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The days are getting longer and longer by the minute. Each day feels like a whole year is going by, the same sorrow and sadness waiting to surprise you each day. Even though you want what's best for Paradis, it’s getting harder and harder to look forward to tomorrow. You hate to admit it, but you’re lonely. You just want one person there, someone you can talk to, someone who can comfort you, but you go through your days without it.
You sit on your bed, the air around you silent and motionless, your head spinning with all sorts of worries for what the future will hold. Although many people would say there’s no use for you to worry, as nobody can tell what could happen, you can’t help but imagine the worst possible scenarios in your head. A friend may die, someone could get caught in the crossfire, anything.
And Jean could get hurt. Your mind just says it without thinking. Jean could get hurt. The thought sends a shiver through your body. You’ve been close with him for so many years now, being here without him would be almost unbearable. Jean. Jean. Your mind keeps repeating his name in your head, images of him flashing back and forth. Before you know it, you’re by his door, your hand knocking without even thinking.
“Hey,” Jean opens his door, his hair tangled in a mess, probably from lying on his bed. The messy hair kinda suits him though, as it stems around his ears. His shirt is tight on his chest, showing the definition of his upper body. He wears it tucked into his pants, jeans held in place by a black belt. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you lean against the door frame, hoping to talk to him in a casual manner. “Can I talk to you for a bit?”
“Yeah,” he seems worried, but he tries his best to keep a regular facial expression, probably for your greater good. He moves out of your way, gesturing towards his room. “Make yourself at home.” You follow him as he sits on his bed, impulsively flattening his hair down. You want to tell him that he looks good that way, but you decide not to. His bed is messy, the blankets shoved to the bottom of the bed, scrunched up into a ball. He must have been under them before you got here, shoving them off when he heard the knock. Aside from that, you notice his room is fairly clean, aside from a few clothes bundled up on the floor here and there.
“What’s up?” He finally asks, propping himself up with his hands behind his back.
“I’m not really sure,” you confess to him, crossing your legs up on the bed. “It’s just been a lot lately, and I really needed to talk to someone.” You decide to leave out the part where you were lonely and he was the person you wanted to see the most. He doesn’t need to know that part to help.
“Yeah,” he switches his position, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I understand that.” He seems sad, but like he’s trying to hide it behind his face. “Do you think Eren is actually in Marley? I miss that little bastard.”
“Yeah, I do,” you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. “Atleast, I hope I do. Maybe it will all end pretty soon, then.”
He grimaces, “Yeah, hopefully.”
“Every day seems so long,” you say suddenly, surprising him. “I really hope it will end soon,” you emphasize what you said before.
Jean’s face quickly changes from, surprised to a look of more compassion, and reaches over to you, laying his hand on your knee. Your heart flutters in your chest, a feeling that has never happened before.
“It will be okay,” he seems almost like he’s trying to convince himself too. “Eren will be back and then you, me, Connie, and Sasha can all go somewhere fun.”
He smiles at you, triggering a smile in yourself as well. “Yeah,” you lay your hand on top of his, your heart almost beating out of your chest. “It will.”
“Y-yeah,” he stutters looking away, but not moving his hand an inch.
You both sit there like that for a while, scared to move away from each other. Finally, you speak up. “Sorry for bothering you, by the way. I can leave if you are doing something.” Of course you don’t want to leave, but the possibility of him wanting you to leave eats away at your mind.
“No, no, I was just lying here,” he gestures towards the top of the bed with his head, his hand still under yours. “Please stay if it’s okay with you.” You might be making it up, but you can swear his face is a bit red.
“I can,” you shoot him a smile, despite your nerves going crazy on the inside. He wants you to stay? Maybe he’s as lonely as you, although you do seriously doubt it.
“Hey, y/n,” he clears his throat as he speaks. “You know I really care about you, right? You can come here whenever you need.” He keeps eye contact with you, his brown eyes almost black in the lighting. “Take care of yourself.”
“Same to you,” your body aches for contact. He’s right next to you. Maybe if you just go to him, he’ll understand you want a quick hug. Just one for comfort-
Before you can even finish your thought, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his own body. Your face ends up near his chest, your cheek soft against his hard body. His own cheek rests against the top of your head, his hands holding you tightly. “Is this okay?” you can hear him mutter.
“Yeah,” you respond, your body immediately at a calm in the warmth of his arms. You don’t want to say anything, you just want to stay here forever.
