The sound of soft music stirs you awake, tranquillity allowing you to not even take a moment to open your eyes. Still, your mind is open and your ears are pleasantly surprised to hear some low-fi music playing in the background.

Finally, your lids open, realizing that you were in a room that wasn't your own.

Huh? Where- OH. Right, Eren's room. Must have fallen asleep.

In the corner of the room, you find him. He's seated at a desk, presumably sketching away on a sheet of canvas. His hair falls loosely around his shoulders - his bare shoulders. He's shirtless, the muscles in his back ripple with each stroke of his arm.

He must have heard you shuffling in the comfort of his warm sheets, because he looks back at you over his shoulder - green eyes glowing, almost ethereal in the way they reflect off the florescent spotlight that glows in front of him.

"You're finally awake." he smiles, this time turning all the way around to face you head on, giving you a show of his perfectly toned torso.

What a beautiful sight it was, truly, like the rest of him. Tanned skin littered with more artwork - the word 'freedom' displayed proudly across his chest stood out to you the most. Well, other than the six pack that blended nicely into his sculpted body.

When you realized that you were basically gawking at him as if you'd never seen the male form before, you shifted your eyes downward to break eye contact with his abs. Really, it's like they were staring back at you...

"Sorry, spilled something on my shirt - didn't want it to stain." he responds, even though you never even asked him about it. That still didn't explain why he didn't put on a new shirt, but it wasn't like it was your place to tell him what to wear or not wear in his own home.

"It's okay." You mutter, while searching for your phone to check the time, not really sure what else to say. You still had to run your errands. Finding your jacket, you pull out your device - eyes widening with panic as you see what time it is.

4:30 PM ???

Jean would be home from work any minute now. Had you really been asleep for that long?

"Fuck." You whispered, not even realizing that Eren was keeping close watch of your every movement. Not that he could help it, you're just so cute - he found it adorable how nervous you seemed to act around him.

You stand to your feet abruptly, bolting out of the room without uttering a single word as you make your way to the front door. You carefully peek outside before stepping foot, making sure the coast was clear. You really didn't need another fight with Jean, you couldn't bare it. Not after last night.

The icy breezy slaps harshly, prickling your skin like tiny needles once you realize that you had forgotten your jacket in your frenzy to escape unscathed. You thought about turning back, but the sound of heavy footsteps trekking up the stairs made you realize that you were out of time.

Jean was approaching, and fast.

The top of his head came into view from below, as he finally stood tall at the end of the stairway. He spots you instantly, standing awkwardly in the middle of the walkway with only a tank top and sweats on - in the frigid winter air, no less.

"What are you doing out here, baby? It's cold." He seems genuinely concerned for your sake, despite him finding it odd that you're just standing out in the cold without a jacket.

He takes his own coat off and drapes it over your shoulders, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You panicked a bit, worried that he may be able to taste a hint of the peach flavored swisher that you and Eren had shared hours before.

Thankfully he didn't mention anything, which struck you as odd since there was no doubt that you smelled like a weed dispensary. Perhaps he just felt that same as you did - tired of the constant fighting.

Emotional exhaustion may have its perks after all.

Jean gives you a tender smile, grabbing your hand as he led you to the door of your shared apartment. You hear the door crack open from behind, finding the courage to look back, you spot a pair of green eyes peeking through the door - he's focused intently on the way you're wrapped up in your boyfriend's embrace.

Eren clutches your jacket in his hands, clearly with the means to return it to you after you ran out so suddenly, leaving it behind.

Instead, he flashes you a pretty smile before ducking back inside. You were thankful he didn't approach the two of you, it would've been hard to explain.

"Hm." Jean clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him. You had hardly even realized that he was watching Eren's apartment door as well. "That guy's so fuckin' weird."

He chuckles as the two of you walk inside, you let out your own nervous laughter, following loosely behind him as you look back once more towards the door across from yours.

You should be able to just brush it off, but the churning of your stomach doesn't allow it - Unsure if its the guilt of hiding your whereabouts from Jean, or if it's the fact that a part of you wants to go back inside the other apartment... the door that leads you back to Eren.

What the fuck is wrong with me? All we did was smoke together, it's not that deep.

The thought plays on repeat in your head, before you even realize that Jean is on you like a starved man desperate for a morsel of food. He's kissing your neck, dropping his jacket that previously covered your shoulders, to the floor.

He smells so good, wearing the cologne you get him every year for his birthday because it's your favorite. You allow yourself to melt into his touch, even though your mind was still elsewhere.

He kisses you fervently, his lips mesh easily with yours as they always have. They're rough and a bit chapped from the dry winter's air.

Wonder what Eren's lips feel like? They looked so soft...

Jean picks you up in his strong arms, swiftly setting you down on the edge of the kitchen counter. His kisses become hungrier and he begins to peel off your tank top, running his hands all over your body, gripping your hips as he ruts himself against you.

"'M so sorry baby, don't wanna fight with you anymore." He murmurs between kisses, hands finding their way to the waistband of your sweats. "Let me make it up to you."

As quickly as your pants are discarded, he drops to his knees, handsome face directly in front of your pussy as he admires the sight before him. He lays his head in your lap, pressing soft kisses into your thighs as he prepares for the main course.

Your eyes flutter shut once his tongue flicks against your clit, hand immediately threading itself through his hair as he continues his ministrations.

His head heavy in your lap, the feeling of the soft stands of his hair- it reminds you of something.

It reminds you of Eren.

Soon enough, it isn't Jean lapping at your dripping cunt - it's him. You imagine what it would feel like if it were Eren between your thighs, pussy immediately clenching around the fingers that had found their way inside of you as your feel your orgasm approaching faster than it has ever done before.

The vision of emerald eyes peering at you through long strands of dark brown hair clouded your mind, picturing how pretty he would look while he sucked on your clit, mouth slicked with your arousal.

"Fuck baby, cumming for me already?" Jean mutters against your core as he feels you tighten around his fingers.

Except, in your mind, it isn't Jean saying these things to you. It isn't Jean telling you to cum for him, it isn't Jean that has you practically riding his tongue while you grip his hair firmly in your hands.

"Gonna cum- fuck." You say softly, lost in your own world as Jean takes you to your high, fingers curling against your g-spot as his lips suction themselves around your clit.

"That's it - fuck- lemme hear you, baby."

"Oh, fuck-"

"Tastes so fucking good."

"Yes-"

"Who's pussy is this? Who makes you feel this fuckin' good?"

Your orgasm crashes through you, juices splashing around his fingers as you cum harder than you ever have before. This was the first time that he's actually made you squirt, and it would've made Jean swell with pride to see it happen...