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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Eren_Jaeger/Jean_Kirschstein
  Character:
      Eren_Jaeger, Jean_Kirschstein, Armin_Grünwald, Mikasa_Ackerman
  Additional Tags:
      Arranged_Marriage, First_Time, Mildly_Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-26 Chapters: 3/4 Words: 2625
****** Explosive ******
by RradioactivePpanda
Summary
     fill for kinkmeme; Jean/Eren, arranged marriage AU
***** Ceremony *****
Eren stood behind the colonel, his head down and green eyes staring intensely
at his feet beneath dark brows. The fanfare had just started up and the
trumpets bellowed loudly, reverberating off the stone walls of the church.
‘Just an idea, but maybe you should actually look at your partner, huh Jaeger?’
the colonel said, breaking Eren from his staring competition with his own feet.
The young man looked up, tossing dark brown hair from his forehead, to see a
small party of men walk down the aisle, crowded in on both sides by friends and
family of the couple. Eren avoided looking to the left of the group, where he
knew Mikasa and Armin sat, and instead focused his eyes on the group walking
seemingly at a snail’s pace towards him and the alter. Leading the way was a
priest, a bible clenched beneath his fingers, followed by the commander in
chief, stern of feature and posture alike. Lastly, tugging uneasily on the
collar of his dress shirt came a tall blond boy, scowling and, like Eren,
avoiding eye contact with anyone.
Eren swallowed hard and waited as they came to a halt in front of the alter
while the colonel stepped aside to allow him to pass and join the other
teenager, clearing his throat when Eren made no move to do so. Slowly, as if at
any moment he might bolt, Eren took a step forward to stand awkwardly next to
the other boy, and slowly raised his eyes.
Jean stared furiously back at him, jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed and a single
drop of sweat slid down the side of his face.
This was going to be one hell of a marriage.
***** Bedroom *****
‘I can’t believe, of all people to be paired up with, I would get you!’ Jean
yelled from the other side of the room, slamming a cupboard door shut and
kicking a chair out of his way which promptly clattered to the floor.
Eren stayed silent, angrily shrugging off his black jacket and toeing his shoes
off.
‘Of all people!’ Jean carried on, regardless of Eren ‘I just don’t understand-
they know that I actually want to get somewhere in life, and not get myself
killed in the survey corps like you- what could they possibly think would make
us a good couple!?’
Eren sat down on the large bed in the centre of the room with his back to the
other boy, and reached for the alcohol placed carefully on the side table
alongside two glasses and bottle of see through liquid, both of which he
studiously ignored. He also continued to ignore Jean, who was ranting to
himself, pacing and steadily going red in the face. After throwing aside the
cork and taking a long pull from the golden liquid Eren grimaced as the alcohol
burned his throat and then leant over to the other side of the bed where he
dumped the bottle on Jean’s nightstand. He then continued to undress,
unbuttoning his shirt’s cuffs with a purpose.
‘You aren’t even fucking listening!’ Jean had finally noticed two things;
firstly that Eren wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to him, and secondly
that there was an almost full bottle of golden alcohol sitting on his bedside
table. He grabbed at the bottle and threw it back, wiping his mouth viciously
with the back of his hand. He too pulled a face at the strength of the drink
but promptly took another long pull before turning back to Eren. Then he
noticed a third thing; Eren was unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing firm
muscles below the white fabric. Jean sputtered, a blush rapidly spreading
across his cheeks, only aided by the alcohol already flowing in his blood.
‘w-what the hell?! Don’t get undressed what the fuck are you do-’
Eren stood up quickly, cutting the taller boy off with a glare
‘I’m doing my duty you idiot’ he said scathingly, relentlessly undoing his
buttons, almost at the bottom ‘we’ve been assigned to each other, we’ve been
signed together, and now we have to complete the bloody deal’
At this the shorter boy slid his shirt off his shoulders and threw it onto a
nearby chair. His hands moved to the fly of his trousers. Jeans eyes widened.
Eren undid the button and slid his hand to the zip. Jean, still grasping the
bottle in one hand, vaulted over the bed and grabbed Eren’s hand, stopping him
from completely undoing the trousers.
‘What are you doing jean?’ hissed Eren, struggling to pull down the zip ‘we’ve
got to!’
‘Stop this! This is crazy- I’m not going to sleep with you!’ sputtered Jean
again, and he thrust the bottle into Eren’s hands before using his to pull back
up the zip and try to slip the button back through the hole. For a minute the
two boys struggled with each other; Eren trying one-handed to force Jean away
from his trousers, Jean attempting to dress the brunet again. Finally Eren let
out an exasperated sigh before using his free hand to shove Jean back. The
taller boy’s legs hit the bed and he stumbled, landing heavily on the cover
with a soft ‘whump’. Eren moved forward onto the bed to straddle his thighs,
still grasping the bottle which he hurriedly gulped at before leaning forward
with one hand supporting him and peered down into startled brown eyes.
