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good girl

pairings: Proffesional Basketball Player!Sasha x Historia x Mikasa x Ymir x Annie X Fem reader

cw: dub/noncon, gangbang, manipulation/ gaslighting, explicit smut, heavy alcohol use, praise

in spired by @belavender ewnba sasha headcannons, and @planetsano fic “smells like teen spirit”

ive never written something like this before, and i’m generally new to writing, but i wanted to try to make the ideas in my head into a story

not very proofread

summary: Sasha wants you to meet her basketball teammates.

Minors DNI

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You should've listened to your friends about basketball players like Sasha and her sweet-talking, the way she passed girls around more than the ball on the court.

She never necessarily called you her girlfriend, but treated you like one, taking you out on expensive dates and giving you tickets to her games. She said she didn’t like “labels.”

Now she was asking you to meet her team, and you figured that was a good step in your relationship, so you couldn’t help but agree.

"Good," Sasha replied. "It's just a little tradition with my teammates. We've been dating for a few months, and I want them to like you.”

"Yeah, same," you agreed happily, hearing her suggest that the two of you were “dating” for the first time.

You dressed casually as you went over to Sashas apartment, trying to seem carefree despite how nervous you were.

"Do you wanna smoke?" she asked 20 minutes in, like she always did, and placed a blunt between your lips before you could even respond.

You figured they all just wanted to have fun, basketball players needed to unwind after practices and games all day.

You didn’t mind when they just kept feeding you weed and shots, it made you happy every time they cheered for you taking one.

And you didn’t question when Sasha pulled you away into her room, kissing down your neck as she slipped her fingers into your waistband.

“Wait, Sash,” you said, pulling away. “Your friends are just outside, they could hear us.”

“It’s fine,” Sasha said softly. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“But— they’re never here when we’re together.”

“Yeah they are, I’ve told you that.”

You looked at her, dumbfounded. “No, you havent,” you said, sure of yourself

“I think you’re just drunk,” she said, pressing you back down roughly. “Just relax, you don’t have to be so uptight all the time.”

You couldn’t tell she was manipulating you, trying to make you feel like you were the one causing the problem.

“They like meeting the girls I date, I mean, they probably think it’s cute.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you’ll probably get to know them really well tonight,” she said, and for the first time you realized what she was suggesting, the “tradition” she was talking about earlier.

“Sasha I—“

“Shhhh,” she said, sitting you up. “Just relax.”

"You can't just do whatever you want to me," you whined, words not matching your actions as you let her shift you around, sitting between her legs with your back to her as she hooked your legs over her knees, putting you on display in the little shorts you had decided to wear.

"I can, though. You never say no to me, do you?"

"Because I cant," you breathed, tilting your head back into the crook of her neck.

"So just relax," she said waving her teammates into the room. “Be a good girl for me.”

You felt the bed dip beside you as Annie, Ymir, Historia, and Mikasa climbed next to you, watching Sasha turn you around between her legs.

"She looks like a good one," Mikasa hummed, running her fingertips over one of your thighs.

"We'll see," Annie replied, turning on the video camera she had in hand.

You squirmed a bit in Sashas grasp as Mikasa’s nails dragged across your skin, up to and around your waistband. "Relax," she cooed, feeling you tense up. "We're gonna take real good care of you."

"What's your name?" Historia asked as Annie held the camera in front of you.

"___" you replied quietly.

"Speak up," Ymir said sternly.

"Be nice," Historia elbowed her.

Sasha picked up your jaw, tilting your head up towards the camera. "___" you replied, louder this time.

"That's pretty," Historia said sweetly, leaning closer to you.

"Who's first?" Sasha asked, the tone of her voice sending a chill down your spine, like she had said it a million times before.

"Me," Historia answered, climbing on top of you eagerly.

After Annie sat the camera down out as your eyes searched Historia’s blue ones, her hand stroking your hair softly and tucking a bit behind your ear.

Her soft features were enticing, almost making you forget the situation you were in. The gentle feeling of her hands made you relax.

"You're pretty," you slurred, making Historia smile.

“You sure you want this?” Historia asked. You nodded incoherently, not wanting to disappoint Sasha. “Good.”

"Lay her down," Ymir said, Sasha moving from behind you and letting you rest on her pillows.

Historia smiled sweetly as she kissed you softly, before starting to make out with you. There were a few coos from around the room as she worked on you, hands sliding under your shirt and pushing it up and over your head.

