𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝔃𝓮
Jealous!Levi x Reader—One Shot
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💚Thank you, @meldl18, for the request. I fear I have written another monster fic here lol…hope you enjoy💚
Description: After weeks of tension and unresolved feelings, a confrontation with Levi pushes everything to the surface—especially after your night out with Jean.
WC: ~8k
Tags: Jealous!Levi Ackerman x reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, jealousy, tension, emotional angst, dominance, canon typical violence, Jean Kirstein mentioned, (Oh shit!), SMUT ofc, and some fluff stuff towards the end (As fluffy as Levi can afford to be, anyways!)
MDNI!
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You don’t know when it started. The hostility, that is.
Or why it seemed to settle so naturally between the two of you, like it had been inevitable. It was as if he was destined to hate you even before he met you.
Captain Levi Ackerman, that is.
Maybe it wasn’t as personal as it felt. Levi didn’t take to anyone easily.
Still… it had been three years.
Three years since you joined the Scouts. You weren’t some wide-eyed recruit anymore—you were deadly. Not to mention appreciated by those around you. Captain Erwin had taken a liking to your tenacity, and even Mikasa liked to chat while you repaired gear.
So it didn’t make sense.
The way he looked at you—like you were something beneath his boot.
Levi was harsh with everyone; that much was true. But you weren’t blind—you saw it. He did care to a certain degree. Like the way his eyes tracked his squad during missions, always counting.
He did care.
Just not about you.
With you, there was no restraint. No quiet understanding. Just cold scrutiny—sharp and unrelenting.
And that made your blood burn. Because you knew what you were worth. You were strong—strong enough to stand beside the best of them. Mikasa included.
You didn’t ever break formation out of panic.
You did it because you refused to stand there and watch someone die when you could do something about it.
And every time—
he made you pay for it.
He would call you reckless. Airheaded. Or a dipshit.
Once, he’d even snatched you by the front of your cloak, yanking you close, his voice lethal as he tore into you for breaking ranks—publicly.
For “endangering the squad.”
For being selfish.
Selfish.
The word still made your head hurt.
You’d snapped back sometimes—chin high, refusing to be spoken to like you were dirt when you were only doing your job. It was your life to throw away. Not his. And still, he looked you dead in the eye and told you that you weren’t saving people for them.
You were doing it for yourself, he said.
So here you stood during morning muster, shoulder to shoulder between Connie and Jean, boots planted firm despite the tension coiling tight in your chest. Levi stood at the front, going over assignments.
It would be a dull day with no missions lined up.
Levi moved down the line, inspecting.
Then—he stopped.
Right in front of you.
Of course.
You felt it before you looked—his scrutiny, heavy and suffocating. Your stomach jumped, but you forced yourself to stay still. His eyes dragged from your head to your boots.
“Next time,” he said flatly, “try starching your uniform.”
He paused, eyeballing you from head to toe.
“It looks like shit.”
It shouldn’t have bothered you, but of course it did. Because as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted his approval.
“Yes, sir.”
You kept your gaze forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
Still, you felt his gaze linger a second too long before he moved on. When he was out of earshot, you exhaled, glancing at Jean.
“I swear,” you muttered, “he catches one whiff of my ass and comes crawling out of nowhere.”
Jean snorted. Connie barely held it together.
“I’m serious,” you pressed. “He’s always looking for something...”
“Maybe he likes you,” Connie said.
You shot him a look. “Yeah. I can just feel the affection.”
When they broke formation, Jean fell into step beside you, close as usual. You didn’t mind. He was easy to talk to, and you didn’t have to brace yourself around him.
“So,” Jean started casually, “we’ve got liberty tonight.”
You glanced at him with a half smile. "Yeah?"
“Thought maybe I could take you out again. For another drink, play some cards, take a walk...whatever you like.”
You smiled despite yourself. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
Then there came that feeling. Like something pressing into your back, and creeping up your neck. You didn’t have to guess.
Levi was standing still, across the way. Watching, but not casually or passively. His burning gaze was fixed on you and Jean, smoldering.
And then he moved—straight toward you.
“Oh, great,” you muttered. “Don’t react,” you warned Jean, who was visibly confused. Levi was on top of the two of you before you could elaborate.
“Jean.” he shot, his tone flat and controlled. “I have you going out on a supply run.”
Jean straightened immediately. “Yes, sir.” His eyes met yours, saying a silent goodbye.
"Then go." Levi spat.
And just like that, Jean turned and was gone. Leaving you alone with him. You turned your attention to the ledger, pretending to read. But he was still there, standing far too close.
You glanced up—
What a mistake.
He was just looking at you, as if he didn't know what to make of you. You began to squirm under his gaze, heat rushed through you—sharp, and unwarranted, but not unwanted. At least not to your body.
What the fuck…
You began to internally panic, not knowing the right thing to say, the right thing to do. Why did he have this affect on you?
“It’s… cold out here,” you muttered.
“Then you should dress like it.” he lowered his gaze to your chest, where you noticed a button had fallen loose, and your chest was slightly exposed
His eyes moved slowly over you.
Your throat tightened.
Don’t react.
Don’t—
His gaze lifted and met yours, making your chest tighten in all the wrong ways. He stepped back, just like it never happened.
