Ok, so here's something that I dumbly missed the first time I watched Shingeki No Kyojin. Maybe you all noticed it from the beginning, but in case you didn't, I thought I would share it.
After Levi and Mikasa rescue Eren from the Female Titan and the expedition fails, everyone is regrouping and getting ready to go back to the wall. There's a line of corpses, and we see Levi approaching them, and doing something on what is hinted to be Petra's corpse. It's easy enough to deduct that he ripped her patch off her jacket. After that, we see a scout called Dieter arguing with Commander Erwin because he wants to go back to get his friend's Ivan body, and even tho both Erwin and Levi tell him not to go back, he does it anyway. This results in more titans pursuing the surviving forces, a couple scouts being eaten, and Dieter almost getting killed. He basically put everyone in danger. The scouts end up having to dispose of the rest of bodies (Petra's and the rest of Levi's elite squad included) to be able to escape the titans. Once they're out of danger again, Dieter, shocked and ashamed of what he did, tries to apologize to Levi, expecting him to be pissed off at him. But instead, Levi gives him Ivan's Wings of Freedom patch to comfort him, and tells him that's the proof that he lived.
Except HE DOESN'T. He gives him Petra's insignia. The only thing he had left of his squad was that ripped off patch. And he gives it to him. He tells him it's Ivan's because he knows it's going to help him get through that hopeless situation. I don't EVER want to see anyone call Levi cold hearted or emotionless again, because I'll get violent. Levi showed A LOT of emotions, but he did it in an unconventional, less effusive way. This, among many other things, is why Levi Ackerman will always be the GOAT. đâ€ïž
big thanks to @leviweek2023 for hosting this and helping me work through this writer's block!!
⧠word count ⌠~2.6k
⧠notes ⌠modern!au, manager!levi, smut, MDNI, mean dom!levi, afab!reader, fem!reader, filthy filth, y'all know i couldn't get through levi week without producing some type of smut
⧠content/warnings: power dynamics, manager and employee, some dubcon themes, degradation, vaginal fingering, spanking, creampie, hair-pulling, finger-sucking, marking
Levi Ackerman was a real piece of work. You had made mental notes of all the supervisors on staff during onboarding, having had your fair share of shitty managers, and you already knew Levi was going to be one of them. He didn't seem like the type to communicate well, and certainly did not seem like someone that would be willing to listen to you if you wanted to bring any internal concerns up.
Your world flipped upside down once you realized you were going to be assigned to him.
It's okay, he's just your manager, you'd think to yourself.
All you had to do was do the work and be professional. As long as he could be professional back, then you could bear through this. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he seemed.
Your first one-on-one in his office did not go the way that you had expected it to for multiple reasons.
He was 100% an asshole. He barely made eye contact with you and spoke to you as if you had no idea what you were doing, completely ignoring the credentials that had landed you this job. You were easily beginning to hate him.
You were also unable to keep your eyes off him. The entire meeting, all you could focus on was how he looked with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms; how the top two buttons of his dress shirt was undone, offering you a sneak peak at his collarbones; and how his blazer hugged his lower back, naturally directing your gaze towards his ass.
From that day forward, you weren't able to be normal around him. Every time he passed you, you felt your lower belly tingle. You found yourself having to peel your eyes off him whenever he had his office door open. It was inappropriate. He was your manager. You couldn't be horny for him without your life becoming an HR nightmare.
You decided to try to focus on the "asshole" part of him, silently hoping that if you hated him, then your hatred would overtake the horrifically inappropriate thoughts you kept on having about him.
You were wrong. It just made you hornier. However, you still convinced yourself that you just had to work harder to hate him. You very quickly found yourself becoming more and more hostile towards him. While you still turned in your work appropriately, you began to exhibit passive aggressive behavior towards him. You mouthed off about him to coworkers, making sure to raise your voice every time he passed by, and even went out of your way to blatantly disobey his requests if it didn't actually affect your work performance.
Thus, it was a long time coming before he finally called you into his office. You were busy typing away at a report that was due in a few hours when you were rudely interrupted by Levi stepping out of his office and calling out your name.
"We need to have a talk."
He spoke in a calm, but irritated tone.
You sighed in exasperation.
"Does it have to be now? Or do you not want this report to get turned in on time?"
His eyebrows scrunched together as you could visibly see him getting pissed.
"Yes it does," he said sternly. "Come to my office. Now."
You let out a more than audible groan as you rolled your eyes before finally following him into his office.
The door was slightly cracked open behind you as you stood in front of him. He was leaning back, resting his waist against his desk, crossing one leg over another, with his hands buried into his pockets.
"Is this about my numbers?" you asked, eager to break the tension. "I can assure you, they're well exceeding expectations."
"Tch," Levi tutted as he let out a scoff. "If this was regarding your numbers, you'd simply receive a performance report in your email."
Without even having to ask, you knew that this was about your behavior. You immediately averted your gaze, hoping that he hadn't put together the pieces that you were being a brat to him in the vain hopes that you could convince yourself that you were more angry at him than you were horny for him. Unfortunately, the two compounded upon each other, so you just found yourself angrily horny at him.
"We need to talk about your behavior."
"What do you mean?" you asked innocently, glancing up and immediately noting the unamused look on his face.
"You've been acting like a little shit and I would like to give you the benefit of the doubt before resorting to any disciplinary measures."
"And what exactly have I been doing, boss?" you challenged.
His frown turned into a scowl as you continued to question him.
"You've been purposefully ignoring my emails requesting you to do a report differently, saying inappropriate comments to staffâespecially when it comes to meâand you've been showing off this distasteful attitude of yours exclusively to me."
You stood there quietly as he scolded you, trying to ignore the increasing heat building up between your legs as he reprimanded you.
"Well," you spoke with a sharp exhale, trying to keep yourself together. "It's obnoxious working under you, so I have to vent somehow."
He got up and began to walk towards you, presumably to open the door to kick you out now that you've explained yourself.
"Now if you're done wasting my time-"
He instead did the exact opposite. You turned towards the door as you spoke, but he beat you to it. Before you could finish your sentence and reach for the doorknob, he placed his hand on the door, gently shutting it, indicating that you were not allowed to leave.
You felt your breathing get warm in anticipation. He was standing right behind you, close enough that you could feel his breath on you.
"You think I haven't noticed?" he whispered quietly, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck.
You didn't answer, not wanting to make assumptions as to what he was referring to.
"The way you've been shooting glances in my direction?" he spoke curiously. "The way you have to run off to the bathroom immediately after we have one of our 'conversations'?"
You felt chills run up your spine as he reached down and locked the door, with his other hand gently placed on your waist.
"Bend over."
"Wh-What?" you asked, your eyes widening in shock.
"You heard me," he reiterated as he took a step backwards. "Bend over. On my desk."
He stepped off to the side, motioning over towards his desk.
"Now," he scolded after it took you a second to react.
You slowly moved towards his desk, hesitant to jump to the conclusion of what he was trying to do, although the signs were obvious.
Having decided that you were moving too slowly, he stepped behind you and slightly pushed you down, causing you to lose balance and fall straight onto the wooden surface.
You grunted as your chest hit his desk, although he didn't push you down hard enough to cause any pain.
By the time you reoriented yourself, his hand was cupped around your ass, gently squeezing at it as his hand slipped underneath your skirt.
He tutted quietly in disappointment once he went to touch your bare bottom but was blocked off by the pantyhose you had decided to wear that day.
Levi's hand quickly reached up to your waistband and pulled down the pantyhose and your underwear at the same time, causing you to gasp. He raised up one of your legs as he took them off you, leaving them dangling off the other.
"L-Levi, what are you-"
"Disciplining you," he said in a matter-of-fact tone before you could finish your sentence.
Hearing him speak those words caused your wetness to gather as your core heated up. It gave you an overwhelming feeling of needing to hide, especially since you didn't have anything to hide the fact that you were wet. You were bent over in front of him with your panties removed and skirt bunched up around your waist.
His hands gently squeezed at your inner thigh, and your hips subtly moved backwards as you grew more impatient for his touch.
He immediately noticed and gently flicked at your slit, causing you to flinch.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" he mumbled directly into your ear, his lips brushing up against it.
You bit down on your lip at the sensation and nodded at him.
You couldn't see him from your position, but the corner of his lips tugged up in a subtle smirk as he saw your response. Immediately after, you felt the pads of his fingers rubbing up against your clit, causing you to gasp audibly.
His smirk was quickly replaced with a frown.
"Quiet now," he growled at you, gently nipping at your ear as a warning.
You let out a quiet whine as your hips bucked back towards him again. You were getting so wet that your slick was dripping down your thighs. Every second that you couldn't have him was driving you nuts.
You took in a sharp inhale as you felt him slowly slide his middle finger into your heat, feeling slightly embarrassed over how wet you were over him. Another whine came out of your throat as his index finger joined as well.
His fingers gently pumped in and out of you, the tips of his fingers rubbing up against your sweet spot. He began to spread his two fingers as they were inside you, slowly stretching you out.
A more audible moan came out of your mouth as you felt him stick a third finger in, the pain mixed in with the pleasure that was beginning to overtake your body. Thank goodness the walls were thick.
It was embarrassing, the noises he was drawing out of you as he pumped all three fingers in and out, your pussy essentially sucking him in. His fingers brushed up against the bundle of nerves inside you that made it impossible for you to think with each time that he thrust them further inside you. If this is what his fingers felt like, you couldn't help but wonder what his cock would feel like instead.
Your breathing destabilized as you felt your walls tightening around his fingers. You were close.
However, before you could let your incoming orgasm hit you, he suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving you with a disappointing and empty feeling. You gripped at his desk, frustrated that he had stolen your orgasm from you.
Your pussy throbbed as you vaguely heard a zipper getting undone, your breath getting caught in your throat when you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against your slit.
Before you could process anything, Levi quickly stuck his fingers in between your lips, forcing your mouth open and sticking two of his fingers deep into your mouth. Your tongue circled around his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, which only seemed to further arouse you.
His other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back as he slammed his cock all the way inside you, with his fingers muffling your cries.
Levi was not gentle as he fucked you. He meant it when he said discipline, and it showed as his hips roughly snapped into yours again and again, the tip of his cock easily rubbing up against your cervix with every thrust.
It was too much. You couldn't think, with every thrust of his only further scrambling your mind as euphoria coursed through your veins. You tried to say something, but his fingers that were buried in your mouth made your words incomprehensible.
"Speak up," Levi scolded, a malicious look entering his eyes, with him being fully aware that you couldn't actually talk. "Or did no one ever teach you not to mumble?"
His thrusting paused for a split second as he took his hand out of your mouth, lifting your leg and propping it up on the surface of his desk, roughly slamming his cock deeper into you.
You cried out, his fingers no longer being there to quiet down the lewd noises coming out of you.
"L-Levi, it's too much, I-"
Levi released your hair, letting you fall back down onto his desk, planting his palm in the middle of your back, firmly pinning you down onto the wooden surface.
"You can take it, can't you?" he murmured, momentarily slowing down.
You bit on your lip and nodded at him.
A smug expression quickly appeared on his face at your reaction.
"That's what I thought," he mumbled as his pace picked up again.
He was relishing in the way that your ass jiggled as he drilled into you. He quickly whipped his hand across your asscheek as he spanked you, causing you to yelp, clearly no longer giving a shit if anyone else in the office heard what was going on during your 'talk'.
