Mikasa's body was still thrumming from her climax, her skin flushed and sensitive. The moment she whispered "It felt better", Jean's golden eyes darkened with triumph. Before she could catch her breath, he pinned her wrists above her head and ducked his mouth to her breast, licking and sucking until her back arched off the bed.
His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before biting down just enough to make her gasp. His free hand tickled her other nipple, fingertips alternating between featherlight strokes and rough pinches that sent jolts of pleasure-pain down her spine. Mikasa tried to squirm away, but Jean's grip was iron. "You don't get to run," he growled against her skin. "Not after saying that."
The Second Round: Claiming Her
He flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips back against him. This time, when he slammed into her, there was no gentleness—just primal need.
The headboard rattled against the wall with each thrust, their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together in a rhythm that bordered on violent. Mikasa dug her nails into the sheets, but her moans were loud, shameless, filling the room. Jean smirked against her ear: "Let them hear. Let Eren hear." She came again, her walls clamping around him so tightly he snarled curses into her shoulder.
The Shower Scene: "I Won't Let You Go"
Jean carried her to the bathroom, turning the shower scalding hot. Steam fogged the mirrors as he pushed her against the tiles, lifting her legs around his waist.
Water sluiced between their bodies as he fucked her relentlessly, her moans echoing off the walls. Neighbors pounded on the ceiling—someone yelled "Shut the hell up!"—but Jean only laughed, biting her neck. "Tell me to stop," he dared. Mikasa kissed him instead, her tongue tangling with his in a silent plea for more.
The Confession at Dawn
As sunlight filtered through the curtains, Mikasa lay boneless in the wreckage of sheets, her body marked and sore. Jean traced the scars on her back, his voice hoarse from use:
"Say it again."
She turned her face into the pillow, but he yanked her back.
"Eren was nowhere near you like this, was he?"
Mikasa's breath hitched. The truth spilled out, ugly and liberating:
"No. He never… touched me like you do."
Jean's smile was feral. "Good."