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When his friend and colleague Hanji had told him about the upcoming concert of his favorite rock band Attack Titan , Levi had agreed with them that going together was a good idea. Even their boss and long time friend Erwin had shown interest, and Levi had thought that extending the invitation would only upgrade the original idea from good to great. 

Plus, with all the hours they were going to spend waiting for the concert to start, it was a good thing that Erwin was coming along. Hanji had the tendency to be boisterous and Levi had little patience and homicidal tendencies, so they needed someone calm and composed to balance them out. 

Still, Levi should have known better. 

“Hanji!” Levi bellowed as his friend passed through the security check and started sprinting towards the stage. 

“What? If you guys are any slower we’ll be watching them from the exits!”

Levi sighed as he waited for Erwin to catch up and watched helplessly as Hanji kept running, manic laughter echoing loudly. They made their way to the stage trying not to lose sight of their friend. 

“We should have brought a leash,” he muttered and Erwin laughed.

“I don’t think we’re gonna lose them easily. They’re loud.”

“It’s a concert . Everyone is loud.”

“Everyone is not Hanji.”

Well, he couldn’t really argue with that. 

By the time they reached the stage, they still could easily spot Hanji as they were basically bouncing up and down with excitement. Levi and Erwin had no trouble recognising the messy ponytail appearing and disappearing periodically above the heads of the crowd.

“They’re gonna hit someone accidentally.”

“Good thing I’m a lawyer,” Erwin said, winking at Levi. 

Levi snorted and rolled his eyes. Erwin’s looks and constantly serious expression always gave people the idea that he was unapproachable, but the truth was that his façade was just hereditary from his father. In hindsight, Levi had never been unfazed by the hard exterior and had recognized it right away for what it was, especially since Levi himself had the same defense mechanism. Maybe that was the reason why they got along so well.

They reached Hanji shortly after, Erwin — ever the diplomat  — shooting apologetic glances at the people close to their hyperactive friend. 

“Look how close we are to the stage!” Hanji yelled excitedly. 

To Hanji’s credit, it was true. There were not a lot of people between them and the stage, a total distance of four or five meters. Apparently the few hours of waiting outside and Hanji’s earlier sprint had been worth it. 

After a while, Erwin went to get beers for everyone while Levi remained with Hanji, who thankfully had started to calm down. Levi was pretty sure it was to save their energies for the start of the actual concert, but in the meantime he was glad to enjoy the temporary blessing and talk to his friend somewhat normally. 

Erwin came back with the beers and they had a celebratory toast that resulted in Hanji spilling alcohol all over the three of them.

-

The Attack Titan had a decent opening band and Levi started getting more into the mood of the concert as they played. Being cramped up against strangers wasn’t a lot of fun, especially not with the summer’s heat making everyone extra sweaty and smelly, but the music was distraction enough. 

The opening band, The Warriors , had a soft, almost melancholic sound that Levi enjoyed for a while. Soon, though, he became restless, too excitedly looking forward to the main act. 

The Attack Titan was a very disruptive sounding band right on the edge between hard rock and heavy metal, which had people either loving or hating them for it. Personally, Levi loved the sound. The aggressiveness of both the music and the lyrics helped him soothe his own anger, which was something Levi needed quite frequently. 

The band had three members: Mikasa Ackerman on the drums and backup voice, Jean Kirschtein on the bass and main voice, and Eren Jaeger on guitar. 

Levi was a bit of a fan especially of the guitarist, he even had notifications turned on for when he posted on instagram (something that Hanji must never find out). Levi had started nurturing a bit of an obsession and not just because of his unruly hair always kept in a messy bun and gorgeous green eyes. Once Levi learned that Eren was the one writing all the lyrics to their songs the fixation fully took over, and now he knew every piece of information available to the public about Eren’s life.

Also he may have a (hidden, because Hanji) folder on his laptop with all professional photos of Eren. 

Totally normal and balanced behavior.

A faint buzz of excitement settled in his stomach as he finished his beer. He’d be seeing Eren soon. He couldn’t fucking wait. 

By the time the Attack Titan were scheduled to start playing, Levi only had to threaten one or two people for flicking ash in his direction while taking a smoke, which was a personal record. Why the fuck were people smoking while they were forced to be so close to each other? 

Finally the lights were shut off and three shadows appeared on the stage. People cheered, the crowd insurging towards the stage as the band started playing their first song of the night. Lights started flashing, following the rhythm of the drums, and Jean started singing. 

Hanji went absolutely ballistic and this time Levi couldn’t help but to join them in their yells and cheers. He saw with the corner of his eye Erwin laughing incredulously at him, so Levi flipped him off and started singing along even louder. 

Jean was a good frontman, charming but not too cocky, and the crowd was hanging from his lips, ready to follow every gesture… but Levi had eyes only for Eren Jaeger. He had a dark green tank top and black tight jeans, an outfit carefully coordinated with Jean’s and Mikasa’s, as was their makeup. 

Eren had his hair tied up and he had an expression of deep concentration that Levi instantly committed to memory. He shamelessly and openly stared and, fuck it, who cared if he was? Eren was handsome and Levi couldn’t stop looking at the way his skilled fingers moved over his guitar, the way his sun-kissed skin was glistening with perspiration and his green eyes shone with passion. 

Levi knew Eren generally was a very private person, always emanating an indifferent, bored attitude, but when he started playing he became extremely expressive and liked to interact with the crowd with contagious smiles, encouraging people to sing along. 

It wasn’t a big interaction, but it worked. When Eren opened up, he had the tendency to be quite intense, especially his eyes, and people often were left enchanted with a single glance. Enchanted as Levi was right now, though he doubted Eren could actually single him out, he was close to the stage but not that close. 

Levi had the time of his life singing and jumping with his friends. Well, Erwin didn’t quite consent to all the dancing around and shouting song lyrics in each other’s ears, but neither Levi nor Hanji really cared about that.

