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It's been a while and I'm sorry for the delay! I've had a very busy week in college with work, tests and whatnot. I'm taking Precalculus II and it's very exhausting, but worry not! The update's here and it's very GOOD (if you know what I mean XD) yes, more smut for you!

By the way, Grammarly is with me! I don't what happened with both my Microsoft Word and Open Office (Word doesn't open at all and Open Office says I got every word wrong!) so I'm using Grammarly to fix mistakes, so that's why this chapter has taken me a while too (if you see any mistakes, blame Grammarly XD!)

Anyways, ENJOY!

Warning: Sexual content in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

Edit: I want to thank dreeaatail again for showing concern for this story's progress! :) I also want to thank all my silent readers out there!

Edit 2: I've been playing Sims 4 for a while too and guess who I made XD? YUP, Jean & Marco because they're my OTP! (and why not? xD)

SEVENTY-THREE

That Saturday I craved for came right up, and I was desperate to get home and snuggle with my boyfriend under the moon, kiss him and grope him, feel his soft skin...

But first, I gotta work.

I wasn't doing so good, let's be honest. I wasn't getting that motivation, that laborious energy and it wasn't because of some douche -well, it was because of someone, of two, but not someone insulting my work again. Oddly, my janitor team was acting kind of hermetic around me. They haven't spoken to me since I arrived, not even 'good afternoon' or 'hello, how're you doing?'. Nope. Nada. Not only that, they were both avoiding me. I could understand why Harry wanted to (I would avoid the man who broke my heart too), but Thalia? Come on. Something's up. It felt like they arranged to ignore me all day, like they were both sharing some sort of emotion, plotting something behind my back.

I literally did no cleaning today; I was too focused on getting them both to talk, and I specifically wanted to talk to Harry, apologize, clear things up, I dunno. Something, I wanted something to come out of their mouths. Anything. This... lack of motivation and teamwork was unnerving me. I've gotten way too attached to having them beside me, aiding me on purifying the bathrooms and whatever else these professional athletes shitted on.

And the guilt. Oh, the guilt, the worst sentiment I've ever experienced. The looks that Harry was shooting at me were murderous, piercing, rife with sadness and despair. It carved holes in my body like I was being shot with an AK-47. I tried to say something, but he just vanishes like... shit, out of thin air.

I was in the lunch room, staring down at my full bowl and prodding the beans with my fork glumly. Ah, shit. How can I make this lump in my throat go away? I swallowed and swallowed, but it was futile. How do I make this guilt go away? How do I not wallow over it? How do I not summon Harry's expression? Fuck! I've never been able to control my emotions, but recently, I've managed, I've done pretty fucking good the last few months. Still, when it came to guilt, I was smacked in the ass. To know that because of me, of my dumb brain, of my reckless nature, of my horrible attitude, someone else is suffering is the worst sentiment I've experienced, I can't bear with it. The words: your fault, your fault, kept nagging me in my mind. It painfully reminded me of Mom's welfare if I had been aware of her illness since...

The time when I recklessly rescued Marco and left the hideout unguarded... (I was lucky ire shadowed the guilt, though, and I'm not entirely guilty on this one).

No, no, no, no, Jean! You're making a big deal out of this! And by the looks of it, I wasn't the only one.

I heard quick footsteps beside me and I perked my head at the direction, barely spotting a figure swoop by swiftly in my periphery. Was that...?

I stood and peeked out. It's Thalia, and when she looked over her shoulder, I hid back in. Was she eavesdropping me?

I should call out to her, but I don't feel like it. I want to know what she's up to and if she was really eavesdropping me, and for that, I need to follow and spy on her too.

Once I was clear, I headed out, putting all effort on producing no sound with my foot. A hard task for someone like me; every time I tread my foot ever so slowly against the floor, the bitch shrieked and made Thalia look back. When she did, I performed Marco's trick of blending within crowds to fool the adversary. Right now, the crowd near to me wasn't so much of a mob, it was just a group of teens laughing idiotically, but I've managed to "hide" behind one of the girls while feigning to mop the floor with a near broomstick, which was utterly dry, let me tell you.

