Public Knowledge
AN: I wanted a little break from the angst, so enjoy this one-shot of Jealous Levi getting his knickers in a knot over the other AOT guys trying to smash you.
Description: The squad makes a bet that you can't get Levi to kiss you in the middle of the mess hall, calling the odds "impossible." Levi disagrees. (One shot/Jealous Levi/Possessive Levi)
Pairing: Jealous!Levi x You
TW: Foul language, locker room talk, suggestive content.
WC: 4,980 (Another monster fic, but hey, I can't stand to leave out any juicy details)
Levi knew you were his. He knew you knew it too.
But what scraped at his nerves—what twisted tightly inside of his gut like a live wire sparking out of control—was that no one else did.
And that was a problem.
So he stood in the shower stall of the men’s changing room after returning from a long mission, cold water running over his body while his hands braced against the tiles. Despite the freezing cold water, his skin was on fire. Not from the mission—not from the thrill of surviving another impossible task beyond the walls.
From them.
From the way the rest of his squad tossed your name around like it belonged to them.
“Yeah? You?” Connie snorted. “You’d trip over your own ego before you even got close to her. I can tell she likes a really heartfelt guy like myself--flowers, a candlelit dinner, two strong arms holding her tight while she...”
“Oh enough!” Jean puffed up instantly, shoving Connie by the shoulder and interrupting the rest of his lascivious thought. “I’d have her wrapped around my finger after just one night. She looks like she enjoys a little confidence in a man. I’d take my time with her—a lot of time if you take my meaning—she wouldn’t have any energy left to worry about you idiots. She'd be begging me for more.” he wagged his eyebrows while the others scoffed and laughed at him.
Levi’s jaw flexed so hard he thought his teeth would crack. The water kept running. He could have stepped out at any moment. They’d shut up instantly. They’d never dare speak like this in front of him—their captain. But he stayed. Because he wanted to hear it. Every stupid, filthy assumption. He wanted the ammunition against them, wanted to know what he was up against.
“The only thing she’d be begging you for,” Eren cut in lazily, “is for you to stop talking.” A beat passed, then, smugly, “She’d want someone with fire. Someone who doesn’t hesitate to take action. I bet she likes intensity. I could show her exactly how that translates in bed.”
Levi’s fingers tightened harder against the tile. He wondered how Eren would like five straight miles at dawn.
He wasn't insecure, and he didn’t doubt your feelings, but you had both agreed to keep the relationship quiet until some of the responsibilities that the Scouts regiment demanded from you died down. However, keeping everything hush-hush was hard on his ego; he wanted everyone to know you were only his. That they had no right to sexualize you with such a conquest mentality--competing like animals to see who would get a shot at you first.
The heat in his chest was rising. He could feel his heartbeat thrumming against his ears.
“Oh for the love of—” Armin’s voice cut through. “You’re all impossible. She’s not going to fall for some brute act. She’d want something meaningful. Soft lighting, quiet conversation… someone who actually pays attention. Not just… charging in. You guys talk about her like she’s just some kind of item to you.”
Eren scoffed. “You’d overthink it until the moment passed.”
“Better than scaring her off with your ego.”
They devolved from there—competing with each other, posturing themselves, painting pictures with their words that made Levi’s blood feel like it was simmering under his skin.
They talked about your smile. What your moans might sound like. If you were a sloppy or neat kisser. If you gave head or didn’t. Spit or swallowed. They talked about your hips. Your thighs. How they wanted them wrapped around their ears snugly.
And Levi listened.
Definitely not because he enjoyed it. But because it made him feel competitive over you. It lit a fire under his ass about you.
When Jean started making dramatic moaning noises, he decided enough was enough. The stall door flew open with a violent crack against the wall.
The room froze.
Levi stepped forward slowly, shirt hanging loose in his hand, eyes flat and sharp, he gripped his towel around his waist. The shift in the air was immediate, and the tension could be grasped with solid fists.
They all looked as if they had been caught stealing.
“Don’t you idiots have something better to do?” he said sharply and quietly.
He was never loud, because he didn't need to be. Jean swallowed. Connie went stiff. Eren’s jaw set, but he didn’t speak, Armin looked rather pleased that the others had been caught like prey in a trap. Levi dragged his shirt over his shoulders with controlled, precise movements. “Mission’s over, but that doesn’t mean you get to stand around gossiping like some bored civilians.”
His gaze flicked between them, very cold and deliberate.
“The stables are filthy. The equipment room is worse. If I hear another word out of any of you, you’ll be doing skull drags in the mud until you go bald”
No one argued.