‘Yes, you will’ he said
***** taking *****
‘Yes, you will’ he said, before grinding his hips experimentally down onto the
shocked teenager below him. Jean’s reaction was almost instant; he groaned, low
and long, and his hips rolled up by themselves, drawing a shudder from the
other boy. As if this flicked a switch the two boys burst into motion; Eren
leaned back on one hand and ground his hips hard whilst jean curled up,
gripping Eren’s thighs with white knuckled hands and panting hard.
The alcohol raced through their veins and Jean reached up to take the bottle
from Eren’s grasp, taking a last swig before grabbing Eren by the hips and
surging up to flip them over. The shorter boy stared up dazedly at Jean with
blown out pupils encased by a thin strip of vibrant green and Eren’s legs
propped themselves up either side of him. The bottle had spilled onto Eren’s
bare chest when Jean had switched them and the blond hurriedly leant forward
and mouthed at Eren’s collarbones, licking off the remaining alcohol before
making his way down his chest, roughly dragging his teeth over the skin.
Eren arched up to gain some friction from the other boy, and gasped when their
crotches rubbed. He reached down and pulled Jean up to him, fingers threaded
through the short hair at the base of his skull, and he slotted their mouths
together. If Jean was surprised he didn’t show it, instead he eagerly met
Eren’s lips, before swiping his lower lip with his tongue, savouring the taste
of the alcohol and of Eren. Meanwhile Eren’s hands had left jeans hair and slid
down to his shoulders where he pushed at the shirt, huffing through his nose
when the shirt wouldn’t come off. Jean chuckled and without breaking the kiss,
which was steadily becoming more heated, reached down to fumble with the
buttons of his shirt. Frustrated and dizzy, and frantically arching underneath
jean, Eren gripped the lapels of jean’s shirt and pulled. The fabric ripped
loudly and jean tried to lean back whilst making a startled nose, which was
lost in Eren’s heavy breathing. Eren pulled jean back down by his torn shirt
which he then discarded and instead flattened the palm of his hand against the
others rapidly beating heart for a moment. Then he moved his hand down, over
hard ribs and tensed muscle, dipping lightly in jean’s navel and stroking
across his lower abdomen which contracted beneath his calloused fingers.
‘Jean,’ Eren panted ‘Jean, let me- I want to-’ Eren gave up with attempting to
tell jean what he wanted and began to scrabble uselessly at jean’s belt, once
again forcing jean pull away from the kiss. He leant back and quickly undid his
belt, his actions jerky and rushed. He then tried to slide off his trousers but
had difficulty, not only due to Eren twisting mindlessly beneath him. With a
huff of irritation he stumbled upright to take his trousers off, kicking the
garment away from him and dropping the belt he still held. All the while he
didn’t take his eyes off Eren, who had propped himself up on his elbows and was
panting heavily, his eye appraising jeans sculpted torso. Then jean dropped his
boxers.
Eren looked down and quickly looked back up, focusing on a spot just left of
jeans shoulder. Although he had had a burst of confidence before, aided by the
alcohol and teenage lust and fuelled for his need to be dutiful, he hadn’t
really considered the… mechanics of what was required. Seeing jean’s hard cock,
a dark purple vein running along the thick underside, had jarringly brought him
back to earth with a crash. Jean, chest still rising and falling rapidly,
noticed Eren’s blush and the turned away stare and suffered none of Eren’s
embarrassment.
‘oh come on,’ he drawled ‘a minute ago you were all over me’ jean stepped out
of his boxers and back to the bed, where Eren had turned his face away, his
blush spreading down his neck too. Jean leaned back down over him and touched
his lips to the reddening skin there and felt Eren’s wildly beating pulse.
‘jean, i-’ Eren shrunk away slightly. Jean licked up the skin and eren flinched
from the touch and pushed on the larger boys chest
‘jean wait please wa-‘
Jean cut him off by grabbing both his hands in one of his and pinning to the
mattress above Eren’s head, and sealing his lips with the shaking boy beneath
him. His other hand dragged down the trembling chest and straight into his
boxers, to caress the half hard prick nestled in a patch of black curls. Eren
arched into the touch, and his blush reduced as all the blood raced south
whilst jean continued to stroke him, quickly bringing him to fully hard.
