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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Ten- 𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

TW: Themes about body image later on in this chapter. 

Early morning November rays bid you no pleasure of gentleness to your eyes as they begin to creep open. The bitter sting in your vision makes you seethe with slight annoyance, and you instinctively turn your head away from the brightness. The left side of your jaw presses into your shoulder, a small act of defiance against the intrusive light, while your eyes squeeze shut to rid yourself of the pain from the sunlight. As the warmth of the sun seeps into the room, it mingles with the remnants of sleep clinging to your mind, creating a disorienting haze that leaves you momentarily suspended between dreams and reality.

You feel a soft buzz from underneath your pillow, instantaneously you realize that it must be your cell phone.

As you shift, the soft sheets envelop you like a warm embrace, and the scent of clean cotton whisks your nostrils, inviting you to inhale deeply the subtle yet pleasurable fragrance. The aroma is a comforting one, almost reminiscent of fresh laundry and sun-drenched morning, but this all feels oddly foreign to you.

You attempt to open your eyes again, blinking a few times in the process, but this time, it is successful. Your eyelids peel open with just another few blinks or so, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The world around you begins to take shape and you notice a wall much different than your room wall greets your vision. A steady blink followed by another and just one more, the realization both crashing around you and settling in all at once.

Though the natural sunlight is bleeding through the blinds, the room itself is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls and delving into the crevices of the corners and molding. Still, your eyes are pinned on the unfamiliar photographs stuck to the wall, as well as a poster, and meanwhile, a hint of that oh-so-familiar cologne is lingering in the air. A flicker of confusion stirs within you, but the warmth of the bed keeps you anchored, lulling you into a sense of security.

Wide eyeballs trace back to regular positioning and your breathing returns to normal after a moment of panic that originally set in was now washing away. You had forgotten until now that you spent the night with Jean in his bed.

Side by side with him.

Regardless of the previous times you and Jean rolled around with one another, this moment felt raw.

Intimate.

Casting your head to the right, squinting against the relentless assault from the sun. You notice how the light catches the long, tousled strands of his hair, illuminating them brightly. It is a striking sight vested upon you, and for a moment you are captivated. The warmth of the morning light bathing the room, and you can't help but feel a mix of awe and vulnerability at the reality of this moment. A moment that is both intimate and disarming, a reminder that you are here, in Jean's room after a long night shared.

You watch as the naked muscles of Jean's back contort and tense up with each soft subtle breath he sucks in and pushes out while still sound asleep. His face burrowed into toned folded arms while lying partially on his side, but the majority of his weight lay flat on his stomach. Upon further inspection, you couldn't help but notice the thin reddish-pink claw marks that burned into his skin that your nails had etched into his back from the night prior. You begin to feel your insides curl at the remembrance of last night's activities with the tall man.

Fingertips of yours grow greedy, no, needy, to feel him even though that's all you did last night was feel him. Reaching forward your hand raises to his back, allowing a ginger touch to brush against his smooth but marked skin. Instantaneously the muscles in his back twitch at the contact of the foreign feel from your fingertips against his body. Hesitantly, your hand pulls away partially and your eyes cut to view and see if he began to wake or not.

After a moment of hesitation and with no sign of Jean coming to, you continue your free-for-all by feeling the marks alongside his back... and muscles. This is when you also notice subtle but faded bruising marked across his warm skin. You couldn't but help feel a little guilty to see him marked in such a manner, markings from you, though the marks were a remembrance of a night full of pleasure and fun.

Eyelashes flutter through rapid blinks whenever you feel the sudden shift and deep rise and exhale press out of Jean's chest. You peel away from the boy in hopes he has no clue of you feeling on his body in a curious notion.

Jean's head tilts to the side closest to you, "mmm... why'd you stop?" his voice is rugged from partial consciousness.

His question catches you completely off guard, and you freeze in your place without an idea of what to say, or what to think. You can feel your face rise in temperature by a degree or two from the utter embarrassment of being caught red-handed from caressing his back.

The comforter is assaulted by your fingernails as your fingers curl into the blanket. You hoist the thick material up and across your face to cover yourself. The edge of the comforter dusts over your face, covering everything just south of your lower eyelids and down. The tip of your nose presses into the material of the comforter as you inhale the scent of sheer cashmere. The scent that not too long ago you were greeted with for the first time, but now the scent you found yourself longing to breathe in.

Jean's rising shoulders catch your gaze as you watch his left arm stretch up and behind him, aimlessly searching for you. When his palm finally finds your hip, he cups onto your body and rubs you gently for a moment, a tender gesture that sends a shiver through you. He exhales deeply through his nose, a sound that resonates with the lingering remnants of sleep, before turning his body to face you directly. The moment feels intimate as if he's pulling you to be in his world with him, and you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest.

His eyes carve open and dig into you as he stares at your mostly exposed face.

"Are you seriously trying to hide from me right now?" A hint of humor coats Jean's tongue.

The hold you once had placed on the blanket to protect yourself from Jean's viewing of the state you were in dampens, and wearily the blanketed protection peels away. The corners of Jean's lips perk up into a slight smile once your face is fully uncovered and for him to view. This is when you notice how close he was to you exactly, the front of his body just inching away from yours. And it didn't even phase you in the slightest of the possibility of illuminating morning breath.

"Not a chance," the grooves of the corners of his mouth remain pinned to a grin as sure enough his head tilts towards yours.

The cupping of your face with his palm soothes you and you bleed into his fingers as his kiss-parched lips ghost over yours. Naturally, your lashes flutter to a close whilst anticipating the familiar yet exhilarating buzz of Jean's lips on yours.

The morning calmness soothing not only you but Jean as well, basking in the moment of intimate serenity together before divulging in a kiss.

The moment does not last long whenever your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as the sound of Jean's bedroom door thrashes open. Behind the door crashing to the wall with quickness is the sound of a heavy leaded foot. Your eyes dazzle open and with eyelashes fluttering rampantly, you duck closer to Jean's sculpted body for covered protection.

Without the turn of a head or even the slightest inclination to direct his attention to the door that was abruptly open.

"Piss off Jaeger-"

"Well, good morning to you too, Mr. Sunshine," there's a moment of silence before Eren speaks once more. "C'mon, it's time for the gym; classes were canceled due to the snowstorm last night."

"My previous statement remains the same," Jean's eyes match the tone of his voice as they cut toward Eren like a pair of daggers.

"Can't have two rest days back-to-back," Eren's voice trails off to the distance, "you of all people know that."

The bedroom door softly clicks shut, and with that, Jean drops his head to the mattress underneath him. A huff of an exhale escapes his nostrils with force, and you watch as his back rises and then deflates altogether as if Jean accepted his defeat (Eren being right). After a moment of internal self-reflection, Jean turns his head to face you again. A hint of annoyance pinches at his brow from the interaction, but his eyes remain softened and engrossed when looking at you.

"You must have a strict gym routine, huh?" you ask with a tone of amusement.

"Believe it or not, Eren and I have held each other accountable for working out ever since we decided to start taking the gym seriously." Jean lets out a sigh, "he's just doing his part so I can't be too annoyed."

"How long have you been working out for?" you ask, more than curious to see how long he has been at it considering how good he currently already looks.

Jean pauses momentarily while trying to remember correctly for an answer to your question, "Sometime during my freshman year, I can't remember exactly, but I do know it hasn't even been a year yet since I don't think."

"I'm not sure how you think of or how you might view yourself, but I just wanted to say that you look really good so far, Jean, I can tell that you are truly dedicated and the work shows," the words leave your mouth faster than you truly realize what it is exactly you were saying.

The look on Jean's face was already an enamored one, but somehow his demeanor manages to sift and change to a much softer, more raw, expression. It is as if, somehow, he had never heard those words of true admiration expressed to him before. This thought you found to be a little unbelievable, but based on his reaction, it seemed to be more true than not. But based on the current expression that Jean wore on his face let you know just how impactful and heavy your words were to him.

The tension on the corner of his lips lessens as his mouth slopes open, the pupils of his eyes practically vibrating as he stares at you in awestruck. Jean, not quite sure of what to say, his mouth clamps shut to prevent a spew of word vomit. You watch how his thin eyebrows pull and pinch at the center as an abrupt wave of discontent casts over his face momentarily and vanishes faster than it even appeared.

"That means a lot to me, truthfully," Jean's voice is earnest as he speaks your name, "a while ago something happened and I was made to feel lesser of myself based on my looks by someone I thought cared about me, but that wasn't true."

Jean's ex.

You thought to yourself.

Then and there, you remember the brief conversation that you had with Marco just yesterday evening. You recall what it was exactly the freckle-kissed boy exposed to you about the insight of the experience Jean had with his ex.

In accordance to Marco, Jean has been in a dark place and the aftermatch he had with his ex was not a pretty one, to say the least. Jean expressing to you this sensitive information was all the confirmation that Marco was right and had told you the truth yesterday.

And with all of this knowledge of information being pieced together absolutely made your chest sink.

Everything was adding up in your head as the bits of information were being combed throughout your head. This is why Jean must be so adamant about going to the gym now. He must've been so scorned by his ex in such an atrocious way all things you know to be considered. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it was hard for you not to piece things together in such a way.

But, for Jean's sake, you chose the ladder, "whoever made you feel that way about yourself is such a loser to say the very least."

Cringing inwardly, the words leave your mouth faster than your brain could process. There was a moment of regret, but what you said is truly how you felt. There was no mistaking that.

When Jean's lips curl into a delicate smile, it releases the breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, a soft exhale that escapes your nostrils with a rush of relief. The warmth of his expression washes over you, easing the tension that had unknowingly settled in your chest.

Jean says your name through his worn smile, "Thank you, and I would have to agree with you on that one."

"Is that why you have bruises all over your body..." Again, the words spill from your lips faster than you could think. "From the gym, I mean," your fingertips lift forward and gingerly lay on Jean's skin, ghosting a faded bruise etched into his body.

"Wha.." the words fall from his tongue in a confused manner before his face sparks with realization, "I didn't think you'd notice those, they're so frequent to me I've become blind to them. But yes, the bruises you see are from the gym and also fighting with Eren."

Not one, but both of your brows pin upward without the intention of lowering until further clarification.

Jean breathes a hearty chuckle, "Eren and I like to practice boxing sometimes after a workout, it's nothing serious but it is fun to me at least."

Your eyelashes flutter together as you blink once, twice, and then a third time, trying to process this new layer of Jean. You're learning things about him faster than you anticipated, and the idea that he and Eren spend their time playfully beating each other up is both surprising and oddly endearing. The thought of Jean enjoying it makes a smile tug at your lips from the thought of it all.

"Y'know... If Floch causes too much of a problem for you, I can act as your side muscle," he continues, his tone light and teasing. "Yeah, I could protect you—or at least make the guy feel a bit uneasy."

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you're taken aback. The idea that he would go out of his way to offer you protection, sends a flutter of warmth through you. You're not even sure what Jean thinks of you, and yet here he is, casually stepping into the role of your defender. To be fair, you realize that Jean had been in that role for a bit already, considering how he reacted back at the Halloween party with you. How he held onto you and kissed you for the dare in the attempt for Floch to see. How he was there for you and shielded you away whenever you saw Floch and Mina together on the dance floor together and took you home.

But then, as if realizing the weight of what he just said, a playful grin spreads across his face. "I mean, I'm not saying I'm some kind of superhero or anything," he adds, his voice lightening the mood. "More like a really enthusiastic sidekick. Just don't expect me to wear a cape or anything."

You can't help but laugh, the tension easing as you see the playful glint in his eyes. It's a moment of levity, but beneath it, you sense something deeper—a connection that leaves you both curious and a little breathless.

"What's your favorite workout tune?"

Jean practically blurts out his response as soon as you finish your question, "The 9th Circle, and now that I am thinking about it, I'm pretty sure that was the song I was listening to whenever you ran into me whenever I was on that run."

"Oh yeah..." you giggle nervously, but ultimately, a smile peels at your lips, reminiscing that moment and how you were lying with Jean in his bed at this very second.

The conversation flows easily, and you find yourself lost in the moment, but soon enough, you feel a twinge of guilt wash over you. Eren is probably waiting for Jean to head to the gym, and you don't want to keep him from his routine.

"I should probably get going," you say, trying to keep your tone light despite the heaviness in your chest.

The center of his eyebrows creases together in a disapproving fashion, that, or a confused one, "Wait, why so fast?"

He almost seemed to be hurt by your confession.

"I don't want to hold you back from your workout." There was a dreadful sigh from you, "plus, Eren's probably waiting for you."

Jean's expression shifts slightly, and a hint of disappointment flickers in his pale eyes. "At least let me make you some breakfast first," he insists, his voice earnest. "You can't leave on an empty stomach, especially after last night."

Especially after last night...

His offer hangs in the air, and you can't help but feel a warmth spread through you at his thoughtfulness or from his last remark.

"I can whip up an omelet. My mom used to make them for me all the time when I was a kid, It's a tradition at this point," he adds to his prior suggestion, his tone brightening while his large palm remains on your hip. The offer now seems to be way too good to pass up.

Your heart warms at the thought of him sharing a piece of his childhood with you. "That sounds great, Jean," you reply, a smile spreading across your face.

As Jean swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, you can't help but admire the way he moves—each motion fluid and confident. The morning light spills across his skin, highlighting the contours of his back and shoulders, and you find yourself momentarily captivated by the sight.

He stretches, arms reaching high above his head, and you can't help but notice the way his muscles flex and ripple. Though it's a sight that sends a flutter of warmth through you, you also can't help but feel a little disappointed by the absence of Jean's embrace.

Jean strides over to his closet, the fabric of his pajama pants shifting against his skin as he rummages through the hangers. You watch, entranced, as he searches for something within his closet. The way his back muscles shift and flex under the morning light still drew your gaze.

Finally, he pulls out a baggy t-shirt, the fabric soft and worn, and huffs it on over his head. As he does, the shirt drapes loosely over his frame, but it does little to hide the definition of his arms and the subtle curve of his torso. You can't help but admire how the shirt accentuates his physique, the way it clings just enough to hint at the strength beneath.

As he turns to face you, a playful grin spreads across his face, and you can feel your cheeks warm at being caught in the act of watching him. "Ready for breakfast?" he asks, his voice light and teasing as if he can sense the way you've been checking him out.

"Definitely," you reply, trying to keep your tone casual, but the flutter in your stomach gives you away. You follow him into the kitchen, and the air between you is charged with an unspoken connection that lingers in the space, making the moment feel even more intimate.

Once in the kitchen, Jean begins to gather ingredients, and you watch as he expertly cracks eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a practiced hand. The sound of the eggs mixing fills the air, and you lean against the counter from the center island, feeling a sense of comfort in the domesticity of the moment.

Eren's voice suddenly cuts through the atmosphere as he re-enters the kitchen. "Dude, are you serious? The earlier the better, it's going to be packed out by the time we get there."

Jean rolls his eyes, not missing a beat as he continues to prepare the omelet mixture. "Chill, Eren. Breakfast is important. You can't just skip the gains," Jean glances at Eren, "you of all people should know that."

Eren huffs a now playful tone, "I want mine with spinach, ham, and cheese." Eren turns his head to look at you then back to Jean who was still scowling at him, "She hittin' the gym with us?"

You chuckle softly at their banter, feeling a sense of camaraderie with both of them. "I'd love to join you guys at the gym, but it's about time I probably head back to my dorm," you answer Eren, trying to keep the mood light.

As the omelets cook, the aroma fills the kitchen, and you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment. Jean plates the food- Eren included- and all three of you sit at the large kitchen island, the atmosphere relaxed and easy.

"This is so good," you say after taking a bite, genuinely impressed.

Jean beams at the compliment, and you can see how much he enjoys cooking. "Thanks! I've had a lot of practice from- well, childhood until now," he replies, a hint of pride in his voice.

After finishing your meal, you clean up the kitchen together, minus one Eren Jaeger. Once the dishes are done and the kitchen has been properly reset to its original state, you stand in the foyer, glancing around in search of Jean, who disappeared quickly after you packed a small disposable bag full of your belongings.

Just as you begin to wonder where he might have gone, hurried footsteps echo from the top of the staircase. You take a few steps forward, craning your neck to catch a glimpse, and your heart skips a beat as Jean appears, descending the stairs with a duffel bag slung casually over one shoulder.

"I'm taking her home first, and then we can hit the gym," he calls out, glancing back over his shoulder toward the hallway, likely addressing Eren.

A disgruntled groan floats back from Eren, but Jean's attention quickly shifts back to you, his face breaking into a warm smile that makes your heart flutter. He's changed into a fresh outfit—a black fitted cap perched atop his head, with a few rebellious strands of hair peeking out from the back and sides, framing his face in a way that adds to his effortless charm that he isn't aware of. He wears new bottoms and sneakers, though he still has on the same shirt from earlier, the fabric clinging to his frame in a way that makes you acutely aware of his presence.

"Ready to head out?" he asks, his voice light and inviting as he reaches the foot of the stairs, with a folded hoodie of his in hand. The warmth of his smile envelops you, and you can't help but return it, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of spending more time together even though it was to part and say goodbye.

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The truck's wheels groan in protest as the aging vehicle shudders to a halt inside the parking lot just near your dorm building. You blink up at the red brick walls just ahead of you, and a wave of realization washes over you, grounding you in the stark reality of the moment.

You feel a twinge of reluctance to exit his truck and make the trek back to your dorm room, the feeling portrayed without realizing it as your fingernails begin to dig into the hem of Jean's fleece hoodie that you were now wearing.

Your fingertips begin to unclasp the seatbelt from the hold it had over your body before Jean erupts with a likely proposal.

"Let me walk you to your room." His offer is more like a statement rather than a question awaiting your approval.

Without saying anything in response, your lips curl upward into a smile, and you bob your head in response to his question. Jean practically throws his seatbelt off of his body, and he is already on the go as soon as you give the boy your answer.

When Jean reaches the passenger side of the truck, he opens the door for you, the metal creaking slightly as he leans in. "After you," he says with a playful grin.

You can't help but smile as you slide out of the cab, grasping his hand for support as your other hand collects your bag of possessions while your feet meet with the ground beneath you. The solid thud of the heavy metal door echoes in the quiet parking lot as Jean secures the truck door behind you with a firm latch. Jean steps back after locking his truck, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he releases your hand from his.

After a brief moment, he turns to you, his expression softening. "Ready to head up? Also, let me carry that for you," he suggests, taking your bag.

You nod, though a sense of reluctance stirs in your gut at the impending goodbye that looms shortly ahead.

The morning air is crisp, and the chill bites at your skin, but the warmth radiating from Jean beside you keeps the coldness at bay while the two of you embark on your journey. He walks closely beside you, his shoulder brushing against your arm every now and then, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the intimacy of the moment even though you had done more together than just bump shoulders. The snow crunches beneath your feet with each footstep, and the world around you feels invigoratingly fresh and new. The sun breaks through the thin veil of white clouds, casting a warm glow on the blankets of snow and causing the crystalline landscape to shimmer and sparkle brilliantly.

"Thanks again for breakfast and everything else in between," you say, glancing up at him. His expression is soft, and you can see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Of course, anytime," he replies, his voice low and warm. "And I'm glad you liked the food."

You both walk in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of your footsteps mingling with the distant laughter of students enjoying the snow day. The campus is partially alive, but in this moment, it feels like it's just the two of you.

"Hey," Jean suddenly says, breaking the silence. "I had a good time with you last night. I mean, I know it was just... You know... but I enjoyed being with you."

His words send a rush of warmth through you, and you can't help but smile, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact so your eyes watch the ground before you. "Me too. It was nice to just... have fun and not think about anything else." You manage the courage to look back at the man beside you.

He nods, his gaze focused ahead, but you can see the way how his jaw tightens slightly as if mustering up the courage to say something. "I'd like to see you again if you're up for it. I mean, not just for... you know, that." He gestures vaguely, and you can't help but laugh softly at his awkwardness.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you reply, your heart racing at the thought of Jean wanting to see you just because, and not due to your little arrangement that was made. "I'd really like that."

As you approach your dorm, the reality of the moment settles in, and your feet begin to feel as heavy as bricks of concrete. You're about to part ways, and there's no telling when you will cross paths again. A part of you feels a pang of disappointment in your chest. You want to linger in this moment with him, to stretch it out just a little longer.

Jean stops in front of your dorm, his expression serious now. "I'll text you, okay? We can figure something out."

"Definitely," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitates for a moment, and after biting the bullet, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The warmth of his lips lingers on your skin, and you can't help but smile as you pull back to meet his gaze. On the outside, you remain cool, calm, and collected, but on the inside, you are about to explode... or implode.

A brief silence envelops the two of you, thick with tension as unspoken words dangle in the heavy air. Thoughts of yours swirl in your mind, racing to find their way to your lips for translation. But, your tongue feels heavy refusing to move and so it stays pinned in its place, tucked behind your teeth. Meanwhile, Jean, likely berating himself for his boldness, seems unfazed, his gaze steady and unwavering as it remains locked onto you.

"See you soon," Jean finally breaks the silence, his voice low and sincere as the bag of your belongings transitions from his hand to yours, his long fingers brushing against yours, and you do your best to savor the feel of his touch.

"See you soon," you echo, watching as he turns to walk away.

You stand there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his presence still lingering in the air before you finally turn to head inside. As you enter, the space is quiet and empty, and you realize that Ymir and Christa are nowhere in sight. After closing the door and locking it behind you, you glide over to your bed and sit on the edge of the mattress, simultaneously releasing the bag from your grasp onto the floor at your feet.

Your high heels.

You can't help but acknowledge that you look like a hot mess, clad in Jean's borrowed clothes and teetering on the heels from the night before, but they were the only choice. The state of your hair is best left unexamined, and you cringe at the thought of how you must have appeared in front of him, even though he seemed completely unfazed.

Without wanting to even simply entertain the thought of the high possibility of others on campus casting sight upon you, you pull out your phone for a cause of distraction.

The screen illuminates with a flood of neglected notifications that have piled up over time. As you begin to scroll aimlessly through the clutter, a fresh notification from Instagram pops up at the top, with several other notifications from the app stacked behind it.

This one in particular you couldn't possibly ignore.

Your heart skips a beat when you see it—Jean has liked a photo you were tagged in. Then, another notification- Jean has now followed you on Instagram. A smile spreads across your face, and you can't help but feel giddy at the thought of him wanting to stay connected. Your thumb presses on the most recent notification, and it launches the page, and sure enough, Jean.K has followed you.

Jean liked a photo you were tagged in.

You go to this mysterious post you were tagged in and notice the originating account is from Armin... who had also somehow found your account and bid himself the pleasure of following you. Sure enough, a photo from last night's dinner had been uploaded to his account most recently. The corners of your lips remain pinned upward as you view the photo and examine Jean sitting next to you. How the proximity between the two of you seemed to be a little more than just friendly.

This explains the hoard of notifications cultivated from Instagram.

Deciding to return the favor, you decide to say fuck it and request to follow Jean back almost immediately. After the request to follow Jean was sent out, you decided that there was no turning back now. A smile breaks across your face at the thought of maybe just being the slightest bit closer to Jean's world.

Jean: Haha  That was quick

Gravity pulls at your jaw as your mouth begins to hinge open, and just before you bolster the nerve to make a quip, the grey chat bubbles emerge from Jean's end. Jean: That's OK I've already taken a look through your account 👀😃

Jean.K has accepted your follow request.

Your heart races at his playful message, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within you. You can't help but imagine him scrolling through your photos, piecing together fragments of your life, and the thought sends a thrill down your spine.

You type a quick response, your fingers dancing over the screen as you try to keep your tone light and teasing. To avoid a spiral of self-doubt, you deemed it best not to check your page and go down a rabbit hole of overanalyzing your Instagram page. 

Today 11:58 Oh really? I hope you didn't find anything too embarrassing...

As you hit send, a flutter of anticipation fills the air, and you can almost feel the warmth of his gaze on you, even through the screen. Moments later, the three little dots appear, signaling he's typing again, and you hold your breath, eager for his reply.

Jean: Only the cutest pics 😏 OK I have to be good and focus on driving now

A laugh escapes you, and you can't help but feel a rush of warmth at his words. The connection between you feels electric, and for the first time in a long while, the weight of your worries begins to lift. You lean back against your pillows, a smile still lingering on your lips.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Nine- 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐓.𝟐 [𝓧]

A jolt of electricity tickles your fingertips as you gingerly lay your hand on the doorknob. Only a simple twist you'd be one step closer to Jean's world. The rush of excitement is constantly flowing within you, like repeated waves crashing into your being, and it seemed like if you weren't stable enough, somehow you were sure to be knocked over from the rush itself.

A subtle creek from the old door emits, causing you to do a double take down the hallway. Once reassured that the coast was clear, you pursue this covert mission.

You only wanted to take one quick look, just a glance even, and then you'd be done. That's it. You swore to yourself.

The gap between the door and the doorframe wasn't even an inch wide before you heard the calling of your name ring out from downstairs. The door clamped shut faster than it had even been opened. There wasn't a single thing you were able to see before your operation was drawn to an abrupt end. The only thing you'd gathered from Jean's room was possibly a window being illuminated by a dim lamp.

Your footsteps carry you faster than you anticipated down the flight of stairs. Much so that whenever you see Jean at the bottom of the staircase, you almost lose your footing out of surprise and go barreling into the tall figure. Lucky enough for you, your weight catches at the last moment, and you are stabilized before collision.

The grip you held onto the railing was tight as your body had just been caught and jerked into place. A sweep of hard air pins down your throat as you catch a breath, your eyes widened and locked onto Jean who was currently staring up at you.

"You scared me," you admitted, seeing him just right there without anticipating.

"Are you alright?" Jean's voice is hinted with worry, but more gentle than anything as his hands slowly fall back to his sides.

Jean was observant and had anticipated the probable collision ever since watching you come flying down the stairs.

"Yes, I'm..." you finally exhale the sharp breath of air you'd taken moments ago through parted lips, "I'm fine, and I'm sorry I should've been more careful, I didn't expect you to be standing right there."

Falling into Jean's arms wouldn't have been the worst thing to happen.

So you told yourself.

"Someone was excited," Jean's pale pink lips spread into a mischievous smile.

But, before you can make any type of retort, Jean speaks again.

"I was looking for you," when Jean says this, it causes your heart to swell.

"Hopefully you weren't looking too long for me," you share your condolences.

"I had been keeping an eye out for you ever since you stepped out during the game of Uno," Jean admits through a partial grin, "but I wanted to come and track you down to let you know that we are wrapping everything up in the living room."

"Everyone's going to bed or something?" Your body readjusts after finally completing the descent of the staircase, "already?"

"Kind of, but, not exactly," Jean begins to explain, his pale brown eyes shining as they were locked onto yours, "ending the night with watching a movie, but it's safe to say that the majority of everyone will be clonking out before the film meets its end."

"I'm a little lost here, Jean," you say to the tall figure who was just looming right ahead of you, "are you asking me if I want to join in on the movie with you or are you just letting me know that everyone is pretty much turning in for the night and that we should too..."

"Not exactly, I'm just letting you know that there's going to be a movie showing and-"

"If that's the case then," you begin making a beeline for the living room, your shoulder swiftly brushing past Jean, "I think that I will just head to sleep then, goodnight."

It was getting late anyways, and if the weather seemed to be cleared enough in the morning, there would be class tomorrow. And you had an eight am lecture waiting for you. So, getting some shut eye before it got too late was best just in case.

"Wait, wait."

The feeling of a large palm cupping around your right wrist snaps you out of train of thought. Being pulled backward and turned around, almost crashing into Jean's sturdy chest in all one swift motion snaps you back entirely to current tense.

"Jean?" You squeak out a questioning reply.

"Are you tired or something? I wasn't suggesting we go to sleep, not yet anyways," a shade is casted over Jean's normally sweet amber colored hues as he stares at you, or, through you, "I wouldn't let you sleep in the living room anyways."

"Then," you were having to take a moment processing everything that left Jean's lips, "where would I sleep, Jean?" You ask in almost a hushed tone.

Jean's hand is still planted around your wrist, holding onto you so casually, so naturally. His long fingers pressing against your delicate skin as he holds onto you, his touch alone causing your skin to tingle and burn. A simple touch.

Had it not been for the current conversation distracting you, maybe you would've paid more mind to the way how his touch made you feel and how your body reacted to him.

"My bed," he says confidently, and as if it's been so obvious this entire time.

A lump is caught in your throat as you were not exactly expecting such a bold answer. You swallow the lump, the air that surrounds both you and Jean suddenly feeling a few notches heavier.

"I couldn't possibly bogart your bed from you," your response is sheepish as you begin to grow bashful.

Making Jean give up his bed just so you could sleep comfortably while he takes the couch didn't sit well with you. It was his bed, why give it up to you?

"We would sleep together in my bed."

Boldness from Jean. Jean wasn't going to be caught sleeping in the living room if Eren was there and especially wouldn't want you sleeping in the living room where Eren was crashed out in just in case.

Jean had quite literally fucked you already and seen you at one of your most vulnerable states, but for some reason, hearing his proposal of sharing a bed together made you a wavering bashful mess.

You finally collect yourself, "I wouldn't want to imp-"

"Enough," Jean's thumb rakes over your skin in a cool circular motion, "at the end of it all, it's up to you, what would you like to do?"

Seeing as Jean had no imposition at all and if anything, was encouraging you to come sleep with him, your decision was made.

"I guess," you take a small step forward, closing in on Jean. His hand transitions from your wrist to your hand where his hand cups yours, "sleeping in your room would be better than sharing the living room with all the boys."

Jean's room is huge compared to your simple dorm room that you share with your lovely roommate Ymir. His room is not exactly enormous, but the size is decent and there's enough space to actually move around in and place just dance if he really wanted to.

Your admiration shines brightly as you take in this new world that had been foreign to you, a personal insight into Jean's life. Had he cried in here? Had he brought back girls to his room, if so, how many? Does he normally let people into his room or is he an open book?

There is a full-sized bed decorated in navy colored bedding which was neatly made perched into the furthest corner. The mattress happens to be situated on a bed frame and not on the floor, which was a promising sign to you considering this was indeed a frat house.

The head of the bed shared a wall with a large window but what covered by a set of curtains and blinds. On the wall closest to you and to your immediate left was a large flat screen that was mounted to the wall. Underneath the floating television was a desk which was littered by only a few pieces of paper, a closed laptop, a few pieces of literature and writing utensils. To your right was two more doors and a tall oak dresser, other than that, that pretty much summed up the entirety of Jean's bedroom.

The place was neat, and the room itself smelled nice. The room smelt like a mixture of musky sheer cashmere and freshly washed linen.

It smelt like Jean.

The door delicately clicks shut behind you as you are the first to enter the room, Jean right behind you manning the door.

Waves of the surround sound system from downstairs can be partially felt vibrating through the walls and floors of Jeans bedroom, but not to an extreme amount. Only enough to be aware of how fun the group must be having watching their movie before ultimately passing the fuck out.

Comparing yourself to the others currently crashing in the living room, would tonight be so innocent for you? Something so simple as possibly watching a movie in Jean's bed with Jean. Or even just passing the time chatting until your eyelids were too heavy to open and the responses drag on into the night until eventually slumber blanketed you both.

But you knew better than that. Recalling the events that took place on the night of the Halloween party, how easily it was of you to offer Jean refuge in your dorm room to watch a film together. You were more than aware of the potentialities of just watching a movie.

It hadn't been long since your intimate night with Jean inside of your room.

But both the rushed yet secluded kiss back at the restaurant and the frantic make out session in the cab of Jean's Scottsdale had you thinking of the latter. Recalling the instances with Jean from a week ago and the intimate moments from this night left a rush of heat to swirl and pool at your core.

"You can make yourself comfortable by having a seat on my bed or wherever if you'd like," words from Jean snap you out of your trance of remembrance.

Following Jean's suggestion, you gingerly pull at the head of the rolling chair before taking a seat at his desk. Just as you were about to turn to face Jean, your eyes catch on a few unkempt arrays of notebooks stacked on top of one another just under you and to your right located on the desks open space floating shelf. Edges and corners of pieces of the thick paper seem to stick out in sporadic areas of the tucked away notebooks. Your eyes linger momentarily on all of the creases that were embedded and ran along the leather spine of the notebook that marked leader of the stack of notebooks.

Your eyes peel away from the stack of unattended to notebooks while your fingernails curl into the arm rests of the chair as you turn to face Jean. Curious eyes follow the taller man's every move as he's at his closet searching for something. You couldn't help but admire the view of Jean's strong and sturdy frame and how the blended material of his turtleneck hugs his back and shoulders. The light from above helps cast shadows where his lean muscles cut marks into the cloth.

"What are you doing?" You ask with a curious brow.

"I was only messing around about us sharing my bed, I'm going to be sleeping on the living room."

"Mostly?"

For some reason, your chest swells and deflates with a hint of disappointment.

"Yes," he turns on his heel after he grabs a blanket from the closet, "mostly," Jean admits, a hand patting down on the material of the blanket.

"I wouldn't mind, mostly," you say for comedic effect, though you were being completely transparent.

Without another word, his long arm outstretches to the side as he releases the folded blanket from his hand. The cotton material plopping onto the comforter before his eyes meet yours once more through the light color strands of his hair that swept over his eyes.

"Would you like to change out of that," Jean's eyes rake your appearance in while referring to your dress, which causes your heart to swell, "I'm sure it wouldn't be too comfortable to sleep in."

Jean, giving you something of his wardrobe to wear for the night? Count yourself in.

"Only if it wouldn't be too much of a trouble for you," you agree to his offer.

"It isn't, trust me," Jean turns on his heel and is already searching through one of his drawers before you can say anything else.

Jean clutches a folded shirt into his grasp, holding it close to his chest while he closes the drawer.

Jean pauses momentarily, his chin turning over his shoulder to look back at you, "bottoms or no bottoms?"

His question almost catches you off guard, almost, "no bottoms."

"Cool, alright then, I have this oversized sleep shirt I sometimes wear that you can use for the night. And I have some bottoms available for you in case you change your mind."

He closes the gap between the both of you with only a few short steps, his hand holding the obviously worn-out tee to you. The edges of your fingertips accidentally press against his fingers as the exchange occurs. A rush of nerves makes your body tingle from head to toe from simply feeling his skin against your skin.

A tan, almost mocha-colored shirt now lay in your grasp. You still for a moment, feeling your heart delicately bump in your chest as you view the worn and faded graphic on the folded front of the cotton fabric.

You notice him staring at your lips whenever you look up to the tall man.

"I think I am going to go freshen up before bed now if that's fine..."

"That's fine, the restroom is right there," his eyes shift past you, to the direction of the bathroom door which was behind you.

A mumbled response of acknowledgment slips from your lips as you turn on your heel to head for the washroom. It's when you feel Jean's hand grip your wrist and pin you in place that you stop and turn around to face the man. Before you are even fully parallel to him, you feel his lips press against yours before your brain can even comprehend what is currently happening between the two of you.

Whatever sound that was emitting in the background, the television that was blaring downstairs or the cold bitter wind that had been blowing gusts against the structure of the house had been blanketed by a deafening silence. That, or everything else happening outside of this moment was irrelevant to you.

