Just another free-write.
I felt like Jean needed some love <3
Another idea from the wonderful sexy-ass-elephant. She said I should do a one-shot were Jean was jealous of the other guys flirting with Reader-chan~
So here you guys go!
Enjoy~
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"[Name]-chan!I love your hair today!" Armin called out to you on your way to the Mess Hall, causing you to blush, un-aware of the glare sent Armin's way from Jean.
"T-thank you Armin." You said, smiling at the blonde haired boy who complemented you on just about everything, just about everyday.
"[Name]! Nice ass!" Reiner called out to you, making you flush crimson. You hadn't understood why they found you so attractive, but oh, Jean had. Your [h/c] locks bounced perfectly every time you took a step, and your [e/c] eyes seemed to always hold brightness that could lead anyone out of the dark. You had helped him get over Marco's death, you had helped everyone. You were like Krista, but so much prettier in Jean's eyes. No, you were like Mikasa and Krista combined along with your stunning features. You had such a kind heart, people had often told you back in training that it would get you killed, but it never did. You weren't the strongest person, you graduated outside the top ten, but you were one of the smartest in the bunch. You paled in comparison to Armin in your opinion, but Armin always claimed the opposite. Of course you didn't believe him.
As the guys kept giving you more and more compliments, Jean's blood boiled more and more. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He marched up to you and grabbed your wrist, making you yelp, and dragged you off somewhere no one could see the two of you. You squirmed in Jeans grip, he ignored you until he heard a 'SNAP' and tears pooled in your eyes. His hand instantly let your injured wrist go, you lightly grabbed it, it was black and blue, and it was clearly broken. Tears spilled over your cheeks from the pain.
"[Name]! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Really!" Jean pleaded, hoping you would forgive him. He had forgotten how fragile your bones had been, he was about to speak again when you looked up at him, and to his shock, through your tears and smiled.
"It's o-kay Jean...Y-you really did-n't mean i-it." You sobbed, looking back down at you horribly bruised wrist. After awhile Jean hadn't spoken, so you looked up only for a pair of lips to crash onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock, only to realize it was Jean. The guy you had a crush on ever since your trainee days. The very man who had just broken your wrist. Yet you couldn't help but kiss him back with just as much passion, much to his surprise. You carefully placed your hands around his neck, trying not to hurt your wrist, but instead of placing his hands around your waist, he buried his fingers in your [h/c] locks, softly running his fingers through it as he lightly nipped at your lower lip, earning a moan from you. You could feel Jean smirk into the kiss and shove his tongue into your mouth, to which you complied and hadn't even tried fighting for dominance, knowing he would win. His tongue explored every inch of you mouth, earning several moans from you. You both pulled away for air, lungs burning and chests heaving. Jean instantly went to your neck, his hands moving down to your waist, you gripped his shoulders, careful of your wrist, as he started sucking on your neck, attempting to find your soft spot. He smirked in victory when you moaned louder than the other moans you had been making. He nipped, sucked, and kissed your soft spot, and you were grateful he was holding onto you, or else you would have fallen to the floor, your knees becoming weak as he bit down hard on your soft spot, making you yelp from the sudden pain, knowing he had left a hickey but he had clearly made sure not to draw blood.
"Jean~" You moaned just before he pulled away, planting a short kiss on your lips.
"I love you, [Name]." Jean said, resting his forehead against yours, his hot breath fanning your face.
"I love you too, Jean." You breathed out as Jean pulled away and lead you to the infirmary to get your wrist looked at. Let's just say, the nurse hadn't been expecting that story.
