Never once did I imagine I would end up as a scout.

Not once did it ever cross my mind, but now, here I was, sitting in front of a bland, boiled potato in the mess hall, whilst listening to a shaven moron boast about being some kind of genius.

"...and that's why my intellect far surpasses Armin's!" Connie ended with a proud nod, but he was only met with an awkward silence as the others at the table stared at him.

"Well...uh...that's...nice..?" Bertholdt chuckled as he gave him a forced smile, and I just blew a raspberry for the sake of stirring the cadet up.

"Either way, you're still boring." I pointed out bluntly as I slid my untouched 'meal' over to Sasha, who had been drooling over it ever since we sat down. As the brunette scarfed it down, I turned my eyes to another table, where our resident titan shifter and cocky asshole were about to throw hands.

"It's a fact! I took down more practice titans than you did! End of story!" Jean barked as he stood up, slamming his fist down on the table, dangerously close to Marco's plate. Eren copied him as he bared his teeth in a failed attempted to look intimidating.

"Bullshit! Can you even count?! I got seven, you got six!"

"Other way around!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Ya-fucking-huh!"

"Well...I wanna say I'm surprised...but I'm really not..." Reiner sighed; leaning his chin upon his palm. "I'm betting five on Jaeger." I just watched the pair through hooded eyes as the others placed their bets with the chin man. It didn't take long for their argument to turn physical, as Jean threw the ravonette over the table to the floor. Fists were flying and curses bellowed, but nobody was making any move to break it up.

Well...Mikasa's nowhere in sight...May as well...

I stood up and strolled over to the pair; casually walking in between them before Eren could sock the pretty boy right in the sniffer.

"As fun as it is watching you two idiots, you're gonna end up getting your asses kicked by Levi if you don't quit it." I sighed; folding my arms as though I was being serious. Eren did some little, aggressive jig on the spot before pointing an accusing finger towards Jean.

"Horseface started it!" He announced like a tattling toddler, and I turned to the man in question, who was about to blow his top again. Guilty or not, I knew this was my opportunity to have a little fun of my own.

"Aww, he's not a horseface, Jaeger..." I said in mock upset; sliding up to Jean and leaning up towards his ear as I let out a long, slow breath against his neck. "...though I'm sure you're one hell of a ride, aren't you..?" Cue a painfully flustered cadet, which made everyone exchange glances; wondering what on earth I could have said to make him redder than they had ever seen him. Before he could respond to me, our captain entered the mess hall with a deep frown. He scanned the entire room before his eyes settled at Eren's feet.

"Why are there scuff marks and skin cells on my floor, Jaeger..?"

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Later that night, I was wandering around the barracks, trying to find something to occupy myself with. There was a chess board floating around somewhere, but that was usually taken by Armin and Marco, and there wasn't much else to do besides train, talk or sleep. Most of the squadron avoided making small talk with me when they didn't have to after some of my little pranks. Connie ended up with half an eyebrow left after he picked on one of the veteran scouts for having bushy brows, and I had carved my name into every single one of Sasha's prized, secret stash of potatoes.

I couldn't help myself. I was bored, and I was withering away, waiting until I just didn't come back from a mission. The only people who really took the time to actually socialise with me were Bertholdt and Reiner, but they were rather odd themselves. Very secretive and too...strange. Jean sometimes went out of his way to talk to me, though he often ended up stumbling over his words or just turning tail and walking off looking like somebody shoved an iron rod up his ass. It hadn't come to a surprise to me when Krista had told me he 'fancied' me one evening when we were on clean-up duty together, but I was frightfully curious about it.

Jean wasn't at all unattractive, and I honestly couldn't understand why people referred to him as Horseface. If I dared to say it, he was rather hot in my own opinion, which made the news of his fascination with me even more exciting.

I wonder where..?

There he was. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, balancing a pencil on his finger. Not exactly an alluring sight, but I'd take it.

