Not so innocent 🔞 | arminxreader

Desperation 🍋

AN— I'm not even gonna say anything because I will just ruin it 🙄🙄 this shit is about to get real I'm telling u!!

🔞Warning!! Anyone not interested in reading the "Jean parts" skip this chapter (I'm purposely ending it when the smut ends so the next chapter can just be carried on from there)

You and Jean stumbled, both giggling as the alcohol sunk in, struggled to carry both Connie and Sasha back to their dorms. They both stayed in the same corridor as you, meaning it wouldn't be long before you could also collapse and pass out in bed as you were already very tired.

You dropped Connie back to his dorm first, leaving him on his bed in his suit with the covers kind of just covering his bottom half. Yes he did try run out of the room multiple times to tackle Jean, but he soon wore himself out, obliging and falling asleep soundly in his now wrinkled shirt.

Then was Sasha, which wouldn't be anywhere near as tedious as Connie as she was already asleep in both your and jean's arms. The only down side was her sleepy body was complete dead weigh for the both of you. Once placing her into bed, you tucked her in properly as you knew she didn't like the cold one bit. You smiled down at her, she still somehow looked pretty even though her lipstick was all messed up from that wine she was chugging.

Jean waited outside out of respect for Sasha, just incase he'd see something he shouldn't of. You thought that was quite a sweet thing of him to do. You left her to sleep, shutting the heavy birch door gently behind you. "I'll walk you back to your dorm." Jean said in a tired, husky voice. "Thank you for helping Jean." You smiled up at him, reminding you of how tall this man really was. His messy dirty blonde hair draping down just over his eyebrows slightly.

"It's no problem at all, it was quite funny." He replied with a light chuckle i between 'it was'. Sometimes you forget what a kind heart Jean really had, he deserved someone just a kind as himself one day.

You both giggled and chattered as you stumbled back to your room, you could see the dark courtyard from the end of the open corridor as you reached your door. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or if you just imagined it, but you swore you saw a woman's figure standing in the courtyard, which was only visible from the moons feeble glow. However, when you turned your head back to look, no one was there.

"Are you ok?" Jean asked, realising you seemed a bit on edge, "yeah, yeah don't worry I'm fine, I think the alcohols just getting to me now." You laughed, placing a hand on your forehead to ease you dizziness, trying to put your mind at easy. Considering you fight Titans on a regular basis, you weren't sure why that presence standing there made you feel so uneasy. But you decided to ignore it.

You opened your door, not realising Jean followed you inside, but when you did notice, you didn't particularly care. "Jean it's late, you sure you wanna stay up any longer?" You said in an quaint and innocent manner. "Y/n.." he started, he walked closer to where you stood, just infront of your desk, resting your lower body lazily against the hard wood beneath you.

"I have a feeling you and armin will eventually work things out," Jean conintued, stopping just inches from your face. You began to feel that same tension from earlier as you struggled to look up at Jean, fumbling around with your empty hands to occupy your view. "Look at me." He interrupted himself, gently holding your chin in his index finger and thumb to lift your gaze up to meet his, his hazel eyes half lidded as he stared back at you.

"If you and armin do sort this all out, I might never get a chance like this again. I have no intention to keep the two of you apart and that's why I'm trying my best to stop my self from telling you how I feel but.." he took a deep breath, "let me have you, just for tonight." He said as he let his breath back out through his nose nervously, his words almost sounded like a whine or a wince, you couldn't deny you wanted to see the other side of him too, even just slightly. his eyelids lowering as the sight of your flustered face, even that was enough to arouse him.