Thalia was heading to the near men's bathroom, I gathered, as she passed by the launch area for athletes and strolled towards the end of the lounge. She entered the men's bathroom, like I foretold, where I hoped Harry was. I tip-toed there and lent against the door's trim. I peeked inside a bit and spotted her caressing her temples, exhausted at, what I inferred, this whole situation with us. She seemed to dislike the rift too, -"We have to talk to him -you, specifically."

Harry still bore that look he has given me the whole afternoon, -"Me? Why me?"- He whined and looked away to avoid her possible glare.

She sighed, -"You know why, don't play dumb,"- Her voice was gruff. She was really tired of this whole mess. I then wondered if she knew about his crush on me, -"Be honest with him and done with it. He has a boyfriend already, so what? You can't do anything about it -I mean, you can, but..."- Yup, she did, and was doing a horrible job of cheering him up. Maybe her intentions were to aid him, hence why she tried to fix her words but was just inept. Say, like someone around here.

Harry whined again and sobbed. Damn, he's extremely melancholic, -"But I don't know what to say..."

-"Just say the truth,"- She sighed, but this time, her breath came out with more solicitude, -"I'm positive his intentions weren't to offend you. You just appeared at the wrong place, wrong time."

Exactly, I thought -I mean, at least, the 'his intention wasn't to offend you' part. He was at the right place, right time because he asked me to go with him I don't know where to talk. Marco was the one who acted to offend him, or so I think. I really hope not, but everything points to veracity. That's so unlike him and rude. Harry's a nice guy, unoffensive and shy, no one has any reason to screw him -Marco did, and because he was jealous, no less. I have to speak to him about this, for real this time, not gonna forget.

-"Well, not Jean's, but..."- And he got his purport. Clever -or maybe it's just obvious.

-"You really think so?"- Thalia asked and scratched her scalp, -"He seemed like a nice guy."- Oh, Thalia, if you only knew. Marco has a lot of facades.

Harry nodded briskly. He was completely convinced -of both Marco's motives and his amiability.

Thalia sighed for the third time, -"I dunno, Harry, just talk to him and sort this mess out. He's not gonna yell at you or anything. He's easy to talk to and I'm sure he wants to speak to you too. Have you seen him?"

Harry nodded again.

-"He's glum. I've never seen him like that. He's always so hot-headed."

Harry laughed at that last part and I saw resolution in his eyes as he straightened up, -"Yeah, it's really weird and sad to see him like that,"- He commented before he nodded towards her, -"O-okay, I'll try to talk to him."

-"Good and if you need... you know, just holler at me."- She rubbed her rear neck awkwardly.

Suddenly, Harry glanced at my direction and Thalia followed suit. I hid and strolled away.

Back in the lunch room, I waited for them, anxiously, but they never came and I ate my lunch unwillingly, my appetite in the pits of my ass. Should I speak first? Or should I wait for them? I honestly don't now, but it didn't matter because when I headed outside to dumb a trash bag, they cornered me -or well, Harry tried to. Thalia was farther back, leaving this to us, but ready to jump in if necessary.

-"Oh, uh... hey."- I stammered, feeling queasy all of a sudden. Must be the trash can. Right.

Harry was worse than me. He was literally shaking, fidgeting with his fingers and looking everywhere but me, or my abdomen, or my arms, -"J-Jean, c-can... I s-speak with you?"

I nodded, a bit too vigorously, -"O-of course, I, uh... wanted to speak to you too."

Harry gave Thalia a side glance and this one nodded, -"Um... I was j-just..."- He blabbered anything but the reason why he approached me for.

I sighed and just went for it, desperate for his forgiveness, -"Look, Harry, I'm really sorry for... for offending you that day. It wasn't my intention, I swear,"- God, if I'm paid for every time I've said that already, you can call me Bill Gates, -"I-I know you think my b-boyfriend had one, but I didn't and I'll make sure he comes by to apologize too -if that makes you feel better."- I kept picturing that scenery in my mind and I just know it'll be horrible. It really wasn't a good idea; for all I know, Marco can get feisty and jump on him or some shit. That's how joint he's gotten with me. Me? I've always been attached to him and I've always zealed him from other people. Hypocrite, right? It's just so... weird of him, I dunno, I'm just not accustomed to him being like that. I want Marco to be sweet and mushy. Gotta think this trough.

