#jean kirschtein smut

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 :,)

I WANNA GET FREAKY ON CAMERA — jean k.

cw: camgirl!reader. fem!bodied. character study? fem & male masturbation. explicit details of getting off. jean imagining himself with you as he watches. jean praising you in his head? (good girl once). toys used. spit as lube. actual lube. let me know if i missed anything else!!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: first fic in awhile so please spare me. sort of just, ends. please spare me. thank you x1000 for beta reading @thegetoufather<33

There’s a sense of familiarity as the mouse hovers over your username, a faint clicking noise as your page loads up. The screen fills with the countless videos Jean has watched over and over.

But there is one, in particular, that seems to grab his attention time and time again.

It’s one of your older videos, but it works just as well.

The camera is askew, your voice shy from having to film yourself, movements sloppy and unrehearsed. How your hand seems to be unsure of where to go next. If you should keep them by your waist, or move them down past your hips.

And to him, it makes it more real.

That’s why Jean keeps going back to your page. He likes how your videos aren’t terribly scripted, how you don’t talk to the camera and make it glaringly obvious that this is a setup. He seems to like the innocence behind each move you make and how that plays through each video you upload.

Filing through numerous thumbnails, his eyes finally capture the one he’s in search of. The mouse hovers over the thumbnail, your head softly tucked into your shoulder as your lower half is hidden from view, not a single doubt flashes through his mind before he clicks on it.

Your voice is hushed as you call out to the viewer, talking about how they’re making you feel. Jean knows it’s meant to be for anyone, but for some reason, he just wants it to be him.

So as he continues to watch the video, he places himself there. Each action of yours is met with Jean mimicking it. Slow tugs from his wrist as he watches your slow thrusts. Shallow breaths as he listens to sharp gasps.

Oh fuck —

The sound of your voice is sweet as it falls on his ears, eyes casting downward as you slowly tease yourself, the little shake of your thighs as the slickened vibrator catches your bundle of nerves. The little silicone device buzzes between your fingers as you hold it against your clit. The pulsing sensation has more moans and gasps slipping past your lips as you increase the settings.

Feels so good…

Jean can’t help but groan out as he listens to you. Can’t help but wonder who you’re imagining as you pull the device away from your overworked bud, keeping it just far enough away that the pulsing makes your hips jump up to catch the feeling once more.

His mind drifts to questions of if you’d want him to tease you that same way.

Would you want him to slide his cock between your slick folds? Would you squirm away from him as he taps the flushed head against your sensitive bud? Gazing up at him with tears staining your cheeks as you plead for him to fuck you?

The lewd sound of spit gliding past his lips fills the room, the drop sliding down his length as his fist wraps tightly around himself.

Your hand moves offscreen to grab something close to you. A silicone cock comes into frame as you switch off the vibrator momentarily. Your other hand grabs the small bottle of lube on your bed, popping up the cap to apply the clear substance over the rubber.

Jean tugs harshly at his aching dick, watching the way you shudder at the feeling of the tip nudging your entrance. Singing sweet praises in his head as he watches you slowly ease the silicone into your cunt, watching as you whine from the stretch and whispering a silent, good girl, as you take all of it.

A stillness covers your body as you adjust to the size, your hand sneaking its way across your duvet to reach for that small device once again. The machine buzzes between your fingers as a shooting pleasure dances up your spine.

Keeping the vibrator snug at your clit, slowly your wrist pulls the fake cock back, your toes scrunching up as the fake veins drag along your walls.

Your mouth hangs open as each moan and whine falls past your lips at will. Each gentle flick of your wrist has your breath catching in your throat at the sensation.

Slowly, yet again, you push the fake dick into your battered cunt. Each buzz to your clit has your walls squeezing around the silicone. Your hips push themselves off the bed to press the silicone further into your wet heat.

Jean watches in amazement. How responsive your body is to each little movement of your own desire. His curiosity always gets the better of him as his mind wanders to himself there with you.

Slick clicking noises surround Jean’s ears, his fist moving in rhythm with your wrist. But the noise gets drowned out as he continues to study your body.

Would your legs be soft as he holds them to his body? Keeping them steady to his hips as he fucks his cock into your plush cunt? Would the fat at your hips dimple from the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin as he ruts against them?

His mind replaces the silicone with himself as the video continues to play on.

Sharp thrusts knock your body up the mattress, each push of Jean’s hips has them sitting flush against yours. Each thrust has you feeling every inch of his length as he fills up your cunt.

Jean’s pace is slow and meticulous, he doesn’t want to bring you to your release too soon, but he doesn’t want to leave you unsatisfied. So, each drag of his cock along your walls is met with gentle circles of his thumb over your clit. The calm pace makes your hips squirm beneath him as you beg him to go faster.

Because of his gentle nature, Jean doesn’t keep up the teasing for much longer, your quiet cries for him to do more are silenced as his hips pick up speed. His hands heavily placed on your waist as he fucks into you at a rougher pace.

Eyes roaming over your body, he drinks in the sight of you sprawled out beneath him. Watching soft thighs jiggle from the force of his hips as they meet the skin, fingers grasping at any bit of your body to get you closer to him.

The growing coil in your stomach burns as his leaky cock head nudges against the tender spot deep within you, your fists curling together as they capture the soiled sheets beneath you.

Keep going, please…

Every demand from you is met with every obeying action from Jean. His pace doesn’t falter, not even when he shifts his position just slightly, the new angle having him hit that spot even more as he fucks you.

Shakily, your hand dances down your torso as it finds its way between your legs. Your clit is practically buzzing as your fingers flick the hardened bud, your back arching deliciously to catch that feeling once more.

Soclose, please don’t stop…

Jean’s eyes flick up to the screen as he watches your cunt flutter around the rubber cock.

Your thighs are tucked haphazardly against your stomach, an arm trapped between the muscles as your wrist continues to work you to your orgasm.

Sloppily, you try to keep a steady pace as the silicone stretches your battered cunt around the length of it, your fingers cramping as the vibrator buzzes at your numbing clit.

A-ah! Cumming!

His head is swimming from his thoughts of fucking you that your blissed out face has him spilling into his own hand, thick ropes of white painting his fist and bits of his taut abs.

A particularly harsh tug of his cock has him curling in on himself, his hand sticky with arousal as he forces his hand away.

With the high washing over him, Jean swipes a tissue from the box sitting on his desk to clean himself up.

Before exiting out of the tab, his hand slides over the back of the mouse to click the plus button, effectively saving your video to his short list of favorites.

©YVVJI

tagging:@thatgirlrei@katsukiflr<33

feat ; eren, jean, armin

synopsis ; aot boys reaction when they catch u masturbating

includes ; degradation, fat cock jean, breeding kink, manhandling, voyeourism, fem masturbation, use of toys, dom!armin, male masturbation

— a/n ; just horny for being caught while playing with myself lmao JAILLL

TIP JAR if u would like to support me!

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♡

— no shame, at all. To be completely honest he probably have had perv dreams about catching you like this even before you two started dating. So, he gets a massive boner and is ready to shove it where it belongs: in your warm cunt

“i knew you were a horny mess,” he says as he leans on the door, hand coming to grab the outline of his massive cock through his grey sweatpants, “but not that you were this pathetic.”

“ eren!,” you cry out, trying to use the sheets to cover your indecency. but there’s no use. with the smoothness of a apex predator, he makes his way to your bed and snatch the white fabrics from your fingers. “w-what are u doing?!”

“giving you what your whore hole needs,” opening your legs with rough hands, he spits on your already wet core and frees his thick cock from his pants, lining it with your waiting entrance. and with one harsh thrust he fulfills your hungry pussy’s needs.

♡

— this pretty boy gets very flustered when he catches you having your fun without him and is high-key jealous. Gets all worked up and bossy, a silicon dick can’t replace him! and, he is gonna make sure you remember that.

“really, doll? a fake cock?” there’s more disappointment than anger in his voice. jean says shaking his head with flushed cheeks as he lays next to you on the bed. “Is this shit really making you moan so lewdly?”

“i- ah!” your brain can barely comprehend what’s going on when jean grabs the base of the purple dildo and shoves it into the deepest of your insides almost kissing your cervix. “Mmh what did you say? couldn’t hear you”

jean purrs before giving another thrust, finally keeping a steady pace. “i’m gonna c-cum!” you pant, and all movements stop. jean maneuvers you so that you lay on your side as he positions himself behind you holding  one of your legs up and spreading your second lips to accommodate his massive cock. “finally, you are  prep enough to take a real fat cock”

♡

— his consciousness tells him to close his eyes and to apologize but his dick thinks otherwise. Blue eyes remain glue to your cunt as he slowly gets all hot and bothered not sure if he should keep watching or join the fun.

“shit- armin i didn’t know you were home” you murmur, closing your legs with your hand still in between your thighs, fingers inside you. blinking a few times armin’s face starts heating up as he takes a sharp breath. “i didn’t mean for you to see me-”

“who told you to stop.” armin’s aura changes in a split of a second causing your walls to twitch. with heavy steps he brings a chair in front of the bed before sitting on it. “keep playing with yourself gorgeous, don’t mind me”

you knew it was an order and so you did. armin unzipped his pants with lustful eyes as you parted your thighs again unwrapping  your intimacy to those blue eyes. you start rubbing your clit at the same pace he strokes his pink cock, speeding up until you spill your arousal on the bed sheets with a sinful cry. “good girl~ now, do it again, bouncing on my dick”

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