Without Eren noticing, jean reached for the small bottle still on the bedside
and warmed it between his hand before applying a generous amount to his own
cock and trailing a hand back to Eren he softly stroked some in the crease of
the others ass.
‘come on, Eren’ jean murmured into the other boys skin, before rolling them
over so Eren sat straddled on his thighs ‘you should do this at your own pace’
he continued, settling his hands on Eren’s trembling thighs. Eren frowned, and
rested forward on his knees, hovering hesitantly over jean’s hard cock. He
grasped the thick, slippery length in one hand and guided it to his puckered
entrance, before slowly lowering himself down. The tip touched his hot skin and
jean tried desperately not to thrust up into Eren’s body.
‘come on, eren’ he repeats, and impatiently rolls his hips. Eren frowned at him
again
‘look I know ok? Im doing it just- just-’ Eren trailed off and took a deep
breath before pushing down, muscles tensed and thighs shaking. The head
breached the ring of muscle and Eren gasped, feeling uncomfortably stretched.
Jean held as still as possible but Eren didn’t seem to be able to move any
further. For a moment Eren hovered, unsure and in pain, and then he attempted
to slide down a bit further but barely had moved an inch before he stopped
again.
‘i- jean –I can’t, I tried but it won’t fit and I can’t-’ Eren started to pull
off of jean’s aching length and jean scowled up at him before grabbing him by
the hips and twisting them round, as well as flipping Eren over onto his knees
and elbows.
‘don’t be stupid Eren- you’re the one that wanted this’ jean snarled, as he
slicked his hand in some of the lube that had spilt onto the sheets before
plunging a finger into Eren’s heat, curling it up and twisting it. Eren cried
out and tried to twist from under him but stopped when jean added a second
finger and savagely scissored them inside of him.
‘Why are you so tight? Didn’t you realise I’d take you?’ jean crowed from
behind him, pumped on the alcohol, power and lust. Eren scowled over his
shoulder, spurred on by jeans words
‘I don’t think I’ll have a problem taking that’ he panted scathingly, eyeing up
jeans heavy cock, though his words were betrayed by the hard swallow that
followed them. At Eren’s reply jean snarled again, prodding against the wall of
Eren’s insides trying to find that one spot-
‘ah!’ Eren cried as jean pressed hard with his fingers, suddenly spiking a
small burst of pleasure in the shorter boy ‘what-what was that?’ Eren
questioned, and he ignored the way that jean smirked behind him
‘shh, don’t worry your pretty little head’ jean replied, looking smug, and he
brushed across that area again, cataloguing the spot. He then pulled his
fingers off and moved closer to Eren’s pert ass, lining up again
‘do you think maybe this time you won’t cry?’ he jeered at Eren who began to
retort but swiftly sucked in a breath as jean pushed forward, sinking into him.
Jeans thick cock stretched his muscle and kept coming, the head going in fairly
easy but then he slowed.
‘Eren stop tensing, you idiot, that makes it harder’ Jean said from between
clenched teeth, but the boy beneath him didn’t reply, just pushed his face into
the mattress below him and groaned. Jean gripped erens hips harder, fingers
digging into the hard flesh, before firmly rotating his own hips, managing to
sink in a little more. Then, with a shake of his head, jean shoved all the way
in.
Eren, hurting and shaking, threw back his head and yelled, before shoving his
own fist into his mouth to muffle the noise. Unwanted tears pricked at the
corner of his eyes and even though jean had stilled inside of him Eren’s muscle
clenched hard. Jean moaned as Eren’s body convulsed around him and rested his
head against the back of Eren’s neck.
‘Eren, I’m gonna move, I can’t stay still-’ Eren began to shake his head but
jean leant his weight down on the brunet before gently grinding his hips
against him. He pulled out a little and then thrust in, stroking Eren’s lower
back with one hand. He leant back when thrusting to watch himself be swallowed
by Eren’s red hole- a little dark red blood was dotted by the side of his
entrance but it was quickly smeared by jeans thrusting. Jean picked up the
pace, and the two boys groaned in unison- Eren himself began to thrust back
against jean, moaning when he managed to rub against that one spot. The two
moved together and quickly both were sweating and aching against each other-
jean getting faster and faster. Suddenly Jean reached forward and grasped
Eren’s half hard erection, stroking him quickly in time to his thrusts. Eren’s
eyes widened as his hard on grew, and moaned from the stimulation- he came
quickly and gasping, his cum splattering onto the sheets below him and
dribbling over jeans fingers.
Jean felt him convulse around him- it seemed Eren’s muscles were milking him
and his climax hit him hard and fast- though he tried to pull out in time jean
didn’t make it and his cum spurted out into Eren- dribbling from his hole and
down his thighs.
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