Harry mustered a smile, one I haven't seen in a while, as he shook his head, -"No, it's alright, Jean. You don't h-have to, but I appreciate the thought,"- He loosened his tongue a bit, -"I... I overreacted too, I'm sorry, I'm just... you're so cool and... and admirable and courageous. You're like the perfect idol, someone I-I look up to..."

His words warmed me and they made me feel special, kind like Marco's make me feel, because when I looked at his eyes, I knew he spoke wholeheartedly. He wasn't bluffing.

-"But then it kind of turned into s-something else and I found myself t-thinking a lot about you and how special you made me feel when you stood up for me and Thalia,"- He struggled to keep his gaze on me, his cheeks really red now as he spoke his heart, -"Y-your b-boyfriend's lucky to have you. You're an amazing p-person, Jean..."

I was struck, really struck. Harry just confessed and it was... it was...

I was stunned, really stunned, completely glued in place -and I shouldn't be, I mean, this isn't the first time someone confessed to me. Come on, Jean, say something, even if it's stupid! But my mouth stayed shut and I stayed glued to the floor. It's just so awkward. I really wasn't expecting it, despite knowing he had feels for me. When Marco confessed, my reaction was kind of the same (the difference was that it was mutual). You just don't expect it and you're never ready for it -especially me. I've never confessed to anyone before -except Marco, duh, but before all that, I liked a ton of girls (or just Mikasa, I don't even remember), but I never did that thing teens do to lure a girl, speak my heart, ask her 'yes' bullshit, because I always did a mental scenery and I just didn't want to make a fool out of myself, not again, and I mean the bullying thing, when I was always humiliated in front of a ton of people and girls. Plus, I was a coward -still am in some ways, not like then, though- and when these guys, guys, come to me saying such preposterous things, I'm just taking by surprised, shocked, rigid.

I always knew people disliked me. I was kind of morose and bitter because, hey, being bullied every day was just not cool or fun and bullies loath when their victims get feisty and fight back, but you know me, that's all I'm saying.

Point is, someone confessing to me was just plain crazy from nice guys -yeah, even Marco, but I love him for it. I do often wonder how he loves me so much. I mean... me? Me?

-"Uh... J-Jean?"- Harry finally spoke and snapped me from my mental ravings.

I literally lept back, startled the fuck out, and gaped my mouth to say something -stupid I bet, -"Uh, y-yeah, sure,"- Okay, that was more stupid than I thought, considering he's expecting something else. I shook my head vigorously and tried again, -"I-I mean, I..., shit, fuck,"- I cursed again and again, my voice shaky and my body failing on me. Jesus fuck, Jean, you're a fucking mess when it comes to these fucking things, yeah. I fainted when Marco confessed the first time and I seriously think I'm gonna faint now too -no, not again, -"Holy fuck, I'm so sorry, Harry..."- Finally, my heart opened and I covered my face with my hands.

Between my finger's gaps, I saw Harry tilt his head, wondering why the fuck I was apologizing for.

-"I-I had no idea you feel like that -I mean, I did, b-because my boyfriend told me, but I... wasn't really sure. I'm so sorry I hurt your feeling..., I didn't mean it, Harry, please..."- Now, I was blabbering and couldn't really stop. Fuck, I must look pitiful.

Harry was astonished at my reaction; yeah, someone so hot-headed and quarrelsome like me in the brinks of tears over something like this? -"Jean, calm down,"- He said and miraculously, he mustered enough courage to step forward and place a hand on my shoulder, -"I was a bit hurt, and I also overreacted, but I know you didn't mean it, and it's okay. You love someone else and I can't change you, and I don't want to,"- He paused and looked a bit sorrowful, -"I-I do hope we can still be friends and a team..."

I finally looked up and met his eyes, -"I-I'd like that... a lot."- I stammered and holy shit, my throat's stings and my voice's gruff.

Harry's latter expression was replaced with joy. He smiled and couldn't coerce from giving me a hug, an awkward one, but I responded anyway. Then, he slowly tightened it and I seriously hope Marco's not around.

Out of thin air, Thalia jumped in and that's when Harry parted from me, -"Knew you'd it."- He patted Harry's head.

