Eren took a deep breath, breathing in the stench of a stale cinnamon candle and month old laundry, as he glared at his closet. What the fuck do you wear to your job at a porn studio? Technically he had gotten the job in a dirty hoodie and jeans. How he got the job in a dirty hoodie and jeans, he had no idea.

"Damnit!" Clean hands ran through damp hair viciously, pulling out a few unruly hairs by accident. It shouldn't be this hard to pick an outfit for work, but here Eren was. "Maybe Mikasa could take me out shopping…" His closet was already lacking; although part of the problem was that a good portion of his closet lay rampant across his room in dirty and clean piles, or sometimes a mix of both.

"Eren?" A small blonde head poked through the crack of the bedroom door, peeking in on the distressed scene.

"Armmmmm~" Eren whined at the sight of his friend. His bottom lip stuck out as his eyes softened, silently pleading his friend to rescue him from the hell known as fashion.

"I could hear your brain trying to think all the way from from the kitchen." Armin snickered before walking over to stand by his best friend's side.

"What the fuck do I wear to work?" The brunette moved away from his closet and plopped down on his bed with a thunk. His hands moved to push the "options" he had set out towards Armin to inspect.

"I've never had a job at a porn studio," he held his arms in front of him defensively, "But, I can tell you how to dress for graduate school." He raised an eyebrow and grinned as he pointed to his studious outfit. Armin practically looked like a professor already. His pressed red tie complimented his blue plaid button up that hugged him lightly; not too tight, yes not ill-fitting. His corduroy brown jeans looked soft and clean, something Eren wasn't familiar with. They contrasted against his dirty old Converse just enough for him to read as grad student rather than functioning adult.

Unlike Eren, his two roommates always had clean clothes, clean rooms, and real meals to eat instead of hot pockets. The two sometimes had to remind him that they did indeed have a washing machine in their apartment complex. Eren always just claimed that he didn't have time to do laundry; which was a complete lie. Out of the three Eren had the most time. When he wasn't watching porn, eating 'food,' or checking the mail to see if his mom had written.

"Just." Eren whined, falling back onto his mattress that screamed under his weight. "Pick something out. Anything."

"I know just the thing."

"Hngh, p-please, I ca~an't-" Moans filled Levi's headphones as he edited the scene on his computer in front of him. A small brunette girl was gripping the sheets with white knuckles as a nameless hand delicately tortured her moistened folds. Thick chocolate strands of hair, pulled lazily into a ponytail, stuck to her forehead from the sweat mixed with lube covering her body head to toe. Levi lazily pulled volume bars down slightly, not wanting to make his viewers go deaf at Sasha's screaming. The girl could never control the volume of her own voice, no matter how many times Levi yelled at her to tone it down.

"Jesus Christ, next time we shoot Sasha the Brat is going to fucking have the headphones on…" He found himself mumbling as he adjusted the headphones so they only sat on one of his ears. Just as he was about to edit a particularly important back-arching scene, there was a small knock on the door behind him. Slamming his hand down on the space bar, he paused the video. "Come in." He spun in his chair like a villain from an action movie. Which, coincidentally, was exactly what he looked like to Eren apparently.

The boy timidly pushed the door open and visibly swallowed at the sight of Levi sitting down, legs spread wide open with one foot propped on his knee, practically inviting Eren to come between his legs and make himself at home. Eren shook his head at the thought. Sure Levi was attractive but he was far too intimidating.

"G-good morning Levi." Eren tried to smile through his awkwardness but it looked more like a cringe of fear.

"Good morning Brat." Levi's eyed found themselves unconsciously roaming over Eren's body. Looking him up and down as if her were a hunter stalking his prey. He wouldn't deny that once Eren removed his hoodie, he was extremely cute. He was tall, obviously, almost too tall for himself. Levi noticed that when he walked through doorways he slouched his shoulders even more than he already did; almost as if he were afraid his head might hit the top. Levi smirked at this. The kid had a good six inches from his head to the doorway, but he was still afraid of a small piece of wood. But that wasn't what Levi was drawn to. If he had to pinpoint it, he would say it was his arms. They were long and noodly; the complete opposite of Levi's own. Levi was sure if he had to, Eren would struggle moving sets around. Thank god for Commander Eyebrows and his goddamn biceps.

