I couldn't call you last night because..." you trail off, your face warming a bit at what last night entailed. "Also, you're the only one who knows about this. I'm sorry, I didn't know it was your day off," you apologize. "What if he doesn't like it?"

"Sweetheart, I've never seen a man more lovesick," she responds. "You will be fine, he's gonna love it. He loves you, stop worrying." She sighs loudly. "Goodbye."

"Wait, Hitch!" you say, but she's already hung up the phone. You stare at your phone as you nervously chew your nail. You've never done something like this before, and you thought it would be a good idea. Is it too early for this?

Jean can smell food being made when he wakes up, his eyes opening to reveal that you're not lying next to him. He can't help but smile as he sits up, stretching, before he goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He can't wipe the smile off his face as he looks at himself in the mirror, realizing that he's spending his birthday with someone that he really loves--outside of his friends and family, of course.

And having you scream his name last night and over into the early morning was a better birthday present than he could've ever asked for.

He rubs his eyes as he quietly walks into the kitchen, and when he looks up, the words he was about to say die in his throat as he stops in his tracks. You happen to look over your shoulder right as he stops, and you walk over to him. "You're awake!" you tell him softly, and his brain is still taking a while to catch up, so he barely kisses you back when you do.

His eyes trail down to the kiss the cook apron you're wearing, and he's not listening to a word you're saying. "I made your favorite--"

Your words are cut off when your top half is suddenly flush against the counter. You feel his hands softly trace over your back before they make their way down to your ass. You're completely naked, the apron you're wearing the only thing covering you.

His hands massage your butt, and you try to stop him. "Wait, Jean, the stove is still on," you try, and without even taking his eyes off of you, he keeps one hand on you, leaning over and using the other one to turn the stove off.

The food you were cooking is forgotten as he presses his lower half into you, and you gasp when you feel him already throbbing against you. "What's this?" he asks, his voice dangerously low in a way you've never heard before, and it sends a thrill up your spine.

"I-I just wanted to surprise you," you whisper, and he spreads your ass, exposing your soaking folds.

You'd been up for a while even though you had stayed up so late. Hitch randomly threw the idea of this out to you a while ago, but you never really dared to do it. You finally did though, but waking up and cooking in nothing but an apron had you more turned on than you'd ever been in your life.

It took almost everything in you to not touch yourself while you were cooking. "Really now?" he questions, and you can hear him moving behind you, but when you try to crane your neck even further to look behind you, you don't see him.

A surprised moan leaves your lips at the same time you jump when you feel him lick through your folds. You barely have time to process it because you immediately feel his face pressed against you. Your legs go weak as he sucks at your clit, your knees knocking against the cabinets, but Jean catches you, pushing his hands further into your ass.

Since you were already so sensitive, it doesn't take long for you to get that familiar feeling building up in your tummy. You suddenly feel his fingers sliding into you as he keeps his attention on your clit, and you can't help but push yourself back on his face.

"S-Shit," you groan softly, letting your head fall onto the counter. "Fuck, Jean--'m gonna cum," you warn, your toes curling into the floor. Your hips are rocking back onto his fingers as he continues his ministrations on your clit.

He doesn't respond to your warning, but he does groan loudly against you when you finally cum. Your grip on the counter is tight as your orgasm runs through you, your knees hitting the cabinets again as your legs go weak. He holds you up as he coaxes you through it, and you catch your breath after he pulls away, sliding his fingers out of you.

You rest your weight on your elbows intending to sit up so you can look at him, but he stops your movements with a hand on your back again. You flinch just a bit when you feel him rub his tip over your dripping hole, and you look at him over your shoulder.

"W-Wait, Jean!" you try softly, but he doesn't even look your way, and you can barely focus on what you're trying to say with the way he's rubbing himself against you.

"What? You don't want this?" he asks lowly.

"Of course, I do, but--" Your words die in your throat, reincarnated as a gasp when he suddenly sheaths himself fully inside of you. He moans quietly as he feels your warm walls wrapped around him, and you've barely gotten used to the intrusion before he slides out, hitting your g-spot almost instantly when he moves his hips forward.

One of his hands slides to your shoulder, holding onto it for extra leverage as he pistons into you, picking up the pace quickly. He watches your ass ripple every time your skin makes contact, and you bite your lip as the sensitivity from your first orgasm heightens the road to your second.

Jean suddenly pulls you up by your shoulder so your back is against his chest, and you can faintly feel him sliding the strap of the apron over your head, and you wonder when he undid the bow in the back. His other hand fondles your tit, squeezing the fat before he rubs over your nipple before giving it a little pinch that has your moans pitching up an octave for a split second.

"Fuck, angel. You feel so good," he moans into your ear, and your head falls back onto his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure starts to become overwhelming.

You cum with a weak, breathy cry of his name, and he braces his arm across your chest as he fills you soon after, his hips slowing down after a bit as he rides out your highs.

He places his hands on your hips softly as he carefully pulls out of you, immediately replacing himself with his fingers to slide his cum back inside of you. You wince slightly at the overstimulation before he turns you around, capturing your lips in a deep kiss almost as soon as you're facing him.

You throw your arms around his shoulders as his hands rub all over your body. "What's all this for?" he mumbles against your lips as his hands squeeze at your ass.

"It's your birthday present," you whisper, your face warming again, becoming slightly embarrassed even though he just made you cum twice.

"Really?" he hums, his head dipping down so that he can look at your body, and even though he's seen you naked so many times, his eyes on you at this moment make you nervous.

"Yeah. Do you like it?"

He smirks as he meets your eyes again, moving his hands from your ass to your thighs before he picks you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he kisses you again, sloppier than before.

"I love it," he whispers before he kisses your neck, and your fingers grip his shirt when you feel his teeth softly digging into your skin.

Jean starts to walk away from the kitchen, and you already know where his final destination is without even asking. "Wait, Jean. I made your favorite," you laugh quietly, one of your hands sliding into his hair at the base of his neck.

He licks up your neck as he makes it to your room. "I think there's something else I'd rather eat," he whispers, carefully setting you on the bed before he gently grabs your legs by the back of your knees. He pushes them up, out of his way before his mouth is on you again, and you whimper softly since you're still so sensitive.

"J-Jean--oh, God," you moan, looking down to see him staring right at you, and the feral look in his eyes only makes you hotter. His tongue is dipping in and out of your hole, and he must feel you clench around the muscle because you swear you can see him smirking at you.

A few more swirls on his tongue on your clit right before he sucks at it is what sends you over, your clit throbbing so hurt, it's borderline painful. He follows you as you try to move away from him, only pulling away from you when he's gotten enough of your taste.

Your legs are nearly trembling, your chest heaving as you can barely hold your legs up. You let them fall around Jean, your eyes slipping closed as you try to catch your breath.

Your eyes nearly shoot open when you feel his hands on your thighs, moving them to the side to give himself more room so he can get closer to you. He's hard again, and your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest as he strokes himself a couple of times before he lines himself up.

He's only focusing on how your lower half is glistening with your cum, and the squelching you hear when he slides into you seems so loud to your ears. He rests his weight on his elbows beside your head, and you rest your hands on his shoulders when he kisses you, eventually sliding them over to rub over his back.

You try to keep up with the kiss as he sucks on your tongue, but you're so far gone that you can barely continue. You pull away when he circles his hips inside of you, putting your legs into the crook of his elbows which only seems to make him go even deeper.

It feels like you're drooling, and you can't be sure, but the way his tongue gently trails away from your lips tells you that you might be. "Fuck--Jean," you cry, your nails beginning to dig into his back.

"You like that, baby?" he asks, his smile carrying a dark look as he watches your eyes cross before they roll back into your head. Nothing is running through your head, only the pleasure that you're feeling, and you don't answer him, but it's not like he needed you to.

Tears stream down your face that he kisses over as the circles of his hips start to turn into back and forward motions, and you think you're close to sobbing at how much you're feeling. "I love you so much, angel," he whispers as he speeds his hips up, causing you to dig both sets of your nails into his back. "You always treat me so good," he coos, and you can only respond with his name.

You faintly hear him swear quietly over your moans, and you suddenly feel him moving, peeling your eyes open to see that his lower half is straight up. You think he might be giving you a break, but he suddenly grips your hips tightly as he adjusts his legs before pulling you up so that you're resting on top of them.

You can barely breathe before he pulls out and slamming you back onto him, and the tears this time really don't stop coming. Your hands grip the sheets so hard it hurts, your back arching even more as it feels like you're being suspended in the air.

This new position makes it feel like he's even deeper than he's ever been before, and it's so much to handle. The bed creaks with his movements as his eyes stay on your tits swaying every time your hips meet his.

"P-Please," you find yourself whining, the noises you're making nearly animalistic as your orgasm quickly rises, but it feels different this time. "Please, please, p--please," you babble. "Jean!" you scream right before you cum, squirting all over him, and he swears loudly as he watches you coat yourself and him in your cum.

"Fuuuck--Jesus Christ," he groans, letting his head fall back on his shoulders as he slams as far into you as he can before he paints your walls white. He gives a solid, slow thrust every time his dick twitches with each spurt of cum until he's finally done, carefully setting you down on the bed.

When you come to, you can faintly hear voices coming from somewhere, but you ignore them for a few seconds, snuggling into the warmth that's currently engulfing you. "You awake, sweetheart?"

You carefully lift your head in the direction of the voice, blinking a couple of times to get your vision clear, and Jean's face comes into focus. "Wha' time 's it?" you mumble, wincing a bit when you shift your legs, soreness evident in between them.

"About to be six," he answers softly, running his finger down your face gently before he rubs over your body.

"I slept all day?" you respond, your voice a little clearer now that you're waking up, and you realize that the voices are coming from the TV.

"Yeah. Think you passed out," he answers with a chuckle that moves your head since it's resting against his chest. "Kinda scared me."

"Well, who's fault is that?" you grumble with no heat behind it. You try to sit up, but you put too much weight on your ass, causing a moan to come through your mouth as you flop back down.

Jean absolutely wrecked your shit. You never thought he could fuck you like that, and as the memories start to flood back into your head, you clench at the thought, but quickly push it away. You've got something else to care of.

"You hungry?" he asks, and your stomach answers before you can, grumbling loudly in response to his question. "I'll make you something. Stay here, okay?" he tells you, kissing you softly before he slides out of bed.

You obviously have no intention of going anywhere, and you smile softly as you watch him slide some shorts on before leaving the room. Once his footsteps start to fade, you sigh heavily before you yawn, feeling like you could sleep for another day.

You roll over, giving up on trying to sit up and reach over to your nightstand for your phone. You go through the notifications, seeing a couple from Hitch that you respond to.

Jean comes back with food and an ice pack that he wraps in a towel. He adjusts you so that you're not putting weight where you're sore before carefully placing the ice pack on you. You sigh in relief at the feeling, your legs still quaking whenever you move them for too long.

You start eating as he gets back onto the bed, and you scream in shock when you hear something snap, your eyes widening when the bed sinks just a little. "Oh, my God. What was that?" you ask, looking at Jean, who's wearing the same look on his face.

"I don't know," he answers, carefully getting off the bed before he checks what it could've been. He makes it to the other side of the bed, and you see him crouch down as you continue eating. You frown when you think you hear him laughing, and he pops back up with a smile on his face.

"Oh, my God, you broke the fucking bed," you conclude, and he shrugs lazily as he stands, making his way back over to you.

"Maybe," he muses, but the smile on his face tells you that he's nowhere near sorry about it. "I'll fix it."

"Yeah, okay," you hum as you finish off the food before moving on to the bowl of fruit. You feel a lot better after you've eaten, and Jean takes all of the dishes out of the room as you slowly attempt to stretch your legs.

Spreading them hurts like a bitch, but once you stretch a bit, you feel significantly better than before. Jean comes back in to see you about to lay back down, but he quickly stops you. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up," he says softly before picking you up without letting you answer.

He puts on your shower cap as he makes sure the water temperature is right before gently pushing you toward the shower. He gets in nearly right after you do, sliding the door closed as you let the warm water run over your skin.

It's only about ten minutes into it when you realize that he doesn't have completely innocent intentions. His hands wander, but you don't call him on it, honestly wondering and maybe, hoping, that he'll fuck you like that again.

It's only a few minutes later he's got your back against the wall, holding you up as he fucks up into you, your bodies half covered in soap. Even though it's been hours since the last time he was inside of you, it seems like you're still sensitive, squeezing around him as you cum in no time.

He slides out of you before carefully sliding out of you, watching his cum drip down your legs, and you think that's it until he turns you around. "How are you still hard?" you ask, not even trying to hide your disbelief, wondering if he even has a refractory period.

"How can I not be?" he answers as he presses his chest against your back as he gropes your body. "I'm with the most beautiful woman in the world," he compliments as his hands slide down in between your legs, rubbing over your clit. "Who has the best pussy in the world."

You always thought about how much whiplash he gives you when he says something so sweet and then follows it up with something so filthy. And then continuing that with fucking you two more times.

You can barely step out of the shower as you try to dry yourself off while he finishes up. You're about to walk back into your room when he gently grabs your wrist, pulling you into him. "Where ya going?" he asks, trapping you in his arms by wrapping them around your waist.

"I got you another present. I'm gonna see if it's here," you try, but he doesn't let you go.

"I don't need anything else. I got the best one right here," he counters before he kisses you, letting his hands slide under your towel so that he can squeeze your ass.

"I know," you giggle. "But you're really gonna like it," you urge, carefully pushing against him until he lets go. You're surprised at how easily he lets you go, but you easily slip out of the bathroom and into your room.

He doesn't follow you out, so you quickly grab your phone, quickly dialing a number. You hold the phone to your ear as you cross your fingers, bouncing on your toes in waiting.

"Hey, where are you guys? The party's about to--"

"Connie!" you whisper. "I need you to call Jean in the next thirty seconds."

"What? Why?"

"Just please. Once you call him we'll be there. Just come up with an excuse or something to get him to the building."

You hear him sigh. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," you breathe before you quickly hang up the phone when you hear Jean walk into the room. You lock your phone, turning around carefully so you don't raise any suspicion, and his arms are back around you.

"It's not here yet," you say, and all he does is shrug before he kisses you, resting his hands on your neck.

"That's okay. You seriously didn't have to get me anything," he responds.

"Well, I remember saying that during my birthday, and you still did," you tease, and he smiles down at you before kissing you again. You can already tell where things are about to be going, and you're waiting for his phone to ring.

He's already got you on the bed when it finally does ring, and he quietly pulls away, grabbing his phone to see who it is. He shakes his head as he declines the call before throwing his phone to the side and focusing on you again.

You try to play it off, and luckily his phone rings again. He groans loudly as he grabs it, sighing as he answers the phone. "Connie, I'm sure you're aware that I'm off today."

"Yeah, I know. But Tybur just called again, and he really wants to talk to you about something. He didn't sound happy."

"Tell him I'll call him as soon as I'm back in the office." And his hand drifts in between your legs, your hand slapping over your mouth to conceal your gasp when he reaches your folds.

"It sounded kinda urgent. Like something about meeting you here. I wouldn't call you unless I could handle it, but he's adamant."

Jean's hand leaves you as he sighs, his head falling back as he closes his eyes. "Okay, I'll be there in ten." He hangs up the phone, and you put on the best face you can muster.

"Everything okay?" you question as he sets his phone down before leaning over you to kiss you.

"Yeah. Just a client that's a pain in the ass," he complains with a roll of his eyes. He gets up out of bed before getting dressed. "I gotta head to the office, but it shouldn't take me long."

"Let me go with you," you say.

"You gonna miss me that much? It's not gonna take much time," he says, smiling as you get out of bed.

"I know, but I was thinking we could get out and do something. I mean, we have been in the house all day. It wouldn't hurt to get some fresh air." You know that he's already going to say yes, so you quickly run to the bathroom to fix your hair, and your mouth drops open when you see all of the marks on your skin.

You cover them up as quickly as possible before you get dressed, meeting Jean in the living room. He looks up when he hears you walk in, his eyes immediately running over your body. "Is this new?" he questions, walking towards you as he admires the sundress you're wearing.

It's more on the tighter side, and you bought it with Hitch a while ago, but you never knew when to wear it, so you figured you might as well wear it now since you have a reason. "Kinda. I bought it a while ago."

"You look good," he responds, and when he kisses you, you cut the kiss short playfully, urging him out of the door.

Chapter 21|Masterlist|Chapter 23

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Chapter 21: By Your Side

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader Warnings: ymir being the best, angst, hurt/comfort, unprotected sex, kinda breeding kink? (talks of having a bigger family), talks of marriage Word Count: 3551 A/N: Oh, boy, it's a been a hot minute! I was gonna make this chapter super long, but I just cut it short since the others are short, so here it is!

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You're laying in bed, watching a random cooking show when Jean walks in. Or more like he drags in, his feet barely leaving the floor before he flops down on top of you, his head resting on your stomach.

"Long day again?" you ask as you run your fingers through his hair, and his eyes slip closed.

"Sadly," he groans. Jean's been coming home late for the past few days, not wanting to bring work home unless he absolutely has to, and to say the least, it's annoying. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he actually has someone to go home to or that this is definitely more work than he's dealt with before.

"I left dinner out for you."

"I know. I put it in the fridge because I had some lunch left over, so I ate that. Thank you," he says, smiling softly, and you return it. He moves his arms closer to you, tightening his grip around you, and it's not long until he's asleep.

You're about to turn in for the night when there's a knock on your door. Alyssa comes in after you give the okay, and she walks towards the bed. "What's up?"

"Is he asleep?" she whispers, and you laugh quietly as you nod.

"Yeah. Did you need him for something?"

"Um, kinda," she answers, and you frown as you watch uncertainty run through her features.

"What's wrong, Alyssa?"

"I was just wondering..." She trails off, pursing her lips as she glances at the TV before turning to you again. "Is it okay if I call him Dad?" Your face falls for a second, and it takes you a moment to respond, but you're smiling widely.

"I think he would love that," you say. "But you can ask him when he wakes up just in case, hm?" You can't wipe the smile off of your face no matter how hard you try, and you might even start crying.

Alyssa smiles, giving you a small nod, and she says goodnight before she walks out of your room, closing the door behind her. You look down at Jean, and the tears definitely feel like they're coming. You try to move without waking him, but the moment you shift, he opens his eyes.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asks, blinking rapidly.

"For about half an hour." He groans as he sits up, rubbing his face. He gets up, changing out of his clothes before brushing his teeth, and he turns the light off when he comes back into the room. You turn the TV off, and he gets back in the bed, holding you this time instead of laying on top of you.

He kisses your forehead before he kisses down your face, making you laugh softly as you shy away from it. "Sorry I crashed on you," he whispers, and you shrug as you lace your fingers with his.

"Don't worry about it. I've done it plenty of times before." He chuckles softly as he lays his head on yours. "Someone has a birthday coming up."

"That is true," he hums.

"So, what are you planning to do?"

"Absolutely nothing," he sighs. "I'm taking work off, or more like Eren and Connie are forcing me to take the day off."

"Well, they're good friends," you laugh. "And you won't be doing anything because the kids are staying with my parents for a while."

"Hm, so we get the house alone?" he asks, squeezing your waist softly. You both laugh amongst yourselves as you roll over.

"For a couple of weeks, sometimes they want to stay longer. You can ask your mom if she'd liked them to stay. I'm sure they would love that. Alyssa said she'd teach her how to crochet."

"She would absolutely love that. I'll run it by her." His hand traces up your leg before he grabs the back of your knee, resting your leg over him to pull you closer. "Now, back to being home alone," he starts.

"I'm pretty sure we both have to get up early tomorrow," you muse, but he moves in to kiss you anyway, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. "Jean."

"What?" he says, smiling against your lips. "I'm not doing anything." He doesn't miss a beat before kissing you again, deeper this time. He rolls you both over, moving to kiss down your neck, but you don't make a move to stop him. He intertwines his fingers with yours, meeting your lips again before he pulls away. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you say. "But I do have to get up earlier than you," you whisper when he tries to lean in again, and he groans softly, letting his forehead fall against yours.

"You could always just sleep in," he tries, and you huff.

"Aren't you always the one urging me to get up, though?" you quip, and his smile widens.

"I'll make it up to you," he says, and your chuckle is cut off when he meets your lips again. "Are you gonna make it up to me?" he says, relenting.

"Yes, I am. You can hold me to that." He gives you another kiss before he lets himself fall on you gently. "Goodnight, Jean."

"Goodnight, angel."

The kids are excited to be spending time with their grandparents, something they've been doing for a couple of years now, and it was something that you did with your grandparents. They practically run out the door barely giving you and Jean a goodbye before they get in the car.

Your mom pulls you to the side while Jean talks to your dad, and you have a sneaking suspicion about where this conversation might go. "I wouldn't mind having more grandkids, you know."

You scoff softly as you nod your head. Yep, you were right. "Yeah, I know. You only tell me that about a thousand times."

"I'm just throwing it out there," she says, waving her hands.

"We're not even married," you say lightly, and she shrugs.

"That doesn't mean anything, and that's besides the point because you both already are anyway." You laugh as you shake your head before you cross your arms over your chest.

"You're ridiculous."

"Sweetie, let's be real for a second," she says, grabbing her hands as her tone turns slightly serious. "We both know what they say about tying the knot so early, but he's the best thing that's ever happened to you. Your father and I both see that."

"Yes. I know," you chuckle softly.

"This is the happiest I have seen you and the kids, and you've only been together for six months! Imagine what could happen in a year!"

"Mom, what is your point?" you ask after you laugh, her excitement making you smile even more.

"I'm just saying that if marriage," she starts, lowering her voice when she says it, "is on the table, then you shouldn't be afraid. Because if there's two people that are meant to be together. It's you two."

"Thank you. And I don't mean to burst your bubble, but it hasn't come up yet."

"Maybe not out loud, but it's definitely there," she counters, and you shake your head. "You should start making plans now, weddings are hard to organize. And we have to go all out because my daughter is getting married!"

"Mom, oh, my God, relax," you sigh. "Jay got married," you try.

"I know, and I was happy, but you've been through so much, and I was tired of seeing you unhappy." Your smile falls slightly as you look at her fondly. "I just wanted you to get that happy ending, and it's finally here. I'm just excited and happy for you."

"I know you are, Mom."

"And even your father is excited. He probably won't admit it, but he really likes Jean. He's even started making his own things after Jean showed him a few tips. They're not great, but still." You chuckle again, looking past your mom and at Jean talking with your dad. She's right, you don't think you've ever seen your dad warm up to someone so quickly in any of your relationships.

"He's happy for you, and I know he'll cry when he walks you down the aisle. You're his baby."

"Okay, stop. You're gonna make me cry," you say, sniffling to stop the tears that were definitely going to come. "Thank you, Mom."

"I love you, honey," she says, giving you a tight hug that you return.

"I love you, too, Mom," you respond when you pull away, and then your kids are calling for your parents, eager to spend time with them. You talk to your dad for a little bit while your mom talks to Jean, and you're pretty confident you know what that conversation's about.

"I tried to tell her not to overbear you, but you know how your mother is," you dad muses, and you laugh softly.

"Yeah, but her intentions are good. As long as she doesn't actually scare Jean, I think it'll be okay," you say. "Also, please don't tell me you threatened him," you add, and he laughs but you're dead serious.

"I didn't have to. I think he was already afraid of me because he knows how high my standards are."

"Dad," you sigh, letting your body roll forward slightly.

"I promise I didn't do anything," he defends. "I know how much you've been through, and your mother and I just want you to be happy."

"Are you both trying to make me cry?" He steps closer to you, cupping your face with his hands, and you feel like you're a kid all over again.

"I love you, okay? I'm not gonna repeat anything that she said, but I know he's the one for you. And if it makes you feel better, he exceeds my expectations." You laugh softly, the tears a lot harder to fight now.

"Wow, that's a strong statement." He laughs when you do, pulling you into a hug. "I love you, Dad. And you should probably go before the kids drag you to the car."

"They definitely would do it." He pulls away, and he has to pull your mom away from Jean, but they eventually make it to the car, and Alyssa and Cole wave to the both of you as your dad drives off.

You and Jean walk into the house once you can't see the car anymore, and you sigh as soon as he closes the door. "I'm really sorry about my mom, she can be really energetic when she's excited. I'm pretty sure that's where Cole gets it from."

He chuckles when you turn around to face him. "It's really no big deal. My mom is the same way, you know that." You nod your head as you agree, and then your phone rings.

"Ymir? Is everything okay?" You answer the phone immediately because Ymir barely calls.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine, Miss y/n. But I heard through the grapevine that you got rid of the kids today, so I'm giving you some time off."

You scoff. "Ymir, you know you actually can't do that right?"

"Oh, but I think I can," she assures. "You should really just stay home anyway since Jean's birthday is coming up."

"Ymir," you try, but she cuts you off.

"Miss y/n, you have been in this place since you opened it, and you have enough capable workers to hold down the fort while you're gone. We've done it before, and we can do it again," she says, and you shake your head. "And how many owners do you know of that still work when their business is booming anyway?"

"It's my job, I'm supposed to be there. I literally make the food," you argue with a laugh. "Also, did Hitch tell you all that?" Jean walks away after a while, disappearing towards your room as you keep talking.

"That's not important. It's Friday, Miss y/n. You deserve a break. There's nothing wrong with taking a vacation, just give me a heads-up and I'll cover."

"I can't do that to you, you've got stuff you could be doing too."

"It's the summer, I'm out of school for now, and you always covered for me when something came up. Think of this as returning the favor."

"Ymir," you try again.

"Nope. This isn't up for debate. If you try and interfere, I'll tell Hitch."

You chuckle softly beside yourself. "So, you and Hitch are in on this?"

"Have a good day!" She hangs up the phone without giving you a last word, and you laugh as you look down at your phone. You lock your phone when you realize that Jean hasn't come back.

You walk towards your room, and he's coming out of the bathroom when you walk in. "Ymir forced you into taking a vacation, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she did. I really gotta find a way to stop Hitch and her from communicating," you say. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I may or may not have known that Ymir would tell you to take time off, so I did something." You follow him into the bathroom, and you gasp when you see that he's put candles everywhere, and there's even rose petals on the floor.

"You did all this while I was on the phone?" you ask in disbelief, and he dims the lights as he laughs.

"No, I already had this planned, but I had to light the candles because I expected to talk to your parents for a while," he explains, and he wraps his arms around you. "I thought we could have another date, sort of, since we have the house to ourselves. Do you like it?"

"I love it, Jean." You turn your head so that you can kiss him, and you turn around so that you can fully face him as he deepens the kiss. You only separate to get rid of your clothes, and he puts your hair up before he helps you into the tub.

The water's still warm, and you lean back against him as he wraps his arms around you. "My mom was talking to you about getting married, wasn't she?"

"It was all she talked about," he answers after he laughs. You groan as you let your face fall into his neck.

"God, I'm sorry. She can be really overbearing when it comes to that stuff."

"It's no big deal," he says lightly. "Nothing wrong with another wedding." You pause for a second, and Jean looks down in time to see you look up at him.

"Porco and I never got married." Your voice is soft, barely audible over the quiet movement of the water, and you look down. "He said he didn't wanna get tied down. That having kids was enough," you continue, scoffing bitterly. "I think he just said that so that he could get out of the relationship easier. Didn't wanna deal with the divorce."

You go quiet, letting your head fall back onto him, and he rests his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. "I love you."

A small smile appears on your face as you rest your forehead against his. "I know. I love you, too."

"What flavor of cake do you like?" You brows furrow at the question, and you move away to look at him.

"Why?"

"I mean, it's important we figure this out now. We don't wanna spend forever trying cake." You're confused, but then it hits you, and you laugh making him do the same shortly after. "Because I can go ahead and tell Niccolo because you aren't making anything for our wedding."

"You're serious?" you ask softly, and he shrugs.

"More or less. I was just trying to get you to smile." You curl into him even more, and he rubs his thumb over your cheek. "But on a serious note, I'm never gonna find anyone else like you. And I hate to break it to you, but it's gonna take a lot of effort to get rid of me."

You laugh again, and Jean's smile widens as he looks at you. "Well, I hate to break it you, but I don't want to get rid of you. And I'm never gonna find anyone else like you." You rest your hands on his neck, and for some reason, you feel your heart racing. "Are we seriously considering this?"

"I'm not trying to scare you or anything, and we don't have to talk about it anymore," he starts, keeping his eyes on yours. "But, if I'm being honest, it's something I think about a lot. I'm not asking you to marry me right now, but--" He sighs, shaking his head a little. "If you don't want to get married, we don't have to. As long as I'm with you that's all that matters," he says. "But I don't know if your mom would be too happy about it."

You huff softly, letting your head fall to the side. "I'm sorry, this is all just so new to me. I'm just waiting until it all comes to a halt, I guess. I've never really made it this far in the past."

"And that's okay. I'm not rushing you in any way. I know it can be a lot, but I'm gonna be here for as long as I can."

"Yeah, I know. Thank you, Jean." Your lips meet his, and if you're being honest, the whole idea scares you. Every time you think about it, you try to bring yourself to a reality check, making sure that you're aware of how bad this situation could end. But then Jean is there, and he makes you forget about that, and to be completely honest, that's what really scares you.

