the way you changed me // Jean Kirstein x Female Reader

chapter 5 - little menace

(tw: adult language)

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Waking up to your phone aggressively buzzing on the side table next to you was the last thing you wanted to do.

After coming back from the club last night, conversation had all but faded. Half-asleep after the ride home in two separate taxis, everyone mumbled their goodnights that included a few slurred, drunken love confessions which by now have become a regular thing in your group. It was clear that none of you were functioning properly anymore, so without further objections, you all stumbled off to your beds and surrendered to sleep.

You have zero idea what time it is or how many hours you've had to sleep, but the fact is - your phone is buzzing and it isn't just some weird dream you're having.

Out of habit, you grab the phone off the nightstand and not even looking at the caller ID you tap on the green circle you know is there.

With a loud grunt you let the caller know that you're up, listening but not too happy about it.

"Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead!" The somehow cheerful voice of Jean rings in your ear. "Sleep well?"

"Does it sound like I did?" Your voice hoarse from just waking up and all the yelling from last night. "I assume you didn't get much sleep?"

You hear Jean laugh. It's slowly waking you up and bringing you back to the real world. You had almost forgotten about the deal you two made last night while saying your goodbyes. "I did not. In fact, sleep wasn't really on the agenda last night."

"So I assume the night went just as planned?" Stupid question rolls over your tongue.

Jean on the other side of the phone chuckles at your blunt question. "Let's just say the ladies... were very welcoming."

Ladies? As in multiple? You're now fully awake wanting to know more. "Couldn't make a choice?"

He doesn't reply. His deep laugh says more than enough for you to understand that he has had a memorable night.

You shake your head. "Overachiever."

"Jealous?" He replies quickly and sharply.

"Proud." You ping-pong an adjective right back at him. "Now, did you call me to gloat or...?"

"Oh, I'm definitely gloating, but I do need a ride back if your offer still stands." His voice turns a little more pleading.

You smile to yourself before answering. "Send me your location. I'll leave in 20."

"Right, I'll send you the address. Just..." He pauses for a moment. "Are you sure you can handle the Mustang?"

"I've handled worse." You make an effort to let him hear your annoyance over the phone as he can't see your eyes rolling.

Jean takes in your tone, but ignores it. "It's a high-performance car."

"I know, JJ. I have all the skills I need to pick your whore-ass up." You continue with the annoyed tone. "Besides, I'm doing you a favor, remember? So that you don't have to take the walk of shame."

You hear him chuckle. "How considerate." He says sarcastically. He knows very well that this is just an excuse for you to get your hands on his car.

"See you in a bit, Superstar." You steer the conversation to end.

"Drive safe, you menace." He adds before you hang up.

With phone still in hand, wasting no time, you roll out of the bed. You know that Jean is waiting and your whole body is itching to get your hands on his precious car. Routine guided, you stretch yourself, arms up and on your tippy-toes, as the phone in your hand pings, assuming it is Jean sending his location. Clothes are put on in a record speed and with a cheerful skip you pad down the stairs straight into the kitchen.