he’s so tall now, so fucking hot. and the fact that he has authority now? holy fuck i’d tap that.
it really helps that he’s so fucking in love w you and so caring and loyal and sweet and and and.
anyway. so, squad leader jean who gets to decide his own squad, so ofc you’re in it. you’re second-in-command, his right-hand, whatever you wanna call it. despite your lower rank compared to him, he values your opinions and decisions (totally not because he’s wrapped around your finger).
but he’s busy, goes to meetings and shit. he’s bossy sometimes. demanding of his squad. he knows what he’s doing and it’s just so hot on him.
NSFW! MDI!
and it just makes everything so much hotter when he’s thrusting into you late at night in his room — your shared room by now, really. he’d gotten it with the promotion — panting filling the silence.
the moment you called him captain for the first time after his promotion, he came right then and there, mid thrust.
cw: violence, guns, swear-words, smut (creampie, riding, degradation, reader's a dominatrix if you squint really hard?)
summary: rival tensions between you and jean finally snap, resulting in something steamy in one of the shooting booths
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The quarrel started when Jean purposefully shot the last of the cans you were shooting at, ruining your strike of six and taking down the seventh himself. On purpose.
You stopped aiming with your pistol and opened your left eye, frantically searching for whoever claimed your victory. You didn't have to search long since you heard sniggering from the other shooting booth, where Sasha, Connie, and Jean were, the latter obviously flaunting having stolen the last can from you.
"Bastard," you muttered and made your way towards the oaf.
"What, came to congratulate me on my awesome aim?" Jean flaunted, aware just how pissed off you are.
"Having the time of your life, huh?" you tried to level your voice as much as possible, but with your hot-headed disposition, it was simply impossible.
"Clearly. No one shoots better than me."
Connie rolled his eyes, perfectly aware of how Jean is annoying you on purpose.
His filthy leer started disappearing as he heard no answer from you; silence on your part is never a good omen since it's a perfect equivalent for the calm before the storm.
And oh, what thunder you could deliver.
In a flash, you spun the barrel of your pistol, loading it, and lodged the pipe straight between Jean's shocked eyes. Sasha and Connie yelped, completely thrown aback.
"There should be just a couple of bullets left, I've no idea whether it's actually loaded now or not." You explained, fuming with cold-hearted odium.
"Oi, Y/N, you better..."
"Silence, please." You interrupted Connie, and Sasha was just starting at the both of you, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Jean chuckled - poor decision. "What, you're gonna shoot?"
You removed the safety, the clacking sound pushing everyone an inch more towards the edge. "I might."
Jean was shitting himself but he would never show that to you. To anyone else, maybe, not really a big deal, but not in front of you. The thing is, he can't stand you because you're so much like Eren. You're both hot-headed, tenacious, and idealistic. Although, you leaned more on the purely deranged side.
Yet at the same time, the longer you held the cold steel lodged in between his eyes, the more Jean felt his pants tightening.
"You, crazy bitch." Jean spat out, not even thinking of looking away from your thunderous, plain crazy eyes.
You squeezed the handle tighter as you pushed the pipe deeper into Jean's skin; that's definitely going to leave a mark for some time.
"Say that again." You challenged, your body shaking.
Everyone dared not say a word.
Suddenly, a voice called you from further away. "Oi, Y/N, come, dinner's almost ready." It was Eren, having briefly come out to the shooting grounds to call you.
It took a split second of your distraction for Jean to slap the pistol out of your grasp and twist the same arm behind your back painfully.
"Just a moment, Jaeger," Jean shouted back, covering your almost frothing mouth with his hand. "Go," he instructed Sasha and Connie. "We're just gonna talk it out."
"You're kidding? You're gonna rip each other to pieces!" Connie yelled.
"Go, I'm just gonna talk some sense into this crazy."
As Sasha and Connie were leaving, Jean finally retracted his palm shielding your mouth, allowing you to openly growl at him.
"Stop squirming, you knucklehead."
He released you by pushing you forwards gently as if to put some distance between the two of you. You almost crashed into the gun stack yet turned around quickly enough to lodge your fist into Jean's jaw.
The blow held so much force that he actually rolled out of the booth backwards and straight onto the grass.
"Bitch!" he yelled in disbelief. "You almost dislocated my jaw!"
"Wouldn't be a problem for your horse-face." You retorted as you jumped over the same railing, aiming to maim him some more.
"Oh yeah? What about your snotty mug?" he avoided your advance by managing to grab your collar and smash you straight on your back, all air emptying from your lungs. "Want me to embellish it for you?"
You bared your teeth and groaned at him, trying to squirm out of the lock he's formed by straddling your waist.
"Would you just calm down?!" He yelled at you as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head.
"Stop messing with me and I will!"
"I'm not messing with you! I'm..."
But really, what? Jean couldn't finish the sentence, because he truly didn't know what exactly is he doing. He knew for sure that he didn't genuinely wish to inflict pain upon you, you just drove him crazy because you're so much like Eren, whom...
Whom he actually respectfully admires.
Meaning...
Do I actually like you? Jean thought to himself.
"Get off me, you oaf." You finally pushed him aside and scrambled up to your feet.
You were almost going away to dinner, yet the fact that Jean was still sitting on the ground and eyeing you with furrowed brows and this stupid, unreadable expression on his face locked you in place.