It's taking you so long to believe that it won't end in a bad way, but it's all you have to go on. Jean frowns when he pulls away, seeing that you're crying. "Sorry, I'm fine," you say, sniffling as you wipe your eyes. "I'm scared, Jean," you admit. "Everything with you feels so right, and I'm terrified that I'm gonna wake up and it's all going to be gone."

He holds you closer, wiping the tears that continue to fall. "I feel the same way," he responds. "This is what I've always wanted, but I thought it wasn't gonna happen. I still wake up thinking that I was actually in a dream, but then I look at you, and I'm not scared anymore.

"I know it will take a while, I get it. It's not something that you can rid of overnight, trust me," he says. "And I'll tell you for the rest of my life if I have to, that I am not going anywhere, and that I'll always be by your side." You bite your lip to try and stop it from wobbling, but you can't, a soft sob leaving you. "And I'll always be here to wipe your tears. I'm sorry that you've been through so much, but I can tell you now that you won't go through anything like that again. Not as long as I'm here."

You don't even know if you're capable of responding to that, so you don't, opting to kiss him fully. You melt into him as he pulls you onto him, his arms wrapping around you as his tongue makes its way into your mouth, yours submitting to his easily. His hands roam over your back as your arms come up to rest over his shoulders.

"I love you, Jean," you breathe, your lips barely separating from his, and he smiles widely, echoing the words back to you and he moves one hand to your hip, while keeping one on the back of your neck. He moans softly when you roll your hips against him, and he moves his hand down to rub at your clit, feeling himself harden under you.

Your legs twitch for a split second at the stimulation, but you're quick to move his hand away, lifting yourself off of him. You grab him, lining him up with your entrance, and you don't hesitate to sink down, sighing in content at the stretch you feel. You don't give yourself much time to adjust, moving almost as soon as you bottom out, and Jean groans, his hands quickly grabbing your hips.

You brace your hands on his shoulders as you roll your hips, and there's not a lot of room to give you the leverage that you need, but you keep moving regardless. It's not long before Jean's taking the lead, bending his legs so that he can plant his feet, bucking up into you. The change of angle causes you to fall forward, moaning loudly as his tip presses against your g-spot with every thrust of his hips.

"Want a bigger family with you, Jean." You barely whisper it against his lips, but he hears it loud and clear, your words making him shudder as his head falls back.

"F-Fuck--me too, baby, 's all I want," he moans before he digs his fingers into your hips, his other arm wrapping around your back, placing his hand on your shoulder to pull you back down onto him. With only a few more pressured circles to your clit, you arch into him as that knot in your stomach snaps, gasping Jean's name as you cum.

Jean's not too far behind you, slamming you down one last time before he releases inside of you, bringing his lips to yours as he rolls your hips, both of your hearts beating rapidly. He laughs breathlessly against your lips, which you copy as he stops moving you.

"I love you," he says, squeezing your hips softly.

"I love you, too, Jean."

Chapter 20|Masterlist|Chapter 22

[kyean]

Chapter 20: The Best Party Ever

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none really, Hitch being a menace, a little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 2275

A/N: I literally have no idea how many chapters are going to be left lmfao, I’m gonna guess about 5 more roughly, it depends on how much I want to write

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The kids are excited that they’re free from school, Cole spends most of the time trying to stay up as late as he can, but always knocks out at around ten o’clock, while Alyssa spends more time painting. Cole’s counting down the days until his birthday, crossing off the days on his calendar until the day gets here. He never told Jean what he wanted for his birthday, but Jean didn’t really think he would have any trouble figuring out what to get him.

Cole is wide awake when his birthday comes, barging into your room and waking up you and Jean after Alyssa shoved him when he woke her up. “Do you feel any older?” you ask him, and he stops for a second to think.

“Not yet,” he decides, making you laugh. He’s more than ecstatic that Jean’s still here when he came into the room, and for him, that’s the best present he could ask for. Cole wasn’t sure if he wanted a party or not, claiming that he “might be getting too old for parties, Mom” which makes you roll your eyes fondly.

You cook him breakfast, and he’s almost too excited to eat, talking about everything that he wants to do for his birthday. You had taken a peek at his reading wishlist that he had made, and you had gotten about four of the books that he wanted, his reaction practically lighting up the room when he opens the gift. He’s so immersed in the books, starting to read one as soon as he finished eating, that he didn’t even notice what was going on in the backyard.

He’s nowhere near aware of his surroundings, being brought out of his reading when he sees Jonas standing in the living room. “Jonas?” The frown on his face is deep, putting the book down as he gets off of the couch. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for your party. Duh.” Cole looks around the room, seeing that the house looks the same, and he follows Jonas out into the backyard. When the decorations start to come into view, he runs past him and out of the door, standing on the porch as he admires the party.

Jean decided to host a surprise party for him, the entire yard decorated with a soccer theme. There’s a tent where the kids would be eating, a table full of snacks. On the other side of the yard, there’s a giant soccer goal, and there are kids playing goalie and kicking the ball into the net. In the middle of the yard, there’s a huge dunk tank.

You come up to your son, putting a party hat on his head. “Happy birthday, Cole!” He hasn’t stopped smiling since he stepped outside, still taking in the scene.

“What do you think, Cole?” Jean asks, party hat adorning his head as well.

“It’s awesome!” he nearly screams.

“You said you weren’t sure if you wanted a party, but I decided to give you one anyway,” Jean explains, and Cole jumps into him, thanking him loudly before running off to join his teammates.

“I gotta say, Jean,” Hitch says, walking up to the both of you. “You really outdid yourself,” she compliments.

This is definitely the biggest party Cole’s ever had, Jean putting the whole together after running it by you. You texted the parents of his soccer team and the parents of his friends at school, getting together a list of who all was coming. Jean built the soccer goal, which is going to stay there, having to get Niccolo, Eren, and Connie to help him put it in place.

“Thanks, Hitch, but what’s with the dunk tank?” he asks, and you all look at it, seeing a couple of the parents filling it with water.

“Well, I thought it would be cool if we had a soccer-themed dunk tank,” she says.

“Who’s going in it?” he presses, and you scoff as a smirk appears on her face. She lifts the box that’s in her hands into view.

“The winner is about to be announced. It was between you and Erwin.” You and Hitch laugh together as Jean frowns in curiosity. “Well, you two are the hottest dads out here. The moms can have some fun too,” she muses. You hold the box while she starts counting the votes, and Erwin makes his way over to you all, already knowing about the fact that he and Jean were finalists.

She tallies the votes up on her phone as she takes them out, and she shows you the result before she tells them, and they watch as the both of you break out into hysterics. You flip over the last vote, the letter “J” written on it, and Jean groans as he lets his head fall back.

“And the winner is…” Hitch teases, and when Jean looks back at her, she already has the clothes for him to change into in her hands. He lazily takes them before making his way into the house.

“I’m relieved,” Erwin sighs, and you shake your head at the fact that Hitch even managed to do this. You help Jean get into the booth, chuckling while you do because he still has the party hat on, and by the time he sits down, Hitch has gathered everybody around.

“You got a dunk tank, Auntie Hitch?!” Cole questions excitedly.

“Yes, I did, Mr. Birthday Boy,” she says. “But here’s the twist. You guys have to kick the ball at the target to get our very willing participant, Jean, into the water,” she explains, which makes the moms cheer even louder than the kids, making you laugh, having to hold your stomach.

The kids all lineup, and Jean waits until that moment that he hits the water. He feels his heart jump every time one of the kids kicks the ball right next to the target, and he gives you a fake annoyed look when he sees you taking pictures. The more they miss, the more he starts to wish that someone would just hit the target already because he’s starting to get nervous. Jonas lets Cole get in front of him, and Cole gets focused before kicking the ball, the signature dinging sound ringing as the seat falls out from Jean.

You and Hitch are crying at this point, watching him fall into the water, the surprised look on his face right before he goes under making you cackle even louder. He stands up, and the crowd goes wild as Jean wipes the water from his face. “Ladies, ladies, settle down,” Hitch jokes. “But I am taking bets for two in a row,” she says quietly, and you roll your eyes as Erwin sets the tank back up again.

Jonas is next, and Jean and Erwin are confident that he’ll hit the target, so Jean prepares himself to go back into the water, and even though he expects it, it still shocks him when he falls back in. The kids all cheer in triumph and they all let Cole and Jonas keep kicking, and Jean goes into the water multiple times in a row. You have to sit down after a while because you can’t stand upright without laughing.

Hitch eventually gives Jean a break much to the kids’ dismay, but they all cheer when Erwin gets on it next, all of them lining up this time to see if they can hit the target. “I think you enjoyed that more than I did,” Jean says to you when you walk up as he wrings out his shirt. “That water is colder than it looks,” he adds with a shiver.

“It looked like you were having fun,” you say around a laugh. “You made quite a lot of money, though,” you add. “Hitch said that she’d split it with us.” He laughs with you, and you give him a towel, using it to dry his arms and his hair, knowing that there’s no point in trying to dry off anything else, and you put the party hat back on his head.

With the kids more determined, Erwin ends up falling into the water more than Jean does, and you both watch as the kids cheer loudly every time he does. The dunk tank becomes the only thing the kids want to play with, having a hard time trying to get them to all sit down so they can eat. Cole sits at the end of the table, everyone singing happy birthday after they’ve eaten. You cut the cake as Jean and Hitch hand out the plates to all the kids, and you can’t help but take even more pictures.

The party's still in full swing, the parents hoping that this will tire their kids out, and Jean and Erwin have changed to dry clothes as you all watch Cole. You don't even know if you've ever seen him this happy, and that's saying something because he's always been a cheerful kid.

The emotion is taking over again, and Jean softly catches your attention. "What's wrong?" You look at him, realizing that tears are about to fall from your eyes, and you wipe them before they can. You huff softly as you shake your head, glancing at Cole before you speak.

"I think this is the happiest Cole has ever been," you start. "Porco leaving hurt him more than he let on, and I think both him and Alyssa put on a front for me, and..." You trail off, at a loss for words. "Thank you, Jean. Seriously."

He kisses you softly on your forehead, pulling you into a quick but tight hug. "You're welcome. It was the least I could do."

"What do you mean?" He smiles softly, lacing his fingers with yours as he leans down to kiss you on the lips.

"I'll tell you, I swear. I'm just waiting for the right time." You squint slightly at his words, but then Cole's running up to the both of you.

"Jean, come on! The parents are playing now!" He doesn't let him respond, grabbing his wrists and pulling him away from you. The parents play against the kids until the parents are ready to turn it in for the night, and all of them are obviously bummed about it, but they also look like they'll fall asleep on the way home.

Everyone gives Cole one last happy birthday before they leave, Hitch, Erwin, and Jean helping you clean up the party. Surprisingly, Cole still has energy left, all of you migrating into the house. Hitch, Erwin, and Jonas leave shortly after, and to Cole's surprise, Eren and Connie stop by.

"Connie!? What are you doing here?" He jumps into him, nearly knocking the present he has out of his hand.

"It's your birthday, of course, I had to stop by." He hands it to him, and Cole quickly rips the wrapping paper off, gasping when he sees it's a new soccer ball. "As someone who's played soccer, I can only give you the best," he muses, and Cole's eyes widen.

"You play soccer too?"

"Yes, sir. Captain in high school, and vice-captain in college," he says begrudgingly. Eren gets him some new shin guards since Jean mentioned that he noticed that he's never seen him wear them, and Cole walks up to Jean, who's close to falling asleep on the couch, the soccer ball still tight in his grip.

"Is the goal going to be gone tomorrow?" he asks, a hint of sadness in his voice, and Jean shakes his head.

"Nope. I built it for you."

"And it's staying there," Eren adds, and Cole's beaming again, jumping into Jean to give him a hug.

"Seriously?! You're the best dad ever!" He's pulling Connie outside to go play with him, and Jean's grateful to a certain extent because his stamina isn't what it used to be, so now he has someone else to tire out.

They play until the sun goes down, and it takes you some effort to get Cole into the shower. He falls asleep as soon as he's dressed and in the bed, and you can't help but smile fondly as you kiss his forehead before turning out the light and closing the door softly behind you.

Jean's already gotten in the shower and into bed, his eyes barely staying open when you walk in. He lazily pulls you into him when you slide in next to him. "You seem tired," you tease, and he responds with a soft huff.

"I'm drained," he sighs. "I always think that I can keep up with Cole, but he still somehow always has more energy." You laugh quietly, nodding your head.

"I don't know where it comes from either. But I think he was just really excited," you say. "That was the biggest party he's ever had." You move your head back so that you can look at him, and he's eyes are still droopy, but he's smiling. "Thank you," you whisper, feeling like you have to say it again. "I know you said I don't owe you or anything, but you do so much for them, and I just--"

You really don't know what to say, and he moves to kiss you softly. "You're welcome," he says warmly. "And I'll keep doing it. For them and for you. You all deserve the world."

You feel your face grow warm as you struggle to keep your smile small. "I love you, Jean."

"Love you too, baby," he murmurs before pulling you back into him, sighing heavily. "G'night."

"Good night, Jean."

Chapter 19|Masterlist|Chapter 21

[kyean]

Chapter 19: Promise Me You’ll Stay

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: a decent amount of angst, porco raises his voice at reader so if that triggers you then please be cautious, some comforting

Word Count: 3598

A/N: This is probably going to the last of angst for this series lol. I wanted to write more, but then I decided against it bc this is a comfort series for me so I didn’t wanna add it in

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Work has been piling up for Jean, so much that he's forced to take it home, which was the last resort for him. He's known to have been a workaholic in the past, some relationships being ruined because of it, and he refuses to let himself do it again.

He's relieved when you understand, even letting him set up in your office that you don't use anymore. He promises that he'll finish fast, and you don't even worry about it, telling him not to rush himself. But it turns out that he's got a lot more work than he could really see.

He's hunched over at the desk, his eyes practically drilling into the computer screen that he doesn't hear you come in. You softly wrap your arms around him, making him come to, and you rest your head against his as he rubs his hands over his face.

"You're gonna get bad posture if you keep slouching like this," you scold quietly, massaging his shoulders, and he just hums in response, letting his eyes fall closed.

"What time is it?" he mumbles, opening his eyes to meet yours.

"A little after nine."

"Aren't you supposed to be sleep?" he asks, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Aren't you?" you counter quickly, and he smiles at you. You chuckle quietly, and he closes his eyes again when he feels you pressing soft kisses down his neck, and he easily lets his head loll to the side.

"Are you trying to get me to call it a night?" he muses, and you slump against him, letting your head fall onto his chest.

"It was supposed to work," you whine, and he laughs as he wraps his hands around yours. He kisses you when you lift your head up.

"One more hour, and I'll be done. I promise." He kisses you again as if to solidify his words, and he gives your hands a soft squeeze. "Goodnight," he tells you as you walk out.

"Night, Jean," you respond, closing the door behind you.

He sighs heavily as he turns back to the screen before scooting up in his chair, going back to the last thing he was working on. When the door opens again, he doesn't hear it, and he jumps softly when he sees Cole standing next to him.

"Cole, why are you still awake?" he asks, and Cole shrugs as he wraps the blanket around himself further.

"I couldn't go to sleep," he whispers. "What're you doing?" Jean can see that he's tired, his body slumping a bit, and he gently gestures to the desk.

"I was finishing up some work."

"Can I stay here while you do it?" Jean doesn't really have it in him to say no, so he moves back so that Cole can climb into his lap, curling into Jean. He lets his head rest on his chest, and Jean's starting to find more reasons not to keep working.

Cole talks to him until he dozes off, and Jean finally finishes what he wanted to get done, nearly groaning in relief as he yawns. He carefully stands with Cole in his arms, making sure not to wake him and carrying him to his room. But when he tries to put him down, Cole grabs onto him, not letting him go.

"Can you stay? For a little bit longer?" He's surprised at how tight Cole's grip is, and he sighs before laying him down first, sliding in next to him. Cole moves back into Jean, and Jean rubs his hand over his head.

"Sleep tight, Cole."

~

When you turn your alarm off, you only feel the blanket touching you, and you turn over to see that Jean's side of the bed looks untouched. You smile softly as you shake your head, thinking he must've fallen asleep in the office, but to your surprise, he isn't there.

You frown as you start looking through the house to find him, and you can't fight your smile when you see Jean crowded in Cole's bed. You tiptoe in, shaking Jean softly, and he stirs, turning over to look at you. "What are you doing?" you ask.

He looks around, then looks at Cole, and he moves slowly, checking to make sure he doesn't wake up. "He wouldn't let me leave," he tells you, and he's too tired to notice the look on your face. He follows you out of the room, and he crashes into your bed, stretching out.

You don't say anything as you start to get ready, giving a sleeping Jean a kiss on the forehead before you leave, but the feeling that stirring in your chest doesn't leave you for the rest of the day.

Jean doesn't think much of it, and you don't show him any signs of what you're thinking. You have to run some errands before you go home, so you'll be home later than usual, and Jean's still working, keeping the door open as he listens to the kids.

He hears footsteps, and he turns his head to see Cole walking up to him. "What's up, kid?" he asks him, and Cole looks at him for a long second before he answers.

"Are you gonna be here for my birthday?"

"Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Jean's having trouble reading the look in his eyes, noticing that there's something behind the happiness.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Cole. I wouldn't miss it for anything," he reassures, and Jean wonders where this is coming from as Cole's eyes brighten. "You want anything in particular for your birthday?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," he answers honestly. "But when I figure it out, I'll let you know."

Jean laughs as he nods. "Sounds good."

You nearly collapse on the bed when you get home, and Jean, somehow knowing you like the back of his hand, already made dinner because he knew you'd be too tired to. He actually finished a good amount of work, so he's sliding into bed with you about two hours after you do.

He's almost about to be fully asleep when he feels something shaking at his arm. He huffs softly, ignoring it at first, but then the shaking gets heavier. He rolls over, but he doesn't open his eyes.

"Dad." The soft voice has him coming to in an instant, and he opens his eyes to see Cole standing on his side of the bed, the monkey he got from the zoo in his hands. Jean sits up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, and he frowns deeply when he sees the look on Cole's face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, seeing the tears brimming in his eyes, and Cole crawls onto the bed, Jean sliding over to make room for him.

"I had a nightmare." His voice is still shaky, and Jean sighs quietly as he wipes the tears from his face. "Can I stay here tonight?" Jean doesn't say anything, laying back down to tell him his answer, and Cole lays on top of him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jean asks, rubbing his hand on his back, and he feels Cole shake his head. "Okay, bud, that's okay," he agrees. "Try and get some sleep, okay?" Cole doesn't say anything, clinging tighter to Jean as he throws the blanket over the both of them as he gets comfortable, sleeping on his back something that he's already used to.

"Promise me you'll stay." The words fill his ears in the quiet room.

"I'm staying, Cole. I'll be here when you wake up," he responds.

"Promise?"

"I promise, Cole," he states, wrapping his arm around him tighter. "I'm not going anywhere."

Waking up to see Cole laying on Jean makes your heart flip for so many reasons, but that doesn't mean you didn't take a picture. You had to get to work, and neither of them stirred when your alarm went off, and they didn't even make a move when you give them both a kiss on their forehead before you leave.

You know exactly why Cole's acting the way he's been acting, and every time you think about it, it makes your heart hurt. You've been trying to tell yourself that it isn't your fault, that in the past, the timing has always been wrong, but after having it happen time and time again, you feel like that's the only explanation. You sit in the driveway for a while when you get home, just thinking because you're afraid that if you go in and Jean asks you what's wrong, the floodgates will open.

You finally think you have yourself composed enough to go inside, and you're once again keeping everything under wraps as you make dinner, going on as if nothing's eating away at you. You talk to your kids, listening to their stories about school and how they're excited to finally almost be out for the summer. Unfortunately for you, Jean reads you like an open book the entire night.

"What's going on?" You hadn't realized that you had zoned out, your eyes looking at the TV, but you're not watching it. You blink out of your thoughts, turning your head to look at Jean. You adjust the pillow behind your head against the headboard, and Jean sits up, doing the same.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking," you respond, looking away.

"Is everything okay?" he asks you, intertwining his fingers with yours, and you look down at his hand, your face going warm as you feel tears start to pool into your eyes.

"Porco left two weeks before Cole's birthday." You rub a hand over your forehead as you close your eyes, fighting everything in you to keep the tears from falling. "It's why he's acting this way," you continue. "He's done it in the past, and it's not too long until they're gone."

Jean sighs as he listens to you explain why Cole's been acting the way he has, and then it suddenly all falls into place. "It's not your fault."

"I know, but I can't help but feel like it is. Every single time, it never fails. The timing was always wrong," you argue, and you wipe your own tears before he can.

"Listen to me, angel." You turn your head to look at him, and he hates seeing you like this. If he could take away all of your pain, he would in a heartbeat. "Even if I had met you yesterday, I wouldn't leave. None of this is going to make me leave. I love being here with you and the kids, and nothing will ever change that." This is what he's always wanted, and he doesn't know what he'll do if he ever messed this up. "And I know it's not easy, but I want you to stop blaming yourself. You've done all you can do, and that enough is amazing on its own."

He squeezes your hand as you bite your lip, which is threatening to start trembling. "Jean, I don't know how--" you trail off, your voice breaking, and he grabs your other hand, making you look at him again.

"And that's another thing," he says. "You don't owe me for anything. I'm never doing anything because of pity, I'm doing it because I want to. Because it's what I'm supposed to do." You can't help but smile, even though you can barely hold it. "I love you, and I would do anything for you and the kids. I mean it."

You laugh softly despite yourself; your sister was right. You did win the lottery.

"I love you, too, Jean." You never know what to say whenever he says something like this. It always leaves you at a loss for words. The smile he gives you makes you return it, and he leans over to kiss you on the forehead before pulling you into him.

He knows it'll take some time for you to realize especially after what you've been through, it's not something that someone can just get over. But he's not going anywhere any time soon, so he'll be here to reassure you every day.

You hum to yourself as you close up the shop, Ymir already gone as you continue to admire the paintings on the walls. They got tons of compliments today, and you can't wait to tell Alyssa about it. You hear the bell on the door ring, and your back is to it. "Sorry, we're closed," you say lightly.

"I know, I thought I could catch you before you left."

Your blood runs cold and a shiver runs down your spine at the voice that you haven't heard in so long. You take a deep breath before you turn around, still taking more time to finally look at him. You feel so many things yet nothing at all as you look at Porco, who's wearing that smile that you feel for all those years ago.

"What're you doing here?" Your voice is soft, threatening to shake, but you're able to compose yourself before it does. He sets a box on the counter, the look of it instantly recognizable along with the necklace inside.

"Happy birthday." Your face doesn't change, and you're pretty sure that it's the exact same necklace that you threw at him when you found out he was cheating.

"Thanks, but no thanks," you say, sliding back towards him. "Why are you really here, Porco?"

"I know you're still seeing him," he starts, and you shake your head. "He'll never be their dad. I am."

"Porco, what do you want?"

"I want to see my kids." You blink at him slowly, feeling emotionally fatigued from him just standing here. "Think it would be nice for them to meet her."

That's what you figured. She must be talking about kids, and he doesn't want to go through that again. You wonder if he's treating her the same way he did you. And he keeps talking when you stay silent. "Let them decide," he offers. "If they want to see me, then we can work out when I can come to get them."

"Fine." That's all you say, not wanting to talk to him anymore. "You can come by tomorrow." You finalize it by taking your apron off. "If that's all you wanted then I need to finish closing up."

He tries to reach for your hand on the counter, but you quickly move it away. "Thank you." And you watch him walk out of the door, and all of those awful feelings you had managed to push down come rushing back up to the surface again.

~

When you get home, you don't even know where to start. Jean's already made dinner, and you've never been more grateful because you weren't sure if you were going to be able to get through it. You pull Jean to the side when the kids are occupying themselves, noticing that something's wrong as you load the dishwasher.

"He came to the cafe today." You see Jean freeze in the corner of your eye, and you lean against the counter. He sighs as he closes the door of the dishwasher, starting it before he moves over towards you. "He wants to see the kids."

"What did you say?" His voice is calm, but the way his hands are gripping the counter next to you tells you a different story.

"He said that he'll let the kids decide. If they want to see him, then they can. He's coming over here tomorrow." Your voice is empty because, at this point, you're tired. You just want the pain to stop. You don't want to have to keep worrying about this anymore. Jean doesn't really have much to say, and he knows that it isn't his place to say anything in the first place, but he promises that he'll stay in the house, but out of the way.

Telling Alyssa and Cole was even harder than telling Jean, both of them not even close to excited about it. "I promise, you guys, it won't be long. It's just for an hour," you try, and they give you a short nod that you can barely even see, and that only makes you even more frustrated and emotionally tired.

You're dreading the day when you wake up, and you couldn't even sleep well. Ymir suggested you go home, but you insisted on staying, saying that you greatly needed the distraction. She didn't argue with you there, but she always made sure to check on you throughout the day, and you were grateful for that. You were hesitant to tell Hitch because there was a part of you that thought she might actually kill Porco this time around, so you've just decided to save it for after the fact.

When you get home, you can tell that Alyssa is quieter than she usually is, but you don't know what you can say to try and ease the situation. You feel something run through your body when you hear the doorbell ring, and you take a deep breath. You don't even look at him when you open the door, and Alyssa and Cole don't even look his way when he walks into the living room.

You sit down on the barstool at the island, Cole glancing at him before he reluctantly turns off the game he was playing. "Feels like I haven't seen you guys in forever." They don't say anything to him, but he's still keeping up the persona like he hasn't done anything wrong. Or that he rarely saw them when you split up. "I got you both something."

He hands Alyssa an envelope, and she looks at it as Cole takes the box he gives him. Cole opens the box, revealing some new cleats, and you roll your lips into your mouth when he doesn't react. "You're still into soccer, right? Figured you'd need some new ones." You watch Cole keep the uninterested look on his face as he turns the box around, and then he finally looks at him.

"These aren't my size." His voice is so monotone, it surprises you. He gives Porco the box back, and Porco chuckles softly.

"Really? I thought these were the right ones," he says, and he gives you a look. He asked you his size, and you told him the right one.

"I don't want them." You can see that side of Porco coming to light, but he shakes it off with a sigh, turning his attention to Alyssa, who's opened the envelope, and she feels herself scoff at what's in it.

"You can get anything you want. I didn't really know what you were into right now." She barely even touches the money, closing the envelope as she hands it back to him. You knew he wasn't going to get her anything she wanted. He never really understood the whole art route, and you tried your best to make sure that he never shut her down, but it's been more than obvious that he had already made his impression.

"I don't need it. I already have everything I need," she states. You don't know how much more of this you can take. You tried to do everything to not obscure their father's image. It's not fair for them to not have a relationship with him, but he went and did that all on his own when he left and never came back until now.

"You sure? There isn't something else you would like to get?" You roll your eyes at his statement, and Alyssa gives him a look.

"I love what I have. I don't need anything." Her voice is firm, and she looks at him for a half-second longer before she stands. "If all you wanted to give me was money, then I don't want to be here anymore."

The tears well in your eyes as you watch her walk away, disappearing down the hallway, hearing her door close a split second later.

"If Alyssa doesn't have to be here, then I don't want to be here either." Cole says it right after the door closes, and he's following Alyssa's suit, standing and walking out of the living room. You don't know what to say, you don't think you can. You mentally prepare yourself as best you can when you hear Porco scoff before he's standing up, making his way towards you.

"You said it, Porco," you remind. None of this was your doing. You both knew what you agreed to, but only you knew how it would turn out.

"This is your fault. You set this whole bullshit up!" You turn your head away, your hand clenching into a fist as his voice raises, and he doesn't even reach you because Jean is storming into the room, grabbing Porco by the back of his shirt and nearly throwing him out of the door.

You break down when you feel his arm wrap around you, pulling you against him, and you can't control the sobs that you've fought back for so long, feeling his hand rub over the back of your head repeatedly. "It's okay, baby. It's okay." He uses his other hand to rub up and down your back, and you don't know how long it is until you can finally stop.

You pull away, taking a rough deep breath as you wipe your face, hearing footsteps coming in behind you. You turn around, and Alyssa and Cole are already walking to hug you. "I'm sorry," you say quietly. "It's not going to happen again."

"It's not your fault, Mom," Alyssa says. "We know it isn't."

You give them a shaky smile before sighing again, and they return it. Alyssa looks at Jean, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards you all, and you let out a watery laugh as you all hug each other.

"You're staying, right, Jean?" It's Cole who speaks, and Jean smiles as he nods.

"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere."

Chapter 18|Masterlist|Chapter 20

[kyean]

Chapter 18: Happy Birthday

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2630

A/N: This chapter might seem a little short and rushed, and that’s bc the creative juices weren’t really flowing when I wrote this 

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You're happy that you're not being woken up by an alarm, curling yourself further under the blanket when you stir. You frown softly when you don't feel as warm as you usually do, and you eventually roll over to see Jean's already awake, scrolling through his phone. He looks over at you when he sees you moving, smiling at you as he sets his phone down.

"You're up earlier than me?" you sigh as he rolls over to face you, chuckling with you before he shrugs.