Your pussy clenched up around his cock as soon as he spanked you, your breathing growing more unsteady with every single time that his cock rubbed up against the one spot that made it impossible for you to think. You heard a small groan come from his throat as he felt how tight you suddenly were around his cock.
"...g-gonna cum...Levi-"
"Already?" he asked with a mocking tone. "Dirty little slut."
His pace picked up further and you whined as you felt his fingers rubbing down at your clit as he continued to slide in and out of you roughly to the point that his desk was shaking.
"Stay quiet for me, or I'll make it even worse next time," he hissed after you let out a whine upon feeling his fingers on your clit.
His command, which implied that this was likely not a one-time thing, and his tone in which he scolded you worked together as he finally brought you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, suddenly and intensely, and you had to plant your face into his desk to keep your moans from being too audible.
You felt both your clit and cunt twitch as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were shaking that you could barely hold yourself up and your hands were clenching at his desk with such force that your knuckles were pale.
He leaned down against you, biting you harshly on the neck as his thrusts began to get sloppier, beginning to chase his own high. His body weight pinned you down onto the desk so that you could barely move, with his teeth that had sunken into your flesh leaving a mark that would no doubt be visible for days.
His thrusts slowed down as his hips continued to snap into yours harder, burying his cock deep into your pussy. Levi finally let out a deep, guttural groan as his cock twitched while shooting his cum deep inside you. Although you could barely think, you silently thanked yourself for being on birth control.
His own body was shaking as he continued to slide in and out of you for a few more seconds, breathing heavily. Levi let out another quiet groan as he finally pulled out of you, pushing himself up so that he was standing again.
He looked down at you as he steadied his own breathing, tilting his head a bit to the side as he watched his cum drip out of your cunt and down your thighs, easily feeling himself on the verge of getting aroused again.
Levi slapped your ass one more time.
"Now get out. I have work that needs to get done."
Itâs your first sex scene as a leading actress, and itâs with none other than Levi Ackerman. But you both can stay professionalâŠ.right?
Warnings / Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex
A/N: I've been working on this one shot since April and it's finally here! There will be a Part 2, written from Levi's pov, written eventually.
âOi, you ok? Ready to do this?â
Levi stands naked before you. Itâs nothing new - youâve seen his nude body several times already while shooting this film. But today is the day that you shoot the main sex scene with him - the first youâve ever done as a professional actress.
And despite all the preparations youâve done, youâre nervous as hell about it.
You take a deep breath. âYeahâŠIâm ready.â
The Camera Assistant raises the slate, âScene 24, Take 1âŠâ *Clap*
The movie is set in the 1920âs and tells the story about a woman who had been married off to an older, powerful man who owns a large estate. She has an affair with the quiet, mysterious groundskeeper. Itâs all about class, duty, and desire.
What made you nervous was that you would be doing the sex scenes with Levi Ackerman.Â
Youâd had a crush on him since your teenage years, when you saw him in the Attack on Titan series. You, and every other girl that saw him in that show. Ten years later, he was still one of the most sought-after actors in film and television. He excelled in dramatic roles and was a skilled physical actor, even doing most of his own stunts. In interviews, he was always cool and quiet, letting the other actors take the spotlight. He also kept his private life particularly private, and this gave him an air of mystery.
 You werenât sure what to expect when you met him for the first time with the rest of the cast at the first script table reading.
âMr. Ackerman, Iâll be playing the part of Anna. Itâs an absolute honor to be working with you.â
His grey eyes give you a once over, then he shakes your hand. âPlease, call me Levi. I hear this is your first leading role.â
Just shaking his hand, youâre already blushing. How will you react when you actually have to touch him romantically?
You shake those thoughts out of your mind right now. âY-yes, it is. Iâd appreciate any advice you can give me.â
âThis director is pretty strict about sticking to the script. Iâve worked with him before. But with love scenes, heâs going to give us a lot of freedom to kind of just do what we want.â
Oh god. Heâs already bringing up the sex scenes. And he calls them love scenes. You feel your face getting even hotter.Â
He notices. âIâm guessing youâve never done a love scene before.â
âI uh..â you were going to try to think of something witty to say, but it feels difficult to talk suddenly, âI havenât, actually.â
He smiles. âItâs normal to feel nervous. The most important thing is for you to trust me, and for us to respect each other.â
The room is filling with more cast and crew as the table reading is about to start. Levi gestures for the both of you to have a seat. âWhy donât we start by getting to know each other after the table reading? When weâre not shooting we can get together and help each other with lines and maybe eat together during breaks. That way, I wonât feel like such a stranger.â
âThat would be so nice. Yes, letâs do that,â you reply, feeling better and more comfortable with him already. He just seems soâŠnormal. Not at all the broody, rude character heâs made out to be in the tabloids.
After that, you spent most of your free time with Levi. Youâd hang out with each other in your trailers, working on memorizing lines or just talking. The director insisted on shooting most of the movie on location and not in a studio, so you were all left to basically live in a small town in the countryside. Levi would invite you out with other cast and crew friends. He was friendly - much friendlier than youâd imagined him to be - but you noticed that the larger the crowd got, the quieter he became. You much more enjoyed the time when it was just the two of you.
Leading up to your sex scenes, you and Levi were required to meet with an intimacy coach. She was pleased to hear that you and Levi were already getting to know each other, since trust is key. The three of you talked over the scene and the movements required.Â
âThere will be moments where you two will have to be naked with each other, but when you two actually recreate sexual activity, you can use intimacy barriers and skin colored thongs and underwear,â the coach suggests. âLevi, I know youâve done sex scenes totally nude in the past.â
Thatâs right..the independent film he was in a few years ago. There was a lot of controversy about the very explicit sex scene in that movie. So they were completely nude during that scene? Why do you feel jealous?
âWhatever Reader is comfortable with. Iâll follow her lead,â he says, matter-of-factly.Â
The coach looks at you. âAnd youâre comfortable being nude with Levi?â
Youâre trying so hard not to blush and look professional, as if this conversation isnât giving you butterflies in your stomach. You feel Leviâs grey eyes on you. âYes, itâs not a problem.â
Later that afternoon, your words were put to the test. You were to shoot a scene where your character catches Levi washing outside his cottage. Itâs a short scene but youâre nervous. When you arrive on set, Levi is already in a robe waiting.Â
The scene is set, and Levi takes off his robe. His body is even better in real life. Heâs toned, and he has a perfect six pack with a deep v shape on either side. A black trail of hair leads down to his..
No, you shouldnât look, itâs unprofessional. But you want to so badly.
âReader, go to your mark,â the Directorâs Assistant says.
âY-yes, of course.â You take your place by the wall that surrounds his characterâs cottage. When the director yells action you walk along the wall until you get to the entrance, but before you enter his garden, you see him washing at a basin near the home. Youâre supposed to look for just a moment, then turn back against the wall and blush at seeing him.Â
But when you peek around the corner, you canât help but let your eyes linger for just longer than youâre supposed to. Heâs washing himself, the water flowing over his beautifully toned body. His hair is wet and he pushes it back.
âCut!â the director commands. âReader, you were staring too long. Remember, sheâs shocked at what she sees and quickly turns away, but sheâs also titillated.â
You blush and look over to Levi, who you hope is far enough away that he canât hear what the director is saying. âGot it. Sorry about that.â You take your mark and do it again.
The next day, you had to shoot some other scenes and didnât see Levi all day. Although the dayâs shoot went without a hitch, you couldnât help but think about that perfect body of his and how you would soon be touching and kissing it.Â
You arrived at your trailer earlier than usual the next day. There were a few cast and crew members ambling about, but it was otherwise quiet. You knock on the door of Leviâs trailer.
âCome in,â he answers. When you enter, Levi is casually sitting, drinking his tea and reading through todayâs scenes. âI thought we could discuss how we wanted to block todayâs physical scenes. Itâs no nudity, but since itâs their first time,I think there are some particular movements they want us to include.âÂ
Itâs strange, talking to Levi about, âme grabbing your breast,â or, âwhen I enter you for the first time,â as if these are the most normal conversations to have in the world. But even hearing him say these words in his deadpan way of speaking is making the blood rush to your cheeks. After a lengthy discussion, you scribble some notes in your script for later, then make your way to your trailer to get into costume.
The scene is set in a hunting cabin far from the main estate. As your character has just left a dinner party, youâre wearing a beautiful wine colored gown that everyone remarks on. Everyone except Levi. He sits in his chair and seems to be in some kind of ultra-focused state. Youâd never noticed before, but maybe thatâs how he gets into character.
Or maybe heâs nervous too.
Your heart is pounding when the director says action. âPlease donât go,â you say, as you grab Leviâs arm.Â
Youâd blocked out the scene with Levi this morning, but you suddenly have an urge to deviate slightly from the plan, not because you want to, but because you now feel like thatâs what your character would do at this moment.Â
You hold his hand and begin to kiss his palm and wrist, then you place it on your cheek. Itâs so innocent, but full of yearning. Leviâs body goes tense, but then he unexpectedly moves his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth. You begin to suck on his thumb, then his pointer finger, looking at him seductively when he finally pulls it out. He lets out a sigh and then heâs kissing you passionately; you pull down his suspenders while he lifts up the gossamer layers of your dress. Your mouths crash together as he undoes his pants. He tastes like spearmint, and you wonder if he did that on purpose. He moves away from the kiss and pulls off your underwear, and then heâs on top of you and between your legs.Â
Although his bare ass is showing, the camera angle doesnât necessitate him completely against your crotch. But he pushes slowly as if he is entering you for the first time and after a few thrusts, he starts getting faster.Â
Your character is going through a lot of emotions at this point: desire, guilt, pleasure. You look away and your cheeks begin to flush as Levi continues to move, a certain kind of desperation in every thrust. You both begin to breathe heavily, your hands in his hair and his head in the crook of your neck. One final thrust, and thereâs only silence, until..
âCut!â the director cries out. âGood work, you two. Now, letâs do that again, with some closeup shots.
âYou okay?â Levi asks as he gets off of you and grabs a rag to wipe off his sweat.Â
You straighten your dress and a makeup assistant comes over to touch-up your makeup. âYeah..Iâm fine.â
âThey way you approached me, with the kisses on the palm and taking my fingers - that was a nice change.â He looks at you as he returns to his mark. âYou have good instincts.â
âThanks.â You laugh to yourself, because the compliment makes you blush more than when he was rutting against you.
The cinematographer changes cameras and gets closer. âAlright, letâs do that again..â
ââ
The next day, you meet with the intimacy coordinator to choreograph the next sex scene scheduled for the end of the week. In the midst of taking notes and discussing with Levi the motivations for each movement, you become quiet, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. Because for the last few days, youâve had trouble differentiating your feelings for Levi and your characterâs feelings for his character. The line seems to be blurring between them, and that concerns you.Â
In between scenes, you truly enjoy spending time with Levi. Heâs smart and funny. He nerds out about tea and kung fu movies, and youâve spent many an evening just listening to him go into more detail about the two than you ever thought possible. He gives you ideas when you struggle with character notes, and even helps you to memorize lines. At night, in the privacy of your hotel room, youâve fantasized about what it might feel like to be desired by him, to hear him say your name as he touches your body.