They dressed in record time, the only sound in the echoing locker room was boots thudding against the floor as they scattered out of the room like rats escaping a sinking ship. Silence had returned at last. But Levi didn’t move, and it didn’t bring him any comfort. He stood there, shoulders tight, and dark eyes scanning the walls. They thought they had a chance, or that you were a prize to be won.
The thought alone made something possessive and sharp coil in his chest, it was ready to snap. He was done with shadows. Done with slipping away at night. Done with stolen moments in quiet corners, corridors, offices and even closets.
If they needed to know whose you were, he would show them alright. And when he did, there would be no confusion, or competition. Just the unmistakable understanding that you were his, and he didn’t plan to be subtle about it.
***
You admired your reflection in the cracked mirror of the women’s barracks while Sasha worked your hair into tight Dutch braids.
The mission was finally over. No more titans, blood, or decay. Just cool baths, clean clothes, hot chow, and liberty.
Sweet, sweet liberty.
You’d been in the Survey Corps a year and had never once been granted town leave. So when Commander Erwin approved liberty status for Levi Squad after the last operation, the barracks had nearly exploded.
Christa stood in front of her trunk, holding up two tops like her life depended on the decision.
Sasha was yapping on about Connie, her fingers working fast through your thick locks of hair.
And Mikasa lay on her cot in the corner, pretending not to listen—which meant she was very much soaking in every word.
“Connie definitely has the biggest one,” Sasha said matter-of-factly. “I saw the bulge yesterday. Very clear. There’s no room for debate.”
You chortled, choking on your sip of water.
“Sasha!” You shot her a scandalized look in the mirror, your lips curling into a sly smile. “You nasty little—”
“All balls, no dick,” Mikasa muttered flatly, not even looking up from her thumbnail that she had been picking.
Sasha gasped dramatically. “Like you would know.”
Mikasa’s head didn’t move but her eyes swiveled Sasha’s direction.
“You’re too busy riding Eren’s to observe anyone else,” Sasha finished smugly.
Mikasa sat upright so fast her cot creaked like a rusted door hinge.
“I. Am. Not. Riding. Eren’s. Dick,” she said evenly — which somehow made it more defensive. “It’s not like that.”
“Yeah,” you chimed sweetly, “and water isn’t wet.”
Her glare swung to you threateningly.
“Only kidding!” you laughed nervously, raising your hands. “Relax.”
You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs casually.
“I think Captain Levi probably has the biggest,” you added, tone light and teasing.
But your stomach flipped in circles. Because you already knew. You knew exactly how big. You knew how it stretched you so slowly and mercilessly. The way it dragged broken, lude sounds out of your throat until his hand clamped over your mouth.
Tone it down, brat.
You want the whole squad hearing you?
Can’t handle my cock, can you? Moaning and making such a huge scene—tch…pathetic…”
Heat crawled up your neck at the memory.
Sasha squinted at you. “What was that shiver?”
“It’s cold,” you said too quickly.
“Cold?” Christa smiled innocently. “Or hot somewhere else?”
“Oh give it a fucking rest,” you muttered, though you were grinning. “Since when do you partake in dirty talk, Christa? I thought you were pure and holy.”
Christa rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter what Levi is working with. He’d never date anyone. Especially not someone in his squad.”
If only she knew.
“I think he would,” you said casually, inspecting your braids. “If it were the right woman.”
Mikasa snorted. “And you think you’re the woman who can crack Captain Levi’s aloofness?”
You shrugged.
“I think he’d be a boring lover,” Christa added thoughtfully. “Probably turns sex into a chore.”
“Wrong,” you muttered under your breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Christa tilted her head. “No offense, Y/n, but it’s obvious you like him.”
You stood slowly.
“None taken. And yeah. I do.” You smirked. “And I bet I could get him to kiss me tonight at the overflow.”
Mikasa snorted “I like the odds against that…”
Christa laughed. “Yeah, I’d be willing to bet you fail miserably.”
“Bet how much?” came a voice from the doorway instantly.
All of you froze.
Hange leaned against the frame, her glasses were glinting, and she had a cheeky grin plastered on her face.
“How long have you been there?” Christa squeaked.
“Oh, since Connie’s bulge,” Hange waved her hand dismissively. “But don’t think of me as your section commander right now. Think of me as… an investor.”
Mikasa groaned, recognizing the unmistakable scent of incoming bullshit
Hange pushed off the doorway. “What do you guys think the odds are on Y/n getting Levi to kiss her tonight during mess hall overflow.”
“Fat fucking chance,” Mikasa said dryly. “I’d bet my life she fails. Nobody could dream of getting that pipsqueak to loosen his drawers.”