She went to unclip your bra, but Ymir stopped her. "Okay, that's enough," she said, trying to push Historia off of you.

"Wait your turn," Historia said, ignoring her.

You moaned softly as she pressed her thigh between your legs, hips automatically shifting towards her leg.

"You're sensitive," she smiled, applying more pressure.

She placed both of her hands on either side of your head as you started to grind on her thigh, small whimpers leaving your lips. You didn't know if it was the alcohol, but it didn't take long for you to get close to your orgasm, lost in a haze.

"Oh my god," Annie said.

"Is she gonna cum just from that?" Mikasa asked, watching you squirm around underneath historia.

"Are you?" Historia asked.

"Mhm," you nodded incoherently, legs clampling around historia's thigh as your orgasm washed over you.

"Holy fuck," Sasha said, looking over your fucked out expression. "She never did that for me."

Historia climbed off of you, proud of herself.

"And she's soaked," Mikasa added, running her fingertips over your damp panties.

The sensation made you shiver, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

Ymir came into your line of view as they all looked down at you. "You're not gonna return the favor?" she asked, voice as threatening as ever.

Your eyes darted over to Sasha, who sat in the corner of the room. She was the one you trusted, and she nodded. "Be good for me," her words echoed in your mind, and that's what you wanted to do.

"I- I am, I will" You said nervously, looking back over at historia.

You didn't even have time to move before Ymir's rough hands were flipping you onto your stomach and Historia was climbing in front of you.

You nervously hooked your fingers in the hem of her waistband, sliding her shorts down.

"Hurry up, I'm getting bored already," Annie said.

Historia's hand met the back of your head, pushing your face between her legs as you started to eat her out.

She had the same bored look on her face that Sasha always did when you were giving her head, except her eyes were on Ymir the entire time.

You felt a strong pair of hands pick you up by your waist, pulling you up onto your knees.

Annie pulled your panties down over your legs, running her fingers through your folds. You moaned softly as she gathered the wetness on her fingers, rubbing circles on your clit.

Your knees buckled as Mikasa came beside her pressing two fingers into you and giving you that same dizzy feeling that you resentfully loved.

"Hold her up," Annie said, and Mikasa gripped one of your thighs as she fingered you, spreading them apart to give them more access.

It was hard to focus on Historia as Annie and Mikasas fingers were relentlessly working on your cunt, working you up to your second orgasm.

"Tell her to stay still, Sasha," Historia groaned fustratedly, fingers threading into your hair as her thighs wrapped around your face.

"Let me help you," Ymir said, laying down next to you.

Historia moaned as Ymir started to finger her, pussy fluttering against your tongue a few minutes later as her orgasm washed over her.

You came again not soon after on Mikasas fingers, whining softly into the covers.

Mikasa licked off her fingers after pulling, them out of you, humming.

"Let me get a taste," Annie said, arching your back before she started to eat you out from behind. She was surprisingly hasty, lapping at your cunt like she was starved. It had your legs shaking as you came quickly again, already over sensitive.

Mikasa was already lining up to do the same before you pulled away from her, laying shakily on the covers.

"N-no more, I cant," you whined, tired out.

It was Sasha who picked your face up by your jaw. "Just give me a few more baby, okay?" she asked.

"I can't," you cried.

"You can," she replied, flipping you onto your back.

Mikasa eagerly crawled between your legs, gently rubbing her tounge up your slit. It made you twitch, and when she started to suck on your clit, it was overwhelming.

Broken moans left your lips as she ate your pussy, your arousal dripping onto the sheets as she did so. As overstimulated as you were you didn’t want her to stop, you didn’t want any of it to stop, the pleasure and attention and validation from Sasha.

"Oh god," you whined, and she pressed to fingers into you. "Fuck, 's too much," you whined, squirming around underneath her.

"Stay still," Mikasa said, and when you didn't, Ymir spread your legs apart for her, keeping you in place.

Annie and Historia did the same for your arms, and as much as you were overwhelmed, you didn't want Mikasa to stop.

You could see Sashas eyes on you as you started to come for the 4th time, fingers flexing as your back arched slightly off the bed.

Finally it was Ymir's turn, and she gave you a chance to catch your breath. You could see her taking out a strap and putting it on as you did so, but you didn't have the energy to protest.

She knew you didn't need any more prep, you already had cum dripping down your thighs, but still wanted to tease you, sliding her cock between your folds and making you whimper.