“Get your assignment and move.” He said, deadpan.
“Yes, sir.”
The armory smelled like oil, metal, and worn leather. You sat cross-legged on the bench, ODM gear spread in pieces in front of you. Your fingers worked methodically, tightening bolts—only for them to slip out of place again.
You sighed.
“I’ve always hated putting these things back together,” you muttered.
Across from you, Mikasa adjusted her gear.
“Mm.”
For a while, neither of you spoke.
Then—
“…Levi cornered me earlier.”
“Mmm. Shocker.”
You frowned slightly. “He was… weird.”
That got her attention.
“Weird how?” She puzzled.
“He wasn’t griping. Not even really bitching.” You hesitated. “Just… looking at me...like in my eyes, and lingering around.”
Click.
“…He obviously likes you.”
You blinked. “What?”
“He watches you. Like all the time.”
“That’s because he thinks I’m a liability.”
“He doesn’t watch liabilities like that.” A pause. “He lets them die of their own stupidity.”
You opened your mouth then closed it.
“…Well,” you muttered, wiping your blade harder than necessary, “even if he did—hypothetically—that doesn’t mean anything.”
Mikasa tilted her head.
“…You like him too.”
You froze.
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“I don’t—he’s just—” you gestured vaguely, “objectively attractive. And stoic. And strong—”
Mikasa raised an eyebrow.
“…and brave,” you finished weaker.
Silence ensued.
“And those are all qualities you’re attracted to.”
You groaned. “Oh my God.”
“But Jean is different,” you said quickly.
Mikasa waited.
“He’s… soft. Kind. He actually talks to me like I’m a person.”
Mikasa nodded once.
“That’s nice.”
A pause.
“But that’s not what you want.”
You stared at her blankly before going back to your work, but internally you cursed yourself, because you feared she could be right.
You were alone while getting ready in the barracks that night. Most people had someone to go home to—family, partners. Those who didn’t, like Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, had already gone ahead to the tavern.
You hesitated.
You wanted to be excited. Jean was using one of his few liberty nights to spend it with you—even though he had family he could’ve seen.
But Levi kept creeping into your thoughts...those stormy gray eyes...
You tossed your shirt onto the bed, arms crossing tightly.
“I’m not going,” you muttered.
It wasn’t fair.
One look from him—and suddenly everything you’d been building with Jean felt… shaky. It wasn’t fair to Jean either. You didn’t want to let him down.
But the heart wants what it wants.
He’d understand that.
“…Like hell,” you muttered, grabbing your blouse again. You undid the top two buttons, adjusted it slightly, and headed for the door.
The tavern was loud.
Laughter spilled over itself, glasses clinked, chairs scraped—heat and noise wrapped themselves around you like a blanket, dulling everything else.
And for once—
you let yourself relax.
Jean sat beside you, shoulder brushing yours as he laughed with Connie and Armin. His sleeves were rolled, hair slightly messier than usual, drink loose in his hand.
He looked… good.
After a while, he led you to a quieter corner. A small round table sat tucked near the wall. Instead of sitting across from you, he pulled out the chair beside his—and you took it. Now you were angled toward each other, knees interlocked underneath the table. Close enough to feel his warmth.
It made it harder to think.
You held your cards low in your lap. Jean mirrored you, leaning back, one arm draped over his chair, the other holding his cards near his thigh.
“Trying to peek?” he murmured.
You scoffed, tilting your cards closer. “Please. Your hand can't be that interesting.”
“Mm,” he hummed, glancing sideways.
Heat crept up your neck—but you only shifted slightly, making your knee rub the inside of his thigh as if it were unintentional.
“Funny,” he replied, leaning in just a little closer, voice lower, “I was thinking the same thing.”
You shuffled your cards.
“You’re losing.”
“I’m winning.”
“You keep saying that.”
“And I’ve been right.”
You reached across him to steal a card—his hand caught your wrist mid-motion.
You froze, then looked up. He was already watching you.
“…You always cheat?” he asked.
“Only when I’m losing.”
“That’s most of the time.”
“Wow,” you breathed, mock offended. “You’re bold tonight.”
“Maybe I’ve had enough to drink that I just don't care."
Your pulse picked up. You pulled your hand back slowly, but his fingers lingered a second too long before letting go.
The noise around you faded.
“…Hey,” he said softly.
You turned toward him.
“Yeah?”
His gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then lifted again.
“You know I—” He stopped, exhaling. “I’ve been meaning to—”
“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured.
He studied you.
“Yeah?”
You nodded. That was all it took.
He leaned in—slow enough to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. His lips met yours, soft at first—testing. Then you kissed him back. Your head spun as you sank into it.
Maybe it was the alcohol—
but he was a good kisser.
The kiss broke slightly as you both shifted, turning heads to kiss one another more deeply—And your heart jumped into your throat.
Because over Jean’s shoulder...you saw him.
Levi.
He was watching, unmoving. His gaze locked on yours. Not angry--no something worse.
Searing.
Why the hell is he even here…?
He should’ve been with the officers—not here with enlisted soldiers. He lifted his drink slowly, eyes never leaving you, then set it down harder than necessary. His jaw tightened.
He almost looked amused. Like he wanted to laugh.