Eren could feel Levi's eyes fall on him and suddenly he felt very self conscious about his outfit. Had he let Armin go too far? His messy hair was almost managed underneath a black beanie that slouched off his head. It complemented the black and white plaid Armin had dug out from who knows where. He hadn't seen that thing since Sophomore year of college. Not only had his best friend managed to find his lost plaid, but he also somehow recovered his favorite skinny jeans. The favorite pair that everyone has; a little distress on the knees, a few rips here and there, a hole in the pocket that makes it utterly useless but you can't seem to throw them away. It was safe to say Eren had to hold back some tears when he saw those jeans once again. Armin rolled his eyes and pretended not to notice that his best friend was a total dweeb. As for his shoes, Eren was still rocking his own pair of ratty old Converse; something him and his best friend always shared.

Levi swiveled in his chair once more. "Your desk is over here." He pointed to the desk directly behind his own, mirroring his desk down to every detail, even the tissue box. "There's a trash can underneath. Use it." Tired eyes bored into Eren's.

"Okay."

Levi's arms crossed over his chest. "Any questions?"

"Um-"

"Perfect," Levi pointed to the seat by Eren's desk, "drag that over here and sit. You're going to watch me edit this, ask questions if you want, otherwise be quiet."

"I-" Eren's eyes scanned the room for the chair. His heart was beating faster than he thought it could. Was he having a stroke? What were the signs again? You can't feel the left side of your body? Damnit why didn't he pay more attention to that in school.

"EREN." Levi snapped angrily.

"Y-yes!" He screamed. Startled by his tone and also the first time Levi had directly addressed him by his name. As if his heart wasn't already beating a hundred miles an hour.

"Get your head out of your ass and move it." Levi's brows creased together even more than they currently were. Apparently it was possible for them to get closer.

"Sorry sir…" Eren rushed over to his desk to grab the chair and quickly pushed it up to the computer.

"Headphones." Levi grabbed the spare pair of black Beats on the right side of the desk and handed them to Eren. "For the purpose of today only put one side on your ear and keep the other free. You'll need to hear everything that's happening on and off screen. When you're editing on your own feel free to use both headphones or just one. Hanji has a tendency to scary people who have both headphones on." A pale finger pointed to the screen. "This is a semi-solo scene with Sasha and Ymir. Ymir isn't shown, but her hand is. Sometimes we have female scenes without a second partner shown so the focus is kept on her. Men get in the way." Levi talked fast, but not too fast that Eren couldn't follow. He nodded along as Levi talking. This apparently pleased Levi because he was about to continue before Eren interrupted.

"What about gay scenes?" Eren asked, surprisingly without blushing.

"What about them?" Levi inquired.

"Do men get in the way?"

Levi snorted. "Please." Eren raised an eyebrow, confused by the man's answer but didn't press it any further. "Here we have Sasha about to climax. The camera comes in closer, only slightly, we don't want to do a jump cut yet. The viewer's eyes need to follow the actress and the scene very carefully."

Eren nodded again, eyes glued the the screen. Levi smirked, sneakily moving the headphone off his other ear, quickly smashing the space bar, sending screaming moans into Eren's ears.

"fuCK" Eren ripped the headphones off this head, resting them around his neck as he stared at Levi with wide eyes.

"Loosen up kid." Levi smirked. "You're way too tense." Levi smirked before he placed his headphones around his own neck.

Hanji tapped her fingers on her desk in sporadic beats as she waited impatiently. "Erwin."

The blonde looked up from his phone, gazing over his glasses to look at the woman across the desk from him. "Hanji?"

"Levi is late."

Erwin's eyes darted down the clock behind Hanji's head, then back to her eyes. "He still have five minutes until the meeting starts." He smirked to himself.

"Yes but you know Levi just as well as I do… Maybe even more," Hanji wiggled her eyebrows, hinting at a particular memory the three shared after one drunken night. "If he's not ten minutes early for something that means he's late!"

"I'm sure he just got caught up training Eren and lost track of time." Erwin placed his phone down on Hanji's desk and crossed one leg over the other as he always did. "You know how thorough he is."

"But-" Hanji was about to elaborate before the door slammed open and Levi waltzed into the room. He didn't say anything as he wrapped his arm around the back of the chair parallel to Erwin's own, and slung his leg over it. He gently lowered himself until he was sitting perfectly straight, and opened his mouth.

"Let's get this started, I have a shoot in 30 minutes."

"Yes, let's." Erwin agreed.

Hanji wanted to say something, but some switch in her brain went from Hanji to CEO and she couldn't control it. "Our views are remaining steady as always. The top actor for this month is Reiner surprisingly." Hanji shuffled her papers around. "The scene with Marco was particularly popular, so we'll definitely have to look into that."

"Should we set up a solo scene with Reiner as a follow up? Who's to say it's Reiner everyone's after and not Marco?" Levi shrugged.

