Jean's hand on your lower back was distracting.
The cool metal of his rings brushing against your bare skin was a sharp contrast compared to the heat of your body.
You were positive he was doing it on purpose, too. Keeping his hand there as he led you through the streets of downtown, using it as an anchor to pull you this way and that as he weaved around the occasional person.
Or maybe he just wanted to touch you.
He'd always been flirty like that.
Swinging an arm around your shoulder, brushing hands as you walked side by side, even playing footsies under the table in the library with you as a joke.
But this felt different.
Even tonight at dinner, when he had kept a firm grip on your thigh, or ran his fingers almost all the way up to your hip, his attitude had taken on a new tone.
It almost felt possessive.
Even now, as he led you to god knows where, you couldn't help but notice how much you looked like an actual couple, walking side by side with the tall boy, those long fingers still occasionally running up and down your spine.
Damn Annie and this backless dress.
"What are you grinning about?", Jean asked, that goofy grin of his adorning his lips.
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about", you teased.
There it was again. That small blush that tinted his cheeks whenever you complimented him. He tried to hide it. But it never escaped you.
"Mhm, keep your secrets. I'll find out one way or another."
"Oh yea? How you planing on that?"
"Oh I have lots of ideas. Most of them end with you-"
Jean paused mid sentence in order to yank you out of the way of an opening door that you were passing as a couple people poured out. The boy gave the group of people a nasty glare, before the two of you continued on your way.
Looking up at him, Jean still looked pretty pissed. What was up with that lately? Nothing had even happened. After all, you were the one not looking where you were going.
"Hey, are you okay?", you asked.
"Huh? What, yea I'm fine", he answered, shaking off his glare that he had been wearing for most of the night. And now that you were thinking about it, for the last couple weeks, actually.
Had he always been this irritable?
"Alright.. so where are going? It's somewhere good right?"
"We're gonna go sell your kidney, remember?", he deadpanned. "Or should we do your brain instead, you amnesiac", he teased with a flick to your forehead.
"No, we should definitely do my kidney. My brain is probably worth, like, $2."
"$2? Really? I was thinking more like $1.50", he laughed.
You shut him up by back handing his chest, although it only seemed to make him laugh harder.
"Alright, jeany boy, where are we going after we hit the black market?"
Jean raised his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. He almost looked nervous. As if he was scared you wouldn't like his idea.
It only made you smile, though. You loved it, actually. How he wore a flirty bad boy persona, but in reality he got easily flustered and nervous over the small things.
"Uh, there's one of those drive in movie theaters not too far away. You know, the kind where you stay in the car and sit in the trunk and stuff. Figured we could get some snacks and shit and go see if they have anything good playing." He looked down at you to gauge your reaction. "Only if you want to though!"
God, just seeing you looking up at him with those eyes.. He'd managed to keep his cool all through dinner, and now he had to go and get nervous?!
Hell, he had finally gotten you all to himself, and what if you didn't want to watch a movie? He knew for damn sure he didn't want to watch a movie. He just wanted to kiss you. Hell, he'd always wanted to kiss you, but tonight, he really wanted to.
Touching your back, and your thighs wasn't enough. He wanted to help you out of that pretty little dress. He had a pretty good idea of what you looked like underneath, but he was sick of imagining it. Damnit, sitting there and listening to you talk with Mikasa all fucking night had pissed him off so much, he just wanted to throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of the restaurant.
Wait.. Mikasa? Where did that come from?
"Alright, you got yourself a deal. But only if we get sour patch kids."
Relief flooded through Jean's chest.
"Okay, but you have to eat all of the yellow ones."
You gasped, and placed a hand over your chest, feigning shock. "You sir.. you are cruel."
He laughed at this. He wanted to make some snarky remark, but he held back.
"Come on, pretty girl. Cars this way", he said, gesturing down the street, where an SUV was parked.
"I didn't know you had a car."
"Yea, almost never drive it since I can pretty much walk anywhere I need to go."
As the two of you approached the car, a thought occurred.
"Wait, Jean, we can't go like this", you said gesturing down to the silky material of your dress, and then giving the jacket of his suit a gentle tug.
Well, fuck, Jean thought. There goes my fantasy of helping her out of that dress.
"Well as much as I like this dress on you, I guess I can let you borrow some sweatpants", he teased. "We gotta stop by the house to get a few things, anyways."
After a quick stop by the frat house, you and Jean hastily changed into comfier clothes, the boy letting you borrow a pair of his sweatpants and a sweatshirt. On the way out, Jean had grabbed a hand full of blankets and pillows, and thrown them in the trunk of his car, while you jumped in the passenger seat like a little kid ready to go on an adventure.
Another stop was made at the gas station, in which you and Jean both rushed inside, picking up a handful of snacks and drinks, Jean stopping for a second to throw a bag of sour patch kids at your head. You were pretty sure the cashier thought you were drunk with the way the two of you were playing around like children.
Finally, you and Jean pulled into the drive in movie theater.
There were only a handful of other cars there. Most of them were trucks, with people sitting in the back. Some of them were small cars, with people laid out on the hoods, covered in blankets. And a couple of them were SUVs, like Jean's car, with the trunk opened, and people laying in the back. You figured that's what Jean had planned, too.