Then you hear your name being called by the coordinator and you snap out of it. âIs that ok with you? Being completely nude for the scene?â she asks.
âNo..no..Iâd like for both of us to be covered,â you answer. Itâs better this way, you think to yourself. It keeps it professional.
Levi shrugs. âFine by me.â
You both walk back to the hotel at the end of the day, but Levi stops you before you enter the building.
âHey, you ok today? You seem distracted.â
âIâm fine. I guess Iâm just nervous about tomorrow.âÂ
âI get it. But weâve put a lot of work into this. And Iâd like to think we trust each other at this point.â He puts his hand on your shoulder. âYouâve got this.â
Just like that, you feel more at ease. He just has such a way with you. âYouâre right, weâve done well so far. And I do trust you, Levi.â
ââ
When you arrive at your trailer the next morning, thereâs a to-go cup on your table.Â
To calm your body and mind. âLevi
Your makeup artist smiles as you read the note. âLevi just brought that by. You sure have a great leading man.â
You smile. âYeah, I sure do.â
The scene takes place in the forest in the afternoon. Your character has snuck away from her home to meet him, far away from spying eyes. The Director has decided to film the scene in sections instead of one long scene, at least for now.Â
The marker board is clicked and you and Levi walk hand-in-hand among the trees. He pulls you into a small clearing, then grabs the back of your neck as he starts kissing you fully. You pull away and look him in the eyes.
âI want you to fuck me.â
Your character is a lady of high society; itâs scandalous for someone of her stature to say such a thing, but here she is, with this man that is âbelowâ her, and she wants nothing else than for him to ravage her.
You can totally relate to your character, in that regard.
He moves closer to you and begins to fondle your breasts, then he grabs the front of your white cotton blouse and tears it off of you, revealing your bare chest.Â
He lays his chore jacket on the ground. âUndo my trousers,â he commands, and you do so. You then lie down on the jacket beneath you while he pulls down his trousers and takes off his henley shirt. When he takes off his trousers, you look away.
âNo - donât look away. Look at me,â he says with authority. He crouches over you and easily pulls off your skirt.Â
âCut! Letâs get them ready for closeup shots.â The Director and his team set up for the next shots as you and Levi sit awkwardly on the ground. You canât move too much because you don't want to spoil the continuity of the scene, so you freeze as your hair and makeup team tousle your hair and touch up your makeup.
Both of you have your groins covered but other than that, you are completely naked, except youâre still wearing your stockings and boots. The Director tells Levi to get on top of you and he does so.
âReady to do this?â He whispers.
âYes, Iâm ready,â you answer.
âScene 24, Take 1..â
*Clap*
Levi is immediately kissing your lips, then moving down to your neck and collarbone. He looks back up at you and begins to thrust, each one hard and deliberate. You begin to move your hips to meet his thrusts and he breathes heavily into the skin of your neck. Even without actually having sex, the friction enough is turning you on; that, and Leviâs kisses on your body.
Then you feel it. A hardening bulge rubbing up against your clit. You look into his eyes and see a brief flash of recognition, but neither of you break character.Â
He pulls you up and your legs are wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you but itâs slower now, your bodies working together as you grind. His hard cock is rubbing your clit just right, and you feel like you could come from just this feeling alone. Youâve forgotten about the hoards of people watching both of you right now and youâre completely in the moment, letting him pull you even closer to him.Â
âLevi..â you whisper in his ear. It slips from your mouth before you know it; there arenât any lines scripted for this scene, and youâre hoping it wasnât loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. It earns a look from Levi and then he smirks - youâre not sure if that was in character either.Â
Your hands grasp at his hair and he starts slowing down. You look up at the sky thinking about the pleasure you - and your character - just felt. Then your lips graze against each other as your breathing becomes more calm.
âAnd cut! Great work you two I loved how that flowed. Letâs take a 15 minute break. Iâll look through the footage and decide if we need to re-shoot anything.â
Just like that, the moment is gone. The Director and others begin to move equipment and Leviâs assistant brings him a robe. He has it on and around him before you can barely get off of him.
âGood work,â he says curtly as he walks off. Your assistant takes a little longer to get to you, so youâre sitting there, naked, trying to figure out just exactly what happened between the two of you.
Levi keeps his distance during the break and as he listens to the directorâs notes. You have to re-shoot a few closeup shots, and although the energy is still there, something is different. You can feel it.Â
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Levi doesnât come out with you and the crew for dinner that night, and he doesnât reply to your text messages. Youâre worried - did you do something to offend him? Was it because you moaned his name during the scene?
That has to be it. It probably made him feel awkward. Maybe he thinks youâre unprofessional. It makes your palms cold and clammy just thinking about disappointing him, you canât bear it.
But you canât deny that he was turned on during the scene. You felt him against you. You couldnât have imagined that.
You walk back to your hotel room lethargically. You think about texting him again, this time apologizing for your behavior, but before you can, thereâs a knock on your door.
âLevi?â
âHey.â He shifts one leg to the other, and he rubs the back of his neck. âCan we talk?â
âOf course,â you open the door wider for him to enter, âcome in.â
He enters, his body language clearly restless and troubled. âWhatâs up?â you question.
âAbout todayâs shootâŠ.Iâve been doing this a long time, and Iâm always professional. I respect you as an actress.â Â
He paces the room and has a difficult time looking at you. You assume heâs going to reprimand you for your behavior today, so you prepare yourself. âI know you do, Levi. And I respect you.â
He finally stops in front of you. âBut me getting turned on todayâŠI donât want you to think less of me. Itâs just that youâre-â he runs his hand through his dark hair.Â
Butterflies begin to form in your stomach. Youâve never seen Levi this flummoxed before. He takes a deep breath and it seems to give him focus as he moves closer to you.Â
âYouâve done something to me. When I had you in my arms today, I couldnât help myself. Then when you said my name like thatâŠâ
He looks into your eyes. âIâve kissed you countless times during this filming. But right now, I want to kiss you as myself.â
Your heart does backflips and your throat is suddenly dry. âSo kiss me,â you invite, moving even closer to him.
It takes him a moment, almost as if he is checking if itâs truly ok. Then with a deep breath, he grabs the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. Even though youâve kissed him many times, this time itâs different. Thereâs an electricity to it, an honesty, as if heâs laying bare his entire self to you.Â
His hand moves from your hip bone to under your shirt, his soft touch sending shivers down your spine. It doesnât take long for his other hand to make it under your shirt as well, and soon heâs pulling it over your head and off of you.Â
You also start letting your hands roam, first down his back and then under his t-shirt. You grab the hem and pull it off of him, but before you can do more heâs working on unclasping your bra.Â
âI want you so badly.â His voice is low and raspy as he lays you on the bed.
Youâve started peeling off your leggings but he takes them and pulls them off roughly, desperately. âThere are condoms in the drawer of the bedside table.â He gives you a look. âYou know..just in case.â He smiles, then reaches over to the drawer. As he does so, you pull off your underwear and start touching yourself. You rub your clit in circles, watching him as he stands over you.
Thereâs a giant bulge in his grey sweatpants and you can see the lust in his eyes. âGod, youâre beautiful.â He throws the condom packet down and dives in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs.
âDo you know how long Iâve wanted to have you like this? To take this beautiful pussy as mine?â He starts licking at your folds and you swear youâve entered heaven. He starts flicking his tongue over your clit, alternating between fast and slow. Your back arches and your hands reach down to grip his hair.Â
âYes, yes, right thereâŠ.fuckâŠâ You canât believe this is happening. Levi is here, he wants you, and heâs eating your pussy in a way that no man ever has.
Just when you feel you could climax, he stops. He reaches down next to the bed and picks up the condom package, sticking it in his mouth as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear.Â
Youâd seen him naked on set, but his cock had been flaccid at the time; now that heâs hard, itâs even more impressive. As he puts on the condom, you lick your lips, preparing yourself to truly - finally - have him inside you.
He can see the desire in your eyes. âLook at you - so eager for my cock are you?â
âYes, Levi, I want it so badly. Iâve always wanted you.â You open your legs a little wider, inviting him to go between them.Â
He moves in and looks down on you as he touches his cock. âFuck, youâre so pretty like this. I donât know how Iâve kept myself in check for this long.âÂ
You smile. âSo youâve been thinking about me?â
âOf course I have. How could I not?â He positions himself above you and rubs his cock on your entrance, covering it with your juices. âWhen Iâm not on set with you, youâre all I think about.â
Before this night, Levi had always had a quiet, awkward confidence to him, as if there were a multitude of thoughts happening just below the surface; but now, he was assertive and cocky, telling you his thoughts and desires without any restraint. You loved seeing this new side of him.
He enters you slowly and you both take a deep breath, then he begins to move faster as he sees a smile form across your face.
âYou feel so goodâŠfuckâŠâÂ
Your words encourage him to pick up the pace, the sounds of his hips slamming into you reverberate throughout the room. âShit, youâre so wet, I canât get enough of you.â He moves down to kiss you passionately, then he starts to kiss and suck on your neck.
âBe careful..I have to shoot a scene tomorrow,â you warn, halfheartedly.
âMakeup can cover it up,â he growls in your ear and then continues.
He feels so good, you canât resist anything this man does to you, so you give into him completely as his cock rams into you and his mouth claims you.
The evening is a flurry of moans and grunts, him having his way with you on the bed, against the wall, in the shower - it was as if you were both discovering pleasure for the first time. Real pleasure - not performative.Â
As the sun begins to rise, you both lay exhausted and satisfied in the bed, the sheets in a tangled mess around you.
âThis wonât change how we work together, will it?â you ask with a worried look on your face.
âWhy would it? If anything, itâll make our chemistry on screen more believable.â He kisses the top of your head. âAnd this will make the preparation for the other sex scenes much more interesting,â he says with a boyish grin.Â
You canât argue with that. âI suppose life sometimes does imitate art.âÂ
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first fic! kind of threw this together while traveling and had no beta readers, so please be nice to me. i've been spending some time in the italian countryside and got a little inspired.
pairing: reader x eren jaeger
wc: 7.5k (jesus christ)
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
**title means "i think about you every day" in italian :')
Standing on top of this mountain looking over unfamiliar fields, you donât remember a time in the recent past youâve felt so at peace, the quiet fluttering of the sparrows easing the ever-present ache in your heart.
It was a tasteful ceremony. A small church in the middle of the Chianti region, in a little town with a name you couldnât pronounce, decorated with so many candles that the room was sweltering, even with the breeze wafting in from the hills. Mikasa and Jeanâs little girl, Clara, had played the role of flower girl perfectly; you hadnât seen her since she was a newborn, and there she was, toddling down the aisle on fat little three-year-old legs. Historia and Ymir were beautiful brides, practically unchanged over the years, still as consumed with each other as they had been in college.
Even now, you distinctly remember a drunken night when Ymir promised Historia that she would take her to Europe one day, and here she was, marrying her beloved blonde in the heart of Italy. Another memory surfaces, parallel to that one, of someone looping an arm around your waist as you watched college-Ymir make her declaration, a whisper in your ear of the same promise. You pack that up and tuck it away as soon as it surfaces, scratching at your elbow.
âWhat are you doing out here?â Mikasaâs voice is behind you, drawing closer. You smile down at Clara, holding her motherâs hand and wobbling out into the grass.
