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 nervesâwhat twisted tightly inside of his gut like a live wire sparking out of controlâwas that no one else did.
And that was a problem.
So he stood in the shower stall of the menâs 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 missionânot 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.
âYeah? You?â Connie snorted. âYouâd 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...â
âOh enough!â Jean puffed up instantly, shoving Connie by the shoulder and interrupting the rest of his lascivious thought. âIâd have her wrapped around my finger after just one night. She looks like she enjoys a little confidence in a man. Iâd take my time with herâa lot of time if you take my meaningâshe wouldnât have any energy left to worry about you idiots. She'd be begging me for more.â he wagged his eyebrows while the others scoffed and laughed at him.
Leviâs jaw flexed so hard he thought his teeth would crack. The water kept running. He could have stepped out at any moment. Theyâd shut up instantly. Theyâd never dare speak like this in front of himâtheir 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.
âThe only thing sheâd be begging you for,â Eren cut in lazily, âis for you to stop talking.â A beat passed, then, smugly, âSheâd want someone with fire. Someone who doesnât hesitate to take action. I bet she likes intensity. I could show her exactly how that translates in bed.â
Leviâs fingers tightened harder against the tile. He wondered how Eren would like five straight miles at dawn.
He wasn't insecure, and he didnât 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.
âOh for the love ofââ Arminâs voice cut through. âYouâre all impossible. Sheâs not going to fall for some brute act. Sheâd want something meaningful. Soft lighting, quiet conversation⌠someone who actually pays attention. Not just⌠charging in. You guys talk about her like sheâs just some kind of item to you.â
Eren scoffed. âYouâd overthink it until the moment passed.â
âBetter than scaring her off with your ego.â
They devolved from thereâcompeting with each other, posturing themselves, painting pictures with their words that made Leviâs 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 didnât. 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.
âDonât you idiots have something better to do?â he said sharply and quietly.
He was never loud, because he didn't need to be. Jean swallowed. Connie went stiff. Erenâs jaw set, but he didnât 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. âMissionâs over, but that doesnât mean you get to stand around gossiping like some bored civilians.â
His gaze flicked between them, very cold and deliberate.
âThe stables are filthy. The equipment room is worse. If I hear another word out of any of you, youâll be doing skull drags in the mud until you go baldâ
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 didnât move, and it didnât 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 didnât plan to be subtle about it.
***
You admired your reflection in the cracked mirror of the womenâs 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.
Youâd 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 listenâwhich meant she was very much soaking in every word.
âConnie definitely has the biggest one,â Sasha said matter-of-factly. âI saw the bulge yesterday. Very clear. Thereâs no room for debate.â
You chortled, choking on your sip of water.
âSasha!â You shot her a scandalized look in the mirror, your lips curling into a sly smile. âYou nasty littleââ
âAll balls, no dick,â Mikasa muttered flatly, not even looking up from her thumbnail that she had been picking.
Sasha gasped dramatically. âLike you would know.â
Mikasaâs head didnât move but her eyes swiveled Sashaâs direction.
âYouâre too busy riding Erenâs to observe anyone else,â Sasha finished smugly.
Mikasa sat upright so fast her cot creaked like a rusted door hinge.
âI. Am. Not. Riding. Erenâs. Dick,â she said evenly â which somehow made it more defensive. âItâs not like that.â
âYeah,â you chimed sweetly, âand water isnât wet.â
Her glare swung to you threateningly.
âOnly kidding!â you laughed nervously, raising your hands. âRelax.â
You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs casually.
âI think Captain Levi probably has the biggest,â 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?
Canât handle my cock, can you? Moaning and making such a huge sceneâtchâŚpatheticâŚâ
Heat crawled up your neck at the memory.
Sasha squinted at you. âWhat was that shiver?â
âItâs cold,â you said too quickly.