Eren and Jean even bickered here and there, throwing a jab or two at the other in between songs, Mikasa sometimes intervening as the pacifier, the crowd going wild with laughter and cheers. It was a funny bit, Levi had no problem admitting it, but people tended to have exaggerated responses caused by all the online speculation about Eren and Jean being secretly in a relationship. 

Levi had believed it at first, but now, seeing it live, it looked more like two close friends or even siblings yanking each other’s chain. Levi ignored how that thought made him feel better. 

At one point, while the band played one of the heaviest songs in their set, some people in front of Levi started a mosh pit. 

“We are so going in,” Hanji shouted in Levi’s ear, making him wince. 

“Fine.” Levi tried very hard to pretend he was just following Hanji along, but Hanji’s laughter told him they were not fooled in the least. 

They turned to Erwin, who had a horrified expression on. “Absolutely not. I’m gonna fall and crush someone to death.”

“Aren’t you a lawyer?”

“I draw the line at murder trials. Too much of a hassle.”

Levi laughed and launched himself in the pit with Hanji, following the circular flow of people that led them even closer to the stage. As they were approaching, Levi casually looked up and then did a double take as he found none other than Eren Jaeger looking right at him. 

Time slowed to a stop in Levi’s mind, because holy fuck, how was he supposed to process the person at the center of his obsession staring at him while playing one of Levi’s favourite songs? 

Then the crowd turned and Levi with it, forcing him to break eye contact. Levi focused hard on his breathing and avoiding getting trampled by the moving crowd, certain it had been just a fragment of his imagination, he must have been looking at someone else, there was no way Eren Jaeger from Attack Titan was truly looking—

But he was. 

As soon as Levi turned in the direction of the stage again, Eren was there, beautiful green eyes trained on Levi. 

“Holy shit, Levi, I think he’s looking at you!” Hanji screeched, which, somehow, strengthened in Levi’s mind the notion that it may be happening all in his head. 

But then Eren smiled and Levi suddenly didn’t give a fuck if it was meant for him or not, it was too contagious not to smile back. The song finished right as Levi and Hanji were closest to the stage, both clapping and hollering, Levi never taking his eyes off of Eren. 

As Jean started to speak to the crowd again, Eren brought his pick to his lips, gaze heated and so intense it took Levi’s breath away. Then, he walked closer to the edge of the stage and threw it in Levi’s direction.

Whether Eren truly was looking at him and meant for Levi to have the pick didn’t matter anymore, Levi was not going to pass up a chance to get the pick Eren had just kissed for fuck’s sake. Levi may have been short but he was strong, and when he jumped his legs carried him higher than the people around him trying to snatch Levi’s target. His hand closed around the plastic pick first and he cried out triumphantly. 

Hanji gave him a crushing hug but Levi couldn’t quite stop himself from glancing back to the stage. Eren had a self-satisfied smirk on his face and winked at Levi, making him blush. 

As Eren grabbed another pick from the stand of a back-up microphone, Jean addressed the situation. “The fuck were you doing?”

“What? You can throw your picks but I can’t?” Eren replied in an annoyed tone. 

Jean and Mikasa exchanged an incredulous glance. 

“Well, someone is being pissy.” Eren flipped him off and Jean continued. “For the next song…”

The rest of the concert went by smoothly and way too quickly for Levi’s taste. Eren had to do his share of interacting with the public, but every now and then he still locked eyes in Levi’s direction to share a smile or to wink, especially if the song got more suggestive. 

Levi held on to the pick for the rest of the evening. 

-

After the concert, Levi and Hanji reunited with Erwin. As they made their way to Erwin’s car, Hanji frantically told him what happened in the mosh pit, how Eren kept looking at Levi and how he had thrown the pick in his direction.

“Shut up, glasses. He didn’t throw it at me , he threw it and I happened to catch it.”

Hanji took their phone out of their pocket with a devilish glint in their eyes. “Why don’t we look at the evidence before judging, huh?”

Levi instantly was on his guard. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I took a video of course!”

“What! When?”

Hanji snorted. “You were too busy drooling over Eren to notice.”

Levi felt his cheeks redden significantly and Erwin barked out a laugh. They stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to watch Hanji’s video and, okay, maybe it could look like Eren was looking at Levi, but how delusional would he have to be to believe Eren had truly meant to  throw the pick at him? Of all the people present. 

“Wow, he was really staring at you.” Erwin said as the video ended. “You may have a chance with your idol, Levi.”

“Shut the fuck up, both of you.” 

“Oh, stop it, grumpy,” Hanji said, completely unfazed by Levi’s reaction. “Come on, show us the pick!”

Levi hesitated, but he was too curious. He had been too paranoid to observe it properly during the concert, too worried that someone would try and steal it. No harm in taking a peek now, right? 

He opened up his fist and held it in his palm for his friends to see. The pick was bigger than Levi had pictured in his mind, it was a deep red with a skeleton-like face of a monster and on the other side was printed the name of the band. 

“Very intense, it suits him,” Hanji declared after having inspected the tiny piece of plastic thoroughly. “Now come on, Levi. I want a picture of you holding it!”

Levi snatched the pick back and scowled. “Why would I do that?”

“To celebrate,” Erwin intervened. “And to make pleasant memories to look back to.”

Hanji was too quick to agree. “That’s right! We had fun, we should also take one of all three of us!”

Levi narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Erwin was wearing his expression that usually meant he had an ace up his sleeve and Levi didn’t like it one bit. It also seemed like Hanji had caught on before he could, which was even more infuriating. 

“Where’s the catch?”

Erwin raised an elegant eyebrow. “The catch in taking a picture? Afraid of not looking good enough?”

Hanji’s eyes almost burst out of their sockets in excitement. They knew they had him, the fuckers. 

“Fine.” 

Hanji had their phone ready, so Levi raised the pick in front of his face and used his free hand to flip the camera off. 