Naturally, your face melts- no, bleeds into the palm of his hand, through the crevasses of his long sturdy fingers as he kisses you. Your mouth opens when he opens and closes when his mouth closes against yours all while his hands begin to roam along your body, feeding you into his being as he now holds you in place against his sturdy frame.

"I've been wanting time alone with you all night long," Jean says in a deep patchy voice under staccato pants of air, "ever since my eyes first fell across you earlier back at the restaurant."

Jean's long fingers extend towards your face once again, lightly brushing your cheek as the palm of his hand scoops your face into his grasp. The warmth of his hand has you melting into him, into his touch.

You notice Jean's pale-colored eyes are still locked onto your lips while standing flush against him.

"Jean," your voice almost a croak of a whisper.

Feeling the swift pressure of Jean's fingers compressing against your waist causes a moan to erupt from the back of your throat all at the same time Jean crashes his lips into yours once more.

The pads of his hands move along your body in a rampant motion, grabbing onto you desperately, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. Naturally, your hands fly upwards, ringing your arms around the base of jeans neck to deepen the frantic kiss. Jean marches forward, your feet stepping and dragging across the shirt that had originally fallen out of your hands and to the ground as you were being guided backwards by Jean.

Your back collides against the panel of the bathroom door, your chest rising with a quick intake of sharp air through your nose. His pelvis pressing into you, almost digging into you. Already feeling the raging hard on that was trapped behind the material of his pants as he kept you pinned in place.

In an almost fluid motion, Jean throws a hand downward reaching forward, feeling for the door handle in a frantic motion. His lips never leaving yours, not even for a second during the interaction.

Jean's lips couldn't be removed from your soft sensitive flesh even if his life depended on it. He desperately needed to feel your mouth against his. To feel your tongue swiping and brushing amongst his, swapping saliva in an upmost heated rage.

It was intoxicating to him.

You were intoxicating to him.

Almost tumbling backwards as the door that had pinned in place and supporting both your weight and Jean's flies open. The door whacking the side of the bathroom wall in return of the entanglement. Your feet tap away on the cold laminate flooring as Jean's feet trample along side yours while he guides you backwards with his body glued and pushing into you.

Whenever your ass abruptly meets the sink's countertop, Jean's body courses away from yours momentarily while his hands hook you from underneath your bottom and lifts you onto the counter in front of him. A rich moan is coaxed from the depth of your throat feeling as his lips press onto the crook of your neck, suckling on your sensitive plump flesh.

"Feel me," the sound of Jean's voice is like hot honey in your ear.

Instinctively, your hand flies out forward yearning to both touch and feel him. Though accidentally thumping Jean in the lower abdomen at first from the utter thrill and excitement of it all, he seethes an exhale of air through his teeth as he feels the palm of your hand glide down from his stomach to his groin.

A grunt of pleasure kicks a knock of wind out of Jean once he feels your delicate hand wrap around the imprint of his cock through the material of his pants.

"I want you... Jean," hearing how your sweet voice says his name in such a sultry manner causes Jean's dick to twitch within your palm.

Jean groans once more, feeling your hand milk him through his pants as your hand runs along his imprint and pressing the sensitive tip with your thumb, "say that you want it... tell me that you need me."

"Please," you are already more than breathless whenever you speak, "I want it, Jean, I need you now."

Jean's lips press against your neck in a slow methodical pattern, his large hands gripping onto your hips tightly as he imagines the thought of you taking his cock right then and there beneath him on his bathroom counter.

"How badly do you need me?" His voice is almost a growl in your ear.

"I need you to fuck me right now I can't take it," hearing you whine and just at how desperate you were to be fucked by his cock almost sent Jean overboard, but he couldn't fuck you just yet.

"I need to make sure that you're ready for me first, sweetheart."

The thought of taking Jean on top of the counter causes a cool shiver to run up your spine.

The grip he had held on to your hips release as his hands drag along your thighs until his fingertips meet with the hem of your dress. Each one of your breaths are shaky as your chest rises and falls in an unstable motion while you close your eyes and feel his large hands slip underneath the purple fabric of your dress and begin wandering upward.

Your body begins to feel like jelly, specifically at your core which grows numb. Feeling his hands move at a gradual pace up against your thighs practically has you like putty in his hands. Jean could mold you into any imaginable way shape or form with way how his touch felt against your skin, and you wouldn't be bothered.

Your eyelids lace together, feeling Jean's hands coast along your thighs, feeling his long fingers rake across your skin. His touch is making you more than desperate and feeling just how close his hands were getting to your pussy made you realize just how much you needed him.

It didn't matter to you how he was to do it, you just needed to feel him inside of you. To you, it felt like it had been forever since you last felt him even if it had been only a few days. With the entirety of the night practically being cock blocked up until now had taken a toll on you as well as Jean. You needed to be fucked by him. Whether he took you right there on the bathroom counter with your legs cradled around the tall man or him slipping his long fingers into your pussy and milking you to climax, you held no preference. You just wanted to be fucked by Jean and have him take you however he pleased.

It was dangerous how he could make you feel so vulnerable and needy like this.

Feeling his warm hands encroach your panty line has your heartbeat quickening at an irrational beat. Something as light as a feather could knock you over in a time like this, you felt immobile having Jean's strong hands touching you. Your dress riding up the further and further his hands go.

Eventually, the ending hem of your dress begins to buckle and fold at your hips, exposing the lace thong you wore underneath. His pale-colored eyes lock onto the lace material that is currently hugging onto your hips. Jean's eyes lowering to view the damp spot that soaked the thin string and how the dampened material was being clamped and hugged by your slick pussy lips.

You were already such a wet mess for him, and he hadn't hardly even done anything to you yet. God, how he wanted to taste you.

The palm of his hand covers the pad of your pubic area at first, feeling the heat of his hand so close to your pussy causes you to clench at your center instinctively. His thumb rakes against the lace in a smooth motion, his thumb landing on your sensitive bud.

Whenever this initial contact happens, you couldn't help but lose it and buckle backwards. Your back now pressing against the large mirror that was hanging on the wall.

"Jean," you whimper, feeling his thumb begin to part your pussy lips apart through the sheer material.

The pad of his thumb now encircles your clit in a fluid clockwise motion through the cloth. The smooth swipes of his thumb moving at a deafening slow pace while the rest of his fingers perched at the band of your panties.

"Jean," you whine once more, your knees buckling inwards and closing against Jean's sturdy hips.

Jean's left-hand clamps against your thigh and pushes your legs further open so that way you would be fully exposed to him for his own leisure. While holding your legs open with one hand, Jean continues to milk at your sensitive clit in the same tantalizing clock-wards motion. The material gave the sensual rubbing an extra kick, but you just wanted to feel him naturally.

You sound cute to Jean, hearing you become difficult to breathe and how you moan and pant.

You don't see it, but you feel as his fingertips slip underneath the thong and start encircling your clit once again. With your pussy being soaking wet allows his fingers to slip against your clit with ease.

He toys with the sensitive bud, his index and middle finger swirling around at a slow pace. You groan out of desperation, hips lifting upwards with pent up frustration. Jean couldn't keep you waiting so he lifts his fingers away, momentarily before he slips his middle and ring finger into your slit.

Your body jolts upwards in reaction to feeling the initial penetration of Jean's fingers slip inside of you. Feeling the girth of his two fingers stretch you out has you living in a trance. And as Jean begins to knead his fingers in and out of your slick center, your hips naturally try to follow suite with the motion of his fingers.

You mewl out of desperation.

While sitting on the countertop being finger fucked by Jean and feeling the thickness of his fingers stretch your pussy out and carve at your center was heavenly, it still wasn't satisfying the aching hunger that you felt. Desperately, your hips rock back and forth in a frantic manner, your hips slapping down against Jean's hand, your drenched center meeting the base of his two long fingers with each thrust. You could take more of him, this much was for certain.

A combination of the wet sounds from his fingers taking long strokes inside of you and the sound of your desperation for Jean fills the space around you both. Jean, who was much more than just a visual man, was about to burst at the seams from the site before him. You were grasping at straws just to feel more of him, but, it was Jean who was even more desperate for you, though his composure didn't give it away so easily.

He says your name like a draw of smooth whiskey, which causes your insides to burn. A familiar twisting sensation begins to emerge and take presence deep inside of your core. Jean hadn't been fucking you with his fingers for long and you were already about to give it up for him. All before you were to even feel his cock buried inside of you.

The walls of your insides tighten around his long fingers while deep inside of you, causing his strokes to dampen in speed. His thumb still lazily traces the circular pattern along your clit. More than impressed Jean was seeing how already you were unfolding before him. But he wouldn't let you off the hook that easily.

Ever since the first hookup on the night of the party, he had been drawn in, whether he realized it or not. The boy was hooked. Jean was greedy.

Just as you are on the edge of unraveling around his fingers, you feel the disconnect as he pulls his hand away and from out of you.

"Not so fast, sweetheart, I'm only getting you warmed up, remember?" You watch as Jean moves his hand upward to his mouth where he gets a subtle taste of you from his fingers.

Desperate, the exasperated look that you wore on your face was more than evident as your legs instinctively clamp and pin Jean into place before you. Your chin tilts upward, forehead following suite as your eyes gaze forward and through your eyelashes in a sultry pathetic manner. Lips parting slightly as your legs that could be more than easily moved by Jean if there was any attempt from him start to rub against him as your hips begin to twist in a needy fashion.

You were more than ready for Jean; you wanted him to know this.

"Jean," your legs slowly entrap him as they hook around him, pulling him closer towards you.

A sharp intake of air pulls through Jean's nostrils, his jaw flexing tightly from the encounter. The desperation you felt towards him was unruly, he almost couldn't believe how needy you were for him. But he definitely was not going to complain about that.

A sudden wave crashes over Jean from this, he didn't know whether or not he wanted his cock to pump in and out of your pretty lips that had just begged for him or if he wanted to bury it deep inside of your pussy. Regardless, he just wanted to be inside of you one way or another. To mark you, to claim you, for you to keep calling out his name, to hear you need him and want him.

That same intake of air now pushes out through his lips as he is awakened and putting his pent-up sexual urges to action. Ever since dinner, he had been waiting for this moment.

His knuckles curl at dampened lace material that clung to your folds, practically ripping the thong from off of you. A delicate whimper emits from the back of your throat at the initial exposure, Jean seethes at the sound. He knew that very shortly you'd be making much more pleasurable sounds by the act of his manipulation.

The dress that hugs onto your body never stood a chance, not with Jean's large hands practically raking the material off of you. His lips pressing against your neck, trailing from the nape to your jawline while his hands roam to your back.

The same with your thong and dress, your bra meets the pile of clothing being dispersed to the floor beneath the two of you.

Through the motions, you do the same to Jean as he had just done to you. You start with his shirt, which he made it easy for you. The material upped and over his head, you were greedily watching the way how his lean muscles flexed and contorted during the passing movements. You initially noticed a few bruises that decorated his abdomen and chest, but were so caught up in the moment you would just have to make a mental note of the site and potentially bring it up later.

Now wasn't the time for talk.

Jean's hands guide you to the waistband of his pants, his palms cupping your hands as he practically guides you to his cock.

He was just as greedy as you were.

As soon as Jean feels your hand cup around the base of his cock, he flinches and buckles forward ever so slightly. His cock throbs in your grasp as his hips begin to wobble back and forth in slow strokes. Your hand follows along in motion of his serrated thrusts, matching his pattern but only for a few short seconds.

Jean couldn't get ahead of himself and crumble from the grasp of your palm, he needed to feel the inside of you and fuck you first before he was to unbuckle and come undone.

Now that he was fully exposed to you, he takes a small step back to readjust himself. Your bodyweight lifting from the sink counter with anticipation, awaiting to feel him plow deep into your insides. Encroaching slowly, the tip of his dick presses against your plump pussy lips. The same shiny metal ball pressing into and against your seams as his head slowly unfolds you and parts through your sensitive lips.

While the girth of his tip rubbed and toyed with your pussy, lapping and prodding at your slick wetness, he couldn't help but think and imagine how hot it would be to release his load over your exposed quivering cunt. Jean retches back a shaky grasp of air down his throat as his heart jumps and cock twitches at the thought of his load covering you most sensitive area.

Just as you thought you couldn't possibly wait any longer of the torment of Jean's cock pressing through and sliding against your dripping wet cunt, your eyes pinch shut out of surprise whenever he pushes his tip into your warm center.

You croak his name, moving your hips against and towards him, fully anticipating the rest of his generous size.

Jean soothes you with a hushed whisper, "be a good girl for me, and wait, I am taking my time with you, I cannot rush this."

Your back is leaning way backward now, you hold the bottom of your thighs in your palms now with your legs spread wide open for him. Jean retracts himself away once more before his hips push forward again, this time he pushes further into you but not all the way. Your walls are hugging onto his girthy width, wanting to feel the rest of him plow deep into you.

The moan that pushes from your pouty lips doesn't have the chance to emit whenever Jean suddenly rips his hips back and then finally pushes his length as far as it could into your pussy. Your hips jolt upwards, head tilting backward in an erratic manner, almost hitting the mirror behind you as you cry out his name in pure ecstasy. His hips begin to lap a smooth rugged motion, pushing and thrusting his cock into your deep center, the slick from your pussy dripping down your folds and it covers, no, drenches his cock as he fucks you on top of his bathroom counter.

"You're too- fuck," Jean's head drops to the crook of your neck as he bites onto your flesh momentarily to gather a sense of himself, "your pussy is heavenly I swear by it," his words are shaky as his thrusts go without faltering.

Unable to even formulate words, you croak out some nonsense of a response to him as his girth pushing into you made you senseless. Your brain was hazy, the pure sweet ecstasy you were feeling right now oh his width stretching you out clouded your judgement. Not that being cognizant enough of word formulation was all that important right now anyways. All you could think about was how good it felt with him fucking you disrespectfully.

Your endeavors with Jean were the first time you ever so casually slept around with someone without being in a relationship. This little hookup pact you had going on with the tall man to help forget about Floch fell out of your doctrine. It was new and unfamiliar, and it felt thrilling to be a part of. To see and watch the way how Jean seemed to be in need of your body and you to his.

This feeling alone was also another first though you'd been in relationships beforehand.

If it was the right place and time, maybe you'd stop to think about it and really evaluate that detail, but now it was not one of those times.

Jean knuckles at your waistline, gripping onto you to keep you in place as his long strokes from his cock drill into your tight center. Your slick pussy lips raking and dragging to and from across his cock with each time he enters and exits you. Though you wanted to reach out and throw your arms around his neck for some type of support while he fucks you, you could not possibly manage to gather your composure now to do such ability. So, you lay back with your head now pressing against the mirror behind you, watching Jean currently fuck all five senses out of you.

The mounds of your breast bouncing up and down with each time Jeans' dick glides out of you partially and then all the way. You were a silly mess the way in how you took his cock, the way you couldn't fathom any words. Though you were calling out to him to keep fucking you.

A bitter whine protrudes from your once open mouth through now thin tucked lips as Jean exits your core for a moment.

"Jean.."

"Come here," he helps guide you off of the counter.

As soon as you are to your feet in

Jean does not give you any time to find solid footing before spinning you around away from him to face the mirror and sink counter. His cock now pressing against your rear end as he guides you, his large palm pressing at the smile of your back to have you bend forward alongside the counter. Instinctively your hands grip the bathroom counter, fingers curling as the sleek countertop as you brace yourself for his manhood.

Your vision catered to the sight of Jean in the mirror, in awe of him as you watch him tower behind you. The lightly colored strands of his hair dusts over his brow as he crooks his brow in a moment of focus as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

A gasp chokes from your kiss swollen lips from the feeling of his dick press against your wet folds once again. The cold metal from his piercing pushing against and into your slit, a sheer layer of your slick clinging to his girth. The dull but bright sounds of your juices lapping from his cock fills the air and nearly sends you over the edge.

Desperately, you push your rear end back and towards Jean, feeling the head of his cock partially slip back inside of you. You gnaw at your lip, tucking the sensitive flesh in between your teeth momentarily as you grind your hips back in a pathetic attempt to have Jean slip further inside of you. Jean, feeling you spread over across his cock and hug the tip practically has him swell at the notion.

A sultry moan croaks from the depth of Jean's throat while his brow bone dips backward, hair falling suit as he tilts his head back after giving in to your fruitful attempts to have him fumble and submit. Though you felt to already be on fire, your skin seems to run a blaze whenever both large palms of his levitate away from the smile of your back and the other from his cock and journey to the narrowest portion of your waistline.

In the bathroom mirror you watch and see how his long boxy fingers crown into your skin, hunching you closer towards him as he finally pushes his throbbing length inside of you. He goes slow as first with splitting you open, really for him to savor and feel just how perfect and tight you felt sliding down and hugging onto his length.

Your chest caves a deep heave from taking him in his entirety. In this position it feels like a new feat for you, somehow, he feels even more impressive in size than he already was. To you, his size was almost unbearable at first from the angle he has you in. 

"Fuck, you take me so well," his hips begin to rock back and forth in a tantalizing pace, "so so well."

After watching your tits begin to sway back and forth from the fluid motion of Jean beginning to fuck you, your eyelids pinch shut as soon as he begins to quicken his pace. His cock brushing against and hitting your sweet spot already, the purse ecstasy you felt from the repetitive strides he had on your sensitive spot was almost paralyzing from pure pleasure. Instinctively, your soppy walls clench around Jean's shaft in response which causes the man to groan and shudder as he's deep inside of you mid stroke. Hearing him say this to you makes you want to be the best who has ever taken him before out of his entire life.

Both of your arms flee from the counter where they were originally gripping and holding onto for stability and press onto the mirror firmly ahead of you as Jean mercilessly thrusts into you. If your handprints were to be left on his bathroom mirror you wouldn't care nor be embarrassed, it would be a simple reminder of the time when Jean fucked your brains out inside of his bathroom.

The base of your palms pushes and print themselves into the cold glass as Jean continuously thrusts his hips forward, rocking your head to and from as you try to stabilize yourself with your weight against the mirror. You lend out a fortunate whine of pleasure as he relentlessly plows at your insides, your hips being guided by his thrusts as they are held in place from the strong grip he so graciously keeps on your waist. Jean snatches one hand away from your waist to engulf and cover over your mouth to mask your feeble sounds. 

"Not too loud honey," his hips push forward a rugged stroke inside of you which makes you gasp inwardly into his flushed palm.

You want to sink your teeth into his flesh or something ravenous to compensate for the crazed desperate state he was putting you in from the blows of his cock. Though your eyelids were already narrowed shut, they press together into an almost impenetrable state though tears of utter bliss begin to form and build at the brim of your eyes.

The cries you divulge on were disclosed and muffled by the entrapment of Jean's hand. His rough strokes from behind feel like an assault on your insides as they grow to be more and more relentless and deep, not catering any form of kindness or pity to your position. The sounds of loud lapping from his manhood pooling at your drenched center permeate the airspace around the both of you. Delicate fingertips of yours struggle to support your body weight as they fight and squeak to stay bolstered in place on the mirror though Jean continuously thrusts inside of you feeling deeper somehow with each stroke.

Jean's feet stay planted firm and in place, supporting his weight and power he puts into each thrust. The familiar tingling sensation begins to creep across your core, your insides gradually tightening with each passing second from Jean's beratement against your sweet sensitive core. Jean swallows air tightly through a clenched jaw from the feel of you tightening around his erect member. He remains steadfast with each and every long stroke of his, he knew that you had to be close and at your limit. Your hips throw back against his thrusts in a frantic manner, meeting him halfway each time in what felt to be the most perfect timing for you considering every time you desperately threw your ass back to his hips that would meet yours and shift you forward with each strong thrust. Repeat motion to the point where you were bouncing on his cock even though he was standing paramount behind you.

His large palm uncovers your quivering hot mouth to support himself once again by entrapping you with his grip taking possession over your waist. You feel his warm skin from his palms brush away from your waistline to grab ahold of your hips as his thrusts remain on tempo. He gathers dominance over you as he clasps a powerful grip onto your hips. Now instead of you bouncing on his cock he was pulling you to him with each forceful blow. Your legs were shaking and weak as well as covered with the slick that drips from your pussy.

You were a sexed-out mess.

The pleasureful cries you welt out originally underneath the weight of his hand were now exposed and raw in the flesh, you moan out profanities from the overwhelming pleasure you feel as well as a babble of uncoherent gibberish. At this point, the tickle that cascades over your core encroaches a point of no return. You bite out Jean's name, begging him to keep fucking you without any hesitation from the tone of your voice alone. And finally, after feeling your core tighten and build to an unbearable pressure from the array of thrusts Jean has against your g-spot, you reach your limit. 

Your core that was in what felt like knots finally snaps and you begin to unravel around his thick cock, your pussy fluttering around his width as while he continues to thrust deep inside of you. The air is heavy as you inhale sharply through flared nostrils, making sure to chant his name as you rode out your gratifying wave of completion. Eyelids you previously had shut open lazily to clouded vision from tears. You pant out moans of pleasure while still riding down waves of climax, watching Jean behind you remain at a steady pace which started to begin to feel like torture to your now sensitive pussy. His eyes were locked onto you that he had held in his hands; you notice how his expression was sultry and dark. The feel of you clenching around his member, pulsating from your climax sends Jean over the edge as he too feels the coil inside of him begin to snap.

Jean lurches back quickly with one hand still on your hip, the other assisting in pulling his dick from out of you in just enough time before his hot rope of cum expels from his throbbing tip. Jean groans a deep exhale while saying your name as he reaches completion, you jump slightly and close your eyes momentarily as you feel his steaming rope of cum lace intricate patterns over your lower back and ass. Jean rakes his hand over his tip assisting him with completion as he ensures that the rest of his spurts of cum exit his shaft and covers your exposed folds.

His chest is shaky as uneven breaths of coarse air leave out of his parted lips. Your hands drop away from the mirror as you cowardly regather your footing to stand upright. Jean takes a step backwards to allow you some space to move, though he remains close against you. Your chest, much like Jean's, rises and falls in an erratic motion as both of you attempt to find your breath from the eventful endeavors you two just explored together. You notice in the mirror that Jean's pale-colored eyes never leave you, they stay glued to you as both of you stand there together beyond sexed out of your minds.

The feeling of his warm knuckles drags against the top of your hand, prodding for your attention. You turn your head slowly to the right over your shoulder to look at Jean directly, your eyelashes fluttering looking up at the man who stood adjacent to you. Portions of his strands of hair cling to his forehead from sweat though the rest of his hair flows across his forehand and frames his face as he stares down at you longingly.

Your eyes close whenever you are greeted with a swelling feeling in your chest whenever Jean plants his lips on the top of your head, "let's get you cleaned up," he speaks through muffled lips against your hair.

You bob your head in agreeance, unable to form a proper sentence at this point in time after being fucked out of your mind. Jean understands this and finds it cute to say the least. Jean moves and presses his lips against your temple that was closest to him, you find yourself melting forward and into his kiss to try and allow yourself to soak it all in.

There was not a single care in the world from you, even if you were a sticky mess and in need of a shower to cleanse your body. What you really wanted to do was to stay in that moment with Jean, his lips that were planted against your skin and now how his fingers were apparently laced with yours and his thumb which was dragging crooked circles against your skin.

Whenever he finally does pull away from you, the smile that pulls as his lips is with the upmost sincerest composure. You watch as his smiling lips pull to different shapes as he speaks to say a few words to you, but you aren't paying attention to the words that is coming out of his mouth. Instead, you reach forward and up to him, and this time he places his lips onto and against yours instead of anywhere else.

Both you and Jean stand together, mouth to mouth in a passionate lip lock for a while before he decides that it really is time for the both of you to clean up. Instead of leaving you after such an intimate moment together for you to do your thing, you find yourself inside of Jean's shower, with Jean. He stands close behind you, looming over your almost as he is helping you clean off underneath the warm water that falls from the showerhead. A trail of soft wet kisses starts at your collarbone and up the crook of your neck. You sigh a pleasurable moan and cave into the feeling of his lips against your body and to what you knew was about to start up again.

Needless to say, you and Jean kept each other preoccupied until nearing the early hours of the morning. 

[reinersbb]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Eight- 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐓.𝟏 [𝓧]

Watching Jean approach an older black truck out of the abundance of cars from this decade packed in the parking lot caught you off guard as you followed close behind the tall figure. By the looks of it, the vehicle had to have been at least thirty years old; at least, that was your assumption. You stand idly by, watching Jean dip slightly as his truck key carves into the lock of the passenger side door, and sure enough, after a few twists and turns, the lock releases.

Near the front of the truck located just before the door crease reads the word "Scottsdale' in big, bold, capitalized silver letters. The light from a nearby streetlamp shines down on you both; your reflection which was pigmented on the reflective metal outside the rearview mirror shifts as Jean plucks the door handle allowing the old heavy door to peel open.

You take a small step aside, Jean walks alongside the truck door as he stands away to allow you entrance into the cab, all while holding the door open for you. Jean driving and owning such a vehicle came much as a surprise to you, but it did seem fitting, nonetheless.

"You drive a truck?" These were the only words that you could form as you approached forward to the cab.

"What? Is that some kind of insult?" Jean's brow creases upward but immediately a hearty chuckle breathes through his lips, "I'm just messing with you, and to be clear it's not just a truck, it was passed down to me from my mother, so I take great care of this vehicle. Now hop in please, I'll help you."

Hiking your left leg upwards while planting your foot against the truck's floorboard as your right leg remains sturdy on the asphalt beneath you. Heaving yourself upward into the cab had been made easy with Jean at your side guiding you along. His palm grazes your waist, and with a firm push and support from Jean, you practically hop into the passenger side seat.

"Thank you," you say to Jean in regard to him helping you.

"Not a problem," Jean double-checks for clearance before he presses the passenger side door shut.

Without wasting any time, your fingers pluck up the metal buckle that belongs to the safety belt. As Jean makes his entrance into the driver's side of the cab, you work on adjusting the seatbelt to the proper length.

Just before Jean inserts the key to the old truck into the ignition, he forwards his attention to you, he can't help but notice you somewhat struggling to adjust the belt. Without saying much or hardly anything at all, he reaches for the belt that sits unclasped on your lap and adjusts the belt to your appropriate sizing. Feeling his knuckles lightly bump and graze against your lower abdomen in an act so innocent such as helping you fix your seatbelt sent you spiraling. You knew that the gesture was innocent and sincere and that Jean just wanted to make sure you were safe before traveling, but there was still something about how Jean's fingers grazed you so close to an area so sensitive which riled you up. Maybe it was because the touch was familiar, inviting, and unmanageable, and maybe the fact of him touching you earlier in the evening couldn't help but get you riled up. Whenever Jean's fingers pull away from your hips, a wave of sadness washes over you.

"Feel secure?" Jean asks, feeling confident in himself, "sorry, that seatbelt is a little tricky, it doesn't like to adjust, and it gets stuck. Hardly anyone sits there so I don't usually fool with it."

"I think it's good, thanks for helping me."

"I was going to suggest if you wanted to sit right next to me because the middle buckle works just fine. Also, sorry ahead of time, the air is going to blow cold at first," Jean says before he inserts the key into the ignition and starts the truck.

The old truck vibrates with life as Jean finally turns the key in the ignition. The air that seeps through the vents is cold and feels bitter against your skin, Jean was right to say the least.

"Sorry again," he holds his hand out in front of a vent, analyzing the temperature of the blowing air before he begins to shrug is coat off of his arms as he did previously before.

"What are you..." words fail you as you watch Jean twist in his seat, peeling off his coat in a prompt manner and partly folding the coat together.

Jean turns to you once finished, "please put this on, I can help you out if you'd like."

"What about yourself, Jean?" You ask while you accept Jean's favor by putting his coat on to keep yourself warm.

Once Jean helps you settle into the large coat of his, he leans back into his spot and grips the wheel, "I will survive, I still have this sweater on, while I'm sure the long sleeves of that dress aren't the warmest."

The snowflakes seem to season against the truck's windshield in slow motion. You observe as the snow breezes in the wind, flying wildly in the wind. You were captivated by the sparkling white crystals that stuck against the windshield before being surely brushed away by the windshield wipers.

A mixture of the scents of cashmere, warm cedar, and leather flood the cab of the truck where the two of you sat. The smell of Jean. For some reason, the scent of him and the old truck's heater finally kicking in and blowing out warm gusts of air is comforting to you.

The leather upholstery is worn and has been used faithfully throughout the years. A single leather air freshener dangles from the rearview mirror, its scent lingers a trace of smoky cedar and fresh leather. Though the style of the truck itself was old, the entirety of the truck seemed well-kept and pristine for its climbing age. Considering the upgrades Jean had made such as a digital screen modern radio in place of where a stock radio used to belong, you could tell that Jean sure knew how to take care of things that were special to him such as his truck. The analyzation of this was also comforting somehow.

"Any song requests?" Jean asks, unsheathing his phone from out of his pants pocket.

You pause for a beat, taking a moment to allow yourself to think, but as you draw blanks you finally respond, "nothing is coming to mind, I think you'll have to pick this one, Jean."

"That's okay," Jean's eyes are glued to his cell phone screen as he taps away, "I'll press shuffle on my playlist, and we can hit the road before the snow starts coming down too heavy."

A black metallic stud implanted in his right earlobe can be spotted through the whisps of his ash-colored locks. Jean's jawline is sharp and speckled with well-groomed facial hair, though, you notice hair tapering from his jaw and bleeding to his neck as a well-passed five o'clock shadow. The muscles on Jean's face are tense as his jaw is clamped shut, his lips pressed together while evaluating the song that appears on his phone screen.

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"Is this fine?" His strong yet syrupy voice snaps your attention away from his lips.

You hadn't realized you had been staring at the man for God knows how long.

The tune of a guitar strumming on the upbeat hums in the background through the cab of the truck as his pale-colored eyes are locked onto yours as he now faces you. The wave of embarrassment that washed over you was something you'd have to endure, there was no denying that Jean had caught you gawking at him. The light shining from a streetlight flicker just nearby, the shadows that carved into Jean's face shifting as the light dims momentarily before rebalancing. The light that casts from Jean's phone screen illuminates Jean's facial features until the brightness slowly fades until surely enough the screen dies.

His hand that holds his phone slowly lowers and gravitates to the center console.

"Yeah... this is fine," you mummer, the air in the cab of the truck suddenly shifted and grew thick making it difficult for you to breathe.

Cutting your glance away to stare back at the snow that flows with the wind, only to apply damage control to the situation. You count the moment down from the number five before you take a look just to your left in Jean's vicinity. There, you notice the man's hazel eyes staring intently at you with a sense of longing.

Your name slipping through Jean's lips breaks the silence that envelopes you both.

With a hesitant pull of your chin, you turn your head and face Jean once more. Jean's face is unreadable while his eyes are locked onto yours. A slight amount of pressure builds within the cavity of your chest, but this feeling doesn't deter you to look away from Jean.

The silence between you two is heavy and also comfortable. If it weren't for the purring of the truck's engine and the parts within the vehicle trickling with liquid, the sound of the snowflakes hitting the body of the truck were sure to have been heard.

"Jean," again, the silence is broken momentarily.

Instead of another word leaving Jean's mouth, his eyes narrow down- but only slightly as he leans towards you. With Jean's presence feeling so inviting, you do what felt most natural to you by leaning yourself into his orbit.

Jean's lips coax yours into a meeting his for a sweet syrupy kiss. Once you feel his lips press against yours, you feel a shiver tingle throughout your body starting from head to toe.

The smell of his scent wafts through your nostrils, breathing him in as the kiss deepens. Your knees buckle together, thighs pushing together out of the feeling of temptation.

Naturally, your right-hand lifts to feel for Jean's structured face. A small grin combs your lips as you can feel the stubble of his facial hair tickle the palm of your hand. Jean, who couldn't get enough of you, leans even further into you, his right hand propping his body up with his fingertips digging into the leather upholstery.

Feeling Jean's tongue brush past your lower lip and into your mouth causes you to react with a muted moan croaking from the depths of your throat. You can feel the side of your face be caressed momentarily by jean before the same hand hooks to the back of your neck, pressing you more into him to deepen the kiss.

"Jean," a breathy moan seeps through your lips as you pull your face momentarily to catch a quick intake of air.

In a rather fluid motion, Jean maneuvers his left hand to the latch of his seatbelt and sure enough, he is released from the constraints of his seatbelt that once held him into place while he stays glued to you. Your body had gravitated to him, being turned and exposed to the man who was hovering beside you. Jean dips once more so his lips are pressing against yours for another time with the same amount of intensity from earlier just as if your lips never parted in the first place.

Your fingertips dance away at the belt buckle, wanting to be freed from the hold that it had on you so that way you were allowed more wiggle room to be closer to Jean. It seemed like Jean could sense your struggling with the seatbelt, which caused the corners of his lips to peak up into a slight smile before a planted an array of short quick kisses on your lips before pulling away once more.

The locks of his hair fell over his sturdy brow as he studied the seatbelt in the dark. Your body purred with pleasure as you felt his lengthy fingers graze your pelvis as hooked the belt buckle into his hand. Feeling pressure build within you, you felt as if you were to explode just by feeling his hand within the proximity of such a sensitive area of your body.

The chime of the buckle disengaging rings through your ears, notifying you that you had been freed to move about freely. Immediately, you feel Jean's same hand brush against your hip and then to your waist as he scoops you closer to him. Your body melds to his as you manage to find yourself planted on top of Jean's lap. His back pressed against the middle seat, your legs bent and at either side of him while his hands were holding you into place by gripping onto your hips. If you leaned enough body weight down, you could feel his member protruding through his slacks and against you.

Feeling Jean's dick pressing against your sensitive area that was only covered by a simple lace thong caused a whimper to escape. Jean's chin is tilted upward as you are looking down at him, your lips pressing into his. His tongue swept against yours in fluid motions, his hands tightening in grip as he holds onto you, never wanting to let you go. Your arms are hooked around the back of his neck as he slowly begins to sensually stroke your body in smooth patterns.

Your body quivers and shakes while feeling helpless at the weight of his mercy. For another time, you draw your lips away from his and sip in breaths of hot air through kiss-swollen lips. Jean's chest rises and falls at an erratic pace as he stares at you through his dark lashes. You find yourself ducking your head down, beginning to place a few kisses on his radiating skin. The scent of a mixture of musk, sandalwood, and cedar with undertones of lavender emitting from Jean's bustling locks of hair ambush your nostrils.

Feeling your lips press against and suck on his neck causes Jean to inhale sharply through his nose as the back of his head rests against the seat, his hands latching onto you with more strength.

Had you found one of Jean's weaknesses?

Wanting to test your theory, your soft lips suckle on different areas of Jean's neck to compile an answer. Every time your lips press and suck on his neck you feel Jean grow more and more restless as you sit on top of his lap.

"You'd better stop that," he heaves a warning, "if you know what's good for you..."

"What are you talking about," you purr innocently into his ear with a playful tone.

Your parted lips press gently against Jean's hot skin as you continue to plant kisses and suck marks on his neck. With each time he feels your lips simply press against his neck sends him up a wall. His hands are holding onto you tightly, refusing to let go as he digs his hips upward, his boner pressing and rubbing against your covered pussy.

"I'm warning you," Jean says your name through seethed lips.

Sure, it seemed like an airless threat from Jean, or so you thought. To you, there was a lack of fuel behind the fire, that's why you didn't acknowledge either Jean's first or second warning. Coming from Jean's standpoint, there would be no third warning.

Jean's head is pressing against the upholstery while your lips hover just above his skin in a curious manner. You were somewhat hesitant to proceed even though you didn't believe Jean's warnings.

Another kiss but on the opposite side of Jean's throat causes a sharp intake of air to seep through his nostrils, at the same time his grip that was already clenched down onto your body tightens even more. You feel Jean's hips press up against you, his sheathed cock pressing into you in a tantalizing manner. A whimper forms from the back of your throat, feeling Jean's dick press and dig against you.

You felt him and now you wanted him.

Jean's right-hand releases you as he pulls his hand forward, feeling along your body from underneath the coat that you wore. Instinctively, your body meets and melds with the palm of his hand as he touches you in a sensual manner. Naturally, the hem of your dress folds upwards as your legs are stretched open to fit on top of Jean's lap. Jean's hand glides down your body, his thumb raking in the purple dress material slightly so that way you were more exposed to him.

A hiccup type of gasp breaks from your mouth as you feel one of Jean's weighted fingers slide past the hem of your lace underwear and begin trailing your throbbing clit in smooth sensual circles. Your legs press against Jean's strong figure from feeling his thumb swipe against your clit.

The pad of Jean's thumb is coated with your slick juices as he rubs the bud in counterclockwise motions, his thumb casually slipping from in and out of place due to the wetness of your folds. You felt at your wits end, unable to take much more of the insufferable pleasure without being able to take action.

Swaying side to side, your hips followed the pattern of Jean's thumb in the same synchronous motion. Pushing yourself forward and leaning back to feel the pressure fluctuate.

"Jean," you let out a whimper which only makes Jean's hardened cock twitch, "please, I can't take-"

Without any premeditation, Jean's left hand snatches up and cups the back of your head, pulling your face to his. His lips crash against yours, rather, yours crash against his. Another whimper from you is muffled by the passionate lip lock as Jean's thumb picks up in pace and begins circling around your clit in a quicker motion.

You felt the bundle of nerves begin to build up deep within you, starting at your core and the fuzzy feeling begin to boil over. Jean's tongue is hot as it fights with yours for dominance.

The palm of your hands lay flat against his lower abdomen as the two of you sit lip locked. You can feel Jean's stomach rise and fall frantically; the belt buckle that hooked around jeans hips shocks you with a cool sensation. Without a second thought or any thought at all you began to toy with the belt buckle. Though you weren't looking, you somehow manage to undo the belt that he wore, and you refused to stop there.

You felt the imprint of Jean's girthy cock through his boxer briefs with your fingertips. Jean sighs desperately, feeling how nice your touch was on his body. Jean's muscles relax into the seat, his lips parting from yours as the back of his head rests against the upholstery for another time while you slowly begin to stroke him by caressing his dick through the contours of his underwear.

By this time the song that was playing had already long and finished, and now the third song was on and playing a light tune in the background of the cab.

Jean's thumb strokes against your clit slowly growing lazy as he rides the waves of you stroking his cock in your hand. His hazel eyes burn through you in admiration. Jean reluctantly removes his hand away from your clit, taking a moment to brush his hair back, and immediately the absence of Jean's hand tending to your pussy makes you feel sad and greedy.

His hand drops back down, and instead of returning to your sensitive bud, his hand caresses yours as you toy with his dick through his underwear. Your hand goes limp, becoming submissive to his touch as he guides your hand to the brim of his underwear. Pushing underneath and past the logo imprinted band, his hand encouraging yours to grab his dick.

So, you do just that.

The base of his girthy dick is held in your grasp, unsure of how light or how hard to grip it. Jean's hand clasps around yours, your grip tightening just ever so slightly to adjust to his liking. Slowly, your hand begins to stroke up and down in a fluid motion from the assistance of Jean.

How you were grateful of the tinted windows.

As you were in the middle of such intimate moment, both you and Jean couldn't ignore the sound of the early winter storms winds howl in the background and shake the cab of the truck. Jean sighs reluctantly at the indication of the bad weather that was evident of arrival at any times notice.

"This will have to resume later, I want to get you out of here safely before the weather gets too terrible," Jean admits, and even though you understood the circumstances you were still a little disheartened with having to pause.  The drive from the restaurant back to the frat house is quick enough. Jean made sure to be cautious while on the road. Just before the two of you made it back, the snow started to fall in a greater density. At one point during the journey, the road was hardly visible, but luckily enough it was near the end of the trip.

Jeans jacket was wrapped tightly around your body as the bitter wind pounded and slapped across your body. Jean made sure to stay close beside you as the both of you ventured up the home's front yard. Any other time you would've been able to notice all of the features that the house had, but heavy snowfall prevented you from being able to do so. The only thing your eyes weren't deceived of was the large wooden front door before pushing past it to escape the oncoming assault from the snow.

Without even being seen, you could hear Eren shout from a room to your left, "it's about time you two made it back."

"I can't control that the snow started to come down like crazy," Jean calls out, carefully knocking the snow that hugged his feet off of his shoes at the carpeted entryway.

"Well, maybe if you didn't have that old ass truck of yours," you could hear Eren's voice drag on in a playful tone.

All Jean did was heave a deep sigh in response once he stood straight on his feet from being bent forward and polishing his shoes to near perfection. There might have been an eye roll

The warm air from the powerful heater felt nice to you like you'd been frozen for the short duration of being caught out in the snow and were simply thawing out in the heated atmosphere. Jean helps you peel the coat from your arms before hanging the material on a wall hanger.

"What game are we playing first?"

"Oh Shit."

"What is that?" You ask with a curious tongue, having no inclination toward the game.

"We will have to teach her," Eren sighs, "but don't worry, it's pretty simple."

"I'm sorry, my mom is calling," Jean says while glancing at his phone, "I need to step out and take this. I'll be right back."

Jean excuses himself from the living room and proceeds to the kitchen area since it was the closest exit to him.

"Guess we'll teach her the rules while mama's boy is on the phone," Eren says in a playful tone.

Connie is munching on a handful of trail mix and currently placing a pinch into his mouth before he begins to speak, "how much change do you have on you?"

"Change?" You furrow a brow, thinking back to the quantities of your purse, "I am not sure, I don't think I have any change or cash on me."

"You like to make things difficult, okay, fine," Eren begins to pull something from his pocket, "you can bum quarters off of me."

"We playing for keeps?" Connie wipes his empty crumb ridden palm on his pajama pants.

"No," Eren glances at the boy with buzzed hair, "not the first few rounds, at least."

As the two boys continue talking to each other, your gaze catches in the direction of the kitchen where Jean made his exit. Forwarding your attention back to the two, you take a seat in between Armin and Eren. As you get comfortable and make yourself acquainted, back your attention goes to the entrance of the kitchen. There, you are able to see Jean sitting at the kitchen island, one arm propped up to keep his head up while on the phone with his mom.

From the angle you see him, you are unable to see his face, but you manage to get a view of his side profile. His lips seemed pasted together, his lips moving animatedly every once in a while. There was something off-putting in his energy. You sat silently to yourself, studying the man.

Jean pushing his weight up from the island stool causes you to look back at the action currently happening at hand. You watch Eren and Connie fool with the sets of quarters, momentarily glancing back and over at Jean only to notice and watch him heading for the back door and exit to the extremities of the snowy weather, his cell phone still pressed to his ear.

"Did you catch all of that?"

"Huh?" Your attention clocks back to Eren and Connie.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm still a little confused," you lie to the two boys.

You weren't a little confused, you were still completely lost due to negligence of paying attention to Connie and Eren's presentation.

"If it means anything to you, I wanted to play Uno," Armin chimes in.

"You're the birthday boy, Armin, why don't you have any say?"

"There was a vote," Armin almost sounds a bit defeated.

"I told you that we are going to play Uno next, don't sweat it, blondie."

By the time you fully grasped the detailed explanation of the rules provided by both Eren and Connie, Jean had made his entrance back into the kitchen. The snow that settled onto his shoulders and tangled into the locks of his hair instantly began to melt once Jean steps inside. The tip of Jean's nose was red from the bitter chilliness of the outside elements, but it didn't seem to faze him any.

"Sorry about that," was the first thing Jean says to the group huddled in the living room as he steps foot into the living space, "you all could've started playing without me."

Jean is shoving his phone into his pants pocket while approaching the large sofa sectional, his eyes darting to you after glancing at Eren first and then eventually back to Eren where the hazel hues stayed placed.

Eren's face is turned to Jean while he shuffles the playing cards in his hand, "don't worry about it. We had to teach her the rules anyway," Eren's hand, which has half of the deck held in it, leans to the left, suggesting to you.

Jean eyes you once more, he seems to analyze the space around you that was occupied by Armin and Eren before finding an open area on the sectional that was across from you.

The rules seemed straightforward enough. Receive a card from the dealer of the round, hope it's low enough, and if not, swap with the person sitting to the left. Whoever has the highest number card pays a quarter. The winner keeps the pot of quarters. But for now, the first few games wouldn't be for keeps.

"I'm dealing," Eren announces as he finishes shuffling.

Reiner, who was to the right of Eren leans forward to the middle ottoman and cuts the deck before Eren recollects the cards into hand and passes one to you first. You peel the corner of the car up to view the number, a six, which isn't the worse you could obtain. Your lips pulse together, deciding to either stay or swap, which inevitably you decided to stay with your card considering how many people were playing.

Eren, who was left with what must've been a trash card immediately draws from the pile and flips it over to reveal an eight. Simultaneously, everyone else around the living room circle flips their cards up to reveal who would be the one paying up. Niccolo and Connie both having the same card, which was the highest value, both drop a quarter into the center cup to pay up. Your first time playing and you were already enjoying seeing everyone act betrayed by one another as it was only the first round.

You were next to dish out cards to the group. After the stack of cards were shuffled, Eren made sure to cut the deck and hand the stack back to you before you begin handing out one card to each player.

"Give me something good," Jean is grinning from ear to ear as he says your name, your fingers pinching on the top card as you go to deal a card to him.

Jean steals a look at his card, immediately the boys face lights up as he flips his card oer to reveal a King, the only card that is untouchable in the game. A few groans were emitted around the rather large group, as Jean was the only one to have received a King. Jean was safe, at least for this round.

"They're cheating," Connie whines, "you got yours coming, Jean."

"You all saw Eren cut the deck for me," you shrug your shoulders, a cheeky smirk following along.

Rounds of the chaotic game quickly flew by, every other person dropping out of the game left and right, dropping their last quarter into the collection cup. You, unfortunately also faced defeat somewhere along the way, but which was expected since you were only just introduced to the game not so long ago. The only players that remained were Jean, Niccolo, and Reiner. Eren had made it to the top four, but sadly his five-valued card was still the highest of the draw somehow.

Jean remained with one quarter left, both Reiner and Niccolo had two quarters left each. Things weren't looking good for Jean, but he had made it this far, so you continued to root for him, even if it was mostly internally.

Jean was decent at masking his tells, though sometimes you could catch the top of the bridge of his nose scrunching ever so slightly. While on the other hand, Reiner was a pro with masking his emotions, his face was way too serious to be read, while on the other hand Niccolo seemed to be in the top three based solely on luck alone.

"That's me," Niccolo drops a quarter into the pot after revealing a jack to the group.

Now the group was at one, one, two, Reiner still in the lead.

Jean rakes in the used cards and places them into the deck of cards before shuffling the entire deck with his long fingers. His pale eyes flash to you momentarily, as if he was checking on you to see if you were still there and tracking the game. His eyes locking onto yours- or rather, your eyes naturally finding his and locking onto one another sends a fresh volt of electricity to buss through your body, an encouraging smile forms on your lips that tells Jean that you are rooting for him to win.

Reiner takes the deck and cuts the deck into two sections before placing the top half onto the top for Jean. The first card was dealt to Niccolo, then to Reiner before Jean laid one for himself. Niccolo flipped his card up to reveal a king, not that Jean could take from Niccolo anyways, Reiner immediately swaps his card for Jean's card. Jean views the new card and chuckles slightly while Reiner groans in agony after viewing his newest possession. Jean taps the deck of cards with an index finger before drawing to reveal a seven, which was still much better than the Jack Reiner received.

The sound of stacked quarters clinking against one another Reiner plops one of his two into the cup. Now, everyone only had one quarter each to their names. You were practically on the edge of your seat as you watch the rotation move to the dealer being Niccolo. It was evident there would be someone eliminated this round and the round after that would mark a winner. You just hoped that the winner would be Jean. You knew him the most, you were closest to him, it was only natural that you would hope for Jean to win. Maybe it was favoritism, but you didn't want either Reiner or Niccolo winning one bit.

First card was dealt to Reiner, second to Jean, and last to Niccolo himself. Reiner stares at his card for not even a complete second before he claims that he wants to stay where he's at. The same as Jean who had taken one look at his card and called it that he would also be staying. Niccolo, even though he had the option to draw from the deck of cards since he was the dealer, also stayed with what he had.

"Three two..."Niccolo counts down and he flips his card on the number one.

Reiner jumps up from his comfortable seat when all the cards are revealed around the center console. Both Jean and Niccolo had an Ace while Reiner was left with the number two. Reiner's face is now heated to a mild shade of red out of disbelief, though still being a good sport, he drops his last remaining quarter into the center cup.

Not for much longer the game continues, Niccolo and Jean were the last two standing, but Niccolo was soon to face defeat whenever Jean wins the last round by having an ace in his possession and Niccolo having pulled a higher value card. The boys congratulate Jean on his victory though some of them are petty about it.

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The hexagon shaped bottom of a clear kitchen glass presses against the marbling of the kitchens center island as you place your cup down. Sounds of the bustling group yelling at one another while playing a round of Uno can be heard as you sit in the kitchen alone all by yourself.

To you, a small break away from the activities was needed. So that's exactly what you were currently doing, getting yourself something to drink.

Shadows that cast off of moving individuals illuminate the living room walls as you glance forward to the room adjacent from you. Your fingertips dance a subtle rhythm against the now emptied Libbey glass. The beat is dull and can be drowned out by the snowy breeze that's currently blowing against the frat home. In the reflection of the glass shows a hallway that's located directly behind you as you slowly turn the weighted glass at an angle in your hand.

And suddenly, the clogs begin to turn as a wicked idea begins to form in your head.

The hexagon shaped bottom of the drink ware is pressed against the polished marble island as you direct your weight away from the center counter space. Leaving the empty glass behind as you venture off out of the kitchen and into the hallway that had stolen your attention just a moment ago.

From left to right and back to left again you turn your head each way before glancing at the staircase that was ahead of you. Without a second thought, you find your hand against the rail of the staircase and already five steps upwards on the sturdy oak stairs.

The walls of the great foyer were painted with a recent coat of paint. The interior of the home seemed to be recently updated from what you had seen this far.

"Where exactly are you running off to?" A syrupy voice rings out from behind you.

It was more than safe to say that you'd been caught red handed.

One foot pivots as your other plants down firmly to the step in front of you as you turn in a one eighty degree motion. Chocolate brown eyes and a warm freckle kissed face greets you.

"I was looking for a restroom," a simple lie.

The smile on Marco's face never falters, "sure, right this way," Marco suggests to the top of the staircase and you turn around once more to finish the pursuit up the staircase.

"Thanks again, Marco," you thank the boy once the restroom had been found.

"Don't mention it," Marco begins to tread down the hallway that you two had just ventured through, "by the way, Jean's room is the last door on the right, just in case you were curious."

An excursion to the restroom had only been just a simple ploy for your true intentions, even if they were somewhat devious. Though, you did take advantage to utilize the restroom and to freshen your appearance since given the opportunity.

The somewhat narrow hallway is daunting to you. The sparsely decorated walls feel as though they were beginning to close in as you took short but delicate choppy steps to the door Marco had addressed to be Jeans from not only a few minutes ago. Soon, you found yourself planted in front of a pale plain white door with a golden circular knob as a handle.

Jean's bedroom.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Six- Purple

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The lead from your mechanical pencil left dull scribbles of different examples of French sentences utilizing past participles on your sheet of notebook paper. Your right earbud hummed lightly a tune from Brent Faiyaz in your ear as you worked diligently on your French coursework.

Thursday was the fourth day of November. Midterms had thankfully come to an end, and even though you had managed to pass all of your tests with flying colors, it didn't mean that you hadn't endured any stress during such a treacherous week. You were left feeling burnt out from all of the studying and stress that came with the previous week, sure, the weekend had been an upside for you, but now you were back into your same routine of studying and working hard towards when your next set of tests would be.

Due diligence. You wanted to be on top of everything, especially your grades. University was hard, and you couldn't afford to fail.

So, that's why you were currently sitting in a small cafe just outside of the campus grounds after your last class of the day, trying to stay ahead of the game by tackling your French work. There was a slight sigh of relief from you, feeling at ease for swapping German for French. Not that learning another language was easy, but for you at least, French came to you more naturally.

An old wooden wheelbarrow painted white that was filled and stacked with a variety of pumpkins was the cafe's attempt at decorating for the fall season. Some spheres were bright orange, while others were dull in color, and some were also speckled with bumps and lumpy all over. The wooden vessel was parked stationary right outside the cafe's large glass doors. Every few minutes you would take a moment to give your eyes a rest from your work to glance out of the tall windows and take in the scenery, watching the crisp orange, yellow, and red leaves sweep the cobblestone pathway outside. The pigmented colors of autumn were a sure sight to take in, especially since it wouldn't be much longer until autumn was to turn into Winter and then everything would be dull and grey.

Scarlet maple leaves continuously dance in the wind as you forward your attention to your phone so you could change the song as 'Trust' drew near to its' ending cord.

You had been in the cafe alone for almost forty minutes now working on your course material. This time alone to yourself was a must considering as of recent how much you'd been out in a public setting.

Your fingertip draws away from the device screen, 'because I like a boy,' is now playing in your ear.

The light tune bumps in your ear as you go back to work, scribbling down the foreign language onto the paper. It's when a dim shadow from a passerby walking outside of the cafe obscures your line of vision and sweeps your workspace that steals your attention. The lead of your pencil digs into your paper as you halt your writing process. You see that it is a couple passing by, hand in hand while heading for the entrance of the cafe.

The bright chime from the bell hanging just above the glass door mocks you, the sound of the bell seems to slow down in time and the bright tune twists down a cord in a melancholy manner as you observe the couple entering the cafe together.

How you instantly regretted looking up from your work to witness the two love birds.

Roughly fifteen feet away from you stood a slender figure, one hand buried deep into his jacket pocket, his left hand holding onto the woman's right hand as he stared forward gawking at the cafe menu. His red hair was short on the sides and longer on the top. The girl with dark hair that was glued to his side was still laughing at something that he had said previously while walking into the cafe. The couple had no care in the world and was oblivious to you, while you on the other hand were suffering just by existing around their presence.

Of course, your ex-boyfriend, Floch, and attached to him was Mina.

Jean's offer to help forget about Floch for the night being had done justice because the last time you gave Floch any thought was back at the party whenever you saw him together with Mina. The steamy night together with Jean did more than just help you forget about Floch, the night you shared together was really the only thing you've been able to think about as of recently.

So seeing your ex in the same vicinity as you, especially with the girl he most definitely left you for and more than likely cheated on you with, made your mood plummet drastically. Your whole day was now ruined, that's what it felt like at least to you. You had gone such a long time without thinking about him, almost a week-long, and now it felt like you had to start back from square one all over again. The feelings you had for the man were gone, but seeing him with her and the insinuation of what conspired between the two did hurt you.

With your fingertips curling tightly around the mechanical pencil, you ducked your head down, burying yourself in your work in an attempt to make yourself less noticeable. You plucked your other earbud out of its case and swiftly inserted it into your left ear, at the same time you increased the music's volume and went on with your work, hoping to be able to retain anonymity.

"Shit," you mumble to yourself when you notice you have left random pencil markings on your work.

With a huff, you begin erasing the stray markings and wipe the shedding from your eraser off the table out of frustration. The pink fibers fall aimlessly in the air as you stare down at the paper in front of you. A few minutes pass by and you, fortunately, begin to forget that Floch and Mina were even there in the first place. And no, you were not planning to look up and get a quick analysis of the cafe to check and see if the two were still there in the cafe with you.

That is until you notice in your peripheral vision the movement of two chairs being moved at a nearby table. You snatch your eyes up and over to the commotion of chairs being moved, noticing that both Floch and Mina were sitting down at a nearby table. The table the two were sitting at was so close to you that you thought that they'd seen you and decided to fuck with you by purposely sitting near you as some type of cruel joke. Or maybe, just maybe, they were completely and utterly oblivious to your existence by being so self-absorbed in each other's presence.

The position in which the two were sitting at their table made it easy for you to remain unnoticed unless they were to purposely look around, which you were grateful for. Though, you couldn't help but ignore your work and keep watch of them and how the two interacted with one another. You and Floch used to act the same way with each other at one point in time when things were nice and fresh between the two of you at the beginning of your relationship, but those more joyful memories seemed so far and distant now.

The atmosphere around you was now bleak, a bitter taste was left lingering in your mouth, and it wasn't due to the aftertaste of your cinnamon maple latte either. You felt more than uncomfortable being entangled in the same presence as the two, you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, and you would do so if applicable. But, instead of committing to such drastic actions, you decided to make it easy on yourself to pack up and leave.

The porcelain cup which held the remnants of your unfinished caffeinated beverage clanked against a dirty plate at the cafe's dish drop-off that customers would use once finished dining in. You hadn't even had both straps of your backpack completely looped over your arms before you pressed through the exit of the cafe.

Finally being outside of the cafe and standing on the cobblestone walkway strip felt freeing to you, like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, and that you were no longer being suffocated. The day sky was a shade of dusty pink as the time of day slowly began to change from day to night.

Your fingertips pinch onto your left earbud and you place it back into its case as you began to head your way back towards your dorm, there you would cocoon yourself inside of your comforter for the rest of the night, and maybe even all weekend long. While pushing the earbud pack into the pocket of your sweatpants, you halt in your tracks, pausing your march back to your room as you notice a familiar sweet freckled face exiting a store with a large yet slender white box hugged in his arms.

"McFly!" You say while striding towards the man with dark hair, putting your other earbud away mid-process.

Marco's face lights up brightly and says your name whenever he notices you approaching him, "I was confused for a second whenever you said McFly but then it hit me. But, oh my goodness, hi, how are you? I haven't seen you since the party."

Seeing Marco's happy smile immediately began to cheer you up, he seemed to be such a sweetheart.

You laugh while listening to him, "I had to get your attention somehow, and I am feeling a little crummy right now, but I will be okay. How are you, Marco?"

"Why are you feeling crummy right now?" Marco asks with a slight frown on his face before saying anything else. "I am doing great, thanks for asking. Actually, I am super excited for tonight," Marco suggests to the box he is holding in his arms.

"You do seem really excited, what's tonight?" You ask, forwarding towards the white box, "and it's just relationship things, I just had an encounter with my ex, unfortunately."

"I'm sorry to hear that you're feeling a little down right now. And tonight, a few of the boys from our frat and I are going out to have dinner at a restaurant to have a mini celebration for Armin's birthday that was yesterday, I was picking up a cake for the occasion."

The news was a surprise to you, "yesterday was Armin's birthday? I had no clue."

"Yeah, and as I said, we're just doing a small celebration since there's going to be a huge party next Friday to celebrate both Armin and Porco's birthdays since their birthdays are only like a week apart from one another."

"I am jealous, I love cake," you huffed a joyful response, "also, could you make sure to tell Armin I said happy birthday for me, please?"

"Of course, I can do that for you without a doubt," his chocolate brown eyes are shining at you as he smiles, "what are your plans for the rest of this fine Thursday evening?"

"Oh," your voice drains as you think of what to say. Because explaining to Marco that you were on the way back to your room to hide away in your covers would be way too embarrassing, "nothing much honestly, probably just stay in my room for the rest of the night."

Marco's eyebrows furrow together slightly and it seems like he begins to think of something momentarily. Then, his face lightens up brightly as it seems like an idea struck him out of nowhere.

"Marco?" you ask, wondering what it could be that he thought of.

Marco says your name full of excitement, "you know what? Instead of me telling Armin happy birthday for you, how about you do it yourself by coming out with us tonight, it will be great!"

"I don't know, I wouldn't want to impose since I wasn't invited originally. And besides, didn't you say if was just people from your frat going to be there?"

"Well, I am inviting you now, if anyone has a problem with it then they'll just have to deal with me. Plus, Jean will be there," he cooed the last bit, almost as if he were trying to get a reaction out of you.

Jean. As for pretty much everyone else, Jean was also someone you hadn't seen since the night together in your dorm room. You wanted to see him again, but you never knew how to ask over text, you kept quiet.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip lightly as you think of a response, "only if you're sure that it'll be okay if I show up, I wouldn't want anyone to be annoyed with my presence."

"Trust me, I promise, and it was just an idea it's not like there are any set rules to it," Marco's voice is encouraging, "asides from dressing semi-formal, Armin's request, of course."

"Okay, fine, it's a done deal," you say but quickly you realize something, "by the way, what time and where exactly?"

Marco happily gives you both the time of the place where the birthday dinner was supposed to be, and where the dinner was planned to be held. With the new information, your trip home to your dorm room is quicker than you'd originally anticipated. And as soon as you got back to your room, you got to work since you only had an hour and a half at most to both be ready and be at the restaurant on time.

The time is almost twenty after six in the evening as you approach a cream-colored stone building that seemed to be three stories tall. The brick of the building was old and seemed to be able to tell a tale of years while the paint was fresh and new. Bright warm light shines through all of the windows which are tall and narrow and boxed in with dark wooden frames. There are three thin trees spaced out evenly just in front of the old building. There are benches lined up parallel to the building, the same as small plant boxes for decoration. A large sign at the very top of the building had the name 'Sina's' in cursive script, the subscript underneath read the words 'dine, lounge, and bar'.

You stare at yourself in the reflection of the front door, raking in your appearance and doubling yourself over to make sure you looked decent enough. It had been a while since you last saw Jean, and for some reason, you wanted to make sure you looked your best for this occasion. Hugging onto your body was a ruched fabric bodycon dress with sheer long sleeves in the shade of rich deep purple. You wore your favorite color of jewelry to match the dress, along with black high heels to go with tonight's look.

You swap your clutch to your other hand as you push through the swing door and into the inside of the restaurant. The open space is tall with high ceilings, there is a grand staircase that leads up to the next floor. Two large waterfall-type fountains are structured into the wall just beside both sides of the staircase. After taking a moment to gawk at the main entryway, there is a man standing at a podium just beside the entrance who was ready to greet you.

"Good evening ma'am, welcome to Sina's, how may I assist you?" the sound of water lapping plays in your ear.

"I am supposed to be having dinner with my friends here tonight at around this time."

"If you head just up those stairs," the employee points towards the staircase, "you will find yourself in the restaurant where you will be seated with your group."

"Okay, thank you so much," you say to the man while also shining a polite smile before heading upstairs.

"By yourself?" The hostess asks while collecting a single menu as soon as he sees you approach.

"No, I'm here with a large group, the reservation should be under the last name Arlert."

"Why of course, the party of nine, right this way," the host places the menu back where he originally grabbed it from, "if you'll just follow me."

You follow the tall lanky individual across the restaurant until you reach a big circular table that already had menus all aligned along with perfectly folded napkins that held gold-plated silverware pocketed inside the folds. You also notice Marco who was currently readjusting the center of the table with the box of birthday cake and a card.

"Thank you," you say while collecting a seat that had you facing the entrance, "where is everyone else, Marco?" You couldn't help but observe that it was just Marco currently present while the rest of the table was vacant.

Marco's voice shines as he greets you, "the time for dinner is supposed to be six-thirty, I wanted us to get here early so you could help me prep some things," he explains.

"That explains why you told me to be here at six twenty instead of a normal time such as six thirty," you laugh lightly, "what do you need my help with?"

Marco chuckles at the first part of your sentence, "I've pretty much got it, honestly I just wanted some company while I got everything ready."

It doesn't even take another minute before he is finished setting up the table completely. In the center of the table was the birthday cake, along with a card that was signed by Marco, and underneath the cake and laying scattered across the tablecloth was large gold metallic confetti.

To avoid feeling exposed by bringing nothing to the table, Marco had done the favor of scribbling your name down onto the card he had brought with him, you made sure to slip some extra cash on the inside.

"It looks great, Marco," you admire his handwork and his attention to detail, "you did a nice job."

"Thank you," Marco sports a radiating smile as he admires his work before he checks his dark brown leather watch to evaluate the time, "we still have a few minutes left to kill before the rest of our group shows up."

"Thanks again for inviting me out tonight, Marco, I didn't want to say this earlier, but if I am being honest, I was planning on going back to my room and staying in bed for the rest of the night if it weren't for you."

"Please, it was all my pleasure, and actually," Marco pauses for a moment as he scans the area before continuing, "I wanted to thank you for something."

"Thank me... what for exactly?" You stare at him with a questioning look painted across your face.

You were more than curious to find out what it was exactly Marco was so thankful for.

"About Jean, you see, Jean has been one of my closest friends for quite some time now and he has been in a dark place for a little while, even though he won't open up and admit to it. Not only that, but the aftermath of him and his ex hasn't been pretty. I will say though, in the past few weeks I've noticed a positive change in him and I can only connect the dots that it might have something to do with you, so whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it please, I haven't seen Jean this happy in a while."

The ex Jean was talking about at the costume party, that ex? Even though Jean had said he wasn't sure if he was in love with her, was there more to the story?

"Me? Are you sure, Marco? I haven't done anything special besides exist," you've done more than just exist in Jean's world, but you were going to spare Marco the explicit details that had occurred between you and Jean.

Marco shrugs, "it's just my suspicion, that's all, he seems a bit brighter around the house and he brings you up quite often believe it or not, also, did you know that Jean is a mama's boy?"

All of the information that Marco was throwing at you was a lot to process, and your brain was only processing things at half speed, "wait a minute, he talks about me? What, a mama's boy, where'd that even come from?"

"You cannot tell him that I told you any of this, okay? So, back a few weeks ago, he tells me about how this beautiful woman bumped into him while he was on a jog and he felt like a dumbass for not grabbing her number. He felt like all hope was lost until he saw her again at a party the very next day."

A wave of heat flashes over you, toasting your face as you listen to Marco speak about how Jean was talking about you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, but, at the same time, you couldn't get enough of the tea and wanted Marco to keep spilling the beans.

"After the party that he went to, he was back in my room telling me how he managed to kiss her at that party and how he ran into her again and invited her to a Halloween party," Marco continues.

"Okay, so maybe that is me he was talking about, all of that stuff did happen between us," and more than just that too.

"And about him being a mama's boy, I just think it's because he misses home or something."

Just as you open your mouth to say another word, your response is cut short when you notice a large group begins to walk toward the table where you and Marco were seated at. You immediately notice the birthday boy himself before anyone else due to such radiant glow that engulfed him.

Shortly after, you notice the tall man with ash-colored hair walking just behind the vast group talking with who seemed to be Niccolo. From what you can see, you cannot help but notice a small unrecognizable frown pulling at his lips as he walks towards the table behind everyone.

"No way," Eren spouts a look of surprise whenever he notices you and shouts your name to gather your attention, "what're you doing here?"

Eren saying your name causes Jean's attention to rip away from the conversation he was having with Niccolo. Jean's eyes are glued to you as you stand from your chair to greet everyone. You had your arms open to Armin to wish him a hello and a happy birthday, but instead of the blond wrapping his arms around you, Eren made sure to swoop in and get to you first. Eren's gesture is genuine, this you could tell to be truthful compared to other times you'd seen him, especially whenever he wasn't sober.

Eren's presence is inviting enough, but, there's something off about the embrace that has you almost instantly rejecting his closeness internally. It's as if something felt off to you, or the encounter just outright felt unnatural. Jean's eyes narrow down on you and Eren as he watches the encounter from afar.

"Hello, Eren," you say as the tall brunette releases you from his grasp, "why, don't you clean up nice," there was a subtle hint of surprise laced in your voice as you viewed Eren's well-groomed appearance.

You couldn't help but poke fun at the boy with shining emerald-colored eyes. For once his hair was neatly tied back without any flyaways hanging loosely, nor did his breath reek of cheap booze and his vape pen.

"Special occasion," Eren says to you with a toothy grin and a light pat on your shoulder before he chooses a seat at the table.

"Armin," you finally greet the birthday boy with a light embrace, whenever you two separate is when you continue to speak, "I'm so sorry I didn't realize it was your birthday yesterday, I had no idea or I would've said something sooner, but, happy birthday nonetheless!"

"Thank you so much, and no, It's okay, I don't go around spouting to people that it's my birthday, so it's understandable that you weren't aware, I'm glad that you are here actually, it's a nice surprise."

Jean is the last person you greet out of the entire group. His saunter has a certain beat to it as he strides over to you. He stands front and center to you, standing tall as he towers adjacent to you. You weren't sure why but you were full of nerves being within his vicinity, even though there was no real reason to be nervous especially after sharing more than one explicit evening together.

"Jean, hello," your senses are swamped with the familiarity of Jean's rich sheer cashmere cologne as his long arms pull you to him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jean's hand is caressing the small of your back as he has you sink into his embrace, "I'm happy to see you."

Feeling the warmth of his body press against yours made you want to melt into him as his presence engulfed you. Feeling weak at the knees by his touch alone left you feeling helpless. But before you were left in a sea of hopelessness, the intimate encounter between you two ended faster than you would've preferred.

Your skin was left buzzing in all of the places where Jean had just touched you, your skin felt aflame as if his touch had set you on fire. You wondered if Jean was currently feeling the same way as you.

As the two of you reluctantly pull away from one another, you drink the tall figure in as he stands before you. Jean's ash-colored hair is combed back at the sides, though strands still manage to fall and drape over his forehead and over his hazel eyes. Jean wore a dark grey overcoat with a deep maroon turtleneck tucked into black slacks underneath. His eyebrows are relaxed as you finally draw your attention back to his face, you catch his pale eyes drinking you in as you had been doing the same to him.

Jean laughs slightly whenever the two of you make eye contact, noticing that you caught him eyeing you, "you're wearing purple, the dress looks great on you."

"That I am, and thank you, Jean," you bat an eye playfully, knowing the reason why you picked this dress was from recalling that purple was Jean's favorite color.

Jean helps you take your seat by pulling out your chair for you, and whenever you're seated he helps you push the seat forward to the table. Jean follows suit by taking the seat to your right before the spot is taken since Marco had already taken the seat to your left.

Sitting beside Jean felt comfortable, natural, even.

Jean tilts his chair back, leaning back in the chair to gain eyesight on Marco. The two begin to have a conversation oh hello's and how are you's to catch up with one another behind your back as you pluck the menu from off of the table and your eyes begin to wander across the options.

Just as you were becoming well acquainted with the menu, you hear Eren speak out from across the table.

"There she is," Eren announces as his eyes are pinned to the entrance, "I thought you weren't going to make it."

You turn in your seat to watch as a woman who was wearing a red satin dress breeze through the circular dinner tables toward your group. You had only seen her once or twice before, each time was from both parties you had attended recently. The name that belonged to the woman was on the tip of your tongue, but, unfortunately, your memory was currently failing you.

"Hey, Mikasa, I didn't think you were showing up with us tonight," Armin chimes brightly at the woman with short dark hair.

"Happy birthday again, Armin," she crouches beside the blond and places a small gift box in front of the man, "Annie sends her birthday wishes," Mikasa's lips draw into a small pucker as she kisses the birthday boy by the ear.

Armin's milky white face floods to a scarlet hue after listening to Mikasa's response, "thank you, Mikasa," his bright blue orbs comb over the small gift as the corners of his mouth pinch to a smile.

Eren nudges Armin with a sheepish elbow press to the upper arm to gather the blond's attention. Armin is pulled from his bashful trance to glance at Eren, at the same time Eren mouths something to Armin, the only bit of information you could collect from Eren's lips was the word 'Annie'.

"I had trouble finding parking for this place, or I would've been here sooner," Mikasa apologizes as she finds a seat to the left of Eren.

"I think we all had trouble finding a place to park for this place," Jean jumps in on the conversation.

You look at Jean after he speaks and begin to analyze how his eyes happen to linger on the woman in the red dress. Watching his pale eyes stay fastened onto Mikasa as the conversation flows around the table causes your stomach to involuntarily twist and bend while an undisclosed feeling begins brewing deep within you. While watching the two and slowly piecing bits and clues together, mainly how Jean's eyes were pinned to her and how he would smile when speaking, but the corners of his mouth would form into a frown each time Mikasa looked away from Jean's vicinity. Realization hits you which helps you finally connect the pieces together and see the bigger picture, or, the reality of the situation.

Mikasa was Jean's mysterious ex.

To you, everything began to make so much more sense. And you couldn't help but belittle yourself for not figuring it out sooner.

Remembering back to the Halloween party when you and Jean sat in the locked room completing the dare that Sasha commanded you two to execute, and how Jean began talking about his past with his ex. How Jean explained to you on the couch that his ex was there at the party, you remember Mikasa being there that night at the Halloween party, along with the other party previous to the costume party as well.

You try to shake the feeling away of what felt like some form of jealousy or bitterness by shifting in your seat, fixing your posture, and focusing your attention face forward so that way your eyes land on Armin before your line of sight falls to the script printed on the restaurant's menu. Your eyes continuously rake over the dinner entrees without processing any of the words while reminding yourself of how Jean reassured you that same night that he was completely over his ex and past relationship. Jean was more than genuine when he opened up to you about such a delicate topic, this you had thought at least.

Biting the bullet, you push your feelings aside because you knew that it made no sense to feel this type of way, it was childish. Jean was no one in particular to you aside from someone you had been having casual hookups with, there had been no feelings involved. Jean wasn't your man, he had been there to help you forget about Floch, so Jean's personal affairs shouldn't be a hindrance to you, let alone be any of your business or concern. You told yourself that to be true, but even you didn't believe in yourself.

Glasses of champagne had been poured as refreshments and topped off for refills as the dinner commenced. Light classical tones of a live musician playing a tune of Erik Satie on a grand piano from another section of the building trickled into the dining area.

The pad of your index finger taps on the glass of your champagne to the melody while you hold the drink in your hand as you glance around the restaurant while others laugh cheerfully across the table. You had been relatively quiet the whole evening, aside from quick responses and dry laughs whenever you were talked to directly, but when it came to initiating conversation you remained silent.

Your line of sight casts over toward the right side of the table, lips against the rim of your glass as you intake the rest of your champagne while glancing at Jean. As if Jean can sense your eyes on him, he turns his head to the left, his eyes glancing off into the distance before his eyes snatch to you, instinctively finding yours and holding eye contact with you. There is a catch in your throat as you exhale deeply. Throughout the evening, your eyes caught onto Jean's more than a handful of times whenever you'd glance around to see Jean looking at you. And each time, your heart would swell with a dull pressure.

"Would you like more champagne?" Jean leans towards you so he could be heard by you from over the volume of the table, referring to the bottle of champagne that had been left in a bucket of ice for the group.

"No, thank you, Jean," you place the tall glass down beside your half-eaten plate of pasta, "I am going to go freshen up before they start digging into dessert," you say while taking the napkin you had laid in your lap on top of the table as you push your seat back and stand to your feet. "I will be right back," you announce to the table.

The palms of your hands run along the fabric of your dress to adjust your appearance. You press your weight against your chair to slide it back under the table before deciding to wander off to find the restroom. Just as you make an exit out of the dining area, you glance over your left shoulder only to notice Jean watching you make your exit.

You needed a moment alone to gather yourself. Not that you didn't enjoy the others who were around you, but, you wanted to get ahold of your thoughts and feelings and gain control of your emotional stability to prevent a shadow of gloom from casting over the others. The thought of being jealous was absurd, there was no reason to be jealous over something so simple as Jean eyeballing his assumed ex, yet, you couldn't shake the bitter feeling that had been lingering deep in a pit inside of you.

Frosted cranberry-scented soap bubbles were frothy against your palms as you scrubbed your hands under the warm sink water, letting out internal frustration. You were at a crossroads with yourself by both your mind and body going against each other. Logically, you knew that there was no reason to feel so bitter, but your body wasn't listening to your own sound reasoning.

The paper towel was ripped with one swift motion from the dispenser before you began to pat your hands dry. You crumple the paper towel into a tight ball before tossing the used paper into the waste bin. Just before you decide on leaving the restroom, you touch up both your hair and makeup before venturing off back to the table.

As you were walking back to join the group, your attention is drawn towards a set of tall French doors with glass windows that lead out to the outside. You can see from inside that it is a dimly lit outside patio with the option of dining outside. Without thinking, or without any reason, you are drawn to the exit doors and make your quiet approach to the cold autumn nighttime.

**Listen to 'My Luv' by RINI and Bibi Bourelly now to get the full feels of this scene**

You stand just before the railing of the restaurant's patio, staring out into the shining night sky of the city lights. Luckily enough for you, no one else was to be seen outside due to the chilling temperature the nighttime brought about. Sheer white vapor exhales from your parted lips as you take the bustling scenery in. You clasp your palms around your upper arms and rub your skin hoping the friction warms you up as you stand alone outside.

It was times like this you enjoyed, times that brought to you a sense of clarity and peace.

You can hear the door from the restaurant open and close, and you retain your own bubble and ignore the other restaurantgoers while you stay pinned in your own little world. That is until you feel a warm and heavy material blanket your shoulders as Jean's voice softly speaks your name into presence in the night's atmosphere.

You're pulled from your own headspace to turn and look at Jean who was standing behind you, and you notice that he too was staring out at the city lights.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself, is there something bothering you?" Jean's eyes are staring out at the city lights before he turns to look at you.

"Jean," your lips buzz as you gather something to tell him, "nothing is bothering me, I just wanted some fresh air is all," you lie.

The old Eddison bulbs hanging in fixed arrays shine warm light which cascades over both you and Jean. Though there is scarce lighting, Jean is illuminated by the warm light, and the warm light dusts over Jean which makes his skin glow.

"Is that so?" His eyes lead back out to the city lights as he turns his head, his face dips downward as he hangs his head in between his arms that he has perched on the railing.

Jean is quiet for a moment, the silence envelopes you two, but the silence isn't uncomfortable. Without any premeditation, Jean lifts his head, eyes still drawing out to the distance. You cut your attention away from watching his facial features and go back to gazing out at the moving city as well.

Your fingertips pinch at the sides of Jean's heavy coat that he draped over your shoulders just a few moments ago, closing the fabric over yourself to give yourself some warmth. Without looking, Jean leans to the left which allows his arm to press against yours, his body heat radiating off onto you. His presence warms you up even though you were only parallel to each other.

"I don't know," Jean states while messing with his hands, "I feel like there's something bothering you, did I do anything to upset you? Did something happen with your ex again? I'm here to listen to you if you have anything to say."

You weren't sure if it were scary or impressive how well Jean could read you like a book.

Yes and yes.

"You didn't do anything to upset me, Jean," another lie from you, "and yes, kinda sorta, I saw him earlier today with the same girl and I've been in a weird mood ever since then. It's so odd because I don't even care about him anymore, but I guess realizing that I was probably cheated on with that girl is what irks me."

Jean's jacket acts as your cocoon as you try to shield yourself away from the rest of the world as you pour your heart out. Though Jean was looking face forward out at the city, it didn't mean he wasn't paying attention any less.

Jean's chest drops as he exhales as if he had come to a mental agreement about something before taking a step back away from the patio railing. Turning on your right foot, you watch as Jean takes another step forward, but this time he approaches you directly. Jean places his hands on the railing at either side of you, you fluidly step back into place, your rear end pressing into the cold safety fence behind you. You were now enclosed in Jean's presence as his long strong arms trapped you in place. You could drown in Jean's familiar cologne due to how close he was to you.

His head is bent so that way his eyes were all on you, only on you. The sides of his face were illuminated and glowing from the warm Eddison bulbs, but a shadow was cast over the depths of his face. Even though a majority of his face was blanketed with darkness, his amber eyes still radiated with brightness as he was holding eye contact with you.

You could feel your rampant heartbeat vibrate your entire body as you stood pressed against the safety rail. You felt like your entire world was closing in whenever Jean says your name for another time in a hushed tone.

"I know that my original offer was for the other night back at the Halloween party, but, I'd like to clarify some more," Jean's chest rises and falls as if he was gathering the courage to speak. "I would be more than willing to help you forget about him and what he did to you, whenever you need it," Jean dips his head down closer to you, waiting to hear your response, "I don't mind."

'Whenever you need it' repeats over and over again in your head.

"Jean," you peer up at him through your eyelashes as his face lingers dangerously close to yours.

There are no other words said or shared between you two as Jean's lips hover just above yours, you couldn't even begin to fathom a reply as you were more focused on how it would feel for your lips to connect with Jean's. You feel his warm exhales of anticipation fan your skin, sending a cool shiver up your spine. Instead of the bitter feeling you'd been feeling all night, now there was a new feeling erupting in your core, you couldn't place the emotion, all you knew is that your body yearned to be touched by Jean- no, craved.

A jolt of electricity shoots through your body and all of your extremities whenever Jean's lips finally press against yours. Your feet felt embedded in the ground, like you could never be moved and that nothing could come in your way with Jean, yet at the same time you felt lighter than air and that a simple wind could brush past you and knock you over.

As you stand lip-locked with Jean on the restaurant's dimly lit patio, you feel his body heat axis ring against you. Jean's hands grip the railing as the kiss deepens and is filled with more passion. Your nose is swamped with his sweet whiskey scent as Jean's presence engulfs you.

Jean's knuckles burn white as his fingers crease the metal pole, wanting to do nothing more than grab ahold of you, but he held himself back. Jean's pelvis presses into you as he drinks you in, slow yet deep kisses you two share. His tongue grazes against your lower lip and you immediately allow him entrance. Jean's tongue brushes over yours in a smooth motion and swirls back around. You two play this battle for a moment, but it is clear to you that Jean is much more powerful than you, much more dominant, you knew you couldn't win but it was more than pleasurable trying.

A sweet moan forms in the back of your throat and is muffled by Jean's mouth. Jean would more than happily take you right then and there if applicable, but both you and Jean knew better to commit such a scandalous act at a time and place like this. Instead, Jean stood before you, pressing into you gingerly as you reach your hands up to the back of his neck to have him deepen the kiss and form more into you. Naturally, your hand runs through his lengthy hair, grabbing onto the man and refusing to never let him go. Your muffled moans seep through the corners of your mouth as you and Jean would bob your heads in a synchronized rhythm together. Every time Jean would hear you moan would result in the corners of his lips perking up into a grin. How he loved hearing you make sounds of pleasure from his doing.

Unable to take much more, Jean caves in as his fingers release the railing and his hands push through the opening of his coat that you worse and slip onto your body. His hands instantly rake your body over, feeling along all of your dips and curves through the tight fabric of your dress. Naturally, Jean pulls you in close to him, his hips now pressing into you as the passionate kiss continues without any pauses or hiccups. The two of you share a groove together that is seamless and natural.

Though the two of you could've kept going with your passionate make-out session, Jean reluctantly pulls his lips away from yours. As soon as his lips are peeled away from yours, you heave in deep shaky breaths of hot air. Jean dips his head to you once again, his forehead pressing against yours as he too takes a moment to catch his breath.

"I have missed seeing you around," Jean's voice is patchy with the intake and exhale of shallow breaths as he says your name.

Hearing Jean say this makes your insides swell with splendor. The corners of your mouth poke upward into a bashful grin as you peer down, reliving the information Jean had just revealed to you.

"Really? Why's that, Jean," you were curious to know, but, mainly you wanted to hear what Jean had to say.

Jean's chest vibrates as he chuckles breathlessly, "are you seriously going to make me say it? Fine, if I'm being honest with you, I enjoy your presence, that's why I've missed seeing you around."

Truth be told, you had missed Jean entirely way too much. Much more than you would've thought or expected, but you weren't going to tell him that.

His bright hazel eyes are darkened as you tilt your chin up, locking eye contact with him. All humorous tones had cleared from his voice. Jean's eyebrows are slightly pinched together as he stares down at you, his right hand reaching for your face as he continues holding eye contact. You fell into a trance staring at the man, feeling the warmth his hand brought to your cheek as the pad of his thumb strokes smoothly against your skin. Jean hadn't given you any time to speak, let any time to form a thought and think on what he had said.

Jean's fingertips lightly press into your face as he maneuvers your head back, chin tilting back as he places one last soft kiss on your lips, "I think it's time we head back in before they come searching for us."

You nod your head in a brief motion, watching Jean as he retracts his hand away from your face to brush his long fingers through his hair. Jean is close beside you as he leads the way back to the glass window pane door. You made sure to shrug off Jean's coat and return it back to him just before entering the inside of the restaurant.

Just as you were passing through the threshold of the door, a thought occurs to you, "so, were you looking for me?"

Amber eyes glance down at you then back straightforwardly, "I was worried about you, and I had this feeling that something was bothering you throughout the evening, so I came looking for you to make sure that everything was alright."

"Thank you for checking up on me," a content smile is plastered on your face.

The thought of Jean's ex would have to be tucked and buried away into the deepest parts of your brain, at least for now, at least for the rest of the night. With the thought of Jean's ex out of the picture, you could enjoy the rest of the time you had together with Jean before dinner was over.

They always say that ignorance is bliss.

That's exactly what you were going to do. There was no need to dwell over something that you couldn't control. Controlling who Jean's ex was was way out of your power, the only thing you could try to do at least was not let the fact bother you so much. Not that there was a real reason to care anyway, Jean wasn't your boyfriend, his loyalties didn't lie to you, and neither did yours to him. Besides, being wound up in a new relationship after recently being broken up with would've been too soon. To you, hooking up to forget about Floch was currently the best option, you got what you wanted without any ties, without any commitment. And it seemed that Jean had no issue with hooking up either.

The group at the dinner table was steadfast in talking to one another, it almost seemed like no one even noticed or recalled you stepping away in the first place, let alone Jean as well. Whenever both you and Jean approached the table, a few eyes glanced at you and smiles followed suit as you were welcomed back to the table.

"Welcome back, while you were gone we sang happy birthday as dessert was served and I was about to open my gifts that everyone brought," Armin informs you.

Jean pulls your seat out for you from under the table, and you rightfully take your seat back with everyone else. Jean helps push you back into place before he takes his seat right beside you.

"Let's see it, shall we?" Jean says, his chin resting on the palm of his right hand as he has his arm propped up on the table, his expression seems flat but his voice is saucy enough.

You catch his hazel eyes glancing over at you after Jean finishes speaking to Armin. The corner of Jean's lips pins into a sly smile after he notices you catch him glancing at you while he corrects his posture and sits up straight in his chair, his chest flaring broadly. Or, rather, he smiles after seeing you had stolen a glance at him just as he did the same to you.

By the time Armin was finished with opening the gifts he had received from everyone you had finished your slice of birthday cake that was provided by Marco, and everyone's tab had already been settled.

Before anyone from the table were to depart again, Eren halts everyone from moving any further as he pulls out his cell phone.

"Sit your asses down, we need to take a couple of group pics with the birthday boy," he announces, staring straight at his phone as his thumb taps on the camera application.

Eren stands to his feet and crouches a bit as he holds his phone up to take a group selfie of the table. Everyone around the table gets ready and into position, you take a second to readjust yourself and get ready for the photo before leaning in and over to the side to be seen by the camera. You feel Jean's left arm snake around your shoulder along with his weight shifting towards you slightly which causes a chill you race up your spine. You take a quick second to glance over your right shoulder to look at him, his eyes are pinned on the cell phone in Eren's hands and there was a bright smile on his face. Quickly, your attention is back forward to the selfie that was about to be taken, your lips are peeled into a cheerful smile as Eren counts down from three.

"Happy birthday, Armin," Eren cheers, snapping a shot of the moment.

Everyone goes back to normal and falls out of poses. You notice Mikasa's eyes are on you and Jean as his arm slips away from around your shoulder. A knot twists in your stomach with an unpleasant feeling even though she is smiling at you. The feeling you try to ignore as you push your chair back away from the table and stand to your feet.

You follow along with everyone outside of the restaurant, Armin leading the group with Eren by his side, and to Armin's left was Mikasa. You fell somewhere in between the mix of everyone, with Jean still right beside you, of course. You were holding casual conversation all the way out of the building until you hear Eren call out your name. Your attention is pulled to the front of the group, noticing Eren had stopped to turn around and look for you.

"Yes?" you continue to make your approach.

"Would you be up to stopping by the frat? We are going to play some games before calling it a night if you'd like to join, we are all heading that way from here."

"Sure, I don't see why not," you pull out your phone to contact your taxi service, "I just need the address for my uber."

Jean's large hand fans for your attention, "don't worry about wasting money and calling an uber, I can drive us back to the house," Jean's hand digs into his pants pocket as he pulls out his set of keys.

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AOT headcanons pt.1

Jean, Connie, n Sasha would deffo sing ‘I Want It That Way’ by the Backstreet Boys together

Connie would carry the group by putting his whole mf SOUL AND FOOT into his verses

Connie cannot sing well

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Five- Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy PT.2

Chapter Six Part Two of Forget

((very explicit adult content in this chapter))

A familiar emotion flickered in Jean's intense eyes as he stared at you, still holding onto your hip as you were perched perfectly in his lap. A deep-rooted hunger dug away at your stomach, twisting your insides into knots even though in the back of your head you knew that Jean only tasked you to do such a dare for the sole purpose of making Floch jealous.

Nothing more, nothing less.

There was no other way around it, he wouldn't dare you something to this extent for any other motive, this you were sure of.

"Too bad Sasha is going to miss this one, she would malfunction or something," you could hear Connie whisper off to the side, earning a few dry laughs from some of those in earshot.

A silent swipe of your tongue glazed over your bottom lip to moisten the flesh before leaning in. Jean flicked his cowboy hat with a solid swish of his index finger, tipping the brim of his hat upwards to allow space for your faces to meet. Jean's smooth voice still repeats in your ear.

There was a subtle hint of alcohol on Jean's breath, but the alcohol on his lips was now on yours when your lips finally connected with his. Jean's hand that had been on your hip somehow made new emissions of electricity rush up your side as his palm and fingers began to move in a soothing sensual motion against your body.

His tongue waltzed over your lower lip before biting softly. A groan caught in the back of your throat, but you managed to eliminate any possible noise from croaking out to save yourself from embarrassment.

One hand was pushed against Jean's broad chest while the other was occupied holding onto a purple solo cup of alcohol. You were able to stabilize yourself with your weight pressed against him as the kiss continued. Jean's knuckles curled into your side as the kiss deepened, you were almost pulled against him by his motion.

The beating of your heart was rampant in your chest when you finally broke the kiss. Jean's chest rose and fell animatedly with each coarse breath he inhaled and exhaled. If it weren't for the amount of liquid courage in your system, you weren't sure if a kiss like that could've been accomplished in public surroundings.

There was something deep within telling you not to pull away, but the dare had to end at some point.

"Here I was thinking you two were going to have to get a room or something," Reiner jested, resulting in a few chuckles here and there.

"I don't think Jean-boy would be against that idea," Eren prodded, only adding more fuel to the flame with teases.

Jean swayed his head with the rolling of his eyes, telling Eren to hush. Eren of course only laughed off Jean's annoyed state, taking a sip from his cup. Jean fixed his hat and decided it was best just to ignore Eren when he was drunk like this.

'That kiss only happened to make Floch jealous.'

"Marco," though you didn't intend to, your voice came out as a whisper under your unsteady breath, "I'm pretty sure it's your turn now."

Marco proceeded with a quick thank you and went on to scan the faces in the group, picking the target for his dare. While the victim was still unknown, your eyes wandered from your lap to your knees then down to the flooring, where eventually they trailed in Floch's direction. If you could check and see if Floch was bothered by any chance whatsoever, then that would be good enough for you.

Or, that's what you repeated in your head at least.

Nothing but total indifference was washed over Floch's fair face, his eyes were glued diagonally to the further wall, almost near the exit. Everything about him in his current state seemed distant. His index finger tapped mutely against the nearly half-empty bottle of alcohol he was holding.

There was a pang in your chest, but not of sorrow. You knew that your recent attempts at making Floch jealous had been futile.

"I dare you to go streaking down the street and back," Marco's voice broke you out from your own world of thoughts.

"I'm not doing that," Armin shook his head, his cheeks already burning a bright shade of scarlet. "I can't afford to be arrested, so I'll be taking a shot," Armin took hold of the nearest bottle of vodka available and harshly downed a burning gulp of the liquid.

Jean shifted slightly, leaning towards Marco, "I can't believe you'd ask Armin to do a dare like that, Marco," you listened to Jean speak from behind you.

A woman with blonde hair that was sitting to the left of Armin was next to pick someone for a dare. After Reiner was picked to receive a dare, your attention shifted to see a flustered Sasha making a beeline for your direction. Niccolo was close behind her, if not beside her.

Connie held his hand up to his mouth in order to howl a word whistle out loudly as the two approached the group. Sasha rolled her eyes, ignoring Connie completely.

"Welcome back, you two," Connie said with a suggestive tone of voice and a smug look to match.

You couldn't help but grin at the sight. How red Sasha's face was, and how Niccolo would only look everywhere but the group. Their body language said it all, that and how their appearances looked out of uniform as they once were previous. Something definitely happened in that spare room, but you wouldn't openly expose them like that with overbearing questions.

Sasha took her rightful spot beside Connie, her ankles crossing once seated. Niccolo, whose blond locks of hair seemed to be astray, reclaimed his original seat beside Sasha.

"Well, come on what happened in there?" Connie bumped Sasha on her shoulder, "don't leave your best friend hanging."

Though Connie was persistent, Sasha's lips were sealed shut. She seemed to be like she was silently contemplating, waiting for something to happen. But what?

Sasha was quiet all up until it was her turn to pick someone to take a dare.

And that's when she called your name.

Your body perked up due to the call of your name. Wondering what dare Sasha would throw your way. But as you thought about it, you suddenly remembered the face Sasha made at you before going with Niccolo. Your stomach dropped, the anticipation gnawing at you.

Hopefully, she wouldn't pick something too bad.

"Yes?"

"I dare you to go lock yourself in that same room for fifteen minutes, but with Jean," after the dare was said, her cheerful demeanor resurfaced.

Underneath you, you could feel Jean as he stiffened up momentarily.

"Or you can take a shot-"

By accident, your eyes met with Floch's for a brief second. There was an unimaginable sense of hatred that boiled inside of you. And instead of listening to proper reasoning, you decided to throw any and all doubts aside.

You'd already found yourself standing up, "I'll do the dare."

'I mean, what's the worst that could happen?'

Jean, who'd already followed suit, stood tall beside you, ignoring all the relentless suggestive comments coming from Eren, Connie, Marco, and Reiner. You turned on your heel to get a quick look at Jean as he stood beside you, managing to steal a glimpse of Floch, who sat in his seat, lips pressed together in an expressionless manner.

Following your gaze, Jean glanced over in Floch's direction. Then, Jean's slender fingers slid around your waist, pulling you closer against him as both of you walked towards the room.

After the dull click of the door shutting and locking, you could only hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears from the dead silence that you both were submerged in. Well, the silence that was in the room, minus the volume of the raging party emitting from every direction all around.

Both you and Jean's reflection poured out onto the bright polished flooring beneath your feet. There was a black leather-colored curved sectional piece in the room with the backside facing the wall closest to your left. The front of the couch faced out to a flat-screen tv that was mounted on the wall adjacent to the couch, two electric guitars lay encased beside the tv on built-in shelves. The room was narrow with a small escape window at the far back wall, with the only thing shining through was different Halloween-colored lights from outside.

As both of you explored the room, Jean headed over to one of the guitars hanging on the wall to inspect the instrument. While you, on the other hand, took a seat in the middle of the sectional, watching him quietly the entire time. Watching how he delicately examined the instrument, how hesitantly he touched the strings on the guitar, almost as if they were glass and he'd shatter the strings with a simple touch.

"Hey, check this out," Jean picked up a random remote from off of the built-in shelf after putting the guitar away, pointing it at the ceiling above both of you.

Just then, the bright white light that was filling the space changed into different hues of purple and cyan. Both you and Jean examined the hidden indirect LED lights that ran along with the ceiling and in the lining of the shelves.

Jean turned to face you, patting the small remote against his open palm, "have any specific color in mind?"

"I like the color it's at now," you said, admiring the newly colored room.

The original pale walls absorbed the hues of purple, along with everything else in the room being coated with purple. Bits of metal on the guitars glistened from the lighting colorful lighting.

"Good, because purple is my favorite color," Jean placed the remote back to where it once came.

For some unknown reason, you mentally took note of that fact.

"How much time do you think we have left in here?" You asked, watching Jean closely as he took a seat beside you.

"Already wanting to have the dare done and over with I see?" Jean asked with a playful tongue.

"You know that's not what I meant, Jean," all you could do was stare at the man while at the same time allowing a light-hearted chuckle to escape breezily from your chest.

"I think we've got around eleven minutes left, but knowing Connie and Sasha, they're probably waiting on the opposite side of the door so the door can be opened as soon as our time is up."

Out of the entire crazed night, this was your only time alone with Jean so far. But not truly alone, just a small corner space tucked away for a limited amount of time from hundreds of people all around. But even though it would only be a few minutes, you enjoyed the thought of a sanctuary.

"Are you having a fun time tonight?" When Jean spoke again, you noticed that you never responded to him earlier.

Jean sat a hand length of distance away from you. His body was turned on the black leather seating, broad chest facing towards you. While his palm lay flat against the upholstery, his left arm draped over his right thigh. His fingers were sprawled over the leather, his fingertips almost touching your thigh.

"Mhm, I'm thankful you invited me out tonight, Jean," your eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips, to his fingertips that were so close to your skin which almost made you itch due to the proximity, and back to his eyes again.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jean spoke with all honesty, but with the way how his words fell from his mouth seemed like there was more on his mind. "At times I was a bit nervous..."

Due to curiosity, you tilted your head to the side, "nervous about what?"

"Your ex, you said that he was here and I didn't want him to damper your mood or anything," Jean's sharp eyes instinctively cut to the door momentarily before guiding back towards you, "I know what that's like."

'I know what that's like?' You couldn't help but question what Jean had just revealed with a curious mind.

You were scanning Jean carefully, reading every detail of emotion in his face that could give any clue away by what he meant. While on the other hand, Jean took it that you were dying for a crumb of information.

And with the drop of his chest from a deep exhale, he spoke again, "my ex is here as well."

An unusual twist in your abdomen had you sitting at attention. Jean's ex was here at the party? Had you seen them without knowing? Who could it possibly be?

"Who is your ex? If you don't mind me asking of course..." now your ankles were crossed together, and the hem of your silk black robe couldn't be fidgeted with enough by your fingertips.

"She's," Jean sighed, but surprisingly, instead of a much-expected frown, there was the opposite expression. A smile wore on Jean's face. "It doesn't matter now, it's all been left in the past of my freshman year of college. I'm honestly over it now, and over her. But I can relate to how you might be feeling right now, every time I'd go out to a party and see her there, my mood would dwindle into the ground. So I stopped going out as much until recently."

"Were you ever in love with her?"

"You know what? Thinking about it now, I don't think so."

You guided your attention away from Jean, feeling slightly embarrassed for having him bring up his past about his ex, "I'm sorry if talking about this makes you feel uncomfortable in any way."

"You're alright, as I said before, it's all in the past and I'm over the whole relationship now," Jean said with a slight chuckle of reassurance.

To kill the heavy mood in the air, you decided to ask the next random thought that came to mind.

"So, I wonder what Niccolo and Sasha got up to in here."

"I don't think they did much besides kiss maybe."

"I can't believe Sasha dared me the same exact dare as revenge."

"Well, I'm glad she did."

"Huh? What do you mean by that, Jean?"

"Because I'm happy that I was able to get you by yourself and talk to you even if it was for fifteen minutes."

Though you were happy with the same reasoning, you didn't expect Jean to say it.

Without knowing what to say next, you just stared at Jean, hopefully waiting for him to say something else.

"I saw they had a pool table out there."

On the inside, you fought back your arising bashfulness due to the simple mention of a pool table. But since Jean knew the secret between you two and the meaning behind it, him bringing it up only made you shy.

"Hm? Did you want to play a game or two or something? Although I still don't know how to play that well-"

"I don't," Jean swiftly interrupted you by pressing his knee against your thigh, "think either of us would win with our method of playing, now would we?"

Jean's long index finger brushed against your cheek, allowing your skin to tingle and send your body into alert. Only now did you realize how much Jean drew himself in towards you. Every trace of alcohol in both of your systems seemed to be dried up when Jean firmly pressed his lips against yours.

Eventually, Jean leaned into you, causing you to fall back at a gradual pace against the couch. Without breaking the intense lip-lock, Jean hugged his other arm around your waist to keep you close to him.

His hips hovered close against your pelvis, almost pushing against you as the two of you swabbed saliva. Jean would toy with your bottom lip, nibbling gently on your lower lip before pulling ever so slightly. A muted groan formed from the depths of your throat once Jean pressed his weight against you, putting more emotion into the kiss, almost like he was drinking you in.

The vibrations against his lips from the sounds of your pleasure caused a half-smile to pull on Jean's lips as the both of you kissed. Seeing as this was a proper reaction, the sound of you was addicting, a perfect tune to his ear, something he'd have to hear more of.

So, that's exactly what Jean did. Again, as Jean seemed the timing to be appropriate, his pelvis pressed down, grinding against you, and like two magnets, your legs shook weakly out of pleasure but your hips lifted to greet his force of friction. A coarse moan escaped from your plump lips, and Jean caught the moan with his lips, covering the noise so no one on the outside walls would be able to hear- if that was even possible due to the light tones of music coming on from outside the room.

Your body shook with a shaky chest as you laid back against the couch, Jean's mouth still cupping yours as he pressed you into the leather surface. Slowly, Jean pulls away, allowing both of you the opportunity to catch your breath. Jean stayed dormant above you., His chest lifted and fell like clockwork, while his hat slowly began to shift and slide off of his head.

"I'm sorry..." Jean spoke through coarse intakes of hot air, "did you want to stop?"

Jean readjusted his hat and shifted his weight so now one leg dangled off the side of the cough while his other was bent between your legs. Your stocking-covered legs were practically hooked around Jean's hips as you laid back.

"We can keep going," you admitted, "I don't mind."

Now Jean's fingers toyed at the material of your lace stockings, feeling the pattern under the pads of his large fingers. Jean milked smooth circles on your thigh before dipping back down to resume the kiss that was once paused. His hand grazed from your thigh, up to your waist, and back down to your thigh once more as the kiss deepened to its original depth from once before.

A mewl of shaky breath pushed past your parted lips as Jean carefully pulled away to place a trail of kisses along your neck. Down to your collarbone, the trail of hot kisses continued to grace your scorching skin. Your back was gingerly lifted from the couch as soon as Jean nibbled the slightest bit on your sensitive flesh.

Though you thought yourself unable, you managed to swallow the coarseness that lingered in your throat, "how much time do we have left?"

You felt Jean's nose press against your temple as his lips hovered over your ear, "enough time, I promise." His hot breath sent your body into overdrive with tingles.

With widened eyes, you watched as Jean pulled away to sit upright in front of you. Jean took his free hand to push his cowboy hat back, resulting in the cap sliding off and tumbling onto the ground off to the side. His hair fell over his forehead once he focused on the beauty before him.

Jean grazed your hips with his large hands, feeling your body where your silk robe once covered before the material fell back onto the couch. Someway your pelvis gravitated towards his touch, so that way your body would be nurtured by Jean.

"How should I," Jean asked hesitantly, examining your attire and how he would crack it open and make his move.

You lifted yourself, reaching for your shoulders where you pushed the robe off of your arms. Following the removal of your robe, Jean took the lead by removing the body con that hugged your curves.

A breathless gasp escaped through your lips as soon as the air hit your exposed skin. Down your legs, your bodysuit was tossed to the side. Now the only thing that stood in the way was the stocking that covered your legs and the matching underwear being worn underneath.

Jean, who had no intention of wasting any of the limited time left, got to work at the hem of your stockings. His knuckles bent at the ridge of the stockings before pulling them down your legs and towards the direction of his body. Jean pressed the bundle of material to his mouth, where it almost seemed like he kissed your stockings before he allowed them to fall onto the floor next to his cowboy hat.

Finally, the two of you were almost one until a short knock on the door interrupted you two. You practically froze under Jean's reign, both your and Jean's attention locked on the door.

"Only seven minutes remaining, you two," you managed to hear Connie chuckle over the music from the other side of the door.

Looking at Jean who was still holding onto you, you let out a shallow exhale through your nose. Jean took this as his cue to bring his attention back to you. With no words spoken, and all emotions painted on your facial features, he read your expression.

A sultry tone coated Jean's tongue as he said your name, "trust me, I have plenty of enough time."

The tip of Jeans fingers coaxed underneath the sheer material of your underwear, pulling off the garment that was truly the last thing covering yourself from being fully exposed. Jean was careful enough to place your underwear somewhere close by once the lacy material was finally removed from your body. He made sure of this.

The feel of Jean's breath against your exposed cunt caused a chill to run up your spine and for your knees to clamp against his temples. This action of yours caused Jean to simply press your legs apart swiftly with both of his hands, reexamining your exposed region before him with a look of hunger in his pale eyes.

A moan was permitted to leave your lips once Jean ran his tongue slowly between your wet folds. Jean took only just a second to himself gathering the familiar taste from once before. His tongue which was coated with saliva felt orgasmic as it began to find its' rhythm as he ate you out.

Jean diligently swiped his tongue, almost relentlessly, circling it around your clit meticulously. The air was hot as you pulled in a breath through flared nostrils. Sounds of quiet lapping were almost drowned out by the surrounding music that made the room hum mutely. The sounds you were making were more than enough for Jean to keep a hard-on.

"Jean," you moaned his name, fingers gripping onto and through his ash-colored locks to let him know how well he was doing.

Jean took it upon himself to pursue your orgasm with a quick and meaningful chase of his tongue. He gripped his fingers onto your hips, drawing you in closer to him if that was even possible. He couldn't get enough of you.

He then released one of his hands from holding onto you, and carefully rubbed your wet folds before inserting two fingers deep inside of you, stretching you out. A gasp jumped from your lips, feeling as his fingers began to push and pull inside of you in a blissful movement of friction.