Your smile widened slowly.
“I think we’d all be surprised at what might loosen him up, don’t count me out completely.”
The other girls fussed and giggled. Mikasa rolled her eyes, fiddling with the end of her scarf.
Hange clapped her hands once. “Let’s involve the boys., and make it interesting. Double the humiliation, double the stakes. Come on ladies, I’m sure they’re already halfway through their first keg—We can’t let them have all the fun!”
You met Hange’s eyes as the others scrambled out of the room, chittering excitedly.
She had already figured you out, so for her it wasn’t a gamble. Just a fixed race.
“Be honest,” you muttered once you two fell a few steps behind the others, boots thudding against the cobblestone. “How long have you known?”
Hange adjusted her glasses, suspiciously pleased with herself.
“When your ‘cleaning rotation’ started lasting suspiciously long. Nobody enjoys cleaning toilets that much.”
You nearly tripped over your own feet. “Well…Levi does like things to be very tidy…”
“Oh yes, I’m sure he does. He must have been scrubbing that supply closet floor very thoroughly for you to be crying out, ‘Yes—Levi! Harder… right there!’”
Your hand flew to her mouth. “Stop. Talking.”
“It wasn’t so hard to put the pieces together” she murmured around your hand.
You groaned. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re loud.”
You shoved her shoulder playfully. “Shut up. It's quality sex, can you blame a girl?”
Hange just laughed as the lights of the mess hall came into view. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said lightly. “Your little secret’s safe with me. I enjoy watching chaos unfold naturally.”
The mess hall was put together nicely. The majority of the Survey Corps was there, and many of the M.P.'s were joining in too. Everyone came in honor of their fallen comrades.
Kegs of ale lined the far wall, and three bartenders passed steins of mead to the hired barmaids. It looked nothing like their mess hall now, and every bit like a tavern. You laughed to yourself as you noticed Commander Pixis was already deep in his cups, cheeks red and roaring with laughter at Commander Erwin, who sipped what you could only assume was water.
No fun.
They crossed over to a long table where the rest of the ladies already had joined the men in Levi squad.
“About time.” Mumbled Eren. “It was hard fending off these jackals just to saves seat for you two." Hange smiled at him as they sank onto the long bench. Eren passed them each a mug of mead.
“Well how noble of you to make an effort.” She said sarcastically. You felt eyes on you as you took your seat. Armin shifted uncomfortably next to you, remembering the locker room talk earlier— his cheeks turned pink.
The drinks began flowing and you felt your own cheeks flushing from the spirits and laughter before long. Hange cleared her throat, brushing away the dice into their cup, earning some confused glances.
“I was about to win, what the hell?” Scoffed Jean.
“I actually have something else we can all cast bets on.” She grinned like a sly fox, peeking at you from the corner of her eye.
“Go on.” Said Connie, grinning drunkenly as he leaned on his elbows, scooting closer to the table.
“Well, us ladies were just chatting in the barracks earlier, ya know, girl talk—"
“Just spit it out already.” Said Eren stoically, as if he couldn’t be bothered to hear any back story.
Hange continued, ignoring him. “—and we came to a disagreement on whether y/n could get Levi to kiss her—tonight here, in the mess hall. She seems to think she can.”
You frowned slightly as the table erupted in laughter.
“Geez, tell me you have no faith in me…” you murmured into your second cup of ale.
“It’s nothing to do with you, sweetheart, please believe me,” Jean started with his best seductive smirk—you cringed. “It’s just that we're not even sure Levi is straight.”
“And if he is, I don’t think he had any interest in anything that doesn’t involve the scouts. He lives, breathes, and eats to kill titans. He’d probably make love to a titan before he did with a beautiful woman.” Connie finished.
“I will personally take on toilet duty for three whole months if you get Levi to kiss you here, tonight.” Jean stated.
“I don’t know why you’d want to kiss him anyways…” grumbled Eren, earning a disgruntled look from Mikasa who shifted next to him awkwardly. “But I’m in, I’ll take your stable duty for two months. Shoveling shit. If you can get Levi to kiss you.”
Armin looked at you sheepishly. “I believe in you. I’ll wager against them. If I’m wrong, I’ll double Eren’s two months of stable duty and do it for four.”
The table was buzzing now. Eren scoffed and argued that Levi would probably give her a lecture on kissing before he would ever actually do it. Hange watched the chaos unfold happily before chiming in, slamming her palms on the table.
“Alright, alright! You idiots are thinking too small here.” She captured their attention.
Jean leaned back. “Oh? And what’s your grand master plan, Four-Eyes?”