-

Levi woke up the morning after to his phone infuriatingly blowing up on his nightstand. 

Before he could smash the device against the wall, Levi took a deep breath, turned all notifications off and proceeded with his morning routine as if nothing had happened. He saw all notifications were coming from Instagram, so it couldn’t have been urgent. 

He showered and shaved, taking his sweet time because fuck whoever tried to ruin his sunday morning, especially since he still was enjoying his post-concert bliss. He wondered what he should do with the pick… he couldn’t play guitar so it wasn’t like he could actually use it, but maybe he could make a necklace out of it? 

Was that too pathetic?

He debated internally whether to tell Hanji about it, anything was material for potential blackmail with them and they had already too much on him. He made himself some tea — yes, tea even in the summer because Levi was committed , thank you very much — and took his phone out, deciding it was finally time to see what the fuss was about. 

Hanji had posted two pictures from yesterday, a selfie of all three of them together and Levi’s solo picture showing off Eren’s pick. What was surprising was that somehow Hanji’s picture had gone viral both on Instagram and on Twitter (according to some comments he was reading) and since Hanji had tagged Levi in both of the pictures, he was being flooded with a storm of new followers, likes and comments to all his most recent posts. 

His Instagram, strictly speaking, was boring. Hanji had bullied him into making an account and had to teach him how to post, the difference between a story and a post, etc. Initially, he hadn’t been a fan but then he started to use it to follow famous people he liked (band members, actors, activists) and the app grew on him. 

Hanji disapproved of his way of using it. They said Levi should use it to socialize and meet people and finally go on a date, that if he used it just to stalk celebrities he should just get Twitter. 

Levi felt that he had enough social apps on his phone already and didn’t need another one.

Nor did he need to date anyone. He was perfectly fine on his own.

Plus, it wasn’t like he was tempted to date anyone who had DM’d him, seeing how most of them were insulting him for getting the pick and how it wasn’t fair they didn’t get it. He didn’t bother opening the message requests section or the hidden requests, but scrolled through his main inbox to block whoever was being rude. 

And that’s when he saw it. 

Eren Jaeger had DM’d him. 

He choked on his tea, coughing and cursing every colorful word he could think about in that moment. 

There was no way that was true. No fucking way. It couldn’t be really him.

Before he could think it through, he dialed Hanji’s number.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you called! Have you seen it yet?”

Levi paused. They couldn’t know about the DM. “Seen what?”

“Eren Jaeger liked the picture I posted! I put the hashtag and it went viral, and then it went even more viral since he liked it.”

“Oh,” he said, then paused. “But is that… that’s not really him, is it?”

Silence. 

“Levi, it’s his verified profile.”

“Yeah but it could be a manager, right?”

“I mean, maybe, but I got that notification at like 3 am so I doubt that’s his manager’s doing.”

“Huh.”

He looked at the time of the DM: 8.37 am. So… maybe a manager?

“What’s going on? Why aren’t you freaking out? What are you not telling me?” 

“Nothing,” he said, way too quickly. He could almost hear Hanji’s eyes squinting on the other side.

“Really?” They asked, tone highly skeptical. “Then why were you calling?”

Levi settled for a half lie. “Because you posted my fucking picture and now my phone is blowing up.”

“And?”

“And I’m annoyed. It woke me up.”

“And?” 

Fuck, Hanji was worse than a dog with a bone. Levi sighed, bracing himself for their reaction.

“I received a DM from Eren’s account.” 

“OH MY GOD! DON’T MOVE, I’LL BE RIGHT THERE.”

With that, Hanji hung up and Levi was left regretting all of his life choices. 

-

Half an hour later, Hanji knocked frantically at his door. As Levi let them in, he noticed, unsurprised, that they were still wearing their pajamas; what did surprise him was Erwin trotting behind Hanji with a resigned expression on his face.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Levi asked, closing the door behind them. 

“I was summoned by Hanji, saying you were in — and I quote — an emergency situation .” 

They both turned toward their friend. Hanji shrugged, not an ounce of regret on their face. 

“What? Come on, you know Levi. This is an emergency for him, he doesn’t have any social skills.”

“Neither do you,” Levi snapped defensively.

“Exactly,” Hanji said, annoyed at them both for not following their line of thinking. “Which is why I brought Erwin with me.”

Oh . That kinda made sense. Still… Levi looked at Erwin, but he was chuckling. 

“Well, it’s sunday. It’s not like I had anything better to do anyways. This sounds fun.”

“Yeah, for you two,” Levi grumbled as he led them into the living room. 

“Don’t worry Erwin, we’ll find you someone to sleep with after we’re done with Levi.”

“I’m not sleeping with anyone,” Levi said, indignant. “He sent me a DM, it doesn’t mean he wants to sleep with me. Who says I’m interested in sleeping with him anyways?”

“We are,” Hanji and Erwin said in unison as they sat down on the sofa. 

“Don’t even start, Levi. You were eyeing him like a piece of candy for the whole concert,” said Hanji dismissively. “Now what does the DM say?”

Levi narrowed his eyes at them but couldn’t think of one single thing to say back. He stood like an idiot for a long time before sitting opposite of them on the coffee table and grabbing his phone. Unsurprisingly, it was flooded with new notifications, but Levi ignored them. He opened his Instagram DMs, scrolling down until he found Eren’s name. 

He took a deep breath, opened it and read it out loud.

Eren_Jaeger: I’m glad the pick is in the right hands 😉 

God, Levi was such an idiot. He felt his cheeks heat up and shifted uncomfortably on his seat. His friends, though, were not on the same page as him: Erwin looked pensive and Hanji positively gleeful. 

“That’s a good start. He’s not being too pushy, he’s giving you an out,” Erwin said. 

Hanji nodded. “What do you think, Levi? What do you want to reply?”

Levi just looked at them, dumbfounded. “You both are batshit crazy. He only mentioned the pick, you both talk like he confessed his undying love or some shit.”