âJust thinking,â you sigh, swishing your wine around in its glass, âI should come back in and join the party.â
âThey just finished the champagne toast, but you havenât missed the first dance,â Mikasa agrees.
You take Claraâs other hand and reluctantly allow yourself to be led back into the thick of things, the two of you swinging the little girl between you. Her shrieks of joy make you smile in spite of yourself, calming the nerves fluttering around in your stomach. Years had passed and things had changed, you and everyone else around you included.
It was a gorgeous reception, even more beautiful than the ceremony. Theyâd chosen a huge stone patio outside of the massive villa theyâd rented, covered by columns of stone arching up to form a roof and dripping with flowered vines. It was exactly what you wouldâve chosen, so beautiful it didnât need decoration. Simple, natural, Tuscan.
âHe didnât bring a date,â Mikasa murmurs to you as you enter the terrace, scanning the room for Jean. She didnât need to specify who âheâ was; you had seen him at the ceremony, longer hair than you remembered, two rows ahead of you. Even if you hadnât, the sad truth was there was really only one âheâ for you, and Mikasa knew that.
âWhat do you want me to do with that?â You respond, trying and failing to mask your discomfiture with irritation.
âWhatever you want,â Mikasa shrugs, vague as always, scooping Clara up onto her hip and striding across the tented reception to Jean. You watch her go, watch Jean take Clara and kiss Mikasa, envy and self-pity clawing at your heart.
Ymir and Historia chose a slower song than you expected; it must be Historiaâs doing that they were doing a first dance at all. Ymir had made it exceptionally clear during the bachelorette trip that all of the frills were to make Historia happy, and she was mostly looking forward to the honeymoon. The memory makes you snort into your empty wine glass, until you catch a glimpse of green eyes across the room.
Erenâs suit is more expensive than anything you knew he owned, sharp at the corners and resembling something your bossâ boss would wear. Mikasa had mentioned months ago that Eren and Zekeâs business was really taking off, but you find yourself wondering if these were the clothes he wore now, or if it was a splurge. Heâs staring at you, no surprise there. Breakup aside, Erenâs the most possessive person youâve ever known, and anything that was his is always his, at least from his point of view. That was part of the problem, you reflect, tracing your red fingernail around the rim of your wine glass.
The first dance concludes and amidst the applause, waiters begin circling the room with hors d'oeuvres, little bits of smoked salmon and crudite platters. After the travel and ceremony, youâre ravenous, and you begin weaving your way through the crowd to track down a tray with carbohydrates on it.
Youâre halfway through stuffing a croquette into your mouth when Armin interrupts you, chuckling. âHungry?â
âI only flew over this morning,â you excuse yourself, dabbing at your mouth with a cocktail napkin. Armin doesnât care, you know that, but after the last few years of cocktail hours with the most influential magazine and website owners in the world, manners are second-nature.
âAt least it was a short flight. You came fromâŠBelgium?â
âMoscow,â you shrug, âfour hour flight into Milan, two hour train, hour long car service.â
âCar service?â Armin cocks an eyebrow. âHavenât you gotten fancy over the years?â
You blush, embarrassed. âDid you fly from the states?â
âShanghai, actually.â Arminâs face shows it, still puffy from the flight. âI donât even know how many hours, just that it was long.â
âIâve made that flight,â you say, empathizing, ânot a fun one.â
âI was able to throw some miles from my company card into it and get first class, though, it was the nicest-â
âCan I join you two?â Your heart drops. You knew he was watching you, heâs always watching you, but to be so bold as to interrupt a conversation, speak to you here? Now?
âSure, Eren,â Armin steps to the side to make room for Eren at the high-top table youâve found yourselves gathering around, âwe were just catching up on our flights over.â
Eren nods, masterfully collected as he smiles politely at you. âI actually had business over here, so I left New York maybeâŠa week ago, now? It wasnât bad at all, our company card covers first-class flights.â
Some strange mix of annoyance and being impressed swells in your throat. You take a swig of wine to swallow it, not trusting yourself to resist throwing out a snarky comment or alternatively inquiring about where this first-class-covering business card came from. You donât owe him the satisfaction. Armin nods politely, but you can see the tension in his smile. The history between Eren and you could stretch for miles of scorched earth, and itâs no secret. You imagine that earth, black and smoking, half-finished houses with white picket fences smoldering down to their foundations.
âSo,â Eren breaks the silence, turning to you, âwhere did you come in from?â
âMoscow.â One-word answers, minimal detail, you assure yourself in your head. He wonât get his claws in you this time if you donât let him.
âMoscow is beautiful,â Eren sips the bourbon that you had considered throwing in his face when he approached, âbut a little cold this time of year, isnât it?â
âIt was very nice, actually,â you canât help disagreeing for the sake of it, âI was only in town for a few days covering a story, anyway.â Shit. Youâve betrayed yourself already and revealed a detail. Erenâs smile curls up over his cheeks like a cat thatâs found a trapped mouse. You kick yourself inwardly.
âHear that, Armin? Our little bookworm is still writing.â
You roll your eyes at the old nickname from college, earned by your constant pleas to stay in for a comfy night instead of a frat party. You had read over 350 books in college, breaking your four-year goal by at least fifty. Eren used to beg you to tell him the stories you read before bed like a child, because he couldnât be bothered to read the actual book and it sounds so much more interesting when you read it, baby. And up until the last three years, you had obliged him. Now, the only person you read to sleep is yourself.
âI made a career out of it,â you snip, âso yes, still writing.â
âClaraâs getting into the wedding cake- I donât see Mikasa, shit, one sec-â Arminâs sentence is cut short by the speed with which he darts away from the pair of you, running off towards a table on the other side of the room. You donât necessarily blame him, but you seethe anyway, vowing to repay him for abandoning you.
âCareer, hm?â Eren hums pleasantly. âWorkâs going well, then?â
You snatch a second glass of wine off of a passing tray, wanting more than anything to walk away from him, but you both know your feet wonât move. Getting a nice buzz going is your only option, at this point. You take a healthy swig, shrugging. âI enjoy it, and it pays.âÂ
âThatâs a beautiful dress,â Eren murmurs, quiet and thoughtful. You blush and frown all at once.
âSays the one wearing a $6,000 suit.â
âIs it?â Eren fingers his lapel. He looks amused, and you want to smack the faux-bashfulness right off of his face. âI honestly didnât know.â
âYour work must be going exceedingly well, then,â you glare, seeing right through him. The facade falters for just a moment, a critical moment: Eren almost looks sad.
âThe business took off about a year ago,â heâs not looking at you, focusing on something in the distance, âso Iâm traveling almost constantly now. I hardly see Zeke, my only company is usually just my assistant or a flight attendant. I love visiting a new city every week, but itâsâŠâ
âLonely?â You finish for him before you can stop yourself. He nods, looking surprised.
âYour work keeps you on the go now, too?â
âI switched over to a rolling travel schedule two years ago, when Rolling Stone started their global music column. It ended up being super popular and Iâm the lead journalist, so Iâm basically running all over the world listening to the weirdest music you can imagine. They had me head over to Berlin one time to cover the ârising alien punk sceneâ; it wasâŠreally something.â You pull a funny face at the memory, Eren laughs, a deep, real laugh from the belly. You can hear yourself rambling, revealing, but you canât stop. Itâs so natural that the realization of falling back into yourself, the self that loved Eren, is making your skin crawl. You should walk away, look for an out-
âHave you explored the grounds at all?â
Erenâs question snaps you out of your moment of clarity, back into his magnetic field. âThe grounds?â
âThis house,â Eren gestures to the villa that Ymir and Historia have rented for their closest friends, âsits on over a thousand acres of vineyard. The best wine in the world.â
âI can tell,â you examine the legs on your glass of red, provided by the vineyard itself, âitâs not my usual French, but itâs incredible.â
âSnob,â Eren grins at you. You have always been a picky wine drinker, Eren used to joke that you could pass a sommelier test without even taking the course. âSo, the grounds?â
He offers you an elbow. You look at it, weighing but not really weighing your options, and slip your arm through his, feeling the rapid thudding of your pulse. Youâre fairly sure if anyone looked closely at your neck, theyâd see the frantic heartbeat insistently pushing right under your skin. You tell yourself it will only be a short walk, just a few minutes, because you do want to see the grounds, even if itâs with the last person you should be spending any time with. You hope that youâll be able to sneak out without catching Mikasaâs eye.
Eren tugs you along, prattling on about the history of the vineyard, entirely unaware that youâre not listening. This Eren is so different from the Eren you left in New York, but still similar, still feels like home. His nose and jaw have only grown stronger with age, but his eyes still have a youthful glimmer, even if they seem sharper and more intense than youâve ever seen them. Itâs unlikely that heâs physically grown even taller between 23 and 26, but his presence makes him seem like the tallest man in the room. Heâs self assured, confident, and in charge, in a manlier, more mature way that youâve never seen before. A heat simmers in your stomach as you admire the curve of his strong neck, and you want to swat your own hand, tell yourself to settle down. Itâs just a walk.
âI think I could die happy here,â Eren says, looking over the view youâve approached, about a half mile from the rest of the party now. You chuckle.
âA beautiful view and some good wine is all it takes?â
âThatâs most of it, these days,â Eren shrugs, âbut I do need cable. And-â
âA television, a gym, at least one case of shitty domestic beer in the house at all times,â you count off on your fingers.
âFor starters,â Eren concedes with a shy grin. âAnd a wife.â
Those last two words cause your heart to stop altogether. You look around, realizing just how far you are from the villa, how alone you are with him. The sun is setting reluctantly around you both, sinking slowly, holding onto the landscape with an iron grip.
âThat would be nice,â you stammer, âf-for you, definitely.â
âWant to explore this building over here?â As if nothing out of the ordinary happened, Eren points out a smaller home down the hill from you both. âItâs really cool inside.â
You trudge along beside him, having kicked off your heels and left them at the reception long ago, and a fresh wave of anger kicks up in your chest. It was just so quintessentially Eren; drop a bomb, and then act like nothing happened. It reminds you that there are aspects of Eren you canât stand, and that reminder instills you with the confidence to seclude yourself with him in the charming little stone house.
It is really cool. No window panes in the entire bottom floor, just the fresh vineyard air rolling in. Thereâs a little kitchenette, some various odds and ends of sofas and chairs sprawling across the clay-bricked floors. A huge table, clearly made for workersâ lunch breaks over the centuries, squats in the middle of the bottom floor, and racks of wine cover the walls. You break away from him to pick up a bottle or two, examine the label, brush off some dust.
Eren grants you a few moments to yourself before you sense him behind you, closer than you want to consider.
âAnything good?â He says, peering right over your shoulder from the sound of it.
You turn around before you can regret it, chest to chest with him. Heâs hunching his head to make the best eye contact with you he can, the way heâs always done. You focus on breathing normally, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how his proximity still affects you after all these years. âA â92 vintage Chianti. They actually talked about this wine in my sommelier course; I didnât even realize this was the same vineyard.â
âYou took the course?â Eren smiles crookedly, an endearing grin that youâve always loved. You smile despite yourself.
âYeah,â you admit quietly, âI took the course.â
Eren grins wider, and thankfully leaves you there, striding across the room to shuffle through the kitchen drawers. When he returns, heâs holding a wine key and two glasses. You cock your head, confused.