The beating of your heart was so overwhelming that you could hear it pounding in your ears. With your whole body tensing up and breathing turning rigid, Jean could sense how close you were to release for him.

Jean quickened the pace but kept his rhythm as he berated your clit with his tongue and fucked you with his fingers. The feel of his fingers pushing and rubbing against your g-spot sent you overboard, causing your knees to press against Jean's head as you finally found your release. You called for Jean, moaning out a harsh cry of joy, which resulted in a swift and deep kiss on your lips from Jean as you rode your wave down, his fingers still pumping in and out of you at a tantalizing pace.

"Jean, please," you said weakly once his lips were pulled away from yours, "I can't t-take it."

"Okay," Jean said with a husky breath, "I'll play nice just this once," he said before slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

Jean lifted his soaked hand up to your kiss-swollen lips, his wet fingers hovering just at your lips. You casually opened your mouth, sucking on his fingers, your tongue swirling around his fingers in order to clean them off. Jean looked at you with lust in his eyes, imagining it was his cock pushing into your mouth instead of his fingers.

"Let's get you fixed up, shall we?" Jean spoke sweetly, removing his fingers from your mouth, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a comforting fashion.

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Jean helped you with your entire appearance in a matter of no time. You practically looked the same as you did before you entered the room, the only difference was a minor hindrance with your makeup, but no one would be able to notice unless you were brought to close examination. After everything was said and done, both of you were left waiting for about a minute before both of you were retrieved by Connie himself.

And of course, multiple hundred questions came racing out of his mouth. But those questions were only warm-ups for the questions that would come from the group.

"I'm not the one to kiss and tell," Jean joked around after being asked what happened for the umpteenth time, his shoulder bumping against you which resulted in a shy laugh from you.

"Couldn't either of you tell us anything?" Eren asked, "even just the slightest detail? I gotta know if Jean boy has any game. Because I'm convinced he has zero."

You were hoping that Floch would be there waiting with the group after your dare was over with, only to see the look on his face. And for that reason only. But, to no avail, once you exited the room and were reunited with the group, he was nowhere to be seen. You felt only the slightest bit of disappointment. You just wanted to see him be jealous, or anything of that nature. You wanted to know if he felt hurt or not just like how he had hurt you. But you didn't get that satisfaction.

"And with that, would you like to go dancing upstairs with me?" Jean turned to you, his eyes staring into yours.

With a head nod, Jean collected your hand into his and helped you stand up from sitting on the couch beside him. His other hand pressed against the small of your back ever so slightly, as you two ventured out of the cluster of people.

You could hear Eren call your name just before the two of you exited the friend group, "please, just one thing? You could at least just whisper it to me, I promise I won't tell."

"We kissed," you said out loud, announcing the 'juicy' detail to the group.

But that was all the group was going to hear. The only other person or persons that were going to hear anything about what happened tonight would be Ymir and Christa. In secret, you would whisper the deets to your precious stuffed animal that you owned since childhood. But for everyone else, you were going to keep a gated mouth.

There was a deep groan that dug up from the depths of Eren's throat as he said your name. Along with Eren, others called for both you and Jean, in hopes you two would stay behind and talk some more about what happened, but both you and Jean paid them no mind and left the group behind downstairs.

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The movements were vigorous, almost like the party was taking place at a nightclub on one of its busiest nights. There was hardly enough room between everyone to allow the ability to breathe properly. The air smelt of a various mixture of scents from booze, weed, a hint of sweat, and prosperity. You can feel the beat of the music inside of your chest, somehow interrupting your breathing pattern by how extreme the thumping of the beats was.

The energy in the room felt kinetic, rays of neon green light flashed across the darkroom to illuminate all different kinds of characters dancing. The beat of the music hummed through the shell of your body, allowing the good vibrations to make your extremities buzz with anticipation. The previous cups of booze and vodka shots from earlier in the night allowed you to loosen up as you began to prepare to dance the night away with Jean.

Jean, who had retrieved himself a fresh drink along the way, offered you a sip from his cup as the both of you danced next to each other. You nod your head in agreement, reaching for the purple cup as Jean keeps hold of the cup as well. Tilting your head back, Jean helps you take a drink from his cup.

You lick your lips, feeling the burning sensation tickle your throat as you stare and watch Jean lift his cup up by the rim, lean his head back, and down a shot from his drink. With grace, Jean shrugs the residue off of his mouth and hangs his arm over your shoulder, still keeping his rhythm with the beat of the music as he basically hovers over you. With Jean even closer to you, both of your chests practically touching one another, you are able to waft in his scent all due to his proximity.

Your hips swayed to the beat, allowing Jean's other hand to carefully graze your waist and his fingertips trickle down to your hip. His waist was against you, his body moving in time with you.

All was well until you somehow caught a glimpse of your ex, Floch, dancing with another girl. Some other woman. Their embrace was much more than something casual and friendly. The interaction seemed on a whole other level, something much more intimate.

You watch as Floch dips towards the unknown woman, pulling her into a deep kiss. Upon watching this, everything seemed to slow down and all movement from you ceased.

This was terrible, you told yourself that repeatedly in your head. Terrible because you could feel your mood shift for the worse.

"Hey," Jean's expression softens as he notices your change in mood. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" He says while stopping in place to take time to examine and analyze you.

"My crummy ex," you let out a rather harsh breath, "I see him over there with this girl that he possibly cheated on me with and it just put me in a weird mood."

It takes Jean a short moment before responding again to you, "we can just leave if you want to, I really don't mind walking you back to your dorm."

"No," you were quick to interrupt Jean, you didn't want to admit defeat and let Floch get the better of you just that easily, "I don't want to leave the party yet, I'm still having fun. I just wish... I just wish I could forget about him. Forget him entirely." The sigh and drop in your tone of voice would've been noticeable to Jean hadn't it been for the blaring music.

But Jean was more than familiar with reading another person's body language. He could read you like a book, especially since he had you already in his warm grasp.

"I can help you with that," Jean says your name, "I can help you forget him. At least for tonight, if you wish."

Your lips sputter without being able to form a coherent sentence. You just didn't know what to say to his proposition.

Jean's lips are hovering just beside your ear now, "either that or we can make the redhead jealous. It's your call, I don't mind either way."

"I do," your eyes trailed upwards to view the entirety of Jeans' face, admiring each and every detail. "I do want to forget about him, Jean. It's entirely unfair what he did to me."

Jean says nothing else, but he does glance up and around for a quick moment before his eyes lock in the direction of Floch before looking back down at you. Jean parts his lips as if he's about to say something, but he changes his mind immediately after, and his mouth clamps shut.

"Let's nudge our way over just a little bit," Jean says, and with no hesitation, he takes your hand into his.

Both you and Jean push through the enormous crowd, traveling closer toward the two. The distance the both of you crossed wasn't a lot, but it was enough to happen to be in plain eyesight if Floch actually happened to look around, you two would have to be noticed.

You would just have to be.

Just when the two of you were close enough but still a good distance away, everything began to fall into fruition. Jean's lips brushed just past the edge of your lips, his hands hanging just at your hips while your bodies swayed to the rhythm of the music. The pads of his fingers coaxed your body, feeling you up and down as he allowed himself the time to fully observe and drink you in. His amber eyes peer down at you lustfully through his long lashes.

"Are you okay with this?" His cool words fan your lips.

"Mmmm..." you could only respond with a positive groan from your throat and a head nod, "mhm."

That's just how intoxicating Jean's touch was for you. Even if he was being so sensual just for the sake of making Floch jealous. Jean was dangerously close, and even with his lips barely hovering mere inches away, you couldn't shake the growing feeling of wanting to feel his lips pressed against yours for another time. Even just for a split second.

You would take anything you could get.

"I wanted to say this earlier while we were alone during our dare, but this lace on you is very... sexy," his thumbs continue to rake over the material of your costume that hugs your body.

Something so innocent such as a compliment regarding your looks you wouldn't care too much about coming from anyone else. But coming from Jean for some reason had your whole body feeling like it had been set ablaze, and you wouldn't mind hearing more compliments roll off of his tongue.

"I will admit the ruggedness of your cowboy drip is very... appealing," your eyes widened for a moment, unsure of why you would be so bold all of a sudden to make such a remark.

Jean's Amber eyes flashed with excitement at your candor, "so, I take it as you don't like it when I clean up nice then?"

"No," you let out a bashful laugh, "I'm not saying that Jean, I'm saying..."

What were you saying? You couldn't possibly be admitting to Jean how attractive you found him.

"What are you saying then?" Jean held your waist against him as the two of you swayed to the beat of the music.

The feeling of Jean's pelvis digging against you almost had you lost in a trance, "I think you look..." and before you can admit how attractive you thought Jean was, a scene you hadn't wished for crossed your field of vision.

From the corner of your eye, you see Floch push away an eye mask off of the woman whom he was dancing so provocatively with. Your stomach drops to a familiar depth you hadn't felt since the day of your unforeseeable breakup with Floch when you realize who he is dancing with.

Mina.

Of course, it was Mina. It all made sense the more you thought about it and added everything together. You were mad at yourself that you didn't see it sooner.

As more thoughts than one race through your head, and even picturing Thomas's sweet face, you couldn't even begin to comprehend how on earth you would be able to break the news to him.

You knew that it would have to be done, yes, but how do you explain to such a sweet soul that his beloved ex-girlfriend left him for your ex? And all because of cheating, no way around it, Thomas's suspicions had been correct. Thomas's heart is already broken, you'd be unwilling to shatter the broken fragments of his heart even more.

Your feet fumble backward, breaking the rhythm your drunk self was somehow able to manage in the first place while ripping away out of Jean's grasp. You would've piled right against whoever was dancing behind you if it weren't for Jean acting quick enough to catch you.

With no time for hesitation on Jean's part, he steps forward, closing the distance between the both of you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and swiftly guides you away from the almost collision.

"I take it this is a reoccurring theme of yours?" Jean pokes lightly, "crashing into people and everything?"

"Ha. You're quite the comedian, Jean," your tone is flat and it almost sounds as if you're trying to hide a hint of amusement in your voice.

A laugh would've been permitted from you if you had not looked in Floch and Mina's direction again. You couldn't help but watch as the two stayed tongue-tied on the dance floor, sloppily kissing one another while those around them were dancing wildly.

You would compare Floch to a dog in heat by the way he was all over Mina, but that would be an insult to the dog.

Jean follows your eyes as they kept darting back and forth to where the two were standing. Without making a scene, Jean collects both of your shoulders into each of his hands.

"How about we get you out of here and go someplace else? Maybe it would help get things off of your mind?"

"Yes, please," is the only thing you said.

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The hallway in which your dorm was located was properly decorated due to the spooky season. Had you been in a better mood these previous days, maybe you would've joined in on the action with everyone by helping out and decorating the entire hall. Instead, You, Ymir, and Historia (mostly you and Historia) did make sure to add cute paper bats and ghosts onto your dorm's door. Ymir, who originally made no effort to help with the decorating, and instead stood watch with a helpful mouth, decided that a packet of glow-in-the-dark fake spiderweb would add a nice touch to the setup.

There was a door decoration contest running, but you had no hopes of winning the said event.

"This is your place?" Jean examined the tiny construction paper ghosts and colorful bats as you both stood outside of your door, "I like the decorations, they're very cute. Did you do all of this yourself?"

Your teeth gnawed on the flesh on the inside of your mouth in an attempt to hide the joy you felt after hearing Jean compliment your hard work. You didn't want to seem too dorkish in front of him.

"Historia and I decorated the door, Ymir helped by adding the web," you admitted, not wanting to take full credit.

Jean fiddled with a paper ghost that was nearly about to fall off of the door, "At my place, we haven't decorated much for the season, instead, we have a candy bucket that's mostly filled with empty wrappers since Connie doesn't throw them away most of the time. All of the time." Jean was quick to add that tad bit in.

There was a small contempt smile on Jean's face as he examined the door decoration. You couldn't believe how much it seemed like Jean admired your work.

The walk over to your dorm room didn't seem long at all, especially since you were with Jean. Immediately when you exited the party, you felt like a weight had been lifted off of your chest, you were already starting to feel better. But instead of attempting to give the party another shot, you thought it best to just head on home.

Jean obviously did not want you walking alone so late at night, so he decided to help you see yourself home. You didn't mind his company, if anything you would've asked him yourself to go with you if he hadn't made an effort himself.

Jean's lightly colored eyes peered into yours as he turned his head to look at you once he was done examining the door. This was when you realized you had been staring at him almost the entire time.

You could feel your face start to swell with heat out of embarrassment, you naturally rubbed your hands over your arms to combat the butterflies you felt. The smallest chuckle exhaled through Jean's lips as he watched you.

"I guess this is goodnight then?" Jean suggested, almost in an unwilling tone.

"No," you said without thinking, and you received a curious look from Jean in return. "What I mean is no, uh, how would you like to come in and watch a scary movie or two with me? Unless you're too scared to watch a horror flick."

Inviting Jean into your room was a rather bold move, but you didn't exactly want to say goodnight to him just yet. You couldn't possibly let the night end here and like this for that matter.

"Sounds like a good call to me, I was thinking the night was still young anyway," Jean breathes an easy response with a smile following soon after.

Getting through the door was almost a slight challenge with your drunk hands and field of vision. But after the second try or so, you pushed through the door and into your room with Jean following close behind you.

"I'm back from that party with Jean, we want to watch movies and-" you say, fully expecting the couple to be cuddled up on Ymir's bed watching something on Ymir's phone, but when there was no sight of them in the room, you stopped dead in your tracks, "oh, I guess Ymir and Historia aren't here."

Now you were alone with Jean in another room, again. But, in all honesty, it felt like there was a weight lifted off of your chest when you noticed that the two girls weren't home. Only because you weren't sure you'd be in the mood to deal with all of the questions they'd ask you if they were to witness you bringing a boy back to the place, especially their good friend Jean. Either way, you knew they would find out eventually, and you knew Ymir would find out. That's when you would have to worry about dealing with answering all of the questions.

The door clicking shut behind you snaps you out of your headspace, resulting in you turning on your heels to face the tall man who was behind you. Jean on the other hand was in a whole other world as he was examining the entirety of your dorm room. His eyes were focused on the posters and different wall decorations that you and Ymir had strung up everywhere, then down to his feet where he stood on the fluffy throw rug underneath him.

Jean looks to you whenever you go to say something, "don't mind me, I was just looking around."

"Don't worry, you're fine," you said while walking over towards your bed and taking a seat.

"For some reason... I just knew that this was your side of the room," he says while following your trail and having a seat right beside you on your bed, taking off his cowboy hat mid-process.

Whenever Jean sits down beside you, his weight causes the bed to shift, making you almost fall into him. Quickly you catch your weight and balance yourself, while at the same time, Jean apologizes to you for the almost collision. Though, you know getting so close to Jean wouldn't be a bad thing. The both of you sat shoulder-to-shoulder, your skin prickled and somehow there was a faint ringing buzzing in your ear canal.

The mood had changed definitely, there was no denying it.

"Sorry," you say in a hushed tone, apologizing to Jean in return, "how could you tell..."

You're staring at Jean now as he leans his sharp detailed face towards yours, or drawing you in towards him? Either way, no matter what was the cause, both you and Jean were in close proximity of each other, heat radiating off of your skin and seeping into the clothes that you wore that you were now itching to get out of.

Jean says your name delicately, his pale eyes fixated- no, locked onto yours, there was no way your attention was breaking from him now, "you look very beautiful tonight."

"You're only saying that because of my lewd costume, Jean," there was some bashful retaliation from you, "and also because you're drunk."

"That's not true, and the alcohol is starting to wear off on me," Jean dazzles you with a sheepish smile, one that could make you fall in love in an instant if he were to do it enough, "I thought you were beautiful even way back when you assaulted me the other week when I was partaking in my evening jog."

If Jean was actually sober like he claimed to be, he would've slapped his hand over his mouth or something, he more than likely wouldn't have had the courage to say anything so bold at all.

You playfully pat his shoulder and begin toying with his coat, "Jean, you're definitely still drunk, you don't know what you're saying."

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts," he says while making eye contact with you.

Again, without words being said, both his face and yours pulled toward each other in a simple fluid motion. The movement was magnetic, natural even.

With his lips pressed against yours, and yours against his, perfectly synchronized, Jean smoothly raked the sleek satin robe from off of your arms, the cool silky material danced its' way down your arms before enveloping your hips and down on the mattress underneath you. Though your arms were now cold from the exposure, his touch was hot, leaving your skin to be tickled with a shiver.

Jean had both of his hands on you, his left hand lay against your waist, feeling along the shapes of your body; you never wanted his hand to leave your side. His right hand was now cupping the side of your face as the two of you drank each other in. The kiss deepened with each and every passing second, it seemed that now you were breathing each other in.

Jean was your oxygen supply, and you couldn't get enough.

But, of course, as soon as the heavy make-out session between you and Jean was reaching another level, the point of no return, Jean's lips reluctantly peeled away from yours. Leaving your heart to thump at a savage pace within the chamber of your chest.

"Wha..." You shook your head from side to side to gather yourself from the lustful daze you were in, "what is it, Jean?"

Jean says your name with a catch in his throat, "are you okay with this?" Jean's voice was lower than just a minute ago before the make-out session commenced, "I can tell that you're in a vulnerable state right now considering the situation with your ex and also we're both drunk, and I didn't want you under the impression that I was trying to take advantage of your situation by following you back to your room just for a chance of hooking up with you."

"Jean," you directed Jean's hand away from your side, gathering his left hand into yours as you began playing with his fingertips as you collected the words to say, "when you helped me out there back at the party by asking if I wanted to get out of there and go somewhere else, I suggested going back to my room with you because I'm comfortable being around you and honestly, I like you enough for whatever," sober you would have a conniption fit when she was to remember what you said tomorrow morning.

Jeans fingers strung between yours, "you know, my offer still stands from earlier, I can help you forget about Floch for the night being," Jean pauses, looking at his fingers laced with yours, "if you want to that is..."

Your heart seemed to swell with excitement after picking up the notion of what Jean was putting down, visually depicting what it was Jean was insinuating.

"I am fine with whatever we do if that's what you're asking... what about yourself, Jean?" You stare at him with your head positioned slightly lowered to him, peering through your false eyelashes.

A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, you remembered what it was Jean said just a few minutes ago.

Jean stares at you for a moment without any words leaving his lips, and without any indication Jean leans forward towards you, his lips pressing against yours as if they never left yours from earlier to begin with. There was a buried groan that emitted from the depths of your throat as Jean kissed you with such passion. Jean's tongue swiveled around yours before his lips disconnected from yours once more, an alluring smirk was present on his face as Jean lowered his face to the nape of your neck.

"Make that sound for me again," Jean says after planting a few kisses on your neck.

The feeling of the kisses Jean was marking on your neck was driving you absolutely wild, you couldn't help but be put into such a hypnotic state. You were moaning and whimpering as Jean was finding all of your sensitive spots via kisses and sucking on your sensitive skin, and with each new spot he found, he would take advantage of it just to hear you moan his name.

"Jean," your breathing was thick with arousal, "Jean..." you say in a helpless manner as you try to gather his attention.

You feel Jean's lips depart from around the nape of your neck as he deliberately swaps to the other side of your neck, "yes?" He says after another few kisses.

"I was thinking I'd do something for you," you gulp away a moan as Jean continues to kiss and suck on your neck, "if you'd like that."

"Oh?" There was a hint of excitement in his lustful voice, "what exactly did you have in mind?" Jean asks, his lips pressing just underneath your ear.

As Jean continued to mark your neck, you moved your hands around, feeling around on Jean's lap for the hem of his trousers. Once you found the hem of his pants, you carefully unlatched the belt he wore along with undoing the button attached to his trousers, making sure not to be too fast and seem desperate. Much to your liking, you could feel that Jean's member was already hardened and bulging from underneath his boxer briefs. You attentively began to rub along his length, feeling the girth in your hand as Jean himself let out a deep groan from the back of his throat, you could feel him throbbing in your hand and you had only just begun. Jean pulled his face away from your neck and leaned back, propping himself back as you began to seek him with special attention by rubbing his pulsating cock through his underwear.

In need of escape, you pushed the hem of his underwear down, exposing his impressive length.

A shiny ball at the tip of his dick surprised you.

A piercing... right there?

Much to your fascination, you wanted to familiarize yourself with the taste of that cool metallic bud.

You glanced over at Jean as he sat across from you, his hair falling across his forehead as he admired you. Jean reached his nearest hand forward towards your face, his thumb toyed with your lower lip and then your cheek as he cupped your face, almost encouraging you to explore his body in whichever way you pleased.

You sucked in a quick breath of hot air through your lips as you bent forward. The tip of your tongue danced across the ball, the cool metal zapping a rush of excitement through you. A settlement of kisses was placed on the sides of his shaft, and back up to the head again. Your hot tongue trailed in different patterns across the tip of his penis, incorporating the piercing in your intricate movements.

A low groan emitted from the back of Jean's throat as the tip of his throbbing length finally submerged through your parted lips. The walls of your mouth hollowed out as you hugged his cock with your lips and sucked on his thick member. Your tongue continued to dance around the tip of his dick as your head slowly bobbed back and forth, struggling to take all of him in. Jean tried resisting the urge to grab ahold of your hair and have his way with fucking your mouth. But as you continued to suck his cock, it only grew more difficult for him.

Carefully, your lips drew back on his length, your saliva coating his member as you took your right hand around the base of his dick. The hot saliva helped with the fluidity of stroking the base of his dick as you continued to take the rest of his length in your mouth.

"Fuck," his long fingers pushed through his untamed hair, still fighting the urge as your mouth and hand rocked up and down on his dick.

Eventually, all the movements and how well you felt sucking him off became just too much for him to handle. Jean grabs ahold of your hair with both hands and he begins to fuck your mouth with powerful pivots. Each thrust was relentless and greedy, and you began to choke and gag on his dick as the overwhelming mass pounded your throat.

"Do you hear that? That's the sound of you taking my dick so well in your mouth," he cooed breathlessly, "impressive, sweetness."

Tears of painful bliss formed at the brim of your eyes while you gargled his length in your throat. Eventually, the tears couldn't be held any longer and they rolled down your cheeks and to your neck. Saliva sloppily poured from the corners of your mouth as you continued to take his entire length. The mixture of saliva, tears, and mascara, painted your skin as you continuously tried away for Jean's release.

Both of your hands were knuckled against the material of his coat, trying to stabilize yourself as Jean rocked your skull. The fearful sounds of burning pleasure filled the air, the sounds of gargling and choking over Jean's member, and the moans from Jean, the whimpers from you.

You were hot and hardly able to breathe, but you knew that you had to do this, for him, since he'd already done enough for you.

After some time, Jean's steady breaths began to grow more coarse and his movements became jagged. Still, he tried to keep his momentum fluid as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed.

You knew one thing for sure, Jean was finally about to release. And you'd take him all.

Jean lazily pumped into your mouth, your lips milking his shaft dry as he released into your mouth and down your throat. You continued to drink every last drop of his seed until there was none left for consumption. Eventually, you backed away, a thin stream of a mixture of saliva and semen connected from your lip to the tip of his dick before breaking. Pressing your wrist against your mouth, you brushed your lips, drying any excess away.

"Fuck," Jean says your name through a hoarse exhale.

But, you were only left hot and bothered after the rough and exhilarating exchange. You wanted more than just that, you needed more of Jean.

Jean seemed to sense how bothered you were, and instead of leaving you frustrated, he decided to do something about it.

Jean lifts both of his arms to the back of his neck where he adjusted the red paisley bandana that was worn and tied around his neck. His right hand eventually pulled to the front where you could see, and with one swift motion, the red bandana was pulled away from his neck and flowing freely.

"What are you doing, Jean?" You watched as the red material was held in his hands.

Certainly, the cloth was folded into a particular elongated shape, and once he was finished, he leaned towards you, "open your mouth and bite down on this bandana," Jean said, which prompted you to clamp down on the sheer cloth as it edged near your mouth.

"Good," Jean said while tying the bandana at the back of your head, "good girl."

Since you were unable to form words for communication, you'd have to rely on facial expressions and body movements alone.

"I wanted to try something new with you if you don't mind, do you trust me?"

He asked and you responded with a prompt head nod to let him know that you did indeed trust him.

Jean held eye contact with you, "great, now uh, do you happen to have any condoms?"

Your eyes widened for a second, but then you began to ponder if you had any lying around somewhere. Somewhere. Then it hit you, you remembered having some in your nightstand drawer from when you were in a relationship with Floch.

You motioned to the top drawer of your nightstand with your hand just past Jean. Of course, Jean turned to face the direction you were pointing and seemed to pick up what you were getting at rather easily.

"The drawer?" Jean asks as he leans to the drawer just within his reach and slides the drawer open.

That's when you remember you had something very sensitive hidden away and you were too embarrassed for him to find. So, you grew frantic and began trying to talk, trying to say his name through the gag.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jean glances at you over his shoulder and then back to his search party for a condom.

"I found them," Jean says in a successful tone when all of a sudden his speech is cut short and he grows silent.

His eyes are glued on something sitting in your drawer, and you know exactly what it is he's looking at.

You feel the heat of embarrassment flood your face, and you glance away from Jean. You look at everything around the room, but you couldn't keep your eyes near the direction of Jean at all.

I mean, it's not every day someone finds one of your sex toys, so you didn't know how to handle his discovery of your vibrator.

"Could I use this on you?" Jean asks, facing towards you now.

With the initial embarrassment aside, the thought of Jean using your vibrator on yourself was very alluring. So, biting away the humiliation, you shook your head yes. And as soon as Jean plucked the vibrator up a wave of excitement overcame you.

From all the times you had sex with Floch, the two of you never did anything experimental. Floch would never tie you up, let alone gag you, and he wouldn't ever consider using your vibrator on yourself while having intercourse. It was a more get-in-get-out type of ordeal with you and the redhead. Floch would flop around on top of you, and you would lay there until it was all over.

Thinking about it further, you couldn't recall a single time in your relationship that he managed to make you cum.

Jean began to undress you, starting with the body con that hugged against your skin. As he was undressing you in such a slow sensual matter, you couldn't help but recall the events that took place not even two hours ago. Remembering the interaction you had with Jean from earlier made a rush of excitement flow through your veins, you just wanted to feel his hands all over your body like he had done already previously. You craved him.

Jean was pulling your stockings off of your legs now, slowly peeling off the leggings by each leg at a time. The slower he went, the more you grew restlessly. You tried to speak, but instead of words, there was a croak that emitted from the depths of your throat that was masked by the cloth gag.

Jeans fingertips are packed with an immense of heat as they kiss your sensitive flesh just near your pubic area. Him touching you so close to one of the most sensitive regions of your body sent a shiver of excitement up your spine. His knuckles curl at the hem of your lace underwear as soon as his fingertips are given a chance to graze your bare skin, dragging the lace material down your legs towards him.

You watch as your lace panties are torn away from your body, watching Jean ball the material into his hand and discard them promptly. The only thing left that kept you at least somewhat covered was the bra you wore, and all you wanted to happen was for Jean to take it off. You wanted to feel completely exposed to him, vulnerable, you wanted- no, needed for Jean to see you fully for the first time.

Jean leans forward to you, his face inching towards your neck. Your body is on high alert as your skin feels a low inhale and hot exhale through Jean's nose, that's how close he is to you as one of his fingers draws a thin line up your stomach and to your chest. His fingertip lands on the plastic clasp that is the only thing holding your bra together.

There is a small delicate kiss planted on your neck, and then another, and another. Jean starts from your neck and follows down your collarbone, but he doesn't stop there.

Eventually, Jean's warm lips approach your cleavage after planting small delicate kisses along your collarbone. The tip of his nose brushes down your chest as he begins to kiss you in between your cleavage, nibbling softly at your delicate skin while the facial hair that covers his chin tickles you slightly. With a quick snap of his fingers, the front of your bra is unclasped, leaving you completely exposed to him.

There was something about being left completely vulnerable to Jean that turned you on. The feeling of anticipation twisted at your insides. There was something about Jean that just lured you in, needing him desperately.

Jeans pale colored eyes are fixated on your body now as he readjusts himself, staring down at you from above. There's a smile on his lips as he makes eye contact with you. Your nostrils are suffocated with Jean's scent as he dips back down to your bare chest where he begins to kiss your breasts. You breathe in the addicting scent of sheer cashmere while Jean's lips mark your breasts with his kisses. A sharp intake of air shoots through your nose as Jean begins to suck on your nipple, his tongue tracing your nipple in a counterclockwise motion.

Jean's lips make a slight popping sound once his mouth releases your nipple from his lips and moves onto sucking on other parts of your breast, making sure to try giving yourself enough attention as Jean's hand gropes your other breast. His thumb and index finger pinch your nipple and give it a slight squeeze, not enough to hurt you, but enough pressure to drive you crazy. You are driven up the wall as Jean twists your nipple slightly.

Another silenced moan.

Your eyelashes flutter together while your eyelids press shut as Jean leans back. You can feel Jean's body heat radiating onto your exposed body as his face leans in close to your ear another time.

A low-pitched droning noise emitted as soon as the vibrator was powered on, "we're getting there, sweetheart, just be patient, okay?" His voice is in a reassuring tone with just a smidge of playfulness.

This was the first time you have ever wanted to cuss Jean out, only because he knew what he was doing. Not only that, but it's because he was completely aware of the things he was doing and how it was affecting you.

To put things short, Jean knew he was being a tease.

Jean moves the device forward, running the tip of the toy along your chest and down from your chest to your stomach. The initial impact of the toy vibrating against your naked body surprises you momentarily, but by the time Jean leads the tip of the toy dipping along your naval you'd already grown accustomed to the thrilling sensation.

Your teeth seep into the cloth that was tied between your parted lips due to the jolt of pleasure from feeling the vibrator against your clit. Jean toys with your lips, pressing a finger inside of you as he moves the vibrator around your clit. The motion almost makes you want to squeal from pleasure.

Strands of Jean's light-colored hair blanket his forehead as he looks up at you, "you're soaking wet."

Feeling his finger push deep inside of you makes you feel a rush of adrenaline, and at the same time, it drives you mad whenever you feel his finger pull away and retreat. This goes on for only a little bit before you're surprised by the feeling of Jean slipping another finger inside of you. Jean coaxes his fingers inside of you, feeling the width of his middle and ring finger makes you whine. Your hips meet against his hand greedily each time Jean thrusts his fingers inside of you, just to feel all of him, to make him go deeper if it were possible. The toy Jean was controlling buzzes against your clit in an ellipse motion and at the most perfect beat, this was the first time Jean had ever used a toy on you and his rhythm was almost spot on with your own whenever you'd indulge in the act of self-pleasure.

As the pressure was building up deep inside of your core as time drew on, with each and every passing moment of Jean's large fingers raking at your sensitive spot. The toy moved against your bud at a tantalizing pace as you drew near and nearer to your climax. Your knees began to buckle inward as you inched closer to your sweet release, your legs almost closing in on Jean's arm.

"Jean," your moan is muffled behind the paisley bandana covering your mouth.

The beating of your heart echoes loudly in your ears as your heartbeat fastens. Your chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as you begin to buckle over the edge.

But, just before you meet your climax, the buzzing from the toy dies away from your clit and at the same time, Jean's fingers slip away from deep inside of you. The look of destitute was stricken on your face as you forwarded your attention to the man who was hovering over you.

The look of desperation plastered on your face must've been comical to Jean. You'd have to make Jean pay if he found any type of amusement in your situation- luckily for Jean, he knew better than that.

Your chest continues to rise and fall in a motion of fluidity, eyes locked on the man before you, all while trying to unlock his underlying motive. The pad of Jean's thumb greets your sensitive bud, and the sudden pressure against your clit sends a jolt through your center and up your body.

'Please' you couldn't help but beg internally, not that Jean could hear you.

'Please, Jean.'

There is a slow trail of kisses that follow, starting from the base of your neck at your collarbone and up along your jawline, and finally ending at your ear.

Jean places the tip of his dick right against your clit and begins to rotate his head around your bud in a clockwise motion. Your hips shift upwards in response to feeling his member against your pussy for the first time ever. The feeling was foreign, but definitely not uninvited. Jean strokes his cock against the lips of your vagina, his tip spreading your pussy lips open and close again. Your teeth are gnawing in the red bandana that is strung through your mouth, how you wanted to say his name, how you wanted to tell him just to take you already.

"Since you can't speak right now," Jean's voice is husky and seductive in your ear, "I want your body to do all of the talking."

Jean's radiating body heat disappears whenever he pulls himself away from you. You stare wide-eyed at him, trying to grasp what was currently happening.

Before you truly process what was happening, you found yourself above and straddling Jean, your legs at either side of him as he was underneath you. Jean's hair swept back, partially covering his forehead, but the majority fell against the bed underneath him. Your palms were pressed against his torso, and getting to feel his toned abdomen felt devilish to you.

To get more comfortable, Jean adjusts his body weight and shrugs his cowboy coat off of his body. You do him the favor of helping him out of his pearl button-snap shirt. After his toned body is revealed to you, your hands immediately find their way back to his abdomen, becoming familiarized with the way how his abs felt.

"Did you know that," Jean begins to speak while his long arm extends to grab ahold of his cowboy hat that had long fallen from his head, "if a girl puts on a cowboys hat," he continues, removing the bunny ears your wore and replacing them with the cowboy hat over your head, "it means she has to ride him."

The palm of Jean's hand cups the side of your face as he looks up at you, watching you from down below to see what your next move is. As you're straddling Jean just above his cock, you knew you wanted to get revenge on him for teasing you earlier.

An inner beast unleashes from within you as you perk up and begin to rub Jean's shaft against your sensitive lips, feeling his width spread you open and close and back open in a slow sensual motion. Jean feeling your soft lips brush and grind against his member had his breathing coarse and deep. You wanted to make him pay for earlier, it was your mission. You wanted payback from him edging you whenever you were so close to release.

But, as much as you wanted to tease Jean and make him pay, it's as soon as Jean shifts his hips up slightly to help guide the tip of his cock to meet your wet opening is when you begin to cave in. You allow the tip of his dick to steep in shallowly, allowing him to get a feel of you from the inside. You adjust your hips accordingly, shifting your body so now you were grinding on his tip, his dick just so barely inside of you.

The tip pressed into your center, his width barely being in and already stretching you. Jean groans, his head pressing back against the bed as you toy with him. You would raise yourself up, peeling away from his dick, and then back down but only enough for the tip. Each time that his head was inside of you, you'd grind on it, almost in a type of twerking motion where'd you bounce on it. The friction from your pussy hugging the tip of his dick and moving at a rapid motion was driving Jean crazy. Jean holds onto your body with one hand while raking his hand through his long hair with the other.

Jean was dying to have all of you already.

You were feeling like a winner, so smug knowing the type of effect you had over Jean right now as you toyed with him. You knew he wanted you by the way how his coarse moans emitted from the back of his throat, and how his eyes would close every time it seemed like you would go a bit lower, only just to come back up and not allow him to plunge himself deep inside of you.

"Quit fucking with me already," Jean says your name breathlessly.