Snorting loudly, Hanji rolled their eyes. “First of all, he’s never given out his picks before, did you know that? That’s why we’re being harassed by fans, it’s never happened before. And that’s why Jean and Mikasa were both so surprised at the concert. Even they didn’t see it coming.”

Levi blinked in shock. Was it true? It was dangerous information both in case it was confirmed or proven wrong. Levi tried to keep his imagination in check.  

“Secondly, if he cared about the pick he would have commented under my post. He only liked it, though, and DM’d you. Which means, that message is a conversation starter.”

Erwin nodded in agreement. 

Levi bit his lips. He wanted to believe them, and honestly what Hanji said made sense, but come on. These things only happen in, like, crappy movies and cheap romance books. Not in real life, and especially not to someone like Levi.

Still… he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to talk to Eren Jaeger.

“What do I tell him?” he asked, feeling like a lost kid. 

Hanji was ready. “Ask him if he meant to give it to you.”

“Good one,” said Erwin as Levi frowned.

“What if he says no?”

“Oh my god. Erwin, help me out here,” Hanji groaned into their hands.

“Eren was looking at you. Multiple times.”

“You were too far away to tell,” Levi retorted stubbornly. 

“You can clearly see it in Hanji’s video.”

Fuck, Levi had completely forgotten Hanji had a video. 

“ Fine, ” he snapped and typed out Hanji’s suggestion.

LeviAckermann: Did you mean for me to have it?

Hanji looked at it and tried to snatch the phone from Levi, but he was too quick to hide his hand. “Levi, you need to add some emojis. He used one, it helps reading the other’s tone!”

“I don’t use those things.”

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Hanji clutched at their hair. 

“He doesn’t want to be rejected by Eren of all people,” Erwin said, crossing his arms. “So he wants to reject Eren first.”

Levi narrowed his eyes at him. As he debated whether to add an emoji to his message or not, his phone vibrated again.

Eren_Jaeger: Of course I did

Levi stared at the message for so long that when he did look up, Hanji and Erwin were exchanging a dubious glance. He typed and sent his next message before his brain was fully caught up with him.

LeviAckermann: Is it really you?

“Levi, it's his verified profile! Of course it’s him!”

“Shut up, Hanji, it could be a manager or some shit!” 

“It’s actually a fair question. Wrong reasoning, though,” Erwin declared and Levi started to get the urge to punch them both in their faces. “Also you two sound like siblings bickering.”

Hanji and Levi absolutely did not keep bickering until Levi’s phone vibrated again. 

Eren_Jaeger: Oh, yeah. Our team doesn’t have access to any of our private profiles. 

Eren_Jaeger: But if you need any proof…

Eren_Jaeger: [Video]

“Holy fucking shit,” Levi whispered, eyes glued to the preview of the video in which a shirtless Eren with sleepy eyes was gazing back at him. 

“Ha! Nice one, Levi,” Erwin said, sounding impressed and patting him on his back. 

“What are you waiting for,” Hanji screeched excitedly. “Play it!”

For once, Levi agreed with them. He tapped on the video and it started playing on full screen. 

Eren was sitting up on what looked like his hotel bed, back resting against the cushioned headboard. He was wearing his hair down — Levi had never seen him without his trademark bun and the change almost gave him a heart attack — and, most importantly, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His goddamn sculpted abs were right there on full display and fuck, Levi needed to get a fucking grip because his mouth began to water. 

“Hi Levi, it’s Eren. As you can see, I’m all alone,” He quickly turned his phone to show the rest of his room, then pointed the camera back on himself. His smile was dashing and he leaned back against the headboard, showing off all of his upper body and holy fuck was that a fucking tattoo?! “That’s the boring side of a rockstar’s life for you, I guess. But, anyways, those clumsy DMs are all me, I promise. Hit me back if you want.”

The video ended but nobody moved. 

Levi’s brain had short-circuited somewhere between seeing Eren with his long hair down and seeing his tattoo above his hip bones, two elongated wings, one totally black and the other only outlined. 

He wanted to trace those lines with his tongue. 

And his abs? Those pectorals that looked like you could use them as a pillow for the best nap of your life? He briefly wondered if one could get brain damaged by getting too much blood rushing to his dick too fast. If the answer was yes, he was screwed, and not in the way he’d like right now. 

Hanji talked first. “So that… happened. Wow. Levi, you scored.”

“Nipples,” Levi said, still brain damaged.

Erwin nodded in agreement. Maybe he got some damage too. 

“Did you know he had a tattoo?” Levi asked Hanji, brain slowly kicking in. 

Hanji shook their head.”I don’t think I’ve ever seen him shirtless before. And since he looks like that I think I would have seen his pictures plastered everywhere by fans if he ever released them.”

That was true, Levi thought. 

Hanji gave him a soft slap on the head. “Get it together, pick boy, you need to answer. HA! You’re literally a pick me boy. Get it?” 

Hanji snorted a laugh, but Erwin was frowning so Hanji launched themselves into one of their long explanations. Levi took advantage of their distracted state to answer Eren. 

LeviAckermann: Wow. Showing off your nipples on the first day of chat?

LeviAckermann: You rockstars are easy.

Eren_Jaeger: Don’t slut shame me, my nipples are my best feature 

Eren_Jaeger: And how many rockstars are you chatting with, anyways?? 

Hanji stopped blabbering only when they heard an amused chuckle coming from Levi. They turned to him in horror and saw the chat. 

“Levi! You don’t slut shame him!”

Erwin was laughing. “Hanji, I think he’s doing fine. Maybe we should go.”

“What! No! I need to know how it goes!”

Hanji tried to hold on to Levi’s couch but Erwin was much stronger and lifted them up to throw them over his shoulder, even when they wouldn’t stop kicking and screaming. 

“Good luck, Levi,” Erwin called over his shoulder as he reached the front door. 

Hanji was begging. “Erwin please, I’m invested now!”