âItâs supposed to be the best, huh? Crack it open.â
âErenâŠâ you trail off, holding the bottle gingerly, âthis bottle has to be over a thousand dollars. We canât do it.â
âDid I forget to mention this is my bunk for the trip?â He smiles again, his prominent canines glinting in the sunset light streaming in, gesturing around the room grandly; your knees nearly buckle at the sight. âBedroomâs upstairs. Ymir and Historia said any of the wineâs up for grabs. Itâs the ownersâ fault if they left the good stuff out for us to get into, and itâs on my tab anyway.â
Youâre nearly speechless, not only that Eren got an entire house to himself (heâs always been the spoiled brat of the friend group), but that he tricked you into coming here, with him. When you fail to respond, he takes it simply as more reluctance to open the bottle, and he grabs the bottle from you and starts to dig the corkscrew in through the top.
You let a few beats pass, considering your options as he pours the wine. When he finally hands you the glass, you give voice to your thoughts, testing the waters. âWhy did you bring me here?â
âBecause you love wine and the house is cool,â Eren shrugs innocently, taking a sip, âdamn, thatâs good. Try it.â
You hold your glass stock-still in your hands. âWeâre done withâŠwhat we used to do, you know. Thatâs not whatâs going on here.â
The air sparkles with dust; Erenâs demeanor stutters, a small frown working its way onto his face. âJust try the wine, babe.â
Your heart flutters, your stomach sinks, your memories with Eren shriek from the back of your mind. The pet name is too familiar, too easy, and it brings a cold chill over you. As youâre prone to do, your panic comes shooting out coated in snark.âBabe? Yeah, no, Iâm done-â
âSorry, sorryâ it was a mistake, force of habit,â Erenâs already apologizing as youâre talking; you hate how he can still anticipate your reaction before you can give it. He grabs your wrist as you turn to leave, rolling his eyes, âa mistake. Try your wine, you donât know when youâre going to stumble across that again.â
You let him hold your wrist, enjoying the pressure of his strong hands into the delicate flesh of your arm despite yourself. You look between him, the wine, the room several times, as if youâre weighing your decision. You know what youâre going to choose, but maybe you can pretend that he doesnât know, too. Erenâs willing to play along, eyes wide and pleading.
Without breaking your gaze, you carefully taste the wine. Damn him, it is good. It has a complexity of flavor and a depth to it thatâs incredibly rare, even in the French countryside wines you tend to favor. Even though you fight it, you smile at him and offer your glass for him to pour more.
The bottle passes quickly, both of you settling yourselves in chairs at the kitchen table, discussing old friends, new friends, reminiscing on the college years when you were both a little happier and a little less sane. You hardly notice the sun setting further, the smallest bits of twilight leaking into the corners of the sky.
âYour teeth are so red,â you giggle, head spinning. The wine was delicious, delicious enough for Eren to pop open a second bottle, but God, was it strong. You arenât sure how youâll manage the walk back up to the reception- is the reception even still going on?
âSo are yours,â Eren pinches your cheek, giggling drunkenly along with you.
âGod, youâre right.â You place a finger onto your teeth, rubbing frantically at the wine stains to no avail. Eren reaches a wobbling hand out to pull your fingers out of your mouth, shaking his head. He frowns and shakes his head, childlike.
âDonât take them off.â
âThe wine stains?â
âYeah.â
âWhy? They make teeth look dirty,â you laugh again, trying to shove your finger back into your mouth where Erenâs holding it.
âIâŠokay, maybe itâs weird, but I always thought it was kind of sexy when your teeth were all red from wine,â Eren blushes, and itâs so childishly endearing that you can feel your heart swell.
âReally?â
âI never told you that?â Eren looks astonished, chuckling under his breath. âIt drove me crazy back when we were together. Youâd go to Historiaâs, or Sashaâs, or whoeverâs and down a bottle or two of red and come stumbling back into that crappy apartment in Harlem-â
â-the one with the mean bodega lady outside!â
âYes!â Eren snaps his fingers, pointing at you excitedly. âAnyway, youâd come waddling back in, hair a mess and wine all over your teeth, your lips would be bright purple, and youâd always be so horny-â
âEren!â
âItâs true! Youâd ride me for an hour before you knocked out.â Eren sipped his wine, smiling in a private way that you felt was just for you.
âAn hour seems like a bit of a stretch,â you murmur, looking down into your glass. Youâve almost finished your wine and you shouldnât have any more, the reception is waiting for you and youâve been gone with Eren long enough that youâve been missed at this point. When you pull your head up, Eren looks different. Itâs a familiar face on a new man: his eyes have a mischievous glimmer in them, the sunset winking at you through his green irises.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips; your mind wanders to that tongue, those lips. Mentally, you dance over what you know those lips and tongue can do, how they feel on your mouth, your neck, between your legs. Your wine-addled mind tries to shake the persistent thought. Eren reaches a hand over to your mouth, absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over the corner of your lips.
âStill think it looks sexy,â he mumbles, half-drunk and half expecting a stern reprimand from you. His eyes search your face, curious of your reaction. Itâs the moment youâve been running around the world from for the last three years, finally coming to fruition here in this little house.Â
You embarrass and surprise yourself simultaneously: tears well in your eyes. You want him; youâre drunk and beautiful and desperate for him in the beautiful countryside of Italy, but heâs so bad for you. Theyâre tears that have been waiting behind your eyes, tears of frustration and desire.
âWhy are you crying?â Eren asks, furrowing his brow. You know he knows, he understands you and your emotions better than anyone. Youâre angry with him, angry that he knows the source of your tears before you open your mouth.
âWeâre done, Eren,â you fail miserably to steel your voice, âwe canât do this anymore, remember? Itâs not good for us.â
âItâs been three years, baby,â Eren responds, still rubbing his thumb over your lips, âthree years of growing. Weâre different nowâ Iâm different.â
âNo,â you sniffle, feeling like a child. Whether heâs changed or not is still up for debate, but your sore heart can only take so much. Heâs so beautiful, soaked in sun and wine and temptation, simpering at you. Your resolve is weakening by the second.
âYes,â Eren insists, âitâs me. You belong to me, you know you do.â
âErenââ
âYou always do this, always try to run from me, but Iâll always find you,â he murmurs, âIâll go to every corner of the earth if I need to. Iâll always find you because youâre mine.â
Youâd love to say that he leaned in, he grabbed your face and pulled you to him, but youâd be lying. Itâs you who leans forward ever so slightly, catching your chapped lips in his and kissing him tentatively. You wouldnât be lying if you told anyone that he sighed into your mouth, ready to feel your body under his hands again. You wouldnât be lying in the slightest.
Eren allows you a few tentative kisses, a few pecks against his lips, familiar and new all the same. Once youâve had your fill of shyness, your obligatory ruse of unassuredness, he reaches for you, scooping you into his lap. You straddle him, whimpering at the friction of his already-growing bulge against your clothed cunt. He has to push your dress up to allow you room to spread your legs over him; youâre wearing a slinky little silk number, a gorgeous deep brown against your tanned skin, but not cooperative for lap-sitting.
Erenâs tongue is practically down your throat, teeth nipping at your bottom lip when you have to pull away for air, hands roaming your now-bare thighs.
âThis dress,â he pants between kisses, âis so fucking perfect on you. Look so good for me.â
You sigh into his mouth, running your hands through his hair. Off to the side of your mind, you realize you may have knocked his hair out of its bun, but the dark locks feel so soft in your fingers, you canât bring yourself to apologize for it. Heâs wrapping his hands around your ass; Eren always loved your full hips, and it seems that that fact hasnât changed.
Your hands find their way to his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Heâs grown stronger over the years, definitive muscles rippling under your fingers, but the broadness heâs always possessed is still there. Heâs large compared to you, twice as wide and at least a head taller, and you loathe to admit it, but it turns you on. You love the way he manhandles you, the way he pushes and pulls you exactly how he wants you, the way he grabs your hips hard enough to bruise, rocking them against his own.
A particularly well-placed thrust of his hips against yours elicits a wanton groan from you, spilling into his mouth. Eren moans back, moving away from your lips to mouth his way down your throat.
âGonna sit you up now, okay?â
He stands, knocking the chairs aside on his way up, to set you on the table, the perfect height for him to grope at you, pull your dress this way and that.
âWanna get this thing off, will you let me?â
You hesitate, or try to, at least. His hands are dizzying, flying all over your body and squeezing at just the right spots as he nibbles on your earlobe. âBut, the receptionââ
âSh, sh, sh. Weâre so far away, baby, theyâll never even know, yeah?â Eren goads you and youâre putty in his hands, the rapidly-shrinking rational part of your brain growing quieter with each kiss, each pet. He manages to wrench your dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but a stringy pair of panties. Eren steps back to look over you; you resist the urge to cover yourself. You know his routine.
âFuck,â Eren breathes, palming your tits, âyouâre perfect, do you know that? So beautiful just for me, arenât you?â
You flush pink from your chest to your forehead. Even after years of love and war and running, his bedroom talk still gets to you. Eren loves to tell you what he thinks of you, and youâve never managed to grow accustomed to hearing it.
âSay it.â
âHm?â You hum, preoccupied with his mouth pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses around your breasts, even pausing to suck a bruise into the side of your left.
âSay youâre beautiful, tell me how pretty you are for me.â
This part is new; Eren has always loved to talk to you in bed, but your participation in the dirty talk has been minimal until now. Your blush grows even deeper. âIâm beautiful, beautiful just for you.â
âGood girl,â Eren purrs, allowing you to pull his head closer to your chest. His tongue swirls around one nipple. He closes his lips around it, sucking hard, and you moan openly, pulling him closer. Eren grins, letting his teeth pinch down on it. âYou still like when I play with your tits, hm?â
âYes,â you hiss, too caught up in pleasure to address his smugness.
âKnow you baby, know you inside and out. These tits are mine,â a hand wanders down to your cunt, swiping across your panties and feeling the wetness that soaks them, âand this pussyâs mine too. You might not love me anymore, but your bodyâ oh, she loves me.â
You have no way to respond to that, no way to address what those words do to your brain. Chagrin as you might be to admit it, heâs right. Eren was your first and only adult relationship, fucking your body into submission for years and training it, training your cunt to respond to him and the way he liked to touch you. Heâs pushed and prodded you into his perfect little fuckdoll, and you let him and you loved it. You loved every second of it, and god does it feel good rushing back to you now, finally under his hands again after years without.
Eren nudges your panties to the side, rubbing quick circles over your clit, just the way you like it. A long, heady whine leaks from your lips, your hips urgently roll towards him.
âMissed me? Is that it?â Your eyes are closed, but you can hear the smug grin on his lips. Eren loves when youâre needy for him.
âMhm,â you indulge him in the hopes youâll get what you want, and youâre right. A long finger sinks into you, instantly curling to press into the spongy spot within your walls that has you swooning, clutching desperately onto his shoulders.
âThatâs it, feels good doesnât it?â
You pull at his suit jacket, fumbling with the buttons on his collared shirt. âWant it off, want to see you.â
Eren relents, pulling his hand from you to step back and strip his shirt and jacket. He is as muscular as he feels; you drag your eyes over his strong chest, his defined abs, and the deep V leading down below his belt. You briefly remember all of your post-college friends, girls that had never known Eren, teasing you that he was your hottest ex. You had blushed, but you understand. Heâs like a Greek statue, glistening with sweat from the evening heat, every crevice of him on display just for you. It sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through your body, and you pull him back to you, relishing in the feel of his hands on you.
