SEXTAPE, PART III,
CHAPTER 43.

" 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 𝟏𝟓𝟏. "

semi-smut, unedited.

- the morning of the day
after the beach.

"These articles are crazy." You laugh, taking a sip of your water. 

You sat at the kitchen counter as Jean cooked breakfast for the two of you. You had a long and exciting day yesterday, and were planning to just rest for most of the morning.

"Y/n L/n and Jean Kirstein, a yet to be confirmed couple spend a day at the beach together. Rumors of this pairs relationship flooded the net after the two were spotted on a dinner date in Germany during the filming of the hit series, 'Attack on Titan!',"

You read aloud the news header for People.com with a smile. 

"I think next time they catch us together and they have their microphones and TV crews, we should tell them that I fucked you in the ass and then decided to become official." Jean snorts, lips curving into a teasing smirk as the pan sizzled in front of him.

"That'd be an interesting way to confirm the suspicions." You laugh, leaning your chin in your palm as you continued to scroll through.

"I'm sure it would be.."

- a week later, present time.

You lean your head back on the side of the pool, same designer sunglasses resting on your face. The sun was setting in the distance, and you were enjoying yourself while waiting for Jean and Eren to get back.

They were out and busy, running errands and doing whatnot, thankfully leaving you alone to enjoy your summer and luxurious pool and estate. Slate and Gunner lounged near you, soaking in the hot summer sun through their fur as it melted into their skins.

But suddenly, your phone began to ring loudly, nearly causing you to jump.

You check the ID. A group facetime call with Sasha and Mikasa. You knew Mikasa was spending the week with Annie to kick off a real break from acting for the summer, and Sasha was back home in Chicago, awaiting an audition.

"Yo yo yo," Sasha greeted you guys, being her normal self as you picked up the call. "What're you guys up to?!"

Mikasa fixes the camera so you could all see her. She was out on Annie's porch, water bottle in hand. The sun glared in your own camera, so you tilt it differently.

"Is this better?" You ask, chuckling.

"Much better. All you need to do is take the bikini top off and i'll die happy." Sasha says sweetly, laying her head down on her white pillow.

"Maybe I will, just for you." You tease, adjusting the straps.

"As you should. I wish i could fly into LA and see you, y/n, and into fucking uh.. where are you Mikasa? You guys are on a trip to like- Australia? Have you been bitten by any snakes or spiders yet? Give me the info wifey." Sasha speaks.

"Not yet, thank god. But I did find this huge moth the other night, and a stag beetle on a walk." Mikasa tells you guys, pushing her short hair out of her face.

"Gross. I hate beetles.. thats more of Jean's thing." You say. "And all my Bachelorette recordings are back on my old TV." You sigh. "I'm pissed."

"The new season is getting good, though." Mikasa says, pointing a finger in the air in 'a matter of fact' manner.

"I'm gonna make Jean watch it with me. I haven't started it yet." You inform them, but Sasha furrows her eyebrows and gapes her mouth.

"You always start it on time! Ms. L/n is a fake." Sasha snorts, picking her head up and the three of you laugh together.

"Well, you know.. Hey, I think Jean and Eren are back." You speak up, listening as the garage door opens. Your boyfriend didn't dare leave the car out in the driveway during the day or overnight. He hated when he'd find the black convertible to burn him whenever he went to touch the seats.

"Funzies. Cya! Love you!" Sasha cooed, waving. 

"Love ya, y/n!" Mikasa said in unison, and you replied with a smile.

"Love you girls too, bye!" You press the button to leave the call, and sigh before moving to the steps to drag yourself out of the pool and make your way into the kitchen.

You pick up your towel, deciding not to change since you knew the men would probably want to get back into the water sooner or later.

"Hellooo," Jean said in a sing-song voice as you pulled out one of the drawers to step onto. You couldn't reach the fucking cabinet to get a bag of chips since it was built so high up. It was a pain in your ass. 

Eren followed Jean in shortly after, a bag full of alcohol linked in between his finger.

"We're back, and we have Vodka!" He announces, clicking his tongue in between his teeth. 

"Hey, babe. And thank god for you, Eren." You say, pulling open the door to the cabinet and grabbing the bag you were looking for before placing your feet back down on the ground carefully.

"Yeahh, thank god for me alright." He replies, putting his hand on your shoulder as he passes you to put the wine in the fridge, not bothering to carry it all the way to the wine cellar.

-

-

You exhale, sitting back down onto Jean's lap messily.

Jean sighs, taking a hit off of his blunt and passing it to you.. and you nearly drop it into the hot water in your tipsy state.. so close to becoming drunk. 

The moon and stars hung above you in the sky, and you the city lights of Los Angeles were visible from your spot in the hot tub connected to the pool.

"I'll be telling your mom about this." Eren snorts, lips curving into a smirk.

"Don't you dare." You reply, a small slur to your tone, bringing your hand up to slap him in the face. You were in between the two males, and everything was far from fine.

"Whatever." He says softly, and Jean runs his fingers over your thigh, slowly sliding them up to your bikini bottom.

You move your arm behind Jean to grab the bottle of Bacardi you had been drinking. You then take a quick swig and swallow the liquid quickly.. feeling it flow down your throat.

The music you had been playing was beginning to blur itself out in the back of your head.

You move to press your lips against his, and Eren huffs from behind you. What a way to be left out in his state.  Jean hums into the kiss, taking your wrist and putting it on his left chest. You take your other hand and wrap your arms around his neck.

Eren puts his hands on your hips and you slide your tongue into Jean's mouth as he makes room happily. You throw your thigh over Eren's, and Jean moves his hands to the straps of your bikini top, trying to get his way in a matter of time.

Then, you separate from your boyfriend and connect your lips to Erens. Jean wasn't shocked at all, and neither was Eren. 

The two men just went with the flow of things, ready for the rest of the night and how it would go ever so greatly.

Jean grabbed your jaw again, making sure that you looked into his eyes as he kissed you again, but Eren just moved his lips to your neck, sliding his tongue and biting on your soft skin with a hum.

You moaned into the kiss, and the two of you take a break to breathe. 

"I think we should take this to the upstairs bedroom?" Eren offers, and Jean nods, awaiting your hammered approval. And you only hiccup in a reply,

"I think we.. s-should."