𑣲 Boyfriend Jean gets upset seeing you deliberately trying to make him jealous (it worked) (ᵕ—ᴗ—) !
⤷ contains : oral sex/cunnilingus, angry sex, brat taming, (boyfriend!jean) x (bratty!reader) extremely ooc ughhhhh i hate this im sorry
One minute, you and your boyfriend, Jean, were at a party being hosted by one of his friends. He was refilling your drinks when Eren approached you, striking up a simple conversation—just small-talk.
Jean walked back into the room and his eyes immediately landed on the both of you. He scoffed as he saw your eyes flickered over to him for a split second before you laugh, in which was followed by a swat on Eren's shoulder.
Jean scoffed under his breath. He knew that you knew how he felt about Eren—especially when the circumstances involved you—and he knew you did it on purpose, just to rile him up.
He put the drinks down onto a nearby counter before storming over and grabbing you by your arm.
“Come on, baby. We’re heading out now.”
“What?” you furrowed your brows, your expression innocently confused. “But—”
“Let’s go,” he gritted through his teeth before dragging you away, not giving you or Eren a chance to say anything.
The air was tense as you stumbled behind Jean, his expression clearly infuriated as he dragged you through the crowd and out the front door.
“Jean, you're being drama—”
In that moment, Jean opened the door and forced you into the passenger seat—firm, though not roughly, and his free hand rested atop your head to prevent you from bumping it as you slid into the car.
Jean slammed the door as you tried to settle into the seat and walked around the front of the car to slide himself into the drivers seat.
He started the car and pulled out of the driveway, maneuvering through the scattered bunch of cars along the road before ending up on the highway, his eyes focused on the road as he drove in tense silent.
Your eyes were focused in anywhere but him—looking out the window, fiddling with the hem of your shirt or each other, checking the time or the weather on your phone, or just blankly staring at nothing in particular on the dashboard.
You knew Jean didn't like you talking to Eren too much. All throughout your lives, Eren always somehow had the upperhand on Jean, and you always reassured him that he didn't have one on you... But you suppose that never made him stop worrying.
Jean drove with a blank expression, but you could see the tension in his shoulders whenever you glanced over at him from your peripheral vision.
It oftentimes hurt your heart seeing Jean get so jealous and possessive over you, seeing the insecurity flicker through his eyes... But something sick in you always made you excited whenever he got jealously strict with you—it made you feel wanted, in a way, and you were glad to see that he wanted you so bad. Not to mention that Jean would have to take his anger out on something in some way—and though it was never explicitly said, that way always you, so how could you ever resist provoking him?
The rest of the car ride was silent until the car pulled into the parking lot of your shared apartment. Assuming he was too upset to interact with you, you reached out for the door handle and he firmly grabbed your wrist.
"I'll open it," Jean grunted, his expression stern, before releasing your hand. Your hand dropped back into your lap and you sat stilly, listening to Jean open the car door—and slamming it shut behind him—before walking over to your side of the door and yanking it open.
Jean's hand grabbed your wrist again, and he pulled you into the building and to the door, his free hand fiddling with the keys before finally getting it into the keyhole.
He pushed the door open and pulled you inside.
Before you could take a step further into the house, Jean's hands were on your waist, holding you in place as his lips were suddenly devouring yours.
Your hands shot up to press against his chest, your eyes widened in surprise.
Jean pushed his tongue into your mouth to stop you from talking, and the only sound that came from you was a soft whine.
His hands slid from your waist down to the back of your thighs, and he picked you up without warning. You gasp in surprise and he takes advantage of your parted lips, swirling his tongue deeper into and around your mouth.
Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck and he trudges the both of you to your bedroom, where he kicks the door shut behind him and tosses you onto the bed.
“What the hell were you doing, giggling and touching him like that?” Jean scoffs, climbing over you and pinning you down onto the bed. "You know I don't like seeing you too close to him, yet you looked at me and proceeded to hit his arm while laughing loud enough for everyone to hear. What's with that, huh?"
“Jean, he was just making conversation—"
"Stop pretending to be innocent," Jean hissed, his head dipping down to attach his lips to your again. "You do this shit on purpose. You always make me jealous to rile me up."
Jean suddenly bit your bottom lip to spite you.
"To make things worse, I fall for it every time. We all know what your ulterior motive is whenever you pull off stunts like this," he grunted, pulling away to stare down at your form beneath him, his eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest.
"I hate to be this way," Jean sighs, his hand sliding down your body to slide up your thighs and underneath your skirt, his fingers rubbing at the damp spot that formed on your panties.
"But if you insist, then I can't help but do something about it."