Levi made himself comfortable on the couch. “Bye guys. See you at work.”

Erwin saluted and they were off, leaving Levi alone in his apartment. Levi immediately opened the chat again, and may or may not have rewatched the video Eren sent a couple of times. 

Just one or two. 

You know, for research.

LeviAckermann: Just you, for now.

LeviAckermann: And I wouldn’t say best feature. They’re nice nipples, but I also liked the tattoo. I didn’t know you had one.

Eren_Jaeger: Are you one of those stalkery fans that know everything about their idol?

Yes, Levi answered in his head. Better not say it though. 

LeviAckermann: You should have found out before you sent me a shirtless video, don’t you think?

Eren_Jaeger: True. 

Eren_Jaeger: I was too eager to show off my nipples

Levi laughed. This was ridiculous to think about. Absolutely nonsensical that THE Eren Jaeger not only was chatting with him, but being openly flirty. They kept chatting for most of the day, taking a few breaks here and there when Eren needed to speak to the band’s team or when Levi needed to do some house chores. The conversation was too interesting, though, and Levi found himself laughing at his phone even after dinner. 

Eren_Jaeger: Can I get a picture of you?

LeviAckermann: You literally have my Instagram

Eren_Jaeger: I sent you a video, it’s only fair that you send me something back

Eren_Jaeger: And you never show all of your face in your pictures

Levi tried to take a selfie, really he tried, but it was just too awkward. The lighting was off, too many times the pictures were blurry, or the angle was plain wrong. 

LeviAckermann: I’m not really good at taking pictures of myself

Eren didn’t miss a beat. 

Eren_Jaeger: That’s okay. We could FaceTime, if you prefer

Eren_Jaeger: 555 - 745 6978

LeviAckermann: Aren’t you being pushy?

Eren_Jaeger: Absolutely

Eren_Jaeger: And I’d totally get it if you blocked me

Eren_Jaeger: I’ve just never been one for restraint

Well, that… was a lot to process. Eren Jaeger just gave him his number and he wanted to video call him. 

Levi’s hands started to sweat. He went to the bathroom to fix his hair and changed his pajama shirt for something less embarrassing, in this case a gray, long sleeved shirt that Levi felt showed off his collarbones pretty well. And it was tighter than the pj. 

He then saved Eren’s number — giggling a little too hard by himself while typing Eren’s name on his phone, he still couldn’t believe it — and settled on his bed, mirroring Eren’s position in the video. 

His hand trembled a little when he pressed the call button. He raised his phone to eye-level and waited.

Eren answered on the third ring. 

He was still sitting on his bed and this time he was wearing a shirt. Levi couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved by that. Eren was still wearing his hair down and it was brushing against his broad shoulders with every movement of his head, Levi very much wanted to feel it between his fingers. 

“Hi,” Eren said, smiling. He was so handsome and dashing that Levi forgot to breathe for a few seconds. “I didn’t think you’d call.”

“Maybe I liked your nipples too much.”

Levi had no idea what expression he was making but Eren burst out laughing, which was a relief. 

“I knew you’d like them. They never miss.”

“Why, did you send them to a lot of fans?”

Eren snorted. “No. First time I ever talk to a fan, actually. And if I had sent a picture of them to a fan before today I’m pretty sure it would have already gone viral.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Typical superstar behavior, you’re so full of yourself.”

“And yet,” Eren said, eyes gleaming. “You’re still talking to me.”

Levi’s lips twitched into a smile. “For now. And did you seriously send a shirtless video to the first fan you talked to?”

Eren waved a hand dismissively. “It paid off, didn’t it?”

“I could have sold it for a lot of money. Still can.”

Tilting his head to the side, Eren smirked. “Are you going to?”

No , Levi thought. I’m just gonna jerk off to it for the rest of my life.

“You could also sell the pick, since I’ve never given them away before,” Eren continued. 

Levi was so indignant at the idea that he immediately blurted out, “Over my dead body.”

Eren grinned triumphantly and Levi blushed furiously. 

“I still can’t believe I’m talking to you,” Levi confessed after a while. 

“I can’t believe I’m talking to a fan. Jean and Mikasa won’t stop making fun of me for it. I’ve always done my best to stay away from the public, I can barely handle interviews. And yet, here I am.”

That was something that Levi had noticed, having followed the band for quite some time. Eren rarely released interviews and it was always in the company of his bandmates. Levi had always found that frustrating, since he was most interested in Eren of the three. 

“Why are you though? Talking to me, I mean.”

Eren shrugged. “I loved watching you in the crowd. And I’m curious about you.”

Levi felt his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. “So, basically, you’re out of your mind.”

“That’s what Mikasa and Jean say,” Eren said, sheepishly. “But, hey, my instinct is never wrong. So, tell me about you.” 

“I’m boring. I’m an accountant, you’ve seen my colleague and my boss at the concert. Those are pretty much all the friends I have and how I spend most of my time.” 

Eren’s expression didn’t change. “What do you like to do?”

Levi looked down, embarrassed, fully aware of what would happen once he admitted to being a freak to a fucking rockstar. “I like to clean. And to drink tea. And… well, listening to music, I guess.”

“Huh, I guess I have to reconsider my stance on tea. I always go for coffee.”

Levi felt his lips twitch into a smile. “That’s because you haven’t had good tea yet.”

Eren’s eyes glinted. “Are you going to teach me how to make it?”

Levi did. 

He brought the phone with him to the kitchen, and told Eren where he got all his favorite blends. He showed him how to get the right temperature, the right amount of leaves, the infusion time. Eren listened in silence, humming here and there and smiling the whole time. 

“It looks like a relaxing ritual. Making tea.”

“It is,” Levi said. “Do you have a relaxing ritual?”

Eren grinned. “Writing. And playing my guitar.”

Levi’s phone buzzed, signaling low battery. “I have to go. Phone’s almost dead. And I have to get up early in the morning for work.”

