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Jean bent over, watching as you sulked in your hospital bed. He had a wild look in his slim, glistening amber eyes as he raised his hands towards your leg, cuts and bruises infesting your delicate skin. You reflexively swat his hands away from you. As if you needed his pity.
"I'm not weak. I didn't need to be rescued by the likes of you..." you mumbled, disregarding the tears welling in your eyes. You stared hard at your leg, as if it would make the sting of the open cuts go away. It had been your first month in the scout regiment. Ever since the realization, you've been trying to avoid him. Jean Kirstein.
It started with him helping you figure out the basic functions of your ODM gear. You developed a crush on the bastard and found it to be a miracle that he somehow seemed to be wherever you were. But then you noticed that had been going out of his way to be wherever you were. He was tailing you... watching your every move. You couldn't do a thing without feeling his gaze over you. You were sick of it and had called him out on it... several times. The message just didn't seem to get through to him.
It wasn't long until you began wondering if your father had hired someone- that someone being Jean Kirstein, to keep watch of you.
The fact is that you're the daughter of the military police regiment commander. All your life you've been tormented by the overwhelming paranoia of your father. As a child, you wouldn't be allowed to leave the house because of your father's fear of someone bringing even the slightest amount of harm to you.
Although your house was massive and full of untouchable luxuries, you longed for more. The butlers and chefs weren't enough. The crystal chandeliers glistening above you at all times weren't enough. The silver and gold lined corridors weren't enough. None of it was enough. You wanted to see the world.
You wanted out. And he couldn't protect you forever.
"How much is he paying you? You in this for the money, huh?" You scowled at Jean, harshly wiping the warm tears off your cheekbones. No response. You hated how stupidly handsome Jean was. "That fucking bastard. I don't need to be protected. I'll show him.. and you! I'll show all of y-"
He cut you off, grabbing your chin with one hand. His fingers dug into your cheeks. He was leaning into the bed, his other hand on the sheets to support his weight. Your eyes widen.
"Money? You think your father pays me to watch you? As if he cares about you anymore. Sheltered little brat runs away from her mansion for the first time thinking she'll be a hero of the people... only to get thrown around by a couple 5 meter titans. Huh."
Your eyes dart around his vexing face as both your hands desperately try to pull his bigger one off your face. "And you get all mad when I try to show you I care?" he scoffs, releasing your face and letting you fall back onto the pillows.
You feel the sting of another round of tears. You violently sit up and throw the thin comforter aside, kicking your legs off the side of the bed and shoving Jean out of your way. Your chest aches at his sudden cruelty, and you knew it was because what he was saying was true. You hated to admit it.
How pathetic of you to think that you'd make it here.
You could hear him light a cigarette as you angrily speed-limp your way to the door. You also thought you heard a quiet snicker from him.
You hear his footsteps behind you, accelerating as you near the door. Just as you set your hand on the doorknob, Jean's hand wraps around yours, a freshly lit cigarette between his index and middle finger. You couldn't turn the doorknob with his hand against yours. So you stood there, your hand on the doorknob, his hand on yours.
Your chin was already wet with your own tears, and you couldn't help feeling the sudden surge of helplessness. Frustration towards yourself. Resent towards your father. You can't stand this fucker Jean, either.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" Jean purrs, carefully rubbing his thumb against your hand. You snatch your hand away from under his. Still faced towards the door, away from Jean, you mumble, "Leave me the fuck alone. I never want to see you again."
"Oh really? You never wanna see me again?" Jean takes a deep huff of his cigarette and blows the cloud against the back of your head. "That's no way to speak to the only person inside these walls that cares for you." As you take in the cloud of cigarette smoke you feel two firm hands slither upon your shoulders, his thumbs pressing against them. Before you could turn around, one of his hands quickly covers your mouth, pressing your back against him. You were quickly flushed with embarrassment, with your ass pressed against his crotch.
Your hands fly up to his, trying to pull it off. What the hell does he think he's doi- your own thoughts scatter as you feel the stinging burn of his cigarette against your neck. He was purposely pressing it into your neck. Your head flies back and makes contact with Jean's chest. You screamed into his hand as your hands try to pry him off of you. Most of the pain came from the shock and not the actual burning. Jean lowered his face so his mouth was next to your ear.
"Based off of what you've done out on the battlefield so far, you really seem to love hurting yourself. Do you like this as well? Do you like this sensation?" His low voice came out ever-so-slightly louder than a whisper and it sent violent chills down your spine.
