Attack on Titan Seven Minutes in Heaven

Jean

       Jean snorted.

"Looks like it's you and me, Kid."

You blushed in response. "I'm not a kid, don't call me that."

You both stood up as Connie led you to the closet, closing the door behind you. For what seemed like forever, you sat in silence.

Finally Jean spoke, in his usual asshole tone. "So, (Y/n), do you maybe want to... make out?"

Was he really just going to be that blunt about it? You decided to tease him a little. You walked over to him, placing a hand on his chest. You could only see his outline in the dim light.

       "Mmm, what do you want to do, Jean?" You said in a seductive manner. You moved your other hand up to his neck, resting it on the side. You could feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed nervously.

"Heh, I-I'm cool with whatever I guess..." he backed away from you a little, but there was little room, as he backed right into the wall.

You made a pouty face, even thought you knew he couldn't see it. This was a little out of your comfort zone, as you had a huge crush on the sandy blonde.

You turned around so your back was to him, and slowly leaned into him. You could feel that he was at least a little hard, so you pushed your butt into him harder.

        What happened to his confidence? He was usually always flirty... unless...

       You began to sit up and apologize, when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back towards him aggressively. He let out a low groan as he did so, and you couldn't help but whimper a bit.

       He moved his hips against you in a way that practically forced you to moan. It was out of your control. It was like he couldn't keep it in any longer. This was the Jean you knew.

       "How do you like that, huh?" He said while panting. He reached one hand down and started to press softly. The other made its way up your body, and found itself on your breast, squeezing lightly.

       Your legs were getting weak, and no words would come out. All you could do was let out  groans and whines.

       "J-Jean... just like that..." you pleaded. He clearly liked what he heard, because he leaned down and began to kiss your neck, leaving small bites as he searched for your soft spot.

       When he couldn't find it from the back, he growled. It was sexy. He stopped kissing you and took his hands off you. Before you could complain about lack of contact, he quickly flipped around you and pushed your back against the wall.

      You tried to gasp, but it was cut off by Jean kissing you passionately. You had always figured he would be too aggressive, or use too much tongue or something, but he was perfect. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

      He stood with his hands on your shoulders, squeezing tightly, but not enough to hurt you. You moved your hands as far up as they could, and placed them on his toned chest.

       After a bit he pulled away, letting you breathe finally. You both stood panting, in silence once again. He was looking away from you, even though it was hard to see anyway.

       "Jean?" You finally said, hoping he would explain what just happened. When he didn't, you shook his grasp and placed a hand on his cheek. It was very warm.

       You felt his face turn when he looked back at you. The hand still on his chest could feel him breathing heavily still, when he should have caught his breath by now.