Harry blushed and looked at me. I smiled as a warm feeling ebbed me.

After that warmful reunion, we resumed our work after a warning from our boss and talked a lot. Thalia narrated to me how Harry always spied and kept a very lovie-dovey eye on me. Harry was totally embarrassed, but he got comfy and admitted it, especially when that asshole challenged me to do one hundred and twenty-five push-ups. I had nothing else to look at but the wall.

We parted and bid farewell after checking out. I headed home feeling better about myself.

Imagine my surprise, Marco was waiting for me, hands on hips and all, -"Heeey."- I exclaimed, pecking his cute as fuck cheeks.

He didn't budge and I have to say, he looks attractive like that, with that awfully cute scowl on his face, -"You're late."

I looked at the near clock. Sure enough, it's past seven. I might have loitered after work, chatting with Thalia and Harry about cleaning techniques. What? It's true. Right, -"Traffic, you know how it is."- I said cooly and smoothly, but really, I was sweating. Marco's scowl is scary. I did promise him I'd come early so we could snuggle under the moon...

Then, his scowl dissipated and he lunged at me, hugging me firmly, -"I was worried about you!"- Knew he'd submit to his worry. He's too sweet to stay mad at me for even a few minutes.

I hugged him back just as firm, -"I'm okay, I'm here and now,"- I met his eyes, -"We can do that snuggling you asked for."- I kissed his lips playfully.

He giggled and hooked his arms around my neck, -"I asked you?"

Fuck his wit. He's right, I was the one who asked him for it, -"Yeah, you."

He giggled again and prickled my skin in glee, -"If you say so."

-"Oh, you're so smart."- I started tickling him and kissing his cheeks madly.

He laughed a lot and I swear there's no sweeter sound than his laugh.

After that merry welcome, we prepared our, ahem, spot outside, in my backyard, with a few old quilts and pillows so that the grass won't piss us off. We settled cozily and star-gazed. Marco's head rested on my bare chest -yup, we only had our pajama pants in case things get hot n' heavy if you know what I mean.

Marco breathed deeply as he gazed at the stars, -"Beautiful, isn't it?"- He asked.

We've been gazing at the stars for hours now and God, the night sky was wonderful and I was enjoying every second of it, but more so Marco's company. I wanted to get together with him like this for a while now. Right now, though? I was craving for more of his attention. We're really comfy and cozy here and I wanted to snuggle more. I twirled my fingers in his hair and inhaled his vanilla scent. So fucking glorious, -"No more than you, though."- I quipped with a sappy smile. Help me.

Marco loves any kind of compliments I shower him with, though, even the most stupid ones. He giggled and burrowed deeper in my quilt above me, -"Aren't you mushy tonight, huh?"

-"You bring it out of me."- I whispered in his ear and he shivered.

He whirled over me and faced me, dropping his face low towards mine, our nose grazing. My body thrilled at the touch, -"I wonder what else I can bring out of you..."- He whispered, grazing his lips against mine playfully, alluring me and gazing my eyes seductively. The thrill rushed in again and I pulled his head down briskly. He smirked before our lips met.

Tongues, bodies, hands and legs danced for a loooong time. I was practically sucking his soul out, let's be real. He was all over me, there's barely any space between us and I love it, I want him to be even closer. I want to feel him, taste his sweet scent at the pits of my throttle and hear him moan and muse my name a thousand times. The cool breeze was alluring, enticing us together...

I was working my way into his pajama, considering both our growing hard-ons, when he stopped me, breathing raggedly. He perked his body up reluctantly and from here, I could count all the blots I've left on his neck and shoulder. Damn, there's about twenty-something, -"J-Jean... wait a sec..."- He was sweating, distraught with himself. He struggled to part from me.

-"Is something... wrong?"- There goes my heart throbbing its way out of my chest.

He shook his head and struggled with his own body, which desired to just lay on top of mines, -"N-no... I just... I want...,"- He gulped, his cheeks so red his freckles practically disappeared. In fact, his whole face lit up and I couldn't help but wonder what's on his mind, -"I want you to... touch me like you did when you gave me the... suppository."

Okay, out of all the things in the world, I was not expecting that. Well, maybe I did, but not this soon. I mean, I know he enjoyed the way my finger kind of got "stuck" in his ass, but... damn son.

