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Jean did not know when it started. 

Okay, scratch that. He knew when it started, probably. But he did not realised it until quite recently if he was being honest. And being an overall 'quite' a vanilla guy through out his life (who has time to explore when you have titans and foreign enemy to defeat?), the fact mortified him more than anything. 

"Jean, is there anything you wanna tell me?" Mikasa inquired, eyes boring into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Jean stopped his kisses on her neck and look back curiously. They were in the middle of a heavy make out session that he would want to proceed further but Mikasa seemed to have something else in mind.

"Urm, not really? Except....I love you?" He grinned as Mikasa's face broke into a smile. 

"Actually I think you do. Look here," Mikasa unwrapped her arms and twisted her body to the side of the bed. She then opened one of the bedside drawers, withdrawing some books from there.

Jean felt his blood rushed to his face as few drawing books that he had probably left unattended were now shown to him. He knew what were the content inside. 

The source of his mortification.

"Mika, It's not what you think!! I can explain! Tha-that's not even yours!" 

"It's not? I think they are all mine, Jean." She opened the books and laid them down in between them. "See, this scar I got when I was hurt in Trost.  This one was when we were in Marley." 

She pointed one by one the distinct characteristics of hers, eyebrows raising as if to challenge him to counter her argument. " They are all drawing of my legs and feet, Jean Kristein. Lots and lots of them. Especially the feet." 

She could see how red his face and neck were. 'Ah, he feels embarrased' she concluded. They were sitting in front of each other now, legs akimbo and she moved closer, practically climbing on top of his laps and pressed her palms to his hot cheeks.

"Jean, talk to me," She pushed as he tried to hide his face on her neck, arms wrapped around her waist snugly.

"It's embarassing. I don't want you to think I'm that kind of pervert," His voice muffled by her skin. 

"So you think it's better for me to think you have been drawing random women's feet instead? There are like, 4 books, that's like 3 books too many for me not to be alarmed now isn't it??" 

Jean moaned miserably. "Fine. But just, don't break up with me over this, please?"

"That depends. Are they really all my feet or some other chicks you meet in Marley?" She crossed her arms, unconsciously pouting her lips at the idea of her Jean drawing up other women. 

"It's yours. All of them. I just cannot stop thinking about them. They haunt my dream at night and I love to check them out at days. And they are just so so pretty I cant even!" Jean replied fast and gestures wildly with both hands. 

Mikasa looked at him for a brief few seconds before scooting farther away from him. Jean deflated as he saw her went to the edge of the bed and stood up. 

'Is this it then? I shouldn't have open my mouth' he thought sadly. But the only sound that he heard was a zipping sound and a soft whoosh as Mikasa's long skirt fell down to the floor, revealing her soft nude color lacy underwear and her long long legs. 

Jean's eyes were comically large as he stared at her sitting down again, extending her long legs towards him.

She put her left foot on his lap, while staring at him provocatively.

"Will you show me what do you want to do to my pretty feet now, love?"  She whispered as the mention foot moved slowly to the middle of his pants. 

Jean had never feel his cock harden this fast in his life. 

However, instead of rushing in, he softly ran his fingers around her left calf. Eyes soft as he looked at Mikasa's curious face before looking back to the part he unconsciously massaged. He traced all the scars that could be seen. The prove of her humanity, of her strength to fight for a peaceful world and to protect her loved ones, even from their own destructive selves.

Gripping her ankle firmly, he brought the left foot up swiftly, earning a surprised gasp from Mikasa as she has to spread her legs apart as to get into a comfortable position. Her face started to blush when she realised how provocative her position was.

He traced her entire foot with his thumbs, earning a soft giggles from Mikasa as he found that she was a bit ticklish there. He smiled at the new information, saving it in his heart as he looked at her endearingly. 

Maintaining eye contact, he ran his thumbs on her heel and sole, slowly massaging the area, putting in some pressure and pressing down both thumbs along the arch. Mikasa moaned appreciatively from how good his hands on her foot felt.

"Your feet are so soft and pretty, Mika" He whispered, voice low and guttural, making her insides fluttered and her heart thumped faster.

He leaned forward to give her a lick on the arch of her foot, making her gasp and taking in the big toe into his mouth. 

"Jean!" Mikasa half-screamed as his sucked on her big toe and use his nimble tongue to caress the area in between the big toe and the second one. Surprised by how erotic it felt, Mikasa squirmed helplessly, toe wiggling inside Jean's mouth as she felt her insides throbbed excitedly.

Jean couldn' help his growl as he saw how Mikasa responsed to his administrations. Hands clenching and unclenching the bed sheet as her back arched high. Her moans were exquisite to his ears.

He took out the toes with a loud pop. Mikasa watched him as he stood on his knees and  unbuckled his belt. Jean shoved his pants down, leaving on his tented boxer, showing her how heavily affected he was too and bent down on all four to kiss up her legs softly. 

He brought her foot to his bulge and Mikasa took the cue to trail her wet toes up and down his clothed cock. Jean groaned aloud as his cock twitched excitedly. 

Jean look up to see her flushing face, hair in disarray and her tops disheveled, before his eyes trailer down to her underwear, the big wet spot at her core clearly seen due to the nude color. 

"Jean, take down your boxer..I wanna feel you" Mikasa whispered, voice full of desire that made his pulse quickened erratically.

He shoved the boxer down and Mikasa's wet toes were immediately upon his flesh, stroking his length up and down, jerking him off as strangled keens tumbled out from his mouth.

He knew he won't last long. 

"Come for me, love" Mikasa purred and just like that, he shivered and come undone.

He laid down next to her legs, taking big breathes to calm down. Mikasa ran her fingers through his hair lovingly.

Jean looked up his face and smiled back to her before caressing her thighs,softly nudging them to part.

"You are so wet, Mika. Want to taste you so badly" He moaned as he moved closer and nuzzled his face to the middle of her underwear. Lapping and pressing in his tongue on top of the material. 

Mikasa whined as she squirmed under him. Jean was just so very good with his tongue that everytime he ate her out, she felt she was melting.

He moved her underwear to the side and went straight to her clit. Knowing exactly where to get her to scream. 

He licked and lapped, gently stimulating her using the flat of his tongue. Encouraged by the mewls and whines from her, he use the tip of his tongue to switch things up. He swirled around the button and teased her further until she had her head tossed side to side, back arched beautifully as she peaked, screaming his name in a breathless tone.

Jean scooched up, putting his head next to hers. He turned to his side and watched her calming down from her high and stroked her beautiful hair softly. Mikasa turned to face him as well once her breath settled.

" So..about the foot thingy..." Jean started.

"Jean...I think I need to makeover this cabin. We should go shoe-less like the Hizuran," Mikasa stated seriously, earning a gape from her boyfriend. 

".....WHAAAT..."