He breaks the silence, “Y/n,” he loosens his grip on you, allowing you to move out his arms a bit. You look up to him ready to respond to your name, but are stopped by him looking down on you, a smile on his face. His face looks so soft up close, and you suppress the urge to cup him in your hands.
“Yeah?” You can feel his breath on your face, hot, but in a comfortable way. He smells nice, like the woods.
“You’re very pretty.” He says it so easily, the words just sliding off his tongue.
You can feel your face getting hot from the compliment. “And you are very handsome.” You struggle to get the words out of your mouth, how was it so easy for him to say.
The sudden realization of his lips strikes you. They’re so close to your own, as soft looking as his face. If you just raise up a little, you can kiss him. You can kiss.
You slowly raise your head up, to the point where your noses could meet. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move either. You both sit there like that, it seems like time has stopped, and you two are the only one’s in the world. You move closer ever so slightly, taking the opportunity to take his face in your hand, as soft as you thought. With his face in your hands, you press your lips against his own, separating almost as soon as they touched. You can feel your own body tingle, begging for more.
He looks down at you, his mouth agape still. He looks so pretty like this, like he’ll do anything in the world for you. His hands sink down to your lower back, his thumb stroking your back as he pulls you closer. You let him.
Your mouths touch again, this time much quicker and rougher than before. You can hear his breaths in between each kiss, getting deeper as the kisses keep going. His tongue slips in your mouth, as he pulls away.
His hands fall at the bottom of your shirt, gripping it while he pants. “Can I?”
A nod is all you can manage, but he understands. He takes off his own shirt first, his body fit. The sight of seeing him makes you wanna hold him closer and touch him all over. But he quickly lifts up your own shirt and throws it across the room, revealing your chest encased in a bra. You can’t help but be embarrassed, but your heart jumps for more.
“Wow,” he looks at you, swallowing. “Y/n, I know I already said this, but you’re really fucking beautiful.”
He wastes no time immediately pressing his lips to your neck, running his tongue up it. You shiver at the feeling, pulling closer to you as he presses his own body close to yours, his bulge hitting your lower body. He stays at your neck, his mouth gently biting it as he unclasps your bra behind you, letting it fall to the floor. His palm grabbing your breast, lightly massaging it. You can’t help but let out a moan of your own, causing him to pull you closer, his bulge pressing up against you now.
He takes his mouth away from your neck, leaving you desperate for more touch. “Jean,” you manage to sputter out. “Please keep going.”
His face turns red at the comment, and you notice his hair is even more messed up than before. You find comfort in that somehow, bringing a smile to your lips. He looks so cute like this, yet all you want is him back on you.
“I also want to keep going,” he finally responds. “I want to make you happy,” he moves his hands to the back of you, slowly peeling off your pants, his hand gripping your ass on the way. “As much as I can.”
He leans back a little, pulling you with him, as he puts one hand to your breast, massaging it as he did before. His thumb grazes across your nipple, pressing up against it. You breathe deeply in, which he takes as an opportunity to go to your other breast, this time using his mouth. His tongue mimics what his finger was doing on the opposite side, circling around your nipple. He then puts his whole mouth around your nipple, sucking, as he massages your other breast at the same time.
Your breath is getting rigid, as your below area gets hotter and hotter, wetness starting to soak through your underwear. Right when you were getting worried it could possibly get on Jean’s bed, his thigh makes its way under you, tightly pressed against your vagina. You moan at the sudden impact, his mouth going harder on your breast. His thigh starts at a slow pace, rubbing against your clit, a rain of pleasure washing over your whole body. But it gets faster. His thigh quickly moves back and forth stimulating you, the wetness getting all over his pants.
“Jean,” you moan out. “I’m gonna cum.” He goes even faster now, his hands and tongue getting rougher on your breasts. Finally, his thigh strokes your clit once again, igniting a flood of pleasure throughout your body, you let out another moan as he takes his face away from your chest, planting a kiss on your lips.
“Let’s go for more.” He pushes you down, his body above yours. You lay flat on your back now, Jean above you, making your heart flutter.
“More?” You swallow, your vagina warm again. “We should do things for yourself.”
“This is for myself,” he kisses your neck, his breath heavy on your skin. “I want to see you like this.”
He pushes himself down, planting kisses on your body as he goes. On your chest. On your stomach. Right above your underwear. He stops, and looks up at you, and then plants one last kiss right on your panties. Another moan escapes your mouth, his tongue now slowly licking the outside of your underwear. The warmth of his tongue soaking into your pussy, and just enough pressure to make you squirm a bit.