"She likes it from the back," Sasha piped in, and Ymir flipped you over with rough hands, arching your back slightly.

You shivered as she pressed her cock into you, walls squeezing around her as her hand had to hold you up by your hips.

She wasn't as rough as Sasha usually was, but the sensation still had your knees buckling, Ymirs free hand coming to press your face into the bed.

Your muffled moans and whimpers filled the room as Sasha went to pick the camera up, bringing it over to your face.

"You like being passed around like this?" she asked, picking your face up so your teary expression could be seen on the tape.

"Yes," you slurred, body jerking back and forth.

Sasha pointed the camera at the two of you, giving you a quick kiss. "Good girl," she smiled.

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this this

wnba sasha w you laying facedown on her lap, one hand fingering you from behind while you mindlessly grind on her thigh nd fingers and the other on the controller playing 2k. she hardly has any free time w travel and practice and games so she has to multitask.

sasha video gaming while fucking you keyboard smash keyboard smash.

she’d give your cunt or ass a frustrated slap every time she fucked up on the game. prolly say some dumb shit like “fuck yourself a little harder babe. your little moans help me focus.”

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進撃の巨人 Final Season

Blu-Ray Covers (Vol.1 & 2)

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i love them

Morning hugs 🫂

bc Nobara’s bday is tomorrow 🥳

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good girl

pairings: Proffesional Basketball Player!Sasha x Historia x Mikasa x Ymir x Annie X Fem reader

cw: dub/noncon, gangbang, manipulation/ gaslighting, explicit smut, heavy alcohol use, praise

in spired by @belavender ewnba sasha headcannons, and @planetsano fic “smells like teen spirit”

ive never written something like this before, and i’m generally new to writing, but i wanted to try to make the ideas in my head into a story

not very proofread

summary: Sasha wants you to meet her basketball teammates.

Minors DNI

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You should've listened to your friends about basketball players like Sasha and her sweet-talking, the way she passed girls around more than the ball on the court.

She never necessarily called you her girlfriend, but treated you like one, taking you out on expensive dates and giving you tickets to her games. She said she didn’t like “labels.”

Now she was asking you to meet her team, and you figured that was a good step in your relationship, so you couldn’t help but agree.

"Good," Sasha replied. "It's just a little tradition with my teammates. We've been dating for a few months, and I want them to like you.”

"Yeah, same," you agreed happily, hearing her suggest that the two of you were “dating” for the first time.

You dressed casually as you went over to Sashas apartment, trying to seem carefree despite how nervous you were.

"Do you wanna smoke?" she asked 20 minutes in, like she always did, and placed a blunt between your lips before you could even respond.

You figured they all just wanted to have fun, basketball players needed to unwind after practices and games all day.

You didn’t mind when they just kept feeding you weed and shots, it made you happy every time they cheered for you taking one.

And you didn’t question when Sasha pulled you away into her room, kissing down your neck as she slipped her fingers into your waistband.

“Wait, Sash,” you said, pulling away. “Your friends are just outside, they could hear us.”

“It’s fine,” Sasha said softly. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“But— they’re never here when we’re together.”

“Yeah they are, I’ve told you that.”

You looked at her, dumbfounded. “No, you havent,” you said, sure of yourself

“I think you’re just drunk,” she said, pressing you back down roughly. “Just relax, you don’t have to be so uptight all the time.”

You couldn’t tell she was manipulating you, trying to make you feel like you were the one causing the problem.

“They like meeting the girls I date, I mean, they probably think it’s cute.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you’ll probably get to know them really well tonight,” she said, and for the first time you realized what she was suggesting, the “tradition” she was talking about earlier.

“Sasha I—“

“Shhhh,” she said, sitting you up. “Just relax.”

"You can't just do whatever you want to me," you whined, words not matching your actions as you let her shift you around, sitting between her legs with your back to her as she hooked your legs over her knees, putting you on display in the little shorts you had decided to wear.

"I can, though. You never say no to me, do you?"

"Because I cant," you breathed, tilting your head back into the crook of her neck.

"So just relax," she said waving her teammates into the room. “Be a good girl for me.”

You felt the bed dip beside you as Annie, Ymir, Historia, and Mikasa climbed next to you, watching Sasha turn you around between her legs.

"She looks like a good one," Mikasa hummed, running her fingertips over one of your thighs.

