My Secret Savior (Jean x Reader) (modern)

Chapter 13

The second day in the mountain house passed really quickly. I decided to do some trekking with Eren, Mikasa and Sasha and we all arrived to a hut and eat our lunch there. Sasha ordered so many things that we believed she would have never been able to go back to our house.
I also noticed how Mikasa was really attached to Eren. She was obviously in love with him and, even if he tried to deny it, I knew that she was corresponded. I was happy for them and also I was feeling kinda amused by the fact that Jean couldn't be her boyfriend. I wanted revenge and seeing that he was suffering just like me was making me happy.
I spent all my day with those three human cases then I led back to the house just in time for an afternoon snack.
We all ate together a sweet cake that Hitch prepared during the morning since she refused to go out and do trekking or a walk.
Jean was often with his eyes on me, like if he was controlling me, but that morning I promised to myself to not make any eye contact with him, otherwise it would have been all worthless.

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This part of the chapter contains scenes of alcoholism and physical touching. Be careful and if you don't want to read it skip to the next chapter.

During the evening we dediced to prepare a barbecue outside. Sasha was all exited and Connie was singing what he called 'camp songs' with a little ukulele he brought from the city. He had a pretty good voice and hearing him wasn't really bothersome. At first. But when he started to get used to the singing and after drinking an exaggerated quantity of wine, he started to become a bit annoying. So much that Sasha had to shut him up with a piece of meat put forcefully in his mouth.
During dinner I talked with the black haired girl named Mina. She was pretty nice and she was a good company. I don't think we actually became friends but we surely enjoyed our time together.

After dinner we all decided to go to sleep. Sasha took care of the drunk Connie, pulling him into his room. Hitch informed me that she wanted to do a night walk with her boyfriend so I've been left alone in my room. I changed in my pyjama and brushed my unkempt hair before leading to my bed.

I was about to let myself fall on my comfy bed and slide under the sheets when I heard a strange noise at the door of the room, like if someone had just fallen against it.
I quickly walked towards the wooden door and opened it, just to find a drunk Jean with a bottle of wine in his hand.
His hair were messy and his cheeks were coloured intense red.
"J-Jean!" I exclaimed. I was worried.
Jean was keeping up his body by placing a hand on the wall.
"Y/N..." he moaned, looking at me with his hazel drunk eyes.
"Why did you drink so much?! Have you seen your state?!" I exclaimed.
Jean shrugged.
I sighed in worry.
"Come inside" I said, taking him by his arm and pulling him inside my room.
Jean started to murmur some words in French that I didn't understand.
"Sit down" I said, pushing him by his shoulders to make him sit on my bed.
He continued to speak casually in French before raising the arm that was holding the bottle and drinking from the spout.
"Stop drinking!" I exclaimed, taking the  bottle from his hands while a trickle of wine was falling from the edge of his mouth.
I put the almost finished bottle on my night table then I turned to look at him.
"Jean, I don't know why you drank so much but now you have to remain there" since he seemed not to listen to me I walked towards him and grabbed his face between my hands, making him look at me "I'll go downstairs and I will bring you a glass of water, ok?"
Jean nodded a bit, looking deeply in my eyes. He was in a bad condition but his hazel eyes looking into mine were making my heart racing. I wanted to kiss him right there, right now. His face was already between my hands, I had nothing to do than closing my eyes and letting my lips meet his. But I couldn't.

I let go of his face and grabbed the wine bottle.
"I'll take this" I said, before going downstairs to take a glass of water for Jean.

I left the bottle of wine on the dining table and took the water, then I moved again upstairs. It was almost midnight or maybe even later and I was a bit sleepy but I couldn't go to bed with that drunk man in my room.
I opened the door and entered inside.
"I brought you water. Make sure to drink-"
I couldn't finish.

My mouth had been blocked by a pair of lips on me. Two big hands were sweetly holding my face and a pair of closed eyes were the only thing I could see.
I lost the grip of the glass and I heard it break into thousands pieces on the ground, the cold water inside started to slip in every direction until it reached my bare feet, making them contract. But the water on the floor wasn't my biggest problem.
Jean was actually kissing me. I could feel the taste of wine on his lips and his sweaty hands holding my face with softness. I had my eyes wide opened in shock.

Jean's mouth opened, letting his tongue come out and slip into my mouth. The wine flavour was now inside me and on my tongue and I was feeling drunk just by tasting it. My heart was beating like crazy. I knew it was wrong but I wanted to kiss him back. I really wanted...

I raised my arms to pull him away but before I could do anything Jean stopped by himself.
He didn't look at me but he put his head on my shoulder, letting his hair caress the skin of my back, making me shiver. He didn't remain in that position for long. He raised his head up and hid his face on my neck, between my jaw and my clavicle.
I shivered even more as his nose started to caress the skin of my neck, up and down. He started to kiss my neck gently and I could feel his beard hair tickle my skin.
My legs started to tremble. It would have been a good situation if he wasn't drunk...

Jean started to kiss my neck more intensely, putting one of his hands on my waist and the other behind my head to hold me close to him. I moaned. Fuck you, Jean Kirschtein...
I raised my arms and grabbed the collar of his shirt. I wasn't recognizing anymore what was right and what was wrong.
"J-Jean..." I murmured.
"Mh?" he just said, without stopping from kissing me.
"You are drunk..." I whispered.
Instead of answering me, Jean licked my neck, making me moan again.
"Y/N..." be whispered.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"déshabille moi"

I widened my eyes, coming back to reality. I was really lucky of being able to understand some French since I studied it in high school. He had literally just asked me to undress him.
"I won't" I said, pulling him away from me, while I could feel my cheeks burning.
Jean gave me a pair of puppy eyes. Goddam...
"Don't look at me like that!" I exclaimed, looking angrily at him "why did you even get drunk?!" I asked.
Jean shrugged again, looking away. He was faking to didn't know the reason, I was sure he perfectly knew it. He just didn't want to say it.
"I'll go downstairs again to get another glass of water. Now, remain there!" I exclaimed, pointing at my bed with my finger.
Jean didn't answer but I moved anyway towards the door.

I was about to leave when Jean hugged me from behind, making me stop.
"What's up now?" I asked.
Jean moved his head to make his mouth reach the height of my ear. He didn't say anything at first, I could just feel his breath against my skin.
After what seemed an eternity, he talked.
"Je t'aime" he murmured.