Hello, lovelies!
Back again with another EreMika smut fic, because there just isn't enough in the world. I don't really have any comments, other than the fact that I was pretty much dreaming about this as I went in and out of sleep for three hours this morning, and I couldn't resist writing it. It was a little hotter in my head though, and I'm not quite satisfied with how it turned out, but honestly, good enough.
As always, it isn't edited, so it's probably a little unintentionally fast-paced.
I'm not quite sure of the timeline or where this takes place, but I implied that it's after the formation of the new Squad Levi which doesn't really make sense as far as plot and location, but idgaf. This is merely for entertainment purposes, primarily myself and anyone with the same fetishes.
I also don't really know what got into Eren, as you'll see. But I kind of like it. Mikasa does, too. (winkwink)
Contains EreMika and (partially one-sided) LeviMika, with slightly OOC characters and motives. But who cares! (winkwinkwink) Enjoy~
Honestly, he was sick and tired of those two constantly fighting.
Him, Lance Corporal Levi Ackerman, allowing himself to be annoyed with two teenagers under his command. Of course, he wouldn't have selected them out of the few hundred soldiers at his choosing if he didn't think he couldn't handle them. There wasn't a single person left on this drearily small earth that he couldn't withstand.
Really, though, despite the fact that he'd killed plenty in his years to deem himself worthy of any and all grand titles and reputations thrown his way, he nearly felt sickened with himself. The girl wasn't so much the problem as it was the stubborn fool that she so foolishly followed around and drooled over when he wasn't looking.
Eren Fucking Jaeger, world-class idiot, hardheaded and violent at the core as they came. Claiming that he was all he needed to protect himself, despite the fact that his adoptive sister had, in fact, played a huge role in saving his life on more than one encounter. Anybody could tell that Mikasa's feelings for him ran deeper than just a simple desire to protect him, though he would be the first to admit that he didn't quite know what they were.
Perhaps their childhood friend, Armin, could tell, though the blond never was too confident in himself, or had the balls to stand up, shove Eren into a wall, and tell him to open his fucking eyes. He supposed that Eren could read Mikasa better than anyone, or that he at least had the potential to, if he weren't such a blockhead and blind to anything that didn't involve titans or humanity's moving forward.
But until that day came when Eren stopped pushing his bratty sister away-and she was definitely a brat, and didn't know how to deal with the stubborn boy, which made her act even more like a brat at times-then Levi supposed that only he could relate to Mikasa in the way she wished Eren did.
As he watched from the seat of his bed out the open window, the gentle Sunday breeze whipping in and playing with the edges of pages from the book in his hands, Eren and Mikasa stood outside on the barren grounds they used for combat training, though he didn't understand why they were out there to begin with. It was Sunday, and he was a damn kind squad leader to let them have one day of rest out of their otherwise harsh, busy, and demanding week.
Damn brats. They were such children, training when they had time off and wishing they had time off when they were supposed to be training. Mikasa was the elder of the two, though Eren had finally surpassed her in height (even if just barely), but she still acted like the older one with her arms crossed, seeming to have had enough with Eren's bullshit, whatever that may have been, today.
He couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but they both looked pissed. It was rather funny to see Mikasa pissed off, the more he watched her eyes flare at her friend's probably harsh and blind words. He could see the tension and frustration growing in her stature, despite their great distance apart. What could he say? He had eyes like a hawk.
It was amusing. Eren probably had no idea the effect he was having on his adoptive sister. Levi was no inexperienced fool, though any hardheaded fool without experience could read the signs if they weren't so caught up in their inferiority complex and jealousy, kind of like how Eren was.
There was the fact that even though Eren was a complete and total dick to his friend most of the time, she kept defending loyally. And he knew damn well it wasn't just because Eren sometimes had a heart and treated her with decency, or just because of that red scarf he'd caught him taking off her to rewrap properly when they thought they were alone. He knew it was the look in her eyes when he did those things, the look she always carried, but was intensified when Eren wasn't being an asshat.
There was also the fact that she followed him around, followed his decisions (unless they were completely asinine and he needed a good slap to the face), and turned to him whenever she wanted company. There was also that way that she seemed to always be watching him.
Not only did he-and everyone else who wasn't Eren-know that Mikasa was hopelessly in love with the hopeless fool, but Levi was certain that only he could tell Mikasa wanted him in her pants. She held more than love for the boy, but also a passionate, frustrating desire for Eren that only escalated more and more whenever he pushed her away. It was obvious in the way she naturally gravitated towards him, the way her eyes watched his arms whenever he lifted something, or his legs when he ran. She was good at hiding it, but she also blushed whenever he so much as took his shirt off and she was within looking distance.
And even the way she was standing there now. Her legs were clenched together, her arms crossed and her fingers gripping into the lean muscle he was sure was hidden beneath her sleeves. She didn't meet his eyes as he yelled something asinine back at her, but this time she didn't retort, and instead turned on her heel and stalked back towards the castle.
Honestly, Levi wondered what Eren didn't see. Mikasa was more skilled than anyone he'd ever met (with the exception being himself), and she was obviously a beautiful young woman with a strong mind. She was everything any man could ever want, and here she was, wasting her time on an idiot who couldn't see past his own shortcomings.
Of course, Eren had every right to be frustrated with the fact that he would probably never surpass Mikasa's skill. When someone outclassed you as well as she outclassed everyone, there was no hope to ever beat them. But Eren was channeling that frustration all wrong. He was stupid to think there was nothing he could to be better than Mikasa, and he needed to be taught a lesson.
Levi could also relate to Mikasa. He knew what it was like to be in her shoes, minus the fact that there was someone who outclassed her, which was him. But before she had ever met Levi, Mikasa had always been the best of the best, a prodigy who was sure to rise in ranks before anyone could blink. She had probably caught the eyes of many in her trainee days, but was likely so caught up in Eren this, Eren that, that she never noticed.
He was surprised that he could hear the door slam from all the way up in his room, as sound didn't travel very well despite the place being made of pure concrete with tall ceilings and long hallways. And it was then that he made his split-second decision to leap off the bed, tossing his long-forgotten book aside, trying to remind himself why he made the decision to help out two brats who barely deserved his time of day as he exited his room, taking control of this opportunity.
Perhaps it was the fact that they were annoying everyone with how they managed their feelings. Perhaps it was a threat to the order of their squad, if Mikasa were to piss off Eren at the right time, or vice versa. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew just how to fix Mikasa's tension and punish Eren for being so fucking stupid all the goddamn time, and perhaps the brat deserved it for not realizing quite the opportunity he had that was right in front of his fucking eyes, practically soliciting itself.
But, perhaps it was the fact that Levi couldn't resist the tempting images in his head of what Eren was blindly choosing to refuse. Oh well. His loss.
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Mikasa didn't realize quite what was happening when her captain first kissed her after slamming her sweaty and infuriated body into the hard wall. His strong hand clenched her collar, holding her firmly in place as his lips moved against hers swiftly, thoroughly taking the breath out of her. The white-hot anger that had been boiling within her felt oddly released with his rough style of taking her innocently and shoving her into cement, but she still pushed him away, wiping her lips with her sleeve.
"What the hell, heichou?!" she exclaimed, glaring at him with intense eyes. First Eren is an asshole to her, then Levi-heichou kisses her, out of nowhere? What the hell was wrong with these men?
"Excuse me," he said, reclaiming his fist against her shirt and pushing her back, harder this time. "I wasn't done." Before she could respond, his lips found hers again, his other hand swiftly gathering her wrists and pinning them above her head before she could make a move to slap him, which is exactly what her instincts to her to do.