"It's a special occasion," he muses before he moves over to kiss you softly. "Happy birthday, baby."

Your smile widens as a warm feeling comes over you. "Thank you."

"And Happy Mother's Day." Right after he says that the door opens and you feel someone climbing on top of you. You manage to roll over, seeing Cole sitting on you, Alyssa standing next to your side of the bed.

"Happy Birthday Mom!" Cole tells you, his voice way too loud for the morning, but you don't feel anything but happiness as you laugh.

"Happy Mother's Day, Mom." You rub over Cole's head as you rest your hand on Alyssa's arm. "I love you and thank you for everything."

You pout softly before she hugs you, Cole happily copying her, and you can't help but internally admit that this has been the happiest you've been in a long time.

"You're the best mom in the world, and I wouldn't ask for anyone else." Your smile can't get any bigger at Cole's words.

"Thank you, guys. I love you both so much."

"We made you breakfast!" Cole exclaims next, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise before they both run out of the room. You laugh as you watch them disappear, looking at Jean for a second before they reappear, Alyssa carrying a tray while Cole has your favorite flower in his hand.

You can't even say anything as you sit up, letting your daughter carefully set the tray over you as Cole hands you the flowers. "You both did this all by yourselves?"

"Yes, we did!" Cole answers, proudly, and you chuckle as you start to cut the pancakes on your tray.

You all spend the rest of the time talking about what you're planning to do for your birthday, even though you're doing the same thing that you've always done. Your family comes, Ymir sometimes stops by, and Sasha and Niccolo said they would try and make it. You've eventually moved to the kitchen so that the kids and Jean can eat.

"I have a surprise for you, Mom," Alyssa tells you as she puts the dishes in the sink.

"Really? What is it?" you ask playfully.

"I can't tell you," she stresses, and you laugh. "You have to get dressed." You frown curiously at that, but you do it anyway, and you're even more surprised when Jean blindfolds you once you get in the car.

You're nervous when the car comes to a stop, and Jean helps you out of the car, his hands on your shoulders to guide you as you walk with your hands out in front of you. You can only hear Jean when you stop walking, and he takes the blindfold.

You blink rapidly as you adjust your eyes, and you jump softly when the lights turn on and you realize that you're in the café. You look around, and you gasp quietly as your hands come up to cover your mouth when your eyes land on the walls.

"Oh, my God," you breathe, and you look around to see that all of the walls of the place are covered in murals. "Oh, my God," you say again, absolutely speechless. "Alyssa, sweetie, I don't know what to say."

You turn to her, and your daughter's smile is huge. "Do you like it?"

"Alyssa, I love it. They look amazing," you praise, looking around again, spinning around in a circle to see it all once more. "This is just phenomenal." You give her a big hug, scoffing in happiness as you continue to look around. "How long did this take you?"

"I did it when you weren't here," she answers.

"You really are amazing, Alyssa. Thank you so much." You kiss her on the forehead, and she beams, happy that her hard work paid off.

"So, will it just be your parents coming?" Jean asks, and you shrug.

"Maybe, sometimes my sister and her family come."

"Is something wrong?" he asks, noticing the tone of your voice.

"No," you start, rubbing a hand over your arm. "It's just that, um..." You trail off, looking down at the ground. "They kinda don't know about you." Your voice is quiet, and you start talking again before he can. "It's nothing bad," you try. "In the past whenever I let them meet my family, it just." You sigh, shaking your head. "It didn't go well."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I get it." You look up at him, seeing a smile on his face. "I'm not upset or anything."

"I mean, I know my sister knows about you because she and Hitch are like the best of friends," you say as you roll your eyes. "But I wasn't trying to hide you or anything like that, I promise."

"I know you weren't. I'm happy to finally meet them."

"It'll definitely be interesting." You both exchange a quiet laugh when you hear the door open and then close a little bit after.

"The party is here!" Hitch announces, Sasha and Niccolo, walking in behind her with their daughter in Niccolo's arms. You laugh as she walks over to you, giving you a big hug. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks, Hitch," you say warmly, returning the gesture.

"You're not cooking, are you?" Niccolo asks. "I thought I told you you're not allowed to cook on your birthday."

"I'm not doing anything," you laugh. "I promise," you add, holding your hands up. Both Sasha and Niccolo say their happy birthdays, Niccolo urging you out of the kitchen as you move with Sasha into the living room, her daughter in your arms.

The doorbell rings after a while, and Jean goes to open it while you continue talking to Sasha. You freeze in the middle of your conversation when a familiar voice fills your ears, and you're passing the baby to Sasha as you get off the couch and make your way towards the door. You stand beside Jean, seeing your parents along with your sister and her family.

"You guys are early!" you say in surprise and their attention shifts to you. "I thought you weren't coming for another couple of hours."

"I had a feeling you might try and cook dinner for yourself," your mom argues, and you roll your eyes as you both step to the side to let them in. They all give you hugs, your sister's kids run into the house after they give you one.

"This is Jean," you introduce, and he shakes your dad's hand, and you're surprised that he hasn't said anything yet. "These are my parents, and this is my sister Jada, and her husband."

"It's nice to finally meet you all."

"You know, it's such a shame that I had to hear about you from my grandchildren instead of my own daughter," your mom emphasizes, and you chuckle softly as you shake your head.

The conversation isn't as awkward as you thought it would be, which makes you sigh in relief, and your parents' attention is taken away when Sasha walks up, greeting them as they meet the baby for the first time. Your sister pulls you to the side as she catches up with Hitch.

"I thought Hitch hired you a stripper for your birthday because he's so hot," she jokes, and you laugh in surprise as you shove her.

"Very funny, Jay," you lament with a roll of your eyes. "Did my kids really tell Mom about him?" you question, squinting your eyes.

She shrugs. "Maybe." You give her a blank look. "I may have mentioned it."

"I knew you would tell her Hitch," you groan.

"So, what? It just so happen to come up in the conversation, it wasn't intentional." You roll your eyes again at her lame excuse, and you turn around to see that Jean's talking to your parents.

"Should I go save him? Who knows what they're asking him," you ask.

"Uh, no," your sister's husband denies. "I had to go through the same thing, so does he."

"And it's not like they're gonna scare him away," your sister starts. "I mean, he's been with you this long and you do weird shit in your sleep."

"I do not!" you argue, your mouth falling open, even though you've been told in the past of things that Jada and Hitch claim you always do in your sleep.

"So, how'd you meet him anyway? You win the lottery?"

"We met at the store one night, and then he came into the shop. Turns out he's been friends with Sasha since middle school."

"And you've never met him? You've known Sasha for years."

"I know," you respond with a shrug. "We never crossed paths until now." And it's probably the best thing that could've ever happened to you.

You find out very quickly that your family loves Jean. Even your niece and nephew. You don't really find it to be a surprise because Jean's a great person in general, but the fact that he already has your dad roped in is a gift all in itself. Your niece and nephew even asked him if he could make them something after finding out from their cousins that he built something for them.

He spends most of his time talking to your mom, your ear trained on their conversation just in case she's on the verge of saying something horribly embarrassing. Because it's happened in the past. Ymir ends up coming by right after dinner, finding home instantly on the couch next to Alyssa.

You didn't expect to get much presents wise especially because you told everyone not to get you anything because you didn't really need anything. "Open mine, Mom!" Cole shouts excitedly, running over to give you your gift. You laugh softly as you take in, noticing how big it is.

He sits back down on the floor, bouncing softly as you start to tear the wrapping paper off. "Oh, my God," you gasp when you finally see what it is. "Cole." Everyone's reaction is the same as yours as you reveal the very expensive food processor that you had off-handedly asked for one time.

"Do you like it?" he asks, beaming.

"Cole, did you really pay for this?" you ask in utter disbelief.

"Yep! I saved up my allowance after you said you wanted it."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but you do so much for me, so I wanted to." You pout softly, moving it to the side so that you can give him a hug. Alyssa shows everyone what she did for your birthday, all of them more than impressed with what she did.

Jada gets you a card that basically roasts you along with some money, saying that the card really spoke to her and you chuck a pillow at her. Hitch gets you a giant blanket that feels so soft, you're sure that it could knock you out after a long day of work, and your parents get you another recipe book to fill, some of your mother's recipes already in it.

You open Ymir's gift, scolding her already because you made sure to tell her not to get you anything, and your face softens when you see that she's made a photo album full of pictures of the both of you at the café, the front picture being when you first opened the place up.

"Ymir. I love this."

"I was trying to figure out how to thank you for being one of the biggest supporters in my life." You definitely think you might cry, standing and walking over to her to give her the biggest hug.

"So, Jean, what'd you get her?" Jada asks.

"Probably--"

"Hitch!" you hiss, and she and your sister exchange a laugh, making you roll your eyes as Jean stands.

"It actually can't fit through the door." Your eyes go wide at his words. "It's in the backyard." He leads as everyone follows him to the backdoor.

"Jean," you start, a little bit scared to say the least to see what he got you, and when everyone's outside, he asks Jada's husband to give him a hand with it, and your eyes go even bigger.

They both disappear behind the storage shed, and you gasp loudly when they reappear with a giant sign. "Alyssa said that your place didn't have a sign, so I thought I would make you one. Alyssa painted it."

You're stunned as you look at the letters of your shop, painted with vines of roses, and you carefully step forward, running your hand over it. "And it'll last through all kinds of weather."

"Jean, are you serious?" you ask, and he just responds with a shrug. "This is amazing." You huff in disbelief, just at a loss for words. "How long did this take you?"

"Couple of weeks," he admits, and you can't help but hug him as you thank him again.

"I love it so much," you admire, looking at it again.

You're surrounded by your family at the end of the night with them singing Happy Birthday, and you're just so overwhelmed with happiness that you don't even know what to do. You feel like your family is saying goodbye longer to Jean than to you, but you don't find it hurting one bit.

You flop down on your bed, sighing heavily as the excitement from today starts to catch up to you, figuring this is where Cole gets it from. You hear Jean walk in, sitting up once he gets to you. "Did you have a good birthday?" he asks, sitting next to you, and you lean in to give him a soft kiss.

"Yeah, I did. The best one in the world."

"I'm glad," he says. "Your family's amazing."

You laugh softly. "I'm surprised you were able to win over my dad so easily. I don't know how you did it. And my mom didn't say anything too embarrassing about me, did she?"

"I am not allowed to tell." He laughs when you roll your eyes.

"And did Cole really pay for that food processor?" you ask, and he chuckles softly.

"For like a quarter of it. He really wanted to get it for you though," Jean answers, and you huff fondly. "Also, I have one more gift."

You scoff as he leans over to slide something out from under his pillow. "Jean, I already told you that you didn't have to get me anything, and you did."

He sits back up. "I know, but I couldn't help it." You frown in interest when he reveals a black velvet box. He opens it, and your eyes fall on a gold necklace, a heart hanging in the middle of it.

You say his name, trailing off as he takes it out, and you turn around so that he can put it on. You realize that the heart is a locket, but when you open it there's no picture inside. "I was going to let you decide what you wanted to put in it," he tells you, and you smile softly, looking at it again, and your brows furrow as you see the numbers 2025.

"What do the numbers mean?" you ask.

"It's a secret." You give him a questioning look as you squint at him. "I'll tell you one day." You lean back to kiss him again, this one longer than the first. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Jean. And thank you."

"Anything for you."

Chapter 17|Masterlist|Chapter 19

[kyean]

Chapter 17: The Finishing Touches

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut: unprotected sex, and that’s about it

Word Count: 2629

A/N: I was horny when I wrote this, which is why there’s smut LMFAO

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You yawn as you walk into the house, frowning when you hear drilling. You take your shoes off, throwing your keys on the small table before going to find the source of the noise. You follow it to Cole's room, walking into the doorway to see Jean sitting on the floor, Cole holding a piece of wood as Jean drills the nail in.

Jean manages to catch you in the corner of his eye, smiling when he turns his attention to you. "You're home." You're frowning in confusion, and when Cole sees that you're here, he turns to you, filling you in.

"Mom! Jean built me a bookcase!" Your face falls, and Cole keeps going even though you don't respond. "And it's as tall as him!"

Jean chuckles as he holds the final piece of the bookshelf. "Not quite," he muses, his words muffled by the nail he has in this mouth. He drills the last one in before standing, and Cole helps him lift it up, even though Jean is doing all of the work.

"And he built me a stool so I can reach the top shelf." You don't even know what to say, a smile forming on your face as you watch them interact. Jean asks him where Cole wants it, and he tells him. He helps Jean move the bookcase, but you can tell that Jean's once again doing all of the work. He helps him fill it up, even making him bookends using some wooden soccer balls he found at the art store and putting them on some extra wood he had leftover.

"Doesn't it look awesome?!" You laugh as you nod your head, agreeing in, and Cole hugs Jean, thanking him. He walks over to you as Cole admires the bookcase, greeting you with a kiss.

"How was your day?"

"Pretty mellow," you comment with a nod. "Ymir and I spent the day preparing for an event we're catering for." Cole's occupied with reading on his bed, so you both slip out of the room, making your way to yours. He sits down on the bed, pulling you on top of him.

"What's the event for?"

"Some company party type thing," you answer. "But it's an hour away, and the people who own the company are paying for our hotel."

"When are you leaving?" he asks, his hands running up and down your back softly.

"Thursday morning," you sigh. "And I won't be back until Sunday morning."

"A little birdy told me that Sunday's your birthday," he says, a small smile on his face.

"Did Ymir tell you that?" He doesn't respond, only giving you a shrug, and you chuckle as you nod your head. "Yes, that's my birthday. And my family started combining it with Mother's day after I had Cole. And you don't have to get me anything," you add after he nods.

"But what if I want to?" he teases.

"You can if you want to," you reluctantly respond. "But don't get anything ridiculous."

"No promises." You chuckle as you shake your head, squinting your eyes at him slightly. "So, that means you're leaving me stuck with the kids?"

"If that's okay with you."

"Of course it is. I'll be able to practice my cooking skills." You both exchange a quiet laugh before you lean down, Jean meeting you halfway. You rest your hand on his face as you kiss him, rubbing your thumb over his cheek softly.

"I love you, Jean."

"I love you, too."

You tell the kids that you're leaving later in the night, and they're a little upset, but it's short-lived when they know that they'll be staying with Jean. You spend Wednesday night packing, the kids already asleep, and this is probably one of your least favorite things to do.

You think you've got almost everything packed, some things you can't pack until tomorrow morning, and you throw your suitcase on the floor. Jean's back is against the headboard, and he pulls you on top of him before you can flop down onto the bed.

His hands run up your thighs before they run under your shirt. "We should probably cover for the days you're not here," he says quietly, and you let your arms rest on his shoulders, melting into his touch.

"Yeah? And how are we gonna do that?"

"I can think of a few ways." His kiss is deep as soon as your lips meet, his fingers pressing into the plush of your ass to pull you closer. Your hand slides into his hair as his hands slide under your shirt. His fingers rub over your nipples, letting them come to attention before pulling at them softly. The sigh you release turns into a soft moan as you roll your hips, one of his hands molding into it to help you.

You're glad he spares you the teasing this time, feeling him growing under you before he shoves his clothes past his thighs. He helps you out of your shorts, and he stops you when you try to sink down, running his length through your soaking folds, making both of you moan. He finally lets you sink down, and you gasp softly at the intrusion, Jean's hands digging further into your hips the more you sink.

He groans softly when you start moving, the soft pap of your hips hitting his thighs filling the room, and he takes your shirt off, tossing it blindly onto the floor, his mouth on your tits as he grabs at your ass. "You feel so good, Jean," you breathe softly, and he moans against your skin before pulling away, resting his head on the headboard to watch you.

His eyes focus on where your bodies are connected, a creamy ring around the base of his dick as you bounce on him, moving his hand up so that he can rub circles on your clit. His half-lidded eyes are on every part of your body, noticing that your pace is starting to slow due to the burning blooming in your thighs, and he digs his heels into the mattress before thrusting his hips into you.

You whine when he rams into the sensitive spot inside of you, his hands digging so hard into your skin that you're sure it'll bruise. He curls his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you to him so he can meet your lips for a sloppy, lazy kiss. Your hands rest on the side of his neck as you moan into his mouth, moving your hands to his bare shoulders when he finds that spongy spot inside of you.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, feeling your orgasm approaching fast, pulling away to breathe against him. "M close, Jean."

"I know, baby," he breathes. "Fuck, I love you," he whispers, and you respond with a breathless confession of your own as he circles at your clit. He brings his lips back to your when you cum, the pulsing of your walls sending him over as well, both of you almost a step from behind too loud as he rolls your hips, riding the high.

You fall against him, your forehead resting against his as you both raggedly laugh, his hands rubbing up and down your back before he kisses you again.

You found out very quickly that Jean's stamina is next-level, and he stayed true to his words of covering for the lost time. He had you in every position in your room, then in the bathroom, and then in the shower. You say you knocked out after all of the rounds would be an understatement.

You nearly throw your alarm clock when it rings, almost knocking it off the nightstand from how hard you smack it. "I'm so tired," you groan.

"Oh? Why is that?" You can hear the cheeky question from behind you, and you squint your eyes at him when you turn around.

"Because someone kept me up all night," you jab back, and he gives you a questioning look.

"Who could that have been? Are you seeing someone else?" You both laugh quietly, and you close your eyes, sleep still threatening to hold you down, and you whine when Jean sits you up. He kisses you softly, but it's not even a second before it's becoming deeper, his hands groping at your body as he pulls you flush against him.

"Are you trying to wake me up or get me to stay?"

"Maybe a little bit of both," he quips.

The final round in the shower almost makes you late, but you get dressed, pack up the rest of your stuff, and he helps you load everything to the car. "Be careful, okay?" he tells you after you close the door. "And text me when you get there."

"I will," you reply before hugging him. "I love you."

"I love you, too." The kiss he gives you lingers a little longer, and he nearly follows you when you pull away. He watches your car until you disappear before walking back in the house. He still has about two hours before he has to wake the kids up, so he takes that time and goes back to sleep.

~

"Can I skip school today?" Jean frowns when he hears the question come from Alyssa.

"Why?"

"Because Mom's not here, and I need to finish the mural. Ymir gave me her key." Jean sighs as he thinks about it.

"You can't miss school, sweetie."

"But I have to. Mom's gonna be back on Sunday," she starts. "We're doing review, and I already know the concepts really well. And my friends said they'd send me what I missed. I won't ask again."

He hesitates before he sighs heavily, giving him. "Fine, just don't let your brother know." She nods in excitement, running to her room to get dressed as Jean finishes breakfast. He gets them all in the car, Cole taking a little bit longer since he's dragging, and he drops Cole off first before heading for the café.

Alyssa unlocks the door, putting in the code for the alarm system before getting to work. Jean grabs the rest of her supplies from the car, starting on the work he has to do afterward.

She's made a lot of progress in the time they've been there, only stopping to flex her fingers that are starting to cramp, but she barely stops. Jean helps her, letting her sit on his shoulder so that she can reach the higher places on the wall.

She eats around lunchtime, falling asleep on Jean before waking up and instantly continuing. She made the designs pretty simple, knowing that she wouldn't have much time so that the only thing she would have to worry about was the paint drying. She was already impatient, so waiting for the paint to dry so that she could paint over it would be ideal.

The day goes by fast, asking Hitch if she could pick up Cole so that he can stay with Alyssa, and she finishes more than half of it when he says it's time to go home. Cole asks what they were doing when they get home, and Alyssa rattles off some excuse that seems to work because then he's asking Jean to help him with his homework.

Alyssa eats dinner and falls asleep almost right after, and Friday coincidentally is a teacher workday, so she's ready to go back, and finish it.

"Cole can't come. He'll tell Mom," Alyssa argues, and Jean sighs.

"I can't just leave him here." Alyssa huffs and turns to her brother.

"If you tell Mom, I'll burn all of your books," she threatens, and Cole rolls his eyes.

"Listen here, Alyssa," he sasses. "I can keep a secret." She raises an eyebrow at him but groans anyway, and Jean shakes his head as he laughs, walking behind them as they make their way to the car.

Alyssa has music with her this time so that she can tune Cole out because he talks almost the entire time they're there except for when he's reading. Jean made sure he had enough books to keep himself occupied, knowing how short his attention span is. When he finishes one of the books, he explains the whole thing to Jean, and he listens intently, asking him questions every now and then.

He looks at his phone when it rings, seeing that it's a FaceTime call from you, and he panics. "Don't answer it, she'll see that you're at the café," Alyssa tells him, and he feels bad, but she does have a point, so he silences it, waiting for it to stop.

He calls you about two minutes later. "Sorry I missed your call," he says. "I was making lunch for the kids."

"Oh, it's no problem. I just wanted to tell you that we're coming home tomorrow afternoon instead of Sunday." Alyssa's eyes widen, hearing you since Jean has you on speaker.

"Oh, that's awesome." Jean genuinely means it as he finds a way to calm Alyssa down without concerning you. "Well, we'll all be here when you get back."

You hang up a little later, saying you have to get back to work, and Jean turns to Alyssa. "You're almost done, right? We'll just ask Ymir to keep her from the shop until Sunday."

That seems to calm her down, and she's scrambling to finish the last wall of the café. She decides that she can finish up the last things tomorrow when Cole starts complaining that he's bored, and they make their way home.

Alyssa calls Ymir as soon as she gets home to tell her after she adamantly tells Cole that you cannot find out about what she's doing. He brushes her off with a roll of his eyes, quickly moving on to do something else.

You get home, and Alyssa's relieved that you don't suspect a thing, and she says that she wants to go to the art supply store because she ran out of something that she really needs. Jean says he'll take her, and the only people who know it's a lie is her and Jean.

They meet Ymir at the café, Alyssa giving her the key back before he starts putting the finishing touches on her paintings. "The place looks amazing, Lyssa," Ymir compliments.

"You think so?"

"Absolutely. She'll more than love it." Alyssa beams and Jean reassures her too, saying the same thing Ymir said. "You can't let Mom see it yet. Not until tomorrow."

"Aye aye, captain," Ymir says, holding her fingers up in a salute. Alyssa chuckles as she looks around, and Jean can tell that she's proud before she sighs heavily, letting her head fall back.

"You did a good job, Alyssa."

"Thanks for helping me," she says, giving him a hug that he reciprocates.

"Of course."

She hugs Ymir next, and they all say their goodbyes before hopping in the car, and Alyssa nearly falls asleep on the way home. You've already made dinner when they get back, asking them how it went, oblivious to what they were doing.

The night goes the same, all of them eating dinner, and you're surprised that Alyssa goes to bed pretty early, but you don't question it, and Jean helps you load the dishwasher. "What are you doing to do for your birthday?" he asks.

"Well, Ymir's not letting me work," you start. "She's actually closing the shop." He laughs with you as you roll your eyes. "But we'll probably just have dinner here, we've been doing it for years. My family will probably be here."

"Sounds like a party," he muses, and you huff as you nod.

"It definitely will be."

Chapter 16|Masterlist|Chapter 18

[kyean]

Chapter 16: Surprise!

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none, confession of feelings at the beginning

Word Count: 2232

A/N: Every scene with Jean and Alyssa is literally my favorite

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You reach over to turn your alarm off, hearing Jean groan behind you. "I don't know how you get up this early," he mumbles, and you roll over to face him, his eyes still closed.

"It takes a while," you joke, and he peels his eyes open as he smiles.

"Morning," he says softly, and you swear your face is hurting from how big you're smiling.

"Morning," you parrot back with a giggle, moving in to kiss him.

"I'll get the kids ready and take them to school," he tells you, his eyes still heavy with sleep as he sets your leg over his hip.

"Won't that make you late for work?"

He gives you a lazy shrug as he drags his hand up and down your thigh. "So what?"

"Jean, I don't want you to be late." He shakes his head, a small huff leaving his chest.

"It's okay. I love the kids, and I love y--" He freezes, his tired eyes widening as far as they can go in this state. "U, I love the letter u," he diverts quickly making you laugh.

"Mm, the letter u, huh?" He nods, even though there's no point in trying to cover up what he said, his words basically set in stone. "Well, I love the letter u, too."

You think you might've broken him because he doesn't move, and it doesn't even look like he's breathing, but he starts talking before your concern can fully set in. "Really?"

"Yes." Your voice doesn't falter, your dead serious, and you gasp when you're suddenly on your back, and he's hovering over you. His smile is as big as yours, both of your cheeks hurting.

"Say it again," he whispers, wanting to make sure he's not dreaming, and you bring your hands up, placing them on his face.

"I love you, Jean," you declare, and he surges down to kiss you deeply, his hands gripping your waist. You laugh into the kiss, Jean doing the same as he moves his hands to the sides of your neck, moving back in for another one.

"I love you." He's never meant it more than this moment, his heart feeling like it might explode.

"I love you." And you declare it just as strongly.

"So, Alyssa, is there anything in particular you wanna do for your birthday?" She's sitting at the island, finishing up her homework with Jean's help as you finish making dinner, and she replies with a shrug.

"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."

"You don't wanna have a party with your friends?" you ask, and she shakes her head vigorously.

"Absolutely not." You and Jean frown and you stop what you're doing to give her your undivided attention.

"Why not? Is something going on between you and your friends?"

"No," she starts. "They all think Jean is hot." You bring your hands up to your face, knowing that it's genuinely bothering her, but you can't help but laugh, barely stifling it, and Jean huffs as he looks away from her.

"Well, I guess that's a good enough reason." And you're able to compose yourself before you continue. "So, you don't have anything in mind?"

She shakes her head, and she turns to Jean when he talks to her. "You wanna go to an art exhibit?" he asks, and she looks at him with a frown.

"The only one that's in town is on my birthday, and I didn't get any tickets because they cost so much, and they're probably sold out anyway."

"Well, you can still go if you have tickets, right?" You can tell she's confused, and he pulls out two tickets from his pocket, sliding them over to her. Her eyes widen as she takes them in her hands, chuckling in disbelief as she looks back at Jean. "I thought you'd like to go, so I went ahead and got them in advance." Jean already told you about the tickets before he revealed them to Alyssa, which is why you asked her what she wanted to do for her birthday. Granted, neither of you expected to hear what her reasoning was.

"Surprise," he adds softly, chuckling behind the words, and she's practically vibrating in her seat, her reaction reminding you of Cole. She gets up, crashing into Jean to hug him before she runs towards her room, saying that she has to tell her friends, and you turn to Jean after she disappears.

"Just how much did those tickets cost?"

"If I told you, you would probably forbid me from buying her anything for about a year," he answers, and you raise your eyebrows. "They were a reasonable price, don't worry," he adds after, chuckling when you sigh in relief.

"Guess you made quite an impression at the dance," you tease, and he groans as he lets his head fall.

"Please don't start."

~

"Hey, kiddo, you ready?" Jean calls out into the hallway, passing by the bathroom to see Alyssa standing in front of the mirror.

"I don't feel like braiding my hair," she whines, and he grins, walking away, and Alyssa turns around the empty doorway, frowning when she sees him come back with a stool from the living room. He sets it down, tapping on the top, and she sits, confusion still set in her features.

He takes the comb out of her hand, detangling it carefully before putting some of the curling cream on his hands, making sure it's all in her hair before he starts braiding it. "How do you know how to braid?"

"Well, your Aunt Sasha forced me to learn so that I could do it whenever she had kids," he explains, making her laugh softly. She stays silent for the most part, only speaking up when Jean asks her if she wants a certain color hair tie at the end of the braids. "How's that?" he asks when he's done, and she turns her head side to side to look at it, smiling.

"It looks good."

"You sound surprised," he responds, and she laughs, sliding off the stool.

"I just wasn't expecting it." He laughs a little louder, wiping his hands off before grabbing the stool, and Alyssa follows behind him as he puts it back in his place.

"You two have fun, okay?" Alyssa nods, giving you a hug, feeling her excitement through the gesture even though she's trying to contain it. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom," she says, a little on the softer side, and you smile, knowing that that's just her way of saying it before she walks towards the door.

"And I love you," you say to Jean when he walks up, humming softly before he leans down to kiss you.

"I love you too."

"Thank you, Jean." You feel like you have to say, thanking him more than enough times than he thinks you should.

"Of course."

Alyssa's bouncing in her seat with excitement, Jean smiling as he drives, her movements growing as they get closer. She holds his hand as they walk in, being handed programs when they get inside, and he lets her take the lead, letting her guide him through the exhibit.

"This is so much cooler than I thought it would be," she admires, her eyes practically filled with stars as she looks around.

"This is your first one?"

She nods excitedly, not taking her attention off of the paintings. They stop at one that seems to catch her eye, and Jean looks at it curiosity because if there's a message behind it, he doesn't understand it. He looks at the title of the piece, only seeing the word "blank" and he starts to give up on getting the theme. "What is this supposed to mean?"

"When you don't know what to create, so you just see a wall of colors, and your mind is blank." He raises his eyebrows, looking at her.

"You got that from splashes of colors?"

"It isn't obvious?" she asks, her voice genuine, and Jean laughs softly.

"Maybe to an artist," he muses. They keep walking through the gallery, and Jean looks at her when she gasps, loud enough to startle him, but not enough to draw the attention of other people. "What's wrong?"