âWant me to make you cum, is that it?â Erenâs amused, sinking two fingers into your heat. You croon, nodding desperately. He chuckles, moving his fingers against the spot inside of you. âIâve got you, donât worry baby. Gonna make you feel good.â
You nod again into his shoulder, attached to him wherever you can find the space, grasping his body and pulling it to yours. You wish you had the capacity to be ashamed of your need, laid bare for him to see, but you donât. All you can think about is his fingers moving in you, gaining speed and bringing you closer to an embarrassingly fast orgasm.
He slides a third in, just to be safe, and youâre so wet that your pussy accepts it willingly. The stretch makes you pout, push at his chest. âToo much, Erenââ
âGotta get you ready for me,â he huffs, his arousal getting the better of him, âget you ready to get fucked. Cuntâs tight after all these years, isnât it? Gotta work it open.â
That does a lot to your hazy brain; you bite deep into his shoulder, moans coming faster and louder as he works his fingers in you. The bubble is building in the pit of your stomach, your hips are canting towards him.
âEren, Eren Iââ
âI know, I know,â he coos, fingers curling inside you even faster, âmy girl needs to cum, doesnât she? You want to cum all over my fingers, donât you?â
âYes,â you cry into his skin, biting and moaning alternatively. Your headâs spinning; you canât remember the last time you felt this good. Youâre no nun, not by any means, but Eren knows your body, crafted it to respond to him, to his hands and mouth and cock, and your body is rejoicing at the feel of him on and in you again. You canât hold it, you know you canât, youâre moments away now. âEren, Iâm going to cum, Iâm gonnaââ
âDo it, baby,â he growls into your ear, his fingers working even faster, thumb moving up to swipe at your clit, âgive it to me, want to hear you cum.â
Your body convulses and youâre cumming hard, with Eren the first one of the night always goes that way. Eren knows it, pulls you close against him and works his fingers in you, helping you ride it out. Heâs practically purring into your ear, telling you what a good girl you are, cumming all over his fingers like that, and you eat it up. You cry into his flesh where itâs secured between your teeth, rocking your hips into his hand desperately.
Your orgasm begins to fade, and you find the presence of mind to shove at his fingers, begging for a reprieve. âGive me your cock, want it in my mouth.â
âIs that what you need?â Erenâs already helping you onto your knees, gentle, but needy. âNeed my cock in your mouth?â
âPlease,â you say eagerly, adjusting your knees to a comfortable position on the dirt floor, easily unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs. He steps out of his shoes, kicking his pants off, strong thighs twitching under your nails as you softly scratch down them. A groan rumbles in Erenâs chest at your enthusiasm, he places a hand on your head, running through your curls.
âCanât be for too long, âkay?â Eren pants, hissing when you press a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. âStill gotta fuck you, feel you cum on me.â
You hum your approval, popping him fully into your mouth with a satisfied moan. Youâve always loved taking him in your mouth, the comforting weight of him on your tongue. Youâre getting impossibly wetter, feeling the heat gather between your legs as you bob your head up and down on him, listening to his satisfied little grunts and groans above you.
Eren rubs a hand over your cheek, mutters his approval, thrusts his hips forwards unwittingly a few times. You gag when he does, but itâs nothing you canât handle. Youâve taken him like this so many times, even with his impressive size, you love the feel of him pressing back into your throat until you choke.
âFuck, fuck, baby itâsâ itâs too much,â Eren indulges in a few more thrusts into your throat before grabbing your hair and urging you off of him, âneed your pussy, okay?â
Youâre not going to argue with that, letting him pull you to your feet, an anticipatory smile cracking across your face. Youâre drunk on the wine and sex and him, babbling nonsensically. âWanna feel you, Eren, need you.â
âIâve got you, gonna make you feel so good, princess.â Impressively, Eren scoops you off of the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walks you both over to the wall, pressing you up against it. âGonna make you mine all over again, yeah? Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
Itâs a loaded question, but youâre so captivated by him, all you can do is murmur your agreement, tell him you want to be his because at least for now, you do. Erenâs magnetic, the man you run from so you donât get lost in him, but tonight, youâre willing to drown. Youâre begging for it.
The stone wall is rough against your bare back, but the head of Erenâs cock rubbing through your folds distracts you, a promise of whatâs to come.
âPlease, please put it in, Eren, I needââ
âMy girl needs to be full, doesnât she?â Erenâs smirking at you, slipping the tip of his cock in. Even the stretch of that alone is enough to make you moan, digging your nails into his back. âThere you go, gonna fill you up, make you all better.â
You nod into his shoulder, the weight of your actions catching up to you as he presses himself into you, fills you entirely. Erenâs your kryptonite, heâs a drug, heâs an overwhelming presence, you canât think straight around him. Before coming to this wedding, you told yourself youâd stay away, but you canât help it. Everything about him is like heâs sculpted just for you, your body yields to him so easily you think you might be made just for him too. His skin, salty and sweaty from the summer air, is delicious under your tongue.
Heâs moving now, fucking up into you desperately, like he loves you and like he wants to break you. You jolt in his arms, helpless to do anything but take and take and take everything he has to give you.
He smiles against your open mouth, placing a sloppy kiss over it. âDoes that feel good?â
âFeels so fucking good,â you whimper, letting him manhandle you. Erenâs always rough with you, always riding the line of too much, and you love taking it. You love letting him push you to your limits.
âMissed my cock in you, didnât you? This cunt was made for me,â Eren huffs, âmade just for me. Mine, isnât it?â
You donât indulge him with an answer, loathe to admit that your cunt is made for him, but you feel yourself clench down around him, more of your wetness soaking his lower stomach. Eren chokes out some mix of a moan and a breathless laugh, fucking up into you harder. âWhat a perfect answer, baby. You love it, I know you do.â
âI love it,â you agree, simpering against him as your willpower fizzles out to nothing. Youâre reluctant to believe it, but thereâs another orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. Your body responds to him in a way it responds to no one else, clinging to him and growing wet for him and tightening around him.
Erenâs digging his hands into your hips, moving you up and down on his cock more so than actually thrusting. Heâs panting against your ear, hot and heavy and in tune with your own gasps. He nudges his mouth down to plant sloppy kisses around your shoulder, just at the crook of your neck in the sensitive spot that he knows you love, remembers even after all these years.Â
âBeen too fucking long, baby,â Eren says, âgonna cum soon.â
You nod into his neck, cunt tightening around him at the prospect of his cum inside you. Just the thought of it sends your mind into orbit; a little fantasy forms in your hazy head of him fucking you like this every night, like he used to, a child with your curls and deep, green eyes-
âGonna let me cum in this perfect cunt, arenât you?â
As usual, Erenâs right in line with youâ the synchronicity makes you moan again. âPlease, pleaseââ
âGotta cum with me, alright? You can do that for me, canât you?â You can, you will, but youâre so close to the edge when you try to respond your words are jumbled together. Even so close to his own release, Eren snickers at you. âMy sweet girlâs all fucked out, canât even talk.â
âNeed your cum,â you manage, âplease, Eren, mâclose.â
Years ago, through strenuous games of overstimulation and denial, Eren trained your body to wait for him, you canât cum unless he does and you know it. Your only option is to beg, hot shame warming your face. Eren remembers, just like you do, it makes him grin, feral and dangerous in the early evening light.
âNeed my cum, baby? Needy, so needy, so beautiful,â heâs starting to slur, you know heâll finish soon, âgonna cum in this perfect cunt of yours, never let you keep it from me again. Maybe Iâll knock you up, hm? Canât run from me with my baby in you.â
Your watery eyes fly open at that, the logical part of your brain long-quieted, and you moan loud for him again, just the way he likes. Erenâs thrusts have grown sloppy, heâs grabbing you so hard now you know youâll be left with Eren-shaped bruises on your hips.
Eren finally cums in you with your name on his lips, long and deep, keeping his cock fully seated inside you. It triggers your orgasm, a toe-curling wave of pleasure coursing through your body, straining your sore muscles. Erenâs mouth is pressed against yours and all you can manage is a whimper, feeling his cum warm your pussy, leak out around from where youâre both still joined together.
All the energyâs been pulled from your body now; you slump against his shoulder and whine when he slides out of you. Eren places you gently on the floor, presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before leading you upstairs on shaking legs. It smells like Eren up here, the pricey cologne he favors and the scent of well-loved sweatshirts intoxicating you. There are no words between the two of you as he leads you to the bathroom, helping you sit on the toilet seat as Eren rummages around for a washcloth to clean you.
âWe need to go back to the reception,â you say weakly, wincing as Eren rubs the cloth over your cunt.
âWhat do you think?â
You frown, confused. âAbout?â
âUs, again,â heâs avoiding your eyes, focusing on his work between your legs. Youâre not surprised he waited until you were disarmed to ask, brain still muddled and dizzy.
âErenââ
âI am different now,â he finally meets your eyes, gaze alight with the burning, too-hot-to-touch love you know so well, the only love Eren knows how to offer, âgot a therapist like you were always asking me to. I meditate every day. Iâll be so good to you, you know how good I am.â
He is good to you, you remember it well, your own tendency to flee was what broke you up in the first place. Youâd left his heart shattered on the sidewalk of your apartment back in New York City, overwhelmed with commitment and unwilling to give his flaws the same grace he gave yours. Youâre opposites: heâs hot where youâre cool, angry where youâre distant, argumentative where youâre cold. You sigh, head feeling heavy on your shoulders.
âDo you know what youâre asking of me? What about the lives we have now?â
âWeâd make it work, line our schedules up togetherâ the corner of his mouth curls, you want to kiss him again, âweâre always able to figure something out.â
You hate yourself for it, you want to run from him, get a car to the airport right now. You also want to pull him into your arms, feel his heartbeat against yours, kiss that hesitant smile on his face and never stop. âIâŠcan I sleep on it?â
Erenâs face lights up, a kid on Christmas morning. Heâs always been so expressive in these quiet moments; unreadable in a crowded room, but when itâs just you and him, his heartâs always been on his sleeve. He canât help it. âYeah, just sleep on it.â
You get yourself as put-together as you can, wipe the mascara from under your eyes, slip the dress back over your shoulders and concede one more kiss to Eren. Itâs slow, long and languid, tongues slipping over one another, the desperation now cooled into a sense of homecoming.Â
You hold hands as you climb the hill back to the reception. Your knees wobble, and it makes Eren laugh, makes you blush. Heâs still going on about the villaâs history, and youâre half-listening, admiring the stars above you both. The reception is still going on, albeit a bit more subdued than earlier. Some guests have trickled out, finding their beds, but your friends are still seated around a table, drunk and laughing.
Connieâs the worst, of course, leaning on Jean and regaling everyone with a tale about their Midwestern childhood together; Mikasaâs buried under Clara, whoâs sleeping soundly in her lap; Ymir and Historia are alternating between listening and kissing one another; Sashaâs struggling with a corkscrew and a tricky wine bottle, Armin attempting to help her.
Your face warms as all eyes turn to you, rumpled and suspicious and late. Mikasa raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her face.
âWhere have you two been? You missed the garter toss,â Ymir nudges Historia conspiratorially.
