( 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗘, 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗜 )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗
" MIX. "

SHE GOT A BODY LIKE AN HOURGLASS,
BUT I CAN GIVE IT TO YOU ALL THE TIME.
SHE GOT A BOOTY LIKE A CADILLAC BUT I CAN
SEND YOU INTO OVERDRIVE, OH.

spicy.

Jean sighs, throwing down his luggage in his living room lazily. He was happy to be home where he could finally be in his own place again. Although there were boxes everywhere, as he hadn't had a second chance to prepare to move again before they left to film.

His mother would probably still be dragging him off to church on Sundays as she normally did, and dogs were waiting for him at his parents house.

The clock read 9.57 pm, and he knew you had probably arrived back to your apartment and fallen asleep, knowing you missed your bed.

Jean falls down over the back of the couch, his mind wandering to you as it always had.

Looking to the side a small hum escapes his lips and he closes his eyes.

She's sleeping. Yeah.

Sure enough you were asleep on Reiner's shoulder in the back of a taxi cab, him staring out the window and occasionally taking quick glances to the side to see if you had woken up.

Eventually he had to wake you up and drag you up to your apartment and make sure that you didn't fall over in the elevator.

"Yes, yes, thank you Reiner. I'll see you.. later." You smile sleepily, patting him on the shoulder.

Yawning, you lock the door as Reiner backs up with a small wave goodbye.

No lights in your apartment were on, all the textbooks and papers you had left on the kitchen counter were still there but you didn't even bother to clean that up, and the white leds around the table the fish tank was on were off.

You practically stumble into your bedroom and flick on the light switch, met with the familiar scent of soft lavender.

You drop your suitcases and backpack onto the carpet and jump onto your bed, inhaling deeply into the pillows. 

But.. you couldn't fall asleep.

You had to be forgetting something.

It was on the tip of your tongue as you listed off everything you've done already. You check the imaginary list in your head, and then it finally hits you.

"Shit." 

Cursing under your breath, you  reach over to the bedside table where you had carelessly disregarded your phone, and struggle to unlock it. 

Finally getting it open, you search around for the 'facetime' icon.

[ Enter email, number, or contact ]

- rrreinahhh

- colt?????

- gabiii

- marco 

- carmella :), casey!!!!

- carmella :)

(floch) - bitch boy 

(sasha) - clown

- mika <3

...

You had probably been scrolling for a solid minute before finally finding Jeans contact under the name 'yung dagga dick' which you had both laughed about for a good five minutes with Reiner, Eren and Connie after that time in Colorado after doing too many shots, and lighting cigars in the middle of the night in your hot tub.

You had to admit, you had done too much drinking on your vacation when you were supposed to be prepping for a wedding.

- colorado, the night after
'telluride', 1.38 am...

You and Jean were alone.

Your boyfriend still had you in the hot tub, having you drink with him.

Jean kept his hand on your thigh, slightly squeezing and pushing your weight down onto his own thighs, as you were in his lap. 

Jean whispers something inaudible into your ear and you just nod, he picks up the salt and sprinkling a little bit on the back of your hand with a relaxed face. 

His eyelids were a bit droopy, and his eyes had a small tint of pink. He was high, and so were you. 

He pulls the bowl of lime closer to him from away from the tub, and he picked one up as well, squeezing the liquid onto your hand.

He pressed his lips to your forearm, and slowly moves down to your wrist, to where the salt and lime juice was, smiling against your skin.

He slid his tongue against the bitterness, and smirked, looking into your eyes and putting his hand on your waist.

You hum as he moves his mouth back up to your shoulders, hooking his fingers onto the straps of your bikini top all while sucking on the skin.

You put your hand on his jaw, moving his face away from your collarbones and picked up his shot glass, already full.

"Open up." You tell him, and he does so obediently sticking his tongue out, and you pour the alcohol down on his tongue.

He shut his mouth and swallowed lightly, reattaching his lips to your chest.

You run your hands through his hair, looking out to the sky. The village below you was quiet, and there were people trying to get a look at you and Jean. 

Paparazzi and creeps.

You place your arms around his neck and lift your hips up, chuckling as he licked, bit, and sucked on your skin, causing small marks and hickeys to form.

Leaning your head back, you move to grip onto the sides of the tub as Jeans hands move to the insides of your thighs, dangerously nearing the cloth that covered your sweet spot.

"Not tonight, babe." You tell him, and he looks up at you with a small laugh.

"Fine."

-

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-

You smile softly, remembering the night and clicking on the icon, and listening to the ringing sound. You waited and waited until finally, he picked up and he smiled tiredly.

"Anndd she answers," He says, moving his phone in a much better position so you could see where he was. Which was on his couch in the same clothes you last saw him in.

"Yeah, you're lucky I remembered. I was half asleep a moment ago." You lay your head back down in your pillow.

"How long was your ride back to your place from the airport?" You shake your head.

"I have no idea." 

You both laugh, and he picks up the phone before getting up from the couch.

"Whatcha doin'?" You say in a sing-song voice, and he smiles putting the device down and you hear the sound of drawers opening.

"Changing." He exhaled, slamming one door shut and then another.

"Well it seems like you don't know your own room." You tease, getting up for a quick second to stretch over to grab your phone charger, and plug it into the wall since it hadn't charged all day.

"Ehh I was moving stuff around while putting stuff in boxes. I forgot. Did Marco feed your fish while you were gone?" He asks almost worriedly, picking his phone back up and jumping onto his bed.

"Yeah he did, and like right before I got back too so they should be good. I'll feed em in the morning." You answer, propping your phone up next to your pillow and headboard with a yawn. "Slate and Gunner are with your mom and dad, right?"

"You know it. I would've given them to my sister but she has three kids to take care of and I don't wanna stress her out." He laughs softly, scratching the back of his neck and turning over.

"When are we gonna get that whole 'meet the family' cliché?" You purse your lips, sitting up and walking over to your own closet, something you didn't exactly wanna do.

"Ah shit, I mean. Whenever goddamn. You graduate May 5th?" 

"6th," You correct him, pulling your shirt over your head and Jean quickly looks back to the camera.

"If I told you that I'd be into phone sex would that be weird? Do I sound aggressively male?" He asks, tilting his head.

"You sound like Jean, Jean." You tell him honestly with a small smile, pulling on something comfy you wouldn't mind sleeping in.

"Sheesh. Okay." 

You fall back down on your bed, turning off your light and pulling the covers up to your waist and grabbing the remote to click your fan on with a small huff.

He laughed softly,

"Goodnight, y/n." He cooed, turning off his own lights. Both of your phones were the only things illuminating your faces.

"Night, Jean. Love ya'" You chuckle, closing your eyes.

"Mmm Love you too, y/n." 

- published 4/7/2021

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO
JEAN RN OMG!!!!! LIKE RN PLS

also unedited cause im not in a very
good mindset. aka a busy family event 

jean taking pics of y/n when she sleepin....