( 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗘, 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗜 )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
" ALL I NEED. "

- unedited :/

"It's fine if you don't want to, I mean-" He began, extending his hands in his own defense, and you completely see where he's coming from.

"I know a place we can go, and i'm being serious." You say, getting up to slide open the window on the other side of the room. It looked out onto the fields, of which the moon shined down upon from way up in the sky.

"There's a place out there where Eren, Reiner, and I would hang out after school or when they spent the night at our place." You tell him, looking down at the space below the window with a small sigh, wondering how you would get down there. 

"Let's go, then?" He speaks eagerly and you stop him before he could move to take a goddamn dive from the window.

"No, too risky. We'll just have to be quiet or-"

"Quiet game it is then."

The man makes his way over to you, grabbing your wrist and pushing you down onto the bed which creaked under you two. And loudly. 

It creaked with every small movement.

"This gonna be a problem, babe." He begins, and you think for a quick moment. "Chris said something about the guest room." 

Jean brings that up, and you nod. It took you no longer than a minute to unlock the door and scurry across the hallway to the guest room, and lock that door. It was further away from the living room where everyone was, and you weren't saying that you were at less risk.

 The kids would be sleeping outside, as that's what you heard as you made your way back up here, since you had a small space behind the house where you could set up a small camp. 

By now, they should be asleep on the couch anyways. But that was the least of your concerns.

Jean, as he had before, pushes you down onto the covers and attaches his lips to your neck, making you hum in delight and run your hands up his shirt.

He moves his hands around you to pull off your camisole top, lifting it up just so your tits were exposed to him.

He cups your breast with one hand, sliding his tongue across your nipple. There was a growing wetness in between your thighs, and Jean sucked and licked on the sensitive bud, trying to make you moan.

This was the shitty part of the quiet game.

He moves away for a split few seconds to pull of his shirt. You stared at all of his tattoos which spread across his broad shoulders and down his chest and arms as he towered over you. 

You looked at the dick print that was ever so clear through his sweats and boxers, immediately making you feel hot at the realization.. that would finally be inside of you again.

Jean moves down to grab your other boob, sucking and biting on the skin, small marks forming from the sweet sensation. 

A small, sigh-like moan eventually escapes your lips and he smiles against your skin, trailing his kisses down your abdomen and further down to your waist-line, where he hooked his fingers onto your shorts.

He wasted no time to pull down your underwear. They weren't fancy at all, and Jean didn't care whatsoever.

He inhales your scent, smirking.

Jean presses a kiss to your clit, grabbing your thighs and gripping them softly. Another moan escapes your lips as he licks a long line, and slides his tongue in and out of you. 

You turn your head into the pillow, gasping and moaning as he sucks on your clit, his stubble tickling you just a little bit.

"Mmhh," You exhale, back arching as he twists his tongue in such a fucking good way you could've came right then and there.

He pulls his mouth away, blowing onto your pussy then pressing his tongue against the sweet spot. 

You close your thighs on his face as he sucks on your cunt again, and you quickly grab a pillow to muffle your pathetic moans.

Jean exhaled a bit, gripping onto your thighs, keeping them round his face before moving his mouth away and attaching his soft lips to your thighs, plastering hickeys onto the skin, smirking. 

He moves onto his knees, and presses the back of your thigh against his bulge and massages your ankle.

"Should I fuck you now, or do you wanna do sit on my face?" He offers with a poison coated grin, and you sit up and put your hands on his chest.

"I'll do you that favor." You inform him in a whisper, turning him around so he was where you were, and push him down. He takes your hands and pulls you forward, making you move with his quick action.

You then straddle his face, and he hums in pure satisfaction.. right on his mouth, just the way he liked it.

You grip onto the creaky, wooden headboard to keep your balance, and the two of you tense up as it had sounded like someone was coming up the stairs, but no, it was just the bed.

Jean's tongue flicked in and through your clit, damp and dripping with your juices as he licked them away with shut eyes, keeping focused on how he pleased you.

You grind your hips a little, and Jean opens his mouth wider, his hands soon coming up and reaching to your waist where he held onto you lightly.

You grabbed his hair, and he moaned into your cunt, lips forming an "O" shape.

He made it harder for you to keep quiet as Jean's tongue brought you closer and closer to your high. 

"O-oh, Mm, fuck," You choked out, it was basically a moan. Your shoulders tensed a bit as you threw your head back

"Shhh.." He pulled away for a split second, reminding you of your little game that you had literally already lost. It was hardly even a game.. just a command that you paid little to no attention to whatsoever.

He whispered into your pussy, sliding his tongue in once more as the knot in your stomach built up. He wanted to feel your legs shake, and make you feel so fucking good.. like he always did.