Your stomach twisted.
Jean pulled back, noticing the shift.
“Something wrong? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you said quickly. “I just… maybe we should go outside. I’d rather be alone with you.”
Jean lit up instantly.
“Yeah—of course.”
He stood, taking your hand, leaving the cards behind. You walked wide around the tables—avoiding Levi entirely. Jean didn’t notice anything wrong, eager to lead you outside.
But you couldn't shake Levi's stare as you let Jean lead you out the door. His gaze was set on your back the whole way out.
As Jean walked you back to the barracks that night you felt defeated. He left you at the steps, giving you a small smile before turning and disappearing into the night. You stepped inside letting out a frustrated breath, then—
“FUCK!” you hissed, dragging a hand down your face.
You stood leaning against the door still, unwillingly remembering what had just taken place: The night air. The tree at your back. Jean’s mouth on yours—warm, and insistent—his hands had been needy, touching all over your body. The way you’d melted into it, let yourself get pulled under.
And still—
You hadn’t been there. Perhaps physically, yes, but in your mind...
Levi had lived inside of your thoughts. You imagined that Jean was him.
His voice. His presence. The way he groped you.
Levi's gaze had followed you both outside, clinging to you, threading through every touch until you couldn’t tell who you were feeling anymore.
You remembered pulling away, your breath uneven, and your thoughts all tangled up. And the look on Jean’s face when you told him you couldn’t do it. That you didn’t trust what you were feeling. That it wasn’t fair to him.
He’d taken it better than he should have.
That almost made it worse for you.
"Ugh! WHAT the FUCK am I doing?!" You shouted, believing you were alone.
“Making it harder than it needs to be.”
Mikasa’s voice cut cleanly through the room. You jumped slightly, turning toward her. She was sitting on her bunk, book resting in her lap, eyes already on you like she’d been watching the whole time.
“When did you get here? Care to announce yourself, I mean GOD?” you groaned.
“I've been here a while,” she said, turning a page in her novel. "Technically, you're the intruder here."
Of course she had.
You dropped onto your bunk with a frustrated exhale, staring at the ceiling.
“Well...I messed that up. Like...bad.”
Mikasa turned a page.
“Mhm.”
Silence.
Then—
“…So,” she added casually, not even looking at you, “you stopped because of Levi.”
You turned your head sharply. “I did not—”
She finally glanced up, completely unimpressed.
“You did.”
“I didn’t.”
“You were thinking about him while kissing Jean, weren't you?”
Your mouth opened—
Closed.
“…I hate you. Stay out of my head.”
“Mm...Right. I'll do that.”
A beat passed between you.
Then, with the faintest hint of dry humor:
“I told you so...”
You groaned, dragging your blanket over your face.
“Oh my GOD do you ever shut up?.”
Mikasa laughed, her eyes lingering on you.
"Sometimes I wonder the same thing about you." She snarked playfully. "In all seriousness, just take some time for yourself. You're obviously all tied up."
"Right." you shot back.
But she was right. You needed space. No Jean, no Levi, just room to breathe.
The next week—after you started taking a little space from Jean—was made worse by the fact that Levi had somehow grown even more impossible. He assigned Jean every unwanted job. And wherever Jean ended up, you were placed on the complete opposite side of the world.
You couldn’t even be upset about the distance—you needed it.
But you knew exactly why Levi was doing it--you were convinced:
It was because he wanted to punish you for being happy.
And yet—
Everywhere you were, he was near. Close enough to feel his presence, which made your heart race. Watching him train, his muscles rippling, leaning over maps and plans with Erwin, those sexy arms with his sleeves rolled up... But he was never close enough to acknowledge you.
It drove you insane.
Did I just ruin something good with Jean for a man who won’t even acknowledge my existence?
You refused to say it out loud—to admit it—even to yourself. But it was impossible to ignore the attraction to him. To stop the thoughts of you, paired with him. To imagine him fucking you in the captain's quarters with his tongue deep in your mouth, catching every single moan.
Ugh...What's wrong with me?!
Besides… how were you even supposed to know if he was interested when he acted like he couldn’t stand you?
The tension between you grew thicker by the day. He became more critical. More overbearing. He’d approach without warning, pointing out flaws that didn’t exist—adjusting your gear like you were a cadet fresh out of training. His fingers were quick and efficient… lingering just long enough to make you tingle, dragging over the skin above your neckline as he walked around you, tightening straps, his breath brushing softly over your shoulder...
Followed by some sharp, unnecessary correction. You always considered yourself a reasonable person, but by the time the squad's weekly sparring session had arrived, you were ready to snap.
You were paired with Sasha.
One by one, you had put down every opponent before her, but Sasha made you work for it. The two of you tangled, struggled—limbs locking, slipping, and striking—until finally, with a desperate burst of effort, you slammed her into the dirt.
Silence.
You stood over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping, and blood running from your busted nose, dripping down onto her uniform. Your hands braced against your knees. You’d been out there since early afternoon. Now the sun was beginning to set. You were exhausted. You offered her a hand, which she took, and you pulled her to her feet.
“Again.”
Levi’s voice cut through the field. A collective groan rippled through the group.
“Or you can all run,” he added flatly. The groan died instantly, and everyone began to fall back into formation, ready to pair with a new partner.
