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Just Look

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Them!

Jean: Fuck the Yeagers. I hate all of them

Connie: That’s a…

Levi: Don’t say it.

Connie: That’s a little…

Levi pulling out swords: Don’t fucking say it.

Connie: …Yeagerist

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Dom Female Reader
Characters: Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer
Rating:NSFW
Content:Overstimulation, dacryphilia, marking, edging, brat-taming, forced submission, worship, orgasm denial

This is another request! AHHH! Thank you so much @Sayakarii for your support, I hope you enjoy it ^v^ Writing this was a blast! We stan horse boy up in here. <3

This is set in season 4 when Jean is 19-years-old :) There are NO SPOILERS for season 4 of Attack on Titan but there may be a few for the first 3 seasons. Please be wary. This is also not accurate to season 4, I’m just making shit up. 

“Y/N! Watch out!” Your head snaps toward a blurred object flying towards your face. You narrowly dodge it with a quick adjustment to your in-air height. 
You glance back at Sasha who gave you the warning. “Thank you!” You shout back. 
You knew that going into battle was going to be a challenge, but never had you imagined it to be this degree. One wrong move or strayed attention and you’ll be dead in seconds. 
While, of course, you’re terrified – There’s also that rush of danger that seems to make you smile all the while facing almost certain death. 

“Y/N I swear if you cheat death one more fucking time–” You hear a voice call out from the distance to your right. You look over to see Jean flying through the air with his brows furrowed.
“Sir yes sir!” You holler before swiftly avoiding the debris flying through the air from collapsing buildings. You had always been known on the squad as the one who just barely misses death.

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“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N, this luck of yours is insane.” Connie huffs, throwing off his ODM gear. 
You follow suit, feeling the weight lift off of your waist. “It’s more of a curse at this point.” You joke. Feeling a strain on your neck, you rotate your head to stretch it out. 
“Get rest tonight.” The striking voice of your captain Levi echoes through the room. “From here on out there won’t be any breaks.” You groan quietly at his remark while you refill the tanks to your gear. 

Your eyes dart up to Jean on the other side of the room. He appears grumpier than usual. In fact, it reminds you of your old training days with him as a teenager. You slide off the wooden boxes and trot over to him. 
“What’s with the sour look?” You ask, bending over so your eyes are level. 
Jean shakes his head as he continues to refill his tanks. "What? You ignoring me or something?“ You ask as you stand upright, throwing your hands on your hips. Yet still. Silence. Anger slowly bubbles inside your chest, growing impatient at his childish behaviour. "That’s it.” You grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him towards you. “You’re coming with me.” With no further comment, he follows obediently. 

Once you reach your personal quarters, you push him inside and lock the door. “Wanna tell me what that shit was about?” You ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.
Jean clenches his jaw. Clearing avoiding eye contact with you. “You really don’t care. Do you?”
His words catch you by surprise. “Pardon? Care about what?”
“Yourself!” He yells, stepping closer toward you. “You have no fear for your own life. You go out into battle like it doesn’t matter if you return or not.” He pauses. Now frowning and heaving to himself. “Fuck you.”
You look to the floorboards, trying to hide your smile as your tongue grazes over your lips. “And what does it matter to you?” You ask, looking back up at him with a cocky look plastered on your face.
“Go fuck yourself.” He huffs whilst looking at you through his downturned eyebrows. 
“I think you should be a little nicer, Jean.” You warn, adding a vindictive emphasis on his name.
“Or what?” He tests, getting in your face. Just a few mere inches away. “What can you do. Huh?” It was the one thing about him that never failed to tick you off, the headspace that he was always the one in charge no matter who he was facing. Aside from Levi of course. 

You flash him a fake smile before grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him to his knees. Jean grips your wrist of the hand that’s tangled in his hair, trying to release the pressure on his skull. 
“Let’s try that again hm?” You grin, forcing him to look up at you. 
Jean scoffs at you and squints his eyes. “You really think you can dominate me?” His condescension just pisses you off that tiny bit more.
“Yes.” You pull him in closer to you, tightening your grip which makes him wince. “I do.” 
He raises an eyebrow, obviously in denial that you could make him submit to you. “I’d like to see you try.” He titters. 
“Careful what you wish for.” You nudge the tip of your boot-covered foot against his crotch, taking note of the tent in his pants from being completely erect. “If I were mistaken, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” You tease, slighting rubbing him through his pants. “Tell me, what part made you hard? Was it when I pulled your hair? Or is it when I forced you onto your knees?” You shift in tone sent chills down his spine.
Jean’s cheeks flush to a bright red, eyes slightly glazing over. You can tell he needs one more nudge to throw him into subspace. You graze your thumb over his bottom lip, now noticing him urging forward in desperation for a kiss. 

You straighten yourself and walk away from Jean who remained on his knees, watching you intensely as you sit on the edge of the bed.
“Come.” You command, throwing one leg over the other. 
Jean vigorously shakes his head as if to snap himself out of the state. “You really think I’m gonna–”
“Jean.” Your tone now far more forceful. You lean forward and stare at him, eyes of ice and filled with intimidation.  “I said come.”
He says nothing. Strictly obeying your command, he attempts to stand. 
You click your tongue with displeasure. “No. Crawl to me.” 
Jean body visibly trembles under your command. He slowly but surely crawls on all fours and sits by your legs. 
“Good boy.” You lift his chin with your foot, making sure that he’s looking up at you. With no further words, you rest your leg over his shoulder. He makes no hesitation to kiss you through your clothes all the way from your ankle to your inner thigh. Worshipping your body as if you were his new God. 
You run your fingertips up his neck, his head tilting up with the movement. You lean further in to him, lips just inches away. Jean’s eyes begin to flutter shut, awaiting your contact. You barely sweep his lips with your own, far too light to be a kiss. 
“Hm. I don’t think you deserve it yet.” You whisper. His mouth gapes open yet he says nothing. A frown paints his face. You smile at his obvious frustration. 

“Please…” His body jerks as your hands slowly explore his upper half. Every touch that you lay on his body just makes it all the more obvious that he’s in subspace. His sensitivity now at its max.
“Please what?” You taunt. Knowing exactly what it is that he wants.
He bites his bottom lip, trying to work up the nerve. “Help me…” His eyes full of desperation as he motions to his crotch. “Hurts.” 
You look down, considering giving him what he desires. A wicked plan brews in your mind. “Okay. Come sit up here.” You say, patting the spot beside you.
Jean practically jumps to his feet and crawls over. You straddle his legs, leaving enough room to touch him. 

You tie his wrists together with your belt and pull down his zipper at an almost agonisingly slow pace. Unsurprisingly, his cock springs free at the release from its previously cramped space. Jean exhales at the feeling.
Even if you hadn’t known how horny he was before, it was oh so obvious now. Rock hard and already leaking precum. You smirk to yourself, taking it as a compliment. 
You slide your hand down his cock, coating it in his own precum. You set yourself for a rhythmic pace, not too fast for him to come yet not too slow to be dull. Jean dips his head back, engulfed in the pleasure. His mouth agape and letting out shallow breaths.
You quicken your pace. His legs jolt at the sudden speed. Jean covers his mouth with his hand, knowing that anyone who walks past could hear through the door with cracks in the wood. He groans lowly, signalling that he’s close. As his voice begins to break, you let go. Taking away his stimulation and denying his orgasm. 
Jean whines and stares at you with a frustrated look. His flushed cheeks and heaving chest is a sight you find rather cute. 

Purely out of spite from his behaviour earlier, you repeat this process. Over and over until Jean begs with tears streaming down his cheeks. You teased him until he because so sensitive that all it could take is one singular touch and he’d immediately come. 
“P-please! Please let me come. Please I need it so bad.” He cries out, not caring who hears. His eyes stained red from crying, the view of it all stirs an animalistic desire within you. 
You wrap your hand around his neck and lean in to his ear. “You wanna come so bad? Fine.” Your words send goosebumps over his body. 
He watches intensely as you slide your pants down just enough to expose yourself without having to remove your harnesses. 

Jean inhales sharply as you hover yourself over his throbbing cock. With a devious grin, you quickly sink down. His entire length stretches your insides causing you to gasp. You had forgotten just how big he actually was.
That one action is all it takes for him to reach his climax, shooting his cum deep inside of you. Jean’s body trembles from the release that he had been chasing for what felt like hours. His head rests against your shoulder where he attempts to catch his breath all the while choking back on his tears. 
You ignore his exhaustion and continue to bounce on him. Jean’s head springs up to look at you.
“W-wha–”
“You really thought I’d stop there? Oh no baby.” Your hips slam against his thighs. Jean shrieks at the overstimulation, still too sensitive from his orgasm.
“Please!” He cries. “I can’t! I can’t come again! Hurts!”
You remain ignorant, now picking up your pace. More tears fall from his eyes. In a moment of softness, you give in to a kiss. He hungrily kisses back, whining against your lips. 
“Good boy, just a little longer.” You pant, knowing that your own orgasm is vastly approaching. 

As you approach the final build-up, your lips connect with his neck. Sucking deep hickies into his skin. Jean yelps at the overwhelming sensations. With your climax in close proximity, you bite down onto his shoulder. Sinking your teeth so deep into his skin that blood trickles from it. It seems as though not even Jean could compose himself as he comes for a second time, filling you completely with his semen. 
You ride out the high of euphoria, panting against Jean’s almost crumbling body. 
“If you… get off now… it’s gonna go everywhere.” He says between breaths. 
You laugh to yourself. “And whose fault is that mr you-can’t-dom-me.” 
Jean rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. “Definitely noted to listen to you next time.”
You wipe his face of the now drying tears. “Levi said we should get rest tonight.” He watches as you free his hands from the belt-bind, the tightness leaving faint bruises.
“Maybe don’t tell him about this…”

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I’M BACK BITCHES I stayed up like all night writing this cos sudden inspiration. Also- Y’ALL I LEGIT MISS SUBSPACE SO MUCH WTF 
You know when you just like lose all concept of reality and it’s just ‘obey’ UGH
Haven’t had any action in yonks heartbeenbrokesomanytimes :,)

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Day 64 : Jean