I'd spent the past month alone, just like when I first arrived in that time. Eren and Armin had stopped interacting with me. Eren must have told Armin about what happened. I started shutting down. I just wanted to go home. Life there wasn't fun or exciting anymore. I had nothing tying me down there, anymore. It was lunch. I took a big sip of water as Jean walked by. I was lonely, so I called out his name. He stopped and looked at me. "Y/N, you look like shit. What happened?" he asked. "I lost one person who loves me and another who I loved. I'm not having the best time here, to be honest," I explained. 

He sat down beside me, putting his tray on the table.

"Need some company?"

"Yeah, I really do."

He moved closer and threw an arm around my back. I rest my head on his broad shoulder. I felt like being alone and crying but really, being with others would probably improve my mood. Even though I was using him, it was for the better, I thought. Maybe I'd end up liking him. I closed my eyes. Jean saw Marco and waved him over. Marco came over, looking confused. "Jean?" he said quietly, standing before the table. Jean patted a spot beside him, telling him to sit with us. He agreed, with obvious hesitation. Marco walked over to the other side of Jean and sat down, placing his tray on the table. He sat there, awkwardly.

"The weather's nice today," Marco stated. I asked him if he wanted to hang out with Jean and I in my cabin during free time. I'd never officially invited Jean, but I figured I'd do so now. 

"We're hanging out? Since when?" Jean commented with a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Since now," I stated, 'Marco, you joining?" "S-Sure," he agreed. From that moment on, we all became friends.

At this point, several months had passed. Jean, Marco, and I had been hanging out together consistently, for the past couple of months. We were all pretty close, basically best friends. Marco was like an older brother to me and Jean was like my 'jock' boyfriend. Marco was always preventing Jean and I from developing a more intimate relationship. I guess he just cared about us. We were his friends, after all. It was currently free time and we were all in my cabin.

Jean and I were laying together in my bed and Marco was on the couch, reading a book. I was flirty with Jean, he was flirty with me as well. We'd quietly play footsies under the covers and giggle about it. Marco hadn't seemed to notice yet, or he just didn't said anything about it. I nudged his leg with mine and he wrapped his leg around it. I giggled.

"What are you guys doing?"

Marco sounded like a concerned parent.

"Nothing," I snickered. Marco rolled his eyes. I looked back at Jean who was hushing me. I had a huge grin across your face. I was going to make a move on him. I gently nudged his crotch with my leg. "Y-Y/N?" he whispered, his face flushed. He looked like a tomato. I snuck my hands under the covers down to his crotch, and fondled his growing bulge. He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to muffle any sounds he'd make. "Y/N, this isn't fair," he told me. I told him it was. "No it's not. You try keeping quiet while someone's touching you like that," he hissed. I unzipped his pants and played around with the hard erection through his boxers. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with both hands. The dinner bell rang. As I've said before, the bell always interrupts my intimate moments in life. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. Marco finished the page he was on in his book and marked his spot with a scrap piece of paper. Jean remained under the covers.

"Oh, Jean? Are you not coming?" I cooed playfully. He gave me a dirty look. Marco got up and put on his shoes. "Guys, I'm a bit tired. I need a few more minutes to get out of bed. I'll come to dinner when I'm more awake," Jean told us. Smooth. That was a close save. "Suit yourself," I replied. Marco and I walked out of the cabin and went to dinner while Jean lay there in my bed. "Well it's her fault," he growled to himself. He pulled off his pants and boxers down to his ankles then sat up in a sitting position. He took a big breath in then out and grabbed his boner. It had been a while since he'd last masturbated. He almost forgot what it felt like. He started off at a rapid pace. At this point, he wasn't doing it for pleasure. Erotic moans escaped his mouth and into the air as he jacked off aggressively. He could already feel his penis pulsing in his hand. Things weren't going as quickly as he would have liked, so he started to fantasize, hoping it would help. He imagined himself with me. I rode his hot prick as he degraded me.

"Y-Y/N..." he whined as in one last stroke he cummed hard into his hand. He lay back, panting raggedly. "Oh Y/N, you don't even know what you do to me," he whimpered. Jean wiped his hand off on my blanket. "Have fun cleaning that off," he snarled. He slipped his pants back on and ran out to the mess hall.