Touch - (JeanxFem!Reader)

Dark clouds rolled overhead, casting the watch tower in shadow, hiding the moon from the gazes of two soldiers below. Booming thunder made the earth shake. Or maybe that was just the titans in the distance.

Jean didn't feel afraid. It was too late for that. Death would be a release from this hell. He turned his head, golden eyes skimmed over you, his closest friend. You noticed and took his hand, lacing your fingers through his with a soft smile on your perfect lips.

He knew that there was no coming back from meeting you. You had arrived along with most of the other cadets and his hopeless crush on Mikasa had been forgotten. You scared him, with the way your eyes seemed to level him with a single glance and his heart froze when you walked into a room. It took him a while to manage to be his cocky self around you and flirt inappropriately. He remembered wishing that it was a simple crush that would go away. But two years passed and it didn't fade and that made him frustrated.

So here he was, alone with this amazing human being.


He stared at you, having made his decision. He brought his hand to the back of your neck and lowered his lips to meet yours. You gasped in surprise, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth as his free hand pressed the small of your back, bringing you closer to him. He squeezed his eyes shut, slender fingers gently moving through your (h/c) hair. To his surprise, you melted into his warm embrace, small hands skimming up over his chest to his shoulders, inviting him to deepen his kiss.

His aim was to be romantic, but your acceptance of his actions lit a fire in his veins and made his head spin. God, you were intoxicating. He growled into your lips, nipping your lower lip and brushing his own against your jaw to your neck as you sighed. You gripped his jacket tightly and allowed your head to droop backwards, leaving your neck vulnerable.

He nibbled and kissed your perfect skin, relishing in every small gasp and whimper he drew from your lips. He skimmed his fingers down your spine and back up, loving the way you shuddered against him.

His hands ghosted along your sides, down to grip the back of your thighs as he lifted your small frame off the ground. His arousal was now obvious, but he didn't care. Your hands flew to his copper hair, gripping it as you kept your lips locked on his, legs wrapped around his waist. He smirked as he drew another whimper from your lips when his bulge brushed against your core.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he took in your flushed face and your bruised lips. "I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," He said hoarsely.

Your (e/c) eyes were lidded with lust as he shivered under the fingertips that continued to stroke through his hair, "Should have done it sooner."