Heat prickled across your scalp, but not from exertion.
From sheer anger.
Fuck that.
“Then I guess that’s what we’re doing,” you shot back, straightening despite the way your body screamed in protest. Your hands planted firmly on your hips. “Because I’m not sparring again. Enough is enough.”
Silence pierced through the air like an arrow. Levi stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly, his head tilted slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.
“Excuse you?” His voice was low and deadly.
You stepped forward, unrelenting.
“Excuse yourself. But before you do, how many miles do you want from me, Captain?” You gestured sharply toward the field. "We’ve been out here for hours—with no rest, and no food. I am beyond done with this shit.”
Connie choked on his water.
Armin shifted uncomfortably.
Reiner muttered something under his breath.
No one else moved. Levi’s eyes narrowed.
Then he moved. Fast—closing the distance. One second, he was across the field, and the next, he was right in front of you. Close enough that his breath stirred the loose strands of hair clinging to your face. You straightened instinctively, chest puffing—unwilling to back down.
Even as your pulse spiked.
He smelled clean.
Like tea and expensive soap.
It was distracting.
“I don’t care who you take down,” he said quietly. “If you don’t know the technique, then you’re dead weight to me.”
You scoffed.
“You're so right. I’m sure the titans are going to be real impressed by my vertical suplex.”
Your voice was sharp, your glare unwavering. You were dangerously close to putting him on his back just to prove a point. Your palms sweated as you prepared to make your move. Your heel shifted upward. A hand landed on your shoulder just as you were about to lunge, holding you firmly.
Jean stepped in.
“That’s enough, y/n. Captain, please. She's just dysregulated...tired.”
His other hand settled around your upper arm, grounding, steady. Ensuring he could pull you back if need be. You didn’t move.
Levi’s gaze flicked to him.
Then back to you.
A quiet, humorless scoff left him.
“Tch.”
His eyes dragged over you—slow, deliberate.
Judging you.
“Of course,” he muttered. “Running to her rescue.”
Jean’s jaw tightened, and he lowered his gaze.
Levi leaned in just slightly—Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that you felt it in your chest.
“He can't save you from me,” he said under his breath.
Your stomach dropped. Your blood was boiling hot again.
“Look at you,” he added, straightening. “Covered in sweat, acting like you’ve done something impressive.” His lip curled faintly.
“You’re filthy.”
Your body reacted before your brain could catch up.
Heat.
Sharp and sudden, it traveled directly to your core. It was an electric feeling.
You hated it. But your body loved it.
Really? He calls you filthy, and it does this to you?
You clenched your jaw at him, trying to hide the arousal in your eyes.
“Get cleaned up,” he said, voice dropping just for you. “Then come to my office.”
A moment passed. You wanted to hit him.
Kiss him.
Fuck his stupid brains out.
“I’ll deal with you there.”
He turned away like it was nothing.
“The rest of you are dismissed. Bunk inspection. 0500,” he yelled.
The formation broke quickly, murmurs spreading like wildfire.
You caught pieces—
“…she really said that to him…” “…we’re all screwed…” “…he’s gonna kill her…”
Eren stepped into your space almost immediately. “What were you thinking?” he snapped. “You can’t talk to him like that! You really think that's gonna fly?”
You shot him a look.
“That’s rich. Coming from you.”
He opened his mouth— then closed it, giving you an annoyed look before turning towards the barracks. You didn’t care. You were coming undone.
You were tired of the constant pressure. And with how infuriatingly he affected you. You hated how much you wanted him—and he hated you. That much was obvious. So why couldn’t you stop thinking about him? Why did every glance feel like something more? Why did you want him to fuck you through the wall?
You cut the thought off.
Hard.
No, no, no.
You weren’t doing that. Not here. Tensions were too high, you needed a cold shower to gather your composure and thoughts.
You’d cleaned up as best you could. The cold shower hadn't helped cool your irritated skin—or your troubled mind. The busted nose was still giving you issues, so you kept a handkerchief tucked in your pocket just in case it gushed again. Your mind raced about what to say to Levi.
He’s going to rip me apart for this.
The walk to his office felt longer than it should have. Your half-laced boots echoed against the stone, each step a reminder of just how sore you were. Your muscles were aching, shin splints throbbing, and your body was worn down to the bone.
Good.
You thought.
Let him see exactly what he’s done.
The halls were quiet at this hour; most had already turned in. Lantern light flickered along the walls, shadows stretching ahead of you.
You tried—once—to gather your thoughts. An apology or an explanation, but nothing stuck. Every time your mind circled back, it landed on the same thing—
his voice his proximity the way he looked at you
And the anger came rushing back.
Good.
You’d rather feel that than the other feelings that kept coming to the surface.
You stopped in front of his door.
For a second, you hesitated, your hand hovered.
knock. knock.
You straightened slightly, jaw crunched into a firm line, already bracing yourself for impact.
Levi
The knock came right on time.
Of course it did.
He hadn’t been looking at the clock—but he didn’t need to. Levi sat behind his desk, one hand resting loosely against the surface, the other wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.
He hadn't noticed or cared. His eyes flicked once toward the door, then back down.
"Tch..."