“Oh. Yeah sure,” Eren said, looking surprised. “I didn’t realize how late it is.”

“Thank you for the company. And for listening to me while I was rambling about tea.”

Eren smirked. “When do I get a nipple picture to even things out?”

Levi spluttered, cheeks heating up, “You’re the free-the-nipple slut, not me.”

Eren laughed so much that Levi thought he could see some tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. “I can’t believe you just called me a slut. Pity about the picture. Maybe next time I’ll be more lucky.”

Levi shouted, “Next time?!” Just as Eren winked and hung up. 

He stared at the blank screen for a long time after that. 

-

Surprisingly for Levi, Eren kept texting in the next few days. He asked for regular calls, video calls, pictures, everything. Levi usually accepted normal calls, refused to send any pictures of himself, but sometimes he gave in to video calls, especially if he felt a little tense and was planning on using his dildo afterwards. 

He really hoped Eren wasn’t aware of Levi’s masturbatory habits involving his shirtless appearances, but Levi couldn’t help the nagging feeling that maybe he did, considering he kept being shirtless for most of their calls. 

Not surprisingly, the most annoying factor in all this was Hanji, who kept meddling to know everything Eren said to him and what Levi said in response just to complain about Levi being an oblivious idiot. Erwin was doing his best to keep the peace between the two of them, and even managed to rein Hanji in most of the times, but it was hard to ignore his exasperated stares at Levi that clearly said he thought Hanji had a point. 

Which only pissed Levi off more. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Levi ignored it, he was working. He needed to finish this report by today or Erwin would get even more up his ass. He yawned, he’d need another cup of tea soon. 

His phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

Levi frowned. Either this was an emergency or Eren was being an asshole. He hardly texted Levi when he was at work, so this was weird. Still, either could be the case, so Levi grabbed his phone to see what the fuck was happening. 

Weirdly enough, he was receiving notifications from Eren on Instagram — they had moved to the message app as soon as Eren had given him his number — and the notifications disappeared almost as soon as they popped up on the screen. He opened the chat on Instagram and felt dread creeping up his nape. 

LeviAckermann: Hey sexy

LeviAckermann: I can’t stop thinking about your man chest

LeviAckermann: We should totally go out on a date

Eren_Jaeger: Are you having a stroke?

Eren_Jaeger: Wait, did someone hack your account?

LeviAckermann: No, baby, I’m just being horny

Eren_Jaeger: Oh this is hilarious. He’s gonna be so pissed

LeviAckermann: He won’t be if you accept to go on a date with him!

Eren_Jaeger: You’re dead meat as soon as he finds out, man

LeviAckermann: You’re not supposed to answer like this

LeviAckermann: Don’t you want to hit that?

“HANJI!” Levi bellowed, running at breakneck speed towards Hanji’s office. He kicked the door open and Hanji screeched, cradling their phone against their chest to protect it from Levi. 

Of course, they both knew that wasn’t enough and Levi furiously launched himself at them. “WHAT THE FUCK, HANJI?!”

Hanji tried to escape as best as they could but Levi had always been freakishly strong. Just as Levi finally grabbed their phone and yanked it away from Hanji, Erwin walked in, eyebrows raised and expression concerned. He immediately divided the two, but it was too late, Levi already had the incriminating phone and was logging out his Instagram account. 

“What the hell is going on?” Erwin asked.

“Hanji hacked my fucking Instagram account!”

“I wouldn’t have to do that if you stopped being a clueless idiot and asked Eren out on a date!”

Erwin kept both hands on their chests to keep them separated. “Hanji, we agreed not to meddle.”

Hanji gripped their hair in frustration. “You did, I didn’t! And I was just trying to help, he won’t get his head out of his ass.”

Levi snarled, “You call that help? You complimented his man chest!”

“What’s your point? He’s a man and has a chest, therefore man chest.”

“Enough!” Erwin yelled, taking Hanji’s phone from Levi’s hand. “Levi go back to your office, I’m having a talk with Hanji first. And change your password.”

Levi rolled his eyes at Erwin’s paternalistic tone and went back to his office, loosening his collar slightly. He wished he could change the whole suit and tie for something more comfortable. He kicked the door closed behind him as soon as he was back in his own space and relaxed back into his favorite chair, closing his eyes against the headache blooming there. 

He then reached for his phone and opened his chat with Eren on the message app. There was an unread text. 

Eren: Not to alarm you, but I think someone hacked into your Instagram

Levi: Yeah. It was my fucking colleague that went to the concert with me.

Levi: They posted the picture with your pick

Eren: Oh shit. They still alive?

Levi: Only because my boss intervened

Eren: I wish I could’ve seen you handing their ass back to them

Levi: They annoy me a lot. You might get lucky

Eren: Why were they so flirty?

Oh shit. What the fuck was he supposed to answer? He usually wasn’t one for lying but maybe it was best if he played it safe this time. 

Levi: Beats me.

Eren: Liar  

Levi: Whatever

Levi: I have to get back to work now

Eren: Fine, I’ll get the truth out of you eventually

Levi hated how that last text had heat pooling low in his belly and his toes curling in anticipation. 

God, he was such a fanboy it was actually pathetic. The prospect of any kind of attention from Eren thrilled him and excited him in a whole new way, a way he most definitely wasn’t used to wanting. He usually hated attention. Eren had even given him plenty in these past few days, but… Levi, apparently, was greedy. He wanted more, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

Eren: But, for the record, I’d hit that

Levi stared at the message for what felt like an eternity. He felt hot all over, especially his cheeks. 

Levi: You would?

Levi: Don’t you know I’m an old man?

Levi: You should go for someone your age

Eren: I might be younger than you but I’d still bend you over and have you call me Daddy while I fuck you 

Levi dropped his fucking phone. 