"She's here." Jean looks at where she's looking, and he curls his lips into his mouth, stifling a laugh. "Why is she here? Did you know she was gonna be here?"

"No, I didn't," he says with a fake frown. "Why don't you say something?"

She snaps her head towards him, looking at him like he's crazy. "What would I even say?"

"I'm a huge fan?" he tries, and she gives him an even crazier look.

"No, I can't say that. Isn't that weird?"

"Some people take it as a huge compliment," he informs. "Hey, don't stress about it too much, you'll be fine," he reassures when it looks like she might combust right there. She takes a hesitant sigh, but nods her head, taking the first step forward, Jean following.

The woman's looking around, like she's trying to find someone, and her face brightens when her eyes land on Alyssa. "Oh! You must be Alyssa!"

Alyssa's eyes widen as her face morphs into many emotions at once. "How do you know who I am?" she asks in utter disbelief.

"Turns out Jean's the owner of the company that's been helping me out lately, and he called me personally and asked if I could come." She turns to Jean, her face now filled with a soft surprised expression, and he gives her a soft smile as he shrugs.

"Happy Birthday, Alyssa," he says fondly, and she turns back to Alicia when she starts talking again.

"So, when he told me your birthday was today, I couldn't say no after he helped me out so much." Alyssa's back to vibrating again, her smile so big that her face is hurting, and she squeezes Jean's hand tighter in her excitement.

"I'm a huge fan," she blurts out, and Jean chuckles as Alicia raises her eyebrows.

"Really?!"

Alyssa nods quickly. "I've been following your art for three years now," she adds.

"Huh," she hums. "My art wasn't really good back then," she judges.

"You're the reason why I got into art. The piece you submitted for the exhibit in Europe is my favorite."

"Wow, I totally forgot about that one!" she gasps. "That was one of my first exhibits," she reminisces. "I was about your age when I first got into art."

"Do you think I'd be able to get anywhere?" she asks hesitantly, and Alicia waves her off.

"Of course, you will," she encourages. "There's no limit to creativity. Just keep at it, okay?" She nods quickly, taking her advice to heart.

"Is it okay if I get a picture with you?"

"Yeah, sure!" Alyssa tries not to bounce on her feet as she grabs her phone, handing it to Jean before she goes to stand next to Alicia. He takes a few pictures, and she takes the phone from him when he hands it to her, the biggest smile he's ever seen on her face.

"I gotta tell you, Alyssa, your dad is a great guy for doing this for you." Jean's about to tell her that that's not the case, but Alyssa stops him before he can speak, putting her hand back into his.

"Yeah, he is."

"And then, she said when I'm older, I can intern with her!" You've never heard Alyssa this loud, even when she's yelling at Cole, and this is definitely the happiest you've ever seen her in a long time.

"That's amazing, Alyssa. I'm so happy for you," you praise, and she shows you the pictures on her phone. You were surprised to see that girl in the picture doesn't even look close to your age, Alyssa telling her that graduated from college a couple of years ago. "Oh, I almost forgot!"

You slide off the stool, having Alyssa sit in your place before you place the candles one and four on the cake, lighting the candles before you carefully set it in front of her. Cole happily puts a party hat on her, and she doesn't even say anything, rolling her eyes instead. You all sing happy birthday softly (minus Cole), and when you tell her to make a wish, she screws her eyes shut, clasping her hand together before she blows out the candles.

You all cheer before you start to cut the cake, all of you eating it around the island. Jean isn't too surprised when Alyssa decides to head to bed a little early even though it's a Saturday, never seeing her with that much excitement. Alyssa's sitting on her bed in her pajamas, smiling at her phone when Jean walks in. "Did you have fun today?"

"Yeah, I did," she answers, setting the phone on her bed. "This was the best birthday ever." He laughs softly, nodding his head.

"I'm glad." She suddenly waves her hand towards her, and he frowns as he crouches down in front of her. He nearly falls over as his eyes widen when she crashes into him, her arms wrapped around him.

"Thanks, Dad," she whispers, and Jean freezes for a moment, before he smiles, wrapping an arm around her.

"You're welcome, Alyssa."

Chapter 15|Masterlist|Chapter 17

[kyean]

Chapter 15: Work In Progress

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2734

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Cole's surprised when Jean doesn't leave like he usually does, and he asks him about it. "I'm gonna be staying here for a while," he tells him. "Is that okay with you?"

Cole gasps loudly, happiness radiating from him. "Does this mean we can have sleepovers?!" Cole doesn't even give him time to respond, his excitement too great to contain. "Can we build a blanket fort?"

"As long as it's not a school night and you don't have a soccer game the next day," Jean bargains and Cole doesn't really hear his words, really only hearing a yes. Cole's excitement gets the best of him though, and Jean's barely started before he realizes Cole's fast asleep on the couch.

He huffs fondly, picking him carefully and carrying him to his room. Cole barely stirs, meeting Jean's mom and now having the knowledge that Jean's staying ultimately wiping him out. He closes the door before walking to your room, and you raise an eyebrow at him. "What happened to the blanket fort?"

Jean climbs into the bed next to you, laying down before pulling you into his chest. "He fell asleep before I could even get started." You laugh softly, shaking your head as you press yourself closer to him. "I swear if he gets too excited, he goes to sleep almost instantly." You yawn loudly, closing your eyes after. "Speaking of sleep," you start. "I'm pretty wore out myself." Jean hums as he agrees, pulling the blanket over you as he gets comfortable, letting his hand graze your skin under your shirt. "Goodnight, Jean."

He smiles widely, his face resting on your bonnet. "Goodnight, baby."

The first thing Jean starts to realize is he's moving, and as he starts to wake up, he hears a voice. He sighs quietly, turning to try and figure out what's moving him. He turns away from you, opening his eyes to see Alyssa standing on his side of the bed. "Alyssa? What's wrong?"

You stir as well, lifting your head up when you see her standing there. "There's a spider in the bathroom." He yawns, taking his arm from you as he starts to sit up. You let your head fall back down, sleeping coming back to you as Jean follows Alyssa out of the room.

"Alright, sweetie, where's the spider?" Jean says with a yawn, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, and he stops walking when Alyssa stops in front of him, turning around.

"There's no spider," she says, and he frowns at her.

"What?"

"We're supposed to be going to the café so that I can sketch out the designs," she explains and Jean sighs.

"What time is it?"

"Around four-thirty. I turned off Mom's alarm, so it should buy us some time." Jesus Christ, he never wakes up this early. "But we don't have much time," she presses.

"Okay, okay. Let's go." He quickly brushes his teeth before he goes into the living room, slipping on his jacket and his shoes, grabbing his keys and his wallet. The chill air a very rude awakening when he walks outside, making him wish that he had put on some thicker pants. He yawns again as he pulls out the driveway, and when they get to the café, he's surprised to see Ymir, and she lets them in.

He sits down in one of the booths, resting his face on his palm. He blinks sleepily, and he clears out the blur in his vision when he sees Ymir walking towards him. "You look like you need this," she says, setting a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Thank you," he grunts. He puts the cream and sugar in the drink before taking a swig as he watches Ymir keep an eye on Alyssa as she sketches her designs, currently standing on a ladder to get to the parts of the wall she can't reach. He dozes off constantly, until he finally gives in to sleep, laying his head on the table.

He doesn't know how long he's sleeping, and he wakes up with a quiet groan when he feels someone shaking his shoulder. He blinks a few times, Alyssa clearing in his vision. "I'm all done. We have to hurry before Mom gets here." He sluggishly slides out of the booth, and he turns to the wall, noticing that he can't see anything. "Mom can't see the sketches or else it'll ruin the surprise."

He needs sleep. He's nowhere near coherent enough for conversation, and Ymir gives him another cup of coffee that he's grateful for as they leave the café. "I got most of it done, but I don't have any supplies to see what it would look like when it's fully painted."

"Well, let me get some sleep, and we'll go back out and get what you need," Jean says, and she responds with a nod. They get back home, quietly making their way into the house, and Jean sees that it's past the time your alarm was supposed to wake you, and he doesn't know how you do it every day.

He slides back into the bed, and you stir, your eyes peeling open and suddenly widening when you see the sun starting to peek through the blinds. "What time is it?" you gasp, turning to your clock to see what time it is.

"Ymir's already there, and she's covering for you until you get there," Jean informs you, and you sigh heavily as you yawn.

"How do you know that?"

"I saw that you had slept through your alarm when I went to the bathroom, so I texted Ymir and told her you might be a bit late." He and Alyssa already came up with a story in the car, more than one actually, just in case they ran into you on their way back into the house.

You rub a hand over your head and down your neck before turning to him. "Did you get the spider?"

"Oh, yeah. It was just a tiny one."

"I'm glad you're here because I don't do spiders," you joke, and he chuckles softly.

"You're welcome." You slide out of bed, making your way towards the bathroom, and Jean can already feel his eyes starting to drift closed. He can hear you rustling around in the room, but he doesn't move, only doing so when he hears your footsteps stop by the bed. "Leaving?" he whispers when he turns over, opening his eyes, and you nod, laughing softly at his sleepy state before you lean down to plant your lips on his. "Have a good day," he slurs.

You huff as you rub your hand up his forehead. "I'll see you later." He nods again, his eyes starting to slip closed, and the last thing he hears is the bedroom door closing.

He still feels like he didn't get enough sleep when Alyssa wakes him up about four hours later, still groggy as he gets out of the bed. Cole comes to him saying that he's hanging out with Jonas for the day, and he walks him out to watch him run down the street to his house before going back inside to shower.

He fixes breakfast to the best of his (lack of a better word) cooking abilities for him and Alyssa before they head to the nearest art supply store. He lets her get whatever she needs, the cart pretty full as he pushes it around, Alyssa taking the lead. "You can't find one you like?" he asks when Alyssa's looking at the easels, noticing that she's been standing there for a while.

"I saw one online that had a drawer on it, but none of these have it," she points out.

"Well, we can go to another one if you want, see if you can find it." She shakes her head, turning to him as she puts the brushes she was holding in her hand in the cart.

"No, that's okay. It's no big deal." She drops it at that, having everything that she needs, and they make their way to the register. She gets to work as soon as they get home, and Jean realizes this is one of the first times he's not working on a Saturday. He's not supposed to, but over the years, he's started working overtime as a way to distract himself from the fact that he didn't have anyone to go home to.

He hated that his house was so empty, so quiet, so he decided to work to try and ignore, which helped for the most part at first, but as the months went on, it just made him feel even worse. But now, that's not the case anymore, and he can't help but smile to himself, finding that this is the happiest he's been in a long time.

He goes to check on Alyssa, knocking on the door and walking in to find the whole floor covered in paper and Alyssa with paint all over her hands. She updates him on what she's done so far, using the wall as a makeshift easel. "It looks amazing. She'll definitely love it." She smiles widely, talking to him some more before she dives back into her work, and Cole comes back home a couple of hours later, and Jean takes the dangerous leap at making dinner.

It shouldn't be too hard, right? He's done it before, he can do it again. He repeats that in his head, trying to give himself some confidence, but it doesn't do a very good job. He finds a recipe book on the bookshelf in the living room, and he finds something that should be remotely easy, and he sees that he has all of the ingredients, so he gets to work.

The kitchen is a mess, and that's putting it lightly, and he's sweating like he just got done working out, but he finishes it. He tries it, and thank goodness, it actually doesn't taste that bad. He calls the kids into the kitchen, making them a plate as they all eat at the island. "Does it taste okay?" he asks, worried that they might not like it, and Cole nods quickly.

"It's almost as good as Mom's!" Jean chuckles, but he's happy, taking that as a huge compliment.

"It's really good," Alyssa praises, and he internally releases a sigh of relief. He finishes his plate a little early, tackling the disaster in the kitchen, hearing the front door open and close as he finishes with the dishes.

The kids are in their rooms, and you make a b-line for the kitchen, Jean's arms already open for you, and he feels you melt against him when he kisses you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Did you cook dinner?" you tease, and he sighs as he glances at the dishes.

"Surprisingly, yes. Thought it might take me out in the middle of it." You laugh heartily, reaching around him to grab a fork, trying what he made. "Is it good?"

"Of course, it is. I knew it was going to be before I even tried it," you answer. "But I actually can't even begin to eat anymore. I had to try most of the new recipes I made today, and I feel like I might explode."

He chuckles softly, pausing for a second before he says something. "Is it really good?" he repeats, and you nod eagerly.

"Yes, Jean, it is. You may not believe it, but you can cook," you reassure. "If you think about it, it's not that hard. And before you know it, you'll be as good as me one day."

"Well, Cole did say it was almost as good as yours," he gloats, and you giggle between the two of you before he kisses you again, softer but firmer than the first one. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I can tell," you jest after he leans in for another one.

"I think sleeping in the same bed as you is making it worse," he teases, and you raise your eyebrows, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

"Oh? Well, what are we gonna do about that?" you question, and he gives you the most loving smile.

"Absolutely nothing."

When you get home, Jean's nowhere to be found, the house quiet since the kids are at school. You remember him telling you that he wasn't working today, so you don't know what he could be doing, but before you can question it, your kids are walking through the door.

You greet them, looking out the door to see Jean's car in the driveway, and then you see him carrying something. The kids make their way to their rooms after they take their shoes off, and you walk to the door to see he's holding an easel. "What's this?"

He looks up at you, focused on the easel to make sure he doesn't ruin it, and you step to the side to let him in, his movement careful so he doesn't get caught in the doorway. "Alyssa wanted an easel, but couldn't find one she liked, so I built one." Shock is on your face as you close the door, your eyes on Jean.

"You built one?"

"Yeah," he says plainly with a shrug. "Saved me like thirty bucks." He starts taking it towards her room as you scoff softly before following him. Alyssa's just as surprised as you, and he sets it up where she wants it. "I even added a drawer," he adds. "You can see if it's big enough for your liking."

She pulls it out, her eyes roaming over the whole thing. She had gotten three canvases when they went to the store, so she sets one of them up there, smiling at the way it looks. She jumps into him, thanking him as she starts to excitedly fill the drawer with what she can fit, a decent amount of supplies being able to go in there.

"Where'd you get all of that from?" you ask with a frown, noticing that her collection has grown.

"Jean took me to the art store yesterday," she says off-handedly, and you look his way, and he just shrugs.

"Oh, there's more stuff in the car." Your mouth falls open as you watch him walk out of her room, but Alyssa's not even paying attention, already messing with her paints. He comes back, rolling in a cart, and you just stand there in surprise. "I made this so all of your stuff isn't on the floor, and I added wheels to make it more convenient," he explains, and then he lifts up one more thing.

"And I also made you a palette," he reveals, handing it to Alyssa. "I saw you looking at them in the store, but you never picked one up."

"You made all of this?" she asks.

"Yeah, it didn't take me long," he says easily, and then he helps her put all of her things in the cart, organizing it the way she wants it. Alyssa thanks him again, excited to get started on painting now that she has some new stuff.

"Are there any more secrets that I should know about?" you quip as you walk out of Alyssa's room, but you're more on the serious side if you're being honest.

"My dad worked a lot, so I built a lot of what my mom wanted, but I figured out that I liked doing it," he explains simply. "And Alyssa loves art, so I want to give her everything she needs to do it."

You shake your head before you let it fall on his chest. "Sometimes, I swear you're too good for me."

"It feels the other way around for me." You look up at him, a smile on your face along with a playful questioning in your eyebrows. "If anyone is too good for anyone, it's you to me."

Because you gave him something he thought he would never get or never have. Just when he thought it was over for him, he met you, and he's hasn't looked back since.

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, pressing his lips to yours, wanting to wait for the right moment before he tells you. And he hopes that he's around long enough for that day to come.

Chapter 14|Masterlist|Chapter 16

[kyean]

Chapter 14: Jeanie

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: suggestiveness (lmfao i couldn’t help myself), a lot of fluffy moments LMFAO, jean’s mom embarrassing him and reader lol

Word Count: 2663

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Of course, Cole's up and out of bed when you walk into his room, buzzing with excitement, and bolts out of the room when you tell him Jean's already here. You take a small part of your lip in between your teeth when you see the shorts that hug his thighs, pulling him in by the pockets. "It sucks that I can't come, all the moms will get to see how hot you look," you pout.

He responds to your words with a smirk, his hand resting on your neck, his thumb under your chin. "Well, it sucks for them because I'm all yours."

You hum, pride swelling in your chest before he pulls you in, giving you a deep kiss before Cole comes back, satisfied that he's left you flustered. He gives you another quick peck before letting Cole drag him out the door.

When he gets to the field, he meets up with Erwin as Cole runs to talk to Jonas, both of them claiming that Jean is going to be better than Erwin and vice versa. "I have a feeling your skills are superior to mine," Jean jokes, and Erwin shrugs as he waves him off.

"I played in college, but it's been a while since then," he tells him. "And we'll be on the same team anyway, so Cole and Jonas will have to find something else to compete about," he adds with a laugh.

The parents are given jerseys that match the color of the team that their child is on before each team starts to warm up on their sides of the field. Cole explains to him the basics, and Jean listens intently even though he already knows the rules, Connie explaining the whole game to him since he played in college.

The game isn't even that serious when it starts, everyone having too much fun to worry about playing with strict rules. Jean's grateful that he works out, or else his stamina would've crashed in the first five minutes of running up and down the field. Cole and Jonas both take turns trying to one up the other, the friendly competition between them as well.

The game with the adults doesn't last long, the kids wanting to keep playing even after playing a couple of them, so the parents all collectively agree to opt out and let the kids keep playing. Jean groans as he sits down on the grass on the sideline before stretching out his burning legs. "You're better than you led on," Erwin says, sitting down next to him.

"My body is not saying that at all," he sighs. "But you should be saying the same about yourself. You played like you were doing it just yesterday."

"Jonas always wants to practice even when he's not here," he says. "So, you could say I've never really stopped playing."

Their conversation continues as they watch the kids play, the practice staying light, mostly for the kids to get some playing time and reps in. Most of the parents have to practically drag their kids away from the field, and Cole and Jonas are riding on Jean and Erwin's shoulders as they walk to their cars.

"I know my dad can do more push-ups than your dad," Jonas argues, and Cole scoffs.

"No way. My dad can do push-ups for hours," he gloats. Erwin laughs, but it seems like Jean's world slows down as he walks, hearing Cole's words in his ears like it's passing through them in slow motion. He snaps out of it a moment later, tuning back into the conversation.

~

You hear car doors shut, but after a while, no one comes through the door, so you walk outside, hearing chanting when you take the first step outside. You walk into the front yard, seeing Jean and Erwin facing each other as Cole and Jonas stand next to them, and you realize that they're both doing push-ups.

Your mouth falls open in confusion at the scene in front of you as you walk closer. "What is going on here?"

"We're seeing who can do the most push-ups!" Cole shouts, quickly turning back to the men, both of the boys counting up as they do a push-up. Jean and Erwin suddenly share a look, and the next thing you know, they're flopping onto the ground at the same time.

You all stifle a laugh as Cole and Jonas look on in horror. "What happened?!" Jonas gasps and Jean and Erwin sit up on their knees.

"We got tired. We played a lot of soccer today," Erwin replies, and both of the boys shake their heads.

"Unbelievable," Cole mutters, and they both laugh, finally standing.

"Guess, we'll have to try again next time," Jean tries, but both of the boys see through their act, and Erwin moves towards his son, guiding him down the street after saying his goodbyes, and Jean and Cole follow you into the house.

Cole walks towards the bathroom, already knowing that you're going to tell him to get in the shower, and you follow Jean into your room. He strips his shirt off as soon as he walks in before facing you, but your eyes are only on his glistening chest. "You wanna join me? There's room for two," he teases, and you hum, tilting your head to the side as he pulls you into him by your elbow.

"I would, but it would probably make the kids suspicious if we're both nowhere to be found," you say, sighing in want.

"Guess you have a point," he says, leaning down, his face barely an inch from yours. "'S a shame though." He plants his lips on yours, moving his hand to partially wrap around your neck as he deepens the kiss, turning it downright sloppy when his tongue explores your mouth.

He slaps your ass lightly as he pulls away, smirking when you chase after him, and you watch as he walks into the bathroom, your body warm all over.

You're sitting against the headboard when Jean walks out, steam coming out behind him with a towel wrapped around his waist as he towel dries his hair. "I was thinking," you start, and he gets on the bed, putting his legs on either side of you as his hands rest by your sides before he meets your lips.

"Mmh, about what?" he whispers when he pulls away, his voice dropping an octave.

"Don't distract me," you scold, and he smiles at you as you continue. "You could just stay here, you know? You don't always have to go home."

He raises an eyebrow at you, a teasing expression on his face. "You miss me that much, huh?"

You push at his shoulder lightly as you both laugh softly. "I just feel bad because I feel like you're wasting so much gas."

"Sure," he drawls, and he cuts off your laugh with his lips, speaking up again when he pulls away, his lips still hovering close to yours. "You can come with me some time this week and help me get some stuff."

You both will admit that your beds definitely feel cold at night when it's just the two of you, and getting the opportunity to wake up next to you is something that Jean will not skip out on.

~

"It's surprisingly you." It's the first thing you say when he leads you into the house, and he huffs as he glances at you over his shoulder.

"I take that as a good thing?"

"Of course, it is. Your interior decorating skills are superb," you jest, making him laugh, and you look at all of the pictures he has set up, some with Eren, Connie, and some other people you haven't met that you assume are his friends. You notice a picture of him standing with a woman, instantly thinking that it's his mother, features of her evident in his face now that you're looking at him standing next to her.

He guides you into his room, and he slides out a medium-sized duffle bag, mostly packing clothes and toiletries for now, and you fall down onto his bed. "Yours feel better than mine," you comment, rubbing your hand over the grey sheets, and he's hovering over you, his hands resting by your head.

"You wanna try it out?" he asks, the low volume and tone of his voice making heat pool between your legs.

"Was this just a ploy to get me in your bed, Jean?" you question, your arms wrapping around his neck as he guides you further up the bed, his knees dipping the mattress around you.

"You could call it more of a plus," he muses, and you giggle softly before pulling him to your lips. He lets his weight fall onto you softly, but you don't mind, and after you exchange a few deep kisses, he lifts up to slip your shirt over your head, his soon following as packing is forgotten.

He starts kissing down your neck, making you release a pleased noise, but you're suddenly ripped away from each other when the door opens. "Are you in here sleeping again--"

Jean practically flies off of you, grabbing your shirt and moving it to cover your torso, and he groans as he turns to see who's barging in. "Mom," he starts, and he quickly grabs his shirt, urgently rushing her out of the room. "What are you doing here?" he asks, slipping his shirt back on, pushing his mother until she's in the living room.

"I was just checking in on you," she defends. "It's a good thing I have your house key."

"That key is for emergencies only," he emphasizes, and she puts her hands on her hips.

"I haven't seen your face in who knows how long, and I want to meet the woman who's making you sound like a man in love when we talk over the phone." He sighs as the realization hits him, rubbing a hand over his head before glancing towards his room.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I've just been really busy lately," he apologizes, opting to ignore his feelings for now. You walk into the room a few seconds later, your hand on your arm, a nervous smile on your face.

You tell her your name, and she rests her hands on your arms, a big smile on her face. "It's so nice to finally meet that girl that has my Jeanie gushing over the phone." You curl your lips into your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh at his name, and Jean sighs as he lets his head fall down. "You are just gorgeous, no wonder he's so smitten with you!" she beams, resting a hand on your cheek.

"Mom, stop. You're embarrassing her," Jean says, and she waves him off.

"Nonsense. You've barely told me anything about the girl of your dreams, and I had to meet her like this." You chuckle quietly, and you don't think you've ever seen Jean as red as he is now. But you're no better, your face extremely warm. She guides you to sit down on the couch, flooding you with a bunch of questions, and Jean can only watch helplessly, having no way to save you.

He keeps his ear on the conversation as he fixes a couple of glasses of water for you and his mom, and he finds himself smiling, happiness beaming inside him at the fact that his mom is so fond of you. He sets the glasses down on the coffee table, and he freezes in horror when he sees that you're now looking through a photo album, and he shakes his head silently.

You have a hand over your mouth, amused as you look through all of the photos of younger Jean, and he wonders how much longer this torture is going to last. You're scrolling through your phone, and a picture of Cole and Alyssa catches her eye, and you stop on the picture, tilting your phone so she can see it. "These are my kids, Alyssa and Cole."

"Oh, they're just beautiful," she exclaims softly, and you smile widely, showing her even more pictures. "You know, Jeanie doesn't tell me anything anymore," she starts. "He's always taken time to open up, and--"

"I am right here."

"Yes, I'm aware," she says, turning to him. "And you need to hear this too."

He rolls his eyes. "Mom, we were in the middle of something, so--"

"Giving me some grandchildren, I hope," she counters quickly, and the air in the room takes an awkward turn, and Jean never wished so hard that a hole would come and swallow him.

"You can come meet them if you'd like," you start after an awkward chuckle. "They get out of school in a few hours, I can text you my address."

She gasps happily as she agrees, standing quickly, and you follow her, giving you a hug that could be considered just shy of bone-crushing, and Jean walks her to the door. "I expect to see your face more often," she orders.

"Yes, ma'am." She gives him a hug, giving you one last goodbye before walking out of the door.

Jean sighs after he watches her leave, rubbing a hand over his face, turning to you when he hears your footsteps getting closer. "Jeanie, huh?" you begin cheekily.

"I knew you'd say something about that," he sighs, defeated. "I'm sorry about her, she's always been like that."

"Seriously, it's no big deal. I really like her." He gives you a small smile. "My mom would probably do the same thing to you," you add.

"When did she give you her number?" he asks, remembering what you said.

"When you went to go get the water," you answer, and Jean shakes his head in defeat. "Don't worry about it. The kids'll love her."

Jean's mom stops by a couple of hours after the kids get home, and Alyssa and Cole are sitting on the couch, curious looks on their faces when she comes into view. "Kids, this is my mom."

"You can just call me Grandma," she beams, and they scoot over on the couch to let her sit in between them. You and Jean have big smiles on your faces as he moves to stand next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

The conversation goes in every direction, Alyssa and Cole engaged as she tells them about all kinds of things, both of them smiling widely as they listen. Cole and Alyssa happily tell her everything Jean's done for and with them, and she's just as engaged.

You chuckle softly, and when you turn to Jean, he has this look on his face. You nudge him softly with your elbow, and he looks down at you. "What's wrong?" you whisper softly, and he sighs, opening his mouth but he doesn't speak right away.

"Cole called me dad the other day." You raise your eyebrows in surprise, glancing at your son, and Jean speaks again. "I don't really think he meant too much by it because he was talking to Jonas."

"Are you okay with him calling you that?" you ask cautiously.

"I'm more than okay with that. It makes me really happy," he admits, his love towards the kids and towards you growing stronger towards the second. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, yeah it is." And, fuck you're going to cry again. He cups your face with his hand, using his thumb to rub over your face. You both turn your attention back to the kids when Cole speaks up.

"Can Grandma stay for dinner?!" You and Jean both laugh, his question making both of your hearts swell.

"Of course, she can." Cole's ecstatic, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the dining table, Alyssa right next to her as you and Jean watch fondly.

Chapter 13|Masterlist|Chapter 15

[kyean]

Chapter 13: School Dance

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none, a little bit of angst on Alyssa’s part

Word Count: 3040

A/N: This is literally one of my favorite chapters lmao

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"Aha! I told you it was gonna happen!" You groan at the loud voice and the sound of your door slamming against the wall, but you don't move, nuzzling your head further into your pillow.

"Where are my kids, Hitch?" you say, keeping your eyes closed.

"In the car. Rattled off some excuse about making sure you were home before they came in." Jean barely notices, sighing heavily as he tightens his arm around your waist.

"Get out," you order, knowing something smart is about to come out of Hitch's mouth, but you know it's not enough to stop it from coming.

"Looks like you two had fun," she jokes. "So, I was right about the dress."

You quickly chuck your pillow at her, hitting her with great accuracy even though your eyes are barely open, and you hear her cackle as she walks out the room, closing the door behind her. You feel Jean stir behind you, and you turn around, already seeing his eyes are open, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Mornin'," he greets, the raspiness of his voice making you shudder slightly.

"Morning," you echo, giggling quietly, and he moves in to kiss you once softly, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, as he pulls away.

"Was last night okay?" he asks, his smile widening when yours does.

"It was more than okay," you respond, throwing an arm over his shoulder, your hand finding purchase in the hair at the base of his neck. "Amazing would be putting it lightly," you egg on.

"Yeah?" he prompts, giving your thigh a soft, tight squeeze, and you nod as you move further into his body heat.

You hum out a response, and he can't help but meet your lips again. "It was worth the wait," you admit against him, and he pulls away, an even bigger smile on his face.

"Yes, it was."

You're currently home from work, trying out a new recipe for dinner. You try a little bit of the sauce you made, realizing that there's something missing, and you look through your spices as you try to figure it out.

"Hey, Mom?" It's Alyssa, and you look at her for a split second before turning back to the pan.