She was shocked that he was able to move even faster than she, his consciously-chosen impulse faster than her reactive, bodily instincts. She stared wide-eyed at his cold, half-lidded ones as he moved on her mouth. She had no idea what brought this on from the small man, a man she once loathed. Whatever tolerable existence he'd managed to have around her before was suddenly shattered. She tried to break her arms free to push him off of her, the frustration from earlier only rising as his strength effortlessly outranked hers. She growled beneath his lips, preparing to bite him, but he was prepared, snapping his head back just as she snatched at him viciously with her teeth.
"That was rude," he said calmly, lifting his knee up between her legs and hoisting her into the air, holding her firmly against the wall. The pressure on her core elicited a hiss from her tight lips, one that he undoubtedly knew was of pleasure. He'd been right in his hypothesis.
"What's rude is pushing an innocent woman into a wall and kissing her without permission," Mikasa barked, trying to ignore the sweet feeling of the expert pressure between her legs. She didn't want to admit that it made the anger she harbored against Eren in that moment a little satiated.
"But Ackerman, you're not innocent by any means," he said dauntingly, his other hand reaching for her pale, angry face. "Eren made you upset again, did he?" Mikasa didn't respond, her brows furrowing together, mixed with her angry thoughts, the thoughts Levi was provoking, and the horridly delightful feeling she was still trying to ignore. She averted her eyes away from commanding gaze. "I'll take that as a yes. Do you want to talk about it?" Silence. "I'll take that as a no. Well, if you don't want to talk, there are other ways to find resolve from sexual frustration."
"Sexual frustration?" Mikasa spat, nearly laughing. "What are you even talking about, Heichou?"
"Don't play stupid, Ackerman. You're face is as red as a cherry. You may be one hell of a liar to anyone else, but you can't lie to me. Tell me, is what I'm doing to you right now turning you on?" Her face grew redder, her teeth ground together, though she didn't say anything. She didn't have to. "Does it make you want me to do something more?" Still, no answer.
Sighing, Levi dropped her to the floor, releasing her wrists and stepping back, turning to face the direction of the hallway leading to the staircase.
"You may be able to lie to yourself, but, as I said, you can't lie to me, Ackerman." He watched her as she glared at him, confusion in her dark, stormy eyes, before she eventually stared at the ground, unable to meet his gaze. Then she turned away from him, taking a step away.
"Don't you dare touch me like that again," she spat, trying to keep her cool as she began down the hallway, but Levi could still see her trembling in her boots.
Fine. I won't be half-assed about it next time, he thought. Oh, that would royally piss her off. So she thought she was going to walk away? That was a shame. There was no fun in that, and he wouldn't even be able to prove his point unless she gave in. Then all of this was wasted effort, and he didn't really feel like settling for his hand, today, not after watching her boil beneath his control.
He was behind her in a second, and she was off her feet and suspended in the air in the next, over his shoulder and unable to break free as he headed for the stairs.
"Heichou!" she shouted, struggling as he held her expertly on his shoulder, her arms pinned and her legs unable to reach him. She was putting up quite a fight, though; he couldn't deny that. He wondered what sort of chemicals were burning in her stomach as she discovered that for once, she wasn't the predator, but the helpless prey.
She didn't stop struggling until he reached his room and was tossed to the floor, the door locked behind him as she regained herself from the fall.
"What the hell, heichou?!" she said again, staring up at his intimidating figure incredulously, a faint glimmer of fear in her eyes. That was a new one. "What are you doing?"
"The real question is, what are you doing, Ackerman?"
"What the hell do you mean?" Before responding, he suddenly fell to the floor, pinning her wrists down on either of her head, pressing his body into hers with delightful ease, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest.
"What are you doing, sulking after a stupid teenage boy who gets off in the shower when he's too blind to see someone who's perfectly willing to get him off, herself?"
"Is that what this is-" Her shout was cut off by his knee sliding back into place between her legs, along with his lips finding hers for the third time that day. Probably her third kiss. What a shame for Eren.
