Seven Minutes in Heaven: Jean x Reader

You felt yourself suck in a breath as you stared at the slip of paper between your fingers. There was silence in the room as a warm blush rose to your face, and as you tried to quiet your racing heart. 

"Well?" Sasha asked after a few moments. 

You looked up and across the room, seeking out Jean. He was glancing sideways at you, but you caught his eye, he raised a curious eyebrow. 

"Jean." You declared with a heavy exhale. 

Sasha giggled madly. "I knew it." She whispered before dragging you to your feet, much to your protest. 

Meanwhile, Jean was given a encouraging push by Connie, whose grin stretched from ear to ear. Jean gave his friend a glare, despite the dusting of pink that rose to his cheeks.

Your gaze was directed towards your feet as Jean approached you. As his feet came into your line of vision, you forced yourself to look up into light golden eyes.

Jean was blushing, you noted, as he wrapped a hand around your elbow and led you to the small supply closet in the corner of the cafeteria. 

You were the first in the closet. When Jean closed the door, the small space was cast in darkness. You pressed yourself against the wall behind you, biting you lip with nervousness. You could feel Jean's side pressed against your body. 

There was complete silence between you two as you shifted uncomfortably. 

A minute must have passed before Jean sighed, seeing as you weren't about to make the first move. 

"Look, (Name). If you don't want to do anything, that's fine with me, but I figure now might at least be the only chance I have to say...." h trailed off, and you felt a hand shift to his face, as if he could hide his blush in the darkness. 

"To say..?" You quietly encouraged.

"Ilikeyou." the words were spat out in a rush, and it took you a moment for you to understand the garble of speech. During your silence, Jean's shoulders sagged with rejection. 

"I'm sorry." he murmured softly. "You probably don't feel the same way, I should just leave and-"

He was cut off as your lips brushed over his gently. Jean froze in surprise, but it must have worn off quickly, for suddenly he was kissing you back, his hands tangling themselves in your hair. 

The sudden reaction made you gasp, allowing Jean's tongue to slip past your lips and into your mouth. One of his hands, meanwhile, was playing with the hem of your shirt. You made a sound of surprise, which caused Jean to automatically stop and pull back. 

"Oh crap, (Name). I'm sorry. I got carried away a-and-" You lifted a finger to his lips and pressed it there gently. In the darkness, Jean could see your eyes glint with the little light cracking through the doorway. 

You reached up with your hands and tangled your fingers in dirty blonde hair, bringing Jean's lips closer to yours. Jean resumed fiddling with the hem of your shirt, one of his hands creeping under the hem and rubbing circles on your stomach. The chill of his fingers made you gasp, then smirk, decided to return the favor. 

Pulling away for just a moment, you unbuttoned the top three buttons of Jean's shirt, your breath coming in slightly ragged huffs. A hand slipped into his shirt, running over toned pectorals.

You could hear Jean hum low in the back of his throat, and suddenly his mouth was gone from yours, as he lowered his head and pulled away your collar, placing his lips against your throat. You gave a shudder as his teeth nibbled gently, then harshly at the sensitive skin there.

By this time both of you were panting, faces flushed with desire. It was only when Jean's hand began to crawl up under your shirt that the closet was flooded with light.

You both froze as Reiner gave a wolf whistle at the state you two were in; Your hands splayed against his exposed chest, body pressed flushed against his, his hands creeping up underneath your shirt...

"Wow, you two got down to business, didn't you?" He chuckled. 

If possible, the blush on both your faces got warmer.

Quickly untangling yourselves from each other and trying to make yourselves look presentable, you exited the closet, hand in hand, much to the surprise of those in the room. 

A dozen pair of eyes followed you as you went back to your seat, snuggling into Jean beside you.

After a few minutes, Jean whispered quietly so as not to be heard:

"You know, we can always continue this later."

You glanced up at him with a coy smile. 

"My room?" You purred.

Jean smirked.

"Absolutely."