A little NTR idea: Mikasa is married to Jean, Eren is Jean’s boss. Jean has been working so hard to try to get a promotion with no results, so Mikasa, lovely wife that she is, meets with Eren in an attempt to figure out what Jean can do to get that promotion. Jean doesn’t have to do anything…but Mikasa does.
to be honest with u anon, i saw this and it didn't leave my brain I genuinely HAD DREAMS about it !!!! Like plz, she's so sweet and big grey eyes, like well let me just try!!
Mikasa has always been a strong independent woman.
She's a high powered career lawyer, she doesn't NEED a man!
Unfortunately, she'd picked Jean Kirstchein, a man equally as driven as her, if not more so.
She both loves and hates him for it.
Because sometimes, only sometimes it feels like he puts his career above her, like it's everything to him, when he leaves Sunday morning brunch with her mom abruptly for golf with his boss. Or when he drops everything on a friday night to spend all weekend on a merger that just barely ends up panning out.
Mikasa feels neglected those times, but only a little bit, because the other 70% of the time he's being the best husband he can possibly be.
Jean treats her better than any other man ever has, including her father. He brings her flowers, cooks dinner for her religiously, rubs her shoulders while watching her favourite show with her.
He's great, amazing actually, the perfect husband.
So then why does she find herself in the foyer of his investment firm, asking the receptionist a little too firmly which office his boss works in?
She doesn't know.
It's insane, really, truly, a move she herself would kill him for ever doing at her own place of work.
But she can't handle it anymore, the late nights, the constant cell phone calls, E. Yeager always on that god damned call display.
Just last night, they'd been mid makeout and the phone had chimed, that special text tone for Mr. Yeager only.
Jean had sheepishly apologized before gallivanting off to the spare room to spend all night talking to his fucking boss of all people.
She hasn't had sex in weeks.
And all because of this god forsaken man, E. Yeager.
Jean has been gunning for a promotion for a while, years actually, and she's watched time and time again as Mr. Yeager dangles it over his head like a carrot on a fucking stick.
And always, always Mikasa is left to pick up the pieces, running on no sex and little sleep, she deals with her husband being at this man's beck and call, only to be passed over once again.
It pisses her off.
And now here she is, her red leboutins clicking as she makes her way towards his office, the receptionist has told her it was down the hall and to the left.
Instead of an office though, Mikasa finds an elevator door.
She realizes very quickly as she pushes the call button, that Jean's boss might be a little more high powered than she thought.
But whatever, she is Mikasa Ackerman, high powered attorney herself, partner at her own law firm, Ackerman-Braus-Leondhart.
She won't take shit or be intimidated by some asshole in a suit.
The elevator chimes and Mikasa steps inside, clicking the only button on the wall, a silver up sign.
As the music plays, and she watches the city get lower and lower as the elevator goes up, up, up, Mikasa realizes maybe she is slightly out of her league.
The elevator chimes again and the doors open to reveal a spacious office, decked all out in white and not a wall in sight, windows as far as the eye can see, a bird's eye view of the city at every corner.
This is the highest floor, the elevator going up no farther.
There's no secretary, only a large desk in the middle of the room, a white leather couch a little off to the side and a coffee table accompanies by shelves of what look like records.
The man at the centre of it all, almost as tall as Jean, but leagues more imposing, doesn't even spare her a glance as she steps into the office, too busy looking out onto his domain of the city.
"Miss. Ackerman, have a seat."
She doesn't, "How do you know my name?"
He turns to her darkly, and Mikasa is struck by how utterly handsome he is, the chiselled lines of his face, those intense green eyes that miss nothing, roving over her form hungrily.
This is the man Jean is talking to all the time, the man that has her husband at his every beck and call.
"Jean's wife right?"
"Excuse me?"
"Have a seat," Mr. Yeager murmurs, gesturing to the lone plush chair in front of his desk and Mikasa finally sits, unsure of herself for the first time in years.
Jean's boss seats himself across from her, spreading his legs out wide, oozing self-confidence as his eyes continue to peruse her form unapologetically, "Jean didn't tell me how stunning you are, makes sense he's never brought you around."
"Mr. Yeager," Mikasa hisses, and he shuts up, pressing his lips into a smile, "What can I do for you Miss. Ackerman."
She cuts right to the point, "Give my husband his promotion, we both know he deserves it. You've been dangling it over his head for god knows how long."
Mr. Yeager hums, leaning further back into his luxurious high backed chair, "I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Well you see Mikasa, can I call you that?"
She shakes her head but he continues anyway, her name sounding almost lewd on his lips, like he'd whisper it in the heat of fucking her, "Mikasa, your husband is of much more use to me in his position right now. Why would I promote someone when I like him right where he is?"
Mikasa sputters in disbelief, "Because he's working his fucking ass off for you? Does hard work mean nothing here?"
Eren shrugs, "I didn't become CEO on hard work alone Mikasa, I did it by being cut throat and a bit of an asshole, and when Jean learns that lesson I'll consider moving him up."
"That's absurd, he'll just quit--"
Jean's boss laughs darkly, "Baby, you'd think so wouldn't you?"
"See that's what I thought the first time, when I called during your honeymoon? Mid-fuck right?"
Mikasa's mouth drops open in surprise and Mr. Yeager laughs cruelly, "That's what I thought too you know, when I called and I could hear you in the background, fuck you sound pretty when you cum you know."
She hates herself for how her pussy clenches at the words, the dark hungry way this man is looking at her, "I thought surely, he wouldn't ignore his wife, on his fucking honeymoon."
Mikasa shakes her head blankly, already knowing where this is going.
Jean's boss stands, laughing wryly, coming around his desk to stand across from her, to look her in the eye as he brings up her marriage's greatest shame.
"So imagine my surprise, when he stops fucking you to not only answer my call, but then proceeds to do everything I ask of him. Fucking ridiculous."
"So no Mikasa, he's not going to quit, he's not going to do anything you say, because for some fucking reason, he's more hard up for this job than his fucking wife."
Mikasa swallows, her throat suddenly very dry, and she realizes this was all a mistake, this is a cruel man, she'll go home and convince Jean to work somewhere else, anything else.
Hell, she can get him a job in her mail room if he really needs, anything but this.
His boss snatches her hand before she can leave, his big hand locked around her wrist, "There's one thing you can do Mikasa, and I'll give him his hard-earned promotion."
"What?"
She already regrets asking, even more so as the man behind her tugs her back gently, so her back is to his chest, his other hand coming to wrap around her waist, intimate, owning her completely.
His mouth is at her neck, teeth dragging along the shell of her ear, and fuck he smells good, like mint and cologne too expensive for her to even fathom.
"I want to fuck you, every time he fucks up, every time he ignores you for me, for this job, neglects you when you should be worshipped. I want you on your fucking knees for me, on your back, fucked raw like you deserve. I want you to know what it's like to be with a real man."
Her breath comes out shakily, his arms the only thing that keep her from falling, and it takes a split second, nothing more for her to come to her answer, the only way she might save her husband's job.
"Okay."
"Good, now why don't I introduce myself? My name is Eren."
"Eren," she breathes, how fitting.
"Get used to it, my name is going to be the only thing you'll be screaming from now on."