Without warning, he pushed up your skirt and dropped down, his breath hot as his tongue licked at your pussy through your lace. Your thighs twitched closed around his head in response.
"Keep them open," he scoffed, his hands moving to push your thighs open. "You brought this upon yourself, don't play innocent now."
His tongue lapped at you a few times before he used his teeth to pull down your panties, his large hands holding your thighs down and keeping you open for him.
Jean's eyes hungrily stared down at your slick cunt for a few moments, his tongue darting out to subconsciously wet his lips before his mouth resumed its ministrations, his lips closing around your clit and his tongue flicking against it.
You whine, one hand gently gripping at the bedsheets and the other to his hair, your chest heaving as he devoured you.
“No,” He cut you off with a harsh slap to your ass, the sting making you clench around nothing. “Stop pretending to be so clueless. You know you did it on purpose.”
Before you could retort, he slid a finger into your pussy, and he groaned against your clit as you gasped.
Jean wasted no time, his finger thrusting itself in and out a few times before he pushed a second finger in, his cock twitching in his pants as he felt your pussy squeeze around his digits.
His free hand slid down to undo his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before he pushes them off along with his boxers, freeing his cock dripping in pre.
He pumps himself a few times before suddenly pulling his tongue away from your pussy, his fingers curving inside of you and making you twitch desperately as he slid his fingers out of you.
Jean brought his fingers up to his lips and licked your slick clean off of his fingers, your face flushed in humiliation.
"You're always fucking around, trying to make me upset," He scoffed, pulling his fingers out of his mouth before both of his hands dropped down to pull off his shirt. "And I'm honestly sick of you thinking you can get away with it."
With that, Jean's hands were suddenly on your body, yanking your clothes off and throwing them onto the floor with his, before you're left in just your bra. He scoffs again as he sees your pussy shine in arousal.
"You get off on seein' me pissed."
Jean brings his hand down to swat at your thigh, making you whine, and he slides his hands up to your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra.
"Well, who am I to deny you the treatment that you so clearly seek?"
He pulls your bra off and tosses it to the side, and at last the both of you are naked.
Jean's tongue pokes out to subconsciously wet his lips as his eyes roved over your body.
His hand returns to pumping his cock a few times before he lines himself up with your pussy, rubbing his tip against your hole.
"Jean, don't tease.." you whine. Jean lets out a huff of laughter.
"I don't wanna hear that from you of all people," he rolls his eyes.
Without wasting another second, he presses his cock into your pussy, a low groan leaving him as your pussy clenched around him and sucked in every inch he gave you.
"Fuck, that's my girl..." He grunted, a grin gracing his face as his hips started with an already relentless pace, his length scraping against your gummy walls.
You whimpered, your back arching up into him as he drilled himself into you. It wasn't often Jean got upset with you, but when he did? You couldn't help but go crazy over it.
He leaned down to nip at your bottom lip, his eyes glaring daggers into yours.
"You wanna go whoring around to make me upset? You better be ready to suffer the consequences," Jean scoffed, pressing his tongue into your mouth.
With that, one of Jean's hands slipped down, palming at your tit and squeezing at your nipple. He grinned as you whined into his lips and arched into his touch.
His other hand kept a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place as to make sure you don't somehow manage to squirm away... Not that you would if you could, anyway.
Jean released your tit and his hand continued it's journey down. He pulled away from the kiss to look down at you, watching the way your body twitched beneath him.
"Fuck.." Jean groaned under his breath. His hand finally made it between your legs, and he swirled his fingers around your clit in torturously slow circles. He groaned again as your pussy clenched around his cock.
"Keep clenching around me like that, baby, and I might come right now."
His fingers flicked your clit before pressing against it. You couldn't help but clench again. Jean grunted, his hips stuttering against yours.
His fingers moved in faster, tighter circles, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his grunts turning into breathless whines.
He readjusted his grip on you, shifting your angle to hit deeper. You gasp and clench desperately around him, your pussy fluttering around his cock as you finish.
"Damn, baby—" Jean moaned, his thrusts completely losing rhythm as he fucks the both of you through your orgasms, hot spurts painting your insides white.
Jean bit his lower lip as his hips finally slowed to a stop, your chests heaving against one another's as you struggle to catch your breath.
After a few moments of silence, Jean finally slips out of you, groaning as he watches himself drip out of your cunt.
Jean concludes with a harsh slap to your ass. "Next time you wanna touch up on some other guy, just remember who fucks you stupid back at home."
request for my friend hehe i hope you like this its so ooc im so sorry bae
i highkey really hate this omg.... im so sorry this is so ooc im lwk only good at writing for katsuki LOL ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡
