Crossing the lines between us || aot x reader

Illicit affairs

What events in your first year led you to the situations you find yourself in now.
flashback pt 3.

You were such a liar.

You told yourself countless times that what happened between you and Jean that night was a one time thing, and yet somehow you kept finding yourself in compromising positions with him. It had been going on for months now. Every once in a while you'd find yourself outside his apartment door, for one reason and one reason only.

You had developed some kind of addiction. You couldn't exactly figure out what it was at first. Initially you thought it was because you were lonely, you were still somewhat fresh out of your relationship with Floch. Then you thought it was just because the sex was good and finding tinder hookups was too awkward. Plus you were already so comfortable with Jean, it worked perfectly.

You were glad enough you had drawn a clear line come the fourth time you had found yourself tucked in to his arms. This was solely a friends with benefits type situation. You weren't looking for a relationship or a romance, this was purely just to let out any sexual frustration either of you could have been harboring.

It would also be kept a secret from Sasha and any of your other friends. You didn't want anyone to judge, neither did you want your friends to interfere and play matchmaker. You knew if Sasha was aware of what was happening she'd pull out her cupid's bow and play as Emma Woodhouse, like this was some sort of romantic comedy. Although it was eating you up inside not telling her everything, you felt guilty as hell, but it was better off this way.

If anything this little affair between you and Jean felt more exciting the longer you kept it secret.

Nothing seemed to have tremendously changed with your dynamic with Jean, in terms of friendship. Outside of the casual sex, the two of you still did things together like you normally would. You'd still hang out, outside of your secret rendez-vous. Things were still comfortable and you were glad for it.

Even on this night, you were both comfortably layed down on his couch as the two of you watched a movie. Maybe, you were slightly more intimately positioned than normal friends would have been, but that was fine. Neither of you minded the proximity to the other, and it was more comfortable to have him spoon behind you with you leant on his arm, than to sit on either side of the couch.

At least, that was the reasoning you kept giving yourself.

You turned your head slightly to look over at him, "you remember Mina, she asked me if I could set you two up. Would that be okay?"

"Sure, I guess," he shrugged, keeping his eyes locked on the TV.

He wasn't interested in Mina in the slightest. She was his type, she was too timid, her face was too round and she acted very childlike on a daily basis. But if he entertained the idea of seeing her for your sake, to make you happy, he could do it. He could feign interest in her for one night to appease you.

You reached your arm over to the coffee table, grabbing both of your phones. Quickly imputing Mina's number into Jean's, then tossed yours to the side, "I'll get it started for you," you said.

Jean nuzzled his chin against your shoulder to take a peek at what you were typing, while his hand slowly snuck between your thighs. His finger curved around your inner thigh, as his thumb made small strokes against your skin. It was a tentative touch, but you feigned ignorance as you hit send on the text message.

You were met with a reply not long later from Mina, "wow, she's a fast texter," you squealed excitedly.

Jean hummed into your shoulder, not paying the slightest bit attention to what you were doing on his phone. He left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, as his hand slowly snuck further up your thigh. While you were distracted while corresponding with Mina over text, Jean kept going. You felt his fingers drag over the fabric of shorts, then stop as they made contact with the skin of your stomach.