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“Hey Eren, are you sure she’s cool with this?”
This was the worse possible time for Jean’s house to be under renovation. Normally, it wouldn’t be an issue. He’d just stay at his art studio for the time necessary. But what are the odds? His house and art studio are under fucking construction. With his options drained, he had no other choice than to stay with a friend, and oddly, Eren was there when the news dropped.
He offered Jean a place to stay, which was sweet, very sweet. But Eren is a married man, with a wife. They probably do married people stuff and don’t want some guy from high school crashing on their couch.
“Jean, are you crazy? Mikasas’ always loved you. It'll be like our teenage years all over again-Like a sleepover!”
If he says so... After a few minutes of convincing, Jean caved, accepting the fairly generous offer.
The entire drive there, he began to have second, third, and fourth thoughts. Something Eren wasn’t aware of was Jean’s feelings for Mikasa. Feelings that were definitely long gone… Still, it felt wrong to intrude with old alluring feelings towards the man’s wife.
He realized that asking Connie or Sasha may have been simpler, and he wouldn’t have felt like a bother to either of them. Though it was far too late now, the suitcase filled with work clothes and toiletries was packed and loaded in his trunk. Hopefully, he wouldn’t regret this.
He stood outside, suitcase in hand, a backpack in the other. Hesitant to knock, still feeling immense guilt, and now a little sweaty. Taking a deep breath, he rang the three-story house.
To his surprise, it swung open, and Eren swept him into a tight embrace. The brunette’s arms wrapped around his neck, underneath his overgrown mullet. Out of habit, Jean awkwardly placed his hands on Eren’s hips, resting his head on his friend’s shoulder. On the opposite side stood Mikasa, glaring into Jean’s soul.
A few taps at his back are a clear implication: some space is required, desperately. Jean brushes himself off, still slightly startled by Mikasa’s intense stare.
Once they separate, Jean gathers the courage to speak, despite Mikasa scanning his body from head to toe.
“H-hey Mikasa, Eren. Thank you for letting me crash here for a while.”
“No problem bud! Mikasa will show you to your room. After you get yourself settled, come join us in the kitchen.”
Jean’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with Mikasa, with his friend’s wife. He couldn’t help but worry about those old feelings resurfacing. Not to add, he felt as if they’d already got off on the wrong foot.
Once they’d made it, after walking for what felt like forever, Mikasa nudges the door open, signaling for Jean to head in.
She followed behind, leaving it partially open. It wasn’t until she gripped the man’s shoulder that he actually noticed that.
“You didn’t give me a hug, Jean.”
His eyes trailed to the pale hand that held his bicep… It may be better to avoid being so close to someone as pretty as her.
He might feel tempted to… With a pull at his upper arm, Mikasa used a sufficient amount of strength, turning Jean’s body toward hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, almost a perfect depiction of how Eren embraced him.
“Sorry, I was a little–distracted...” Jean muttered. The sensation of her body rubbing up against his upcoming boner left him holding back a moan. He continued. “... I’m sorry.”
He was inarticulate. Mikasa’s chilling hands trailed down his back and up again. Her strawberry scented perfume and consistency unbelievably comforting, her body felt paradisiacal in his.
Though, getting a warm welcome isn’t always a good thing. Especially when something ‘downstairs’ feels just as welcomed.
And there's no doubt she'd feel it.
“It’s okay, Jean. This feels good. Really good…” Her whisper serene and suggestive, only encouraging Jean’s growth.
“I–Mikasa-.”
Perhaps it had been some time since he’d been sexually active, however, he was almost one hundred percent certain Mikasa was coming onto him. Or maybe Mikasa hugged everyone like this... While whispering sensually into their collar bone… And feeling up their body…
“Aw! I’m glad you two are rekindling your friendship. See, Jean. I told you, she loves you!”
Jean’s bright red face had to be a giveaway. If not that, then the way he jumped back at Eren’s sudden appearance was embarrassingly suspicious. He couldn’t wrap his head around what was making him so nervous. Did he really believe Mikasa touched everyone like that? And if so, why’d he hide from Eren?.. Regardless, neither one of them seemed to think anything of it, it became water under the bridge.