You shoot Jean a quizzical brow, though you knew good and well what you were doing to him. And if it weren't for the bandana tied through your mouth, you would be smirking right now at his reaction.

Jean's chin is listed as he gazes up at you through his dark brown lashes, "don't give me that, you know what you're doing. If you don't stop it already, I'll make you pay," he says more as a promise rather than a threat.

You disregard Jean's warning, you had him right where you wanted him, so why stop now? You weren't finished getting your revenge.

You apply more body weight down on Jean's dick, seeping down slightly more than you'd been doing previously. Naturally, you rake yourself up before Jean has the chance to enjoy himself by feeling more of you before you continue to grind on his head.

Your wet pussy toying with Jean sends him into a deranged state, his grip on you tightens as he is unable to bear the torture from you no longer. Jean moves his hips upward slightly, his dick thrusting into you a little more than earlier. Without any delay, you finally fold just from feeling more of his cock being inside of you.

You begin to slide down on Jean's cock, his width spreading you open as you slowly take him in. A catch in your throat follows from arousal and also from feeling him finally be inside of you.

It had been a while since you last had sex. You were trying your best to take all of him at once, but you found it slightly challenging due to his impressive size.

Jean says your name hoarsely, "I told you to stop teasing."

You lean forward, your chest almost pressing against Jean's, lifting your ass end up and then pushing yourself back down, taking him all in one go. You lean back up straight as you begin to bounce up and down on Jean's cock. His dick is drilling into your wet center as you begin to ride him wildly.

You cannot control your emotions as you are getting fucked by Jean. There are no other thoughts running through your head aside from how great Jean's cock felt, and how great it felt how Jean was fucking you like a slut.

Without any words, your body was speaking. Just as Jean wanted.

You begin to throw yourself back, up and down on his cock, your juices making his long shaft coated and slick. His cock continuously glides in and out of you with smoothness, with ease. You begin to feel greedy, you needed more and more of him. Growing desperate, you begin to whimper and whine his name through the cloth.

This only awakens something deep inside of Jean, hearing you whine his name through the bandana does something to him that just drives him crazy. Jean reaches forward, grabbing onto your left breast as he rakes in the soft flesh of your mound. Jean had to hold onto you as you rode the soul out of him, your pussy gripping onto and hugging his length with each thrust. Though he had just come from you milking him dry with your mouth, he felt himself begin to edge near.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you take me so fucking good," Jean breathes through each wild thrust.

Jean matches your pace and thrusts his hips up whenever you go down, bouncing you up and down as you ride him and bucking you up so you'd fall back down against him aggressively. You enjoyed how it felt, even if it hurt somewhat, but you didn't mind if it meant he'd feel like he was going in even deeper.

Jean isn't able to take you riding him much longer, though you were doing an excellent job riding him, he just had to fuck you for himself. During mid-thrust, Jean bites the bullet and he flips you over onto your back and begins fucking you from above. You are practically shouting out sounds of pleasure behind the bandana gag as you feel Jean's cock hit and brush against your most sensitive spot from this angle he was fucking you in. You knew that at the rate that he was going, you wouldn't be able to last much longer, mostly due to the fact that you'd already been edged earlier and your body was more than ready for release.

Your breasts are bouncing up and down as he thrusts in and out of you, putting all of his length into you with each thrust, filling you with his meaty girth, stretching your tight wet pussy out each time he is deep inside of you. Jean is holding onto your leg and holding it up as he fucks you, his cock pelting your insides relentlessly.

Your eyes are closed tightly as Jean grabs a hand full of your chest, gripping ahold of you as he fucks you. Your heartbeat was running wild in your chest as you wanted to cry from pure bliss, you'd never been fucked like this. Not from any other boyfriends you'd ever had in your life, especially not Floch.

Jean's hand that was massaging your plump mound carefully pulls upward to your throat, his other hand still holding onto your leg as he drills you. Jean's large hand meticulously grips your throat, more so closer to your jawline, which causes your chin to lift and your face to edge towards the right. Oddly enough, the pressure of Jean's grip around your throat you enjoy a great amount.

The pads of Jean's fingers sink into your sensitive skin as he tightens his grip ever so slightly. Though Jean's hand is gripping your throat, you are still able to breathe through flared nostrils.

Jean's hand doesn't stay settled on your throat for much longer as you can feel his fingers begin to claw upward. You can feel his fingertips curl around the bandana that had you gagged, and suddenly you were able to make noise as Jean pulls the bandana loose from your mouth.

"Jean," was the first thing you said as soon as you regained the ability to speak, even though your voice was shaky from pleasure.

Jean's lips crash into yours, the kiss is full of passion which has you struggling to kiss him back due to the steady moans that escape from your lips. Your legs go wild, bouncing and flailing around as Jean screws your wet pussy.

"I couldn't help myself, I had to hear you say my name," Jean himself has a difficult time speaking coherently.

Jeans bangs are covering his forehead and the light-colored strands hang in front of his eyes as he stares down at you beneath him. Both of your wrists are collected above your head and pinned against the bed by Jean.

Feeling Jean's dick thrust in and out of you, brushing against your walls and how he repeatedly hit your sweet spot was driving you crazy. His width stretched you out, but you found this to be painful bliss and you never wanted him to stop fucking you. You craved how amazing it felt having your pussy hug onto his cock.

Without intention, a sharp whine escaped from your lips, signalizing to Jean that you wanted- no, needed more of him somehow and some way. You were greedy and needed him to keep fucking you like a rag doll as you began to feel yourself edging near. With each rough thrust, you were only inching closer and closer to climax. Your insides began to tighten into knots and your heartbeat quickened in tempo.

Jean knew exactly what to do to set you off. He knew how to fuck you, and he knew how to do it well.

The lustful moans being caused by Jean fell from your mouth and flooded the room. You didn't care if your sounds of passion were heard by anyone, all you cared about was how Jean was making you feel at this particular moment.

"Please keep fucking me," you begged to the man who was above you, "please please please Jean keep fucking me," you wail to him, losing all control of yourself as you manage to hook one leg around him.

The walls of your insides tighten around Jean's length as the itch of climax draws closer. Jean, bucks his hips out of response from feeling you clench around his cock tightly. Jean groans your name in a husky tone, your tight pussy hugging his cock sending him up a wall.

"Fuck," by some means, Jean goes all out as he begins to thrust into you faster.

His hand rips away from your wrists and his fist then clenches the sheet that gripped the mattress as he pounded away at you. You instinctively flee your arms forward, wrapping one arm around Jean's neck and the other around his back, hugging onto him and pulling him closer towards you, somehow in an attempt to get even more of him inside of you.

Fresh bright red nail marks were etched in an arbitrary pattern into his back as your nails raked across his hot glowing skin. You tried to keep ahold of him, but it was a difficult task to do considering how Jean was fucking you senseless.

"J-Jean," another moan full of passion escapes from your parted lips, "I can't, I can't take it much longer. I think I'm about to cum," you warned Jean as you felt yourself finally about to buckle from the pleasure.

Again, Jean's lips crash against yours after he hears your confession. His cock is relentlessly hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly like there was no end. You felt your core ache and a bunch of nerves began to unravel as you finally begin to reach the point of no return.

Your pussy is gripping onto Jean's cock while the weight from his body is pressing against your sensitive clit. You couldn't have moaned Jean's name any louder than you did as the pressure sends you over the edge into a downward spiral as you finally cum around Jean's cock. Your pussy throbbing and gripping onto Jean's dick the tightest it has before as you ride the wave of pleasure out.

Feeling how tight you were around his cock is what triggers Jean to finally release right at the same time as you. Jean moans a few curses under his coarse breath, along with saying your name as he continues to thrust deep into you.

If you thought Jean was done with you, you were sadly mistaken.

Jean doesn't stop there as he drops your leg from his right hand and his thumb touches your wet clit. The pad of this thumb circles around your bud in a counterclockwise motion as he manages to continue fucking you even though he had already come.

"Jean," you whined as he was relentlessly sending you overboard with pleasure.

Jean's thumb is swiping away in sloppy circles around your sensitive clit as he is still thrusting long strides deep inside of you. The immense pleasure was torture, practically unbearable, but it was torture that you loved to feel. Quickly, the same bundle of nerves began to build up in your core once again. You were at the weight of Jean's mercy as his thumb swirled around your clit and his dick still buried deep inside of you. You cried out to Jean for another time as you ruptured over his cock for a second time.

There was a sharp ringing sound that flooded your ears and you could feel your heart thumping away sporadically in your chest. Your weight was now completely relaxed into the mattress underneath you while all feeling in your legs and lower body had gone completely numb and inoperable.

Both you and Jean struggled to catch your breath. Your heart still running rampant in your chest as you turn to look at Jean who'd just finally collapsed to the left side of you. His hands were running through his hair, partially grabbing onto his locks as he tried to collect his composure.

Your breathing was heavy and the air that surrounded both you and Jean was thick with passion. Jean's naked chest is warm and firm and muscular even though he was more on the lean side. There was a small sprinkle of chest hair that speckled his chest which was the perfect amount, it matched him so you thought.

Almost as if Jean could tell that you were staring at him, he turns his head to look at you, his pale-colored eyes make eye contact with you instantly. Immediately, the corners of his mouth are pinned into a sly smile, and you couldn't help but grin in response to him smiling at you.

You noticed that his hair was dampened from sweat from the rigorous activity you two just participated in. Just by looking at Jean, you couldn't imagine what it is the current state you appeared to be in. You knew your makeup had to have been long ruined, and you didn't even want to get into how your hair looked.

Suddenly, you began to feel embarrassed.

You nuzzle your face into your left shoulder as a way to cover yourself while still managing to peer at Jean through your lashes. Your left hand is holding onto your right elbow as you stare at him. The exhausted man looked at you with question written all over his face.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"Jean's voice is soft and worn out, "do you need something? I can go get you something to drink, I don't mind."

"No," you admit, "I am okay, Jean, I'm just embarrassed because I realized that I probably look like a total train wreck right now."

"I don't see an issue with how you look right now," there is no trace of uncertainty in his voice, "not at all."

There is something about the way how he said it is what gets you to lift your head, revealing your face. Jean smiles at you, his hair falling over his brow as he stares at you intently. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel Jean's hand rake over your hip at a smooth sensual pace. And naturally, you lean into him and the two of you begin to share a soft passionate kiss.

The sound of your cell phone chiming a whimsical tune is what breaks you and Jean's intimate moment. But not just any whimsical tune.

Your eyes widen as you buck back realizing who it is that was calling you.

Ymir.

You flounder around trying to find the source from where your cell phone was ringing in order to locate the device. Jean asks you what all of the panic is about as he tries to help you find your phone.

"It's Ymir," is all you say and it seems like Jean catches your drift of worrisome.

"Here you go," Jean says as he thankfully finds the cell phone and hands it right over to you.

'Thank you' you mouth to him as you quickly answer the call, resulting in a smile from Jean.

"Hello-"

Ymir greats you only by saying your name, "are you okay?"

"Uhm yes, why, what's up? Of course, I'm okay," you watch as Jean quietly gets up from your bed and begins to adjutant himself and put himself together.

"I was calling because it was late and wanted to check in on you, me and Historia are running behind later than we thought after our date. Did you make it back safe from the party alright?"

"Yes, I made it back safe almost an hour ago," you sit up straight, hugging your comforter close against your body as you watch Jean buckle his pants at his hips, "I was actually about to go to sleep before you called me."

"That's good," you can hear Historia say something in the background of the phone call, "you didn't walk alone all by yourself did you?"

"No, I didn't, I had a friend nice enough to walk me to the dorm and drop me off so that way I didn't have to walk alone so late at night," you didn't want to necessarily lie to Ymir, but you didn't want to explain to her that Jean had walked you back to the room and railed you either.

You can see Jean smiling, listening in on the conversation between you and Ymir as he is silently putting his boots on.

"Sounds like a good deal," Ymir says, "well, Historia and I will be back at the dorm in about fifteen minutes at most if you happen to still be awake by then."

"I can't make any promises, I am feeling super tired."

"Kay, see you soon then maybe."

"Please be safe getting back," you say before ending the call with Ymir.

That is when full fledge panic seeps in.

"What's-" Jean cannot even finish asking his question before you interrupt him.

"Ymir and Historia will be back here in fifteen minutes max," you frantically look at the area, noticing how much your side of the room looked a wreck, "and my room is a wreck and I still need to shower and you need be out of here before they come back because- wait no I'm sorry I didn't mean it like-"

Jean saying your name in a calm manner is what snaps you out of your frenzied state, "it will all be okay, just worry about getting in and out of the shower as quickly as possible, I can handle the rest here."

"Are you sure, Jean?" You ask, getting up from your bed while keeping yourself covered with your comforter.

"The clock is ticking," Jean plucks a robe from off of your desk chair and hands it to you so that way you're not having to hold the blanket around you, "here, put this on," Jean's voice is soft when he is speaking to you.

"Thank you, Jean," you manage to say before scrambling to throw your fluffy robe on and locating your shower caddy along with your shower shoes.

Just as soon as you go to pass through your bedroom door to leave for the shower with a robe on, shower shoes on, and bath caddy in hand, Jean grabs ahold of your wrist to stop you from going any further. You stare up at the tall man as he towers over you, his bright eyes lock onto yours and you are incapable of moving while under his trance.

Jean reaches forward and collects the side of your face into his hand, his palm is warm and inviting, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch. Jean leans his face forward, planting a subtle kiss on your lips, his thumb raking over your cheek delicately.

His soft lips are away from yours sooner than you'd like, "I wanted to tell you goodnight in case this is the last time I see you this evening."

"Oh," the thought of saying goodbye to Jean made your heart twinge with sadness, though you knew you'd have to say goodbye to him at some point, "goodnight, Jean," you wanted to find more words to say to him, but you knew that time was of the essence.

"Goodnight," Jean says your name with a honeyed smile, "now go get in the shower. As I said earlier, I have everything from here."

You make sure you tell Jean thank you and goodnight one more time before exiting the room and heading to the bathroom.

Jean's smiling face is still vividly in your head as you journey back to your room fresh out of the shower. As if you were still expecting to see Jean standing there in the last spot you saw him in, your heart drops whenever you push through the door to see that his presence was missing. Your side of the room is neat and organized, unlike how it was when you last saw it. You close the door behind you, entering deeper into the room while admiring the good work Jean had accomplished in such a short amount of time.

The room is dark and the only source of light is coming from both your small desk lamp and your plug-in wax warmer that was also located on your desk. Though the room is dim, you notice how the bed is nicely made and all of the clothes from the costume you had worn were neatly folded and set at the foot of your bed since Jean more than likely had no clue as to where to put your dirty laundry.

An unexpected wave of sadness crashes over you as you approach your desk and click the lamp off. You wore a heavy heart as you climb into your bed, nudging the dirty clothes off of the foot of the bed and onto the floor. You'd pick them up in the morning.

You couldn't help but feel upset due to the fact that you weren't able to speak to Jean about how everything went, about how you shared such an intimate moment together. There wasn't a good opportunity to talk about the experience that you two shared together. You wanted to, and you would've talked to him about it if it weren't for the phone call you received from Ymir. You couldn't help but wonder how Jean was feeling about the two of you having sex with one another.

These types of questions ran circles through your head even though you didn't want to think negatively at a time like this. It's not like you could have them answered right now anyway.

You wanted to spend more time with him, you wanted to share the tender moment with him for just a little while longer, and to just be in his presence. On the inside, you couldn't help but feel a little yucky, it felt like you'd been used in a weird way considering how fast Jean had to get out of there. But you knew deep down that wasn't the case, had things been different you knew that Jean would've stayed with you longer.

You let out a shallow sigh as you nuzzled into your comforter, telling yourself over and over that you are reading way too far into things and that it's not that deep.

You collect your phone that had been placed on your nightstand by Jean and tap the screen to awaken the device in order to check your phone. Seeing three recent messages from Jean makes your mind feel more at ease, and also puts a subtle smile on your face.

                                                    Today 01:04

                                                                                                                       Jean: Hey I wanted to let you know that I had a great time tonight Jean: I really hope that I get to see you again sometime soon. Maybe you'll bump into me later?

Jean: Just kidding about that bump-in part, have a good night

Reading the messages Jean had sent you while you were away in the shower set your mind at ease, you were no longer thinking of those thoughts and questions that ailed you. You quickly type a message out to Jean telling him thank you again along with one more goodnight message before locking your phone and placing the device beside your pillow. Almost instantly, your phone vibrates, and you could only guess that it had to have been from Jean. You told yourself that you would check his message in the morning.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Five- Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy PT.1

Chapter Five Part One of Forget

Orange, black, and purple plastic solo cups littered the dewy grass along with other miscellaneous speckles of trash- some cups still retaining remnants of alcohol. Only ten o'clock at night and there was already a headache of a cleanup worth of mess outside on the front lawn. There was no telling how much worse it would be on the inside where the heart and soul of the party was. But it's not like after-party cleanup would be your problem to deal with.

Carved jack-o-lanterns that were once originally placed along the long walkway leading up to the front door of the frat house were smashed and overturned. Stringy pumpkin guts and seeds clung to the porous pavement of the walkway, some of the pumpkin innards in the grass. A collection of large oak trees in the front lawn were decorated with ominous purple lights. The flickering light cascaded across the grass, bouncing off the glass of littered alcohol bottles.

As you transitioned onto the property from the bustling street of roaming party-goers from different frat homes all around, the music and shouts from within the home ahead of you seemed almost loud enough to shatter its' windows. The base of your heels clicked against the pavement out of excitement as you trailed up the property.

A gust of wind hit your overly exposed flesh, and a chill of excitement tickled your vertebrae. While you were pulling the silk robe you wore over your body to cover yourself, short wolf-whistles from a group of drunk party-goers who'd barely managed to stand up straight caught your attention. The intoxicated faces that wore skewed face paint waved to you, catcalling you, wanting nothing else but your attention, but, you ignored them and continued onto the covered porch. Anywhere away from the blabbering drunk so-and-so's who were floundering in the lawn is a place where you wanted to be.

The front door that belonged to the home was left completely open, and you couldn't tell if the people passing through were coming or going. But you pushed your way through and sure enough, you were finally inside and one with the chaos that was the Halloween party. You already knew that this party was more hectic than the last one you attended.

Spirits were high, and the energy emitting from the room you now stood in practically zapped you.

One look alone at the hoard of people around you had you wishing that you would've at least asked Ymir to cancel her late-night movie date with Historia so they could follow along with you tonight instead. You weren't sure if you could handle a party like this all by yourself.

Managing to shuffle away from the front door, you stood aside and reached for your phone that you'd been holding in your small purse. Taking a quick look around at all the flashy details of costumes, your eyes dug down at your phone screen.

Today 22:46 Hey Jean, I'm here...

Though it wasn't out of spite or pettiness, a handful of hours is how long you left Jean's messages on seen. You decided earlier in the day to take it upon yourself and show up and surprise him with your arrival instead of messaging beforehand so that way he wouldn't expect a thing.

After your message was sent, all you had to do was find Jean. Or he had to find you. Seemed simple enough, but with one look at the crowd, you knew it wouldn't be such an easy task to tackle. Even if Jean was nearby, how would you be able to pick him out of the crowd?

There were many, and if not all, people wearing costumes. Even if by chance you were to know tons of people, they'd be hardly recognizable to you. So trying to catch a face would be worthless.

A singular buzz from your phone had you checking your lock-screen within an instant. Sure enough, it was a response from Jean.

Jean: Where are you?

Just as you were about to start at your reply, the chat bubble from the receiving end disrupted you. But as you watched and waited, the chat bubbles disappeared without any further sign of reappearing.

Then somehow you heard Jean's voice shouting your name over the crowd.

But where?

You couldn't help but look like a maniac as you scanned your surroundings. You were trying to recall which direction you heard his tenor voice last when suddenly two large hands skewed your vision. Instantaneously your hands went flying upward, dropping your phone mid-process as you felt at his wrists as he stood close behind you.

You yelped a response, "Jean!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Jean's hands lowered from your face, allowing you to see clearly once again. "Let me get that," you watched as his hand reached for your phone that was on the ground.

Jean fell into your line of sight as you turned on your heel to face him. Both of you went wide-eyed as both of you took each other in, examining each other's costume. Your phone that was now dangling at his fingertips was almost dropped for a second time out of Jean's surprise.

"Are you... a cowboy?" You managed to make the first remark.

Covering Jeans' head was a worn chocolate brown cowboy hat, along with a matching colored mid-thigh coat. His hair was tucked under the hat, only the ends of his hair billowing out. Though like always, the black studded earrings were still imprinted in both his earlobes. A red paisley bandana covered up the neck of his button-up shirt. Dark faded blue jeans covered his long legs and a large belt buckle hung at his hips. The cuffs of his jeans swamped worn down brown pointed boots. His cheeks seemed to be more defined while somehow his facial hair seemed to be darkened and unruly.

His ruggedness was hot.

Jean cleared his throat before attempting to speak with his best cowboy impressions, "you betcha', cowgirl." Jean paused for a beat, mainly to gather his words, "now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm assuming you're dressed as a playboy bunny?"

"Bingo. How do you like my costume? Historia and Ymir helped me come up with the idea."

Promptly, you corrected your bunny ears that'd been pushed out of place from his surprise attack. Jean silently raked your appearance in from head to toe, his tongue caught on his lip as if he were about to say something but he hesitated, almost like he was nervous. Even if he was nervous, he most certainly wouldn't let you know that.

Eventually, he gulped, and through his parted lips he spoke, "I- I like it, your costume puts mine to shame. Also, I think the colors red and black suit you well."

If it weren't for the off-put lighting of different color hues, you would've been able to notice the radiating peach glow on his cheeks.

"Thanks, your cowboy costume isn't so bad either," you teased, tipping the front of his hat down over his brow line. "That's payback for making me drop my phone."

Jean chuckled, lifting the hat from his head, allowing the locks of his hair to fall across his forehead aimlessly. His long fingers ran through his hair, pushing his amber strands back before setting the cowboy hat back on his head.

After the quick readjustment, Jean's eyes were on you, "by the way, thanks for showing up tonight."

"Oh, it's no big deal," you admitted when in reality you'd spent hours getting ready, regardless of how nonchalant you'd made your previous statement out to be.

In the back of your mind, you wanted to look good tonight since you knew Jean would be at the party. You didn't care about the technicalities or the thoughts and ideas people would make of you from your attire alone.  But you wouldn't admit it.

You were uncertain for how long you had been staring at Jean for, that and you were also uncertain of close the two of you were standing next to each other until you were randomly pushed from behind by a passerby. Jean of course caught ahold of you as you went stumbling forward. Jean helped stabilize your footing by holding onto your arms.

There was a scowl on his face as he stared off into the crowd, searching for the person who carelessly bumped into you. The disgruntled look on his face was hardly noticeable if you weren't paying enough attention, but sure enough, there was a scowl on his face.

"Are you okay?" Jean's eyes were back on you, "they didn't even stop to apologize to you."

"It's alright, Jean, it's not like I got hurt or anything, and they're probably too drunk to function."

"You know you're probably right," even though it seemed like he didn't want to give up that easily, Jean carefully took ahold of your wrist, "will you follow me?"

You attempted to speak over the blaring background noise, "okay, where are we going?"

Jean turned his head back for only a second so he could respond as he began to walk, "you'll see."

The next room the two of you entered wasn't as packed as the entrance of the house, but still as lively. A table with solo cups at either side was folded out and there were two teams tossing ping pong balls back and forth, taking a drink from the orange solo cups when directed. A hoard of people surrounded the table, but you managed to get a vision of the action.

"Beer pong?" You talked over the commotion, taking a glance at Jean before back at the table.

"Have you ever played before?"

"Back in high school, I've played a handful of times but I completely sucked at the game. I haven't won, not even a single time."

"Let's see if your luck has changed any and see if we can break that losing streak of yours," Jean finally released your wrist to go talk to a man who'd been standing near the game table.

The unknown man was dressed in black pants and a white and black striped shirt, like one of those burglars you see in children's cartoons. Under a black beanie, he had blond hair and was built, his well-toned muscles were flexed as his arms wrapped around his chest while talking with Jean. Next to the blond was a much taller man, who was even taller than Jean by at least two to three inches, who wore a similar costume as the blond.

"Hey! Are you a friend of Jean?" An alto-toned voice called out from your right as you felt a knuckle tap on your shoulder.

A tall man with a freckle-kissed face and chocolate brown eyes beamed at you, his expression was laced with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His hair was parted and styled like a man from the eighties, and he wore a red puffer jacket over a denim jacket. Instantly you thought he was dressed as Marty McFly from Back To The Future.

"I guess you could say that, yes," you said, unsure if a straight yes or no would be correct.

"Okay, cool! I'm Marco, Jean's best friend. I haven't seen you around before, where did you guys meet?"

"I met him through my mutuals at a party last Saturday-" you paused for a beat, remembering the first actual encounter you had with Jean. "Actually, the first time I ever met him is when I quite literally ran into him. It was horrible, I spilled my latte and everything."

You'd have Jean pay you back for that latte one day, even if you were the one that barged into him. And that was a promise.

Just then, those chocolate brown eyes of his flashed for a split second. His thick eyebrows rose and fell and the corners of his lips struggled to keep from lifting into a knowing smirk.

"Before I forget to ask, what is your name?"

Whenever you told Marco your name, his eyes darted over towards Jean's direction then back at you. There was a weird expression on his face that you couldn't put your finger on, it almost seemed like he knew something that you didn't.

Your eyebrow lifted, "what's the matter, Marco?"

"Marco!" Jean finally reappeared from the beer pong table, almost standing in between you and Marco.

Jean glanced at you and back to Marco.

"Wait, what were you two talking about?" Jean shifted towards you slightly, a shadow falling across his brow from the cowboy hat he was wearing.

His defensive side caused suspicion to arise inside of you. Had he been hiding something from you?

"We-"

You'd attempted to speak, but Marco beat you to it, "nothing, Jean, I was just introducing myself to your friend."

Jean stared at Marco for a few seconds, like he was carefully reading the man with chocolate eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud cheer, almost like an explosion from the table. Then there was a harsh whistle that zipped through the other commotion which caught Jean's attention entirely.

"Jean! Come on, you're up against me and Bert," the same man that Jean was talking to previously informed.

"Come on," Jean motioned for you to follow him, "let's get you that win."

Across from you stood the same two men who Jean had been talking to previously. Apparently, the blond's name was Reiner and the other went by Bert, or Berty, however, the blond cooed. While Marco stood off to the side of both you and Jean, loaning you his friendly support and cheering both of you on.

As the game commenced, Jean stood close beside you the whole time, giving you a few tips and tricks here and there to help sink the ball. You noted how nice it felt when he held onto your wrist one time to imitate a fake swish. Or how nice it felt when you actually sunk a ball into a cup and Jean would congratulate you by pulling your body against him into a side hug.

You felt at the top of the world, soaring all high and mighty. There was a slight buzz kicking in already from the cups of beer you had to drink, and Jean even decided to help you out with most of them by downing the liquid. He'd pluck the cup up from the table, and before dipping his head back, he'd glance at you with a knowing look with his intense eyes over the brim of the cup.

Your fingers accidentally laced with his momentarily as you high-fived one another after Jean scored your team another point. Soon after your mini celebration was cut short, Jean rolled his eyes whenever Reiner's ball bounced into your team's orange cup. Reluctantly his slender fingers grasped the brittle material and downed the beer.

With the back of his wrist, he wiped the corners of his mouth, "we just need to score the last cup," Jean placed a hand on your shoulder, his excited eyes staring into yours.

"What if I mess up?" You kept your eyes only on Jean.

"You won't."

With that, you sucked a breath in through your nose and exhaled steadily. The music was continuously bumping in the background while you rinsed off your ball in the discard cup. Your chest was thumping, and there was a ringing sensation beginning to sound.

The game was currently tied up. One to one. Reiner and Bert stood adjacent to you and Jean. Both men waved their hands in front of the cup as you aimed for the center.

Once the ball was tossed and in mid-air after its' first bounce, their hands ripped away, and almost as if it were playing in slow motion, the ball landed in the cup. The contents sloshing around slightly on impact as your ball sank into the depths of the plastic. Reiner sighed and plucked the ball out and drank the beer from the remaining cup you happened to score.

An eruption of emotions spilled out of you and everyone else around you. To your surprise, you felt Jean ease his arms around you, swiftly lifting you and spinning you in a victory hug. Naturally, you melted into Jean's touch as he held you up from the ground.

"We did it, Jean! Thank you so much for believing in me."

"It's no problem, I knew that you could do it, but I do enjoy the praise."

If it weren't for Eren walking up and interrupting both of you, the moment of celebration with Jean would've lasted much longer.

You would've preferred that outcome.

"Jean, Marco," A slap on Jeans' shoulder came from Eren, "I've been looking for you two and everyone else, Porco wants us downstairs," Eren was practically already shit-faced.

When Eren's shiny emerald eyes caught ahold of yours, he stopped to smile and greet you. He couldn't believe that he'd overlooked you for that short moment.

"You- a playboy bunny? Damn, if I would've known you'd come dressed as that I would've come dressed as Hugh Hefner," Eren held a bottle pointed at you as he took your appearance in, "don't be a stranger, you should join us downstairs."

"Now, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's okay, Jean," you reassured the tall figure, "it sounds like it will be fun."

Your heels clapped against the hard flooring after stepping away from Jean who finally let you back onto the ground. Instead of walking with Jean, you stayed behind him as he walked with Marco, and Eren was already way ahead of the two men. You enjoyed watching Jean and Marco converse from behind, and also you noticed how lively they seemed to be when talking to each other.

Much to your Amusement, you immediately noticed out of the crowd of people in the basement that both Connie and Sasha were wearing matching crayon costumes. Connie was the color green and Sasha was yellow.

"Over here, you guys!" Connie practically fell over his own feet as he grabbed your small group's attention.

Though, another face, another painstakingly familiar face caught your attention.

'Why the hell is he here?'

Floch never showed up to parties, so why now of all times?

You stilled in your tracks, unsure of what to do. Do you approach the group and be awkward because of your ex-boyfriend? Or do you stop, turn around, and head back out instantly without another word spoken?

You noticed when Jean turned his head over his shoulder to look back at you, almost like he somehow noticed or felt a shift in the atmosphere around your group. His lips turned from a crooked smirk from talking to Marco into a slight frown as he gazed at you. Jean paused from marching alongside Marco to glide back and meet up with you.

Naturally, Marco turned on his heel to question what was up and why both of you stopped following, and all Jean did was encourage him to carry on and that the two of you would only take a second.

You appreciated Jean's concerns, but you didn't know what to say to him, what could you possibly say to him without making him uncomfortable?

"What's wrong?" Jean asked as he finally approached you.

"He," your eyes found comfort by staring at the ground you were standing on, "he's here."

"What do you mean?" Jean looked around momentarily before looking back at you, "who's here?"

There wasn't much time to waste, not if you wanted to make your conflicting emotions noticeable to the others who were waiting for all four of you to join them. You definitely didn't want Floch to notice how bothered you were by his presence.

What was he doing here anyway? He never was the one to attend parties, he even said so himself.

"My ex-boyfriend," you spoke dryly, almost unable to be heard if Jean weren't listening well enough.

Without another word spoken, you lifted your head, Jean took the cue to follow your eyes where Floch was seated. You watched as the redhead enjoyed a beverage from his orange cup, laughing at something with a man with short brown hair, whom you didn't recognize.

"Who? That guy is your ex?" Jean asked, paying close attention to you while gesturing towards Floch.

"Yeah, the redhead, I didn't think he'd be here tonight," you exhaled an uneasy breath of air, "he was never the one for parties. God, I don't want him to ruin my night, I've been having so much fun and-"

"So then don't let him ruin your night," Jean took ahold of your hand, interlacing your fingers with his, "I have an idea."

Your eyes flashed with excitement at the hand-to-hand contact with Jean, "what's your idea?"

Jean's stern eyes softened for a split second, almost like he were telling you to trust him. Without any debate on the matter, you swallowed your nerves and squeezed Jean's fingers with your own, embracing the comforting heat of his palm on yours. You could only notice how relaxed your hand was in his, the feeling was familiar and soothing, something you could get used to if given the chance.

"Hey guys," Jean spoke to the large friend group, taking a seat beside Marco on the couch.

The group of people was much larger this time around. You recognized some faces from previous encounters at the last party, while some faces you hadn't seen before, and some were completely unrecognizable due to their costumes. More people were standing idly by away from your group talking to one another, some were dancing, and there were others preoccupied at the wet bar. You noticed that there was a small group huddled around a pool table, but decided to_ ignore_ the pool table.

Without anywhere else to sit due to limited space around, you hesitated briefly until Jean pulled you onto his lap. With a squeal, you adjusted yourself, crossing your legs quaintly as you delicately sat on his lap. This whole time from holding hands with Jean till now you've avoided looking towards the direction Floch was sitting in, but you noticed that his lips had gone still, and movement of his had ceased.

Maybe he was jealous by seeing you and Jean together, hand in hand. But that was a good thing, right?

Jean's large palm draped on your hip delicately, no, hesitantly, almost like he was unsure to touch you. His palm hovered across the material of your silk robe, feeling the intricate indentations of the more risqué undergarments underneath. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable by the way he was holding onto you, all he could do was hope you wouldn't mind. But, considering your past encounter with Jean, he thought something so simple as having his hand placed on your hip didn't match up to the extremity of the last personal encounter you two shared.

Connie and Sasha struck up a conversation with you as soon as you were comfortably seated. Jean and Marco casually joined in on the conversation and all five of you sat talking amongst yourselves out of the group of well over a dozen.

There were the occasional cut-ins from Eren or the blond whose name was Armin that you'd seen from yesterday, but you didn't mind. There was also a man who was named Niccolo that appeared from upstairs who joined in, he brought two beers with him and wiggled his way to sit in between Sasha and Connie, mostly leaning into Sasha though as he gave her one of the beverages he'd been holding. The more the merrier you thought.

As long as it wasn't Floch joining in, you didn't mind.

The conversation was cut to a halt when a man with dirty blond hair that was slicked back cleared his throat to speak. The blond wore a black leather jacket, with a white t-shirt underneath and faded blue jeans covering his legs. Sitting next to him was another male who wore a similar matching costume, sans jacket and his hair was only a little messier than the blonds, with his hair falling out of place but still kept back. They looked to be dressed like a character out of the book _The Outsiders, _like greasers.

"How about we all play a little game?"

"What kind of game, Pock?" A woman with thick black hair asked, her arm lazily dragged across the man's shoulder as she tipped her head out of curiosity.

"Pieck, I told you to stop calling me that," the blond seemed to be easily frustrated by the single comment.

Which only resulted in a soft laugh from Pieck, "alrighty then, Porco."

The irritate state seemed to blow over quickly, and Porco now was back on track with his original train of thought, "anyways, I was thinking of..." Porco glanced around the vast group for a moment, "a little game of truth or dare?"

"Truth or dare? Don't you think that's a little middle schoolish, baby brother?" The man sitting beside him with brown hair asked playfully, visibly striking a nerve in Porco.

"Shut up," Porco hissed at his brother, "it's my party, so I get the say in what we do, so if _you _don't like it, Marcel, then you can leave. It's as easy as that," Porco pulled a bottle of bud light to his lips before tipping his head back to take a drink. "And that goes for everyone else too, if you don't like it, then leave."