âCold?â Christa smiled innocently. âOr hot somewhere else?â
âOh give it a fucking rest,â you muttered, though you were grinning. âSince when do you partake in dirty talk, Christa? I thought you were pure and holy.â
Christa rolled her eyes. âDoesnât matter what Levi is working with. Heâd never date anyone. Especially not someone in his squad.â
If only she knew.
âI think he would,â you said casually, inspecting your braids. âIf it were the right woman.â
Mikasa snorted. âAnd you think youâre the woman who can crack Captain Leviâs aloofness?â
You shrugged.
âI think heâd be a boring lover,â Christa added thoughtfully. âProbably turns sex into a chore.â
âWrong,â you muttered under your breath.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
Christa tilted her head. âNo offense, Y/n, but itâs obvious you like him.â
You stood slowly.
âNone taken. And yeah. I do.â You smirked. âAnd I bet I could get him to kiss me tonight at the overflow.â
Mikasa snorted âI like the odds against thatâŚâ
Christa laughed. âYeah, Iâd be willing to bet you fail miserably.â
âBet how much?â 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.
âHow long have you been there?â Christa squeaked.
âOh, since Connieâs bulge,â Hange waved her hand dismissively. âBut donât think of me as your section commander right now. Think of me as⌠an investor.â
Mikasa groaned, recognizing the unmistakable scent of incoming bullshit
Hange pushed off the doorway. âWhat do you guys think the odds are on Y/n getting Levi to kiss her tonight during mess hall overflow.â
âFat fucking chance,â Mikasa said dryly. âIâd bet my life she fails. Nobody could dream of getting that pipsqueak to loosen his drawers.â
Your smile widened slowly.
âI think weâd all be surprised at what might loosen him up, donât count me out completely.â
The other girls fussed and giggled. Mikasa rolled her eyes, fiddling with the end of her scarf.
Hange clapped her hands once. âLetâs involve the boys., and make it interesting. Double the humiliation, double the stakes. Come on ladies, Iâm sure theyâre already halfway through their first kegâWe canât let them have all the fun!â
You met Hangeâs eyes as the others scrambled out of the room, chittering excitedly.
She had already figured you out, so for her it wasnât a gamble. Just a fixed race.
âBe honest,â you muttered once you two fell a few steps behind the others, boots thudding against the cobblestone. âHow long have you known?â
Hange adjusted her glasses, suspiciously pleased with herself.
âWhen your âcleaning rotationâ started lasting suspiciously long. Nobody enjoys cleaning toilets that much.â
You nearly tripped over your own feet. âWellâŚLevi does like things to be very tidyâŚâ
âOh yes, Iâm sure he does. He must have been scrubbing that supply closet floor very thoroughly for you to be crying out, âYesâLevi! Harder⌠right there!ââ
Your hand flew to her mouth. âStop. Talking.â
âIt wasnât so hard to put the pieces togetherâ she murmured around your hand.
You groaned. âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd youâre loud.â
You shoved her shoulder playfully. âShut up. It's quality sex, can you blame a girl?â
Hange just laughed as the lights of the mess hall came into view. âOh, donât worry,â she said lightly. âYour little secretâs safe with me. I enjoy watching chaos unfold naturally.â
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.
âAbout time.â Mumbled Eren. âIt 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.
âWell how noble of you to make an effort.â She said sarcastically. You felt eyes on you as you took your seat. Armin shifted uncomfortably next to you, remembering the locker room talk earlierâ 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.
âI was about to win, what the hell?â Scoffed Jean.
âI actually have something else we can all cast bets on.â She grinned like a sly fox, peeking at you from the corner of her eye.
âGo on.â Said Connie, grinning drunkenly as he leaned on his elbows, scooting closer to the table.
âWell, us ladies were just chatting in the barracks earlier, ya know, girl talkâ"
âJust spit it out already.â Said Eren stoically, as if he couldnât be bothered to hear any back story.
Hange continued, ignoring him. ââand we came to a disagreement on whether y/n could get Levi to kiss herâtonight here, in the mess hall. She seems to think she can.â
You frowned slightly as the table erupted in laughter.