Afterward, they left Jean to pack. No tension, no issues, no nothing. How was this perfectly fine with Eren? How was she perfectly fine with clinging to another man? Did he ruin a successful marriage?!
After unpacking, Jean went to join the two downstairs, just as he was told.
Mikasa and Eren waited in the kitchen.
The three caught up.
Joked about old times.
Smoked.
Ate.
2 hours later
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In a couple of hours, Jean had showered and changed his clothing. Unfortunately, he was unaware of the after-effects of smoking weed. His mouth grew incredibly dry. It felt intolerable. He tried to ‘power walk’ as fast as he could without running. Hoping not to disrupt the entire household, just to get to the kitchen.
He threw the door open, examining the fridge for a cold bottled water. Phew, there were some all the way in the back. Jean shut the door, frightened once again by Mikasa.
“You sure are jumpy these days, Jean.”
“-I’m not jumpy.”
Even though his tone was harsh, she chuckled, requesting he sit in the counter chair.
“Are you doing alright, Jean? You seem tense.” She inquired innocently.
Tilting her head condescendingly and bending over the opposite end of the marble countertop surface, allowing Jean to see straight into her lingerie.
His friend crept up from behind, clutching Jean’s shoulders in both hands. Leaning forward to mutter directly in his ear.
“He’s alright, sweetheart. Right, Jean?”
His hands massaged the biceps underneath, migrating down Jean’s arms, and up again.
“Looks like you've got another one.”
He became so enveloped with the contact; he failed to realize the boner that shifted up in his shorts.
“I wonder which of us caused it this time.”
“I’m pretty sure we're tied right now. You mind breaking that tie, Jean-boy?” Eren teased, responding to his wife's curiosity. He continued interrogating Jean for more details.
“Which thing turned you on? Mikasa’s cleavage? Or the way I touch your body?”
There was too much happening for him to retain, all while being intoxicated, Jean had to think to himself. Did his high school frenemy just make him hard? Or was it his wife? And what did he mean by tied..? There didn’t seem to be a correct answer here…
His hand hovered over Jean’s erection hesitantly.
“Can I?”
“Eren, stop teasing him. You can clearly see the desperation in his face. Look at how red he is.”
They both giggled, filled with the desire to satisfy every single one of Jean’s needs. Still, they awaited the green light.
Mikasa leaned forward, her face inches away from Jean's, giving him a better view of her breasts.
He was in awe that Mikasa Ackerman, the girl he grew up crushing on from almost a decade ago, was really coming onto him.
Nobody was luckier than Jean (and Eren) at this very moment.
“So, what'll it be?”
Fuck, he had too much pride for this. Though that didn’t stop him from gulping it all down to give them permission to touch.
“Yes- please.”
Eren’s hand immediately took its rightful place, wrapped around Jean’s clothed bulge. His head fell back onto the brunette’s shoulder. In a fraction of a second, Mikasa reaches for his chin, pulling it back up, constraining eye contact while Jean’s lids fluttered. His eyes forcibly rolling backward in sexual gratification.
She leaned in, touching his lips with a light peck, then indulging a wet kiss.
It started light and open-mouthed. The minute he moaned from Eren’s touch, Mikasa’s tongue slipped inside his mouth, twirling against his. The hand hadn’t left Jean’s pajama shorts. With every increase in pressure and pace, Jean groaned more into the kiss.
“I’m—close.” Jean panted.
Eren’s speed increased, causing Mikasa to up her game as well. The two were oddly competitive, at least for pleasing Jean. He didn’t mind it per se, but damn did he feel like their worthless little pawn.
“Hey, Jean, look at me.” She whispered, foreheads touching when breaking the kiss. Striving to keep his head steady.
The moment they locked eyes, she brushed her fingers through Jean’s overgrown mullet.
“You're so pretty, Jean.”