Hange’s grin sharpened. “I’m betting she can do it.”
The laughter and scoffing roared a little louder.
“And if she does,” Hange continued, pointing dramatically at the boys across the table, “every single one of you who doubted her will assist me in my titan experiments for one full month.”
The table went dead silent. Connie’s face drained of all life. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh yes.” Hange’s smile widened. “Holding down test subjects, recording data, cleaning jars, hell, maybe even a light bite test if I’m feeling curious.”
Jean gagged. “That’s not a bet, Hange that’s a Psy-op.”
Eren narrowed his eyes at y/n. “And if she can’t?”
Hange shrugged. “If she fails, I’ll take your combined chores for two months. Toilets, stables, kitchen duty, and I’ll even personally polish Erwin’s boots.”
Armin blinked. “That’s… actually fair.”
“Fair?” Connie snorted. “You’re asking us to wager our lives!”
You slowly lowered your cup, eyes narrowing at Hange, knowing how unfair and rigged the bet was, considering Hange already knew about your ‘tasteful little relationship’ with Levi. “You’re awfully confident in Levi.”
Hange leaned over, resting her chin in her hand as she studied her. “Oh, I’m not betting on Levi. I’m betting on you.”
Jean scoffed. “There’s no way Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass is kissing anyone. I doubt he even knows how. Count me in.”
Christa shook her head, taking a big swig. “Nah, I’m not that bold. Last time I helped you out with titan experiments, I was washing titan ass for two hours, I'm out.”
Eren crossed his arms. “He’d probably glare her into the floor before she could even get within a foot. Count me in.”
Connie nodded. “I agree, I’m in too.”
“Mm, alright then!” Hange tapped her finger thoughtfully. "He’s predictable and cold. Can she do it? Will she fail? I guess we’ll just have to see.”
She tilted her head toward you.
You felt a nervous heat creep up your neck. You had felt confident earlier, but now doubt crept in. What if he didn’t want to be exclusive? Didn’t want to make your relationship public? He had said it was because of Scout's business and the distraction it would cause the others from the mission.
But what if he's just playing me the fool?
Fucking you in private with no intention of making you his in the public eye. You swallowed hard.
“So what exactly are the terms?”
“Simple,” Hange said brightly. “You have until the end of tonight. One kiss. On the lips. Initiated willingly by him. No tricks, and no forcing it, and no asking him to kiss you just so the others lose the bet.”
Connie raised a finger. “Can she provoke him?”
Hange gave a silly grin. “It’s encouraged, for our entertainment, of course!”
Mikasa rubbed her temples. "This is fucking stupid.”
Eren leaned forward, staring at you. “You really think you can pull it off? Why not just go for somebody you already know wants you?”
“Like who?”
Every man at the table shifted awkwardly.
“Nevermind..good luck” Eren grumbled.
You slowly stood, undoing a few buttons on your blouse and adjusting your breeks so that they accentuated your curves nicely. You tipped back the rest of your ale.
Hange shot up from her seat. “It’s official!”
She snatched a random scrap of paper and scribbled furiously. “Witnessed and agreed upon by the drunken idiots of the 104th Cadet Corps!”
Connie chuckled. “I love this already. You don’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to that man…he has the emotional capacity of a pencil.”
Armin smiled softly at you. “You got this.”
Jean leaned over to Connie. “You realize if she does win, Hange is going to make us hand-feed a titan, right?”
Your lips curled slowly.
“Then I guess you better pray I don’t.”
Across the mess hall, the doors creaked open, and in walked Levi. He looked clean, as always. But as for collected—he was lacking. His eyes looked dark and angry. His jaw was clenched and flexed as if he were grinding his teeth.
Hange’s eyes dimmed behind her glasses.
“Good luck," Eren chuckled, “He looks in a great mood.”
You took a deep breath and headed over to where the bar was set up, in front of the kitchen, grabbing an empty seat. You flagged down the bartender and ordered two drinks.
Levi caught your eye. You held up the drink as an invitation to join you. He scanned the room to see who was watching, but headed your direction, nonetheless. Your heart gripped with doubt.
He doesn’t really want you. He just likes the sex.
You pushed the thought far down and put on your best game face.
“Hello there.” You said as he took a seat, sliding him a mug. He picked it up eagerly and took a swig larger than you would have imagined.
He’s anxious. About being seen too close to you.
The doubts consumed you.
He scanned the room slowly, and then postured himself towards you. You relaxed slightly—and visibly pouted, rubbing the rim of your drink with the tip of your finger, eyes cast down.
“Something on your mind?” He asked curtly, studying your face. "Why aren't you with your friends?"