"We'll see," Annie replied, turning on the video camera she had in hand.

You squirmed a bit in Sashas grasp as Mikasa’s nails dragged across your skin, up to and around your waistband. "Relax," she cooed, feeling you tense up. "We're gonna take real good care of you."

"What's your name?" Historia asked as Annie held the camera in front of you.

"___" you replied quietly.

"Speak up," Ymir said sternly.

"Be nice," Historia elbowed her.

Sasha picked up your jaw, tilting your head up towards the camera. "___" you replied, louder this time.

"That's pretty," Historia said sweetly, leaning closer to you.

"Who's first?" Sasha asked, the tone of her voice sending a chill down your spine, like she had said it a million times before.

"Me," Historia answered, climbing on top of you eagerly.

After Annie sat the camera down out as your eyes searched Historia’s blue ones, her hand stroking your hair softly and tucking a bit behind your ear.

Her soft features were enticing, almost making you forget the situation you were in. The gentle feeling of her hands made you relax.

"You're pretty," you slurred, making Historia smile.

“You sure you want this?” Historia asked. You nodded incoherently, not wanting to disappoint Sasha. “Good.”

"Lay her down," Ymir said, Sasha moving from behind you and letting you rest on her pillows.

Historia smiled sweetly as she kissed you softly, before starting to make out with you. There were a few coos from around the room as she worked on you, hands sliding under your shirt and pushing it up and over your head.

She went to unclip your bra, but Ymir stopped her. "Okay, that's enough," she said, trying to push Historia off of you.

"Wait your turn," Historia said, ignoring her.

You moaned softly as she pressed her thigh between your legs, hips automatically shifting towards her leg.

"You're sensitive," she smiled, applying more pressure.

She placed both of her hands on either side of your head as you started to grind on her thigh, small whimpers leaving your lips. You didn't know if it was the alcohol, but it didn't take long for you to get close to your orgasm, lost in a haze.

"Oh my god," Annie said.

"Is she gonna cum just from that?" Mikasa asked, watching you squirm around underneath historia.

"Are you?" Historia asked.

"Mhm," you nodded incoherently, legs clampling around historia's thigh as your orgasm washed over you.

"Holy fuck," Sasha said, looking over your fucked out expression. "She never did that for me."

Historia climbed off of you, proud of herself.

"And she's soaked," Mikasa added, running her fingertips over your damp panties.

The sensation made you shiver, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

Ymir came into your line of view as they all looked down at you. "You're not gonna return the favor?" she asked, voice as threatening as ever.

Your eyes darted over to Sasha, who sat in the corner of the room. She was the one you trusted, and she nodded. "Be good for me," her words echoed in your mind, and that's what you wanted to do.

"I- I am, I will" You said nervously, looking back over at historia.

You didn't even have time to move before Ymir's rough hands were flipping you onto your stomach and Historia was climbing in front of you.

You nervously hooked your fingers in the hem of her waistband, sliding her shorts down.

"Hurry up, I'm getting bored already," Annie said.

Historia's hand met the back of your head, pushing your face between her legs as you started to eat her out.

She had the same bored look on her face that Sasha always did when you were giving her head, except her eyes were on Ymir the entire time.

You felt a strong pair of hands pick you up by your waist, pulling you up onto your knees.

Annie pulled your panties down over your legs, running her fingers through your folds. You moaned softly as she gathered the wetness on her fingers, rubbing circles on your clit.

Your knees buckled as Mikasa came beside her pressing two fingers into you and giving you that same dizzy feeling that you resentfully loved.

"Hold her up," Annie said, and Mikasa gripped one of your thighs as she fingered you, spreading them apart to give them more access.

It was hard to focus on Historia as Annie and Mikasas fingers were relentlessly working on your cunt, working you up to your second orgasm.

"Tell her to stay still, Sasha," Historia groaned fustratedly, fingers threading into your hair as her thighs wrapped around your face.

"Let me help you," Ymir said, laying down next to you.

Historia moaned as Ymir started to finger her, pussy fluttering against your tongue a few minutes later as her orgasm washed over her.

You came again not soon after on Mikasas fingers, whining softly into the covers.

Mikasa licked off her fingers after pulling, them out of you, humming.

"Let me get a taste," Annie said, arching your back before she started to eat you out from behind. She was surprisingly hasty, lapping at your cunt like she was starved. It had your legs shaking as you came quickly again, already over sensitive.