âJust touring the grounds,â Eren answers coolly, pulling the empty chair beside Mikasa and offering it to you. You sit, grateful to be off of your shaking legs.
âItâs so beautiful here, thanks for putting us all upâŠâ you accept the glass of wine Armin is offering over your shoulder, tipping it in the happy couplesâ direction. Historia murmurs a quiet thank you, the entire table exchanging knowing glances. You scowl, being left out of a joke is one of your pet peeves. âWhat?â
Jean grins lewdly. âNothing, justâŠI donât think Erenâs room is as far from the main house as you two think it is.â
EREN knew that you were going to die soon. He saw it. Your future.
Therefore, he fucks you one last time.
He explores every inch of the beautiful body heâd never touch again, covering it with kisses before he starts thrusting in and out of you slowly. When he increases his speed, he kisses you deeply, exploring your mouth with his tongue as he tries to memorize the sound of your sweet moans.
He finishes inside of you simply because it doesnât matter anymore. A tear rolls down his cheek when you cluelessly moan his name, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Afterwards, the two of you cuddle as you chat away about your plans for the week, stroking his hair like you always did, as if he was still worthy of your love.
As you spoke, his dead green eyes never glanced away from yours, because in less than a day, heâd never see you ever again.
i'm been highkey feeling fem fatale assassin vibes so thats what the first one is jdkslfjsd and then the second one's me embracing the part of me that wants to be a streamer (but can't bc im too shy skdjflsdfj)
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âlevi, my loveâ you sang, skipping into leviâs office as he looked up at you from the paperworks on his desk.
âyeah, brat?â levi answered, putting his pen down to give you his undivided attention but you stayed silent in reply.
you crossed the room, rounding his desk before turning his chair a bit to face you. levi suddenly grew nervous upon seeing your demeanor change from goofy and playful to completely serious and unwavering.
you slowly leaned in, maintaining the eye contact and reached over to cup his cheek. leviâs breathing started getting shallow as he looked back and forth at your eyes in attempt to read you but you showed no signs on what kind of ministrations you had planned.
âshhâ you whispered, effortlessly catching up on his attempts at reading you and swiped your thumb across his bottom lip. his breath got caught in his throat as you chuckled before briefly connecting your lips with his, making sure to gently bite on his bottom lip as you pulled away from the kiss.
you smiled innocently at him and you stood up straight to leave but before you could leave, levi suddenly grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in for another kiss as you gasped in surprise.
âdonât fucking play games with me, y/n. finish what you startedâ
retreating back to your shared bedroom after a long day, you sighed in relief upon opening the door to levi's office. you were about to relax when a small arachnid crawling on the floor caught your attention.
"spider!" you screamed, jumping into levi's arms. the poor captain was caught off guard but caught you nevertheless. he was about to ask you what was wrong but he followed your gaze, seeing the spider that decided to take residence on his office floor.
"spider!" levi screamed, equally scared as you were and running out of the room with you in his arms. in the end, levi had to call jean, who called eren, who called armin, who called mikasa to get the spider out of the room.
for the đđđđđźđđĄđđ collab <3
summary: you've always been fond of your step-brother, jean, despite how much he tries to avoid spending time with you. he finally reaches his breaking point when he sees you talking to eren, though.
warnings: step-cest, slight manipulation (reader), possessive behavior, teasing + edging, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, rough sex, creampie, jean is a good boy and reader is a fiend
author's note: i hope everyone likes this!!! i'm thinking about creating a step-cest series, let me know who should be next! tagging the lovely @yeagerslut & sending a big thank you for creating this collab! <3
Jean can never really peel his eyes away from you, no matter how hard he tries. At first it was subtle glances, like staring at the exposed skin of your supple thighs from his place beside his mom, when she was first introducing you and your father to him.
His first thought, besides the fact that itâll be nice to have a sibling in the house with him every once in a while, is that your dress is incredibly short. So short that he wonders how youâre allowed to leave the house in something like that. If it was up to him, he wouldnât let you, thatâs for sure.
He quickly remembers that itâs not up to him, and that itâs not his place to be worrying about the length of your hem. Jean tries to suppress the strange, sudden burning feeling in his chest when he thinks about you wearing something as short as that when he has his friends over. No, that wonât be allowed.
Heâll have to tell someone about it, at some point, because he canât stand the unusual jealousy he feels stirring at the idea of one of his friends looking at you while youâre wearing that.
His thoughts are cut short when his mother tells you two to get acquainted, while your dad and her head to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Jean almost doesnât want them to leave, doesnât want to be left alone with you and those legs and that dress, but he doesnât have any say in the matter.
Your first words to your new step-brother are carefully calculated. In fact, you've been deciding everything carefully. The way you did your hair, the dress youâve chosen thatâs much too short for a family dinner but itâs not like someone can stop you, even the pink lip gloss you reapplied in the car before entering the house. Everything has its purpose, its place, with one goal in mind: see how long it takes for Jean to crack.
âIâm so excited to finally have a big brother, Jean!â you let out in a cheerful, chirpy voice that doesnât match your insidious thoughts at all. You close the bridge separating you two with a few steps, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a hug.
Itâs so sudden, so unforeseen that he stumbles a little, letting his tall figure be pulled by your efforts and arms wrapping around your waist for support. And before he knows it, the sweet smell of your perfume is invading all his senses and leaving him with nothing to think about except you.
He takes it all in, the lingering scent of shampoo in your hair, something fruity, he thinks off-hand, the feel of your soft skin on the back of his neck, your cheek against his, but especially the way your breasts feel against his chest.
He pulls away before you want him to, and you begrudgingly allow him to, recognizing what a challenge itâll be. But youâre always up for a challenge.
The first few months pass by in the blink of an eye for you, and dragging on and on for him. Jean tries to avoid interactions with you since that first meeting, but itâs hard to when youâre living in the same house as him. Even harder when your bedroom is right next to his, his mother offering up his assistance to help you move boxes and get settled while she and her new husband go out to dinner.
Itâs ridiculous, the way he flushes bright red when he opens boxes and suitcases filled with clothing he doesnât want to look at, all short skirts and sun-dresses and delicate panties that he tries and fails not to stare at.
You keep your gaze away, knowing exactly which suitcase you had given him to unpack, while you organize books on the shelves of the room and sort knick-knacks.
âWonât it be nice sharing a wall?â you comment, adjusting a frame on your nightstand and not meeting Jeanâs eyes. âI think itâll be fun to have you so close.â
Jean chokes on the water he was drinking, gasping for air and trying to process your words all at once, when you finally turn around and smile. A smile that he thinks should be illegal, given the way itâs innocence personified when youâre actually a little devil.
He leaves a little bit after that, calling out that heâs not hungry when you knock on his door for dinner, but you donât miss the way he sounds breathless, or the panties missing from your drawers.
Every challenge gets easier, right?
It doesnât take long for your behavior to get a little out of hand, especially when the two of you have so much alone time together. Your parents are gone all the time, frequenting dinner parties and double dates, and not coming back until late at night.
Jean tries his best to keep away. While he had once been the friend whose house was always available for sleepovers, movie nights, and the like, he was now keeping everyone away. Every time your parentsâ car left the driveway, Jean followed suit, either hopping into Connieâs Jeep or walking the short distance to Sashaâs place and leaving you alone.
He was hoping no one would notice, but of course someone did, and of course that someone was Eren.
âWe canât do my place again,â Sasha says, absentmindedly reaching for the bag of chips which Connie yanks out of her reach. âMy dadâs having people over.â A swat to the back of Connieâs head gets her back the snack quickly.
âHow come we canât do Jeanâs place like usual?â Eren asks, reclining back in his seat and enjoying the panicked expression on Jeanâs face. âThere something wrong with that new sister of yours?â Jean chokes back a cough.
âNo.â
âDoes she always have friends over, or something?â
âNo.â
âThen itâs settled,â Eren says, bringing his hands together. âJeanâs place it is.â Shit, Jean. Better come up with something quick.
âWe- we canât do my place!â he sputters out much too loudly, meeting the gaze of every person in the room.
âAny reason why, Jean-bo?â Eren asks.
âI- we- what if sheâs not okay with having a bunch of loud-mouthed idiots sleeping over?â Shitty, but itâs the best he can think of when heâs so concerned with keeping everyone away from you.
If you behave like that with parents in the house, how are you gonna behave with his friends around? He doesnât wanna take the chance to find out.
âHow about you call and ask, dumb-ass?â Connie suggests, shoving his phone at him and waiting with a confused look. Jean lets out a defeated sigh, knowing how this phone call will go.
Your loud, chirpy âIâm perfectly fine with that, silly! Iâve been waiting to meet your friends..â can be heard through the phone and answers Erenâs question.
Jean searches for a reason, any reason really, to keep this sleepover from happening, but realizes that heâs failed miserably when all his friends appear, clad with pillows and overnight bags, on his front door.
âSo,â Eren begins, with a wolfish grin on his face that Jean wants to punch right off, âWhereâs the sister? Itâs only polite to say hi, right?â
As if youâd been waiting for the cue, you poke your head out from the living room, that very same innocent and sweet smile gracing your face.
âHi,â you, stepping out to greet his friends in the foyer. âItâs so nice to meet you all.â
Jean immediately regrets the fact that he never had that conversation with you about the length of your dresses. It always sat in the back of his head somewhere, though it was incredibly easy to dismiss when you would come sit next to him on the couch, dress riding up frequently and exposing more skin that he somehow always found himself entranced by.
Today the dress of choice is yellow, and though it does, in fact, cover everything it needs to, it doesnât leave much to the imagination either. Jean almost feels like a schoolboy again, blushing at exposed shoulders and thighs, but he canât help it when youâre clinging right to his side as you greet his friends.
âIâm Eren-â
âHi, Iâm Connie-â
âIgnore these two, Iâm Sasha-â All meet each other at once. You let out a laugh at your step-brotherâs funny friends, glancing up to see his expression, but all you see are signs of anger. Your smile dims a little, but picks right back at up when you notice the way Eren looks at you, and the way Jean looks at Eren.
A plan is working itself into creation in your head before you can help it, deviousness taking a hold on you as you smile brightly in favor of Eren over Jean. Your step-brotherâs been keeping his distance all this time, but youâre about ready to force his hand.
You donât miss the way Jeanâs jaw tightens, his hand clenching into a fist at his side as he guides the group to the living room. Your original plan changes quickly, following them into the space and taking your usual place on the couch as you scan the various video games laid out.
âEren, will you sit with me?â you ask in a gentle tone, one that Jean is all too familiar with. âI donât know this game, can I watch you play first?â
âDonât you have work to do, or something?â Jean blurts out without thinking, his only thought centered around getting you out of the room and as far away as he can.
âWhat work? Itâs summer,â you reply, watching your step-brotherâs cheeks turn red.
Youâre not helping matters for Jean, as he watches Eren sit where he usually does, teeth clenched so hard his jaw hurts. He doesnât think he could get more angry, until he notices Erenâs hand move to your knee, squeezing quickly but lingering entirely too long. There must be steam coming out of Jeanâs ears at this point, watching this interaction between you two.
âYeah, Jean, she can stick around to watch. Anything for your little sister, right?â
âIâm not that much younger than you guys, you know,â you reply with a laugh, adjusting your position on the sofa and purposefully lifting the skirt of your dress for a second before letting it settle. If someone were looking, which both Jean and Eren were, theyâd catch a glimpse of black panties, and they both did.