She proceeded to plant saturated kisses on his neck, feeling him tense up. Jean subconsciously had a death grip on both Eren’s clasp and Mikasa’s head, chasing his orgasm by a hair. That didn’t stop either of them from overstimulating Jean, leaving him whining incoherent curses and begs. Eren adjusted Jean’s now lowered, sweltered face, pulling the hopelessly titillated man into a slow intense make-out, as a warm damp spot formed in Jean’s shorts.
“Mm, I made him finish.”
“Mikasa, don't you dare take the credit for my work. I made him cum.” Eren said, breaking the kiss. Giving Mikasa a mockery of a shocked expression.
“When I had my hands in his hair, I felt him cumming. Therefore, making me the person who made him cum.”
Jean was still coming down from his high, taking a moment away from reality and heavily breathing into Eren’s collarbone.
“You're so bratty.”
“And you aren’t?” Mikasa replied to his claim, pretending to be annoyed.
“Jean, which one of us made you cum? Loser makes it up to you in the bedroom!”
“Wait, a second…” Eren started.
Jean answered before Eren could prevent him once he grasped what Mikasa’s true intentions were. Jean nervously scratched at his nape, not wanting to stall, but feeling reluctant to answer.
“Sorry Mikasa, it was Eren though...”
“You sneaky bitch-.”
Eren began, but was quickly cut off again by Mikasa this time.
“-Well! You heard the man, Eren. I’m sorry, Jean, I can make it up to you, if you’ll allow it?”
She said, throwing her arms around Jean.
He nodded, allowing Mikasa to drag him (and Eren) into their bedroom upstairs.
She lightly pushed the door shut with her side, drawing Jean in for another passionate make-out session. Eren sat on the bed, his hands resting behind his head, casually waiting his turn.
They gradually made their way to the bed, kisses getting wetter and more aggressive by the second. His hands rested on Mikasa’s hips, pressing her against the bed, not with enough force for her to fall back onto it. She then felt Jean’s dick pressing against her lower stomach. She couldn't help but wonder how something so big–something that belonged to Jean, and Jean only, would feel like exploring her clenched walls.
She releases herself, sinking into the soft scarlet red comforter. Her hands planted on the bed being the only thing holding her up. Jean still stood in front of her, his body hovering over Mikasas’ with a knee positioned between her legs.
Once Jean moved to kiss down her face, quiet moans escaped her lips, ones that weren’t loud enough to satisfy him, though. He licked and sparingly sucked the spots that made her weakest.
He continued to kiss down Mikasa’s neck, finding his way to her collarbone. His teeth grazed her skin. Jean’s kisses had the perfect mixture of teeth and tongue to arouse Mikasa. Wet and a little rough. Eren appeared behind her, tugging at the straps of her silk nightdress. The dresses’ coverage over her bare chest disappeared, revealing her perky breasts and hardened nipples.
“I could never get tired of these…”
Eren muttered into her shoulder, leaving pecks as Jean slowly kissed down her bare chest. Every hickey Jean planted left Mikasa aching for more, her breathing became heavier, desperate for more.
“Hold on, I’ve got an idea.”
Jean left the two alone. Mikasa and Eren exchanged looks of confusion.
He came back with a plastic cup in hand and a mischievous scheme in mind.
“Glad you guys had ice.”
It took Eren a few seconds to apprehend Jean’s plan. After letting out a drawn-out, “Oh.” repositioning Mikasa by sitting her between his legs, leaving them to hang down the end of their bed.
Her confusion quickly converted into a painful pleasure, feeling Jean’s mouth drag a freezing cold ice cube along her torso. Her body jolted at the sensation, along with her eyes finding their way above the lids. Low lustful pants fill the men’s ears. Jean lapped the cube around her nipples, while Eren played with her clit through her underwear, sending chills up her spine.
“You okay?”
Her hands latch onto Jean’s hair, yanking it with as much force as she could, reacting to the unbearably hot situation. Breathing out a short but vital ‘mhm’ to acknowledge Eren’s heartfelt check-in.