"Yeah, what's up, sweetie?" She takes a second to respond, but you don't question it, picking up one of the spices before sprinkling some in.

"Are you and Jean, like dating? Now?" She asks the question right as you put the sauce in your mouth, and you choke at the question. You cough loudly, waving off your daughter's sudden concern. Funny that's she's asking this question at this exact moment.

"Why," you clear your throat, "Why do you ask?" you finish after clearing your system.

"I just wanted to know."

"Yeah, you could say that," you answer. "Is that okay with you?" you quip, focusing all of your attention on her as you turn her way.

"Yeah, he seems like a good one," she says after she nods, and you laugh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Really? You've become quite intuitive, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have," she declares confidently, and you smile big, love witnessing these moments with your daughter. "Also, can I borrow your phone?"

You frown slightly in curiosity. "What for?"

"I wanted to call Aunt Sasha since I haven't talked to her in a while, and my phone is dead." You grab your phone off the counter, unlocking it before handing it to her. She thanks you, and you turn back to your cooking as she walks out of the kitchen.

Alyssa walks into the hallway, checking to make sure you're not coming before pulling up your contacts list. She scrolls until she finds it, tapping on the number. She holds it to her ear, surprised that it's picked up in the middle of the first ring.

"Well, this is a surprise." Alyssa laughs softly before speaking.

"Jean! It's me, Alyssa," she tells him, and she hears him clear his throat.

"Alyssa, what are you doing with your mom's phone?"

"I wanted to ask if you could help me with something."

"Sure, what do you need?" he asks, and she checks around the hallway again before she answers.

"Mom's birthday is coming up in a couple of months, and I wanted to do something for her, but I need your help."

"What do you have in mind?"

She tells him her plan, and he agrees to help her as they figure out the basics, and how they'll be able to pull this off without you finding out. "Do you think she'll like it?" Alyssa asks him cautiously.

"She'll love it. There's no doubt about it," Jean says, and she smiles softly.

"Thanks, Jean."

"Yeah, of course." She hangs up the phone, checking the coast is clear again before she walks back into the kitchen.

"Did she answer?" you ask when Alyssa hands you the phone.

"Yeah, she said I could come and see the baby if I wanted to." She tries to make her lie sound as believable as she can, and she's relieved when you nod and don't ask about anything else.

~

Jean stops by the house after he gets off work, and he finds Alyssa sitting at the island. He sits next to her, and she smiles excitedly before looking around into the hallway. "These are some of the designs I came up with," she whispers, sliding out a handful of sketches and passing them to Jean. "I want to put the one with the animals in it on the wall that's on the right when you walk in," she explains, pointing to which one she's talking about.

"And I want to put the flowers on the wall on the left, and have vines snaking throughout on the windows." He looks over them, listening to her intently as he nods. "I need to work out the color scheme. I don't know what colors to do yet."

He passes them back to her, and she checks the hallway again before she speaks again. "I would love to actually paint out on a small canvas, the paper not really showing me how I want it to be."

"Well, we can go to an art supply store or something," Jean offers. "And get you whatever you need." Her smile widens but it disappears when her phone buzzes. She picks it up, and her demeanor instantly changes when she reads the text, setting the phone back down.

"Is something wrong?" He can't help but ask, the Alyssa that he was looking at two seconds ago completely gone.

She picks at the corner of the folder that's holding the drawing, chewing on her lip before she answers. "My friends are talking about the father-daughter dance on Saturday." He sighs quietly as she shrugs. "It's stupid anyway."

Jean's eyes dart over her face before he says anything. "Well, would it be stupid if I said I'd go with you?"

She turns her head to him quickly, her eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a little bit of hope behind it. "Really?"

"Yeah," he says with a shrug. "Haven't danced in a while, so my moves are a bit rusty, but it'll be fun." She gives him the biggest smile he's ever seen, her body no longer slouching before she suddenly turns to face the hallway.

"Mom!!" Jean jolts in surprise, and you come running in, looking frantic.

"What?! What?! Are you okay?!"

"I need a dress for the dance this Saturday," she informs, and you compose yourself before you answer.

"I thought you didn't wanna go?"

"I changed my mind. Can we go to the mall right now? I'll get dressed." Your mouth moves, but nothing comes out as Alyssa runs past you and towards her room.

"What did you say to her?" you ask, curiosity on your tongue as you walk towards him, and he opens himself towards you, slipping his hands on your waist to pull you closer to him.

"I just told her that I'd go to the dance with her." You give him a soft smile, your hands resting on his shoulders. "I didn't know she'd give you a heart attack though," he laughs, and you shake your head fondly as you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, it's not normal for her to have outbursts like that," you admit, running a hand over your face. Alyssa comes back in, grabbing your hand, and nearly yanking you to the floor as you're caught off guard, and you catch before you bust your ass.

You get yourself together, slipping on your shoes, grabbing your keys and wallet, Alyssa already out the door.

"Are you sure you want to wear the leggings?" Alyssa looking at herself in the mirror, and you're sitting at her desk, your legs crossed as you face her.

"I feel better with the leggings," she says, and you hold your hands up.

"Okay, whatever you want." Alyssa had spent a ton of time, looking at dresses, trying them on, nearly till closing, but she found the one that she liked much to your relief. She had already done her hair, deciding to leave it down, and you help her slip a blue bow in her hair, matching her dress. You scoff quietly when she keeps telling you to readjust it until she finally thinks it's perfect.

She slips on her shoes, grabbing her phone and slipping it into one of the pockets that's on the dress--one of the things that caused her to pick it. Meanwhile, Jean is sitting on the couch, waiting for Alyssa as he talks to Cole.

"Why do you smell like that?" he asks, his nose twitching a little.

"Because I'm going somewhere nice," he tells him plainly.

"Does it make people like you or something?" Jean huffs softly as he shrugs.

"Sometimes. Certain smells can gear people towards you." Cole studies his answer, and Jean raises an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Nothing," he answers, shaking his head.

You and Alyssa walk into the living room and Jean stands. He had texted you while you were out, telling you to send him the color of her dress, and you find yourself becoming emotional when you see that his tie and handkerchief are the exact same color.

"Do you like it?" Alyssa asks nervously, fiddling with the dress.

"You look amazing. You'll be the prettiest one there," he compliments, shutting down her insecurities as she smiles, and he takes his hands from behind his back, neither of you noticing that they were placed there.

Alyssa chuckles softly when she sees what's in his hand. "I'm not going to the prom," she jabs, and he gets down on one knee as he takes the corsage out of the box with a shrug.

"It's a special occasion." She lifts her hand up so that Jean can slip it on her wrist, and you can't remember the last time you had such a hard time holding back tears. He stands as Alyssa looks over it, that smile never leaving her face. "You ready to go?"

She nods before turning to you, giving you a hug, and you brush down her hair when she pulls away. "Have fun, okay?" you tell her, and she nods again, this time showing more excitement. Jean walks up to you, planting a soft kiss on your lips before he walks with Alyssa to the door.

You and Cole follow, walking them out, and you both wave at them, watching the car disappear down the street.

~

Jean can sense Alyssa's nervousness from the passenger seat as he drives to the school, wringing her hands in her lap. It seems to increase when he parks before they start towards the school. He nudges her arm, holding his hand out, and she gives him a small smile, sliding her hand into his.

"You'll be fine," he reassures softly, squeezing her hand lightly, and she relaxes a little bit, but she's still tense. She guides him to the gym where the dance is being held, the music audible as they walk through the quiet hallway. The gym is semi-dark, lights from the disco ball and the DJ giving the place a dark hue of different colors.

They walk in, and Alyssa turns her head when she hears her friend call her name, and Jean urges her to go, letting go of her hand before she runs off. He makes his way over to the table of food and drinks, pouring himself a cup of water. He manages to strike up conversations with some of the parents that were at Cole's soccer game that you introduce him to when a new voice tears his attention away.

"Nice to see you again, Jean." Jean returns the smile that Erwin gives him, shaking his hand when he holds it out.

"Same here," he returns before pointing towards the dance floor of kids. "I told Alyssa I'd go with her if she wanted to come tonight," he explains, and Erwin nods his head.

"Pretty sure that made her week," he admits, and both of them exchange a small huff before Erwin tells him that he's just a chaperone for the dance. They both spend most of the time on the sides talking, Jean finding Alyssa in the crowd with her friends every now and then.

The music suddenly changes, and Jean sees some of the men head towards the dancefloor to join their daughters, and Jean sees Alyssa walking up to him. "You tired out already?"

"I don't really know how to dance," she tells him, her voice quiet but loud enough for Jean to hear her over the music.

"That doesn't matter at all," he reasons, and she gives him a confused look before setting his empty cup on the table. She takes his hand when he holds it out, and he walks them to the dancefloor. "You can stand on my feet, and I'll do all of the dancing."

"Wouldn't that hurt?" she asks, frowning deeply.

"Won't feel a thing," he assures after shaking his head. She chews on her lip as she looks down, carefully stepping on his shoes before sliding her other hand into his. He starts moving, just slowly spinning around in a circle, and Alyssa starts to smile again. "See? It's like you're a natural."

Alyssa giggles quietly, looking down at her feet on top of Jean's before meeting his eyes, her's bright. He has her step off of his feet after a while to spin her around, his heart swelling when he hears her laugh heartily before moving onto his feet again.

"Are you having fun?" She nods quickly before sliding her hands out of his, wrapping her arms around him, and resting her head on him. And he does the same, wrapping his arms around his as he continues to spin in a circle.

You're sitting on the couch, Cole wanting you to watch him play a new video game that you bought him when your phone pings with a text.

Erwin > Figured you would like this

Your eyebrows furrow when you read the text on your lock screen, tapping on the notification and unlocking it to see he sent you a video. You click on it, and your face falls when you see that it's Jean dancing with Alyssa, seeing your daughter on his feet before he spins her around, and you swear you can hear her laugh through the phone.

The tears come before you know it, and you quickly wipe them away even though they keep coming. "What's wrong, Mom?"

You smile as you huff, shaking your head as you wipe the tears off on your shorts. "Nothing, baby, I'm fine. I promise." He eyes you for a second before turning back to the TV, and you send Erwin a thank you as you save the video. The door opens about a couple of minutes later, and Jean walks in, Alyssa on his back, her cheek mushed against his shoulder as she sleeps.

He closes the door softly with his foot, turning to you when you walk up to him. "She said her feet were hurting, but I guess all of the excitement wore her out."

You nod in understanding, following him to Alyssa's room, and she stirs when he sits down on the bed, letting her slide off. She lays down, her eyes still droopy with sleep. "Did you have fun?" you ask, and she smiles, her head nodding as fast as it can.

"I had the best time in the world," she muses. "Thank you, Jean," she says softly.

"Of course. I'm glad you had fun," he says. You both walk out of her room as you remind her to change out of her dress before she falls asleep, and Cole runs up to Jean when they walk back into the living room.

"Jean, Jean, Jean!" Joy is evident in his voice as he bounces on his feet. "If you come to practice next week, then you can play soccer with me!"

"I don't know about soccer. Wasn't something I was so good at," he teases, and Cole's mouth opens in slight disappointment.

"But I already told Jonas' that you would be better at it than his dad." You and Jean laugh beside yourselves, and Jean nods, giving in anyway.

"I'll brush up on my soccer skills," he responds, and Cole jumps happily, and he isn't even highly upset when Jean announces that he has to leave.

"I can't thank you enough for doing that for Alyssa," you say when you both get to his car, and he steps towards you.

"I just didn't want to see her upset. I'll do anything to make them happy." Your hands rest on his face as you fight tears again before kissing him gently.

"You really are something else," you breathe, and you feel him smile against your lips.

"Yes, keep going," he jokes making you both laugh, and he leans in for another kiss before stepping into his car before watching him drive away, the smile you're wearing on your face never leaving for the rest of the night.

Chapter 12|Masterlist|Chapter 14

[kyean]

Chapter 12: Date Night

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut: fingering (f), titty sucking, oral (f), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, breeding kink lmfao

Word Count: 4992

A/N: It is here LMFAO, the moment we’ve been waiting for

Masterlist

"Hitch, you really don't have to do this," you say once you let her in.

"I said I'd be here. And I can't believe you used your kids as an excuse when I have been here the whole time to watch them." You let out an audible huff, following Hitch to the hallway where the kids' rooms are, and she swings the door open to both rooms. "Alright, kids, it's time to rise and shine!" she yells, and Cole groans, rolling over, Alyssa doing the same but silently. "You kids sleep like you have a job."

She moves into Cole's room first, shaking him lightly causing him to push her hands away. "I got ice cream," she tries, and Cole peels his eyes open.

"Really?"

"Not right now, but I could get you some," she responds. "You and sister are staying with me for the weekend."

He wakes up a little more, sitting up as Hitch backs away from him. "Why?"

She frowns as she holds her hand out. "You don't wanna stay with your Aunt?" she asks. "I'm giving your mom a break."

"Can I get two scoops of ice cream?" he questions.

"If you get dressed right now, I'll make it two and a half." He quickly gets out of bed, rushing to the bathroom.

"Why are you always bribing my kids?" you ask, amused, and she just gives you a lazy shrug.

"Makes things easier. And knowing him, he probably won't remember until tonight." You help get his clothes together as Alyssa gets in the shower, noticing that your son always forgets essentials like clothes whenever he packs, too excited about bringing his books. When all of their stuff is packed, Hitch carries their bags as they walk to the car.

"Call me when you're deciding what to wear," she says before walking to her car, grunting as she adjusts their bags on her shoulder. "Jeez, you guys, you pack the whole house?"

She tries to set them down carefully, sighing heavily before closing the door. She walks to the driver's door, sending you a wink before getting in the car. You shake your head as you watch her back out of the driveway and down the street.

~

"You're not supposed to be here," Ymir states, her arms folded over her chest. "You're supposed to be getting ready for a date."

"Is there anything that Hitch doesn't tell you?"

"Well, after we both came to a mutual agreement that you work too much and never put yourself first, we work to make sure that you're not doing anything to change that."

You give her a look as you walk behind the counter, slipping on an apron. "It's not happening until this evening anyway, and I need something to do."

You couldn't just sit there and wait for the time to go by, and it's been a while since you've been on an actual date. You can't even remember the last time you've felt this excited about going on one, and you busy yourself in your cooking, taking your mind off of it for the time being.

"What's with all the food? Niccolo sent to you to get all of this?"

"No, Connie. I'm cooking tonight," Jean sighs, wishing that Connie would've stayed at work, and Jean's convinced he loves to mess with him for a living.

"And why is that?"

"Because I have a date tonight."

Connie nods before she frowns. "Wait, a date? You're telling me that you've been seeing her for almost three months, and you haven't taken her out on a date?"

"We've been busy," he replies lamely.

"But you've seen her naked?"

"It just happened, okay?" Connie holds his hands up.

"Hey man, I'm not judging. People go out of order all the time." Jean gives him a look as he throws the next item on the list in the shopping cart, shaking his head as he starts walking down the aisle.

Jean had asked Niccolo for some pointers along with what some of your favorite foods might be, and he spent the whole morning him showing him the basics, so he wouldn't at least burn the house down. He's not awful at cooking, but it's definitely not something he could do as a hobby and the food turn out as amazing as yours.

"And that's about it, nothing too hard, right?" Jean gives him an uneasy nod as he sighs, and Niccolo chuckles as he pats his shoulder.

"Don't stress so much. It'll taste great. If you just follow the recipes then you can't go wrong." Jean looks down at the papers on the counter, laughing as he reads over the steps.

"You dumbed it down for me?"

"Well, you are woefully out of your element," he teases with a shrug. "And it doesn't hurt to be thorough. You don't want to give her food poisoning on the first date."

"You say that like it's happened before," he says after he laughs.

"I tried to do something out of my element on my first date with Sasha," he reminisces. "You could say that I did not plan to hold her hair while her face was in the toilet." Jean laughs heartily as Niccolo shakes his head. "And she's still with me today, so don't sweat it. You'll be fine."

"Thanks, Niccolo, I really appreciate this."

"It was no problem," he say, waving him off before handing him a piece of paper. "And here's the list of everything you want. I even wrote the brand names down just in case you find yourself stuck between which one to pick."

"I seriously can't thank you enough."

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. That's enough for me."

~

"Seriously? That's what you're wearing? You look like you're going to the prom." Jean looks down at himself after Eren's comment, giving him a look of confusion.

"Is it too much?"

"You said you were gonna cook dinner at her house," he deadpan. "Just wear something casual."

"Oh! Wear the jeans that make your legs look good." Both men look at Connie like he's crazy, and he holds his hands out, his eyebrows raised. "What? Am I not allowed to know what makes my friends look good?" he asks. "I seriously don't know where you guys would be without me."

"Probably paradise," Eren boasts, and Connie flips him off.

Jean shakes his head as he picks out something else to wear, stepping out of the closet to reveal what he's wearing. "See? That's so much better. You look like an adult."

Jean blinks plainly at the brunet's words, rolling his eyes. "She won't be to keep her hands off you," Connie adds, and Jean shakes his head as he scoffs.

"It's the first date."

"And?" His eyes are bigger, looking around the room before meeting Jean's eyes again. "There's no harm in going all the way, I mean, you're basically halfway there."

Jean rubs his fingers over his eyes, trying to figure out how the hell he ended up with these two helping him out. He moves towards his dresser, picking up a bottle of cologne, and Eren stops him before he can spray it. "Nope, pass it here."

Jean groans, Eren's eyebrows raised expectantly as he holds his hand out. He begrudgingly passes it to him, and Eren sprays it once in the air, taking a deep breath before his face morphs into horror as he goes into a coughing fit. "What the fuck?" he wheezes, waving his hand across his face. "Where the fuck did you get this from?"

"It was a gift."

Eren holds his hand under his nose as he stands. "Okay, so what we're going to do is put this here." He sets the bottle at the very back. "And what you are going to do is never touch that again." He forces him to move back with a wave of his hand, stepping in front of him as he looks at the different bottles.

He picks one up before handing it to him and sits back down, not saying a word. Jean looks at the bottle before sighing, spraying it a couple of times as he moves his hand across his body. "Now, will you two finally leave me alone?"

"Hey, man, you asked us for help," Connie says intently.

"No, I did not. You were supposed to leave after the grocery store."

"Well, it's a good thing we were here anyway because God knows what you would've done by yourself." And this time, Jean chucks a pillow at Eren.

"What in the hell is that? You're going on a date, not chaperoning a school dance." You sigh, laughing to yourself as you slide the straps off, and she catches you before you step out of the camera. "What the hell is that?!"

"What?" you ask, freezing.

"Nuh-uh. Take the bra off." You frown as you look down before looking back at your phone.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's not first date material at all," she comments.

"Hitch it's the first date. He's not even going to see it."

She moves her face closer to the camera, looking at you like you're crazy. "Excuse me? You're telling me that I gave you a free night, and you're not going to have sex with this man?"

"You're ridiculous."

"It's called being optimistic. Take it off." You roll your eyes, pushing your dress off your hips and to the floor before hesitating to change your bra. "How about that dress you wore to that party? The one that was for like your friend or something."

"Hitch," you start, but she cuts you off.

"Ah, there's no harm in trying it on." You scoff as you dig through your closet, finding the one that she was talking about before slipping it on. It's a lot tighter than you remember along with a lot more revealing, and you jut out your hip as you stand in the frame. "See? You look amazing. You should go with that one."

"Do you see what I'm wearing?"

"Yes," she says pointedly. "It makes your tits look great."

"I am not wearing--" You jump when you hear knocking on the door, and you look at the clock on your nightstand. "He's here early," you gasp as you start to scramble around.

"Well, it doesn't look like you have time to change. Oh nooo," she drawls, putting a hand to her face, and you pick up your phone with a scowl on your face. "Have fun! And remember to practice safe sex."

She hangs up the phone, and you dart out of your room, rushing to the door, taking a deep breath before you open it. "You're here early. Like really early," you observe, and he gives you a shy half-smile.

"I know, I just wanted to surprise you," he says, lifting the basket he has in his hand up for a split second. "You look amazing."

"I should be saying that about you." He smiles as you step to the side to let him in. "So, what's the surprise?" you ask, following him to the kitchen after you close the door.

"I'm cooking," he answers, setting the basket on the counter.

"Really?" you beam in surprise, and he turns to face you.

"Yeah, but what I'm making is a surprise too, so you can't look." You scoff, a frown and a smile mixed on your lips before you sit down on the opposite side of the island. "And don't try to guess what anything is," he adds, and you hold your hands up before you close your eyes, resting your hands under your chin.

You hear him chuckle quietly before you hear footsteps and rustling, and then it goes quiet. You raise your eyebrows, peeling an eye open to see him just standing there. "Pots and pans are on your right."

"Right," he responds, and you laugh quietly before closing your eyes again. You bite your lip, trying to maintain your excitement, and you find yourself raising your eyebrows again when you don't hear anything.

"Is something wrong?" you ask playfully, your eyes staying closed, and you hear him say another rushed-out response, and you open your eyes as you stand. You walk around the island, standing behind him, moving your arms so that they wrap around his waist.

He jumps, and you rest your head in between his shoulder blades. "Are you nervous?" you ask softly, a smile playing on your lips, and he sighs heavily as he places his hands on yours.

"Maybe," he admits quietly, and you lift your head in his direction, and he smiles when he sees that your eyes are still closed. "I don't wanna give you food poisoning."

He can see the amusement in your eyes through your eyelids as you laugh. "Food poisoning? I don't think that's possible."

"I told you I'm not good in the kitchen," he reminds you with a soft huff, and you hum as you rest your head on his back, your arms wrapping a little tighter around his waist.

"Well, I'm not worried about it," you sigh. "You'll do fine."

"You're not gonna move?" he asks, even though it's the last thing he wants you to do, and he feels you shake your head.

"Nope. I'm gonna stay right here and help you out." You against him does make him feel a little bit better, along with the fact that you're not looking because he doesn't want to do anything stupidly embarrassing in front of you.

"Don't try and guess what anything is," he tells you again as he opens the basket, and your laugh vibrates against him.

"No promises," you tease. He gets everything out that he needs to get started, asking you where a couple of things are, and he finds himself having a stupid smile on his face as he cooks, more than loving the feeling of you on him. You make small talk, branching from work to your past lives, and he's in the middle of stirring the sauce when he feels your hands run under his shirt.

He falters slightly, shuddering as your nails graze over his abs. "You smell really good," you sigh, and he has Eren to thank for that, but he'll never say it out loud. He doesn't respond, trying to focus on what he's doing and not your hands against his skin. "Am I distracting you?" you whisper, a light laugh on your tongue.

"A little." He turns around as you hum a little louder at his answer, and he plants his lips on yours, his hands tightening on your waist as he pulls you into him. Your arms rest loosely around his neck as he deepens the kiss. He pulls away, smirking when you chase after him. "It's almost done. I want you to at least try it," he says, his hands squeezing your waist once. And you look at the stove as he turns around.

"You made my favorite?" you gasp, and he nods as he turns the stovetop off. "It smells amazing."

"Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells," he says, mostly to himself, and he grabs a fork putting a bit on the fork, blowing on it before passing it your way. He waits in anticipation as you chew, feeling like he might die if he waits any longer, and he raises his eyebrows when you jump a little.

"Oh, my God! This is amazing!" You grab the fork from his hands, getting some more.

"Really?" He feels pride rise in his chest, and you nod quickly.

"Yes! Oh, my God. This is really good." He definitely doesn't stop the smile growing on his face, and even if he did, he doesn't know if he could. "Here, you try it."

You move the fork over to him, your hand under the fork, and he nods as he tries it. "It actually is." He's more than surprised that he was able to cook it, and it tastes good.

"Of course, it is," you respond, grabbing a couple of plates so that you're not eating out of the pan. "I would've loved to see you playing lacrosse." The conversation's continued to the living room, both of you sitting on the couch as you eat.

"I wasn't all that," he dismisses you with a shrug.

"Yeah, right. I bet you were the best one on the team," you oppose, and he gives you another shrug, frowning for a split second.

"Maybe." You laugh softly as he grabs his phone, showing you a couple of pictures that he found of him back in college.

"Were you at Sasha and Niccolo's wedding?" You both have finished eating, your plates on the coffee table, almost no space in between the two of you as your bodies face each other.

"Yeah, I was," you answer after a hum and a nod. "I actually made all of the food and the cake. Thought the groom shouldn't cook for his own wedding."

"No wonder the food was amazing," he says, and you scoff as you rest your head on your hand, your arm resting on the back of the couch. He wonders how he didn't run into you back then, and it makes him think that if he did, would he be in this position sooner? Would his life have taken a different turn?

"I couldn't stay long though," you start. "I had Alyssa and Cole young, so they were in elementary school back then."

"I hate that I missed you," he tells you softly, and the smile you give him is just as.

"Yeah, me too." Your legs are crossed, touching his, and his hand moves over to yours.

"Did I tell you how amazing you look in this dress?" Your smile widens as you shake your head.

"No, I don't think you did," you reply sarcastically, and he huffs softly.

"Well, you look amazing."

"Yeah?" It's his turn for his smile to get bigger, and his fingers curl around the back of your knee.

"Yeah." He pulls your leg towards him, and you move your body so that you're straddling him, and his lips on yours as soon as you settle down. His hands stay on your thighs, his fingers dipping under the hem of your dress as you rub your hands over his shoulders. He deepens the kiss, his tongue moving into your mouth when you give him access, and you sigh as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He breaks the kiss, moving to plant them across your jaw and down your neck, and his hands move to your hips when you moan softly. He pulls the straps of your dress down as he kisses up your neck, goosebumps breaking out all over your skin, your bra straps following. The soft kisses continue, like he's teasing, and you pull on his hair softly when he kisses down the plush skin on your chest.

You nearly scream when he suddenly stands, hoisting you up in his arms as his hands move to your ass, walking to your room as his lips meet yours again. He kicks the door closed, falling down on the bed as he leans back against the headboard. He wastes no time pushing your dress and bra down, groaning quietly against your skin as he turns his attention to one of your tits, his mouth encasing your nipple, the movements of his tongue against the pert bud making you drool in your panties.

You start to grind against him, and he hikes your dress over your ass, his hand moving towards your panties, and he rubs his fingers over the crotch before moving it to the side. He moves to your other tit as he smiles against your skin at how sensitive you've become. You pull at his shirt, and he's quick to slide it off, tossing it to the floor.

He doesn't stop moving his fingers through your folds, but he does meet your lips halfway when you lean down, and he keeps one hand on your hip as he slides his fingers inside, swallowing the moan you let out. You ride his fingers as he speeds up the pumping of them, and he groans when he can feel how you're soaking his fingers.

You try to reach for his pants, but he curls his fingers in a way that has you moaning louder, pulling away from the kiss, and he smiles softly as he opens his eyes, watching you fall apart above him. He undoes the clasp of your bra, sliding it down your arms and tossing it to the floor as your drip down his wrist, and he latches back onto your tits, alternating between them.

"Jean, come on," you urge breathlessly, and he can't help but smile against you again as your hands try for his pants again. He finally lets up, sliding his fingers out of you before taking your dress off, the clothing joining your bra on the floor.

You move off of him, and he slides out of the rest of his clothes, those hitting the floor as well before pushing you down, your back hitting the bed as he hovers over you. You don't get a chance to say anything because he starts kissing down your body as his hands lightly trail up your sides.

He teases you as he settles between your legs, putting them over his shoulders as he kisses over them softly, getting closer to where you really want him but not giving you what you want. He can't do it for long, having the urge to taste you since you both showered together, and you jump when he licks a thick strip up your folds. "Fuck, you taste so good." It's the only warning you get before he dives in.

He pulls you closer to his face, his tongue circling your clit with tight circles, making you moan loudly against your will. He laps at your hole, pushing his face closer to you as he tries to get as much of your slick on his tongue as he can. He brings his fingers back up, sliding them inside of you as he focuses his tongue on your puffy bud. Your hand slides into his hair as his fingers stretch you out as they simultaneously press on that sensitive spot inside you, the stuble on his face tickling you but heightening the feeling all at the same time.

Your moans sound muffled to your ears, blood rushing through them as you feel your high approaching, repeating his name like a mantra as your legs start to shake. Jean can tell you're close, speeding up the movements of his fingers and his tongue, moaning against your folds as he feels the grip on his hair tighten.

A shout of his name is the only indication of your climax as your legs squeeze around his head, and he's able to move down, licking up everything that you give him as you cum. You ride against his face as he keeps moving his fingers, only stopping when your legs relax. He slides his fingers out of your sopping pussy, licking them clean before he moves above you, his face glistening with your release.

He smiles down at you as you return it with a dazed smile, and he groans quietly when you grip his throbbing dick in your hand. His eyes slip close as you move your hand up and down, and he opens them in time to see you spreading your legs wider, guiding him towards you. His hands dig into the sheets by your head as he looks at you.

"Are you sure?" he asks, and he didn't expect things to go this far, so he doesn't have any protection.

You nod quickly, barely sparing him a glance. "Yes, Jean, I want it," you breathe, and he groans louder this time, looking back down at your hand as he relaxes his body. He starts to sink down as you guide him closer, both of you moaning at the contact. He replaces your hand, sliding the tip in, and you whine softly, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

"Fuck," he moans, using his other hand to grip the sheets so tight that his knuckles go white. He's practically vibrating when he bottoms out, knowing that it's been a while since he's done this, but he knows it's been a long time since he's been inside someone raw, and he lets his arms collapse as he buries his face in your neck.

He tries to think about anything else besides your warm walls pulsing around him, attempting to control his breathing as he feels your hands slide up his back. He's waiting for you to adjust, but he doesn't even know he if can, and he takes the motion of your arms tightening around his neck as a sign that you're ready for him to move, and he grips your hips softly before slotting his hips back, rushing back into you nearly against his will.

Your legs wrap around his waist as you let out a moan slash scream as you find yourself suddenly full at the intrusion once again, and Jean doesn't wait to pick up the speed of his hips. He kisses down your neck, trying to ease himself into a rhythm, but his hips are already desperately snapping against yours.

He pushes one of your legs up, using his other hand to rub hard circles at your clit. He's not too far from his crest, knowing that he's not going to be able to last much longer. "Fuck me, you feel amazing," he moans against your skin, lifting his head up to kiss you firmly. He rests his forehead against yours when you clench around him, and he knows you did it on purpose, a smug smile mixed in with the pleasure on your face.

Your legs tighten around his waist, lifting the one to join the other, your arms draped around his neck. "Want you to cum inside," you whisper, and he whines as his hips falter, and you hover your mouth over his ear.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me--"

"Wanna make you a Daddy, Jean."

His body freezes as he cums, those seven words whispered in his ear sending him over, his dick pulsing as he shoots into you. He releases a deep groan as he fucks his seed into you, and you hum in content, unknown to what you've just released inside of Jean.

You gasp when he peels your legs from around him, pushing them towards your chest as he digs his knees into the mattress before he leans down over you, your legs smashing into your body. You let out a moan in surprise when he starts moving his hips, even faster than before, the tip of his dick ramming that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you.

"Wanna make me a Daddy, huh?" he prompts, his breath fanning against your face, his eyes dark as he watches your eyes cross as you nod before they flutter close. "Want me to fill you up with my seed until you're carrying my kids? Till you're round and full of me?"

"God, Jean, yes," you moan, your orgasm coming up on you out of nowhere, causing you to dig your nails into his taut shoulders. He fucks you through the high, groaning as he feels you pulse around him, but he doesn't stop, continuing his pace, plunging into your oversensitive pussy.

His head falls against yours against, feeling that knot building back up in his stomach, moving to kiss you, your lips moving against each other sloppily. You can't help but pull back and moan loudly against his lips, your toes curling as the overstimulation starts to send you higher again.

"You're gonna be such a good Daddy, fuck," you say, your words ending with a high-pitched whine. His hips seem to move faster, bruising your cervix with every thrust as his eyes land on your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against yours, and his thoughts run wild. Thinking of your body swollen with his seed, your tits full of milk, and his eyes roll as he moans.

Your climax hits without warning, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream, your chest pushing into his as your back arches to the best of its ability with the position he has you in. "Nngh, shit," he groans, his eyes screwing shut as he cums, his balls twitching with every spurt of cum into your womb. He meets your lips again, slowing his hips down to deep strokes as he rides out the high, the smacking of your lips loud, echoing in the room.

He finally slows to a stop, sighing heavily as it feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest, and he smiles softly when he opens his eyes to meet yours. "Damn, baby," he whispers, a satisfying hum coming from you as he chuckles softly.

He sets your legs down slowly, his hands running over them softly. "How you feeling?"

"Amazing," you jest, both of you exchanging a quiet laugh as he rests his claims forehead against yours before he meets your lips again, resting a hand on your cheek and kissing you passionately before kissing you once, twice, and three more times.

"You wanna hop in the shower?"

"Mm, in a minute," you sigh, letting your eyes fall close as you wrap your arms around him.

He ends up carrying you to the bathroom, the sight of his cum dripping down your legs spurring him on leading to another round, and after drying off, putting on some lotion, and changing the sheets, you both fall into bed, sleeping overcoming the both of you in an instant.

Chapter 11|Masterlist|Chapter 13

[kyean]

Chapter 11: Modified Work Day

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none lol, eren and connie bonding with the kids

Word Count: 3798

A/N: The moment we’ve been waiting for is approaching lmao

Masterlist

"A zoo trip, huh?" Hitch prompts as she looks through the pictures on your phone.

"What are you getting at, Hitch?" you ask before handing an order to someone who was waiting in line.

"What I really wanna know is how you're with a guy that's so good with your kids and you haven't had sex with him yet," she says, still looking at your phone, sighing admiringly. "Your restraint is better than mine."

You roll your eyes, taking your phone from her and sliding it into your pocket. "We haven't even gone on a date yet."

"I'm sorry? As long as you have been seeing each other and he hasn't asked you out?"

"He has," you sigh. "I told him that I wouldn't have any free time any time soon."

"And why not?" she presses, resting her arms on the counter.

"Because I have kids?" you say vacantly, and she scoffs.

"You're lying." You raise your eyebrow, resting a hand on your hip.

"Uh, no? I can't just drop everything and go on a date with him."

She throws her hands up, spinning around in her chair before turning back to you. "Unbelievable," she mumbles. "I'm not working next Saturday. And neither are you," she concludes. "You're going on a date with him, and nothing is stopping you."

"So, you'll keep Alyssa and Cole because we haven't had an actual date yet?"

"Sweetie, as your best friend," she begins, her voice serious, but you can't take it that way, an amused smile on your face. "It is my duty to watch your kids so you can get laid."

You laugh, her expression so sincere you can't do anything but. "Oh, wow. You are just so kind."

"I know," she agrees. "You're lucky I love you so much." You huff, looking down at the counter. "What? Are you having second thoughts?" she questions. "I thought it was going really well."

"That's it though," you state. "It's going really well."

"Okay? This seems like the best relationship you've had, and so soon too."

"Exactly." It's like she's telling you all of your concerns right out of your head. "What if it's too good to be true?"

"y/n." She sighs, reaching over the counter to grab your hands, and you finally look up at her. "I've said this before, and I'm saying it again. You deserve this. There's no one else in the world that deserves this more than you." You fold your lips together for a second as you smile. "You like him, he likes you. The kids love him. And he's really hot," she adds. "So, while you're at it, do it for me too."

Your laughter nearly echoes over the bustling noise of the café, and Hitch smiles when you do. You both know it doesn't placate your doubts instantly, but if she's made you feel better for now, then her job is done. You see Hitch look behind her shoulder, and you follow her gaze. "And there he is."

"If you guys are talking about me, I hope it's something good." It's the first thing he says when he walks over to the both of you, Alyssa and Cole behind him, moving over to sit at the bar counter.

"Well, is there anything bad we can say about you?" Hitch inquires as he sits in between the kids.

"He doesn't like zucchini," you say, and Hitch pouts slightly as she raises her eyebrows.

"Now that's something," she muses, making you and Jean chuckle before his attention is shifting to Cole.

"These were the books I wanted to show you," he tells him, pulling out three from his backpack and sliding them over to him.

"You got three?" he asks, his voice saying at he's a little bit shocked, looking over the covers as Cole nods quickly.

"Yep, I thought I could get an extra one since you gave me some money for the book fair." Your mouth drops open, and Jean has the audacity to look sheepish when he looks at you, turning to Cole as he winces softly.

"Your mom wasn't supposed to know about that." He gives him an understanding look, nodding his head before whispering his sentence. You roll your eyes when you meet Hitch's face, a smug look written all over it. "So, which one are you gonna read first?"

"Probably this one," he answers, picking up the one he's talking about. "The cover looks the coolest, and I read the summary. It seems pretty interesting." Jean smiles, rubbing over his head as Cole gathers the books, keeping the one he wants to read out as he puts the others back in his backpack.

"Did you get anything?" He's asking Alyssa, and she pushes at the book in front of her.

"I got a sketchbook, and..." She trails off, moving her hand into view, opening it to reveal three pens in her hand. "I got these for you." He tilts his head as he takes them from her, seeing that all of them have a different kind of bear on top, connected to the top of the pen in a way that makes them wiggle. "I figured your job requires you to write a lot, and I wanted to thank you for taking us to the zoo. It's not much but..."

"I love them. Thank you," he tells her. "I'm gonna throw out all of the other ones I have." She gives him a wide smile, and you put a finger under your eye when you feel you might start crying.

"So, I heard Friday was a teacher workday," Hitch speaks up, successfully diverting the attention to her so that no one's is on you. "Are you guys gonna do anything fun?"

"I asked Jean if we could go to work with him, and he said yes," Alyssa says.

"Only if your mom is okay with it," he quickly adds and you shrug.

"I don't see why not. Just don't cause him too much trouble." Cole frowns at your statement before bouncing excitedly in his seat. "But you know you're gonna have to wake up early, right?"

He deflates as he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he laments, making all of you laugh.

"They'll be ready in a few minutes," you tell Jean when you open the door for him. He follows you into the kitchen.

"What smells so good?" he asks, taking a deep breath in as a sweet smell fills his nose.

"I made cinnamon pancakes for breakfast. Have you eaten?"

"I usually skip breakfast." You turn your head to him quickly, scoffing as you shake your head before making him a plate, shoving it his way.

"Syrup's behind you." He smiles as he sits down, drizzling syrup over the pancakes as you slide him a cup of fruit. He moans when he takes the first bite, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You seriously cannot make anything bad," he comments, and you grin, keeping the attention on the food you're making. You turn around, halting your movements in surprise when you see that he's done.

"Did you even chew?" you ask incredulously, setting a cup of orange juice in front of him.

"I savored it, don't worry." He winks at you over the lip of the cup as you set the containers of food down in front of you. You huff quietly, moving to put the containers in lunchboxes for your kids as they come into the room.

"Do you always wake up this early?" Cole asks, yawning.

"Yep, every day," Jean answers, standing up. "One day you might get used to it."

"I don't think so," he returns quickly, Jean chuckling at his tired tone.

"You ready to go?" Alyssa's nod is more eager than Cole's, and you hand them their lunches, guiding them to the door. They both give you their goodbyes and see you laters, walking to the car when Jean unlocks it.

"And this is for you." You lift up the brown paper bag, and he takes it with a teasing smile.

"I get lunch for taking the kids off your hands?" he quips, and you raise an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm making sure you eat," you press. "Have a good day, okay?"

"You too," he responds, leaning down to meet your lips, giving you another one, longer than the first before he pulls away. The smile on his face is big as he walks to the car, and you watch him get in, waving at Alyssa and Cole when they do as you watch the car disappear down the street.

~

"Your office is huge!" Cole observes when Jean opens the door, the kids walking in front of him as he closes it behind him. "And you have a couch! And a TV!" He laughs at Cole's excitement, under the impression that his office is pretty mundane since he practically lives in it 24/7. "Can I watch TV?"

"You don't wanna read?" he counters, and Cole frowns, thinking about it, before heading towards the couch and opening his book to where he left off. He puts their lunches in the refrigerator before he moves to his desk, sighing heavily as he sits down.

"So, what do you usually do?" Alyssa's standing next to him, and he places a chair next to him so that she can sit.

"Well, on Fridays I try to keep my workload light. So, it's usually phone calls, filing if I need to," he explains, and she nods, setting the sketchbook that she bought on the desk. "Have you been drawing anything?" he asks, nodding towards the sketchbook.

"A little, but nothing that's good."

"Is it okay if I look at 'em?" She gives him a shrug as she slides it over to him, and he raises his eyebrows as he flips to the first page. It looks like a neighborhood, but the detail is so strong that he instantly recognizes it as the one that you live in. "This is amazing."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. How long have you been drawing?" He keeps flipping through them as she answers.

"For a couple of years. I didn't really put much effort behind it until recently." He nods, signaling that he's listening, turning to the next one to see what looks like your café.

"You really are talented, Alyssa," he tells her honestly, and he looks at her to see her with a reserved smile on her face. "Is art something you wanna do in the future?"

"Maybe. But you have to be amazing to really get anywhere."

"Then you'll have no problem getting anywhere." She laughs softly, and he flips to the next one. He sees immediately that it's a forest, the main focus a brown bear, and he points to the person he sees in the corner.

"That's supposed to be you," she informs. "You said you wanted to be a photographer, so I tried to draw you. I'm not good at drawing people yet though."

"I can see it," he says, running his finger over the drawing. "I would frame this."

"Really?" Her voice tells him that she thinks he's crazy and he nods.

"Yep. I'd set it right here on my desk." He clears some of the stuff out of the way, gesturing to the space he made. "I have a frame that I've been wanting to use." She takes the book from him, carefully ripping the page out and handing it to him. "You gotta have a signature."

She looks at it for a second before taking it from him, grabbing a pencil and writing her name in block letters in the corner. He opens one of the drawers on his desk, taking out the frame. He turns the screws so that the back can fall out, taking out the picture that came with it before carefully putting her drawing in it.

He puts the back on it, fixing the screws before he sets the frame in the space he made. "Makes the desk look so much better." She laughs softly, making him smile. "Are there any artists you really like?"

She nods, pulling out her phone. He watches her type something before turning the screen to him. "Her name is Alicia, and she goes by an alias. That's what she signs on her paintings." He scrolls through the pictures, some of them a little bit confusing to him. He's never been into art, something that never really caught his attention. "I've always wanted to go to an exhibit where her art was displayed but the tickets are really expensive."

He hums, handing the phone back to her, and she looks over the pictures. "It would be so cool to meet her one day," she muses.

Jean goes to say something, but then the door is opening. "Dude, that stupid company keeps calling, and if you don't call them back I'm gonna leave them a message telling them to f--" Eren stops when he walks into the room, his eyes landing on Alyssa before turning to Cole. "Did I miss something? Why are there kids in your office?"

"Kids?" Connie peeks around Eren, his frown matching his friends, and Jean sighs as he rubs a hand over his forehead. "Oh, these are y/n's kids?"

"Yes. They've been here since this morning. You would've known that but you were late," he says. "So, please refrain from swearing in front of them," he emphasizes, giving Eren a pointed look, and Eren holds his hands up. "This is Alyssa and this is Cole."

"Has anyone ever told you guys that you look exactly like your mom?" Connie says with a laugh, and Jean groans softly.

"Kids, this is Eren and Connie. They work with me, and I guess I could call them friends."

"Okay, that's a little hurtful, don't you think?" Connie responds. "We are amazing friends, and you are lucky to have us here."

Alyssa laughs quietly at the interaction before Jean asks them what else did they need from him. Eren sets a couple of papers on his desk as he tells him what they entail, and he notices that Alyssa's staring at him. "Is there something on my face?"

She shakes her head as she answers. "No. I just think your hair is nice."

"You know what? That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," he says, and Jean squints at him as he gives him a weird look. "But it's always in my face. I'm thinking of cutting it."

"You could always braid it," she offers, jokingly.

"You know how to braid?" he asks and she nods. "Think you could do it for me?" She nods again, her smile widening, and he moves around the desk, sitting next to her, and she turns to him. "You can keep talking Jean, I'm listening."

Jean raises a brow as he looks up to see Connie talking to Cole. "You don't think movies are better than books?" Connie asks, and Cole shakes his head vehemently.

"Nope. I read Wizard of Oz, then watched the movie. Books are better," he argues, and Connie nods intently.

"Okay, so what books do you recommend?"

"I have a whole list," he answers excitedly, pulling out a list he made from his backpack. He hands Connie the paper, telling him his thoughts on the books as he goes down the list.

Jean looks back at Eren, seeing that half of his hair is braided, Alyssa putting a hair tie on the end of the braid, and he surely didn't think this is how his day would go. When she finishes, he takes his phone out, looking at his hair, and he looks at Connie when he laughs.

"You look amazing. That look really suits you," Connie laughs, and Eren waves him off.

"I look fantastic," he says, shaking his head dramatically, and this time Jean can't help but laugh. "You did a good job, Alyssa."

Connie's still laughing, nearly huddled over as he reaches for his phone. "No, because I have to take a picture of this."

"Damn it, Connie. Don't make me push you down the stairs," he threatens as he stands.

"Swear word! That's five dollars." Eren stops as he looks at Cole.

"Excuse me?"

"My mom has a swear jar for Auntie Hitch, and that word is five dollars." Cole holds his hand out, flicking his fingers in waiting.

"Five dollars? That's a little high don't you think?"

"Cough it up."

"You heard the man, Eren." And Eren grumbles as he digs his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a five and putting it in Cole's hand. He happily pockets the money, and Eren rolls his eyes.

"I got my eyes on you, kid." Eren points at his eyes before directing his fingers at Cole, and the boy laughs, clearly proud of himself.

"Hey, Jean, you wouldn't happen to have any food, would you?" Connie asks, standing up as he heads towards the fridge.

"No, I do not, Connie. What makes you think I would have food?"

"Because you came from y/n's house. Duh," he replies, opening the fridge, and he gasps happily when he sees the recognizable paper bag.

"Put that back."

"Does it have your name on it?" Connie jests and his face falls flat when he sees it on one of the containers in the bag. "Okay, so it just so happens to have your name on it."

"You can have some of mine," Cole offers, squeezing next to him to get his lunchbox out of the fridge. Connie sits down next to him as Cole opens the container, giving him half of his sandwich.

"You're a good kid, Cole."

"I can ask my mom if she can make you some," he tells him, and Connie nods his head.

"Thank you. I greatly appreciate it."

"Shouldn't you two be working?" Jean asks, taking out the first container, seeing that there's a sticky note on it, but it has something written other than his name.

"You know, that sounds awful compared to talking with my buddy Cole here," Connie says, and Cole nods in agreement as they munch on the food. Jean rolls his eyes, looking back down at the note.

It's zucchini pasta. You're gonna love it :)

He smiles at it, huffing to himself as he takes it off, sticking it on the desk before he takes the lid off. It looks amazing, and he wastes no time digging in, and yep, it's like he never hated zucchini in the first place.

He looks over to see Alyssa splitting her cookie in half, handing it to Eren. "Did you draw that?" he asks, pointing towards the picture frame, and Alyssa nods. "You made Jean look better in your drawing than he does in person."

"Hilarious," Jean drawls, and Eren shrugs.

"I wanted to be an artist when I was a kid," he tells her.

"Why didn't you become one?"

"Didn't have the patience for it," he answers plainly. "How do you do it?"

"I listen to music sometimes, or I just have things playing in the background," she says, and he nods at her answer.

"You think you could draw mountains? Like snowy ones?"

"Maybe. If I see a picture first. Why?"

"I've been thinking about getting a mural in my office. Something to keep me motivated."

"I've never drawn on something that big before," she responds, looking down.

"Ah, don't worry about it. It'll look great anyways." She looks up at him, giving him a shy smile. "Whaddya need? Paint? Brushes?"

"I'm gonna need a lot more paint for a wall," she explains.

"When's your birthday? You can count that as a present from me."

"It's in April. The fourteenth." He nods as he pulls his phone out, and she watches him tap on the screen.

"Got it. You want anything else?"

She scoffs quietly as she shakes her head. "You don't have to get me anything."

"Very true. But, I have to make sure you like me more than Jean."

"And why is that?" Jean questions and Eren gives him a dumb look.

"Because I'm better than you. Obviously." Jean rolls his eyes as Alyssa laughs, and he moves on to the next container of food that you made him.

Eren and Connie spend the rest of the time in Jean's office, and no work really gets done, but it doesn't matter to either of them or Jean because it's Friday, and the last thing they want to do is work. You text him at one point, asking him how it's going, and he responds with a picture of Eren and Connie sitting with Alyssa and Cole.

They're sad to leave when Jean tells them it's time to go home, and he promises them that he'll bring them to work again. They're elated when they get home, excited to tell you about their day as you fix dinner. "And I got five dollars from Eren because he said a bad word." You frown, but you're smiling, Cole seeming the most excited about that part, and Jean gives you a weak shrug when you look at him.

"Well, at least you know that those words aren't allowed." You shake your head in amusement, telling them all to go to the table as you fix the plates, Jean helping you carry them to the table.

The conversation doesn't falter as you're eating, even Alyssa talking most of the time. "As you can tell, not much work got done today," Jean says when they've told you everything that happened today.

"Apparently not," you chide. "Sounds like you guys had too much fun for a workday."

"We eventually did do work, Mom," Cole defends. "I helped Connie shred, and Alyssa helped Eren file a bunch of stuff."

"Well, I guess that can count for something," you jab playfully, and Cole gives you a pleased look.

After dinner, Cole and Alyssa busy themselves with whatever while you and Jean stand at the sink, washing dishes. "You wouldn't happen to be doing anything next Saturday, would you?" you ask, handing him the last dish to dry.

"I don't know, I'll have to check my schedule," he jests. "What are you planning to do?"

"Hitch is going to watch the kids for the weekend, and I was thinking we could finally have that date."

"Is this what you guys were talking about before I got there?" He leans against the counter, and you hum as you nod your head. "Well, lucky for you, my schedule's clear."

"Really? You sure you don't have anything to do?"

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist. "I'm always free for you."

Chapter 10|Masterlist|Chapter 12

[kyean]

Chapter 10: Family Trip

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none really lol, everyone goes to the zoo!

Word Count: 2638

A/N: This isn’t even the halfway point of this series lmao, I have so many chapters lmao

Masterlist

When you wake up, you don't move too much, moving closer to Jean, but then you realize you're hearing knocking. Jean stirs not too long after you, and you lift your head up with a frown, your face full of sleep.

"Mom? Are you in there?" Your eyes widen when you hear the door start to open, realizing it's your son on the other side.

"No! Don't open the door, just hold on," you say quickly, and you sit up, Jean right behind you as you find some clothes to slip on. You turn to Jean not really knowing what to do.

"I've got extra clothes in the car," he tells you, and you nod before he makes his way into the bathroom, and you exhale sharply as you walk to the door.

"Did you walk here by yourself?" you ask him as soon as you open the door, effectively pushing him out of the doorway.

"Yeah, but Jonas' dad was watching, so don't worry." He brushes you off, following you into the living room. "Is Jean still here? His car's in the driveway," Cole points out.

"Yeah, he's just using the bathroom," you lie. "What're you doing back so early?" You quickly change the subject, grateful right now that your son has a relatively short attention span.

"Oh! I wanted to ask you if it was okay if Jonas and I had a sleepover tonight!"

You scoff softly, rubbing a hand over your head as you cross your arms. "Yeah, that's okay." He runs to his room, and you help him grab another bag so he can pack, and then he's rushing back down the street.

You wait until he disappears into the house before walking to Jean's car, finding the clothes he mentioned before walking back into the house and towards your room. You open the door, laughing softly when you meet Jean standing in nothing but a towel, holding the clothes his way.

"Sorry about that," you say, and he responds with a laugh as he takes them from you.

"Don't worry about it." You frown when you hear someone knocking at your door, and you make your way back towards the door, closing your room door behind you. You look through the peephole, sighing as you open the door.

"Hitch? What are you doing here?" She brushes past you before you can even blink, and you close the door as you rush to follow her.

"I think I left something in your bathroom, and I just wanted to check--"

"Wait, Hitch, let me check, I--" She opens the door before you can stop her, and Jean freezes, in the middle of putting his shirt on. You fold your lips into your mouth as you look down, hearing her scoff in amusement.

"What's going on here?" she muses, and you grab her wrists, closing the door as you pull her into the living room.

"Nothing," you respond exasperatedly. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I had a feeling," she says with a shrug, crossing her arms, and you groan as you roll your eyes. "So, are you gonna fill me in?"

"No, because nothing happened. We went to Cole's soccer game."

"And you ended up having sex because you were home alone."

You laugh as you shake your head. "No, we did not. We just showered...together," you finish quietly, and when she pushes you lightly, you swat her hand away, hearing footsteps getting closer behind her.

Jean walks up, and you ignore Hitch's looks. "I can walk you to your car," you start, but Hitch is quick to move towards the door.

"Oh no. Don't let me stop you from your activities," she quips, waving her hands at the word. She makes it to the door, opening it. "You two have fun, but not too much fun, okay?" She's standing in the doorway, and she pops her head back in as she's closing the door. "And use protection!"

You drop your head, rubbing a hand over your face as it heats up in embarrassment, wondering why in the hell you've been friends with her this long, and you turn around when you hear Jean laugh. Your head lands on his chest, and he puts his arms loosely around your waist.

"So, what's the plan for the rest of the day?"

You look up at him, letting your head fall back on your shoulders as you look at the ceiling when you speak. "Well, it's after three, so there's no point in me going to the shop today," you sigh. "What about you?"

"I plan to do absolutely nothing."

"So, you just wanna stay here, and...?"

"Sleep," he finishes, and you let out a surprised laugh, nodding your head shortly after.

"That actually sounds like an amazing idea. That nap definitely wasn't enough sleep for me." He smiles at you before taking your hand and guiding you back to your room.

You and Jean never leave the house for the rest of the day, laying in bed for most of the time. You both actually started a show that Connie had been bugging Jean to watch, and it was actually pretty interesting, both of you were so glued into the show that you had already watched the first two seasons.

The only reason why you stopped watching it was that the both of you got hungry. You make your way into the kitchen, deciding to heat up so leftovers, not wanting to use energy to cook up something, and you look over your shoulder when you hear Jean walk into the kitchen.

"Some random number keeps calling your phone," he tells you, handing you the device, and you shake your head as the number lights up on your screen, and you quickly decline the call, turning your phone to silent.

"It's Porco," you say quietly, setting your phone on the island behind you as you turn your attention back to the pan in front of you. Jean doesn't say anything, just moves to stand behind you before wrapping his arms around you. "He was cheating on me," you admit. "It was a year before I found out."

This is probably the last thing he wants to hear, but for some reason, you feel like you can tell him, and he doesn't seem to stop you, staying quiet as you talk. "He's still with her, and I sometimes think about what she might have." You shrug, tilting your head to the side. "I guess I was too busy to make him happy anymore." Your laugh is bitter, showing the pain that you fought so hard not to show in your words.

"You don't have to blame yourself. It's not your fault." He says the words against your skin, something that you've been told multiple times. "And I know it's something that you can’t help but do, but he's an asshole." You smile softly, finally looking at him. "An asshole that was stupid enough to do something like that to someone as amazing as you."

"Stop it," you mumble, smiling bigger as you look away, and he laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"What? It's true. You really are amazing. And Cole and Alyssa are crazy lucky to have you as a mom."

"Alright, alright," you laugh, putting a hand on your face and feeling how warm it is. "The food's almost done." He gives you another kiss before letting you go, grabbing a couple of plates.

You sit at the island as you eat, talking quietly amongst yourselves. "You know, I've never liked asparagus," he tells you randomly before eating another one, and you scoff as your eyes widen.

"Then why are you eating it?" You're laughing as you speak, Jean responding with a simple shrug.

"Because your food is amazing. I'm pretty sure you could make me like everything that I don't."

"Oh? Well, what else don't you like?" you prod, and he sighs, squinting his eyes as he thinks.

"Zucchini," he says after a brief pause. "Could never get behind it."

You gasp quietly in disbelief. "Why?! You could so much with it!" you answer, and he shrugs as he chuckles at your reaction. "Okay, I'm definitely making you something because that's just ridiculous."

"I'm holding you to that." You give him a smile as you turn back to your food, looking at him when he places his hand on yours as you slide the fork into your mouth. "I wanted to ask if you when Cole had another soccer game."

"He doesn't have one for a couple of weeks," you start. "Why? You wanna go to another one?" you tease.

"Well, yeah, but I was gonna ask if they might want to go to the zoo. I was thinking about it earlier."

"Oh, yeah! That sounds awesome," you say, sticking your fork on the plate, resting your finger on top of it. "I've been meaning to take them, but I haven't had a chance."

"I'm not doing anything next Sunday if you all are free."

You nod, setting your fork down. "Yeah, I'll run it by them."

You actually didn't tell Alyssa or Cole about the zoo, deciding to make it a surprise, so you wake them up on Sunday morning, both of them dragging their feet as they walk into the living room, and Jean's giving you a confused look. "What are you doing here, Jean?" Cole asks quietly, and he looks at you.

"Did you not tell them?" You fight to hold back your laugh as you turn back to your kids.

"Well, Jean has a surprise for you guys." His face turns to shock, not expecting to be put on the spot, but then he catches on when you look at him again. They look at him with curiosity, and he smiles as he nods his head slowly.

"We're going to the zoo today." That's all it takes for them to light up, the sleepy looks they had on their faces disappearing, and they both run to him, nearly knocking him down.

"Are you serious?!" Cole yells, and Jean laughs as he nods his head again.

"Yep, figured you would like to go," he explains, and they exchange a happy look with each other.

"So, if you guys wanna get there early, you gotta go get ready." They bolt to their rooms at your words, and you laugh quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna surprise them?" he asks, and you poke at his chest.

"I gotta keep you on your toes, Jean." He scoffs at your response before pulling you into him, cutting off your amusement when he kisses you.

"You are something else."

"I thought I was amazing?" you jest.

"There's a possibility you could be both." You laugh a little louder this time, Alyssa and Cole running back into the room. You all head out to Jean's car, Cole talking the entire time about what animals he's most excited to see, Alyssa chiming in every now and then.