He should’ve handled it out there. Shut you down in front of everyone, and ended it. But no, you just had to push. He’d let it go too far. It needed to be addressed one-on-one.
An image flashed uninvited—
You, earlier. sweat-soaked, and breathing hard, defiant looking up at him like that…
He cut the thought off immediately.
Irrelevant.
He set the cup down with a quiet click, shaking his head. He walked around the desk, propping himself up on the corner, and grabbed a sheet of paper, pretending to be observing the writing scrawled there.
“Enter.”
He kept his voice flat and controlled, not allowing any emotion underneath it. The door creaked open and you slipped in.,
For half a second, he didn’t look up, deliberately. He let you stand there, and let the silence set in steadily. He was in control here.
Not you.
Then, his gaze lifted and froze involuntarily. Because you didn’t look like you usually did. You weren't carefully composed, sharp, or even halfway prepared to defend yourself against him.
You looked—
tired.
But...disarming.
Your hair was still slightly damp and loosely combed, your shirt was thrown on without much care, and your collar was open more than enough to be noticeable. The fabric was thin and hung more softly on your frame than your uniform ever did; it looked loose and unstructured.
And underneath—
You wore nothing.
No support, and no effort to hide it. Just you.
Your posture was held together by will alone. You smelled clean. It was a faint, subtle scent—he recognized it now, a light hint of lavender. It wasn't too heavy; he could just hardly smell it as your presence filled the room, making him curious. He wished he hadn’t, because it immediately went to his groin. He wanted more of it.
He quickly composed himself.
"You’re late.”
You weren’t. But he didn’t care.
“No, I’m not.”
God he wanted to fix that mouth of yours.
“Shut the door” he demanded coolly.
You did as he said. He didn’t offer you anything. He just looked at you with a cold expression while assessing you.
“You’ve been getting careless,” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk, with his hands crossed.
Your brows pulled. “Careless?”
“You're defiant,” he corrected. “You think because you can hold your own, you get to ignore orders.”
“I didn’t ignore anything,” you shot back at him. “I defended myself, I pushed back for once because you are constantly on me, no matter how hard I try, or how well I do," you shot back, throwing your hands up at your sides.
He couldn't miss the way your breasts moved under that loose-fitted, thin shirt...He sharpened his resolve.
“You don’t push back.” He said plainly, leaning off of the edge of the desk and stepping a bit closer. “You follow orders. That’s it.”
Your jaw tensed until you felt like your teeth would crack. “Not when they don’t make a lick of sense.”
Tch.
“There it is.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you even stopped to consider that titans are not our only enemies?”
That hit you; he could see it in the way that your eyebrows knitted together. There was hesitation as you swallowed hard.
“Doesn’t matter,” you said, steadier than you felt. “Not if I’m too beat down to train properly.”
Excuses, excuses.
He knew how strong you were--he needed you to be stronger. On his level. He needed you to be able to protect yourself when he couldn't be there.
And he knew for a fact 'Jean boy' couldn't keep you safe.
“Or maybe,” he said, quieter now, “you've just been too distracted lately.”
Your eyes sharpened. “By what?" You laughed at him. "If there's something you want to say, don't be coy. Just spit it out, Captain."
He didn’t answer right away, because he didn't know how to go about it. He didn't know how to pry without seeming as if he cared too much.
“You and Kirstein putting on your little show in front of everyone.”
Your expression shifted, just barely.
“You made a spectacle,” he continued. “Both of you did.”
“That’s not what that was—He was just trying to stop me from escalating the situation because you—"
“It looked like it,” he interrupted flatly. “And it’s enough to make the rest of the squad think they can fall out of line whenever they feel like it.” Silence hung in the air as he eyed you, studying your expression. You swallowed hard, and your breathing was faster.
“And whatever you think it is that you have with him… It’s going to cost you in the end. I've seen it many times. He can't keep you safe out there—he's just a distraction.”
Your eyes flashed with anger.
“You don’t have the faintest clue what you’re talking about.”
“No?”
“No,” you snapped, not even caring to explain that you had distanced yourself from Jean romantically. “I get it. You fucking hate me, Levi. You think me obnoxious and reckless, and now you're insinuating I'm a careless whore, so you know what? Just—kick me from the squad and get it over with.”
Silence fell between you.
He didn’t even know what to say.
You looked as if you would burst into tears; your watery eyes were swimming with defeat and shame.
His heart dropped at the sight of it.
He could admit he hadn’t been the warmest—hell, he never was with anyone—but he couldn’t figure out where he’d gone so wrong that you thought he felt all of that toward you…
When, in reality, he’d only ever wanted to be closer to you.
All the times he placed you near him on missions. The way he adjusted your gear without asking. He wouldn’t admit it—he had too much pride for that—but he hadn’t done any of it without reason. And he sure as hell didn’t want you walking around with the wrong idea about where you stood with him.
“Exactly." You quipped. "Nothing to say."
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you said, your voice choking; he could tell you were on the verge of tears. “Give you something to brag about—how you finally put me in my place, kicked me back to the cadets, or had me disbarred.”
You scoffed softly, already turning away.
“I’ll save you the trouble. I’m done.” You took a breath, hoping it would stifle the tears. “I’ll transfer. Find another section—or go to the MPs. I’ll talk to Erwin in the morning.”
