UNCAGED SOUL || Attack on Titan x Reader

Need Your Love || Eren Yeager

Pt. 6 of "Unchained Melody" Mini-Series

WARNING! This chapter contains mature content such as sexual intercourse and dubious consent. May not be suitable for all.

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"Mhn... Where are we?"

Your words were a bit slurred, your eyes kept asking you to just let it shut but you didn't want to, not yet. "You smell so good."

It was still nice like this. As you pushed your face at the crook of his neck, scenting the way his perfume diffused perfectly on his skin. The familiar tonka beans spread out with a hint of cloves that urged you to take a deep breath. And at that, you smiled. Fully aware of who was the one carrying you from the basement to your apartment.

"We are home." His husky voice was enough to make you nuzzle closer. Not wanting to lean away because to you now, he was home. "We should clean up, princess."

Jean gently laid your body down on the couch, but you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, getting quite clingy. He was a bit surprised, eyes blinking before he just knelt beside you, letting you get whatever you wanted right now. And he was grateful that you wanted his company. "Hey, princess?"

You only let out a hum. Sleepiness mixed with alcohol was never a great match, and he chuckled as you whined all of a sudden, still in your semi-drunken state.

"What? D-Do not call me and then brush it off!"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry."

He patted your arm, now regretting his choice to hit the bar before going home since you still had class tomorrow. Here you were. With your hair dishevelled, eyes droopy, breath reeking with alcohol and yet still managed to look so ethereal.

After the last performance, he could feel your body stiffen up once in a while. You were fine the whole time with him keeping you warm and safe in his embrace. But after that, the things that clouded your mind came back, and it was the one that made you feel so far and detached. And Jean didn't like that.

He had a mission to take your mind off things, wanting you to just have fun without your harsh past catching up to you. You never shared too much about it, but he knew you once had a relationship, something that crashed and burned eventually. Something where you often thought if maybe it could have been fixed.

And up until now, he often wondered what kind of dickhead would let you slip from their fingers?

"Jean..." You nuzzled closer, humid breath fanning his neck by now. It sent electricity into his body, making his pulse beat so much faster than before because somehow, you sounded so — "It's so hot." — needy.

He tried to brush it off, thinking that maybe he was the one who hallucinated things. But of course, he picked up some of the signs ever since you sat there on the passenger seat. He was unsure whether it was appropriate for him to keep his gaze on you or not, because fuck, he could see it all.

You had been whimpering and let out such an adorable whine as you fell asleep on the way back. It started as a delightful sight, especially when you sounded like you were scolding someone even when you were still unconscious. He found it cute, your little expressive mumble.

But then your thighs pressed together, whine turned into a moan and Jean Kirstein could only sit there, contemplating what kind of obstruction he had to tackle. He thanked the deity when you stopped, heavy breathing came back to normal as a gentle snore filled the compact space of the car.