"You look as bored as I feel, Kirstein." I chuckled, making my presence known. The pencil tipped from his finger, but he managed to catch it before it hit the ground before looking over to me with a mildly startled expression.

"Oh...(L/N)...sup..?" Another note about Jean: he wasn't particularly talented at being suave.

"Nothing...that's the problem." I sighed as I took a place beside him against the wall. "Nobody'll play with me." I looked up to him with a pouty frown and his eyes immediately focused on the door across from us.

"W..well...you did grease the souls of Levi's boots that one...three times.." He reasoned with a slight laugh, and I snorted at the memory of the little runt slipping and sliding around the barracks.

"That was positively beautiful." I mused before I nudged his side with my elbow. "How about we make some of our own fun, aye?" It was already fun enough watching his cheeks fill to the brim with red, but I wanted to take it a step or ten further than that. Jean shifted awkwardly beside me as he tried to steer clear of my expectant (E/C) gaze.

"I don't think our ideas of fun really click, (L/N)..." He mumbled, and I nudged him again.

"Enough with the whole tough guy let's call each other by our surnames crap, Jean...Besides, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun if you take my hand right now..." I extended said hand to him, and he hesitated. It was obvious he wanted to, but the poor boy was having a rough time with his conscience. "How about...if you take my hand now...I'll roundhouse kick Eren right in the jaw tomorrow before training...deal..?"

I mean, I was gonna do that anyway, but, ya'know...

My grin widened as I felt his hand slap into mine, and I took no time in squeezing it tightly and pulling him off in a full on sprint towards where I wanted to go.

"Wh..where the hell are you taking me..?!" He cried out as he almost tripped over his own two feet.

"Heaven...hell...it's kind of up to your imagination on that!" I replied with a bright laugh; yanking him through the barracks entrance and off into the night. He quit asking questions after that, until I led him into the stables. It was there that he planted his boots firmly into the dirt and refused to move a step further.

"(Y/N)...I am not letting you set the horses lose again..." He deadpanned, and I feigned hurt.

"Me? Never! I just thought it was the best place...seeing as barely anyone comes here at night..." I explained as I released his hand; backing away from him as I undid the first few buttons on my ivory shirt. Jean instantly threw his eyes to the ground; his hands flying up in front of his face to block his view.

"What in the name of Wall Sina are you doing?!" He almost shrieked, but I had already closed the distance between us and slapped my palm over his loud mouth.

"As I said before...I wanna have some fun...I guess it's your call, though...but I gotta warn you, my attention span is pretty shitty, so you don't have long to decide..." I snickered almost evilly. Day after day, I was surrounded by gorgeous, fit men, yet ever since I arrived in this godawful place I hadn't had so much as a taste. I had almost resorted to jumping into the supply shed with Reiner at one point, but being torn in half from the bottom up wasn't exactly on my bucket list. Jean, on the other hand...Jean was somebody I actually felt attracted to, and it would be a blatant lie to say that I wasn't experiencing some kind of zoo tango in my chest as I felt him grab my wrist and pull my hand away from his mouth.

"You're a fucking freak, (Y/N), I swear to god..." He muttered before pulling me in by the arm and locking his lips with mine. He was shaking, poor thing, but that didn't mean he held back on the kiss in any way. I used my free hand to creep down and give his firm ass a good squeeze, which gave me a delightful squeak in response. Oh, I was not regretting my decision at all.

"So...are you gonna prove me right..?" I queried as I pulled away; undoing the remaining buttons on my blouse to reveal nothing underneath. I left it hanging open as he ate up my form with wide, ravenous eyes.

"P..prove you right about what..?" He was clueless, but it didn't deter me. It was more fun when he couldn't make my head spin with a sharp wit.

"That you're one hell of a ride." I winked as I shed my pants off; letting them fall to the ground, and kicking them off to the side beside a sack of horse feed. For once, the infamous Horseface took my by surprise as he almost tackled me. He began attacking my lips with sloppy, open mouthed kisses as he backed me up; down, down the walkway of the stable and into an empty stall, where he dragged me down to the scratchy, hay-ridden floor.