You swallowed hard, forcing the words out.
“I won’t be a burden to you anymore.”
Your voice cracked anyway. You turned before he could see the pain in your expression, moving for the door.
He let you take one step.
Two...
Then his hand shot out, gripping your arm firmly. Stopping you cold in your tracks.
“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice lowered. “Stop talking like that.”
You turned sharply, trying to pull free—but he didn't let you. Instead, he pulled you in closely. So close that your forearms rested on his chest, you were gazing up at him with those big, y/e/c eyes. They were swimming with tears, as if you were going to burst at the seams at any moment. Your breath hitched in your throat as you fought to hold back the raw emotion, the sadness, and the desire that were mixing and bubbling up all at once.
He had never wanted you more than right now—right in this moment.
He wanted to fuck you until you cried for completely different reasons.
His grip tightened just enough to hold you there against him; his voice was low and measured, but no longer clean. He was cracking, but he didn't even care anymore. Stubbornness be damned. And the opinions of the other people on his squad. And certainly Jean.
“He’s not the man for you—he can't protect you like..."
The words fell just short. His pride was still trying to stand in the way of his feelings for you.
Fuck, she's killing me...
His jaw tightened up, and he breathed heavily out of his nose, his grip still tight around your wrist. He brought up his other hand now, holding the opposite wrist gently. There was so much tension that he was afraid he would explode. Your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were thrown off, but you weren't pulling away. A sign that you wanted him to keep going.
“Like what?” you breathed, barely above a whisper.
His eyes locked onto yours; something in them had shifted now. They were calm and doleful, as if you were anticipating him. Hanging on his every word like a prayer.
He just had to say it.
To let go.
“He can't protect you like I will.”
The room went still. That was it. That was the line. Now there was no taking it back. Your lips parted— and that was enough of a sign for him. He closed what little distance was left between you, and kissed you.
Y/n
He kissed you.
What in the fuck...
Your mind raced. This couldn't actually be happening. His lips were soft. He smelled like Jasmine tea. Like clean linen. Just like you had imagined he would.
You were curious. How could you possibly help yourself? You moved your mouth against his, in rhythm with him. He brushed his tongue against your lips, begging to deepen the kiss.
Finally.
You were getting to taste him—to taste his tongue as it coiled with yours, exploring you deeper. He tasted so sweet, like honey. You were aching for more. His hands moved from your wrists to your waist, holding you there for a moment before turning you towards the desk. He lifted you up effortlessly as if you weighed nothing, momentarily breaking the kiss while he sat you down on the desktop.
"He can't make you feel the way I will..."
"Yeah?" you sighed, lips crashing back into his as his hands felt up the hem of your shirt, reaching underneath and caressing firmly, making sure to stop over your soft nipples and pinch slightly--teasing you.
You exhaled sharply through your teeth, the intense sensation shot straight to your womanhood, wetness began quickly pooling there. He lifted the shirt over your head entirely, taking in your bare breasts. His tongue traveled down your neck, sending shivers all over your spine and goosebumps rising over your whole body. He smirked at how easily your body reacted to him.
He moved his mouth over one of your nipples while his hand moved to the other—massaging and toying lightly with his slender, expert fingers. At the same time, his lips worked softly, pulling you into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the soft bud, which was already tightening under his touch. Soft whimpers left your lips shamelessly. Levi's pants were stretching tightly around his waist as your moans brought him closer to his full length.
"He can't make you moan like this either..."
He continued the assault with his tongue, sliding his hand lower, tracing down your defined stomach all the way to your center, where you wanted him to caress most of all. His hand slid shamelessly into your loose-fitted pants; you hadn't bothered to completely button them. His fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them gently from out of his way.
He softly fingered your pussy, his digits sliding in and out slowly with ease. You couldn't help it now—you moaned loudly, helpless against his brutal assault as he quickened his pace, using his middle and ring fingers, curling them upwards inside of you, hooking into that most sensitive spot, drawing loud noises from deep inside of your throat.
"He definitely can't make you this wet...can he?” He paused slightly, his voice dropping low, dripping with malice, only for a split second—
“Has he…?”
You didn't answer—partially because you couldn't find a break in the pleasure long enough to breathe—your eyes were screwed shut, and your head thrown back, fighting not to get too turned on too quickly.
Too late…
You also didn’t answer partly because you didn't know what Jean was capable of. You hadn't had the chance to tell Levi that Jean had never done anything more than kiss or grope you.
"Answer me," he demanded, pushing his fingers deeper and circling them inside of you, bringing you back to reality—here with him, his fingers stuffed deep inside of your pussy, causing you to shudder.
You moaned helplessly.
"N--no.." you offered. “He never touched me…”
You were shocked at his forwardness, it was amusing to you. “Why, are you jealous?” You teased.
He pulled away from you slightly to look at your face—his eyes were dark.
“Jealous…” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
“Do I need to be jealous…?”
His hand slipped away from between your thighs, slowly—only to bring his fingers up to your mouth.
You barely had time to breathe before he pressed them past your lips. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue curled around them instinctively, tasting yourself, your eyes fluttering as you sucked them clean—soft, and needy. His gaze darkened at the sight. He exhaled quietly through his nose, something almost amused flickering beneath the surface of his gaze.