You cover your mouth, biting your lip as you suddenly released into Jean's mouth, a crooked and staggered moan quietly slipping off of your lips.. fuck you had hoped they hadn't heard that.

You doubt they had, and so did Jean. Either way, you lifted your body off of him, and looked down to where he gulped down all the fluid. 

He took no time to get on top of you.

Jean looked up as he caught you staring at him as he slowly pulled off his sweatpants, boxers following, his dick releasing from the tight fabric. 

"Wait." You stop him as he crawls on top of you.

"Mhm?" He asks, kissing your jaw.

"I.. wanna ride you first." You tell him, and he smirked, flipping you over and steadying your hips on his, and so his hard and perfectly erect length was against your slit.

"Go ahead, princess." He nearly speaks with a stutter. He was eager.

Then, you slam your hips down on his cock. He entered you with ease, only causing the slight bit of pain which he took notice of.

"You alright?" He holds onto your thighs, massaging them a bit as you nod.

"Tell me if you need me to stop doing something, or if you need a break." He informs you, and you place your hands on his chest so you could get situated on the dick that filled you up whenever you asked.

You sucked in a breath as you began to ride on his cock, Jean watching as you continued to move up and down his length, your walls clenching around him.

You were still getting used to his size again, which made it a bit difficult.

You soon hit your orgasm, moving your hands to hold onto Jean's shoulders and throwing your head back at the wave of bliss.. Jean released moments later, and you nearly collapse on top of him. 

But, he turned you over as he had before, quickly pushing himself into you and raising your ass, hips, and waist off of the bed making you gasp.

"Fuck, Jean," You exhale, a moan threatening to fall from your mouth.

He pulled out, then pushed your knees close to your chest to get a good look at your pussy, dripping with his and your own cum.

He didn't fuck you just yet though. He knew if he fucked you like this you would be loud enough that the house down the winding road could hear you. 

"Turn around, on your hands and knees with your ass up. If something happens, or I hurt you, don't be scared to voice it out, i'll understand even if you can't speak." He says softly, watching you closely as you turn around and do what he says.

"M-mhm.." 

"What a good girl, hm." 

He rubs your back, pressing down on it for you to raise your ass higher and smirks at the pretty sight.

Jean fulls you up again, a grunt leaving his leaps. You gasp at the feeling, nearly crying out but you just bury your face into the pillow as tears prick your tired eyes.

He slammed his hips into your ass again, the frame of the bed moving along and creaking with every thrust.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, it was the only noise apart from the air conditioner and Jean's heavy panting and breathing as he fucked your cunt, staying aware of how you reacted.

Your lips parted and you squeezed your eyes shut, the pillows muffling a perfect moan Jean wished he could've heard.

You turned your face to the side, and furrowed your eyebrows as a small moan dripped from your tongue. Sweat gathered and dripped down the man's forehead, shoulders and back as he whispered and muttered your name. 

Pressure had begun to rise in your aching core as Jean thrusted in and out of you, trying not to dig his nails too deep into your thighs, knowing it would leave marks if he did so.

He leaned forward so his chest was against your back, and rocking his hips deeper into your body. 

He only pulled his arms back and gripped your waist, slowing down his rhythm before gently slamming into you once again, his entire cock shoving further into your pussy causing you to release a muffled cry into the pillow.

Soon enough you released, cum splitting all over his dick. He continued to thrust in and out a few more times before pulling out, covered in all of your slick, and released on your back and ass, knowing it was better in a situation like this.

You fell limp on the bed, chest rising up and down rapidly as you tried to settle yourself.

Jean moved you over so he could see your face, all tired, pretty, and fucked out from his point of view. He loved it.

He planted kisses all over your body— down your neck, shoulders, in between your tits then slowly dragging his lips down your abdomen where he just stopped and placed his chin. 

He wanted no more than this: Just the two of you together.

And it was all he ever needed.

You ran your hands through his hair, slicking it back from his sweaty forehead. He pressed a few kisses to your stomach then shifted upwards so he could lay you on his own chest.

Jean took your hands in his, holding your naked body close to his own, his lips forming a small smile. 

"I love you so.. so much." He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too, Jean.." You reply, tracing the tattoos on his shoulders and collarbone with your finger, admiring them quietly, occasionally looking up to see him staring down at you with awe twinkling in his eyes.

He'd risk anything to be next to you no matter what, and here he's finally got what he's been longing for.. to see your face and feel your body. 

Keep you close to him no matter what.

Some day, he was gonna marry you. He was gonna cry with you and dance in the kitchen to some shitty song about falling in love with you. 

You were his, and he was yours.

Till death do you part.