“I’m sorry it’s wet down there,” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath.
“Don’t be,” he pulls down your panties as he says it, your pussy in front of his face. “I like it.”
His tongue goes straight for your clit, licking around it small circles at a steady pace. He grips your thighs in his hands, pulling them back. You allow him, pulling your legs up towards your face as you lay your hands on the top of his head, grasping his hair in your fists as you bite your lip, trying to stop a groan from escaping. He flattens his tongue, licking your whole vagina in one go, soaking up any juices that were already leaking out. He quickly returns back to your clit, using his whole tongue to lick it up and down, his fingers tight against your thighs. The feeling of his tongue going up and down copies the feeling of his thigh from before, bliss slowly building up inside you until you can’t take it anymore.
You cum once again, the feeling even better than before. You raise your chest up instinctively, moaning as you take a deep breath in. Jean’s face between your legs rubs against your thighs, as he takes one last lick, his eyes staring right into yours.
He comes up, pulling you in for a hug, pressing you against his chest. He’s sweaty and his breath is heavy, but you accept it anyway, your hands balling his hair in your fists again.
“Y/n?” He says, still pressing you into him.
“Yes?” You rub his back as he speaks.
“One more time?” He pulls away from you again, taking your hand in his own and guiding it into his lap, finally laying your hand on the top of his crotch. His dick is hard in his pants, and he grunts as the your finger tips touch it. “It’s getting hard to keep in,” he tries to laugh, but it comes out raspy from his shortage of breath.
Your face burns even hotter, but you simply ignore it. You carefully place both of your hands on his pants, stroking his dick as you lean towards him. He lets out quiet groans, his head facing up towards the ceiling. He clears his throat as you leave a kiss on his neck, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. His bulge is even bigger in his boxers, his thighs stiff under him.
You pull down his boxers, revealing his dick, hard. He grunts again when you pull it off, facing downwards and making eye contact with you. He’s still sweating, but he’s smiling the alluring smile you have ever seen, his cheeks scrunching up. You put one hand on his dick, a slow motion going up and down, your thumb grazing the tip. His voice cracks as he moans, his chest rising up and down in quick intervals.
“Y/n,” he groans, your hand still on his dick as he leans forward, his cock now pressing against your pussy. “Can I go in you?”
“Mhmm,” is all you can manage before he pushes his body against you, his heart beating against your chest. His lips touch yours once again, more rough than before. Your mouths are practically open as he slips his tongue against yours, his hands going down to your breasts once more. He uses one hand to spread your legs as the other rubs against your breast, his palm rubbing it in circles. He moves his pelvis ever so slightly and you can feel his dick rub against your vagina, practically teasing you. He lingers there for a second, the tip rubbing against you, a cry escaping your mouth, despite still being in contact with his. And then, he thrusts.
You gasp at the sudden force, as does he. He moves his face from yours and you see him biting his lip, his chest still dripping with sweat. His dick goes in and out of you, going further in than you could have ever imagined, hitting your clit on the way out. It feels better than anything you have felt, your body getting warmer and warmer with every thrust. Each stroke he takes you both share a series of grunts, his much longer than yours. It gets faster and faster as his hips move back and forth, his grunts sounding more and more like moans.
He stops moaning for a second, his breathing heavy on top of you. “I’m gonna cum,” he shoves his dick in you, holding it there for a second. “I can’t hold in anymore.”
You raise your arms up as he’s inside you, cupping his face in your hands once again. “Me too.”
He smiles down at you once more, making your stomach flip in circles, as he leans down again, moving his hips out. Quickly, he moves in once again, rough and hard, hitting the lips of your vagina as he goes. He loses his breath in your ear, and you can hear his voice crack as moans escape his lips.
“Y/n!” he thrusts one more time as the pleasure in your body takes over. The orgasm rains over you for a third time, but is quickly followed by his cum filling in you. It’s warm, and you let out an escaped breath as he falls down on you, your whole area soaking now.
His chest rises quickly as he lays on you, his head in your neck. Your both sweaty now, but neither of you seem to care. “You came?” He asks, still in your neck.
“Yeah,” you have to catch your breath yourself as you respond. “Thank you,” you play with his hair once more.
“Don’t be thankful,” he moves up, looking down on you once again. “I liked it too.”
He notices your hands in his hair. “You really like it, huh?”
“I do,” you smile at him. “I think it looks better messy.”