Everyone had thought you and Jean were perfect for each other.

You had met in high school, you moved to the city with your parents going into your Junior year. Never being in this place, you had no friends. However, you met Sasha in your homeroom and she instantly took a liking to you. You met the rest of the group soon after, and high school became enjoyable for you.

You and Jean had your fair share of bickering and arguments as friends but the tension was always there and EVERYONE could smell it. Eren especially always cracking jokes about Jean needing to “get his girl”.

As cliche as it sounds, you all also attended the same University. But yet, you never got tired of each other.

Freshman year of college, you all found yourselves hanging at a local park near campus. Somehow, everyone had to leave except Jean. Leaving the two of you alone.

Within five minutes of the two of you being alone and tension filling the space between you two, he kissed you. He kissed you with no warning but you instantly fell into it.

Navigating your relationship was difficult at first but the both of you worked through it. Going through college also was not easy but you had amazing support around you.

You all graduated together and on your group's graduation trip to Europe (that had been planned since day 1 of college), he proposed.

It was the best proposal you could’ve asked for.

Jean was perfect, he loved you, you loved him.

As your wedding night came to a close, you said goodbye to all your guests and began to wrap up for the night. You and Jean shared a moment alone on the dance floor with no one but the two of you.

You arrived back at your hotel room around 1:30 in the morning.

As soon as you stepped in the door and closed it, Jean gently grabbed your face in his hands. He spoke gently, “Hi baby,”

The two of you have shared plenty of intimate moments, but this one was different.

You looked up into his eyes, still holding your head in his hands, you replied with a soft, “Hi,”

He leaned down and kissed you hard. So hard but so passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

Still kissing, you both made your way to the king size bed in the middle of the hotel room. Still so gentle, he lifts you and sets you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss in the process.

All you were doing was making out but it felt so special. Feeling like those college freshmen who had just discovered their love for each other.

Out of breath, he finally broke the kiss to tell you he loves you. By this point, the clothes once on both your bodies, were discarded onto the floor.

Jean slowly rubbed his hands up and down your sides, still handling you as if you’d break any second. He slowly moved his body towards your clothed pussy, white lace underwear between his mouth and your clit.

He gently took said underwear off, so careful not to rip what he assumed was an expensive pair.

He gently kissed your clit, earning a soft whine out of you, he knew you wanted more but he was taking his time with you tonight.

He licked a stripe against your cunt, multiple times, still giving you crumbs of what you could have. You started pleading with him but still he stayed at his pace.

He could tell you were getting a bit frustrated, which made him smile, he was enjoying this to no end. Some more whines later but no words shared between the two of you, he finally spoke, “You gonna tell me what you want honey?”

This earned him another whine and you visibly getting more antsy, “Please Jean,”

He added two fingers into your wet hole, “Please what darling?”

Jean was still gentle with you, moving his fingers in and out of you slowly but strategically, “Tell me baby, I wanna help you,”

“Please- I-” You couldn’t manage to get much of a sentence out before he quickened his pace of fingering you. Still slow but a little more to send you over an edge.

Feeling slightly bad for you, he began sucking on your clit, not waiting for you to fully tell him what you wanted. It was your wedding night after all, he should treat his new wife.

Your moaning got louder making Jean smile against your clit, still fingering you at a pace enough to make you squirm.

You were getting closer and your husband knew it too, he slowly eased out of what he was doing, earning a disapproving whine from you.

Jean moves back up to your face, kissing you softly, “Relax, I’m gonna take care of you love,”

He meant it, he wasn’t being his usual ‘condescending during sex’ self.

Still hovering over you, he just stared, “God, you are beautiful,” You blushed at his words and grabbed his face, pulling him back down for another heated kiss.

He pulled away from this kiss, “I love you Y/n.”

“I love you Jean Kirstein,”

He made his way in between your legs, rubbing circles into your clit as he angled himself inside perfectly. He was still so gentle, pumping in and out of you.

“Fuck Jean, please,” You clawed at his back as he hit a spot in you that made you see stars.

He brushed the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, still fucking you, “Gotta tell me this time sweetheart, what do you need from me,”

“H-harder” You barely got the full word out before he slammed into you again, harder.

Jean always knew what he was doing, he was great at sex.

Your moans and whines got louder, tears of pleasure brimming at your eyes.

“You’re doing so good baby,” he tells you, wiping the stray tears falling down your face. “So perfect, you’re so perfect,”

He was starting to lose himself as well, both of you overwhelmed with the feeling.

“Jean, fuck, I think I’m close” He quickened his pace, losing his gentle demeanor.

The both of you blurting out ‘I love yous’ as you get closer to the edge.

You cum around Jeans cock, him not too far behind, still pumping in and out of you as you both ride out the orgasm.

Eventually he pulls out of you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

He lays down next to you for a moment, both of you just looking into each other's eyes. He tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles, “I love you, I’m so glad I got to make you my wife,”

You tear up at his words, still slightly overwhelmed from your recent orgasm. Through slight sniffles, you tell him, “I love you Jean,”

He sits up on the bed, “Come on, lets go get cleaned up,”

He carries you to the bathroom where you both shower and clean yourselves. He helps you take your tear streaked makeup off and helps you wash your hair. Afterwards, he dries you off, brushes your hair, and helps you change into pajamas.

The two of you fall asleep shortly after your shower, holding each other.

You slept pretty late into the next day, the both of you needing the rest.

Your wedding was perfect. The day was perfect. The night was perfect. Jean was perfect.

The best husband you could ever ask for.

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