This Is How It Ends
A/N: AOT fanfic, Zeke Yeager x OC
Word count: 2k
Copyright @gyllousos 2022. All rights reserved.
“Ollie…”
Her neck snapped at the familiar nickname, the name she had begun to despise for years. It shouldn’t have held as much meaning but whenever he spoke it out loud she went weak, wanting cry more out of frustration than happiness. She wanted to punch him, gouge his eyes out. Kick him in his crotch.
Instead nothing. Olivia Leonhart had not planned on meeting Zeke Yeager ever again after leaving, running away as he had put it. For all those years Olivia was finally able to forget Zeke and put him out of her mind, her blood, her soul. She was finally able to sleep at night without seeing him in her dreams. She finally was able to stop crying.
Funny how fate works. It was pure accident—if said accident was a torrent of blood and screams from a fellow soldier Zeke had finished off. She’d been watching him—immediately knew that was him in his Titan form because of those damn eyes, abs the simple gesture of his finger scratching his ear. Her heart nearly sunk into the pit of her stomach.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t blink. Before she knew it Zeke’s colossal hand gently picked her up as though she were going to crumble. She sat in the palm of his hand, her eyes never left his grotesque face. Her lips moved, if he could hear he hung onto ever word as though this would surely be the last they saw the other.
The universe could be a funny thing, random yet unfortunate events. Ollie nearly fell back on her ass. This time she and Zeke were face to face, her trying not to drop her cup of tea, him trying not to grab her arms, shaking her. Self composure was keeping her from beating his face in. She tried to calm her thundering heart beat. If the damn organ didn’t burst out of her chest first.
“Don’t call me that..” she told him, meeting his eyes finally. She’d been tracing his features, her blue eyes someway saddened . Why? She ruined the years they could have had…but wasn’t he aware that was just a dream?
“Olivia. It’s been a long time. I missed you,” he whispered. But what was that underlying tone beneath?
Her rattling hands put the saucer and cup on the table separating them, her face colored red.
“Come here,” he said softly. Olivia urned her head, narrowing her eyes. Come here? He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees and waiting, while Olivia hifted on her feet. He was always playing games. She didn’t trust him. But the temptation to engage was too great. He was right.
She was getting good at it, and she kind of liked it, too. Olivia took slow steps, holding up her chin to steel herself . When she reached him, he placed a hand on her hip and pulled her in between his legs. She gasped as he fell back against the sofa again, pulling her in with him. Olivia shot her hands out, planting them on both sides of his head on the back of the couch, keeping myself upright as I leaned into him.
“I missed you…you were always on my mind…” he breathed out, holding her hips with both hands now.
“You have too.” Olivia closed her mouth and shook her head, looking down at him with a challenge. “I know it did,” he maintained, a fire in his eyes. “Did you think I couldn’t see how tense your body would get or how your nipples got hard through your shirt when you saw me? You’re a little twisted. Admit it.”
Olivia folded her lips between her teeth, turning her head away. But then he tipped his chin up and caught her nipple between his teeth through her top, and she closed my eyes, letting out a small cry. Oh, God! The heat of his mouth swooped into her stomach as he released her nipple and then snatched it up again, dragging it out between his teeth.
“Get off me!”
All he did was laugh, though, and Olivia’s face fell. He grabbed her arm and threw her down onto her stomach and came down on my back, pinning her to the couch.
Olivia breathed hard and fast, feeling his cock press against her ass.
“Ollie…” Zeke teased her nickname, making her despise him.
“Fuck you Yeager!”
Olivia shook her head, ready to flip him over abs gut punch him. But then he put his hand over her mouth, forced his hand between her and the couch, and dived into her pants, sliding his fingers inside her. Olivia let out a muffled scream.
Fuck!
Olivia squirmed and tried to reach out my arms but he released the rest of his weight on her , pushing her down to where she could barely breathe. “Shhh…” he cooed. He brought his fingers out of her pussy and began rubbing them over her clit so slow and so soft Olivia couldn’t help but shake.
“Hush Ollie,” he whispered again, but this time his voice was thick and wet like he was fucking her. He removed his hand from her mouth, and she licked her lips, swallowing the dryness and trying to find her voice. Olivia’s heart thundered in her ears, and she winced, holding back the groan she wanted to let out at what his fingers were doing to her.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He drew out his fingers, swirling their wetness around her clit in quick circles. “So soft and tight.”
When he removed his fingers from her pussy—she nearly protested when he flipped her over. No words needed. He tasted his fingers, swallowing the taste of her , never looking away. Silently Olivia removed her top, the tank top, her bra disposed of. It was Zeke who helped her with her socks, shoes, pants and panties.
He couldn’t stop looking at her, she was so damn beautiful. And one pure thing he’d ever had. Zeke stripped of his clothes.
With his body, he covered hers. His thighs felt like marble against her thighs. His skin shone like polished gold. His lips tasted as sweet as the wine and she drank deep of him.
She wound her arms around his neck and he dug his fingers deep into her hair, bending her body back, baring her neck. He kissed the hollow of her throat, bit her collarbone and shoulder. With his knees he forced her thighs apart. He grasped her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and she flinched from the marriage of pain with pleasure.