When you get there, Cole's dragging Jean towards the gate, Alyssa walking next to you, and you practically have to hold Cole back when he tries to run through the entrance without you paying. Jean ended up paying for all of your tickets when you were busy with Cole, and he doesn't give you a chance to talk to him about it, pulling you through into the zoo.

Jean stays with Cole most of the time since he keeps running ahead, and he eventually makes his way onto Jean's shoulders, but Jean doesn't seem to mind, pointing out some of the animals that Cole has trouble finding. You spend more of the time taking pictures whenever Alyssa's standing next to Jean, your heart flipping every time you catch a candid shot.

You're walking beside him, Alyssa on the opposite side, listening to him tell them everything he knows about the different animals, both of them listening to him intently like he has all the information in the world. You all stop at one part, deciding to get something to eat, and you actually say something when he buys the food for all of you.

"Today's my treat," is all he says to justify it, turning his attention to the kids and responding to whatever they're saying. You shake your head, but you start eating anyway, joining into the conversation eventually. "So, if you guys could pick a favorite animal, what would it be?" Jean asks, and Cole goes quiet as he thinks.

"All of them," he answers, his voice on the side of serious, making you and Jean chuckle.

"I don't know, there's just so many," Alyssa responds. "What's your favorite?"

Jean wipes his hands with a napkin as he pretends to think. "I'd have to say bears." You smile, finding his answer more on the random side. "There's a lot of different kinds, and I've always liked them," he adds when Alyssa asks him why.

"Mom's favorites are giraffes," Cole says. "Because they're tall like you are."

"Maybe that's why she likes me so much." You gasp as you shove at Jean, making him laugh.

You all spend the whole day at the zoo, standing and looking at all of the animals for a while, and Cole's sad when you tell them it's time to go, but he perks up when Jean tells him that he'll buy him something from the gift shop, and then he's running inside.

Jean notices there's a backdrop inside, and he gathers you all together, asking one of the workers to take a picture when he hands them the phone. He tells you he'll send it to you as Cole decides which stuffed animal to get. Alyssa ends up picking a polar bear, Cole finally choosing a monkey with long arms and hands that can stick together.

Cole's last leg of energy starts to run out as you all walk out of the store, Jean carrying him as you walk to the car. The ride home is quiet, Alyssa sound asleep along with her brother. When you get to your house, they slowly get out of the car, Jean guiding the both of them into the house. You take Cole to his room, Jean following Alyssa to hers, and she flops down onto the bed.

"I figured out what my favorite animal is," she whispers, and Jean crouches down next to the bed.

"Yeah?"

She nods sleepily, her eyes half-open. "It's an otter," she says, and he laughs quietly. "Thanks for today," she adds after a pause.

"Of course. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," she answers, the biggest smile she can muster on her face before she yawns, and Jean stands up.

"Goodnight, Alyssa."

"Night, Jean."

He walks towards the door, turning the light off, looking at her one more time to see her finally doze off, and he closes the door softly behind him. He walks to Cole's room, surprised to see that he's still not asleep, and you sitting on the bed.

"Thought you'd be out by now, bud," Jean says, sitting next to you.

"I'm not even tired," he argues even though he can barely keep his eyes open.

"You sure? You look pretty sleepy to me," Jean says, and Cole holds the monkey closer to his chest as he nods his head.

"Yeah, I could stay up for hours," he fights, his voice getting quieter. "And I wanted to tell you that my school's having a book fair." He starts to trail off, and Jean hums softly.

"Well, you can tell me about it when you wake up. You'll see me again soon."

"You promise?" Cole holds his hand up, his pinky sticking out, and Jean reaches over, wrapping his pinky around Cole's.

"I promise."

Chapter 9|Masterlist|Chapter 11

[kyean]

Chapter 9: Integrating

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: jean being a dad again lmao, little bit of hurt/comfort, smut: mutual masturbation lol, that’s it right now, nudity

Word Count: 3165

A/N: Ima be real, the whole shower thing was kinda impulsive lmao, I had to

Masterlist

When you walk into Cole's room, you're very surprised to see that he's wide awake and already dressed. You lean against the door frame as you watch him read, swinging his legs as he sits on his bed. "Excited?" you quip, and he moves his head up quickly to look at you, and he puts the bookmark in between the pages before hopping off his bed, carefully setting the book on his nightstand.

"Is Jean here?" he asks once he gets to you, and you stand up straight as you look down at him, chuckling quietly.

"Yes, he just got here." Cole gasps, carefully squeezing between you and the doorway as he runs towards the living room, and you shake your head fondly as you follow him.

Cole exclaims his name as he jumps into his arms, Jean already crouched down on the ground so he can reach him. "I'm a little upset that you get super excited to see Jean more than your mom," you say, feigning hurt, and Cole rolls his eyes as he turns to look at you, pulling away from Jean.

"But, Mom, I always see you," he responds as you walk closer to them. "I saw you yesterday."

"Well, you saw Jean yesterday," you point out, and Cole purses his lips as he thinks of a response.

"But you tucked me in last night." You and Jean both laugh softly as he stands up. "You're actually coming to my game today?" Cole asks, and Jean holds his hands out.

"I said I would, didn't I?" You've never seen Cole so ecstatic, and when Jean asks him if he's ready to go, he tells him that he has to get his water bottle, and he runs into the kitchen.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're becoming his favorite?" you ask, walking into Jean's space, and he wraps his arms around you like it's natural as he shrugs.

"You think I'm his favorite? No, there's no way." His voice is sarcastic, and you push against his shoulder lightly, and the laugh you have coming out is cut off when he plants his lips on yours. You melt against him, his arms pulling you closer to him, and you can hear Cole scoff, and Jean feels him yanking on his arm.

"Jean, you can kiss Mom later. We're gonna be late." He's tugging his arm, but Jean doesn't move just yet, giving you another peck before he finally pulls away, both of you smiling against each other's lips.

Cole has both of his hands wrapped around Jean's wrists as he pulls on his arm, grunting as he uses as much force as he can muster, and Jean catches him when he starts moving so that Cole doesn't fall. "Okay, I'm coming. Let's go," he sighs, letting him drag him towards the door. You follow them out, watching Cole drag him to the car, and Cole runs to the driver's side back door, waving to you dramatically.

"Bye, Mom! I'll bring back a trophy!" he yells, and you huff as you lift your hand up to wave at him, and you watch Jean back out of the driveway and drive down the street.

When Jean gets to the field, Cole's already out of the car and running down the hill before Jean can even get out of the car. He walks down the hill, finding a spot on the sideline to stand, and if he's being honest, he feels a little awkward being here. Is he supposed to talk to the other parents? He doesn't even know how to start a conversation without it being awkward. He knows what the other parents are thinking, for the most part. He starts to think that standing there is better than seeing what looks they'll have on their faces if he does speak.

He sighs as he shoves his hands in his pockets, watching Cole's team warm up, and he watches Cole run over to him, giving him his jacket when the game is about to start. He knows eyes are on him, but he doesn't look, keeping his head facing straight ahead.

"Haven't seen you around here before."

He looks to his left, his eyes landing on a woman that he assumes is a mother of one of the kids on the other team, her shirt matching the color of the opposing team's jersey, and Jean gives her a small smile.

"Uh, yeah. Cole asked me to come." He doesn't really explain it further, feeling like that's enough to tell, and he hears her scoff.

"So, you're the next one y/n has roped in, huh?" He frowns slightly as he raises an eyebrow, turning back to watch the kids play.

"Sure, let's call it that." He hopes his voice is enough to tell her to politely fuck off, but she doesn't seem to get the message, or if she does, she doesn't care.

"You know, she's had a lot of boy toys around. It'll be fun to count how long you last." Jean sighs as he crosses his arms over his chest. He's glad he got some videos of Cole playing to show you later before she showed up because he'd hate for that to be in the background. "But if she does let you go, just let me know."

"Nice to see you're still tainting your finger with that ring, V." Jean's head turns to your voice, his shoulders relaxing as you walk closer to him, moving to stand in between the two of them.

"Didn't think you'd show up today. You don't usually come to your son's games," she returns, but you know your comment got under her skin, watching her cover her hand as discreetly as possible.

"Well, I got some time off," you start. "You know? To watch the kids. Not flirt." Jean bites his lips to hide his smirk as he throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him, and she scoffs before walking away, sitting down on the bleachers for her son's team.

"Ymir make you leave?" Jean asks, and he smiles widely when he looks down at you, waiting for your answer.

"No," you start, hitting his chest with the back of your hand. "Today was pretty slow, and I just checked in to make sure everything was okay, and yes, she practically forced me out," you admit, and Jean laughs to himself as he looks back at the field. "And I brought food for the teams," you add and Jean nods his head.

"I also got a couple of videos of Cole. Even one of him scoring, so I know he'll be happy about that."

You hum as you watch the game. "He definitely won't stop talking about it." Jean huffs beside you, pulling you closer to him as you watch the game, cheering on the team along with Cole. You eventually make your way to the bleachers, tired of standing, and you introduce him to some of the other parents there, and if they're judging, he can't tell, and he's grateful for that.

"What did she say to you?" you whisper, leaning in closer to him so that no one can hear you, the cheers coming from the other parents blocking out your words from other ears.

"She's counting to see how long I'll last," he summarizes, and you roll your eyes as you shake your head.

"Fucking bitch," you mumble, so low that Jean can barely hear it, but he catches it, laughing softly.

"I just think it'll be funny when she gets bored of counting." He knows the phrase holds a heavier meaning compared to it just being a funny counter, but the look you give him doesn't make him regret saying it. You try to fight the smile on your face that continues to get bigger, and you eventually laugh before you lay your head on his shoulder, your eyes towards the field.

"It'll be hilarious."

~

Cole's team ends up winning, which he doesn't boast about too much while he's there, but you know he'll do it on the way home, and Jean helps you bring the food out to feed all of the kids. "You even made some for the parents?" Jean asks, taking the plate that you hand to him, and you nod as you grab yours.

"I wanted to, I guess. I offered to, and who doesn't love food?" you jest, taking a bite out of your sub. To be completely honest, and it might be a little petty, but she was asking for it, you just wanted to one-up Vivian. She tried to go all out the last game, but your food's just too good to be compared to, and you watch in satisfaction as she begrudgingly eats.

She started it anyways.

You and Jean talk amongst the parents around you, the adults sitting at a picnic table next to the kids, and this part was something that Jean was dreading, but it turns out to be one of the better parts of the day. He makes good acquaintances with one of the dads for Cole's team, and he spends most of the time talking to him. He learns that his name's Erwin and his son and Cole have been attached at the hip for a while.

"Mom, can I go to Jonas' house?" Cole asks, running up to you, Jonas in tow.

"Now? You don't wanna shower? You're covered in grass," you point out, and you look between the two boys.

"Can't I shower later?"

"You can go to Jonas' house if it's okay with his dad, but you shower first," you decide, and Jonas runs over to his dad, already knowing the answer, and you watch Erwin agree with a chuckle and a nod.

"Can we go now?" You frown, and before you can respond, Cole's yanking your arm, Jonas doing the same to his dad. You all laugh as you stand, saying your goodbyes before throwing your plates away, and Cole and Jonas run ahead up the hill, making it your cars before either of you do.

"What's the rush, Cole? Jonas lives down the street?" you ask when you finally meet him at Jean's car.

"We're losing daylight, Mom!" You laugh at your son's response, and he hops into the car when Jean unlocks it.

"It was nice meeting you," Erwin says to Jean, the latter echoing the statement. "And the food was amazing as always," he tells you.

"Thank you, and Cole will probably be knocking at your door within the hour." You can hear Cole yelling through the window, and Erwin gives you a final wave before he gets in the car.

"Are you heading back to work?" Jean's turned to you, and you shake your head.

"No, and I don't think Ymir would even let me," you huff. "I'll just follow you back."

You've never seen Cole shower or get dressed so fast, having his backpack full of things for him and Jonas to do, and you watch him run down the street, waiting until he's inside before walking back in the house, a fond smile on your face.

You see Jean sitting on the couch, and you plop down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you close your eyes. "So, what's the plan?" he asks, wrapping his arm around you, and you sigh loudly.

"Probably get in the shower first, and then take a nap," you say. "It's crazy how it was actually kinda cold, and I still managed to sweat." He smiles at you before looking around, noticing the house is more quiet than usual.

"Where's Alyssa?"

"She's hanging out with a friend today. She'll call me if she wants to stay the night there." You don't move, and you whine when Jean does move you.

"You won't wanna shower if you fall asleep now." You groan because he's right, and he's pulling you off the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist, and guiding you to your bathroom. You tell him that the towels are in the hall closet, and he leaves to get one, hearing the water running when he comes back.

He knocks on the door, letting you know he's coming in, keeping his eyes down as he sets it on the counter, and he's about to turn around when he feels your hand on his. He looks down at your hand before looking at you, having a hard time keeping his eyes on your face even though you're covering yourself with the shower curtain. "You could always join me, you know?" Your voice is playful, but it's taken on a more sultry tone, and Jean freezes. "Just a suggestion," you add, letting go of his hand as you pull the shower curtain closed.

He finally jumps out of it when he hears the rings moving across the shower rod. He doesn't know what to do. He's itching to get in there with you, but he doesn't know what this'll mean in terms of your relationship. But you offered first, so it shouldn't be anything too cryptic? He notices that he's been staying in the same position, glued to the floor for too long, and he makes his decision by closing the door.

He starts with his shirt, but he slows down his movements a bit, feeling like he's a fucking teenager again. It's been a while since he's found himself in a situation like this, but that doesn't mean he's not going to go for it. When he gets everything off, and takes a silent breath in, stepping into the shower before he can back out.

You're letting the stream hit your face, and he doesn't want to stare, but he really can't help it. He hadn't really thought about you naked (stopping his thoughts from getting that far), but now that he's seeing it, you look better than he could probably ever imagine.

You wipe the water out of your face, turning to him as you wipe your eyes. When you look at him, the smile on your face drops as your eyes roam over his body. "Woah," you breathe, your hands raising to hover over his chest, and he doesn't really know how to interpret your reaction. "I told you your clothes don't hide anything."

He laughs at that, grabbing your wrists softly and putting your hands on his chest, and your fingers drag over his muscles carefully, making a pleasant shiver run up his spine. "I work out in my free time," he admits sheepishly. He hasn't had attention like this on him in a long time, and he doesn't know to respond to it.

"Yeah, no kidding."

He moves his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "You're not too bad yourself," he jests, making you snort softly, finally looking up at him. "But seriously, you're beautiful."

"Is this what you do?" you quip. "Sweet talk a girl when she's naked?"

"Would you rather me be doing something else?" His arms tighten around you when you wrap your arms around his neck. He leans down when you lean in, but you pull away at the last second, a grin on your face, and he copies it before smashing his lips to yours.

You moan softly, and he pulls you closer to him, one of his hands grabbing your thigh, lifting your leg. He hums against you as your core rubs against him, and he can feel himself growing harder. You rest your foot on the corner of the tub, and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand in between your legs, rubbing his fingers through your folds.

He feels your hand run down his torso, and he groans quietly when he feels you wrap your hand around him. You pull away when he slides his fingers into you, your breathing picking up as you speed up the rhythm of your strokes. He curls his fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, and your nails dig into the back of his neck.

"F-Fuck, Jean," you moan, your hand gripping him a little tighter, flicking your wrist in a way that makes him moan, both of you breathing against each others' mouth hotly as you get closer to your highs.

He meets your lips again, deepening the kiss as he aims for that spot inside of you, pressing it over and over again until you're dripping down his wrist and cumming on his fingers. He groans loudly this time as he feels you clamp around his fingers, your dancing over the tip of his dick sending him over the edge, his hips thrusting into your hand as he shoots his cum on your hand and you.

You don't slow down your movements soon after, your chests heaving as you let your leg fall, and you hum against him in bliss, a loopy smile on both of your faces. He grips your hips when you fall to the side slightly, pulling away but keeping his face close to yours.

"Is that what you wanted me to do?" he says against your lips.

"More or less," you hum, both of you laughing softly.

You both get around to actually showering, getting out first to get Jean a towel, and you both dry off, wrapping the towels around yourselves as you fall onto your bed. Your head is quick to land on his chest, sighing heavily as you close your eyes. "You gonna nap now?"

"Mm, wake me up in an hour," you whisper, your eyes slow to open and close. He pulls you closer to him, his fingers running up and down your back, making you shiver. He looks over, seeing his phone on the nightstand, and he reaches over, trying to move as little as possible when he grabs it.

Jean > Won't be in today. Something came up

He shoots off the text, about to put his phone down when it pings with a text, and he turns his phone to vibrate before he reads it.

Eren > Okay??? You weren't supposed to be coming anyway???

Jean rolls his eyes, working on a rebuttal when his phone vibrates with another text

Connie > ^^^what he said

Jean > There's work I still have to do

Eren > Work that WE can do

Connie > And don't beat around the bush, Jean. Just say you're with y/n right now

Jean huffs softly, looking at you to see you sound asleep, the buzzing of his phone the only thing that tears his attention away.

Eren > Now stop texting. If you don't, we won't hesitate to block you

He rolls his eyes, locking his phone and setting it back on the nightstand before he yawns, adjusting himself to get a little more comfortable, and he feels his eyes getting heavy. He sighs quietly, relaxing further into the bed, wrapping an arm around you, and he's asleep within seconds.

Chapter 8|Masterlist|Chapter 10

[kyean]

Chapter 8: Home Office

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: jean really is a dad in this chapter lmao, a decent amount of fluff

Word Count: 3520

A/N: It’s starting to get good now LMFAO

Masterlist

When Jean walks into the office, the nurse guides him to a room where Cole's laying on the bed. He crouches down, rubbing over his head, and he sighs at how warm he feels, and Cole stirs. "Jean?"

"Yeah, bud, it's me. Let's get you home, okay?" He gets up slowly, and when he slides off the bed, he doesn't have enough energy to stand, and Jean catches him before picking him up. Cole lays his head on his shoulder as he drapes his arms around him.

"Make sure he rests, that's something he nearly refused to do," the nurse tells him, and Jean gives her a nod.

"I will, thank you." He walks out of the school, and he talks to Cole as he walks to his car, the boy's words are quiet and mumbled, the complete opposite of how he usually is. When he gets to the car, he slides his backpack off before carefully putting him in the car, setting his bag next to him. He has enough strength to buckle himself in, and Jean gets in the car, driving to your house.

He pulls into the driveway, and Cole tries to get out of the car himself, but Jean stops him, picking him up instead and grabbing his bag. "Your mom said you had a house key," he tells him when he gets to the door.

"In the small pocket," he mumbles, and Jean manages to hold the backpack in one hand and get the key out, hoisting Cole further up his body as he unlocks the door. He walks in, locking the door when he closes it, and he walks to Cole's room.

He lays him down, and Cole kicks the covers away, complaining that he's too hot. "So, I guess you want to skip on the soup your mom made?" He barely nods, and Jean sighs softly, rubbing over his forehead again, brushing the curls out of his face before he heads to the bathroom.

He finds a washcloth, and he gets the water as cold as he can get it, soaking the washcloth before ringing it out. He walks back into the room, seeing that Cole's managed to take his shirt off, the clothing tossed on the floor, and he folds the rag before placing it on his forehead.

"Feel better?" He nods slowly, his eyes barely open. "Get some sleep, okay?" Cole doesn't respond, but his eyes finally close as he takes a deep huff out. Jean carefully closes the door behind him before sending you a text that Cole's resting as he walks into the living room.

He's worked from home before, and he's not going anywhere any time soon, so he grabs the stuff that he brought out of his car, and he sets up his "office" on the coffee table in the living room. He keeps a constant eye on Cole, getting up about every thirty minutes to check on him and to re-wet the washcloth.

His eyes widen when he hears footsteps behind him, and he turns around to see Cole walking up to him. He still looks like he's not feeling well, but he looks better than he did when Jean picked him up. "Cole? What're you doing up?"

"I'm hungry," he says softly, and Jean stands as Cole trails behind him into the kitchen. He heats up the soup you made him, and Cole sits on the stool at the island as he waits.

"How you feeling?" he asks him as the microwave turns behind him.

"Better. My body still hurts." Jean nods as he leans over to rest the back of his hand on his forehead. He feels less warm than before, and Jean sighs in relief.

"If you weren't feeling well, why didn't you want to stay home?" He pulls the soup out when the microwave beeps, grabbing a spoon as Cole answers.

"Because I wanted to tell my teacher that I'm almost done with my book." Jean slides the bowl over to him, setting the spoon next to him as he cautions him about the temperature.

"Already?" he questions. "Have you been staying up to read?" Cole doesn't respond, instead, he looks down at the soup. "Cole," Jean says sternly. "You have to sleep, you know that."

"I know!" he exclaims quietly, but then he curls into himself. "I just wanted to read."

Jean walks around, sitting next to him. "I know, but you have to go to sleep. You need it. You always have time to read."

"You're not going to tell my mom, are you?" Jean hesitates, the look on Cole's face borderline pitiful and Jean sighs.

"I have to, bud. She's worried about you." Cole slumps and Jean puts a hand on his shoulder. "But she won't yell at you. Just promise me you'll sleep, okay?"

Cole nods as he starts eating, clearly still upset, and Jean makes a note to tell you to go easy on him, and since Cole's feeling a little bit better, he tells him about what he was able to do at school before he started feeling too bad. He finishes the soup quickly, and he puts the bowl in the sink before walking to his room.

Jean walks back to the coffee table, diving back into his work, and he hears Cole walk back in, this time with a new shirt on. "What're you working on?"

"A lot," Jean responds with a soft huff, running a hand through his hair at the work he hasn't even touched yet.

"Can I sit with you while you do it?" he asks, and Jean goes to slide over as he answers, but Cole moves to sit on top of him, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on. Jean lets him get comfortable before he gets back to work, his arms wrapped around him.

Cole asks him questions while he works, and Jean laughs softly when he tells him his job involves a lot of math and he scrunched his nose up. Cole falls back asleep for a short time, and you call Jean while he's sleeping.

He holds the phone up as your face appears on the screen, your face still etched in worry. "How's he doing?" you ask in concern, and Jean pans the camera down so that you can see him.

"He said he's feeling better, and he ate the soup." He moves the camera back to him, and you look less worried than you did before. "I can still get Alyssa if you need me to."

"No, it's okay. Hitch said she'd pick her up, and she said she'd check on Cole, too." Jean nods, and you're about to hang up when he stops you.

"He's been reading instead of sleeping recently," he tells you, and you groan as a look of disappointment comes across your face. "But don't beat him up too bad. He already feels bad," he adds.

You sigh as you shake your head, but you're smiling. "Thanks for taking care of him."

He shrugs as he waves you off. "It was nothing. I'll see you when you get home."

"Yeah, see you then." You end the call, and Jean sets his phone down, glancing at Cole before he decides that he needs a break, seeing numbers in his vision.

He leans back a little more, until he's comfortable enough against the couch, making sure to not wake Cole, and the show Cole was watching bored him rather quickly so he changes the channel to something else. He actually doesn't realize he's dozed off until he hears the door opening, raising his head to see who's walking in as he feels an awful cramp in his neck.

Cole wakes up when he does, his eyes lighting up when he sees Alyssa and Hitch walk through the door. "Auntie Hitch? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to check on you, Cole!" she responds cheerfully, keeping her voice low. "How ya feeling?"

"Better! Jean's been taking care of me," he says, sitting up fully, and Hitch crouches down.

"I heard," she says, giving him a look that Jean can't read before looking back at Cole. "Let me do a quick check-up and then you'll be good to go, okay?"

He nods quickly, getting off of Jean and standing as Hitch does the same. She leads him to the bathroom, and Jean sighs as he looks at his work, really, really not wanting to start again, so he grabs his phone, making sure he hadn't missed any calls. But he rolls his eyes when he sees that it's just Connie blowing up his phone with questions and a sly one from Eren that he'll definitely respond to later.

Hitch comes back, sans Cole, and she stands in front of Jean, and he feels like he's been critically judged under her gaze. "We haven't met before," he starts awkwardly, and he doesn't want to say his name because he's pretty sure she already knows it.

"No, we haven't. And if we had, I would've definitely set the two of you up," she says. "So, it would've worked out perfectly."

He chuckles softly as he raises an eyebrow. "Uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome. And she mentioned that you're an accountant, that means you could help me with my taxes, right?" she tacks on quickly after, and he laughs as he nods his head.

"I can, yeah."

"Awesome," she responds before walking to the door, and Jean frowns.

"That's it? There's no test or anything?" he asks carefully, and she waves him off.

"Oh, I'm testing you as we speak, I just wanted to ask that one question. I'll see you around." And then she's out of the door, and Jean is now a little bit more worried than he was before.

Alyssa walks into the room, some of her notebooks in her hand. "Are you busy?" He quickly shakes his head, moving his stuff over.

"What's up?"

She sits next to him as she opens her notes. "It's math again, I just wanna make sure I'm doing this right." She pulls out the work that she's already done, and Jean checks through it, helping her through the things that she didn't do right, and then he helps her with the homework.

"I have a test coming up, but I don't know if I'll actually do well."

"Of course, you will," he opposes. "What do you think you're struggling the most with?"

"Nearly everything," she cringes, looking back at the papers in front of her.

"I'll help you study, and you'll think the test is nothing." She's still a little skeptical, but he tests her on the basic concepts, and he's able to find a website that gives her practice problems and it tells her what she did wrong if she didn't get the answer right.

Cole eventually comes into the room, his book in hand as he finds his way back into Jean's lap. He looks at what Alyssa's working on, giving it a look of disgust before diving back into the book. Alyssa spends about an hour studying, wanting to make sure that she's gotten everything down, and Jean keeps helping her until she thinks she's got it.

Jean focuses on his work again, and Alyssa asks him what he's working on, Jean surprised that she's so curious about something that he would rather not be doing. "You wanna help?" Alyssa nods, and he slides his laptop over to her. "You can check all of the numbers, and make sure they add up." She nods again, moving the laptop so that it's closer to her, and Cole puts the book down.

"Can I help?"

"Sure you can." He grabs a stack of papers and a highlighter, setting it on Cole's lap. "You can read through these and highlight any dollar amounts you see. And then highlight the person's name and the company." He points to them as an example for the first one, and Cole uncaps the marker, doing the first one before setting it on the table.

Jean watches him the first few times, and he's glad he doesn't get highlighter crazy as he turns his attention to some of the other things he can finally have his full attention on.

Neither of them notices when the door opens, and you walk in, freezing when you do, not expecting the scene in front of you, but you find yourself smiling, not wanting to break it up. You slide your phone out of your pocket, quietly taking a picture, and you hide it fast when Alyssa looks your way.

"What are you guys up to?" you ask, sliding your shoes off, your bed literally screaming your name as you walk towards them.

"We're helping Jean with his homework!" Cole informs you excitedly, making you and Jean laugh softly.

"Sounds like you guys are hard at work," you say. "You think you could take a break and eat dinner?" The kids scramble to get up, Alyssa taking the bag from you as they move into the kitchen, and you divert your attention away from them in time to see Jean walking towards you.

"How was the rest of your day?" he asks after his lips leave yours, his hands resting loosely on your waist.

"Manageable," you sigh, your body slumping slightly when he touches you. "Today was more stressful than usual, but I think you knew that already." He smiles at you, pulling you closer to him. "I don't know how I can thank you for staying with the kids."

"I told you, don't worry about it. Seeing Cole feeling better is reward enough." Cole runs up to you, tapping on Jean's arm to get his attention.

"Are you staying for dinner, Jean?" His voice is eager, hoping that he'll say yes.

"I feel like I've been here long enough," he starts, a little hesitant and Cole frowns softly.

"But you have to stay!" he argues. "You've been here all day, you might as well." Jean already feels his resolve breaking.

"If it's okay with your mom." Cole gives him a dumb look, not even looking your way when he answers.

"Of course, it's okay with her, she likes you," he says matter-of-factly, and he doesn't wait for a response before pulling Jean towards the kitchen. You smile widely, quietly following behind them, and Cole sits down at the table,  both him and Alyssa already having their plates at the table.

You make a plate for you and Jean, and then you're moving to the table, Jean sitting next to Cole as you sit across from him next to Alyssa. The table's filled with conversation, and now that Cole's feeling better, he's obviously the loudest one, his attention mostly focused on Jean.

It dawns on Jean pretty quickly that this has probably been the best day he's ever had in a long time. And the only thing he'd done was stay home with the kids. He'd never thought he'd even get the chance, thinking that he was just destined to be by himself for the rest of his life.

But then it also dawns on him that he'll have to leave soon, and the serotonin he was getting suddenly cuts out. He shakes off the feeling, focusing on helping you load the dishwasher when everyone's finished with dinner. You both wash your hands after, and you lean against the counter, crossing your arms over your torso.

"Listen, Jean, I'm sorry that I've kinda thrown you into the parental role all of a sudden. It wasn't intentional, I swear." He sighs quietly as he steps towards you, his hands resting on your elbows.

