SEXTAPE, PART IV,
CHAPTER 69.

" 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄. "

69 position, oral.

unedited..

"Ms. L/n! Mr. Kirstein! Here! Please!" Photography shouts. Jean keeps his hand around your waist, and you proceed to walk from the airport. 

The two of you had been on the same flight all day, pretty much, and it was around dinner time. You weren't all that hungry, since the private jet had champagne and plenty of snacks for the duration of the flight.

You were finally in Germany, yet so tired. Really, you had gotten lucky that you were able to rest your legs and mind after fucking like that, and the drugs had worn off by now, leaving you with a splitting headache.

Paparazzi had never heard of personal space, obviously. A chauffeur was supposed to be waiting for you guys outside of the airport, and so you had to make this quick. 

Eventually, you made it out of the building at a somewhat quick pace, scurrying through the mix of snow and rain out to where you both could see the car. Both of you were dressed in winter coats, hats, gloves, and all you needed for dress to survive the aching cold, except your winter coat was the chinchilla fur Jean had gotten you, both of you dressing fancy for the frigid temperature.

The chauffeur already had directions to the hotel of which you and the entire cast would be staying, so Jean slumped back in his seat and closed his eyes, exhaling lightly, and you smile at him.

In all of this, you were looking forward to getting in an actual bed, and you were sure Jean was too. After fourteen and a half hours on a plane-seat, and pullout beds, you needed an actual mattress and silk sheets that would end up ruined in a night.

Seeing all your friends and cast mates would be great, although you'd have to tolerate that man whore Eren, it shouldn't be too problematic, though, since you barely had any scenes with him. You were too looking forward to fucking up names and lines, best part, really. 

Oh, and the 'your character died' party, also an exciting one. There would even be a few new people joining the cast, and you would be meeting them at dinner tonight as well as everyone else at some fancy restaurant in the city.

An upcoming scene you had with Jean was also something to look forward to, since you'd read the script you'd been hyped up all week. Sometimes, you thought that the acting business was a huge mistake, but the further and more you learned the more you realized. 

You would have never met Jean, Sasha, Marco, Reiner, Mikasa, Annie, Maybe even Floch and Vinnie, and so many more people that you hold close to you, and always would. 

Putting those thoughts to the side, you lean on Jean's shoulder and pull your phone from somewhere in your purse after looking for around a good 30 seconds, and open it up while Jean lets his head fall lightly onto yours.

There were a few messages you hadn't seen on the flight, and so you open them with a sigh. Your brother had texted you, a group chat with Hange and Yelena was blowing up with messages, and it was going to give you a headache but you didn't exactly feel like chatting with them just yet, as you were exhausted. 

Mikasa had also texted you, pleading for your rating on a dress she would wear tonight to the dinner, and it was incredibly hot in your opinion. 

You weren't even sure what you were gonna wear, but would probably find something in your seemingly thousands of suitcases. In your opinion, you had way too many clothes, but of course it would come to that one point where you would think 'I have nothing to wear!' which Jean would constantly tease you about, then try and make a goddamn fashion show out of it.

"Jean, I have a very important question." You say, and he hums against your skin, still keeping his eyes shut, and you knew that was him practically saying 'whats up?' and you sigh. " You remember that one time, the night before graduation, I went out with some friends?" You then ask, turning your head towards him at the slightest.

"..Yes. But like, vividly." He says, and you chuckle. "Are you gonna start talking about how you got pretty messy with friends, texted me like an average tipsy person, then we ended up having phone sex? If so, yes, that was fucking hilarious." He snorts.

"Every other day I still think about that message I sent you, oh god." You laugh, and so does he. "It was embarrassing but now I can laugh about it." You sigh, and he pulls you closer to him just a bit, since you were already so close.

Soon, the scenery of open fields had begun to turn to buildings and such, meaning you were close to Nördlingen, and giant green screens and trailers for makeup and costumes. The containers of chilling fake blood they stored in a freezer, and so on. You'd miss seeing Jean's tattoos so often, but were sure you'd have your small chances off set. 

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"Feels the same, honestly." 

You exhale, watching as Jean drops all of your luggages down by the door to the bedroom. The two of you would be sharing a large suite, as your producers and what-not had booked. 

You hang up your fur coat in the closet, and kick off your shoes, taking a glance around the suite with a dazed look.

"Wonder if they still have the record player, I brought that one album you liked and a few others just in case. I wanna have a few people over some night we aren't busy, probably while you and the ladies are out." Jean tells you, laughing softly as you press a kiss to his cheek and stand by him. 

"Cool. I hope they do too, I also wanted to hopefully get out with you sometime. We start filming again tomorrow right? Since it's Monday, y'know." You begin, looking around before stepping into the living room and opening the sliding doors to the balcony just to peek out.

"I guess. Dinner is at six thirty, it's only five o' clock." Jean says, looking at you as he makes his way to your side, leaning on a bit of the door, crossing his arms and looking at you. 