“Oh it’s nothing…just—nevermind.” You ployed, knowing he couldn’t resist.
“Tell me. Now.” He said quietly, keeping his expression neutral.
You sighed deeply, as if frustrated. “I just came over here to get a break from the guys. They’re overbearing.”
“Nothing I can’t fix. What’d they do now?” He questioned you, taking another deep drink.
“Well…Armin and I talk quite often, as you know. He says they all… how do I put this? I guess they placed wagers on me...?”
Levi’s eyes froze still on yours, and he sighed annoyed.
“Just be clear, what are you saying?” He chastised.
“Well…apparently they all bet on who could sleep with me first. Apparently Eren is confident he will win. So silly isn’t it?” You smiled slightly before taking another sip, looking over at him from the rim of your drink.
His face was drawn in a hard line now. He replayed their words in his mind from the locker room. And now, they were placing bets. On who would fuck his woman? He couldn’t wait to wake them up—all hung over—and make them run until he could take an educated guess at what they had eaten the night before.
“Is that so?” He asked glaring them down menacingly, their glances all scattered quickly, pretending they hadn’t been observing from afar.
You gave a soft, teasing shrug. “The saying goes 'boys will be boys'…I mean—it’s not as if they know about us. The way we sneak around, they obviously think I’m available. Putting bets on me like I’m a prize mare.”
Levi’s fist tightened at his side as if he was imagining crushing someone’s head in his palm.
“Repeat that.” Levi demanded, moving much closer—not because he couldn’t hear, but because he wanted to be made mad. He wanted his passion to overflow for what he would do next.
Everyone at the table shifted as they saw Levi move in closer. They froze in anticipation.
“No fucking way…” Eren said in a stale tone. “He’s just having trouble hearing her; it’s too loud in here.” He rationalized.
You tuned square to Levi, who was dangerously close. You could feel his breath on your cheek.
“I said…they’re putting bets on me like I belong to them. They think it’s funny.” You whispered close to his ear. “Armin said they talk about my legs, how they want to taste in between them, how they want to bury themselves inside of me, make me moan their name…. heinous stuff—How does that make you feel, Levi?” You batted your eyes at him breathlessly.
“They’re that curious?” he said flatly. “Fine. Let's let them watch.”
You studied his expression, confused. "Watch wh—"
Before you could finish your thought, Levi’s hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into him with force. His lips crashed into yours, flatly at first, but deepening as his tongue parted your lips, claiming your mouth fully.
His free hand traced up your thigh, gripping threateningly tight, before trailing up to your cheek, where he held you against him. A slight moan escaped your lips into his that only encouraged him further. His grip tightened slightly at your neck, tilting your head back just enough to deepen the hot, sloppy kiss.
Across the room, you heard a glass nearly drop, followed by a loud roar from the rest of the squad’s table. You peeked at them from the corner of your eye, Eren’s jaw was on the table and Connie had his head in his hands. Armin smirked happily and Hange banged on the table. Mikasa looked at you, genuinely shocked, likely happy she didn’t take the bet.
You simply shrugged your shoulders before tangling your fists into his shirt, settling into his chest as he claimed your mouth fully.
When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t far. His forehead nearly brushed yours, breath warm against your lips.
“I wonder if anyone else is confused about who you belong to?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head, even though it was still spinning.
“I highly doubt that.” You said sheepishly, Levi stood, taking your hand.
“Get up. Now.” He demanded.
“Where are we going?” You asked breathlessly taking his hand. He pulled you to your feet, taking you under his arm possessively.
“Anywhere but the supply closet.” He muttered; you could have sworn you saw a smirk forming on his lips. As the two of you passed the table, Levi stopped, glaring at the gaggle of morons whose jaws didn’t seem capable of closing.
“Five a.m.,” he said evenly, staring between Jean, Connie and Eren. “Full gear. You’re running.”
“And if I hear one more word about wagers,” he added, calm as ever, “you’ll be running until you need a wheelchair.”
Satisfied, he nudged you forward, keeping you just ahead of him, his hand still planted securely at your waist—guiding you gently forward. He didn’t need to kiss you again. Everyone understood it; you belonged to him.
As the two of you disappeared from the mess hall, the empty street swallowed the noise from inside. You felt slightly drunk, and a heat was pooling at your core as he guided you along. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper from behind you, directly into your ear.
“They can place their little wagers.”
His fingers played dangerously with the buttons of your pants as you walked, sending a chill up your spine. You knew what came next. As soon as you were alone with him behind closed doors, you were in for it.
“But I'm always going to be the one to collect.”
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