It fell with a dull thud on the carpeted floor but Levi barely registered it. His mind was reeling, picturing what Eren had said in the text. Imagining his hands pushing Levi down— no. He was still at work, goddamnit, this wasn’t the moment for Levi to get hard. Or the moment for him to fantasize about having wild, kinky sex with a rockstar. Or both.

The door to his office opened and Erwin came in. He took one look at Levi’s face and stared. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Levi just stood there, mind still short-circuiting on Eren’s words.

Erwin nodded. “Don’t tell Hanji or you won’t hear the end of it.”

“I won’t.” 

Erwin smirked at him as he walked back out. “You can go home early if you want.”

Levi waited a whole five minutes, then sprinted out of the door. 

-

Levi: You talk a big game

He had barely closed his apartment before he was sending his reply, loosening up his tie and kicking off his shoes. 

Eren: I could just show you if you preferred

Eren: Come on a date with me

Levi: Date? You were just talking about bending me over

Levi: Which one is it?

Eren: Both, of course

Eren: Can I call you?

Levi sat on his couch, discarding his tie completely. What the hell was he getting himself into? He could not give this up, though, his heart was beating too fast, the curiosity was eating him up inside. For once in his life he didn’t want to play it safe. He wanted to dare . 

He sent a quick yes in response to Eren and undid the first few buttons of his shirt. 

Eren’s name flashed on the screen. Levi made him wait for a bit before answering. 

“Hey,” he said, leaning back into the cushions. 

“You’re back early from the office.”

“Yeah. I guess my boss was tired of me shouting at Hanji.”

Eren chuckled. It sent goosebumps down Levi’s spine. “So, how about that date?”

“Is that why you called during office hours? And how do you even know I’m gay?”

“I called you because I can’t read your moods well enough through a screen, and I don’t want misunderstandings between us. And — not to stir up any more trouble, but have you ever seen Hanji’s caption to their post?”

Levi groaned, putting Eren on speaker and opening up his Instagram account. He tapped on his tagged pictures and saw that Hanji's post was captioned with my friend is cute, single and very gay, btw.

“Fucking hell, Hanji,” Levi murmured. Eren snorted on the other end. 

“Are you gonna be sent home early tomorrow too?”

Levi scoffed, lifting his phone back up to his ear. “Probably. So… a date?”

“To start with.”

Levi laid down more comfortably on the couch, spreading his legs. “You’re here all innocently talking about a date like you didn’t text me that you want to ‘bend me over’ and all that.”

“Because I want to do both. I want to give you a nice date with casual touches, laughter and a few kisses, if I’m lucky. Maybe in one of those coffee shops that also make the tea just how you like it.” Eren then lowered his tone. “Gonna make sure you know I can be nice and gentle… but I’ll choose not to be when I fuck you. I wanna be merciless with you, Levi. Make you scream yourself hoarse, make you beg.”

Levi felt like his breath got knocked out of him. He could barely breathe, brain too mushy to formulate a response. 

“Would you like that, Levi?”

“...Yes.”

“Yes what, baby?”

Oh god, he wanted Levi to say it now. His body felt hot all over, his cheeks were about to burst into flames, he was rock fucking hard and he was grinding painfully his teeth. 

He had never wanted to sleep with someone so badly in his life . 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s a good boy.” 

Levi straight up moaned and then slapped a hand on his mouth to shut himself up. What was it about Eren Jaeger that was making him act out so uncharacteristically? 

On the other side, Eren chuckled darkly. “Where are your hands, Levi?”

“One holding the phone a-and one on my chin.” 

Eren hummed. “Use one to touch yourself. Not through your clothes, though, pull everything down and grab your pretty cock skin-on-skin. Got it?”

Levi didn’t know whether to curse at Hanji or to send them flowers. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his pants and underwear in a hurry, then fisted his cock, sighing in pleasure. He waited eagerly for his next command and Eren didn’t keep him waiting for long.

“Move your hand in long strokes from base to tip, slow and a little bit rough, like I would do if I were there with you.” Eren paused and Levi obeyed, whimpering slightly at the knowledge that he was having phone sex with THE Eren Jaeger. “I would let you focus all your attention on your cock so I could play with your ass undisturbed. I’d open you up on my tongue at first, and I just know your taste would drive me fucking crazy, baby boy.”

Jesus fucking christ, what the fuck was even going on right now? How come Attack Titan didn’t have a sex song out with how easily Eren was spewing all that filth?! How was it possible that he had attended one little concert and suddenly this was his life?

“I just know you taste delicious and I would eat you out until you begged me to stop. Tell me, why would you want me to stop? What do you want, Levi?”

Levi wanted so many different things, it was hard to focus on one to tell Eren. He wanted to be devoured from the inside out, wanted to be whipped and worshiped until no one could tell anymore if a marking was punishment or reward. He gasped as his cock leaked steadily on his stomach, the pleasure from all the various fantasies too sharp, but he still moved slowly as Eren had told him. He wanted so much more .

“I want you to fuck me, reach so deep inside me that I’ll still feel you when you’re on the other side of the country,” He rasped, throwing his head back, moaning shamelessly. “And I want you to mark me as yours.”

“Fuck,” Eren sounded a little strangled and Levi felt pride warming up in his chest. “I’ll mark you up all you want, baby, but you are already mine. You’ve always been mine, ever since I’ve laid eyes on you in the crowd.”

“Yes,” Levi gasped, hand squeezing his cock so tight it hurt but he wouldn’t change pace unless Eren said so. “I’m yours.”

“You sound frustrated baby boy, you want to speed things up a bit? You want to cum?”

“Fuck yes, I-I need more.”

Eren chuckled but he sounded breathless too. “Here’s what’s gonna happen: you’ll start moving your hand faster and you’ll let me hear how much you like it. I don’t care how loud you are, fuck your neighbours. You’re gonna ask my permission to cum and afterwards you’ll send me a picture of you with your cum still on yourself. That clear?”

God fucking damnit this was better than his fucking wildest dreams or any other sexual encounter he’d ever had. 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Start going faster now.” 