"This is how you want Eren to touch you," he said huskily, moving to nuzzle her ear with his nose, his hands slowly climbing from her wrists to her hands, his knee moving ever so slightly back and forth to tease her frustrated core. Mikasa let out a gasp, a mix of surprise and pleasure, and for one brief second she did imagine that it was Eren on top of her, making her feel these emotions that she wished she wasn't feeling.
It was thrilling, the way she had been taken completely off guard, embarrassed, held against her will, and completely overpowered. She had no idea what was going on, and she wasn't sure that she liked it, but she also wasn't sure that she didn't.
Levi took her silence and staggered breathing as a yes, and trailed his nose down her jaw to her neck, and to his utter delight she raised her chin slightly, still picturing Eren moving above her, allowing him slightly more access.
"You want Eren to make you feel good, to make you feel needed, to satiate this never-ending hunger for a fight for dominance inside of you."
His words came out a whisper against her hot skin, tickling her neck, and eliciting a moan from her that she hadn't meant to let out. She tried to ignore his words. They were true, but she didn't want to think about them.
Without warning, Levi bit into the skin at the base of her neck, Mikasa crying out in pain and joy as he began to suck on the skin, her back involuntarily arching into him. Levi held back a groan of his own at the feeling of her breasts pressing into him, so close to his face. One of his hands lifted, pulling hers with it, and dropping her palm into his hair, inviting her to grab it. She kept it still, unsure of what she wanted to do with it, but Levi's got straight to work, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up to expose her hardened stomach.
His hands were cold, chilling, thrilling to the touch. Soon the other joined in pushing up her shirt, as he sat up straddling her waist, until he reached the base of her breasts and slid his hands up and underneath her bra. Mikasa's face may have been red before, but it was nothing in comparison to now. She gasped at the feel of his hands squeezing her breasts, suddenly feeling an ache between her legs, one similar to the one she got when she fought with Eren, but this one was more intense. She needed relief.
It got worse when his thumb trailed over her nipples, Mikasa bucking her hips and letting out a groan, begging him to stop.
"But why should I?" Levi asked, teasingly keeping at his torturing touch. "Isn't this what you want from Eren? What's the difference if it comes from me, someone who's willing to give it to you, plus more?"
"I love Eren," she moaned, keeping her eyes shut to avoid his gaze. She knew she wouldn't be able to look away if she did get caught in his commanding, daunting stare.
"But you want this," he insisted, reaching around underneath her to unhook the bra, but leaving it in place. Mikasa didn't answer. She didn't know how to answer. She gasped and moaned again, much louder and definitely purely from pleasure as Levi's hand dipped down into her pants unexpectedly, pressing into her clothed, aching core. It felt so good, but it felt so wrong. It should be Eren's hand, not her heichou's.
"It's not going to be Eren's hand," Levi said firmly and coldly, knowing exactly what was going through her head from the mix of emotions of her face. "If you want your frustration relieved, you'll have to make do with me. Though I don't see why you wouldn't want to." As he spoke, he continued to stroke her, enjoying with a sadistic pleasure the looks of joy and fear and terror and guilt on her face.
"I mean, why would you want Eren over me? Eren can't overpower you the way I can. He can't read you like a book the way I can. He doesn't know what you want, or how to touch you like this, the way you want him to." His fingers never stopped rubbing against her, even as he reached under her and lifted her off the floor, quickly moving to the bed. She wasn't resisting; she couldn't. He was right about everything he was saying, and she hated it. But she couldn't move. He'd caught her right in his trap, exactly where he wanted her.
Levi pulled away only for a second to discard his shirt as well as hers, the unclasped bra getting cast to the floor as well. His hand unbuttoned her pants and flew down the zipper to give him better access as he climbed atop her, pressing both of their bare chests together with a satisfying warmth as his hand dipped beneath her panties this time.