Though, with the invitation to leave if warranted, no one got up from their seat. And you could tell that Jean hadn't even considered the option of leaving since he made no effort to move, and neither did you. But, naturally, you turned your head over your shoulder just to ask him and make sure. What you didn't anticipate was the proximity that both of your faces would be to each other once you turned to look back at him.

You stilled on Jean's lap, the breath you sucked in practically caught in your throat at his closeness, "Jean," you almost asked in a hushed tone, "do you want to play?"

"Of course," his smile disappeared briefly, but not because he was unhappy, "I mean unless you don't then we can go somewhere-"

"No," you smiled, aimlessly turning back to face the crowd as you'd once been, "I'd like to play, all I need is a drink to start the pace," you admitted, eyes falling onto Floch after turning back forward.

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"You have to do the dare, Bert," the man from the opposing team you played against earlier, who you now knew as Reiner, spoke out, encouraging his tall friend and the girl he was with.

Currently, Bertholdt was to take a body shot off of the girl's stomach. The poor boy was flustered out of his mind, his tan cheeks were a deep shade of pink as he leaned towards the girl. Bert dipped down to her naval, sucking out the alcohol from her belly button. Whistles and cheers sounded out from the crowd when Bert pulled his face back, downing the shot of booze.

"Atta champ," Reiner slapped Bertholdt on his back, causing Bert to cough up a sputter on the alcohol that lingered in his throat.

Bertholdt shrugged his shoulder over his mouth, eliminating any residual of alcohol on his lips.

Currently, you were a few turns in of a modified version of truth or dare. But instead of truths, there were only dares, or you had to take a drink for bailing. The game and its' rules reminded you of the spin-the-bottle game you played last Saturday.

"Drink or dare," you scanned across the crowd, thinking of a victim to pick, "Sasha."

"Dare, obviously," she elbowed Connie in the rib playfully, waiting to hear the poison you picked for her.

A mischievous grin developed on your eager lips, you had just the dare in mind for Sasha.

"I dare you to go lock yourself in a room with Niccolo for ten minutes," you pointed to a room just a few feet away from your group.

Niccolo sputtered out of embarrassment, he was surprised that you'd dare Sasha to do something like that. But Sasha, she wasn't the one to complain over a dare. So, she hopped up on her feet and waited for Niccolo to follow.

Though you only crafted this dare mostly as a joke, you knew well that this dare would also help the two jump-start their relationship in the right direction. You came to that conclusion solely by observing how the two had been interacting with each other so far.

Niccolo seemed to be interested in Sasha but, of course, was hesitant, while Sasha on the other hand was oblivious to Niccolo's advances.

Before Sasha entered the nearby room, she shot you a glance, a glance that could read 'you'll pay for this later.'

After receiving quick congratulatory praise from Eren and Connie due to daring Sasha and Niccolo to do such a thing, both men signaled to Jean that it was now his turn to dare someone.

"Who's it going to be, Jean?" pulling your chin back over your shoulder, you stopped to look at the man you were sitting on.

His fingers that were slack against you suddenly gripped your body slightly. Jean's index finger vaguely tapped against you where he held onto, before combing all fingertips against your flesh in a soothing manner.

Without a second glance around the room, Jean spoke with his head slightly tilted, his eyes on and only on you, "I dare you to kiss me."

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See how in my rules it says that I’ll probably never write full-blown sex? Well, I broke my own rule and wrote smut for our boy Bertholdt! This wasn’t supposed to be a smut fic at first but then I said fuck it and this was born. Now please remember that this is my first time writing smut so if it’s absolute garbage, I’m sorry lmao. Anyway hope you enjoy and no, I won’t be taking requests for full-on NSFW scenarios. At least not yet.

Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan

Bertholdt Hoover x Fem!Reader

Summary: With conflicted feelings about his mission and his love for you, Bertholdt opens up and cannot resist the pressure any longer.

Notes: SMUT, Unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, Angst, Bertl making sure you feel good :) 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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AOT BOYS IN LOVE ISLAND

⤷ characters: eren jaeger, jean kirschtein, armin arlert, levi ackerman, erwin smith, connie springer, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, marco bott, niccolo

eren would be the type of contestant that’d come off extremely strong at the start, knowing full well of what the show entails—and ready to make any type of connection that could conclude in success.

he’d be the third or fourth contestant to walk into the villa, on the very first day. there’d be about two to three women that’d step forward for him—so he’d definitely get his pick of the bunch. 

however, throughout the season his confidence would start to waver—he’d get overwhelmed with the concept of being filmed 24/7 and wish to have his privacy back. 

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] Chapter Four- Little Birdie

Chapter Four of Forget

The days from that eventful Saturday night passed on at a dreadful pace. It was official, midterms sucked a considerable amount, that much you were sure of. After a long week of exams, all you wanted to do was stay bustled in your bed after such a treacherous week.

Instead of taking a much-needed break with your free time, you were currently scrounging around your dorm. Carefully placing items that belonged to Floch in a cardboard box.

You had the slightest urge to keep ahold of one object, just one, one of his jackets as a remembrance of what was of the two of you. But at the last second, you decided against the idea and packed it in with the rest of his stuff.

"Where are you going again?" Ymir dabbed at her bottom lip using the back of her wrist to wipe the settlement of milk away that came from her bowl of cereal.

"I have to meet up with Floch and give him his stuff back," you said, continuing to double-check your dorm if you'd happened to find everything that belonged to him.

"You're a better person than I am," Ymir said, tilting her head back to drink the rest of the milk out of the disposable plastic cereal bowl, "I'd throw all of his stuff away without batting an eye."

The other day, you and Floch had a conversation over text to meet up and swap your belongings. Floch messaging you out the blue surprised you greatly. You hadn't talked to him since last Friday, the day he broke up with you.

"Yeah, well I want my stuff back from him," you replied, while it wasn't a complete lie, you wanted your possessions back, but you also wanted a reason to see him again.

And you hated yourself for it.

While Floch hadn't been too much on your mind, as soon as he messaged you asking to meet up, you couldn't keep him off of your brain.

"I think I have everything," you said while picking up the cardboard box, "I guess I'll be leaving now."

Tucking the box under your arm, your hip supported the box as you turned to look at Ymir. Ymir was getting up from her bed, putting away the disposable bowl into a wastebasket.

"Don't waste too much of your time on him," Ymir laughed.

"It's a get in, get out type of operation, I swear," you rolled your eyes, a smirk pulling at your lips as you headed for the door.

"If he's a dick to you and hurts your feelings just let me know and I'll kick his ass for you," what Ymir said sounded like a promise she had every intention on keeping.

But you brushed off her brute antics with a gentle smile, "thanks, Ymir."

You knew she'd have your back, for that you were thankful.

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Scanning the cafe thoroughly, your gaze combed over the herd of people until familiar fiery red hair fell upon your vision. Floch sat hunched forward, his attention dwelling into his cell phone. The cardboard box you'd been holding onto slapped against the table's surface Floch was sitting at as soon as you approached him. Causing him to jump, he nearly dropped his phone he'd been so well immersed in.

"You scared me," Floch lowered his phone to look up at you.

You couldn't help but laugh, "sorry," you lied.

"Let's just get this over with," he said with a sigh as he reached for a wrinkled shopping bag beside him that held all of your possessions.

He'd barely bat an eye to shove your things into a bag while you'd had the common decency to at least fold and put away with his things accordingly? The sight of carelessness alone left bitter distaste in your mouth.

And now you were silently regretting the decision to handle this transaction in public.

Then again, what did he owe you? It's not like he was your boyfriend anymore, he didn't have to hold the same amount of respect for you or your belongings any longer.

Maybe you were just too nice, especially to the guy who'd dumped you.

"Uh," you swapped the box for your bag of belongings, "thanks, Floch."

As Floch was examining the contents of the box, you couldn't stop yourself from speaking again.

"So, how you been?" As soon as the words left your lips, you bit down on your tongue as a knee-jerk reaction.

'Shut. The. Hell. Up.'

Why worry about his well-being? It was obvious he didn't reciprocate the same concern.

"I've been okay," his eyes bored into you without any interest. "Do we have to do this forced small talk right now? I've somewhere to be," Floch spoke again, standing up from the table.

"Of course, yeah," you took a step back, allowing him some space.

You wanted him to turn around and say something else, say something to you. A goodbye at least.

But all hope was lost as you watched Floch's backside as he walked away from you. There was no inclination that he'd turn around and catch a glimpse of you on his way out the building.

The plastic material that ringed around your hand fell victim to your nails as your fist clenched tightly. Your fingernails dug deep into your palm's soft flesh while watching Floch as he finally cut from your line of sight. The departure only leaving a dull pinch at your heart.

The rest of your body hardly kept up with the speed of your feet as you headed for the direction you originally entered from. Even though you were going back to your dorm to check out the contents of the bag, you peeled back the bag to take a quick look inside.

Your breathing stilled when you noticed an unfamiliar pattern on a shirt settled on the top of the rest of the items in the bag. Pausing for a beat in time, your feet locked on the ground beneath you as your hand meticulously scooped the shirt out of the bag to examine the material.

The shirt smelled of floral perfume, the potent kind that'd give a straight headache with a singular whiff. There was one thing for certain, this wasn't your shirt.

On the inside of your mouth, your teeth pinched at your cheek, fist crumbling the sheer cotton material as you pushed through the exit- only mildly running through people's way mid-process. Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute out of blind rage.

There could only be one explanation, he'd been cheating on you with some other girl as the two of you were dating. That could be the only reason why there was a shirt in the bag that didn't belong to you. That or it was from a hookup after the two of you broke up, but you chose the latter.

Asking Floch about it definitely wasn't an option.

Within an instant, the shirt was tossed into the garbage as soon as you came across a waste bin. You didn't want to think about it. You knew nothing good would come about if you dwelled. But then again, what would change if you knew the truth?

With a sigh, you pushed your weight away from the trash can and took a moment to forward your attention to the dull sky above you. There you watched a formation of birds pass above in a tight-knit formation, and in the back of your head, you'd only wondered why you couldn't have been born as a bird instead. Then that way life wouldn't be as difficult, at least that was your thinking, even if it seemed a bit childish in the least.

"Are you feeling okay? You look like you're about to implode or explode or something," a familiar voice called out from beside, and your eyes reluctantly lifted to see Eren approaching.

"You hardly look recognizable when sober," you adjusted your stance to match face to face with Eren.

Eren stood tall, his hand hooked around the strap of his backpack that lazily laid on his right shoulder. His hair was tied back into a bun and the strands of his hair hardly weren't as messy from the first time you saw him.

"I'll take that as some sort of compliment and count that as you hitting on me," Eren whipped his head to knock all the loose strands of hair out of his face, a cheeky grin on his lips.

Out of response, you rolled your eyes but found yourself smiling as well. You could tell that under his flirtatious manner that he was only joking around.

"Sure, yeah, let's go with that."

"Back to my previous question, you're not going to explode or something-"

"No," you cut Eren short, "I'm not going to explode or whatever. My stupid ex pissed me off just now, that's all," you sighed, remembering the shirt that didn't belong to you.

"Exes tend to do that sometimes, but I wouldn't worry about it with whatever it was they did,"

"I guess," your voice trailed on, and you found yourself looking away from Eren to watch the crowd around you, unsure of what to say next.

It's only when Eren spoke again that your full attention was back on him in a heartbeat.

"Y'know a little birdie has been asking around about you."

"About me?" Your heart steadily galloped in your chest, "who?"

There could only be one person who'd been doing such things, you knew this. And you were thrilled in the least to think Jean had been speaking about you. But you didn't want to show any excitement and jump to conclusions in front of Eren, so playing coy would be your best bet.

Eren shot you a knowing look, "you two really seemed to hit it off when we were playing spin the bottle last week."

"Jean?" You asked with innocence.

"What about me?" A familiar voice from behind sent chills up your spine.

Through your peripheral vision, you watched as his presence cut to your right to stand in between you and Eren. Your toes tapped away in your shoes, deliberately battling away your nerves as you built up enough courage to look at the man you'd had a hook up with. And by Eren's word, the same man who'd been interested enough to ask about you.

"Speaking of the devil, I was just catching up with (Y/N) before you showed up," you felt a weight lift from your shoulders as Eren saved the moment.

Against your willpower, you couldn't contain your curiosity any longer when you finally glanced over at Jean. Jean's arms were wrapped around his chest as his narrow eyes were solely set on Eren.

"Talking about the party from last week," Eren spoke once again.

At the mention of the party, this was the first time Jean's eyes cut over to you. There was a glint of an indescribable emotion in his light brown hues as you held eye contact with him. You could almost put your finger on the emotion, it's almost like you'd seen the same look in his eyes before.

"Eren!"

Collectively, all three heads turned to a guy with short blonde hair with magnificent blue eyes.

"I'll catch you two later," Eren gave Jean a pat on his shoulder before sprinting off.

With Eren's newfound absence, there was a shift in the air around the two of you. Jean nonchalantly turned his head over to look at you once again. And instead of the cool exterior, he'd just been supporting, there was the faintest shift to relaxation in his demeanor.

"So," you twisted the shopping bag in your hand, unsure of what to say next.

"So..." Jean's voice trailed on, the corners of his mouth fighting the urge to curl into a grin.

"I'm sorry for just up and running the other night," you admitted, trying to cover your bashfulness.

Naturally, a bundle of nerves began to build up just by remembering the events that took place on the night of the party. Pressing your knees together, you fought back the memory that was clogging your mind to clear your headspace.

"If there's anyone who is in need of apologizing then it should be me for not getting any contact information to keep in touch with you when I had the chance."

A sharp jolt of electricity struck your heart, there was no point in trying to hide how fast your heart was beating.

Was he flirting with you?

'No...'

You played into his bid, "well, what's stopping you now, Jean?"

"Alright, I'll bite, can I see your phone please?"

"Sure."

Without any hesitation, you dug in your pocket for your phone. After unlocking your cell, the device flat in his palm that he held out. In a matter of seconds, Jean had your phone held out for you to take back.

"Here's mine," Jean said while handing his phone over to you.

Diligently you punched your number into his contacts, labeling yourself as your first name only. Only a few seconds later you were handing his phone back to him, his fingertips brushing against yours during the exchange.

"Sweet, now we can stay in touch," Jean bounced his phone against the palm of his hand. "Are you up to anything tonight?" He quickly added.

"Nothing much, really, why?" you replied, when in reality you'd been planning on binging YouTube videos in the comfort of your bed for the rest of the night and weekend.

"I was planning on going to this Halloween party tonight," his intense eyes scanned you up and down, "you should come too, it'll be fun."

"I'm assuming it would be some type of costume party? Does that mean I'd get to see you all dressed up?"

"Yeah I have a costume in mind," the lightest shade of pink crept on his face, "but you'll have to be there in person to see it."

"Sounds tempting, but I wouldn't know what to wear such short notice," It's not like you had a costume just lying about in your possession.

"Costumes are optional but they're encouraged."

"Give me some time to think about it, okay?" By looking at his face, you didn't have the heart in you to tell him no.

"Just shoot me a text whenever and I'll text you the address," Jean replied with a shrug, "or I'll just text you."

It wasn't until now that you noticed how close Jean was standing in front of you. Noticing the limited space between the two of you, his scent was intoxicating. A scent you were getting familiar with, warm cashmere, you could drown in it.

"Sounds good," you lifted a hand to send yourself off with a parting wave, "I have to get back to my dorm now, got some unfinished business to take care of."

And by unfinished business, you meant going through your belongings Floch gave back to you.

"Oh," Jean's smile faltered for a brief moment, but you didn't notice the disappointment in his voice when he spoke, "I'll leave you to it then."

"Bye, Jean," you'd already started on your departure, your feet sliding on the pavement beneath you as you took backward steps.

Jean found this amusing as he let out the faintest laugh, "see you later, (Y/N)."

Light brown hues stared through you until you turned your head with the rest of your body as you carried on home. During mid-process you glanced over your shoulder to look behind and steal a glance only to get caught by Jean himself. He'd turned to look over at you at the same time. A gallop in your heart and a boost in your step, you sped away in a fury of embarrassment.

Before you were even back to your room, there was a vibration from your phone. You pulled your phone out of your pocket as you scurried down the hallway, heading for your door that was just down the hall.

A message from Jean had your heart thumping.

'Already?'

Within an instant, you were checking the message.

Jean: I hope I get to see you again at the party tonight.

Along with Jean's message was an attachment of the address.

Unbeknownst to you, a smile had crept onto your face when you noticed that Jean had added a selfie of himself as the contact photo.

'When did he have time to sneak a photo?'

Pushing through the door to your room, you immediately tossed your bag at your bed. The bag fell to the floor just before reaching the bed.

"What the hell?" Ymir asked with a bewildered expression, a towel clutched in her hand as she dried her hair.

"Ymir," your voice was urgent as the door closed behind you after entering the room.

Ymir who'd had every intention on keeping her earlier promise greeted you with concern, "what is it? Did something happen?"

"I need your help finding a costume for a party tonight."

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we all needed this, especially right now with the current events in the manga. i love Jean and he has always been a favorite character of mine, he deserves a happy ending 😔💗. enjoy these!

Dad Headcanons

Characters: Jean Kirstein

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW (not a lot), pregnancy, birth

Jean Kirstein:

- Jean is definitely a guy to pull out, but this time things got a little crazy and he actually ended up doing it inside of you. of course you didn't really think anything of it, your mind was in pure bliss.

- that's when about 3 or 4 weeks later, you began to feel sick. you weren't yourself at all, you were tired, sleeping in late, having headaches, and you started throwing up a lot. it concerned Jean a lot considering he cared about you.

- Jean was so worried 😔 he definitely stayed up during the night making sure you didn't throw up, he also got you anything you needed. Whether it be snacks, water, cuddles, he was there to give you whatever you needed.

- when you found out you were pregnant, it was at an usual doctor's visit. your blood work showed it all and Jean couldn't be more excited to start a new chapter with you, it was so exciting. he almost cried too 🥺.

- Jean instantly became protective and careful with you, he didn't want anything happening to his child and he would do anything to keep you both safe.

- he understood all the symptoms, he called up his mom and told her about it all. she gave him tons of advice on how to deal with the morning sickness, constant peeing, mood swings, etc. she was very supportive and occasionally she would come over and help you out.

- he fell in love with the bump 🥺 you guys took pictures together and they were so adorable. he kisses the bump often and he'd put his hand over it to feel the baby 🥰.

- Jean wanted a girl so bad, he deadass would talk about raising a little girl with you. it was literally all he talked about, when you found out you were having a girl, he couldn't contain his excitement. he legit lost it 😭.

- he definitely gets a kick out of you waking up to pee so many times 😭, sometimes he'll count and make fun of you. all jokes though.

- watching you get big was definitely something he loved to watch, he felt like it went by so fast and he couldn't wait to meet your little girl 🥺. Jean would kiss your bump every night and lay his head on your belly.

- when your water broke Jean wasn't even there, he was with Connie when Sasha called him yelling about it. he deadass dropped what he was doing and rushed to the hospital with Connie by his side 😭.

- this baby was a mess 🥺 he kept apologizing for not being there, but you assured him he was okay and that you were glad he was there.

- it was a long process, he definitely had a hard time hearing you cry and scream in pain. he held your hand, kissing it softly so it could provide some ease with the pain. Connie and Sasha were there for support 😔.

- eventually when you gave birth he was so so happy. he cried 🥺 he held his daughter for the first time and broke down sobbing, she was so beautiful to him. he loved her.

- Jean literally would never let go of her, he was so astonished by her. like... he had this 'i made this' mindset 😭.

- he stayed by your side making sure you were okay, he told you how much he loved you and how amazing you did.

- the first few weeks home were a bit hectic, you never wanted to sleep more than you did now and it was a very tiring process. luckily, you had Jean around to help you.

- Jean would wake up most of the time, he knew how tired you were, so he took the upper hand and fed your daughter, changed her diaper, etc. he was surprisingly so good at it 🥺, he learned a lot when his mom would come over.

- HE WOULD SPOIL HER ROTTEN. she was his little princess and he felt like she deserved the best.

- Jean would buy those cute little footie pajamas for her to wear 😭💗, this baby would be dressed in the cutest little outfits ever. Jean knew how to dress her.

- you would sometimes wake up to him sleeping on the couch with her in his arms, it was definitely something you loved to see 🥺 it was so adorable.

- Jean would teach her how to crawl and he'd even try to teach her random things 😭.

- "Jean.. she's five months old.. she can't understand a word you're saying"

- "babe you never know till you try.. now, say dad!"

- her first words were 'mama' and Jean was salty asf.

- Jean is a stuffed animal guy, he bought her so many stuffed animals and plushies that you even couldn't believe the huge amount. her favorite was a pink teddy bear with a heart on it's cheek, she would never let it go.

- he taught her how to walk, this man was so determined to teach her how to walk. when she took her first steps, he was so excited and he jumped around. IT WAS SO ADORABLE 🥺.

- CONNIE AND SASHA ARE THE PERFECT AUNT AND UNCLE IDC.

- he's so so thankful for you and your daughter. he tells you late at night how much he loves you and he feels so blessed to have you both in his life 🥺..

- "i'm so blessed to have you and our daughter in my life (y/n).. i couldn't ask for better from you."

- he wants many more, trust me on that.

- Jean is an amazing dad to this little girl. you can't change my mind.

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no thoughts just riding Reiner's thigh 👀

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It just be like that sometimes

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Love Hate Me (part 5)

levi ackerman x f!reader

enemies to lovers (levi hates reader, reader hates levi)

18+ content: smut, mentions of blood, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation, praising, name-calling

SPOILER WARNING: this takes place in part 1 of season 3. there are mentions of major events that occur during this arc.

part 1 is found here. part 2 is found here. part 3 is found here. part 4 is found here.

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3 weeks later.

Fuck him.

Whatever the two of you had, whatever connection you felt with him, it’s done. Over. Gone.

He hasn’t come to see you. Hell, you took a bullet for him, your abdomen still tender and bandaged up. But 21 days and there’s still no sight of the stupid short man, his stupid expressionless face, his stupid blue eyes, his stupid— ugh.

Fuck. Him.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔] Chapter Three- Spin The Bottle

Chapter Three of Forget

This chapter contains 18+ material [smut]

Familiar intense light brown eyes bored into you, taking in your appearance, "we seriously need to stop running into each other like this, coffee girl."

The same man from yesterday stood before you, holding onto you, only now he looked different, polished even. A stark contrast between now and the day previous. His ash-brown hair was effortlessly tamed, almost like the locks of hair had been combed through by his fingers, but his bangs still spilled over his forehead. And in replacement of the heather grey tracksuit, he was clad in a black button-up shirt with the top few-or-so buttons undone, white bottoms that were missing a belt, and black shoes. Everything combined perfectly to create a monochromatic outfit.

Any other time you would've taken into account how favorable the man was, but now definitely was not one of those times.

Maybe this was some sick joke, no, maybe this callous world wanted to torment you and make you suffer for some unknown reason. Wasn't being broken up with enough suffering as is?

'No, because this world is just that cruel.'

No words could describe the immense embarrassment you currently felt as your skin began to prickle with a wave of heat that began to arise within your entire body. Both of his hands casually released from your waist when he pulled away from you by taking a step away, but still lingering in your personal bubble. The scent of musky sheer cashmere was prominent as your bodies stood parallel with one another.

You stilled momentarily, backtracking his greeting.

'Coffee girl.'

Out of bitterness, you rolled your eyes out of annoyance from the nickname he'd pinned to you, "coffee girl? Seriously?"

"Well," he started with a head tilt, and continued by crossing his arms around his chest, "to be fair, you left without saying your name, coffee girl."

"I'll have you know it was a pumpkin spice latte if we're speaking technicalities," you said matter-of-factly as if it would make any difference.

A cheeky smirk began to pull at his lips as his shoulders lowered, dipping down slightly to lean into you, "okay, latte girl, what's your name then?"

You shielded your annoyance by pressing the mouth of your wine cooler against your lips, taking a swift sip of the cold mixed berry flavored liquid. At this point, you were fuming at the fact he'd hardly said anything but still managed to press all of your buttons by one single comment.

He continued to stand there, awaiting an answer from you. Preferably your name.

"Okay," you began to speak, causing his body to perk up, "my name is (Y/N)."

He stood up straight to bask in the new information, which only made you yet again realize how tall the man really was. You shifted uncomfortably in your strappy heels, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

"(Y/N)," your name rolled off of his tongue delicately, and it seemed there was a hint of contemplation on his face, "it's nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

"Likewise, uh..." you paused for a beat, scanning his face with uncertainty since you didn't know his name, "what's your name?"

"My name-"

Just as he opened his mouth to relay his answer, he was cut off by a man who'd just paraded into the kitchen.

"Jean!"

The man turned his head, forwarding his attention to the man you hadn't seen before until now.

Jean?

You stared at him as he wasn't paying any attention to you. Quickly, you scanned him up and down once or twice, noticing now that he was wearing black stud earrings that were almost hidden by his hair.

"What is it?" There was an obvious switch in his tone of voice, now he sounded annoyed.

"We're all waiting for you downstairs," the man who you suspected was his friend pointed towards the exit of the kitchen.

"I'm coming, give me a second to grab a beer," he grumbled under his breath.

Jean turned to look away from his friend, his light brown orbs catching onto yours for a split second as he bent down to a cooler and began digging around in the ice.

"Who's your friend?" The man with brunette hair thrown together into a messy bun asked.

He lifted a curious brow, his green eyes were glazed over and glossy as he stared at you with slight interest. Maybe you liked the attention, especially since now you were single. In the back of your mind, you remembered how Historia and Ymir were stressing to have fun and let loose tonight, did that entail hooking up with some stranger that appeared to be some type of fuckboy?

You surely wouldn't hold yourself against it.

"Don't give this drunk bastard any of your attention, (Y/N)," Jean exhaled, beer bottle in hand.

In response his friend flipped him off, "fuck you, Jean, I'm not even that drunk."

"Whatever, Eren, you can go ahead and head down to the basement, I'll just be one more second here," Jean said, motioning to you slightly with his beer bottle.

With that, Eren shoved his hands into his sweat pockets and trudged out of the kitchen, checking out another girl's ass as he exited the kitchen.

Jean turned to look at you, his gaze dropping to your lips and back up to your eyes to hold eye contact, "do you want to come with us downstairs?"

Slight excitement filled your chest at the mention of joining them downstairs. But immediately after you drowned in a puddle of disappointment, remembering that you were waiting around for either one of your friends to show up. Preferably both.

"I'm waiting for my friends right now, sorry," you apologized, but the temptation didn't cease to exist.

"Ah, maybe we'll bump into each other again some other time," he flicked a shred of ice off of the bottle of beer, "see you around."

You stared at the exit longingly after Jean left the area. Maybe you should've gone with him, but you knew it would've been wrong to leave without letting either of your friends know of your whereabouts.

A perfectly good party, and here you were waiting around in the kitchen, appearing to be some type of outcast. You felt inclined to venture off from the kitchen and search for your friends yourself but decided to stay in the place where Historia saw you last.

With what felt like a few minutes later, and you were already on your second wine cooler, a familiar face finally greeted you. And you felt like you could cry out of joy.

"Historia! Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you dropped the now empty bottle of your second wine cooler into the garbage bin. "Did you ever find Ymir?" You couldn't help but notice that the blonde was alone.

"Yes! Funny story, she's downstairs with a few of our mutuals, let's go," Historia tugged on your arm eagerly. "I think you'll like them."

Your chest sank. Downstairs? How this all felt too convenient for you.

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With each step you took down the stairs you carefully watched your footing, making sure you didn't misstep since you were wearing heels. Because a trip to the ER would be such a mood killer.

The edge of your fingers ran along with the wooden frame of a pool table that you passed as both of you adventured to a separated area with the most commotion. There were barely any people on the lower floor as if it'd been off-limits and reserved for select individuals. This was a thought that came to mind as you followed behind Historia into the room where all of the chatter was being generated.

Sitting on the collection of l-shaped sofas, chatting amongst one another were a handful of people. No less than ten people give or take.

The air was smoky from a joint that'd been passed around, and steadily thumping in the background was the sound of a familiar song blasting away from upstairs. Out of all of the faces, you spotted Ymir's first.

"Historia, you retrieved (Y/N)! Get over here, we're about to start the game," Ymir waved both of you over.

"What game?" You asked, standing just outside the sectionals, avoiding all eye contact from everyone sitting in the dysfunctional circle.

"Spin the bottle," a guy with short silver hair interrupted, a bottle of fireball sloshing in his hand, "you do know how to play, right?"

"Yeah of course I do..." your eyes darted towards Ymir and Historia, and before you could respond, the man with silver hair continued speaking, grabbing your wrist in response.

"Bet! Sit with me," he sat down next to a girl with brunette hair and you sat between him and Historia. "What'd you say your name was again?"

"Connie, maybe if you weren't tipsy you'd be able to remember that their name is (Y/N)," the Brunette sitting beside him snorted a remark.

Connie whipped his head over his left shoulder towards the brunette, "mind your own business, Sasha."

Your eyes bounced around at the odd-shaped circle, momentarily landing on Jean who was sitting directly across from you. This was the first time you'd looked at him directly since entering the basement.

"There's one issue though, I don't know everyone's names," you gestured to everyone around the circle.

"I'll introduce you to everyone, (Y/N)," Historia spoke out, turning your attention to her.

The blonde quickly went around the circle, introducing you to everyone so you'd be up to speed. You could only hope that you wouldn't accidentally mess up anyone's name. You tried pinning each name to a slight detail about each person so you wouldn't forget.

"Everyone on the floor," Eren said, and by the single command, everyone got to the ground to sit together in a more functional circle.

Historia glanced up at you as you remained sitting on the couch, unsure if you truly wanted to participate. You made eye contact with her, and after staring at those pleading blue eyes of hers, found your way onto the floor yourself.

"We do things a little differently, you have the option to opt-out of a kiss by simply taking a shot," Eren said, his green eyes darting up at you after placing an empty bottle on the floor in the center of everyone.

"Got it."

As the game commenced, you were simply enjoying the observation of all of the combinations of kisses so far, and all of those who took a shot instead until eventually, it was your turn to spin the bottle.

Sitting up on your knees, you reached for the bottle, delicately placing your fingers on the glass. After giving the bottle a swift spin, you sat back watching with anticipation until the momentum began to die down and the bottle stopped completely.

The neck of the bottle aimed slightly off-center with Eren.

A twinge in your heart was evident for some unknown reason as you readied yourself for the kiss. Placing your hands on the floor, the two of you reached for one another until your lips met his chapped ones.

'One. Two. Three.'

You counted in your head until the kiss was over with. Sure, Eren was attractive enough, but kissing him surely didn't do anything for you. There was nothing else beneficial to the kiss beside the swapping of spit and the aftertaste of bitter booze from his lips. But, the kiss was still fun nonetheless, you guessed.

The turns continued around the circle counterclockwise, everything running smoothly like clockwork as you silently observed everything. That was until Jean reached for the bottle at the center of the circle once it was his turn.

"Go ahead with it, Jean boy," Eren nudged Jean with his elbow.

"Shut the hell up," Jean said, in an attempt to brush Eren off by giving the bottle a good spin.

Jean had already been kissed once so far, and that was when Connie's spin landed on him. Though Jean encouraged Connie to just take a shot, Connie refused, which resulted in a sloppy kiss between the two.

Your teeth sank into the inside of your lip, watching intently as the bottle spins rapidly in wild circles. Anticipation steadily digging away at your insides as the neck of the bottle begins to gradually come to a halt.

'On me?'

You surely were seeing things correctly, the neck of the bottle was pointing directly at you. There was no contemplation at all from Jean whether he skip the kiss and take a shot instead as he pushed himself up from his spot without hesitation.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Jean crawled across the circle towards you, his light hazel eyes staring through you. There was hardly any time to acknowledge the fluttering sensation in your chest as he closed in.

"Hi," Jean greeted, "are you ready?"

With a head nod of confirmation, Jean slowly bobbed his head down, lips hovering over yours as you sat up straight to meet with him. The familiar scent of musky sheer cashmere, of him, infiltrate your nostrils as your lips finally connect.

A tingling sensation rippled across your body from the initial contact. Chills ran across your skin when Jean collected the side of your face into his hand, bringing you in closer towards him to deepen the kiss. There was a pull between both of you like you had to be closer to one another. Fighting the urge to run your hand through his ash brown hair, you twisted your palms together, keeping your hands to yourself as he held you in his hand, tongues overlapping in a passionate kiss.

His facial hair slightly tickled your skin, but you didn't care. All you cared about was how exciting the kiss was, what it was doing to you on the inside, how eye-opening it was.

The two of you didn't bother to pull away from the lip lock until the sound of a few wolf whistles from the others around the circle interrupted the moment.

You were the first to pull away from the kiss, brushing a thumb over your tingly kiss swollen lips.

After months of dating, Floch never kissed you like that, for that you were certain.

Breathless, the kiss left your head airy and your lungs empty, you were quietly fighting for air in your seat. A wave of heat circled through your body, emitting from your core.

Jean found his way back to his spot, turning to look at Eren who whispered something in his ear before Eren proceeded with his turn. Jean slumped against the couch behind him, allowing a heavy exhale to seep from his lips while his chest dropped and his hands lay flat in his lap as his hazel eyes stared at you lazily. A swift breath caught in the back of your throat as you maintained eye contact with him. A light shade of pink dusted a cast over his milky skin.

A few rounds and more mindless kisses later, none of them came anywhere close to Jeans. You were slightly hoping that you'd be kissed again like that for another time during the game, but it didn't happen.

***************

The wooden frame of the pool table from earlier pressed into your backside as you intently scrolled through Instagram with the last bit of battery percentage you had remaining. Floch's Instagram page. Entirely a bad idea to be stalking him like you were right now, but you reasoned with yourself that you just wanted to scroll through his pictures and see if he deleted all of the posts that had you in them as you'd down with yours respectively.

You knew it was a bad idea, but still, that didn't stop you. A pop-up warning you of your battery at ten percent should've been your final warning to stop stalking, but again, you didn't listen to reason.

"Hey, (Y/N)," a familiar voice cooed after the clicking of a door, causing a swarm of emotions to twist inside of you, "I didn't think you'd be back down here."

Turning your head to look at the stairs only to see Jean walking down them, you gave him a slight smile. After the basement cleared out after the rounds of spin the bottle was over with, you knew there'd be hard to no people left in the basement. So, when you wanted a little alone time to yourself, you knew the basement was the best option for you to stalk your ex.

"I didn't think you'd be back down here either," you admitted, lowering your phone slightly to look at him.

"My phone is missing, I think I accidentally left it down here earlier," his hair flopped on his forehead as he cleared the last two steps with a small jump to the floor, "what're you doing down here, playing pool by yourself?"

He teased, heading towards the area where all of you were collected earlier to play spin the bottle. You watched him from far away silently as he diligently searched for his phone. The temptation to help him search arose within you, but as soon as you were about to speak up, you paused, watching as he collected the device into his hand.

"Found it," he checked his cell before shoving it into his back pocket.

You shot him a faint congratulatory smile but stayed quiet.

Instead of heading back upstairs like you thought he would, he gravitated back towards you instead. Standing beside you, your eyes darted away from him as you noticed he was examining you.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?"