Jean is seeing red now, standing up without realizing why, ready to yank Yeager away from you, when the doorbell rings again. It stops Jean in his tracks.
âThat must be Marco,â Sasha reminds, looking up from the games to glance at Jean with confusion. âArenât you gonna go get that?â
âY-yeah. Iâll be right back.â Jean locks eyes with you as he leaves the room, and you dejectedly sigh, leaning away from Eren. Itâs no fun to mess around with another guy if Jeanâs not there to see.
He guides Marco into the living room, and you greet him with a quick smile before giving your full attention back to Eren.
The next few hours are fun for you, and unbearable for Jean. Every time he spared a glance to you, you were pouring over Eren, asking questions about the game and insisting on clarification, leaning in much too close and supporting yourself on his shoulder as he explained another trivial rule to you.
Jean didnât like any of it, not the way you laughed sweetly and played with your hair while talking to Eren, not the way your legs were on display and Erenâs sleazy hands kept finding its way back to them, none of it. What he couldnât stand, though, was how you didnât shy away from his touch and found any and every way to keep it going.
Heâs at his limit when you go to your bedroom after dinner to change into pajamas, knowing what to expect from your nightwear. If heâs lucky, youâll pick a big t-shirt and shorts, but heâs seen first-hand the silky slips and cotton sets you prefer to sleep in.
Jean doesnât think he can handle the look on Erenâs face if you come down the stairs wearing one of those, so he lets his anger do the thinking for a minute when the others are fighting over snacks and who gets the couch versus the floor.
Erenâs waiting near the bottom of the stairs, looking at something on his phone when Jean approaches and glances quickly to make sure youâre still in your room.
âYou better knock it off, Yeager, Iâm serious,â he says, trying to contain his anger and keep his voice down. His words come out in a low grumble that he barely recognizes, body stiff and trying his best to intimidate Eren. It doesnât seem to be working.
âKnock off what?â Eren questions nonchalantly, amused that his suspicions were proving to be correct. Looks like Jean had a little thing for his step-sister after all.
Jeanâs eyes unwittingly flit to the top of the stairs again, before he forces his gaze back to Eren, but the quick gesture isnât missed by his so-called friend.
âOh, I see. You want me to stop being so buddy-buddy with your step-sister, huh? You better tell that to her first, you know. Sheâs been all over me since the minute I met her.â
The sly smirk playing on his lips only makes Jean want to cave his face in all the more.
âYou better watch it, you son of a-â Eren clicks his tongue to interrupt Jean.
âCome on now, Jean, you canât really expect me to stop. I mean, itâs not like sheâs my sister, right?â Eren says, with a strange look in his eyes as though he was tempting Jean to blow his cover.
Eren walks away to rejoin everyone in the living room, leaving Jean seething by the stairs and you in your bedroom, pressed against the door and clinging onto every word.
All night you had known Jean was getting agitated by your constant flirting and touchiness with Eren, but he hadnât been close to cracking, or so it seemed. The fact that he even confronted Eren had your heart pounding in your chest, wondering if tonight might finally be the chance you had been waiting for. You hear Jeanâs heavy foot steps walk away, and you decide that itâs all or nothing, now.
You leave your room and close the door gently, dressed in a pink camisole and shorts that were sure to get Erenâs attention for long enough for Jean to finally crack.
Just as you began the descent down the stairs, you heard footsteps coming back and were greeted with Jean at the foot of the stairs.
The look in his eyes was something you hadnât seen before, something entirely different from the reserved, hesitant Jean you had gotten so used to.
No, this Jean was someone else, a mix of want and desire and shame pooling in his pretty eyes, looking at you as though you were the prey he had finally cornered.
Before you know it, Jean is in your bedroom and your back is pressed against the door roughly as his lips stay on yours and refuse to pull away. His tongue is hot in your mouth, and his hands feel as though theyâre burning your skin with the heat they are radiating, groping your ass and the soft skin of your back as he explores your body. All the things heâd wanted to do for these last few months, that heâd forced himself to repress, finally coming out.
You moan into Jeanâs mouth at the sudden feel of his hands on your tits, grabbing blindly and pinching your nipple roughly and suddenly, causing the moan to turn into a loud squeal. Jean clasps his free hand over your mouth.
âShh, now,â he begins, staring into your eyes and making your core heat up uncomfortably as you realize your little challenge was finally over. You feel the wetness between your legs growing, pussy throbbing just at seeing Jean be so dominant for once. âWe don't want anyone to hear, do we?â
You shake your head quickly to answer his question, having completely forgotten about the multiple guests just a floor away. You expect Jean to pull away, to tell you that heâll take care of you after theyâre all gone, some other time, but he doesnât.
He pulls his hand away and leads two fingers to your mouth, guiding them into your willing mouth, latching your lips around them and sucking while swirling your tongue, getting them wet as he wanted.
âYou know how long Iâve wanted this? Huh? Since the day I met you, thatâs how long. And youâre such a fucking tease all the time, you know how unbearable it's been?â Jean says in a deep voice, his eyes observing your mouth continuing its work. You moan around his fingers, wanting to speak but no words come out.
He pulls his fingers away and leads them straight to your throbbing pussy, running one up and down your slit teasingly as you hold back a loud moan.
âP-please, Jean, please do something, I- oh!â Jean shoves the two digits into your tight hole without any warning at all, causing your whole body to shake at the sudden fullness.
âThis is what you wanted, isnât it, you dirty slut? You wanted your big brother to get fed up and fuck you senseless, didnât you? Say it,â he orders, fingers pumping in and out and his hand grazing your clit with every motion, causing you to moan as your body tenses. You can hardly process his words because of the pleasure youâre feeling, but his other hand finding your throat brings you back quickly.
âSay it. I wonât ask again.â
âY-yes, Jean, I-I wanted big brother to fuck me, oh, yes-â You lose your thoughts again as his pace increases, making you squeal again before you clamp your mouth shut to make sure no one hears you. Your stomach is tensing and you know youâre so, so close, one more touch from Jean would have your orgasm washing over you like lightening spreading through your body, when he suddenly stops.
You gasp loudly at the sudden emptiness, feeling your orgasm dissipate as you buck up and clamp down against nothing at all. Jeanâs fingers are in his mouth, tasting your wetness as you try to catch your breath and protest against the way heâs teasing you, but your pleas are met by deaf ears.
âJean,â you moan desperately, clinging to his shoulders, âplease, please, let me cum, please-â
âNo. Filthy sluts that mess around with their big brotherâs friends donât get to cum,â he says gruffly, as you whine again and try to release yourself from his tight grip. Itâs useless since he has you caged in, firm hands on your waist dragging you to the bed and throwing you on top of the soft covers.
âPlease, I promise Iâll be a good girl,â you plead, using your sweetest voice and big. teary eyes to win Jean over, but itâs still useless.
âI said no,â he repeats, hovering over you and his hands finding their way to the bottom of your camisole. He pulls the skimpy top off of you quickly, revealing your tits. Your nipples harden at the sudden cool air, and Jeanâs fingers find them once again, pinching and teasing as you moan into your pillow, desperately bucking your hips up for contact between your legs, to no avail. His hot mouth finds your nipple, flicking with his tongue as his hand plays with the other, before he pulls away quickly.
You whine again at the loss of stimulation, before you see Jean pulling down the band of his grey sweatpants and leaning back against the headboard.
âProve to me that you deserve big brotherâs cock,â he says, revealing his hard dick as it snaps against his stomach. âWith your mouth. Now.â
You donât need to be told twice. You reposition yourself, ass in the air and head at Jeanâs crotch as you stare at his pretty, pink cock with wide eyes. Youâd expected him to be big, but not like this, though you donât have time to dwell on it as he grips it firmly and taps the angry, pink tip against your lips.
You hang your tongue out, spit collecting and falling all over his length before you finally take as much as you can into your mouth, sucking and swirling as your hands move up and down the rest that you canât take.
âJust like that-â Jean begins before breaking into a loud moan. You pop him out of your mouth and keep stroking with your hands as you whisper for him to shush.
âWhat happened to being quiet, and everyone downstairs will hear, and-â Youâre interrupted as Jean grips his cock and shoves it back into your mouth, gagging suddenly at the unexpected movement.
Jean stares at your obedient mouth, following his instructions without any sign of the brat he was so used to. As you cup his balls in your hand, he feels them tighten and knows heâs not gonna last much longer like this. He guides your head away from his cock, admiring the drool and spit on your face and the glassy eyes heâs longed to see.
âJean, I wanna-â
âI donât care what you want, sweetheart,â he says, a false sweetness in his voice thatâs making you feel dizzy. âYouâre gonna ride me now, you got that?â
Jeanâs hands are firmly set on your hips, positioning you just as he wants as you hover above his leaking cock. You grind down quickly, desperate for friction on your throbbing clit, before Jean stops your motions with the tight grip he has on you.
âAre you gonna make me repeat myself?â he questions, in a tone that makes you positive that you don't want to make him angry. You shake your head immediately, taking his dick in your hand and lining it up with your wet hole, before slowly sinking down.
âOh, god-!â you let out, before clasping a hand over your mouth. You had never felt quite so full before, the stretching burn making heat course through your whole body, as you bottom out and clench hard.
âCome on, baby, you know how long youâve been begging for this? Donât get shy on me now,â Jean says, and you regain your senses slowly. You start moving, up and down, just like he wants and speeding up as you feel your cunt gush against Jean.
Youâre sure to be making a mess, but you can hardly care when your brain feels so cloudy and distracted at how good Jean feels inside you, and you start the grinding movement again. Jean entertains you for a minute, before grabbing your hips even tighter, nearly at a bruising grip now, and snapping his own hips to thrust into you.
Youâre blabbering now, utterly senseless as Jean fucks you mercilessly. You know youâre being loud, but you just donât care, not when Jean is hitting that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars before you know it, your hands on his shoulders and holding on for life.
âAre you close, baby? Are you gonna cum all over your brotherâs big cock?â Jean teases, feeling you clench down harder and knowing he wonât be able to hold on much longer either.
âYes, yes, yes! Jean! Oh, Jean-â you finally feel the tight coil in your stomach snap, unaware of your own movements and surroundings as you focus on the pleasure Jeanâs giving you. You yell out, cumming so intensely and shaking on top of Jean, twitching once more when you hear Jean groan and feel hot ropes of cum inside you.
Your throat feels dry and scratchy, heart pounding as you come down from your high. You feel Jeanâs grip, much softer now, lead you off of his cock and lay you next to him on the bed. Itâs a mess, and you donât know how youâll clean up with everyone downstairs and surely theyâve noticed youâre both still gone-but you still donât care.
All you care about is the sound of Jeanâs heart beat from your position on his chest, and the way his hands feel on your skin as he holds you close to his warm body.
âSo,â he starts off quietly, âwas it how youâve been imagining it all this time?â Youâre not looking at him, but you know heâs smiling.
âMmh,â you hum contentedly, âeven better.â You feel his body rumble with a laugh, and his hand reaches to cup your face and lean into you for a kiss. Just as your lips meet, you hear a sharp knock at the door.
âMight wanna hurry up, you two,â Eren calls out from the other side of the door. âThe others are getting suspicious.â
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