Your suspicions were confirmed when Jean backed his car in, and hopped out, opening the trunk. You quickly followed. You helped Jean lay the back seats down flat, and then fill the trunk with an assortment of blankets and pillows, arranging them so that it would be comfortable to lay down.
Jean grabbed the snacks, and drinks and tossed them in the trunk as well, before climbing in himself.
"Whatcha waitin for? The movies about to start!", he said as he settled into the pillows, watching you as you removed your shoes.
After tossing your shoes on the ground, you climbed in after him.
"Pfft, like I don't know how Finding Nemo starts", you scoffed.
Jean watched as you crawled over the blankets and pillows and finally nestled into the spot beside him. You looked so cute in his clothes. Forget the dress, this was much better.
He refrained from touching you. Not yet, at least. He tried to ignore the fact that you were only a few inches away from him, and instead focused on the movie as the intro started playing.
As the movie started, you grabbed the bag of sour patch kids, tearing it open with your teeth. You poured a few out into your hand, and remembering Jean's earlier comment, you picked out all of the yellow ones.
"Open", you whispered, nudging Jean's cheek, who was intensely watching the movie.
The boy opened his mouth, still not taking his eyes off the screen, and you dropped the lemon flavored candy into it.
Jean's face twisted into a sour expression, and you laughed like a psychopath as he reached for his drink.
"I hate you", he whispered, his grin betraying him.
You were still doubled over with laughter, probably disrupting the nearby cars, even though Jean had parked a good ways away from the other people.
Jean couldn't help but laugh himself, once he rinsed the lemon flavor off of his tongue, but he had to reach a hand over and clamp it over your mouth to shut you up when someone from another car shouted "shut the fuck up!".
It continued like this for most of the movie. You and Jean would feed each other snacks, you would make a joke about Nemo, Jean would check before you put anymore candy in his mouth, because he hated anything lemon flavored.
Nearing the end of the film, Jean suddenly leaned over you, like he was examining the remaining snacks you had on your side.
"Did you eat all of the skittles?", he asked, his body still hovering over yours.
"Yup", you answered, popping the p. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Jean didn't answer you. He was just.. looking at you.
His eyes met yours, and then flicked down to your lips, before returning to your gaze. Like he was asking permission.
You smiled up at him from where you laid, cocking your head to the side. Your grin was devious.
"You got something to say to me, Kirstein?"
Jean gulped, hard. What was he supposed to say? Uh yea, I've been looking for an opportunity to kiss you all night. No way!
Luckily for him, you took the initiative.
You reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down so that his lips met yours.
Jean's mind clouded over as you pulled his bottom lip in between your teeth. Damn, he'd always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.
Jean shook off his brain fog, and adjusted himself so that his elbows rested on either side of your head. Using one hand, he grabbed your jaw, opening your mouth just enough so that he could slip his tongue in.
"Was wondering when you were gonna grow a pair", your breathed through the kiss. You couldn't resist teasing him.
"Watch it", he warned, biting down on your bottom lip to prove his point.
Jean poured his emotions into the kiss. Mostly it was lust, but for some reason, it felt angry, too. Like he had a point to prove.
Your hands wandered from Jean's neck, down to his abdomen. You greedily slid your hands under the thick material of his sweatshirt, tracing the ridges of his muscles underneath.
The contact seemed to spur Jean on, drawing an unsteady breath from his mouth, as if he had been dying to feel your fingertips graze his skin.
You dragged your fingernails back down his sides, eliciting a shiver from the boy, as he unlatched his mouth from yours, lowering it to your neck instead, placing gentle kisses down the column of your throat.
"Pretty girl", he breathed against your skin, one of his hands making its way underneath the sweatshirt you wore.
Months upon months of sexual tension were finally being put into action. Jean felt like he was on cloud-9. Tasting your skin was like taking a hit of heroin. Once he started he couldn't stop.
This was a new side of Jean, and you liked it. He'd never acted on his words before. Not really. The feeling of his hands inching up your stomach, and his knee pressed in between your legs was driving you crazy.
"Jean", you panted. "The door.. trunk.. thing", you rambled, remembering that you were still technically outside, and very visible to other people.
The boy hummed against your neck, right under your jawline, before he pulled away and sat up. Jean quickly closed the trunk, before settling on his knees, and running a hand through his now messy hair.
He hesitated a moment before asking. "You sure?"
You nodded your head at the boy, delighting in how pretty he looked lips swollen, and eyes half lidded.
Jean crawled back over to you, taking your chin in his hand, as he returned his lips to yours, adjusting his position so that he could kiss you deeper.
"Lift your arms for me", he ordered.
You did as he asked, allowing Jean to remove the sweatshirt under which you were wearing nothing, having not worn a bra with your dress earlier this evening.
Jean laid you back down, lips attached to your newly exposed collarbones as he slowly made his way down to your breasts. You gasped when he pulled the tip of your breast into his mouth, using his hand on your back to arch your chest towards him.
