Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (Yandere! Attack on Titan various x Reader)

Chapter Fourteen

WARNING for language

WARNING for suggestiveness

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You will pay, You will pay...

Jean's eyes bore into the back of (Y/N)'s head, though the girl never turned around.

Finally, his eyes left her (hair color) hair as he let out a huff.

God damn it. Why can't I stop looking over at her? Why must it feel this way?

Why does she like every other fucking person, instead of me?

Tch. It's not like I like her or anything.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class period. Jean gathered up his books, glaring after the (brunette/blonde/etc.). He felt a tap on his shoulder and he prepared to snap at whoever had caught him looking at the girl.

It was Marco. He looked serious.

"Jean, can we talk?"

"Sure." He sent one last longing look in her direction and followed his friend to an empty classroom. Once inside, Marco motioned for him to take a seat.

Jean remained standing, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

"The fuck you want?" He spat. He wasn't usually one to be rude to his best friend, but today was an exception.
Marco was distracting him from the beautiful annoying angel bitch.

Marco began speaking quickly, a blush covering his cheeks. "I want you to stay away from (Y/N)."

This was not what Jean was expecting, he let out a bark of laughter, "What?"

"I'm serious." Marco narrowed his eyes, "If you aren't going to be nice to her, I want you to stay away from her."

Jean's heart gave a tug just thinking about leaving the girl alone. He wanted to be near her.

What am I thinking? I should be glad to be rid of her. Just say "Good riddance" and be rid of her."

Yet, Jean couldn't do that. He choked on his words and somehow said, "And why should I do that?"

Marco was getting angry now, "Jean, you're a jerk to her. I can tell you don't like her- and I--I do, so, please, stop making me look bad."

Jean was stunned. Marco liked (Y/N)? How had he not noticed. Maybe he was too absorbed in his own feelings to care.

"Marco."

"She's perfect. Everything about her- Please, I want to have a chance with her!"

"Marco."

"I've never had a girlfriend, and you have, so can you just give me this?"

"Marco!"

It was Marco's turn to look surprised. He looked at Jean with a dark blush on his cheeks. He always did get red over the girl he liked.

"I...I can't believe I'm saying this..." Jean chuckled, "But I like her, too. A lot. I think."

Marco's shoulders slumped, "Everyone likes her...I don't have a chance."

"Well, with the way I've been acting, I don't have one either."

Jean pondered their situation for a moment, "You remember those magazines we found a year ago?"

"Which ones?" Marco looked bewildered.

"Cut the crap, you know the ones." Jean shivered in delight, "Those inappropriate bondage magazines. Remember how red you got looking at those?"

Marco's face flushed, "What about it? I was f-freaked out. You can't tell (Y/N)! I'll tell her what you did when you saw it!"

"My point is," Jean smirked, ignoring his friend's outburst, "Wouldn't (Y/N) look just perfect in those models' positions? All tied up, moaning, legs spread for us to-"

"Jean!" Marco squealed, covering his flaming face, "Stop it! Stop- (Y/N) wouldn't want that!"

"Isn't that the point?" Jean purred, eyes lidded as he thought about it, "I've heard it's so much better when it's real."

Marco sighed. "It's...really the only way she'd like me, isn't it? If I forced her?"

"It's the only way she'd like either of us."

"Working together?"

Jean nodded.

Marco smiled, eyes darkening, "Then there are a few positions I'd like to try out on her.

...Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

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Well, that got dark. Whew.