“…when I can do that to you?”
He didn’t give you the chance to answer—his hand coming up to tilt your chin as he took your mouth again, slowly consuming you. Your arousal still lingered on your lips as he swirled his tongue, mixing with his own unique, sweet taste…It was dizzying and intoxicating. He suddenly pulled back, leaving you yearning, and looked at you.
His gaze dragged over your body slowly, deliberately, like he was saving the moment in his memory for later use. It made your stomach tighten. You watched him in return, your pulse hammering as he pushed his pants down his hips, never breaking eye contact. The outline beneath the fabric alone made your heart beat faster.
You weren’t inexperienced—but it had been years.
Then he finished stripping. Your eyes widened before you could stop them.
…Fuck.
He was bigger than you expected. A lot bigger.
Your breath shook, chest rising a little too fast as you stared. Of course he noticed, he seemed to notice everything about you.
Levi’s mouth tilted—just slightly into a small smile.
“Tch,” he muttered, acting unimpressed by your reaction on the surface… but his eyes gave him away, they were brimming with satisfaction and pride. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.
“Scared of it?”
His voice dropped, quieter now as he closed the distance between you.
“…Relax.” He paused for a moment, nestling between your thighs as your knuckles gripped the desk, you shifted your weight, knocking a pen that rolled onto the floor as you made room for him between your thighs.
“I won’t break you.” He brushed your lip carefully, ever so gently—as if he wanted to comfort you.
His length brushed along the inside of your thighs as he kissed you one last time. When he pulled back, his gaze dipped, his hand wrapping around himself, giving a few slow strokes before guiding himself into place.
Then his eyes lifted to yours, locked in.
He dragged the tip along your slick folds—slowly teasing—up and down your heat, watching the way your breath caught sharply, the way your body reacted to every movement. He was testing you. He was enjoying how easily he could unravel you. He didn’t look away, not for a second.
“Levi…” you gasped, grabbing his strong arm, as he guided the tip past your entrance. “It’s been a long time…”
His eyes didn’t waver.
“Believe me…I can tell” A long breath left him as your body clenched around him instinctively, his forehead dropped briefly against yours.
He brushed your bottom lip softly with his thumb.
“Breathe.” He whispered.
You took a deep breath inward...
Then—slowly—he pushed inside of your aching core.
You gasped, your hand flying up to grip his shoulder, fingers tightening as your head tipped back. A shudder ran through you at the almost unbearable stretch, your breath shifted hard, and your head lulled back as he filled that space inch by inch.
His lips found your neck, hot and sloppy—unlike the Levi you knew previously who was very precise and neat—a low groan rumbled against your skin as he pressed deeper inside of you until there was nowhere left to go.
The feeling hit all at once, so intense and raw.
“…fuck,” you whimpered, barely holding onto the word as you screwed your eyes shut.
“That’s excessive…” you laughed breathily, like his size personally offended you.
Levi pulled back just enough to look at you, one hand sliding firm around your lower back, dragging you flush against him again—holding you there, making sure you felt every inch of him, every second of it.
“Your body says otherwise… you’re not exactly pushing me away, are you?"
Heat rushed to your face—he was right. Your body betrayed you, your pussy was tightening around him without mercy. That sharp, pulsing ache settled deep as he touched your cervix.
You moaned deeply.
“I guess that means you like it?” he murmured, voice low and too calm for what he was doing to you.
“You have no idea…” you breathed.
He didn’t say anything further, dragging out slowly and pushing lazily back into your cunt, savoring every pulse and movement of your tight walls clenching around him.
He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to his impossible size. Each motion was calculated, like he was testing how much you could take before you broke. You felt every shift, and every pull, your grip tightened on him as your body reacted without permission.
A soft sound slipped from your lips when he pulled back.
Another when he pressed forward again.
Then he found a rhythm.
Which was relentless.
The desk trembled beneath you with the force of it, his breathing growing heavier. His gaze locked onto yours, sharply, holding you there so you didn’t have the option to look away.
And when his hands shifted—spreading your legs wider, and pulling you closer, you thought you would fall completely back onto the desk.
He was most intentional, as if he had already decided exactly how this would go down. You chuckled as he fucked you senseless. His hand quickly shot up in response, gripping your chin.
“Something amusing here?” He grunted, his voice a deep warning. He wouldn’t be taken lightly.
“Already had this all figured out, didn’t you?” you murmured, eyes flicking up to his. “Been planning it? Exactly how and where you were going to fuck me?"
His next movement was swift as he hauled you across the room and dropped you onto the love seat tucked in the corner. You fell back, instinctively drawing your knees together, arms crossing over your chest—but that smirk was still there as you looked up at him. He towered over you, one hand braced on either side, caging you in; his presence was consuming and overwhelming in the best way.
“You’re exactly right,” he said quietly.
His voice was calm.
“And the next thing I had planned…” he continued, leaning in slightly, eyes dark, “is to make you cum right here.”
Your breath faltered.
"Uncover yourself.” he commanded in a low voice, planting a small kiss on your bent knee. “Don’t hide from me.”
He paused as his hands slid to your knees.