My eyes widened, -"Y... you do?"

Marco nodded, biting his lips and looking at me pleadingly.

My eyes widened more and my body heated up. Every part of me got hot in a matter of seconds. Marco just asked me to finger his ass, okay? I had a pleasurable, tickling sensation in my fingertips as I began to scurry them onto his back, -"Y-you really want me to?"- I stammered, my throat dry.

Again, he nodded, more vigorously.

I gulped. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Donald Duck much, Jean? -"R-right here?"

He nodded just like before, his eyes carved on mines.

-"O-okay...,"- I mused and began to sit up and gestured him to turn around and lay down on the quilt. He obeyed, very eagerly and swiftly, -"L-let me k-know if I-"

-"Jean,"- He interrupted me before I could mull over how I believed hurt him that time, -"I-It'll be okay. It won't hurt, it didn't hurt."- He smiled in that fucking tender way...

How come he's so damn positive about this? I'm shitting bricks here! I don't want to see his painful face again, I don't want to hurt him, I don't want him to faint! It gotta hurt, come on!

No, no, no, Jean! He asked you because he liked it that day and he wishes to feel it again. Do it.

Seriously, is that my voice of reason?

-"Jean..."- Marco called. Oh no, sweet lord, he's desperate. His voice was hoarse. And his face...! He really wants me to nail him!

I gulped again. Well, shit, there's always a first time -or a second time, I dunno.

-"Y-yeah, I'll do it,"- I stuttered as I positioned myself closer to him, resting my thighs on my calves, -"Just breathe, o-okay?"

He chuckled and bit his lip before laying down face-first on my quilt.

I breathed deeply. Okay, relax, you big pussy. It'll be fine, he wants this and you want it too, you little bitch.

Ever so slowly, I pulled down his pant and again, I drooled over his ass. I whipped my eyes up and down as I licked my lips lecherously. Damn, how can such a majestic piece even exist? Jesus fucking Christ.

Unconsciously, my hand began to rub his left bun (the one who had the mess of freckles) vertically as I gawked at it with loving eyes. Marco shivered and giggled lowly at the touch (he's ticklish even here, huh) and when I neared my face to it and licked his skin, he moaned lowly and hummed my name, -"Fuck, you have a majestic butt, you know that?"- I commented as I bit on it gently.

Marco moaned, louder this time.

My eyes drifted to his butthole and I perked up, more confident this time. Okay, here it goes. It's gonna be okay, he wants this, you want it and it's okay, I reassured myself as I aimed at it with my fingers, one at a time. You don't wanna hurt him, so you gotta be patient and take it slow.

Marco's body tensed when my finger grazed his rectum, preparing itself.

Both of us breathed deeply as I carefully thrust my index finger in. The moment I did, Marco shivered and moaned on my pillow, hugging it tightly. Also, that same gleeful and delectable, sticky sensation ebbed me again. The surface was gooey, like muddy. Oh boy, it feels good, feels fucking great (is that weird?). Is is getting hot out here despite the cool air? I want to feel it more so I dipped my finger deeper in and Marco just craved for it. He moaned louder and mused my name, his body writhing, -"Jean..."- That translated as 'go deeper'.

And so I did. His wishes are my command. I began to twist my finger in and rubbed the area, and holy shit, Marco literally bleated aloud and moaned for more, now biting my pillow firmly, his forehead rife with sweat and eyes shut close.

I was losing this 'cool' I had until now as I thrust my middle finger next. Marco's eyes snapped open at the sensation and moaned again, louder and louder. He reached for his dick beneath him, but I slapped his hand away and I gripped it instead. Marco totally desired for me to work him from both sides and I complied. As I stroked his cock, I dove both my fingers deeper in and twirled them, like I was tweaking some gears. Marco's stiff cock spew cum like crazy onto my sheets, but none of us minded -not now, at least.

My mind was literally nowhere else but his cock and ass. I was slowly losing reason as his loud as fuck moans and groans echoed and resonated in my ears and traveled across my whole body in exhilarating thrills, especially down south. I wasn't getting the good treat, but this is glorious too. I had a slight impulse to pull my cock out and penetrate his ass right here and now, but I managed to coerce that at least.