Eren didn’t waste any time taunting her, trapping both her hands in his free one, at her lower back. Her groans developed into deeply impassioned moans, impulsive ones she couldn’t control even if she wished to.
“Mm–I-Jean. Fuck-.” She cursed, whimpering and repeating herself over and over. Digging her nails into her confined palms, attempting to free her hands from Eren’s, only to be dreadfully unsuccessful.
“She’s throbbing.” Her husband snickered. His intentions were also to tease her, but Jean couldn’t feel her, so he’d have to be the one to inform him of how good he’s doing. Maybe they should change that?
“Fuck her, Jean. I wanna see her orgasm all over you.”
He was hesitant to obey, but then remembered Eren was dead serious. That he really wanted to see Jean fuck his wife until she came all over his rock-solid dick. In response, Jean looks to Mikasa for consent. She’s a sobbing mess, a sexy one at least.
He spits out the currently half-melted ice into his hand, twirling it around her rock-solid nipples. Her squirming and begging only got worse, causing both the men to throb. God, she was so damn hot.
“Do you want that, ma chérie-?”
She responded faster than Jean could finish, in a series of whimpers, stutters, and pleads. Every time she tried to get the simple one-word answer ‘yes’ out, Eren penetrated her through the lace panties she wore with his middle finger. Jean simultaneously lightly pulled her right nipple, still allowing the ice to stimulate her left.
Each occurrence where she moaned instead of replying, Jean whispered a teasing ‘huh?’. Once dropping an, “I’m sorry I’m having trouble understanding what you want, amour.” And each and every single time, it sent her whining–nearly crying in frustration blended with pure pleasure.
Fuck, she was so loud.
A yes finally slipped out, a few times actually. She was sure of what she wanted, and Jean was ready to give her that and so much more.
He removed his thin shorts, pushing his bulge up against her soaked panties. Mikasa was far beyond a mess. She shamelessly said everything on her mind, muttering how good the men made her feel. Allowing her body to jerk at every unfamiliar sensation, not hindering her whimpers. Eren’s free hand rubbed circles around Mikasa’s clit while he muttered sweet nothings into her ear.
“You’re doing so good, Mika.”
“You’re so gorgeous, baby.”
“Almost there, baby. I know it feels good.”
She exchanged clinginess between both men, pleading incoherently for the two to ‘keep going, Jean’ and ‘don’t stop, Eren.’
Jean could feel everything from the moment he slipped inside; her throbbing clit, walls squeezing around his length, to the minute she came, her warm cream layering his dick. Mikasa’s entire body was covered in a thick coat of sweat, her nail shape surely will imprint on her palms. Eren and Jean went at two completely different paces, and still, somehow, the two matched chaotically perfect. One making up for the missing beats of the other. The overstimulation was impossible to endure. With that thought, Mikasa reached her climax. Not even ten strokes in, she was already coming undone all over Jean.
Eren groaned, orgasming in his pajama pants at the erotic sight. He absolutely adored getting exactly what he wanted. A hand flew over her mouth, muffling her wails, tauntingly demanding that she, ‘shushhh’. Which only made her cry out louder into his already damp palm.
Eren released her hands from his secure grip, though her body was now limp and sweat out from all the intense overstimulation.
Thankfully, Jean caught her in his arms when she fell forward. Eren shifts to the side, hurrying to exit the room.
Jean was left to comfort his wife, consistently and gently finger brushing through her hair, asking if she was okay and how she felt. He wasn’t sure what the hell Eren was doing, but this was 10x more important than whatever that was.
In the back of his mind, he prayed to whatever gods could hear him; It wasn’t anything else to do with sex. Mikasa looked genuinely worn out and in need of compassion.
Luckily, Eren didn’t disappoint as terribly as Jean expected. He brought back a towel and water for her, explaining he trusted Jean enough to do the soothing in his absence. After cleaning up, Mikasa fell asleep immediately while resting on her husband’s lap, encased in his embrace. So Eren and Jean tried to converse as quietly as possible.
“Welp, Mika is out cold... but we can go for another round if you’re down?”