"Ah, but what about the scene with Reiner and Ymir? That was highly requested and it profited well. We could always make a sequel if we know it's going to be successful."

"It's up to Levi on that one." Hanji crossed her arms. "He knows his actors better than all of us."

"I think I have a few ideas for Braun." Levi chuckled to himself. "Everyone has a high schooler fetish deep within them and that kid is basically the quarterback of every gay wet dream." He turned to Erwin. "I'm thinking either locker scene with showers, or some sappy after prom shit with Christa. She still looks like a middle schooler."

Erwin chuckled at that before pointing out the Christa was almost the same age as Levi. "Christa and Braun, eh? Im not too sure how much Ymir will like that."

"She'll suck it up or I'll give her another scene with Kirstein." Levi raised from his seat. "I have a camera to clean and an assistant to prep so if you need me," he walked towards the door, "don't."

"I think he likes Eren, don't you?" Hanji grinned.

"He hasn't outright rejected him yet, so that's as accepting as Levi has been to an assistant so far." He shrugged before following Levi out the door.

"Okay, okay…. So if we move this here then…." Eren whispered under his breath as he moved film clips around in Final Cut, assembling the ending of the video. Levi had left the office in a hurry, swearing under his breath before essentially leaving Eren alone to finish the work Levi himself was nearly done with. He wasn't sure if he should be excited he finally got to edit, or mad that someone else's work was pushed off onto him.

"Oi," A deep voice vibrated behind Eren, causing him to shriek.

"Jesus Christ Brat."

"Oh my god, Levi." Eren clutched his heart through his shirt, feeling it beat at a mile a minute.

"Get up. We're filming in ten."

"Wait, what?" Eren was confused. Filming? He was still trying to get ahold of all of Levi's editing preferences and rules.

Levi stopped and turned. "What do you not understand about that sentence." His eyes bored into Eren's own, telling him to hurry up.

"I just…" Eren started then shut his mouth. "I'm coming." He rushed after Levi who was already making his way down the hallway at an impressive rate for someone with legs as small as his. Not that Eren would even mention this to Levi, he liked his balls attached to his body rather than in someone else's hands, thank you.

Levi rounded a corner and found the scene set and ready. It was a plain bedroom set, nothing too fancy, with a king bed covered in red silk sheets. He narrowed his eyes before walking onto the plush white carpet himself, and dimming the light on the nightstand.

"How does it look?" Levi asked. After hearing no response for a few seconds, Levi turned to his seemingly useless assistant and snapped his fingers. "Jaeger."

Eren bolted up. "Sir."

"You better start paying attention to me before I kick your ass to the curb. Do you understand? I don't want an assistant following me around like a lost puppy questioning every goddamn thing I say."

Eren opened his mouth to respond before another voice did for him.

"Levi, relax." Turning to where the voice originated, Eren swears he say Captain America standing before him. The tall man slowly made his way towards Levi.

"Fuck off Erwin." Levi scoffed, crossing his arms across his extremely toned chest.

Rather than being taken aback or scared by his words, Erwin placed his hands on Levi's shoulders and dug in slightly. "Relax…" His voice vibrated warmly through his neck, trying to pass it through his hands into Levi somehow.

"I don't need to relax, I need to work." Levi rolled his shoulders violently, shoving Erwin away. "Now that everything is ready, get off my set."

Erwin turned to leave, but before he did he placed a hand on Eren's shoulder. "You should at least try to relax, kid." And with that, he was gone. A few seconds went by before some voices were heard and two men wearing white robes walked in.

"Hey Levi." The taller one spoke. Eren looked him up and down. He didn't look like a porn star. He had weird hair, half of it was blonde and the other half brown. Eren though it looked stupid.

"Jean." Levi answered. "I hope you two stretched."

"Ah, we forgot." The shorter of the two responded, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He was a cutie if Eren ever saw one. Not only did he have a baby face, making him look forever young, but it was covered in the most innocent freckles Eren had ever seen.

"Jeez Marco, no need to sell us out." Jean looked away bashfully. "You pull a muscle on set one time."

"It's always better to be honest-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Jean waved him off. Eren assumed Jean heard lectures from this Marco boy a lot.

"Did you at least read the script." Levi interrupted.

"Of course boss." Jean held up a hand. "What kind of person do you take me for."

"An asswipe." Eren couldn't stop himself before a laugh erupted from his throat.

"And who the hell are you?" Jean turned to the assistant who had gone unnoticed until now.

"Eren."

"Well Eren, why are you on my set?" Jean's inner diva was emerging, and levi was having none of it.

"It's my set, you shit." Levi crossed his arms. Jean went to open his mouth again, but Marco placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "Get to fucking work."

