Before you read this, I'm just going to say I don't own Jean or Marco, or SnK. That would be totally awesome though.
And a small smut warning! Well, it is rated M guys!
"Jean!" Marco shouted. "If you keep falling asleep in class I'm going to have to fail you!" The High School boy
grumbled and woke up, staring at whoever was waking his sweet sleep. But he ended up staring straight at the
teacher's waist, blushing slightly and then looked up, putting an arm on his chin to hold his head up and looked at
Marco. "Oh, my apologizes Mr. Freckles." He smirked as he heard a few girls giggle in the back. The black haired
man narrowed his eyes, then sighed and shook his head. "There's a reason why you failed a grade, Jean. You could
have graduated already with the rest of your class but you didn't." Jean scoffed. "Yea, thanks for reminding me." He
heard the other sigh again and then continued teaching class. Jean's eyes wondered over to the young teacher. He
must only be twenty-two, 'cause damn, he looked cute. His face looked young, adorned in freckles. How many? Five?
Six? And those big brown eyes were seriously just adorable. He remembered that he was a new teacher, obviously
because he expected everyone to follow his rules and turn in work in on time. What was his name? Marco Bodt…
"Jean!" He flinched and looked up. "W-what?" The class laughed, and Jean glared at all of them. "Jean…aren't you
even paying attention?" He looked stressed, worried. "I would be." He said, leaning back in his chair. Marco looked at
him confused. "You would be? Jea—" The bell rung before he could finish his sentence, cutting him off. "Make sure to
finish page sixty-nine and the questions on the back and have a good weekend-!" He finished before everyone
rushed out. Jean started to head for the door, but a hand fell onto his shoulder, making him turn around. "You are
staying here." Jean furrowed his eyebrows, but didn't question him. "Look, Jean. I'm not asking too much of you…all
I want you to do is to pay attention in class and get good grades. Maybe I am newer to this school and don't know
much about everyone, but I know you have potential. You can graduate. You just need to try harder." The other
started blabbing on about the potential that he didn't have. "You know what I think?" Jean said non chalant. Marco
paused and looked at him, but it wasn't really hard to tell what he wanted when he studied his face. He blushed.
"Now Jean—I don't really…" He took a few steps forward. "I think you need to relax." Marco bit his lip. "W-well I
guess that sounds okay." He sat down in his chair, Jean standing in front of him. He watched as Jean bent down
between his legs and started tugging on his zipper, pulling it down with his mouth. It wasn't long before he took the
teacher's pants off, throwing them aside. "Jean!—what are you doing-" Jean smirked. "Well if we were in bed, I'd be
doing you." And with that he slipped off any other clothes covering Marco's lower body. He took Marco's cock and
began licking the slit, looking up at Marco. "J-jean—" His face was a deep red, and he was also biting his lip,
nervous. Jean chuckled and began sucking on his length, one hand massaging his inner thigh. Marco moaned,
grabbing the younger boy's hair. He started bobbing his head, making Marco's back arch slightly. "Ahh—" Jean
madea pop sound as he let go of him, a string of salvia forming. Jean stood up and started taking off his pants,
dropping everything to the floor. Marco's eyes went wide. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you." He went between
Marco's thighs and sat down on his length, slowing starting to ride him. Marco gasped and gripped the other's thighs.
"Ahh- Jean- the chair is going to break-" Jean snickered. "Let it break then." Their voices were getting husky, pupils
dilated. Jean moaned quietly, going up and down faster. "Jean-! Ah— jean!" Marco started chanting his name as he
got close, he could feel the heat coiling in his chest. "Jean- I'm close-" He arched his back as he came, Jean
cumming after him. He was riding out his orgasm out when he heard the chair creaking. "Ah..Jean- that doesn't
sound too good." Jean slipped off of him and helped the other up, the chair falling as soon as the weight was gone.
Marco sighed and grabbed his pants, putting them back on. "Aw…my favorite shirt's dirty.." He took it off and
replaced it with a coat he had brang, zipping it up.
Jean curiously looked up at him. "So..why'd you just let me do that?...Like, any other sane person would just call the
police on me." Marco cocked his head, and then giggled quietly. "I've always kind of liked you. That's why I always
pick on you."
Hey guys! I seriously haven't posted in years…but here's a new story for you all! I kinda had this idea while reading another fanfic, though it was totally different from what I wrote. Anyways, I hope you guys loved it! Should I write another chapter? I was kinda wanting it to be a one-shot but I could turn it into a multi-chapter story. R&R!