Running your fingers through his hair, you pulled at his roots, dragging a moan from the boy on top of you.
As Jean focused on marking your chest, you gathered his sweatshirt in your hands, attempting to free him of his clothes as well. He complied, allowing you to lift the material over his head, and throw it somewhere out of sight in the car.
Next were your pants, followed by his. Jean breathed heavily as your fingers skimmed the waistband of his boxers, teasing him where his body needed you most right now.
But he pushed that aside. There was something else he wanted to do first.
Jean's hands spread your legs, pinning each knee to the ground, as his mouth made its way down your stomach, his teeth teasing you every now and then.
"Can I?", he mumbled.
"Mhm", you hummed, completely focused on his thumb rubbing little circles over the inside over your thigh. Just as it had at dinner.
He placed a kiss over your clothed sex, not having removed your underwear yet. That contact alone made your breath hitch.
"Someone's sensitive", he cooed.
"You're one to talk", you bit back, your hands making their way into his hair as he finally moved your underwear to the side.
You felt his tongue first. The hot muscle descending on you in little flicks and twirls. Then came his lips as he sucked and tasted you.
He experimented, trying to figure out exactly what movement of his tongue would elicit the most noise from your mouth. He didn't care about his own throbbing erection. He was perfectly happy where he was, your hands gripping onto his hair, legs bucking beneath his hold.
He drew your clit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling playfully when your back arched off of the floor, giving Jean the most heavenly view.
"Please. Don't stop. Don't"
The boy hummed in obedience, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you.
You fisted his hair hard, drawing what could only be described as a whimper from Jean's mouth.
Jean took note of how your head tipped back, chin pointed towards the ceiling. You looked so pretty like that.
More cries and moans escaping your lips led Jean to believe you were close, and he was proved correct when despite his hand hold on your legs, your thighs broke free and tried to close on his head.
The boy didn't mind, in fact, he took it as a sign that he was doing well.
Jean continued his assault on your clit as your orgasm washed over you, the pleasure ripping through your body in waves.
The feeling of you holding on to his hair for dear life, hearing you whining and crying out just for him filled a void he didn't even know he had. He took so much pleasure in making you feel good, in feeling you come undone beneath him.
Jean took his time, licking and kissing away all evidence of your orgasm, and peppering little kisses over your thighs before he sat up on his knees once more.
"Aw, no snarky comment?", he asked watching as your chest rose and fell heavily.
"Shut up." You laid with an arm covering your eyes, the only thing visible to the blonde was your smile.
After giving yourself a few more seconds to breath, you sat up, and pushed Jean back so that he sat against the wall of the car.
"I think the movie ended", you whispered, nibbling on the boy's ear as you straddled his lap.
"Aww shit. Did we miss Nemo and Marlin's reunion? Thats my favorite part", he whined, tilting his head to give you access to the curve of his neck.
"I think everyone left."
Jean's hands found their way to your ass, grabbing and squeezing as he hissed from the sensation of your teeth marking his shoulder.
"Why are you still wearing these?", you asked, snapping the elastic waistband of his boxers against his skin.
Jean kissed you again, one hand pressing your body into his, the other wrapped around your torso, firmly grasping your hip.
"You're sitting on my lap, dumbass."
"I'll get off if you say please", you teased him again, grinding your hips against the bulge in his boxers. The action resulted in a deep groan from the boy.
"Or", Jean pulled his mouth away from yours, and flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion. "I could just do that."
It was Jean's turn now to grind his clothes erection against your sex, the tightness of his underwear starting to become uncomfortable.
"Tell me what you want." He grabbed both of your hands pinning them above your head, reveling in the shock that registered in your gaze based on the sudden shift in his demeanor.
"You", you said breathlessly.
"Nuh uh", he shook his head, his blonde locs brushing your forehead due to the proximity. "Not good enough. Tell me what you want."
He wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to know that you wanted this as much as he did. That he wasn't the only one that felt like an addict here, an addict that had been deprived of their substance.
And you did. You wanted him so bad. You knew Jean, but his touch? That was foreign to you. And it was territory you were dying to explore.
"Touch me Jean. Please. Fuck me, please", you begged, giving him exactly what he wanted.
Exactly what he craved.
A/N:
Before you say ANYTHING, this chapter gave me such bad writers block, and I literally could not think of any movie other than Finding Nemo. Yes, it makes me laugh to think about them doing the dirty with that playing in the background, DON'T COME FOR ME!!
Now, I feel like this is important to say, seeing as I have a lot of people rooting for Jean in the comments. At this point in the story, you should be suspicious of both Jean and Eren's relationships with y/n.
Neither boy is perfect. They both have their flaws.
And just to clarify, again, y/n is still not in a relationship with either boy. She does possess feelings for both, but she has made no commitments, and the boys both understand this.
On a completely separate note, I feel that Jean gives of major switch energy. Feel free to argue with me in the comments, but you will not change my mind :)
Lastly, I just wanted to thank you guys for sticking with me as I write this story! Looking back at my first few chapters, and comparing them to my last few, I can really see a huge difference in my writing. None of that would have been possible if I didn't have you guys' support! <33