What I didn't manage to control was my submerging fingers, but Marco wasn't complaining yet, so it can't be hurting him, -"One... more..."- I spoke raggedly, my voice gruff as I separated my third finger from the herd and thrust it in too. His ass couldn't open more, I swear. Marco was moaning nonstop now as I dipped it to level the rest, which were having a party inside. They still had that ticklish sensation that scurried all the way to me and they couldn't stop jiggling inside.

Once leveled, I shoved all three fingers a bit deeper and pulled them back a bit and then in again. I kept doing that, back and forth, slowly and steadily, as if I was chopping something. By now, Marco was shivering madly and moaning, and between the pleasurable moans, -"F-f-faster... p-please..."- He babbled and squeezed all my bed sheets together.

My head darted back at the current of electricity as I increased speed. I moaned loudly too, -"F-fuck..."

Marco's body shook and lunged back and forth at my force. I was shoving my fingers deeper, back and forth, faster and harsher, but I couldn't stop, I didn't want to. I want Marco to feel better and he was practically yelling my name now with so much ecstasy and satisfaction, -"J-Jean... d-don't stop!"- He begged and help me, God, it titillated me. Is it weird that I like how he begged me for more? How much I really, really like the way he screams my name? Fuck, I like it, I love it. I want to hear it more.

I executed one final push and again, Marco screamed my name with so much zest and indulgence, -"... Jean!"

Ohhhh my God, I exclaimed mentally at the bliss his voice brought me as my body shivered with thrills and pleasure. His cock was so hard, like never before on our activities, and it literally released an incessant amount of cum as he reached his climax.

I was panting heavily as I lowered speed, my body weakening on top of his, but like last time, I couldn't pull my fingers out, they got 'stuck' again and I wanted them stuck. I wanted them there forever, I wanted...

Marco wasn't breathing as paced as I was. His body burned and writhed feebly, his face was red like never before. My heart skipped a beat as I was painfully reminded of that day I gave him his first blow, the day he fainted on me and I thought he died. No, no, no, I don't want that, no way Jose!

Carefully and slowly, I pulled my fingers out and I just realized just how deep they actually were. Holy shit, this is inhuman, I swear. How can this not hurt?

I shook my head and ignore it as I continued to retrain my fingers. Once out, Marco finally began to breathe paced and normally, and I sighed in relief as I wrapped my arms around him.

He stayed quiet for a while. Was he mad at me? The thought crashed as he whipped around abruptly and kissed me madly and a bit sloppy. I replied and literally dropped my body against his, my legs embroiling with his. I pulled our chests close and I felt his sweat rush onto mines. He ran his hand up to my hair and twirled his fingers with it, pulling our heads closer and deepening the kiss. It was passionate, hot, heavy, enticing and... and...

I hoisted my body up when I felt his fingers on my pajama's back fringes.

Marco bit his lips and stared at me quizzically, asking me something with his eyes.

I knew what. He wants to finger my ass too.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

I stayed blank for a while, apparently, because Marco tilted his head, his expression a bit worried, -"Jean, if you don't want me to, I unders-"

I interrupted him by loosening my body down, -"You're really asking me?"- I really wanted that, oh yes I did. While nailing him, I felt satisfied, great and all, but it can't compare to feeling my love's fingers in my ass.

Marco smiled before biting his lips and scurrying his fingers in my pants.

Oh man, I can't wait to feel all that.

By impulsion, I buried my face in his neck and exhaled his aphrodisiac vanilla scent. My cock erected at both the smell and his touch and he felt it. He gotta. It was huge. When he started to wriggle underneath me, I pinned him down, -"H-hey, I want to see your butt too."- He whined.

I just shook my head. My butt? Oh no, now that's just embarrassing. It's plain pale, there's nothing to see and drool over it. No, no, he doesn't want to, really.

Marco pouted and huffed, -"Fine."- He then dipped his hand on my pant and toyed with my cock as he kissed my neck's core.

I shivered immediately at the gleeful sensations I was getting from my soft spots. My body was languid on his as his finger began to make way towards my butt. When he squeezed one of my buns, I yelped and bit on his neck harshly.

Marco groaned and then chuckled, pinching my bun more.