âGeez, tell me you have no faith in meâŚâ you murmured into your second cup of ale.
âItâs nothing to do with you, sweetheart, please believe me,â Jean started with his best seductive smirkâyou cringed. âItâs just that we're not even sure Levi is straight.â
âAnd if he is, I donât think he had any interest in anything that doesnât involve the scouts. He lives, breathes, and eats to kill titans. Heâd probably make love to a titan before he did with a beautiful woman.â Connie finished.
âI will personally take on toilet duty for three whole months if you get Levi to kiss you here, tonight.â Jean stated.
âI donât know why youâd want to kiss him anywaysâŚâ grumbled Eren, earning a disgruntled look from Mikasa who shifted next to him awkwardly. âBut Iâm in, Iâll take your stable duty for two months. Shoveling shit. If you can get Levi to kiss you.â
Armin looked at you sheepishly. âI believe in you. Iâll wager against them. If Iâm wrong, Iâll double Erenâs two months of stable duty and do it for four.â
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.
âAlright, alright! You idiots are thinking too small here.â She captured their attention.
Jean leaned back. âOh? And whatâs your grand master plan, Four-Eyes?â
Hangeâs grin sharpened. âIâm betting she can do it.â
The laughter and scoffing roared a little louder.
âAnd if she does,â Hange continued, pointing dramatically at the boys across the table, âevery single one of you who doubted her will assist me in my titan experiments for one full month.â
The table went dead silent. Connieâs face drained of all life. âAbsolutely not.â
âOh yes.â Hangeâs smile widened. âHolding down test subjects, recording data, cleaning jars, hell, maybe even a light bite test if Iâm feeling curious.â
Jean gagged. âThatâs not a bet, Hange thatâs a Psy-op.â
Eren narrowed his eyes at y/n. âAnd if she canât?â
Hange shrugged. âIf she fails, Iâll take your combined chores for two months. Toilets, stables, kitchen duty, and Iâll even personally polish Erwinâs boots.â
Armin blinked. âThatâs⌠actually fair.â
âFair?â Connie snorted. âYouâre asking us to wager our lives!â
You slowly lowered your cup, eyes narrowing at Hange, knowing how unfair and rigged the bet was, considering Hange already knew about your âtasteful little relationshipâ with Levi. âYouâre awfully confident in Levi.â
Hange leaned over, resting her chin in her hand as she studied her. âOh, Iâm not betting on Levi. Iâm betting on you.â
Jean scoffed. âThereâs no way Captain Stick-Up-His-Ass is kissing anyone. I doubt he even knows how. Count me in.â
Christa shook her head, taking a big swig. âNah, Iâm not that bold. Last time I helped you out with titan experiments, I was washing titan ass for two hours, I'm out.â
Eren crossed his arms. âHeâd probably glare her into the floor before she could even get within a foot. Count me in.â
Connie nodded. âI agree, Iâm in too.â
âMm, alright then!â Hange tapped her finger thoughtfully. "Heâs predictable and cold. Can she do it? Will she fail? I guess weâll just have to see.â
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 didnât want to be exclusive? Didnât 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.
âSo what exactly are the terms?â
âSimple,â Hange said brightly. âYou 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.â
Connie raised a finger. âCan she provoke him?â
Hange gave a silly grin. âItâs encouraged, for our entertainment, of course!â
Mikasa rubbed her temples. "This is fucking stupid.â
Eren leaned forward, staring at you. âYou really think you can pull it off? Why not just go for somebody you already know wants you?â
âLike who?â
Every man at the table shifted awkwardly.
âNevermind..good luckâ 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. âItâs official!â
She snatched a random scrap of paper and scribbled furiously. âWitnessed and agreed upon by the drunken idiots of the 104th Cadet Corps!â
Connie chuckled. âI love this already. You donât have a leg to stand on when it comes to that manâŚhe has the emotional capacity of a pencil.â
Armin smiled softly at you. âYou got this.â
Jean leaned over to Connie. âYou realize if she does win, Hange is going to make us hand-feed a titan, right?â
Your lips curled slowly.