The look on her face when his fingers made contact with her thoroughly-and-satisfyingly-wet folds made his erection pulse angrily. She seemed to forget where she was, her eyes opening to settle half-lidded as she stared at the ceiling, unaware of the constant moan leaving her parted, dry mouth. He decided to fix that, leaning his head down to kiss her for a fourth time, enjoying the sound of her moan being muffled by his mouth. His tongue entered and swirling down into hers at the exact time his fingers pushed into her slippery entrance, causing the poor, confused girl beneath him to cry out in joy, her back arching incredibly high, her hands finding his hair and his back to grip.
She felt amazing. Everything about his touch was thrilling, challenging her for more. He was taking away the ache she had suffered through for the longest time, giving her all she had never realized she wanted from Eren. His mouth on hers was demanding, he was everywhere, always in control. His expert fingers moved in and out of her so swiftly she could barely feel the difference. His tongue was strong, always pushing hers down when she started to fight back. She could feel the hardness in his pants as he moved his hips against hers so fluidly.
When she was close to nearing her high, Levi suddenly stopped, and sat up on his knees. For the first time Mikasa opened her eyes, taking in the sight of his fiercely toned and chiseled body, matched with his uncaring expression and bored eyes, under the mop of charmingly-styled hair. She blushed even more fiercely, realizing just exactly how attractive her heichou was.
But that blush was nothing in comparison to when she realized what he was doing. His fingers were moving quickly, undoing his jeans and pulling them down slightly, reaching into his boxers and letting loose his hardened member for relief of his aching erection. Mikasa stared at the size, not expecting such a length from of man of his short stature. On top of that, she wasn't expecting him to suddenly flip them, or for him to force himself into her mouth, hissing out in a velvety pleasure with her warm cavern surrounding his sensitive member.
"Now suck," he commanded, his unbelievably strong hand fisted into her hair and ready to guide her. Her face was redder than his tip as her tongue shyly felt the smooth skin of his cock inside of her mouth, taking in the unexpectedly salty taste briefly before he forced her head to bob up and down on him, taking care to remain gentle to test her gag reflex...or lack thereof. She seemed to be able to take it pretty deeply, though she didn't take the initiative of moving her head at all.
Oh well. At least she was sucking. Before long, he reached his limit, pulling her head away and finishing himself with a few strokes of his hand, and before Mikasa could say anything she was instantly on her back again, his mouth on hers and his hand pumping away at her core, the other massaging her breast. His tongue eventually found its way to her other breast, swirling around her nipple before taking it into his hot mouth. Mikasa practically screamed in pleasure, forgetting her name or what she was doing here in Levi-heichou's bed as he fingered her sinfully. She writhed beneath him, begging for an end as she approached her climax.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, tilting her chin to ceiling as he knew she wouldn't last much longer than a few more seconds, taking her into his mouth once more, showing her exactly who was in control as he finished her, pumping furiously as she rode out her orgasm, spewing juices all over his continually-moving hand.
Levi climbed up off her, allowing her to lie there and catch her breath, as he tucked his cock back into his pants and redid the fastens. He found both of their clothes on the floor, picking up hers first and dressing her while she wordlessly let him handle her body, still struggling to gain control of her breathing. He pulled his own shirt down over his head, watching Mikasa as she leaned forward, holding her stomach.
"What, are you really going to be sick?" he taunted, crossing his arms as he stood before her. She didn't answer him, and instead rose from the bed and crossed the room to the door, attempting to turn the locked knob and looking down with a sigh when she realized she was trapped in there with him.
Levi shook his head. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he was finished with her, but for her to just silently leave wasn't exactly it. It didn't really matter to him, though. As long as this got back to Eren, he didn't particularly care how it happened.
With a sigh, Levi crossed the room to unlock the door, pulling the key from his pocket and wordlessly holding it open for Mikasa, who was eager to leave as soon as possible. He vaguely wondered what was going through her head, but in the end, he figured he already knew.