Sure, it was funny. Marco was silently laughing to himself at my jumpiness, but I was getting desperate, my cock was hard as a rock and I wanted him to finger my ass already, -"Marco... just get your fingers in."- My mind was already cloudy with covet.

Somehow, that also amused him and he carefully dipped his index finger in my anus. Oh my fucking God. What is this? What is this glorious feeling? Marco shoved his finger more and that sensation rushed in again, harsher this time. My head got hazy and my vision got a bit foggy. Oh my God. My body was on fire and every tiny move he did with his finger in there shot waves of hotness across my whole body and to my head. Oh man, I want more of it, -"Marco, just..."- I babbled, my face in his neck still.

Marco dipped his middle finger in next and Jesus fuck, there goes again that orgasmic current. Ohhh baby, I exclaimed mentally, gripping his hips firmly. I must be scraping his skin with my nails because he groaned and shifted his body a bit. Fuck, I want to care, but in this moment...

Marco knew because he coped with the pain and he pushed his fingers deeper in. Another wave of hotness, especially southward. The area around my crotch was so hot, I swear, I think it's on fire.

Marco tweaked his fingers in there, just like I did in his anus, and I impulsively gripped his hips tighter, -"Oh my God, Marco...,"- I moaned at the shot of hotness again, -"... feels so good."

-"Jean..."- He moaned too, probably experiencing what I did when I nailed him. His Adam's apple vibrated under my nose joyfully.

How about you get that third finger in, huh? And he did, very swiftly, with no struggle whatsoever and damn, triple kill of that sensation. Of fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I moaned louder this time and unconsciously began to sway my body back and forth slowly, -"Fuuuuck..."

Marco moaned my name (my moans must be titillating him) and suddenly squeezed his grip on my crotch, with force, just how I like it. I groaned loudly and spit cum as if he was squeezing milk out of cows -Jean, please erase that image.

Why? It's what he's practically doing, right?

Oh fuck. Me and my sick mind.

As he jerked in pace, he began to waggle his fingers back and forth in my anus. I bleated the fuck out of me and swayed my body faster, but something was missing. A fourth finger. I wanted another one, -"M-Marco... get your pinkie in."

-"Jean, are you sure...?"- He breathed out, concerned.

-"Yeah,"- I exclaimed, a bit too loudly, -"Fuck yeah."

He nodded and with a bit of effort, he shoved his pinkie in with more force. My ass opened to an impossible level and I felt a slight pain there, but it was shadowed by pleasure and bliss, -"Fuck...!"- I shouted, that hotness setting in with more power, but after a while, it felt fucking amazing, orgasmic, fucking thrilling. My dick got harder and I almost forgot about Marco working me faster there too.

Now with his fourth finger, he lunged them together back and forth again and my body followed suit, -"Faster, Marco...,"- I was the one begging now and Marco wasn't so joyful about it as I was when he begged me, -"Faster, faster...!"- Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... I felt like I had the sun in me and it was about to explode. My vision got completely foggy as I raised my head and screamed profanities and my boyfriend's name, my throat dry and my arms wobbly, but fuck it, fuck it all. The orgasm's just too fucking good...!

I released. My fucking dick vacated the fuck out onto Marco's torso. My body dropped onto Marco's once again and our sweat made us stick together as I breathed harshly, exhausted the fuck out. Oh my God.

-"J-Jean, are you o...?"- Is that Marco? His mellowy voice barely reached my ears.

Suddenly, I didn't felt one of his fingers in my ass and the fog dissipated. I could hear him better now.

-"Jean, answer me, please."- He sounded terrified, just like I was when he fainted that day. He was jolting my body awake.

-"Wa-wait... don't pull them off yet,"- I exclaimed and rested my light head on his chest, -"Just... fuck, let them there a for a while more."- Easy, Jean, I breathed deeply and relaxed on him, but I want to keep feeling them there, just for a few more minutes.

Marco began to caress my hair, -"Are you okay?"- He asked.

I nodded, -"Uh-huh,"- I mused, my eyes closing, -"Fucking great..."

He chuckled and rested his head back onto my pillows and breathed deeply too, relaxing as well.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, his fingers on my rectum feeling good, satisfying until I drifted into slumber.

Hoped you enjoyed :3