Mikasa was already lining up to do the same before you pulled away from her, laying shakily on the covers.

"N-no more, I cant," you whined, tired out.

It was Sasha who picked your face up by your jaw. "Just give me a few more baby, okay?" she asked.

"I can't," you cried.

"You can," she replied, flipping you onto your back.

Mikasa eagerly crawled between your legs, gently rubbing her tounge up your slit. It made you twitch, and when she started to suck on your clit, it was overwhelming.

Broken moans left your lips as she ate your pussy, your arousal dripping onto the sheets as she did so. As overstimulated as you were you didn’t want her to stop, you didn’t want any of it to stop, the pleasure and attention and validation from Sasha.

"Oh god," you whined, and she pressed to fingers into you. "Fuck, 's too much," you whined, squirming around underneath her.

"Stay still," Mikasa said, and when you didn't, Ymir spread your legs apart for her, keeping you in place.

Annie and Historia did the same for your arms, and as much as you were overwhelmed, you didn't want Mikasa to stop.

You could see Sashas eyes on you as you started to come for the 4th time, fingers flexing as your back arched slightly off the bed.

Finally it was Ymir's turn, and she gave you a chance to catch your breath. You could see her taking out a strap and putting it on as you did so, but you didn't have the energy to protest.

She knew you didn't need any more prep, you already had cum dripping down your thighs, but still wanted to tease you, sliding her cock between your folds and making you whimper.

"She likes it from the back," Sasha piped in, and Ymir flipped you over with rough hands, arching your back slightly.

You shivered as she pressed her cock into you, walls squeezing around her as her hand had to hold you up by your hips.

She wasn't as rough as Sasha usually was, but the sensation still had your knees buckling, Ymirs free hand coming to press your face into the bed.

Your muffled moans and whimpers filled the room as Sasha went to pick the camera up, bringing it over to your face.

"You like being passed around like this?" she asked, picking your face up so your teary expression could be seen on the tape.

"Yes," you slurred, body jerking back and forth.

Sasha pointed the camera at the two of you, giving you a quick kiss. "Good girl," she smiled.

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TEAR YOU APART. [eren jaeger]

based on this song: tear you apart by she wants revenge

rating: nsfw/smut. angst. dark content

words: 12.0K

pairing(s): eren jaeger x f!reader

on the nature of daylight’s armin x reader, jean x reader, mentions of reiner x reader, mentions of niccolo x reader

summary: armin arlert thinks it’s time to finish this never ending game between famous rivals; you and eren. eren has a plan tonight, it starts right after you show up at the club with jean kirstein.

enemies to lovers + corruption kink + manipulation + blood + violent themes + predatory behaviors + mlm + fingering + semi-public sex + mutual pining + sensual sex

TEAR YOU APART.

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Ice Cream (wo)Man

Player! Maki Zenin hc/ drabble

pairing: Maki x AFAB g/n reader

cw: nsfw, drug use (marijuana) oral fen giving & reciving, fingering

Minors DNI!!

She first catches your eye at a basketball game, being a six foot girl in college made it hard for anyone to miss her.

After a party it turned into one hookup, then another, and another, but you secretly hoped it would turn into something more.

She would sometimes go weeks or even a month without contacting you, but the second she texted you with an “i miss you” you came running back.

She would invite you over, smoke you out if you wanted to, even cuddle up with you watching a movie like you were actually hers.

The way she transferred smoke to you the first time always clouded your judgement, you could smell her smoky perfume when she did it.

Her words were always saccharine, filled with comments about how pretty you were with some little detail she knew you would keep in your mind.

She could so easily lull you into getting on your knees for her, kissing up her thighs while she sat on the end of the bed, lighting up another blunt. Her praise made you dizzy as your tongue lapped at her pussy, determined to please her as if it would somehow make her stay

Her little moans had your cunt clenching around nothing, making you press your legs together. Maki let out a breathy laugh at the sight, sending smile pouring from her lips.

The feeling of her hands digging into your hair, her thighs wrapping tighter around your head, was addicting.

She thought you looked so pretty like this, eyes flitting up to her occasionally as if for approval.

She picks you up by your jaw after you make her come, looking over your disheveled features. “Pretty,” she says, making you smile a bit.

Maki pulls you into her lap, hands on either side of your waist as you straddle one of her legs. She settles your weight over her thigh, and your breath hitches at the pressure on your clit that was just right.