âThen I guess you better pray I donât.â
Across the mess hall, the doors creaked open, and in walked Levi. He looked clean, as always. But as for collectedâhe was lacking. His eyes looked dark and angry. His jaw was clenched and flexed as if he were grinding his teeth.
Hangeâs eyes dimmed behind her glasses.
âGood luck," Eren chuckled, âHe looks in a great mood.â
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 doesnât really want you. He just likes the sex.
You pushed the thought far down and put on your best game face.
âHello there.â 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.
Heâs 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 slightlyâand visibly pouted, rubbing the rim of your drink with the tip of your finger, eyes cast down.
âSomething on your mind?â He asked curtly, studying your face. "Why aren't you with your friends?"
âOh itâs nothingâŚjustânevermind.â You ployed, knowing he couldnât resist.
âTell me. Now.â He said quietly, keeping his expression neutral.
You sighed deeply, as if frustrated. âI just came over here to get a break from the guys. Theyâre overbearing.â
âNothing I canât fix. Whatâd they do now?â He questioned you, taking another deep drink.
âWellâŚArmin and I talk quite often, as you know. He says they all⌠how do I put this? I guess they placed wagers on me...?â
Leviâs eyes froze still on yours, and he sighed annoyed.
âJust be clear, what are you saying?â He chastised.
âWellâŚapparently they all bet on who could sleep with me first. Apparently Eren is confident he will win. So silly isnât it?â 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 couldnât wait to wake them upâall hung overâand make them run until he could take an educated guess at what they had eaten the night before.
âIs that so?â He asked glaring them down menacingly, their glances all scattered quickly, pretending they hadnât been observing from afar.
You gave a soft, teasing shrug. âThe saying goes 'boys will be boys'âŚI meanâitâs not as if they know about us. The way we sneak around, they obviously think Iâm available. Putting bets on me like Iâm a prize mare.â
Leviâs fist tightened at his side as if he was imagining crushing someoneâs head in his palm.
âRepeat that.â Levi demanded, moving much closerânot because he couldnât 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.
âNo fucking wayâŚâ Eren said in a stale tone. âHeâs just having trouble hearing her; itâs too loud in here.â He rationalized.
You tuned square to Levi, who was dangerously close. You could feel his breath on your cheek.
âI saidâŚtheyâre putting bets on me like I belong to them. They think itâs funny.â You whispered close to his ear. âArmin 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 nameâŚ. heinous stuffâHow does that make you feel, Levi?â You batted your eyes at him breathlessly.
âTheyâre that curious?â he said flatly. âFine. Let's let them watch.â
You studied his expression, confused. "Watch whâ"
Before you could finish your thought, Leviâs 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 squadâs table. You peeked at them from the corner of your eye, Erenâs 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 didnât 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 wasnât far. His forehead nearly brushed yours, breath warm against your lips.
âI wonder if anyone else is confused about who you belong to?â he asked quietly.
You shook your head, even though it was still spinning.
âI highly doubt that.â You said sheepishly, Levi stood, taking your hand.
âGet up. Now.â He demanded.
âWhere are we going?â You asked breathlessly taking his hand. He pulled you to your feet, taking you under his arm possessively.
âAnywhere but the supply closet.â 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 didnât seem capable of closing.
âFive a.m.,â he said evenly, staring between Jean, Connie and Eren. âFull gear. Youâre running.â
âAnd if I hear one more word about wagers,â he added, calm as ever, âyouâll be running until you need a wheelchair.â
Satisfied, he nudged you forward, keeping you just ahead of him, his hand still planted securely at your waistâguiding you gently forward. He didnât 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.
âThey can place their little wagers.â
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.
âBut I'm always going to be the one to collect.â
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