"I...thought...you were screwing...R..Reiner..." He said between toothy kisses, and I laughed into his open mouth.

"Nah...when you have him, you get Bertholdt as well...and Bertha isn't really my cup of tea..." I explained hurriedly as I began to move down the expanse of his throat; straddling him as he sat back against the back of the stall wall.

"B..Bertha..?"

"Shut up and pull your pants down, Jean-boy..." He did what I commanded, and boy, was he ready for what I was about to give him. If I hadn't been too preoccupied bruising the flesh of his neck, I may have uttered a surprised squeak as that length of his pushed up against my ass.

"Wait...wh..what if we get caught..? I mean...they patrol around this area..." Jean voiced his concerns, but he was obviously distracted as I began to palm and rub at the heat of his crotch.
"That just adds to the fun...don't you think? The thrill of possibly getting caught?" I pulled back and smirked at him; taking him into my hand fully and lining him up with my slick.

"You're insane..." He whispered, almost endearingly, before I began to sit down and engulf his member. His hands flew to grip at my hips, and he threw his head back, hitting the wood behind him. "Hooooooly shit..!"

Oh dear god, I think I just took the fucker's virginity...Nice...

"Woah, there, boy...Don't cut this short..." I chuckled; though my voice was strained. It had been far too long, and speaking of long...good golly...that was Jean to a tee.

"I..I'm not! G..gotta prove you right, don't I..?" He snapped; pushing me down against his hips then back up again. I caught my tongue between my teeth before I could let a moan slip out. I had to make him at least work for that satisfaction. He had a big enough head already. For a virgin, he picked things up pretty quickly; guiding my body up and down in a reasonably steady rhythm, which had me weak.

"S..so...hah...feel anything like how you expected..?" Typical me, trying to make small talk whilst I have a cock clashing against my cervix.
"W..well...apart from the...fuck...fucking straw try'na poke up my asshole...yeah...It's great..." His sarcasm was jumbled about with faint grunts and huffs, which I found kind of amusing. Pulling his hands from my sides, I pushed them back up against the wood and began to roll my hips flush against his, which earned me a strangled gasp.

"Look, Jean...no hands..." I snickered, but I ended in a loud, euphoric yelp as he bucked upward; striking that deliciously sweet spot right in the depths of my cunt.
"Mmm...I think I like that sound...Do it again..." Jean smirked as he repeated his actions, but instead of leaving it at just one thrust, he kept it up. Quickly a whole new slew of sounds cascaded out of my throat, and he had to use of of his hands to cover my mouth.

Oh fuck, this was the best idea I've ever had in my entire life..!

"N..not so loud..! I know...hah...I know you don't care...but...mmhh...I..I don't wanna get in shit..!" He hissed, though half of that was in pleasure. I squirmed until he removed his hand, and I forced my mouth against his; slipping my tongue past his teeth and releasing my moans and whines into his own throat.

"J..Jean...I'm gonna fucking cum..." I whispered as I pulled back, unable to even consider making any more jokes as I felt my entire body buckle and vibrate with impending orgasm. His hold returned to my hips, and he rocked me back and forth in a violent pace that had me biting into the taut flesh of his shoulder.

"G..good...cuz I'm not gonna...hah...last..!" He muttered in a hurry; clawing at my skin as he raced towards his finishing line. The wet, squelching sounds stopped dead as I pulsed around him, milking him dry as he shuddered and cursed towards the ceiling. Jean held me close as he panted into the crook of my neck, and I was being deafened by our heartbeats thundering in unison. That was probably why I never heard it coming.
"(Y..Y/N)...I think I might lo-"

"If I find a single drop of bodily fluid in this stall...I will shove my boots so far up your asses you'll both be picking leather from between your teeth for weeks..."

"C..Captain Levi, Sir! I..it isn't what you think!"

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***I gave up at the end. Just some love for best scout boy. Isn't he handsome..?***