Though you'd just been stalking your ex, it's not like you wanted to rant about him. To a stranger at that.

With a sigh, you shook your head, "kind of? I don't know," you tucked your phone away into your purse with a shrug.

"Not having any fun at the party or something?" His elbow bumped into your left arm with a slight playful nudge.

"It's not that," truly it wasn't that you weren't having fun, because you were.

The kiss you shared with Jean was the biggest thrill you'd had all night, scratch that, the biggest thrill you'd had all week. Almost something worthy enough to dream about. Because It's not like every day you share a mind-blowing kiss with a person you hardly knew.

"I came here to this party to get my mind off of a breakup, but being the loser I am, I'm standing here at a party dwelling over him," you cringed internally after the realization of how you'd just overshared a bit too much.

'Way to go.'

"Well, let's get your mind off of him," Jean took a step off to the side and collected two cue sticks, handing you one, "here."

"But, I don't know how to play pool," you replied, nervously accepting the cue stick.

The only time you played pool was the one time on your phone when you played against Ymir. You lost horribly as the board had been swept clean before you ever got a second turn. The terrible defeat resulted in you deleting the app for good. You haven't played any form of pool since.

"I can teach you as we go along," he offered, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

Jean began to rack all of the balls into the triangle holder, and you watched him mid-process. Noticing how his pants hugged at his hips and how his hair fell over his forehead effortlessly as he reached over the table. Which only reminded you of the incident from yesterday.

"Jean," you spoke, leaning against the cue stick.

Jean lifted his head to look up at you, his eyebrows lifted with a curious expression on his face, "yeah?"

"I just wanted to say sorry again for what happened yesterday, I was in a rush to get back to my dorm and..."

'And that's when Floch broke up with me.'

"Seriously don't sweat it, (Y/N)," he said, making you visibly relax. "It's not often I have a pretty girl run into me," his intense light brown eyes shot you a wink.

All extremities began to tingle as your skin felt ablaze. You turned your head, facing away from Jean to look at the other end of the pool table as your heart fastened in your chest.

"Okay, we're ready to go," Jean eventually spoke again, lifting the holder up and away from the formation of balls. "Would you like to be the one to break the set?"

"Uh... I guess I could give it a try," you said more as a question than a defined answer.

Immediately Jean situated the white cue ball on the opposite end of the table at your response. The cue stick fumbled in your hands after swapping places with Jean. Which he took a step back, observing you fully.

The inside of your lip fell under attack once you sunk your teeth into its sensitive flesh, trying your best to position the stick accordingly. The butt of the stick was held wrapped in your hand tightly as your other hand struggled to find a comfortable position to hold the tip of the stick. You eyed the cue ball down, remembering back to the one time you played pool digitally against Ymir.

This was definitely nothing like the phone game.

'How the hell do you hold this thing?'

Much to Jeans' amusement, he takes a step closer towards you until you can feel his body heat radiating from behind you.

"Try loosening your grip at the butt of the stick, and for your other hand," he chuckled as he viewed your fingers tangled around the thinner end of the stick, "hold the stick using your thumb and index finger, or your middle finger too for more support."

His instructions rambled through your head, resulting in you lowering the pool stick out of confusion. Turning your head to look at him, he took another step towards you.

"Can I..." Jean closed in on you, his waist brushing against you as he guides your hands over the stick with his, "here."

Sure it was a compromising situation from the outside looking in, but you knew it wasn't anything like that, what Jean was doing was just teaching you how to properly handle the cue stick. So why did your heartbeat fasten all of a sudden?

With Jean standing close behind you, you could drink in his musky scent. He was speaking, guiding your hands with his simultaneously, but you didn't hear anything clearly, only focusing on his hands felt on yours.

Jean guided your body gently into a proper stance, helping you aim down the stick. Through your peripheral vision, you noticed his eyes flicker back and forth from you to the task at hand through his ash-colored hair.

You still weren't entirely sure of what it was he was saying. Only when the balls somehow snapped and tumbled across the green-carpeted surface did you snap back to reality. With one look over your shoulder, Jean's eyes were immediately locked down on yours as he stood dangerously close behind you.

"Good job, I think you pocketed in a solid," his hazel orbs were speckled with a fire of emotion.

The proximity of his closeness was currently causing your heart to run laps through your chest. His body heat made your insides feel like putty.

"Thanks, Jean," your words fell from your lips weakly.

When his hazel eyes lowered to your lips, a sharp breath sucked through your mouth, noticing how his large hands were still lingering near your body. There was a shift in the air around both of you, naturally, the pool stick released from your grasp to roll out onto the table. His hands ventured along your body, hooking at your waist gently. He held onto you as you now faced him completely, your backside pressed against the pool table.

Jean lowered his head down, inching closer to your face, his breath fanning your neck, sending another chill up your spine. The bass from the music upstairs thumping in your ears rampantly, or was it your heart?

The pads of his fingers began toying with the small of your back as he held onto you. Your hands were pressed against his chest, feeling the sleek material of his black button-up shirt that covered his toned torso.

Like two forces being pulled together, Jean carefully placed his lips onto yours. In response, your hands trailed up his chest until they were wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. His soft lips against yours turned feverish like there was a dire need for more. Without breaking the intense lip lock, he swiftly lifted you by hooking his hands under your thighs and set you onto the edge of the pool table.

'Forget about Floch.'

A shiver tickled your spine as Jean broke away from the kiss to plant a trail of kisses on the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on your soft skin ever so slightly. A delicate moan escaped from your mouth from all the times Jean's lips kissed on your sweet spot.

"Jean," you breathed out with a pant, "what if someone walks in?"

Though you were trying to focus on having a good time, worrisome thoughts that someone could wander into the basement at any given moment and see both of you hooking up built a barrier in between you and having fun.

Jean pulled away to look at you through hooded lids, "let's hope they don't then for our sake," with one hand, he collects your chin, rubbing his thumb across your kiss swollen lips.

Sure, the thrill of messing around and the chance of getting caught excited you to a certain extent.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you stared at the man straddling you. His hips rocking between your legs in a tantalizing motion as he stared down at you beneath him through hooded lids.

Jean's free hand kneaded your thigh like dough, the crook of his thumb tucked at the band of your lace underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease. Discarding the sheer material after it'd been removed from your legs.

Down on his knees before you, Jean carefully led a trail of sweet open mouth kisses from your knee up from the inside of your thigh. His fingertips pushing the material of your dress upward along the way.

"Is this okay?" The heat of his words fans your exposed sex, causing your back to arch out of excitement.

"Mm..." you nod your head, incapable of forming a proper reply.

Your eyes flutter shut once his mouth closes in around your clit, his tongue dancing around in smooth motions against the bud that makes your core tighten. Naturally, you lay back against the pool table, managing to avoid any miscellaneous pool balls on the surface.

Both of his hands grip onto your hips from underneath your dress, moving around in tender circles to caress your body before he swipes his tongue between your soaking wet folds, gathering a taste of you. Another lick from his tongue starting from your core up to your clit has you panting lightly, practically begging for more.

His tongue centers on your clit once again, drinking you in as his tongue flicks rapidly against the bud, berating the nerves as you grind against his face. A thin layer of your slick coats the inside of your thighs as one of his fingers gently plunge into you. Without any hesitation, another one of his digits sinks into you, causing more friction.

His long fingers slide in and out of you, hitting your core in just the right way at perfect momentum. Pushing inside your spongy center at greater force while pulling out swiftly to repeat the process over and over again.

Your fingers tangle through his soft hair in intricate knots while holding onto him the only way you could.

"Jea... Jean," you breathed out a moan.

Hitting your core repeatedly as his tongue strokes and flicks in just the right spots, you finally began to feel your nerves bundle up in your core. It wouldn't be much longer at the pace he was going until he had you at your release.

"Don't stop, Jean," you groaned, almost begging him, "please."

That triggered Jean to grab ahold firmly onto your hip with his left hand, nails digging into your flesh as he fastened his pace both with his tongue and fingers. His fingers sloshed in and out, holding you against his face as your body couldn't take the pleasure anymore.

Eventually, you began to unravel, coming undone as you moaned out his name breathlessly, clenching around his fingers as the pent up nerves rippled through you. Jean planted sweet supple kisses against your clit, sucking slightly as his fingers slowed inside of you at a tantalizing pace while you rode out on your wave of release for as long as you could.

Just as you thought you'd found your end, Jean lifted his face away and replaced his mouth with his thumb. The ball of his thumb kneaded away in rough circles around your sensitive clit as his fingers inside of you picked up in speed. You squirmed under the immense pleasure that was almost unbearable as he milked you to the last drop until the same pent up nerves in your core began to build again. You fell at his mercy, slashing around, moaning outcries of bliss as you ruptured again for a second time, palpitating around the width of his large fingers.

Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as your weight relaxed against the table. Your legs had gone completely numb.

Wobbly breaths exhaled from your lips as Jean carefully retracted his hand. Your eyelashes flutter open from the absence of his fingers, only to watch him push one finger after the next into his mouth, sucking your coat of slick off of his digits. Jean nudged his thumb across the corner of his mouth, wiping the excess fluid away.

Before anyone had the chance to walk through the door, you struggled to stand up straight after sliding off of the side of the pool table. At the same time Jean stood up from his crouched position, your bodies practically pressed together. You couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants as he'd been lingering against you.

Tugging your dress down to adjust yourself, you patted the material to eliminate any wrinkles after sliding on your underwear. Jean stopped to brush his knuckles against your cheek, you couldn't help but think how pleasing it felt to have his cool skin against your burning cheek. His hand folded, his palm cupping against your face as he dipped down to plant a dainty kiss on your lips. Your breathing was still unsteady as you paused to return the kiss.

His bangs tumbled over his forehead while his thumb smoothly raked over your bottom lip after your lips finally disconnected from one another. Ash brown locks dangled in your field of vision, clouding the definition of his face.

Jean tilted his chin, lifting his head slightly to the point where you could finally see the features of his face clearly. The corners of his lips were pinned up into a diminutive smile and a light shade of pink dusted his skin. You couldn't help but smile in response.

Was this your way of getting over a breakup? Hooking up with someone you hardly knew? You couldn't care enough to dwell over the thought.

Just as you were about to say something, the prominent buzz of waves of vibration emitting from your purse caused you to forget the words you had forming in your head. With eyes wide open, you broke out of the trance, searching for your bag that had fallen from your arm.

You mouthed an apology to Jean while struggling to answer your phone.

"Historia-"

"(Y/N), where are you? I've been looking for you because Ymir's drunk and I need help carrying her back to the dorm," Historia spoke over the sound of music in the background. You happened to catch the sound of Ymir groaning some nonsense as well.

"I'll meet you outside near the front door," you managed to say before all sound on the opposite end of the call ceased.

You pulled your phone away from your ear, noticing a completely black screen. Your phone finally died on you.

You were just lucky you'd happen to hear and speak with Historia before your phone went dead. Or what if she didn't manage to hear you?

"Shit."

A sudden urgency burned through you. You needed to go upstairs and meet with Ymir and Historia immediately.

"I have to go, Historia and Ymir are waiting for me upstairs," you managed to say before putting your phone away.

In return Jean took a step away from you, allowing you the space to break free from the pool table. Leaving no time to talk, you formed a beeline straight for the stairs. Jean clasped a hand around your wrist, stopping you mid-step on the second step of the staircase.

Turning around, you looked down at him as he stared up at you.

"So much for that game of pool, (Y/N)," he teased, the smallest playful smirk on his lips. "I'd like to believe you would've won."

A faint heartfelt laugh fell from your lips after hearing his comment, "bye, Jean," you said, and Jean freed your wrist from his grasp.

The tug at your heart was evident as you trailed up the stairs, leaving Jean in the dust behind you. You didn't want to leave the party just yet, you didn't want to leave Jean. Definitely not after having such a mind-blowing hookup. But, by putting your wants aside on the back burner, you knew you had to leave and help Historia out.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔] Chapter Two- Coffee Girl

Chapter Two of ‘Forget’

You could still recall the ringing sensation you felt vibrate through your ears when those words left Floch's mouth. Those horrid series of words tormented you for the rest of the evening, and through the morning of the next day.

You had spent the rest of your Friday night in bed, alone, in your dark dorm room by yourself.

A Friday night that'd gone to waste.

You were slightly thankful that your dorm mate never came back last night. Not that you didn't like your roommate, because you did, it's just you knew how awkward it would be to sob your heart out in front of someone. Your roommate was a good person, but when it came to emotions and people-stuff, she was very blunt and confrontational.

At this point during the day, you had no more tears left to give. You've run dry. The mid-morning sun that broke through the window to your immediate right caused a stream of light to cascade across you and your bed and into the rest of the blackened room.

Your fingertips curled over the edge of the comforter, pulling the blanket up against your neck as you rolled over onto your left side, facing away from the window and to the openness of the room. Your eyes were locked on the floor, or specifically, the light that snuck in from underneath the door. You held your gaze at that particular spot until the sounds of familiar voices approached the door, along with shadows that rippled in the light from under the door that peered in.

The door handle jiggled until eventually you were exposed to the people behind it in all of your post-breakup glory.

"Shit, (Y/N), you're still in bed? Are you hungover or something?" Your roommate asked, standing in the middle of the doorway with her girlfriend, "it's almost noon."

Almost noon?

By this point, you've already accepted the fact that you were going to have to face the music and spill what happened between you and Floch. Because she was going to get it out of you anyway.

Ymir was very perceptive like that.

"No, I'm awake," you admitted.

As soon as the reply left your lips, she went for the light switch and turned the light on. At the initial contact, the light burned your eyes and you tightly clamped your eyelids shut. You battled with yourself with a series of blinks until you were able to keep your eyes open completely.

"Hey guys," you finally greeted.

"Hi, (Y/N)," the small blonde greeted with a bright smile on her face, but once she got a good look at you, the smile faded away, "are you alright?"

"I'm not okay, actually," you knew for a fact that it wasn't best for you to lie.

Ymir got a better look at you, "what the hell happened to you then? You look like you've been crying," her intimidating eyes stared you down like she was doing a full-blown analysis.

"Floch broke up with me," you said, finally sitting up straight in your bed, the comforter rippling down from your chest.

Historia looked at you, eyes wide, "I don't understand, you guys seemed so perfect together, why would he do that?"

You sighed, "I don't know."

In all honesty, you asked yourself that question over too many times last night.

'Why would he do this? Why would he break up with me? Just because he wanted to go separate ways? What kind of excuse is that? I thought we were on the same page.'

"He must be out of his mind to break up with you," Historia approached your bedside, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress with you.

Historia was basically your third roommate even though she didn't live in the same dorm with you and Ymir. You thought it a little odd the few times Ymir would show up without Historia by her side. That just goes to show how often the two were with one another.

You and Floch weren't like that though. There were days you'd go without seeing each other but would make up on missed time on the days the two of you would hang out. Which was supposed to be last night.

"Men, such assholes," Ymir scoffed, the weight shifting in the bed when Ymir sat near the foot of the bed to the right of Historia, "I can't stand them," she wrapped an arm around the petite blonde's shoulders.

"Floch didn't even deserve you anyways," Historia spoke with a comforting smile, you could tell that she was trying her best to make you feel better.

You were thankful for both Historia and Ymir, especially in times like this. The two of them made up the majority of the small handful of friends you had.

"Thanks," your eyes fell, staring at the comforter as your fingernails fiddled with the material. "Looks like I'm going to be third-wheeling a lot more now," you chuckled dryly.

Occasionally, you, Floch, Ymir, and Historia would go on double dates together. You guessed that was an end to that tradition.

"Doesn't sound like a problem to me," Ymir said. "Speaking of being a third-wheel, you should come out with us tonight, (y/n), it'll be fun."

"Wha-"

"This frat party, we were invited last night," Historia said, her big blue eyes staring at you sympathetically.

A party? While the thought of going out did tempt you, you still weren't sure if getting shit-faced and having to deal with a hangover the next day would be worth it if you still had to study for a test you had on Monday.

"I don't know you guys, I have this test on Monday and..."

But at the same time, how could you even focus on studying when Floch was constantly stuck on your mind? Sitting in your room pining over a guy who probably wasn't even thinking about you for the second day in a row would be worthless.

"Come on, (Y/N), please come out with us tonight so you can get your mind off of everything," Historia pleaded with a cheerful tone, "there's no use sitting inside crying over some jerk."

Ymir pinched Historia's right cheek, "how could you possibly say no to this cute face?"

They were right. You knew they were right. You were just broken up with, you needed to go out and have a good time tonight.

Historia placed a gentle, comforting hand on top of your knee, "look, we can't force you to go with us, but just know you deserve to have fun and happiness."

At this point, you'd practically made up your decision in your mind.

"Fine, I'll go with you guys," your chest dropped with a light sigh and Historia gathered you into her arms with a small hug.

"Great!" Historia exclaimed before letting go of you to hop off of the bed.

Ymir followed Historia off of the bed, only stopping to turn and look at you, "be ready by ten, okay? Or sometime around then, it doesn't really matter."

After the conversation you had with both of them, you were invited to go out with them for lunch, which you accepted because you had skipped out on dinner yesterday. After lunch, you genuinely needed some time to yourself to get a short study session in, along with a post-breakup social media cleanse, erasing every single trace you had connected with Floch.

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Your freshly shaved legs were crossed as you were sitting on the floor, your posture was anything less than angelic as you leaned hunched forward staring at yourself in your body mirror. You were wrapped in a damp cotton towel, getting ready for the awaited party. Music from your favorite playlist steadily playing in the background from your laptop that was positioned on top of your bed as you applied your makeup.

Historia sat down on the ground next to you, her petite frame wrapped in one of Ymir's robes as she applied makeup onto her face. While Ymir sat on top of her bed, one arm propped behind her head as she was absorbed into her phone absentmindedly, just waiting for both you and Historia to finish getting ready for the party.

When you finished applying your makeup, you packed up all of your items you had strewn about on the floor before zipping your makeup bag shut. You negligently tossed the bag of cosmetics onto your unmade bed before closing your laptop, cutting off the music with it.

Effortlessly scooping up the black satin spaghetti-strapped dress you had laid flat out onto your bed. Your fingertips needing over the cool satin material as you examined the dress in its entirety. While neither Ymir nor Historia was paying attention, you threw on matching black laced underwear before putting the dress, making sure to be careful not to mess up your hair and makeup.

"Ooh, you're wearing that number?" The sound of a sing-song expression from Historia made you forward your attention to her.

Historia ran a hand along with the material of her dress, adjusting the light pink halter dress she wore. A smile appeared on your face as you playfully stuck a pose.

"What do you think, Historia," you said, breaking from your pose, "am I doing too much?"

"I think you look like someone who is going to have lots of fun tonight," she winked at you knowingly.

After throwing on some black heels to match with the outfit, you examined yourself in the mirror. Turning around to stare at yourself from behind, examining the exposed portion of your back.

Just as all three of you were about to leave for the party, you spritzed yourself with a vanilla-scented perfume before grabbing your phone and handbag. After the three of you left the dorm room, you checked to see the time on your phone. The clock read half-past ten.

Only then did you notice the red battery icon in the upper right-hand corner on your screen. Somehow, you forgot to charge your phone this whole time.

"Dammit," you hissed under your breath, slapping yourself mentally.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Ymir turned to look at you.

"I forgot to charge my phone," you groaned inwardly before locking the device and shoving it into your handbag, wanting to persevere any battery life you had left.

"It'll be alright, you shouldn't be needing your phone much tonight anyways," Historia shrugged, wrapping her arm around Ymir's.

**********

"Do I know anyone here?" You asked, following up the tall set of steps behind Ymir and Historia.

"You might, I know some of mine and Historia's friends will be here tonight," Ymir turned to look over her shoulder back at you momentarily.

Some of our friends. Though Ymir and Historia were your friends, you never brought it upon yourself to get to know anyone inside of their inner friend circle. It's not that you didn't want or care to, but most of the time when you went out it would've been with Floch or all four of you.

Most of the other times, Floch never seemed to be too much into parties, so you never indulged in those events either. Limiting your friend-making experiences.

Pushing through the already opened front door of the large frat house, the three of you entered into the overly-packed foyer. There were people already drunk out of their minds, even though it was hardly eleven.

The smell of different mixtures of smoke clouded your senses, and the volume of music thumped through your ears and all of your senses combined.

Historia held a grip onto your hand, along with Ymir's as the three of you formed a chain, pushing through the overly-dense crowd. The three of you stayed attached as a human chain until all of you made it across the scene where the majority of people were dancing.

Ymir informed both of you that she was going to run off and find some drinks for all of you before disappearing into the sea of people. Historia urged you to dance with her, complying with her demand, the both of you began dancing together along with the music that was bumping heavily in the background.

During mid-dance, you felt a hand firmly cup your ass, causing you to jump and lose your rhythm with the beat of the music. Immediately, you turned around to see who it was, only to realize it was just some drunk douchebag wearing sunglasses that was leaning in too close for your liking.

"Dude, fuck off," you snatched his hand away from your rear.

Historia bitched at the guy over the music as you regained your composure. Eventually, he retreated to somewhere else in the crowd.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry that jerk did that to you," Historia held onto your shoulders.

"I'll be okay, let's not worry about it," you tried reassuring Historia that you'd be fine.

"Okay, well we should probably go find Ymir," Historia called out, nodding her head into the direction Ymir left in.

Following along in agreement, you were only mildly upset that a drunk idiot had to ruin your mood this early on in the night. Almost making you wish that you stayed back home in the dorm.

"Ymir!" Historia called out, searching for her girlfriend as both of you pushed into the kitchen.

Skimming through all the random faces floating about in the kitchen, both of you realized that Ymir was nowhere in the vicinity.

Historia let out a sigh and turned to face you, "I'm going to go find Ymir, you can stay right here if you want to."

"I'll just stay around here and keep an eye out for Ymir, probably search for some snacks to eat on or something," you shrugged.

Historia smiled and made her departure from the kitchen. After the blonde-haired girl was out of sight, you forwarded your attention to the array of snacks and other food items laying across the large kitchen island.

Popping a few grapes into your mouth from the platter of different fruits and cheeses, you glanced around at the coolers placed against the base of the island. Flicking the top to one of the coolers open, you dove your hand into the ice and retrieved a wine cooler. You examined the flavor, mixed berry, and decided that would be good enough.

Pushing the lid on the cooler shut, you stood up straight and took a step back, twisting the cap off of the bottle. You lifted the bottle to your mouth, tasking a swig of the alcoholic beverage as you turned around.

The alcoholic liquid almost sloshed out of your mouth as you partially came into contact with someone. Large hands delicately caught along your waist to stabilize you, along with distancing yourself from said person.

'Seriously? Not this shit again.' You couldn't help but mentally scold yourself from the re-enactments of yesterday's events.

Your eyes flicked upwards, staring intently through your false lashes at the man who was currently holding onto you.

Familiar intense light brown eyes bored into you, taking in your appearance, "we seriously need to stop running into each other like this, coffee girl."

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 [𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔] Chapter One- Pumpkin Spice

DISCLAIMER: I do not own AOT/SNK or the characters.

WARNING 18+: Heavy Sexual Themes/SMUT, Alcohol Consumption, Drug Usage, Profanity, Violence, and Some Uncomfortable Themes.

Click away now if you’re uncomfortable with anything listed above.

The fresh mid-October air plunged into your lungs after inhaling deeply through your nostrils as soon as you broke through the doors belonging to the lecture hall. Though the temperature outside was brisk, the sun was still shining above brightly. The white blotchy clouds were condensed together almost like puzzle pieces that were yet to fit together.

You were grateful for perfect weather on a day like this, and couldn't help but smile to yourself out of pure bliss. Because in all honesty, being stuck inside of lectures for the majority of the day wasn't ideal, but you sure were paying good money for it.

Pinching at the thin cotton material of your jacket, you pulled the fabric closer against your body when a gust of wind whipped past you. Maybe you should've thrown on a thicker jacket, but it's not like you took the initiative to check the weather for the day ahead when your attention was focused on making it out of your dorm room before being late for your eight am. Stopping at a large water fountain that was positioned perfectly center in the intersection of two walkways, you took a slight step with your left foot to turn and look around at all of the people floating about. Awkwardly searching for a particular face in the crowd as the sound of water gently overlapping played in your ears from the old fountain. Today, you had plans to hang out with your boyfriend, the plan was to meet up with him at this exact location. 'Maybe he's running late...' When another two minutes passed of you keeping an eye out for his familiar face, and there was still no sight of your boyfriend, you pulled out your phone to see if he'd sent you a text of his whereabouts or any piece of information. A clear notification screen surprised you, maybe even worried you just the slightest bit, but you shoved that hollow feeling down deep inside of you to tried to ignore it. 'Okay, maybe I should just text him.' Today 15:04 Where are you?✓ Your message had been sent, all you had to do now was play the very annoying waiting game. 'He wouldn't just ghost you for no reason without an explanation.' You tried reasoning with yourself. Your eyes tore away from your phone screen, deciding it was better to distract yourself with something instead of aimlessly waiting around for who knows how long. With only one glance around the perimeter, you elected that a nearby coffee cart parked further down away would be your means of distraction. What's a better distraction than caffeine? As you closed in on the dark oak wooden coffee cart, you couldn't help but notice a familiar face standing behind the cash register. The young man stood slumped over, a disengaged expression on his face, almost as if he were frowning. You lifted a brow quizically, taking the last few steps of your stride towards the cart. The man with blond hair and prominent sideburns perked up behind the register as you stood adjacent to him, "(L/N), is that you?" "Yeah, hey, Thomas! I didn't know you worked here. It's been a while since we've last spoke, how have you been?" You smiled, reminiscing in the few friendly memories you shared together. Thomas was in your German class at the beginning of the semester until you decided to drop the class and swap your minor out for French instead. There hasn't been much or any conversation between the two of you since then. "I just started two weeks ago, and about that..." the slight smile he'd managed to put on his face when you originally approached the cart faded away momentarily, "not so good actually," his cheeks flushed out of embarrassment and his smile kept wavering. "What happened? Are you okay?" You asked, genuinely concerned about your friends' feelings. "My girlfriend broke up with me yesterday," he admitted with a sigh. "Mina?" You asked and Thomas nodded, "that must suck, weren't you and her together for a while?" You could remember the few mentions of his ex-girlfriend in some of the conversations you had together before. "Since junior year of high school, she was my first girlfriend," his light brown eyes fell to the counter. "It was so... all of a sudden. She didn't even tell me why, but, in all honesty, I think it was for another guy," his fingertips tapped away at the counter anxiously. Hearing Thomas tell you about the recent breakup with his ex made your stomach twist and turn into knots for some unknown reason. There was suddenly a burning temptation to check your phone, but you refrained from doing so. "I'm sorry to hear that, and I wish there was something I could say to make you magically feel better," you shot him a sympathetic smile when he finally lifted his eyes to look up at you. "You know, I kind of feel a little bit better talking to you about it," Thomas admitted with a meek chuckle. "Anyways," he flicked the brim of his visor, "enough about me, is there anything I could get you?" He suggested to the menu of drinks. "Surprise me?" A small grin pulled at his lips, "on it." You couldn't help but notice how Thomas's emotions seemed to have pulled a full one-eighty compared to when you saw him standing idle behind the counter just a few minutes ago. "Here you go, one large pumpkin spice latte from our seasonal menu," Thomas reached over the counter, handing you a rather large paper cup, "careful, (L/N), it's hot." You accepted the latte with slight hesitation, "thanks, how much do I owe you?" You were struggling to reach your wallet inside of your purse when Thomas said, "don't worry about it, the drink is on me." "Are you sure? Because I can-" "Think of it as thanks for talking to me," Thomas showed a genuine smile while plucking a napkin from a dispenser to give to you, "just in case you need one of these." "Fine, but I'm paying for my next drink," you said, but still feeling reluctant to just walk away without paying for the drink. Quickly, you reached into your purse, feeling around for any loose money lying about. After a few seconds, you swiftly inserted a few crumpled bills and loose change into the nearly empty tip jar without even examining the tip amount. Thomas laughed after watching your efforts, "see you around, (L/N)." "Bye! Thanks again, Thomas," you sipped on your hot beverage as you steadily walked away from the coffee cart. When you passed by someone looking down at their phone, it reminded you to check yours to see if there was any response from your significant other. To no avail, there were no new messages on your lock screen, only a single notification that alerted you of a spam email message. You tabbed into your text messages once again because the curiosity gnawed away at your insides. Today 15:02 Where are you?✓✓ Immediately you felt your heart sink through your chest as you noticed that he'd definitely read your message. The same annoying worrisome thoughts intruded your mind once again, and this time it was difficult clearing them from your headspace. Today 15:09 Floch?✓ Unfortunately, the smile you had plastered on your face quickly faded away. You groaned under your breath, casually placing the hot beverage just at your lips, the scent of various warm spices tickled your nose as you precariously watched the chat bubbles appear then disappear, and reappear once again. The hot liquid almost scorched your mouth as you anxiously drew in a sip, and then another, all while waiting for his response. A sense of bile rose through your throat as the chat bubble disappeared and finally a response from Floch appeared. You read the message over and over again, trying to decipher if there was some hidden intent behind it. Floch❤️: I'm at your dorm building The page stilled for a moment when the second message of his came through. Floch ❤️: We need to talk 'We need to talk... that could only mean one thing.' In a complete utter panic, and with every intent on running to your dorm room, you forced your phone into the depths of your pocket. You carelessly cut a sharp right, the thoughts in your head running rampant as you headed for your dorm to see what it was exactly your boyfriend wanted to talk about. Your mistake was forgetting to double-check for any people around you before taking off into a sprint. Because now you came into contact with what felt like a slab of concrete in a head-on collision. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The fresh latte flew from your grasp and tumbled onto the sidewalk, splashing you with its scorching hot liquid mid-process. Your purse fell from off of your arm as you landed flat on your back in front of everyone, and your victim had fallen to the ground with you- wait- on top of you? "I'm so fucking sorry," you hissed at the burning sensation from the drink, but also at the pain you felt from falling onto your back, the contents of your backpack digging into you. Hovering above you was a man dressed in a heather grey tracksuit. In one ear was an earbud, while the other earbud was detached and dangling in your face from the neck slit of his hoodie. A few pieces of his hair fell over his forehead and the sides of his face. You swore you could hear the faintest music pumping through his earbuds. You blinked a few times, unsure if you were seeing things clearly as he pushed himself off of you and held out a hand for you to take. Without another word, or any hesitation whatsoever, you placed your hand into his and he firmly clasped it, pulling you up onto the solid ground. The two of you bumped into each other but you promptly took a step back after you found your equilibrium. "I hope I didn't crush you, are you alright?" "Huh?" your eyelashes fluttered together rapidly, snapping yourself out of the weird trance you were in. The unnamed man chuckled dryly, "are you okay? That was quite a nasty fall. I hope I didn't break you or anything," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, but overall it seemed that he was genuinely concerned about your well-being. "Oh, yeah, I'll be okay," you said, taking a look at your ruined jacket and shirt that was damp and beginning to grow cold from the latte, "shit." His intense light brown eyes stared down past your feet, examining the spoilt cup of coffee and the rest of the scene itself. "Here," he scooped up your purse from off of the ground for you. You awkwardly accepted your purse from the man and readjusted both straps of your backpack on your shoulders. As he stood in front of you, you couldn't help but stare at him, fully taking in his features. He was tall. Much taller than your boyfriend. His long jaw was sharp and perfectly lined with facial hair. His hair was long and a nice shade of light ash-brown and seemed to be shaved on the sides like an undercut. But, it was hard to tell since locks and strands of his hair were sporadic from the fall. Some pieces of his hair were stuck to his forehead from a thin layer of sweat. It was now that you realized how his chest was rising and falling rather rapidly with quick heavy breaths. It seemed that he'd been on a jog before you came crashing into him, at least it would explain the outfit. "Again, I'm sorry for running into you like a crazy person," you breathed out an anxious breath, "but I have to get going now, I have somewhere to be." You snatched the littered coffee cup from off of the ground and shoved it into the nearest wastebasket as you cleared the scene. You could've sworn that you heard the man calling out to you, but you refused to turn around, leaving him in the same exact spot of the incident. All you wanted to do was get to your dorm, talk to your boyfriend, and change clothes. **************** "Hey babe," you said uneasily as you saw Floch standing outside of your dorm. Floch had his back pressed against the door, his eyes glued to his phone, and his face was expressionless as the blue light fanned over his skin. When he heard your voice, he slowly tucked his phone away into his front pants pocket. Forwarding his attention to you, you opened your arms widely to greet him with a hug, but at the last second, you decided against it due to your damp top. "What the hell happened to you? You look like shit," he said with a slight chuckle as he examined your appearance. His words stung a great amount, causing you to bite at the inside of your lip, but you ignored him. "I fell on my way over here, my latte spilled on me in the process," you groaned, remembering the incident that happened not even ten minutes ago. "Do you want to come inside and talk while I change out of this mess?" You asked, heading for the door with your key. "No, I wanted to make this quick actually," he exhaled uneasily. "Okay," you wrapped your arms around your chest, holding onto yourself tightly. Your pulse quickened at the suspense, and the air around you could be cut with a knife while you waited for him to speak. It felt like an eternity had passed until those dreadful words left his lips. "There's no easy way for me to say this, so I'm just going to come right off the bat by saying that I think we should break up and see other people." Those dreadful words felt like the ripping of a bandaid, that or a complete slap to the face. The horrible predictions you tried to ignore happened to be true. Oh, how you wished you were wrong. You stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, trying to make sure that you heard him correctly. "Wha.. what?" you croaked, your mouth was dry. The silence was deafening, and the ringing sensation buzzed your ears. You watched as Floch's mouth moved, but no words could be heard over the persistent ringing in your ears. Floch gracelessly went for a hug, and even though you wanted to hug him- cling onto him and try to talk things out, he'd already let go of you. The bitter scent of citrus, the smell of him, plagued you and almost brought you to your knees with a wave of emotions following along with it. "I'm sorry," you were finally able to hear him once again. "Floch... can't we just step inside my room and talk things over?" You didn't want to sound like you were begging for him to stay, but you didn't just want to break up as if your relationship meant nothing either. "Are you sure about this?" You and Floch had been dating for not as long as Thomas and Mina were dating, but you two were going to be going on three months whenever the next month arrived. The two of you met on your first day at university, somehow he charmed you in a dorkish-way and the rest was history. And all this time you were thinking that you were in love with him. "(Y/N), it's been fun, but I think we'd just be better off going separate ways," Floch took two steps back as he stared at you, but your eyes weren't on him, but rather at his feet. "Again, I'm sorry for this." The sounds of footsteps grew distant until there was no more sound left, as your eyes stayed nailed to the spot where he once stood. He was gone. For good. You blinked an infrequent amount of times, only being pulled out of your hypnotic state when the sound of people walking down the hall caught your attention. As soon as you looked up to examine the hall, you made contact with some girl who was blatantly staring at you. Ignoring the unknown girl, you turned to your door and fumbled with the lock and key for more than a handful of tries. But eventually, you pushed through the oak door with a breeze you closed it behind you. As soon as you were alone in the dimly lit room is when a wave of emotions overcame you and the tears began rolling uncontrollably.