“Open your legs..." He said sharply, pushing them apart with unhurried pressure, "And don’t close them again until I’m finished.”
His gaze locked onto yours.
“Understood?”
There was no room to argue, so you simply swallowed hard and nodded.
"Good...Just like that."
He settled between your legs, weight pressing you back into the cushions, his presence heavy. He entered you again and immediately started fucking you wildly. You moaned—long and languid as he hit the right spot with every single thrust.
He slid one hand between you, finding your clit as he drove you into the cushions. Your legs hung helplessly at his hips as his fingers moved in slow circles. You could feel yourself getting close to a sensation no one had pulled from you in years. Something you had only ever given yourself for so long.
And now here you were.
Letting him force it out of you.
“Levi… I—I think I’m about to—” your words came out broken, your voice pitching higher with each violent thrust. You could barely keep up with the feeling building inside you as he kept that same relentless pace.
“Fuck…that’s it,” he breathed, voice rougher now, his control slipping away from him as your pussy clenched and pulsed around him. “Just like that… I can feel it.” he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened slightly, holding you there while he pounded mercilessly into you.
You reached the height of your release, as if he controlled your body— commanding it to do exactly as he willed it to. You quivered around him, nails digging into the small of his back as you rode out waves of pleasure. Each stroke started back up the orgasm all over again. The only thing you wanted him to do was fuck you as hard as he possibly could—
You must have said so out loud because his thrusts became intolerable, he rutted inside of you violently as he cussed and groaned under his breath.
Then the heat faded, leaving you with a raw, satisfied feeling. You zoned out as your high ebbed away—you floated away in your mind, eyes clamped shut tightly.
He said something you didn’t catch, until he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over onto your belly, jolting you back to reality again. He dragged your hips up towards his pelvis, bringing you to your knees, and pushing your head downward roughly into the cushion.
“Do what I say when I say it…” he warned. “We’re not finished just because you are.” He bit, gathering your hair into one hand before driving back inside of you.
You yelped.
Your aching core was so sensitive you didn’t know how much more you could possibly stand to take. You babbled and whimpered as he used you—taking every single thrust deeply. His name left your lips over and over, as if it were the only thing left that you could possibly remember how to say.
“That’s right…not Jean, not anyone else. Just me…Now keep saying it…”
His hips began to stutter, his breathing was turning uneven. He was losing that perfect control he always carried.
He was so close.
“Levi… It’s all yours…” your voice broke, tears threatening to spill as everything overwhelmed you at once. He gripped your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you up—firm but not rough this time—guiding you onto your palms, and pressing you firmly into that position. Your body trembled, and your back arched deeply, completely spent. Any rational thought left was slipping through your fingers. Emotion was taking over. And maybe that was why it came out so easily.
“I’ve thought about you every day… for months…” you panted.
You felt him shift closer, his breath hot against your ear.
“That right…?” he murmured low and dangerous, but quieter than before.
“Yes!” you cried, tears spilling freely now. “I’ve always felt this way about you… There’s no one else for me… It’s only you.”
Your words broke apart as you spoke them, emotion finally spilling over as your body followed right behind, once again letting go around him. The tears fell freely, soaking into the couch beneath you as he drove into you unforgiving, like he was trying to force something out of himself just as much as he was forcing it out of you.
“…Don’t say things like that unless you mean them,” he muttered, voice rougher than before, control slipping. “… I’m not letting you take it back.”
“I never want to take it back…I only want you…fuck—please!”
Your voice, spent and needy, sent him over the edge. You could feel him pulsing inside of you as he filled you completely with cum in hot bursts. He wrapped his arm around your chest, holding you to him as he came inside, planting soft kisses on your shoulders and panting softly into your neck.
He slowly eased out, watching his seed drip from your swollen pussy—something that belonged only to him now. Your legs were shaking, and your hair was falling along your back and shoulders.
You slumped onto your side, body still trembling, as he pulled away and stood. He moved quickly, scanning the room before grabbing something to clean you with.
“Uhh… this’ll have to do for now.” He handed you a small towelette. “Clean up. Then get dressed.”
You frowned immediately, your brows knitting together.
“Oh… alright then…” you trailed off, your heart sinking as you instinctively covered yourself, suddenly aware of how exposed you were.
Maybe that was all this had been.
A plan,
Then a moment.
And now, he would be done with you.
“Tch… don’t look so upset.” His voice cut directly through your thoughts. “You don’t plan on walking to my bedroom like that, do you?”
You blinked, the tension in your chest eased up just slightly.
“Oh… okay…” You let out a small breath, something like a quiet, relieved laugh slipping out. He clicked his tongue softly, like your reaction annoyed him more than anything else. "For a second I thought—"
"I’m not that kind of man,” he said flatly, cutting you off before you could finish. “Don’t start making assumptions.”
His gaze flicked over you briefly, taking in your naked body, as if he was satisfied with his hard work.
“I’m not going anywhere…so get used to it." He said, pulling on his clothes. "You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
You caught traces of a faint smile on his lips as he finished dressing, and though you knew he’d never admit it, you could tell he was smugly happy that he got his way.
Your heart fluttered joyfully again as you dressed and took Levi’s hand—leaving the office and following him to his room, where you were hopefully in for a much gentler round two.