She kisses you slowly, as if you weren’t the third she’d had over this week, as her hands drag you back and forth across her thigh.

You breathe shakily against her lips, and she can feel it, the way your pretty moans start to pour out of your mouth and into hers.

“Feels s’good,” you mumble, making the corners of her mouth twitch up a bit.

“Does it?” she asked, and you nodded. Her hands grip your waist a little tighter, watching you work yourself up.

When she got bored of that she would pick you up, placing you down on the bed below her. She found you entertaining, the way you whimpered and moaned when her fingers were inside of you, holding onto her wrist like it was your first time.

She’d fuck you over and over, making you come on her fingers and tongue however she could.

You were almost drunk on it, thoughts incoherent and nothing but her name pouring for your lips.

“I love you,” you cried as she make you come for the nth time, making her smile.

“I know,” she said, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.

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drabble abt working w jean as a lifeguard bc i'm one and i feel super socially awkward with my staff sometimes.

cw: sfw, not proofread, mentions of social anxiety, friends to lovers kinda, cliches, a hint of suggestiveness

wc: 1.7k

The wings you had ordered were no where near as good as you hoped they would be— and neither was the night out.

You wanted to have fun with your coworkers, even though most of the time you preferred to be along, but the night had dragged out far beyond your means.

The bar had gotten too loud, and your social battery had died an hour ago. You checked out from the group, pretending to be absorbed in your phone at the end of the table.

You couldn't leave, you had gotten a ride from a freind here, but all you wanted was to go home. The check was taking forever, people were screaming at some soccer game on the TV overhead, or in some conversation that didn't include you.

You felt so out of place, a feeling you dreaded and generally tried to avoid. Years of trying to make yourself more palatable to others, anxious about going out in social settings aside from your few best friends.

Out of excuses as to why you were 'so quiet' you ducked out to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and sitting on the counter.

It was a good half hour of you scrolling through instagram or whatever you could do to distract yourself before someone knocked on the door.

You sighed, realizing someone would have to use the bathroom eventually.

"One second," you called, hopping up and tucking your phone in your pocket.

You opened your door to find one of your male coworkers, and had to remind yourself that the singular bathroom was co-ed.

"Hey," Jean said, looking down at you. You expected him to step back so you could leave and he could enter, but he stayed stagnant, standing in your way. "You've been gone for a while, eat some bad food or something?" he asked.

You shook your head no. "I'm just tired. Waiting for my ride to be ready."

"I'm about to head out, if you wanna ride with me," he suggested, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

"Oh, I don't want you to have to go out of your way..." you trailed off, not wanting to be a hassle.

"It's no problem, really. I'm pretty sure we both live in Ocean Pines," he said, referring to your apartment complex.

"Okay," you agreed. "Thank you."

"No problem," he nodded, then turned on his heels. "I'm gonna tell Sash we're leaving, i'll meet you by the door."

You nodded, following him out of the narrow hallway that lead to the bathroom back out into the crowded resteraunt.

He nodded at you after talking to Sasha, then you followed him out. The air was a little cool, wet with humidity and a few clouds rolling in as you stepped outside.

He made you feel comfortable on the ride home, and waving goodbye as he took the elevator up one floor above yours.

He became someone you found it easy to gravitate towards, and calmed some of your nerves whenever you went out.

Jean was a gentle giant, and despite his size, he was never intimidating or overwhelming.

He sat with you the next friday night, like he had for the last three, at the bar. You tugged on the strap of your tank top, it was a summer job you were working  together, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"Are you old enough to be drinking that?" you said, referring to the alcohol in his hand.

"Nope, but when you're pretty and hang out with the managers, you don't get carded." You rolled your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but still. "I heard you had a save today," Jean said, taking a sip of his drink. The beer made his breath smell bready, leaving a bit of fizz on the top of his lip.

"Yeah," you said, reaching a hand out to his face. You wiped the residue off his cupid's bow with your thumb before leaning back. "A kid came off the slide and didn't really know how to swim."

"Your first one?" Jean asked.

"No, third," you answered, stealing a few fries from his basket. "One spinal from someone who decided to go off headfirst, one in the wave pool," you explained.

"You're lacking," Jean shook his head.

"Yeah, well, you've been working at the park a year longer than I have," you answered, taking more. He slid the basket over to you, leaning on the bar.

"Have you ever gone after hours?"