"Is this an offer to fuck so you can torture me for the rest of the evening?" You question him, raising your eyebrows as your lips curve into a small smile.

"It can be if you really want." He smirks at you, and you roll your eyes, mouthing a small 'fine' before pointing to the bedroom door, and he jumps off quickly. 

In no way would you be ruining the couch neither of you had either sat in yet right away. Either way, you had just fucked on a plane and as noted, missed the feeling of a bed if you had to be painfully honest. 

On your way to the room, you begin to unbutton the blouse you had changed into after a long nap on the jet.

You toss the piece of clothing to the floor next to the bed, eyeing Jean as he slides his shirt off messily, nearly struggling, of which you laugh at him for. After doing so, he sits down on the bed, and you crawl on top of him, taking a quick notice of the half-closed curtains.

Jean shifts backwards just a little bit so he was more sitting on the small of his back, holding you up so you were on his lap better. It seemed generally uncomfortable, but he was strong, and it didn't bother him whatsoever.

His personalized record vinyl was playing, 80s sensual, another one of his favorite genres that he liked to screw around with or just listen to for fun, and you liked it yourself.

Taking his jaw, you let your fingers roam his skin for a moment or so before pressing your lips onto his, and swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, in which he hums in delight and grants you access.

With a small sigh, you begin a slow grind on his waist, pushing him further onto the bed so he was on his back, and he wasn't as much practically about to slide off of the bed, and you move your lips down his lips, to his jaw, and around his neck, making sure to leave marks.

Jean's hand slides around your back as his other goes to your hips, helping you with your grind, already growing hard underneath you whilst he unclips your bra, throwing it elsewhere. His hands were soon to lift you to pull down your pants then grab and squeeze at your ass.

You moan into his mouth as you reattach your lips to his, and he flips the two of you over, lifting your waist up into his having you wrap your arms around his neck loosely, yet keeping close.

"Baby." Jean says softly as he pulls away, pressing a few kisses to your cheek before looking you into the eyes, and you do the same. "I wanna try something with you, kay?" 

'Here we go.' You speak to yourself mentally, once again internally bracing yourself to find out what Jean had in that mind of his. He didn't always have the best ideas for things outside of sex, but you honestly trusted him with shit like this.

All you could really say was, "Go ahead," And he did his magic.

 It was then, in a matter of moments, you were both switched again so you were still on top of him but he had a good grip on your thighs from behind, and your face was near his erection. God.

You press the palm of your hand against his bulge, and he lets out a shallow gasp as you begin to rub the spot lightly before moving to unzip his pants only for two of his fingers to slide up your covered clit. 

That was pretty much enough to get the two of you going, and he moves to pull down your panties, once more squeezing the flesh of your ass before pressing a small, breathy kiss to your pussy.

You, on the other hand, took your time to get his dick out of his pants, and once it was, you gently wrapped your fingers around his length and stroked him up and down slowly. Taking a quick move, you lick the tip of his cock and speed up the motions of your hand.

His breathing began to grow heavier and more frantic in the slightest, pressing his tongue to your pussy and licking a good long on your slit, squeezing your thighs as you gather your spit and licking up and down his shaft.

Carefully, you begin to move your head up and down his cock, the two of you releasing the smallest of breathy moans into the airy room.

It took you a good bit to gather control of your sloppy actions, and once you were used to it everything felt much more pleasurable. Either way he was already stuffing you full of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat all while he slid his tongue around your folds and moaned into your cunt, dripping for him.

You pay attention to what you were doing, continuing to jack him off, stroking him slowly then quickly at certain moments, watching as pre-cum began to ooze from his tip, and lick it off slowly, hearing his grunt from behind you

He was then soon to twitch in your hand, and you take that as your sign to stuff all of him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length a few more times before he finally releases into your mouth, breathing heavily into your pussy.

You could feel how he shivered under you, and how his moan racks almost his entire body, and god was it good. With a smirk, you take him out of your mouth as a bit more cum begins to spill from his tip, and hits your face.

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you too lick your lips and jack him off a few more times, taking your time with him although you both needed to get ready to leave soon.

Jean's fingers were soon to slide into your cunt, easing into a quick pace as he thrusted them in and out of you, feeling the wetness of your core as he pushed in then right back out, slowing down occasionally.

At this point you were already clenching round his fingers, and getting close to your orgasm, but before you could release Jean pulled you by your hips so you were sitting more on his face, and he could get a better taste, grabbing your hands and locking them behind your back, moans falling from your tongue.

You surely would be stumbling on your way to dinner, and that was a known fact by now.

( published 7/2/21 )

omg I have not updated in a while!! and also this is gonna be the last long smut
for a few chapters since I had no motivation to write all that 34+35 for a singular
chapter, but anyways I'm looking forward to writing the girls night and next chapter
with the cast dinnerrrr 

also like they need to stop fucking in a bed y'all need a bathroom stall or something like honestly, and if y'all could go check out my other jean fic 'American idiot' that would be wicked, its a summer camp/college au since I couldn't help myself

my insta - @sh4wtybae03