You whimper into his hand as he twists the head of the cigarette on your neck. You stare at the ceiling, watery eyed. His menacing questions didn't register in your overwhelmed, preoccupied brain.
Just as you felt the slightest leniency of his hand, you force yourself out of his grip. You run into the door as you free yourself but you use your hands to cushion the sudden contact.
You spun around, one hand on your neck where the fresh burn mark is. Jean looked down at you and flicked the blackened cigarette onto the floor, a half smile appearing and quickly disappeared. "Why... why would you do that?!" You shout, out of breath. You try your best to ignore the eerie blush spread across his cheeks.
Furrowing your brows from the lack of response, you continue, "Are you insane?!" Jean said nothing in return, but he walked backwards, toward the bed, his eyes locked onto yours. He sat down, his legs in that stupid manspread of his. He hunched over a bit and set his elbows on his knees, letting his hands hang loosely between his legs. His eye contact didn't break.
"Come here."
You blinked. Is he being serious right now? Your blood is already boiling, is he trying to best you? You took a few steps toward Jean. You couldn't reason with yourself before you lunged at him, your hands aimed for his head. You didn't care what happened, you just want to see him hurt for once. It can't always be you to get hurt.
A small shocked expression was on Jean's face as you ran towards him. You pushed his chest with everything you had, pushing him back onto the bed. A quiet grunt escaped his lips as you straddled his lap and balled your fists. He wasn't even sure of what you were trying to accomplish. You throw sloppy punches at his chest, plagued with fatigue and rage. Your knees were barely supporting you, and you had just realized you were rubbing up on him this entire time. But you didn't care. You weren't done with your little tantrum.
You grabbed his collar and slightly pulled his head off the surface of the bed. "I..." you panted, "I never want to see you again. I'm serious."
It wasn't until now that you noticed his perverted expression. The flustered red tint on his cheeks, his wide smile, and his glimmering eyes all told you that now is the time to leave. You let go of his collar and shift in your spot a little. Your weak knees slightly lift you off of his lap.
"But wait.." Jean whispers, that slick grin still on his face. He firmly grabs your wrists, hindering your movement. Your hips quickly dropped back onto his lap. "Let go, Jean.." you huff, your breath still challenged. You shift again, unintentionally earning a pleasured sigh from him. You let out a few swears in your head as you feel his bulge against you. You were trying to escape his grip.
But you and him both knew you were far too weak to get up and leave.
You continue struggling in his lap, but Jean's expression and uneven breathing threw you off. "Y-you dirty piece of shit!" You huff. Your arms are aching. He just continued looking at you, entertained, as if you were some sort of circus animal. He finds this amusing? You begin to tremble as your knees give in.
Jean suddenly turns, his hands wrapped around your wrists. He drags you beneath him, pinning you against the bed, facing him. Your hair sprawled in delicate loops around your face and you huffed a few untidy breaths. Jean silently admired the image of you under him, his hands pinning yours above your head. You could do nothing but take in the sight of his blank face.
He was something of an opportunist.
You didn't fight him anymore. You didn't feel up to it. Jean lowered his face into your neck. You hold your breath. His warm lips met the sensitive surface of your skin and left short, sweet kisses all over. Or they would be sweet, if your wrists hadn't been aching from his strong hands. Jean leaves kisses all the way up to your ear. You let out a quiet gasp as he carefully licks around your ear, as if he knew that was your weak spot.
"You've been waiting for me, huh?" Jean whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine. You purse your lips in a stubborn attempt at giving no answer. He raises an eyebrow, looking you in the face. He frees one of his hands, leaving the other holding both of your wrists above your head. He licks his thumb before gliding it across your lower lip. You tremble under his touch. He lifts his thumb off your lip before he forces his index and middle finger in your mouth.
You gasp, nearly gagging on his fingers. "I asked you a question," Jean says sternly, moving his two fingers around in your mouth. He knows you can't answer him like this. A tiny smile grows on his face as he sees your eyes begin to water. You try to shake your wrists out of his other hand out of instinct. He liked watching you struggle.
Jean finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You gasp in relief. His hand fly to the waistline of your pants and before you knew it his hand was in your panties. You nearly yelp as his fingers, the fingers you just lubricated, meet your clit. He looked you in the eyes as he formed slow circles against your warm skin. You furrowed your brows and bit your lip, trying your best to contain yourself. He moved like he knew exactly what he was doing.
He lowered his head back into your neck as his fingers sped up. He sucked on patches of your skin and you arch your back as the stimulation gets hard to bear. He kept speeding up as if he was working against the clock. An unwilling moan finally escapes your lips and you could feel him smile against your neck. "So stubborn. That's all I needed," Jean spoke barely louder than a whisper.