"Like... night swimming?"

"Yeah. I have a key, if you wanna go."

"Are you auditing me or something?"

"No— I'm serious. We won't get in any trouble." You looked around. "Look," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "All the other managers are here, drunk off their ass, and there are no cameras at the park."

You looked over to them, they were all sitting around a table red-faced and laughing, even levi and miche.

"Okay," you shrugged. "Why not."

The drive was about 5 minutes, and it was odd seeing the empty water park. No lights, no people, and Jean had to step into the office to turn all the slides on.

He climbed into the stand as you eased into the water, jumping off of it and in. He ran his hand through his hair as he came up, watching you tiptoe through the water.

"You're not gonna go under?" Jean asked, wading in the deep end of the pool.

"It's cold!" you yelled across the water, ducking under a rope barrier.

The two of you met in the middle where he could stand and you couldn't. You held onto his shoulders to keep yourself afloat, and it put you two closer than you would've expected.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and before you could protest, he dunked you underwater, getting your head wet.

"There," he said, picking you back up. You laughed, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Fuck you," you smiled.

"Wouldn't you like that," he teased, making you hit him again. The two of you stayed there for a moment, holding each other, before you pulled away.

"Let's ride something," you suggested. "Malibu pipeline is a two seater."

Jean agreed, following you to the stairs. The park was pretty big, and the black slide was nearly on the other side.

"This is why I hate working here sometimes," Jean sighed.

"What, the walking?"

"The stairs, specifically," he said, jogging up the wooden ones with you.

"I think it's worth it," you shrugged. "I've seen kids ride this over and over and they never seem to get tired from the climb."

"When I was twelve, maybe I could've," he said, reaching the top of the platform. The water was already running, and you put the tube down, sitting in the front. Jean got in behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist. "Ready?"

"Yep," you responded, and he pushed the two of you down.

It was a shorter ride than you remembered as a kid. "That was kinda underwhelming," you frowned, hopping out of the tube. "Also this swimsuit is so uncomfortable. I wish they would invest in better uniforms."

"Take it up with Erwin," Jean said,  making his way to the stairs with you. "But I think it looks great on you."

"Thank you," you replied. "You too."

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you walked to the lazy river, grabbing a few tubes and getting in.

"This is nice," you sighed, leaning back as the water carried the two of you around. "It's quiet," you said, holding onto Jeans tube so the two of you could float together.

"It's my favorite place to come after close," he sighed. "Silence, besides the sound of the water," he nodded. You closed your eyes, listening to it.

You had no idea how many laps you had taken around by the time you opened your eyes, but it was at least 3.

"Are you—" you looked over to see that Jean wasn't there. "Jean?" you called looking around. You sat up on the tube from your laying position, looking around.  "Jean?" you called again.

It was silent for a few moments, before he jumped in the water, splashing you. It knocked you off your tube, and you could hear him laughing before you even came up from the water.

"Jesus, you scared me," you said, kicking him under the water. He just kept laughing and you swung at him, hitting his chest. "Ow," you said, shaking your hand out. Jean caught your wrist as you retracted it, pulling you closer to him.

"That hurt?" he smiled, tilting his head to the side.

"No," you lied, trying to pull your arm away from him, but he only tugged you closer. You tried with your left, but he caught that one too, holding both of your wrists in one hand.

"Aw, that's cute." You were at a loss for words, lips parting but nothing coming out.

"Is it?" you managed.

"Yeah," Jean said, using his other hand to pick you up by the back of your thighs.

You let him wrap your legs around his waist, exhaling as he did it. He leaned down towards you, eyes searching your face. He kissed you, just for a second, before pulling away.

“Jean—“

"Sorry," he said, pulling back but not letting go of you.

"Don't be," you said, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I should be," he said. "Liking your coworker is— never a good idea."

"And you know this how"

"I don't know," he sighed, looking away from you. There was a crack of thunder. "Uh, we should get out," he said, putting you down on your feet.

"Yeah," you agreed, pushing yourself up on the wall.

There was silence on your walk back to the front of the park and Jeans car, and by the time you had pulled all your clothes back on, it had started to rain heavily.

"Jean," you said as you got in the car, escaping the rain."

"Yeah?" he responded. 

"For the record, I think it's worth it," you said, eyes flitting over his face before you pulled his to yours. Your lips met gently, and you could feel him smile against you as you pulled away.

"Me too."