Zeke dusted kisses across the sensitive skin of her chest. Under his mouth her heart pounded, her blood throbbed. Zeke needed to stay in control as much as possible. The more helpless she was, the more he would feel compelled to protect her. She inhaled as Zeke licked the tip of her right nipple. He brought his mouth down on her breast and sucked gently as he teased her left nipple with his fingers. Olivia couldn’t do much but arch her back to offer more of her breasts to him. He moved his mouth to her left nipple. Heat gathered in her breasts and melted through her stomach, settling into her hips. She wanted him inside her. No, not wanted, needed.
“Please, sir…” she begged. “Please what?” He raised his head and cocked his eyebrow at her as if amused she would even dare beg for anything. “I want you.”
“You have me.” “I want you inside me.” “I’m always inside you, Little Oliie.” Olivia entertained a brief fantasy of stabbing him in the neck. But then he moved his lips to her mouth again.
“I want you to come for me. I need you as wet as possible before I enter you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She started to breathe heavier as Zeke pressed the heel of his hand in deeper. He dipped two fingers into her vagina before pressing his now wet fingertips against her clitoris. Desire engulfed her as he made tight circles on the swollen knot of flesh. Her hips rose off the couch and she went still underneath him. Her entire body locked up before exploding with pleasure. Her vagina clenched and released rapidly, fluttering inside her and pressing against nothing. She couldn’t wait to come around him, to let him feel her own pleasure on his body.
“Good girl,” he said, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead. He kissed her nipples again as she recovered from her orgasm. He sucked leisurely, lazily, at them as if he intended to spend all night lying between her breasts.
Zeke kissed the valley between her breasts and his lips traveled down her stomach and over her hips. He nipped her hip bone with his teeth and the moment the pain registered, Søren moved between her thighs. Olivia tiffened as he licked her, kissed her, made love to her with his mouth
. “Fuck…” she groaned, unable to contain herself. She hadn’t expected him to go down on her. He’d said he would pleasure her but this act seemed almost submissive to her as he knelt between her legs. But then he increased the pressure on her clitoris with his tongue and he pushed in two fingers and rubbed that soft hollow on the front wall inside her. He mastered her with his mouth. With his fingers he spread her folds so wide, exposing the entrance to her body. She couldn’t hide from him. He saw all of her, all her most secret places. He licked her clitoris again and again, and when she came, she clenched at his lips and fingers. He rose up and kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth and couldn’t get enough of it.
She looked up and saw Zeke’s yes were closed. His long, unnaturally dark eyelashes lay against his cheeks. The veins in his strong arms and shoulders quivered as he held himself over her. He started to speak.
He murmured the words like a prayer. She raised her head and pressed a kiss against his throat, her most favorite part of his body, the part hidden by his collar. The final words of his prayer she understood.
I love you.
“I love you,” he said, and the words rose like a banner over the couch. With her eyes half-closed, she felt the world falling asleep around her. She heard music somewhere in the distance. Olivia buried her head in the hollow between Zeke’s chin and shoulder.
With one thrust, he pushed inside her.
Beneath Zeke she moaned and cried, her face buried against his chest. He cradled the back of her head as she wept tears of agony and surrender. He didn’t pull out of her, didn’t apologize. He held himself still, but inside her he pulsed as her vagina stretched and strained to take all of him into her.
He penetrated her until it seemed as if his entire body filled hers to the breaking point. Each slow, controlled thrust stretched her open wide, tearing the gate that would keep him out of her. She wanted it gone, wanted everything between them gone forever. His hand found her hand and he locked their fingers together as he rose up and pushed in again. She braced for pain but instead felt a deep stab of pleasure. Her eyes flew open at the shock of it, so carnal, so animal. With a cry she pushed her hips into his again and again.
He thrust so hard into her she stopped breathing. He thrust again just as hard and she exhaled once more. She writhed underneath him, writhed and thrashed. Her inner walls throbbed against him. He pulled out and pushed in again as he teased her clitoris, dragging her close to a climax again.
He lingered inside her after coming, devouring her mouth with his. At last he pulled out and blood and semen rushed out, pooling underneath her. Once more Zeke knelt between her thighs. He lapped at her sore inner lips, at her still throbbing clitoris. She rose up again and crashed once more. When Zeke kissed her this time, she tasted blood. He pushed his fingers into her tender opening. Soon he mounted her again, entered her again, fucked her again. Their first time might have had pretensions of lovemaking. The second time he didn’t bother with any of the niceties of civilized sex. He fucked her brutally, unapologetically, fucked her like he would never have another chance to fuck her again this side of heaven and hell, and he would make the most of it even if it killed them both.
When she awoke the next morning, the sun had joined her in bed. Olivia flinched as she stretched against the sheets. Her shoulders and back ached as if she’d been stretched on a rack. Her breasts and nipples were sore and swollen. Inside she was bruised and raw. She couldn’t recall ever being in this much pain. It was the best morning of her life.
Without even looking she knew Zeke was gone. She didn’t care. This was always how it ended.