You barely had time to comprehend what he said before his hand lets go of your wrist and the other stops its motion. He now had two free hands. His hands travelled down your sides and to the buttoning on your pants. He quickly undid your pants and slid them off your hips and legs, tossing them aside. You were left in your lace white panties, feeling vulnerable and exposed. You've never done this with anyone. You've never even kissed a guy. And you couldn't believe the guy with you right now was Jean Kirstein. The guy you supposedly hated so much.
Jean hastily undid his belt and lowered his pants enough so that his cock sprung out. You felt disoriented as you set your eyes on it, the size of him so intimidating. Jean caught your expression and smirked, looking proud. He then dug his fingers onto the sides of your hips, your soft flesh aching at his rough touch. That grip would certainly cause you to bruise later on. He slightly pulled you down by the hips, adjusting himself between your weak legs.
You gasped as you felt his tip at your entrance. He was now hovering directly over you, his eye contact hard to bear. Flustered, you turn your head away from him, your right cheek meeting the soft pillow beneath you. "Tch," Jean scoffed, irritated. He grabs your chin with one hand, forcing your eyes to meet his.
"You're gonna look at me while I fuck you."
He thrust inside you, not giving you any time to adjust to his length. Your eyes widened and a shocked moan was let out as the pain shot up your abdomen. He liked the way you looked trying to take him. He slightly pulled out before thrusting again, even harder this time. You push your head back onto the pillow, completely overwhelmed. He was so harsh. The tips of his mouth curled as he took in your expression. He built a pace at which he moved, quick and hard. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets and you sucked in, now committed to being quiet enough to frustrate him. You couldn't let him win.
You continually got pushed into the pillow by him. The erotic sound of skin slapping skin filled your ears as you kept struggling to take him. He liked that you were struggling. What he didn't like was that you refused to make any noise by pursing your lips shut. He grabbed a hold of your wrists again, pinning them above your head with one hand and grabbing your chin with the other hand. "F.. fuck," you pant. His pace didn't slow.
He forced his thumb into your mouth, propping it open. "I need to hear you," he groaned. "I need it." The terrible combination of pain and pleasure coming from him was driving you mad. Your tongue licked around his thumb and you couldn't help moaning in pleasure as he continued hitting just the right spots. Every thrust of his was met with a cry from you. "Ah, just like that? You like that, don't you?" Jean hissed, his pace quickening. Your moans were egging him on.
You didn't respond, jerking your head to the side to avoid meeting eyes again. He just pulled your face right back, his thumb still fondling around in your mouth. "You know you like that," he answers for you as he buries his face in your neck. You did like it. He sucked on patches of skin, as if marking what's his. Your body kept jolting and you were terrified of how much stamina this man has. You were dangerously close.
"J-Jeaaan-" you whined. He grinned. "I'm.. I'm close," you say, desperate. "Oh? Don't even try. You're not allowed to cum yet," he said. You force your eyes shut and arch your back. You buck your own hips into him in an attempt to get off on your own. Jean noticed what you were doing and scoffed, taking his thumb out of your mouth to slap you across the face. You quietly yelped. It wasn't too harsh, but it stung anyway. "Pathetic," Jean grunted before speeding up again. You whine in agony as if to plead him to let you cum.
But he had to finish with you. His thrusts began getting sloppy as his breath labored. He let his mouth hang open as it became apparent that he was just as close as you were. His hair swayed with his movement and his brows furrowed. Your moans were so loud that anyone walking past the room could probably hear you. Jean let his head hang, no longer looking at you, but rather watching himself pound into you.
Your legs begin convulsing and you squirm in your spot. Low moans could be heard from Jean. His hand made its way down your body and he began stimulating your clit. You cried out how good it felt. Your hips bucked forward, the overwhelming warmth of your orgasm spreading like wildfire throughout your entire body.
"Yeah... let it out now." Finally. His cock twitched as you came. He let out a breathy laugh and pulled out, unloading himself on your inner thighs. "Yeah, just like that. Let it out," he panted. You gasped for breath, your orgasm gradually coming to a halt. He let go of your wrists and ran his fingers through his hair, now slightly damp. He sits up between your legs, pulling his pants up and adjusting his belt. Your breath would take a while to even out and you felt like you could sleep forever.
He propped himself off the bed, bending over to leave kisses all over your face and neck. He stood up and took in the sight of you. Jean then left the room to get the proper items to clean you up. He left a remark for you as he walked out the door.
"You're my girl now."