"C'mon Jean. Let's get this done then grab some dinner." Thank Jesus for Marco.

"Jean gets too worked up for his own good. Good actor, shitty kid. He got in the business pretty young. He's probably around your age. Try and play nice." Levi asked as he shuffled around the camera. He reached for the sound mic and handed the pole to Eren. "Alright Brat, you're gonna be my sound because you're still learning cameras."

"I'm not-"

"You are. End of story. Get ready because there's about to be a scene shot and if you fuck this up, consider yourself fired." Levi shoved a pair of headphones into Eren's hands. "You film when I say you're ready to film."

"Robes off, let's go." Levi shouted on the set as he took his place behind his camera. Eren lifted the microphone above the bed, looking at Levi to make sure he was out of frame. Levi gave a thumbs up, and Eren tried to breathe.

Marco and Jean hung up their robes on two hooks located to the left of the scene, and waited a moment. Eren tried his best to ignore their naked figures, but it was still a shock for him. "I work at a porn studio" he whispered under his breath, still in disbelief.

"Quiet on set!" Levi yelled to the three other people present. Eren assumed it was just a natural instinct to warn people before shooting. He watched as Levi held up three fingers that slowly disappeared one by one. Then suddenly, everything changed. Levi's face softened as two models slowly made their way towards the bed.

Marco's deep chocolate eyes twinkled as he bit his lip, looking up at the other hesitantly. Jean smiled down at his friend, running his hand up the side of his face delicately, staring into him. He Pushed his head forward so their foreheads were touching slightly, before his eyes fell from Marco's lips, to his eyes. Marco breathed in anticipation; Eren could hear it in his headphones. Eren actually found himself holding his breath before Jean pushed his head ever so slightly forward, and connected their lips. Small kissing sounds filled Eren's ears and he could feel his face flush.

Porn wasn't just about sexy lingerie and making creepy men bust a nut in three minutes. It was art. Jean was an ass, and Marco was a sweetheart, but watching the two begin to give themselves to each other was incredibly intimate for Eren. This is what sex should be, intimate and private, and between two people. Sure Eren had been on the other side of the screen, watching two people share their passions in the middle of the night as his teenage hormones coursed through his veins and found their way in a tissue moments later.

"P-please," Marco pleaded, snapping Eren back to the scene in front of him. Jean's hand had found its way down Marco's back, and he was lightly spreading his ass for the camera. Marco arched his back into Jean, sucking on his neck with vigor. Jean smirked into Marco's hair before lightly rimming his puckered hole. He teased him lightly, moving his leg between Marco's own, allowing him to spread the boy open even further. By now, Marco was putty in Jean's hands, almost leaning on him completely for support. Feeling this, Jean caressed Marco's butt before lifting him into his arms, shocking the younger man.

He let out a slight squeak as he was carried over to the bed, and placed down lightly. Levi suddenly moved from his place on the pedestal to the edge of the bed, coming closer to the couple. Eren followed in suit, not wanting to have lost audio. He carefully flowed around the left side of the bed, careful of his shadow as he moved throughout the scene. In all of his years in film, Eren's worst pet peeve was when there were shadows of people on screen. They were hell to edit out, and eren wanted to save himself some time in the future.

Hearing the sound of a bottle open, Eren knew what was going to happen. The once soft and gentle Jean was getting more and more needy. Eren could see his hot red erection pulsing against Marco's leg as he plunged a finger into his lover. Marco's back arched as Jean moved his finger around aggressively. Eren could only imagine the pain coursing through Marco's body, but the smile on his face convinced him otherwise. Eren himself wasnt all that versed in the sexaul world; he barely had the courage to put a single finger in himself, let alone a toy of any kind. Eren was, without a doubt, the biggest virgin at the company. It wasn't that there wasn't anyone interested in him, no that wasn't a problem at all. Eren had just been far too busy for love life since his life went from high school, to college, to living at home doing nothing. Of course he could have dated her jerk that was on shift with him at Smoothie King when he was in college, but to be honest he was a creep. Eren longed for nothing more than what Jean and Marco were having in this very moment. Love.

So, sorry about that two month long break guys. College started up and boy has it been stressful. I finished midterms this week and the guilt of not writing had built up and exploded so this happened and IDK if its any good but I am praying to the fanfic gods that you like it. If you want more Hana, then I suggest following my tumblr! SpadesToStars is where i write mini things, or share things i think are cute and stuff so yeah. Hope everyone is have a good week, and that this chapter makes your day a little better. See you soon.
~Hana

PS Blushing Virgin Eren is a GO