You stared back at him in mutual confusion for some time. "The fuck's wrong with you?"
Jean stared at you for some more, the loss in his eyes turning into defensive anger once again. He stood up, towering over you menacingly, his chest heaving up and down, fists balled up. This whole situation gained such a baffling vibe, you didn't even know what to think of it anymore. Jean was acting too strange.
"Would you stop obsessing over me?" Jean yelled, forcing your jaw to drop indignantly.
"Me? I'm obsessing over you? It's you who can't leave me alone for two straight minutes every day!"
He huffed. "It's because you... You... You're always in my way!" Frankly, Jean was panicking because he was running out of generalized excuses.
"Are you being serious, horse-face?"
"Don't call me that!"
"I'll call you whatever I want, horse-face!"
Jean gritted his teeth, the rage bubbling up inside of him, finally exploding in him crashing his lips on yours, his palms on both sides of your neck.
Your eyes were wide open as you pushed him away a second after, the shock and disbelief of his actions hovering between the two of you. He was staring right back at you with the same stupefied look, even after you slapped him.
Few more seconds of something alike a staring contest passed when it was your turn to grab him by his collar and crash your lips on his.
Jean moaned at the contact of your tongues, inciting a tingling sensation in your insides. You were kissing so hard and so hastily, as if your lives depended on it, trying to catch some air in little intervals between another kiss.
You grabbed at his jacket clumsily, aiming to drop it off his sturdy shoulders. He caught onto the hint and shimmied off of it hastily, removing your own and resuming kissing you.
His hands started to grab at your plump ass, hinting for you to jump. You did so immediately before he carried you back to the booth, never breaking off the kiss. He sat on the bench, you on top of him, holding him snuggly by the neck. You rolled your hips onto his hardening erection once, forcing a moan to slip out of his mouth. You smiled against his lips, repeating the action and this time feeling his fingers dig into the plush of your ass.
"Who's teasing who now?" Jean blabbered in between the kisses.
"Shut up." You kissed him again, having something more devious in mind.
You placed your palm on his chest and started trailing it towards his now painfully obvious tent. You bit at his lower lip as you sneaked your hand right under his boxers, palming him.
"You dreamed about this, haven't you, you freak?" You asked deviously, enjoying how he's falling apart under you.
He remained silent, fighting your accusing gaze with his own, trying really hard to even his shaky breathing. The answer was obvious.
As your shoulder bobbed up and down, Jean was closing in towards his edge.
"Ah, I'm--"
"No, hold it in." You ordered and undid Jean's pants just enough for his member to spring free before hastily ridding yourself of your lower garments too.
In an impatient hurry, you got back to straddling him, taking his shaft into your hand and guiding the tip to position it just below your weeping entrance, his hands fused to your ass, trying his best to not just straight up impale you.
Both of you moaned as you finally eased down on him, the warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock almost making him cum on the spot.
"Fuck." You mewled, thinking that he certainly has other horse-like qualities aside from his face.
You held onto the railing behind Jean as you started pacing up and down, Jean stroking your ass and your back, the shallow puffs of breath from your mouths connecting into one smoky, lust-dripping cloud.
His lips latched onto your neck as his fingers dug into your ass cheeks and thighs, making you go absolutely feral and quicken your pace. You just hoped that these lewd skin-slapping sounds won't reach anyone's ears.
You yelped when Jean's thumb found your clit and started circling it. So he's not so selfish after all.
Somewhere in between the sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses and your bobbing you felt that the pleasure is unraveling your sanity. Jean's husky groaning doesn't help.
"I hate you, I hate you so much." You babbled into his mouth, thinking only about his enormous dick pounding your cervix.
"I hate you more." He replied as he tugged your hair at the nape just enough for the pain to transform into pleasure.
Your pussy contracted at the sensation, not going unnoticed by Jean as he unloaded himself into you. Your own bliss followed not long after as you threw your head back and moaned into the soft twilight air with your knitted together brows and sultry, swollen lips handing wide open.
Coming down from your high you felt that it was Jean's big palms that you leaned your back on, preventing you from simply tumbling backwards onto the ground.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Jean admitted, referring to your orgasm and peppering stray kisses on your neck.
"I know." You retorted with a devious smile.
You stood up and started putting your pants back on, so did Jean, silence heavy with speculation hanging between the two of you, transfixed occasionally only by a deeper breath in an attempt to catch some air.
You eyed each other as you fixed your jacket, cheeks still pink from all the action. "I still hate you, you know."
He chuckled. "If this hatred between us puts us to such extremes, so be it."
You tried your best to contain your smile but simply failed. You went to have dinner side by side, trying not to raise any suspicions, yet the occasional piece of grass or dirt in your hair, your flushed skin and the too-tame way you acted beside each other didn't go unnoticed by your friends, although no one said anything. Yet.
What was obvious to everyone, though, is that this 'hate' between you actually has to be interchanged with some other antonymous word and it will make perfect sense.
head full of thoughts abt jean and his white shirt and how very very sexy it would look if he kept the sleeves rolled up
y-you mean, jean coming back from a long day, rolling his sleeves up so you can see the faintly prominent vein run down his forearm? or maybe how fucking attractive he looks in that nice white button up that tries it’s best to hide how lean he is? oh! or maybe even jean rolling up his sleeves to finger you just before you both go out because he knows just how messy you can be? 🥺