"You don't have to apologize. I mean it." You look up at him, uncertainty in your eyes. "I really like you, like a lot," he says with a soft laugh. "I'm glad that you've let me in. And if it's okay, I'd love to keep seeing the kids again, and you of course," he tacks on, sarcastically, like it's a final thought, and it makes the both of you laugh lowly between yourselves.

"And I don't know what happened in your past relationships, but I don't see any of this as a burden or anything like that. That's the last thing that I want you to think, and that's the last thing I'll ever think."

You give him a shy smile as you let your head fall, shaking it gently. "You're just too--" You cut yourself off, not knowing how to say it, looking at him again. "I just feel like there isn't enough I could do to pay you back."

"If I can keep seeing you then we can call it even." He moves his arms to wrap around your waist as your smile widens. "And if make some more chocolate chip cookies."

You huff out a laugh as you nod. "Deal." He moves his hand to your cheek when his lips meet yours, actually taking his time to kiss you, hoping he can emphasize the meaning of his words, and how strongly he feels about you.

It's probably too soon to tell you how quickly these strong feelings came about even though you both are about ten steps ahead, and you haven't even had a first date yet.

"If you're done eating his face, Mom. I wanna ask Jean a question." You and Jean pull away in surprise before you laugh, and you raise an eyebrow at your son as Jean walks over to him, crouching down.

"My face is still here, bud. What d'ya need?"

His quick look of disgust morphs into excitement as he bounces on his feet. "I have a soccer game tomorrow, and I wanted to know if you could come."

"Course I can! I got nothing to do, so I'll be there." That makes Cole move enough more before he stops.

"Do you think you can carry me on your shoulders?" Jean has an amused but confused look on his face as he shrugs.

"I might. Why?"

"Because I want you to carry me when I win tomorrow!"

He laughs as he nods in understanding. "I'm pretty sure I can, we can try it out now." He moves onto his hands and knees, and Cole carefully sits on his neck. "You ready?"

Cole nods excitedly, an enthusiastic confirmation coming after, and Jean moves carefully as he sits upright, holding onto his legs before he carefully manages to stand up, keeping a hand on his legs. "I'm so tall," he breathes in amazement, looking around the house like it's a new area. "This is so awesome! I'm gonna be the coolest kid there!"

You laugh despite the feeling of your heart swelling at the scene in front of you, and Jean laughs with you, using one hand to slowly peel away Cole's hands that are gripping onto his face a little too tightly in his excitement.

"Okay, Cole, it's time for you to go to bed," you tell him, hating to break this moment up, and Cole slumps dramatically, Jean having to grab him before he actually falls.

"But it's Friday," he whines, tightening his hold on Jean when he thinks he's going to put him down.

"But you have a soccer game in the morning. You still have to go to sleep." Jean manages to get him down, placing him on his feet. "You can't win if you don't get enough sleep."

"I guess that makes sense," he agrees, turning to face Jean. "Promise you'll come?"

Jean crouches back down, holding his hand out with his pinky extended. "Promise." Cole wraps his smaller finger around his, a smile back on his face. "But you have to promise me that you'll go right to sleep. Deal?"

He rolls his eyes but nods his head anyway. "Deal." His voice is dry before he walks to his room, paying no mind when Alyssa walks past him.

"Are you leaving?" she asks, and he sighs as he nods.

"Yep. I've been up all day, and I got a soccer game to go to tomorrow." She doesn't respond, and he frowns softly in confusion. His eyes widen when she crashes into him, her arms wrapping around him.

"Thanks for helping me with my homework," she says against his shirt, and he smiles as he wraps his arms around her shoulders.

"Of course. That's what I'm here for." She pulls away, giving him a small smile. "And you're gonna ace that test. Just don't study too hard, okay?" She nods again before she walks off, and you try to stop the tears that are threatening to fall from your eyes before Jean can see them when he finally shifts his attention to you.

"Looks like you have a long day tomorrow," you muse, and Jean laughs softly as he shrugs.

"Seems that way. But I never have anything to do on Saturdays, so I'm not complaining."

"Thank you again, Jean. Seriously," you say, putting your hands on his arms, and he meets your lips once, responding when he pulls away.

"You're welcome."

Chapter 7|Masterlist|Chapter 9

[kyean]

Chapter 7: Added Trouble

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: a decent amount of kissing in the beginning, porco’s a real asshole in this series, comfort at the end

Word Count: 2224

A/N: Lmfao, why do I always make porco the bad guy

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You yawn softly as you start to open up shop, and this is probably one of your favorite things to do. You find it incredibly therapeutic, soothing especially when it's just you. You don't have anything to worry about for that certain amount of time, and you just dive into your work.

You hum quietly to the music playing lowly throughout the shop, turning on the ovens as you start making the batter. You nearly scream when you hear a knock on the door, and you carefully peek around the corner, sighing in relief when you see it's Jean.

"God, you scared the hell out of me," you say when you open the door for him.

"Sorry." He's smiling at you as you lock the door back, turning back around. "I was in the area so I thought I'd stop by."

You squint your eyes at him. "At six in the morning?" He gives you a sheepish look, and you raise an eyebrow at him. "Jean, please don't tell me you stayed at work all night again."

"I work better at the office," he offers with a shrug, and you shake your head fondly before walking towards the counter.

What he doesn't tell you is that he hates going home sometimes. It's too quiet for his liking, and the silence only makes him think about how alone he is. If he stays at work, it gives him enough things to divert his thoughts from that.

"Well, since you're here, you can make yourself useful," you jab as he follows you into the kitchen.

"I can tell you right now that I'm probably going to ruin anything I touch." You laugh softly, sliding the uncooked batter into the oven.

"All you have to do is knead the dough." You spread some flour on your hands before showing him what to do. "See? Simple as that." He raises his eyebrows and sighs, but moves towards the counter anyway, putting flour on his hands just like you did.

He lets his arms down so you can drape an apron around his neck before you tie it in a knot around his waist before you look to see how he's doing. "You have to relax, Jean," you tell him. "The dough's not hard."

"I told you," he laughs. "I'm not good with cooking."

You laugh with him before you stop him, moving to where he was standing. "Okay, here, put your hands on top of mine." He's quick to move, any excuse to touch you will not be skipped by him, and he steps behind you, his arms wrapping around you as he places or rather, engulfs his hands over yours.

"See? Nice and smooth." His hands start to mold over yours the more you do it, and then it dawns on him that he's paying attention to how close he is to you instead of the words.

"You're not listening," he hears you say, and he's looking at you, a small grin on his face.

"Sorry," he says, his voice not having an inkling of apologetic in it, and you give him a look, and then he's pressing his lips to yours. He can't help it, you're so close to him, he thinks he would be crazy not to. His hands tighten softly around yours when you deepen the kiss.

"Miss y/n, oh, my God!" You pull away with a quiet yelp when you hear Ymir's sarcastic voice, and you sigh heavily as both of you turn to her. She's laughing to herself as she shakes her head.

"Ymir. What're you doing here this early?" you breathe, but you make no move to leave Jean.

"Clearly interrupting something." You roll your eyes as she turns to Jean. "I think you're becoming a bad influence on her." Jean snorts softly, dropping his head for a second before looking back at her.

"My apologies, Miss l/n, it won't happen again." You and Jean both chuckle at his sarcasm, and Ymir groans quietly. "God, you guys are gross. And I came to tell you that I can't come to work today. I have a huge exam I have to study for."

"Oh, no worries, I get it. But did you have to come in early and tell me that?" you muse.

"Well, I wanted to stop by anyway since I wasn't going to be here, but now I have to wash my eyes out," she complains.

"Yeah, yeah. You don't say anything about this, I don't say anything about you and Historia. Deal?"

She's rolling her eyes as she grumbles, "fine," before she walks towards the door.

"Good luck," Jean says before she can leave, and she turns around to give him thanks and a wave before pushing the door open with her back and walking out.

Jean helps you the best he can but not without pulling you in to kiss you every time you pass by him, and you're done with most of the work before you even open. You ask Jean to pull the last tray out of the oven as you unlock the door and turn the sign to "open" on it.

He helps you fill the display case, and you turn on the coffee makers. Once most of the work is finished, you fall onto the counter, groaning out a sigh. "You gonna survive the rest of the day?"

You can hear the smile in his words, and you sit up, turning to look at him. "Some parts of my job are more taxing than others, but I'll make it." You stand up straight as he walks over to you. "Thanks for helping. And you didn't even ruin anything."

"For now," he adds, and you huff softly as you grab his hands. His lips are on yours again, his hands moving to your waist as he starts to lean into you. "I have to go to work," he says against your lips.

"Well, you're not moving," you tease.

"I don't wanna," he mumbles, and he gives you another chaste kiss before pulling away with a sigh.

"You'll see me again."

"Not soon enough," he moans, letting his head fall back on his shoulders before he actually makes a move towards the door. You follow him to the door, and he gives you one last peck on your forehead.

"Try to have a good day, okay?" you say, and it gets him to smile.

"I'll try."

"Earth to Jean," Eren sighs before he rolls his eyes. He slams the stack of papers in his hand on Jean's desk, making him jump in his chair. "Dude, you've only kissed her and you're already zoning out every ten minutes."

Jean scoffs as he gets back to what he was working on. "What makes you think I kissed her?"

"Because you have the same stupid look on your face you had in high school when Mikasa was dared to kiss you."

"I do not have a stupid look on my face," he denies quickly.

"There's a mirror right there if you wanna try and prove me wrong." Jean rolls his eyes as he leans back in the chair, picking up his phone when it dings, and he smiles when he sees it's from you, and when he glances at Eren, he has a dumb look on his face that says 'I told you so.'

The door opens just as he shoots a response to you, and Connie walks in. "Hey, there's someone here to see you," he starts.

"Connie, you know my schedule's full--" He stops when he sees who walks in behind Connie.

"Don't worry, Jean, I won't be long." Jean sighs heavily as he sits up, resting his arms on his desk.

"Porco, right?" Eren backs away from the desk as he moves to stand next to Connie, the man shrugging when he looks at him. It's been a while since he's had a strong urge to throw someone out the window that wasn't Connie, the stupid smirk on his face making Jean's anger rise even more. "What can I do for you?" he asks calmly after he nods.

"I just wanted to talk to you, nothing more. Preferably alone." He turns to Eren and Connie, and Eren squints his eyes at him as he looks him up and down.

"They stay," Jean finalizes. "What can I do for you?" he repeats, his patience already running thin.

"I just wanted to let you know that you should stop talking to her."

Jean laughs beside himself, rubbing a finger under his nose. "From what I've been told, you're not a problem anymore."

"We're working things out."

"Is that what you call it?" he scoffs. "Clearly, neither of you are on the same page. So, someone's lying," he muses, having way too much fun with the fact that this guy was bold enough to come to his office.

"Who do you think you are, huh?" Jean stands, walking over to him, and he towers over him, which makes Jean smirk softly.

"You are out of the picture. And you're full of shit. And then next time I catch you on my property, I will escort you off myself, preferably with my foot up your ass."

Both Eren and Connie snort, Eren smacking him on the arm as he covers his mouth with his hand. On the other hand, Porco's seething, but he's keeping it under wraps, even though those wraps are about to burst. "And if that is all you wanted to talk about, then I can show you to the door."

Porco scoffs distastefully, showing himself out without another word. "Jeez, you were kidding when you said he was a dick," Connie says when the door closes.

"That was satire, right? Embarrassing can't even describe that whole interaction." Jean shakes his head, and Connie speaks again.

"You held your ground though, Jean. I'm proud of you." Jean rolls his eyes, throwing his hand off of his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah," he dismisses. "We gotta get back to work."

Connie groans as he walks out, and Eren rolls his eyes before following him, closing the door behind him. Jean sighs as he looks over the papers on his desk, but the words don't register in his head. The last thing he's going to do is tell you about Porco finding him and coming to his office, it'll only make you worry more, and he refuses to let him ruin what he's working on with you.

His hopes are diminished when you walk in after you knock, and he's quick to stand and meet you halfway. "What the hell was he doing here?" you ask, frantic, and he rests his hands on your hips to try and settle you.

"He wanted to talk, it was nothing."

"It's not nothing, Jean." You huff in annoyance, and he guides you to look at him with his hand on your cheek when you look away.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. I'm not going to let him ruin anything. He's not going to be a problem for us," he argues, and you sigh as you let your head fall on his chest.

"I know, I know. It's just..." You trail off, your brain too wired to come up with anything else to say. He wraps his arms around you, and you relax against him even more before you look up at him. "I'm fine. You're right."

"I understand why you're worried, but I won't let him get between us, okay? I promise." You give him a nod, a tired look on your face already, and it's only lunchtime. "What were you doing here?" he asks because your presence is completely unexpected for him.

You pull away, holding up the bag you have in your hand. "The school called and said that Cole wasn't feeling well. He said he wasn't feeling so good this morning, but he insisted that he wanted to go to school," you tell him. "I made him some soup, but I can't go get him and stay home with him."

"I'll get him," he says, taking the bag from you. "It's no worries."

"I didn't want to ask you to do this, but I don't have anyone else to ask, and I know you have work to do--"

"Baby, it's okay." He stops your stressed rambling, putting his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down them gently. "I can get him, it's fine."

"Thank you. I put you on the list to pick him up, so you shouldn't have any problems," you add as you rub over your head. "Cole has a house key, so you can use that to get in. And if the soup gets cold, you can pop it in the microwave."

He cups your face with his hands, kissing you on the forehead. "You don't have to worry, alright? I got it covered."

"Thank you, Jean. I owe you one." You sigh again, your body completely frazzled, and he kisses you softly, and he finally feels your body relax again.

"You owe me nothing, okay? I'll stay with Cole, and I'll even get Alyssa, and I'll see you when you get home. And I'll text you how Cole is doing."

You give him another nod, moving in to kiss him again. "Thank you, Jean. Seriously."

"Of course."

Chapter 6|Masterlist|Chapter 8

[kyean]

Chapter 6: You Didn’t Have To Do That

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: connie messing with jean, sasha has a baby lol, there’s a kiss at the end!

Word Count: 3469

A/N: A kiss already? Yeah, I’m not good at slow burns lmao

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"What happened to you last night? You weren't answering your phone." Connie bombards him as soon as he walks into the building, and he shoves him lightly as he shakes his head.

"Nothing. I was busy."

Connie stops walking as he frowns. "Busy doing what?" Jean keeps walking, not bothering to respond. "Oh," he drawls. "You were busy--"

"Doing nothing," he cuts him off, turning around. "Nothing happened," he repeats.

"Well, you obviously went to see her," he concludes. "What happened?" He catches up to him as Jean makes it to the elevator, the latter sighing deeply.

"The father of her kids was there." Connie's eyes widen as Jean stares at the metal doors, anger already starting to form inside of him. "He's a fucking dick." The words from last night echo in his head, the argument keeping him up almost all night.

"Well, did you kick his ass?" Jean scoffs as they enter the elevator.

"No, I didn't kick his ass." She stopped me before I could get to that, he thinks. "I obviously don't know the whole story, but..." He trails off, sighing instead.

"So, we're gonna find him and rough him up, right?" Jean groans as he rubs his forehead.

"We're not doing anything. I don't want to make the situation worse." It's already messy, and getting involved is probably the worst idea, but that doesn't mean it bothers him any less. If he's being honest, he doesn't know what to do. Everything feels like it's too soon, and he's barely known you a month. And he hasn't gotten the chance to ask you out. He's starting to think he'll never get that chance.

"Dude, relax. Everything's gonna work itself out. I was just messing around." Connie puts a hand on his shoulder, and Jean takes a deep breath as he nods. "Don't worry. The situation may not be as bad as we think it is."

Jean hopes he's right.

You groan as you at all of the papers on the table, your stress levels already increasing, and you feel like you're going to pull your hair out any second. You want to flip the table over, or better yet, burn all of them in the oven.

This isn't the first time you've been losing more money than you gain, but this time it seems to be even more severe. "So, what are you going to do?" Ymir sits down next to you, glancing over all of the bills before looking at you.

"I don't know," you admit, sliding your palm up to your forehead. "I guess I'll have to close the place for a while until I can find something."

"Well, I just want you to know that I'm not going anywhere." You laugh softly as you shake your head.

"I can't pay you, Ymir. You're better off elsewhere right now."

"I'm not going anywhere," she states, standing her ground. "You helped me when I really needed it, even with college. I'm not leaving."

She stands, collecting her things before heading towards the door. "Ymir, seriously--"

"See you tomorrow, Miss y/n." She walks out the door, signaling the end of the conversation, and you huff softly before looking back down at the bills.

You really don't know what you could do, you've already put so much money into this place, and you can't give up on it now. You groan again as you let your head fall onto the table, the day's events starting to catch up to you.

You jump when the bell on the door rings, and you turn towards the door, ready to tell whoever it is that you're closed. "Jean!" Your eyes widen as you try to discreetly hide all of the bills, but you're failing horribly. "What are you doing here?"

He's smiling when he walks in, but it starts to fade as he walks closer. "I saw the light was still on, so I was checking on you," he explains, his voice underlined with concern. "What's going on?"

You laugh softly as you wave him off, stacking the bills as you continue the conversation. "Oh, you know, just paperwork." Your laugh is weak, and you know he doesn't believe you. "Well, thanks for checking on me. I'm fine, and I'm probably gonna close up--"

You're getting up, about to walk away, and he grabs your arm, pulling you softly to face him. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

You sigh as you let your arms fall slightly, the red stamp of overdue written across one of the papers coming into his sight, and his face drops even more. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because it's not your problem, Jean," you groan, tucking the sheets back into your arms. "This has happened before, and I always find a way out of it."

"But it's worse now, isn't it?" You roll your eyes, but he doesn't let you move when you try. "I can help."

"No, Jean." You shake your head before smiling at him. "You've done enough already. I can't ask you to do that."

"You don't have to ask. I want to," he urges, and you shake your head again.

"Jean, I'm fine. You don't have to worry," you tell him. "I'll work it out."

~

"Ymir," you scold, sliding the muffins into the oven. "What are you doing here?" You turn around, wiping your hands off on your apron as she puts hers on.

"What do you mean? I'm working," he answers simply, and you groan softly. "I told you I wasn't leaving. And I don't have class today, so you're stuck with me."

She walks away, moving over to the register, giving you a huge grin as you fill the display case, shaking your head. You slide the door closed, setting the pan on the counter, turning your attention to the next tray you have ready.

"Excuse me, are you y/n?" You look up to see a woman standing in front of the display case across from you.

"Yes, I am. How can I help you?" you ask politely, and you raise an eyebrow when he pulls out a small envelope from her pocket.

"My boss wanted me to give this to you." She hands it to you, more on the forceful side, and your frown deepens as you look at it.

"Boss?"

"Jean." You blink once at her answer, but then she's heading towards the door. "Have a nice day." You don't respond, just watch her walk out of the door, and Ymir looks over your shoulder.

"What was that about?" You shrug, before turning the envelope over to open. "Your boyfriend's giving you gifts now?"

You huff softly as you slide whatever's in it out. "He's not my boyfriend--holy shit."

Ymir's expression mirrors yours as she looks at the check in your hand. "Holy shit," she echoes. "That is a good amount of zeroes."

You groan once you get over your initial shock, folding the check and putting it in your pocket. There's something else in the envelope, and you pull it out, reading the words on the blank slip of paper.

And no, you can't return it :)

"Yeah, and he's not your boyfriend," Ymir scoffs, walking off, and you look back at the note, shaking your head as you huff softly.

You stand in front of a pretty decent-sized building, the structure itself four stories tall before you walk in, and you're pretty sure the inside is nicer than the outside. You're trying not to look lost as you walk into the lobby as you suddenly feel very underdressed in a place like this. "Oh, hey! What brings you here?"

You turn to the voice, the familiar-looking man with the buzz cut leaning against the receptionist desk. "Connie, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. And this jerk that wrongfully hit on you is Eren." You look over at him, and he rolls his eyes before looking back down at his phone.

"I'll tell Jean that you're sucking up to his girl," he starts. "He'll probably fire you." He lets out an indignant squawk as Eren smirks at him. "That's who you're looking for, right?"

"Yeah, I am. I need to talk to him, and I decided to bring him lunch." You hold up the bag of food, and Connie audibly gasps. "And I brought extra." Eren pushes Connie out of the way before he can get to it, Eren gently taking it from you.

Connie manages to snag the bag from him, using his body to block him from reaching it. "Guys, I'm pretty sure there's enough for both of you," you say, laughing at them softly, and Eren manages to get Connie out of the way, moving him to the side.

Connie narrows his eyes at him before turning to you. "Thanks for the food, and speaking of food, let me just go ahead and call up the owner of this building," he says playfully, pulling out his phone and your eyes widen.

"Jean owns this building?"

"Oh yeah," Connie responds nonchalantly with a wave of his hand. "He's had this place for about a couple of years now, really made a name for himself."

"Connie!"

He jumps before he can get the phone to his ear, turning around as he softly curls into himself. "Hey, boss, I was just making small talk, you know?"

Eren chuckles to himself as he munches on a muffin, and Jean glares at Connie as he walks towards you. "I didn't think you would actually show up," he tells you softly, and you tilt your head at him as you shrug.

"You said you were planning on skipping lunch, so I brought you some." He huffs as he looks down before looking back at you.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Oh?" you quip. "Just like you didn't have to do this?" You pull the check out of your pocket, waving it in front of him between your fingers. He gives you an uneasy sigh as he rubs the back of his neck.

Connie makes an instigating noise, making the both of you look at him. Jean rolls his eyes before guiding you to the elevator, and Eren hits his shoulder making Connie give him a confused look. "You think I'm gonna get fired?"

"You're on your way there, Connie. You're on your way there."

"Why didn't you tell me that you had your own building?" you mock with no heat behind it.

"I don't really like to tell people that. Connie's the one always boasting about it," he admits.

"I don't blame him, that's something you should be proud of."

"I am," he says, stepping out of the elevator, leading you to his office. "I just don't like to gloat about it." He grimaced when he opens the door, glancing your way as he guides you through the mess. "Sorry about this."

"Don't worry about it, you should see mine," you joke, and you let him close the door behind you, but you don't move. "Is there anywhere that I can put this? I would really hate to ruin your work."

"The floor is the best bet," he sighs. "Moving all of this will do more harm than good."

You sit down on the floor in front of his desk, before you start pulling out the food. "Aren't you gonna eat?"

"It does smell really good," he admires, fighting himself inside of his head.

"You have to eat, Jean," you coax, and he finally gives in, sitting next to you.

"You sound like my mom," he says lightly, and you hum softly as you pass him a couple of containers.

"Your mom is a smart woman."

"That she is." He starts eating, and he swears there's nothing bad you can make. He's even convinced that you can make him love the foods that he doesn't like.

You're both resting your backs against his desk when you're finally done, and he looks your way when he sees your hand moving towards him. "Jean, I seriously can't take this--"

He grabs your hand, curling your fingers back over the check softly. "I know what you said, but if you need help, I can help, and I want you to let me." He can tell you're still hesitant about taking it, and he fully puts his hand in yours.

"It's just me. I've got money, and if I spend it, I'm going to use it to help people, so take it," he insists. "And I don't see you any lesser. At all. I want you to know that."

You sigh softly, smiling. "Thank you, Jean." He hadn't even realized that he was holding your hand, letting it go to let you put the check back in your pocket.

"And you don't have to pay me back, so don't even try it." Your laugh echoes off the walls, and he knows for a fact that for the first time in a while, his office gets brighter.

"So, why did you really come to my house the other night?" The question follows quickly after your laugh, not giving Jean enough time to react to what you've said.

He doesn't know what to say. Should he tell you the truth? Is right now a good time? He has too many questions, and that makes him afraid to answer honestly. What if you reject him? If that happens, then he doesn't know what he'll do.

His phone rings, and he's quick to grab it out of his pocket, thankful for the distraction, and he frowns when Niccolo's name is on the screen. "Niccolo? Is everything okay?"

"It's Sasha! The baby's coming, and--!" He's saying a lot too fast, Jean can barely understand him.

"Okay, okay, just relax! We'll meet you at the hospital, just stay calm." He doesn't know if he can hear him, and then Niccolo hangs up, making Jean stand up quickly.

"You drive?" you ask, and he's grabbing his keys and his wallet before the both of you rush to the door.

When you both get to the lobby, Eren and Connie are sharing one of the sandwiches you brought, and they raise their eyebrows as they watch you run out. "Baby's on the way, we're meeting them at the hospital."

That's the only information Jean gives them, and you disappear out of the door.

"God, she's so beautiful," you whisper softly, holding the newborn in your arms. "You did good, Sasha."

She hums quietly, her eyes half-open. "I'm tired," she murmurs, and you laugh softly.

"Well, the toughest part is over," you encourage, and she gives you a tired smile. You look down again, remembering when your kids were that small before you make quiet small talk with Sasha.

Jean jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and he turns his head to see Niccolo standing next to him. "You're staring," he comments, and he feels his face go hot as he clears his throat. "Don't sweat it, I don't think she noticed," he whispers after a quick chuckle.

Jean can't help but look at you again, and he feels himself smiling again, your image like the final puzzle piece he's been missing, and Niccolo luckily interrupts his thoughts again. "Did you do it?"

Jean knows what's he's referring to, and he sighs as he shakes his head. "Something came up." Niccolo frowns, and Jean makes sure you're still talking to Sasha before looking at him. "He was at her house when I got there."

"He's back?" His exclamation is toned down so that you and Sasha can't hear him.

"Alyssa said that he's been coming over more recently lately." Niccolo sighs in frustration but masks it quickly when you walk over to them.

"What are you guys talking about?" Your attention quickly shifts to the baby in your arms before looking at them again.

"Who she'll look like the most," Niccolo says without missing a step.

"I think she'll look like Sasha," you input. "She's got her eyes."

"You haven't seen her eyes," Jean muses, and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, but when I do, I know they'll look like hers," you argue. Niccolo laughs softly before walking over to Sasha, crouching down beside her, rubbing her forehead softly before kissing her gently.

"You wanna hold her?" you ask, making Jean panic for a split second as his eyes dart from you to the baby. "Don't be scared," you huff quietly. You bring her over to him, and he doesn't even know how to hold a baby, and he tries to copy what you were doing, but his hands are so much bigger than her and his arms are long, and he's afraid he might do something wrong.

But you guide him through it, and you laugh lowly, pushing on his shoulder. "You can relax, Jean, you're not gonna hurt her."

He sighs as he looks at you, smiling lightly, and you're looking at her again. "She's so cute," you coo, bouncing on your toes a little.

"Yeah, she is," he responds, but he's distracted. You're so close, and he could admit why he was really at your house, and he thinks that he has doesn't have too much to lose if he tells you, but just as he gets the courage, the door opens.

"Sorry we're late," Eren says as soon as he walks into the room. "Connie can't drive for shit."

"You're already cussing in front of the baby?" Jean chastises, and Connie gasps loudly before speed walking over to Jean.

"Let me see my niece," he says excitedly, and Jean rolls his eyes before carefully handing her to him. "She's so tiny."

"She's a baby?" Connie gives Eren a look before walking off, rocking her in his arms carefully.

"I should probably get you back, right?" Jean asks, and you wave him off.

"If you wanna stay longer, I'm okay with that. Ymir's covering for me." You look at your watch, grimacing when you see how much time has passed. "Well, I didn't know we were here for that long."

"I can drive you back, it's no trouble." You nod before saying your goodbyes before you're leaving the room. The whole car ride back to his office, Jean's having a war in his head. If he says something before he gets there, it could make the rest of the ride awkward, and he would really like to avoid that.

You distract him for most of it by talking to him, and he keeps the conversation going, wanting a break from his conflicting thoughts. He pulls into the parking lot, putting the car in park, and you gather your stuff before looking at him.

"Thanks for driving me. I'll see you later," you say, your hand on the door, and he nods but his brain has a mind of its own, grabbing your hand before you can get the door open.

You look at him in confusion, and he takes a deep breath before letting it out. "I was going to ask you out." It takes a while for him to look at you, but when he does, he feels his whole body relax when he sees you're smiling.

"Why didn't you just say so?" you genuinely ask, turning in the seat to face him.

"Because he was there, and I didn't know if it was the right time or if it was too soon, and I didn't want you to think--" You cut him off by squeezing his hand.

"You don't have to worry about him," you state first. "He's not going to be a problem." He hears the tone in your voice change, and he squeezes your hand this time for a split second. "And if you still want to ask me out, it's a yes."

He can't help but smile widely. "Yeah?"

You chuckle softly as you nod your head. "Yes. But I'm not gonna have a free night any time soon," you add, and he shrugs.

"I get it, I'll be free whenever you are." Your smile widens, and you lean in, placing your hand on the side of his face, and your hands are so soft, he can feel himself melting in your touch.

He can't help but follow when you move, and he doesn't even realize that he's holding his breath, sighing when his lips meet yours. He hasn't had a feeling like this in so long, and he quickly notices that as he kisses you, he's missed feeling like this.

He's slow to open his eyes when you pull away, still trying to make sure that it actually happened and he's not dreaming. "I'll see you around?" Your words brush against his lips, and he feels goosebumps rise on his skin as he quickly nods his head.

"Definitely."

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