Levi sighed and closed his eyes as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. A question rose in his mind. “Are you… are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah. I’m imagining how tight you are. I’m not a patient man, Levi, I won’t be able to open you up with my fingers for long. I’ll need to do that directly with my cock, baby, and you’ll have to be good and let me in. Will you let Daddy in, baby boy?”

Levi was two fucking seconds away from coming and it was all just from Eren’s voice . What the fuck was he going to do if they really went on a date? Cream his pants as soon as they shook hands?! At this point, it sounded very likely. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” Levi moaned desperately.

“Even if it hurts?”

Oh, the mother fucker . He was going to fucking kill Levi if he kept this up. 

“I like it when it hurts.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. You’re close now, aren’t you?”

Levi gave a quick yes and no wonder Eren could hear how close he was, Levi was whining constantly, his hand moving faster by the second.

“Come on, then. Come for me baby, let me hear you. Give me a taste of what you’ll sound like when I’m gonna be balls-deep inside you.”

Levi actually shouted as he came in white spurts of liquid hitting his black button down shirt. The pleasure squeezed his whole body tight and left him trembling and weak, left him sensitive and moaning out Eren’s name. Left him with a huge, gaping void that was the physical absence of Eren inside him.

“Did you cum too?”

Eren laughed. “Yeah, it was impossible not to. Not with all those pretty sounds you were making. Remember the picture.”

“Do I get one?”

“If you want it.”

Hell fucking yeah Levi wanted it. “Please, Daddy?”

“God, fuck, don’t make me hard again. I’ll send it, all right. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah,” Levi said, smiling and satisfied in more ways than one. 

Eren disconnected the call and Levi took three tries to get a decent picture to send him. He wanted to get it right. Eren immediately started texting back, the words making Levi blush.

Eren: Look at you, so gorgeous

Eren: You’re literally perfect, baby

Eren: [picture]

“Holy fucking shit,” Levi blurted out as he saw Eren’s picture. 

He was sitting on his bed, sweatpants and underwear crumpled near his feet, cum glistening on his belly and on the tattoo on his hips. Standing proudly between his legs was his cock, angry red and with a bead of liquid right on the slit and mother of all that is holy… it was huge. Easily the biggest Levi had ever seen. 

And that thought… Well, he’d never thought he was a size queen but he was drooling, imagining how full he’d feel with that inside him. How stretched to the limit— Yeah, he needed to stop. 

Levi: Well damn

Levi: You’re a big Daddy, huh

Eren: You a size queen baby?

Levi: Apparently

Eren: Well, then we’re gonna have a lot of fun

Eren: How about that date?

Levi: I’m free this Friday night

Eren: Perfect

Levi locked his phone and stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to rearrange his thoughts. One thing was becoming increasingly clear: he was gonna have to send Hanji some flowers. Or maybe some dead insects to play with would be more appreciated. 

Goddamnit. 

-

When Friday rolled in, everyone in the office took a relieved breath. 

Levi’s good mood lasted for a couple of days after the call, but that goddamn picture had slowly built up a frustration inside him that made it impossible to be his usual unbothered self in the office. 

He did try to take care of it at home, but his tiny fingers could only do so much and were a poor substitute for the real thing. He was desperate to feel that thick cock stretching him out, could not think about anything else for days.  

And people noticed. Well, they noticed he was a bit spacey, not that he was fantasizing about having kinky sex with Eren Jaeger. And people were easily annoying to Levi so he became snappy, to the point that Friday at 4.37pm precisely (Levi checked his watch) Erwin came to his office with deep shadows under his eyes and simply begged, “Just go.”

Levi flushed and went. 

He went home to shower and change and freshened up his undercut, just for good measure. Picking out his clothes proved more difficult, but he expected that. He settled for a pair of tight black jeans (just to show off his ass) and a white shirt with a low v-neck showcasing his collar bones and his new necklace, courtesy of his colleague Moblit. 

Levi had given him Eren’s pick and Moblit had drilled a tiny hole in it and slid a small chain through it so Levi could wear it. 

The chain was long enough that the pick could be hidden inside the shirt. Levi decided that at least in the beginning of the date he’d hide it. Maybe Eren would think it was weird of him.

Half an hour later, he walked inside the café he’d chosen with Eren for their date. It wasn’t too popular, Eren had asked for a private place with less chances at being recognized, and it also had a nice selection of tea for Levi. 

He sat at one of the tables at the back, trying to fix his hair as discreetly as he could. He shot Eren a quick text, letting him know he was waiting for him. 

Eren: Be there in 5 minutes. Trying to lose Jean and Mikasa.

In the end it was more like ten minutes. Eren was very apologetic. He came in with his long hair down, a hint of a stubble on his chin and a hat to hide himself as best as he could. He looked absolutely ridiculous and the hottest man Levi had ever laid eyes on.

Eren sat next to him, thighs touching, completely uncaring about invading Levi’s personal space, and this close Levi was even more aware of how taller Eren was, how utterly massive his shoulders were in person. 

He found himself a little out of breath. And a little flushed. 

The waitress came over. “Can I get you anything?” 

“Regular coffee for me, no sugar, no cream” Eren said, smiling broadly. “He’ll have some earl gray tea. Thank you.”

As soon as the waitress disappeared over the counter, Levi gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. Eren jumped, eyes wide, evidently impressed by the strength behind the casual blow. 

Levi took pride in that. He may be smaller but he was no weakling. 

“Don’t order for me.”

“Did I get it wrong?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Did I?”

“...No.” 

Eren smiled, arrogant and self-satisfied, and relaxed in his chair. Levi wanted to wipe that smirk off his face with a slap. Or with a kiss. Or with something much less appropriate for a public place. 

The waitress came back with their order. 

“How did you know?”

Eren shrugged, smelling his coffee. “You’re worn out after work. You usually get a black tea when you’re tired. Earl gray is one of your favorites. During the weekend, however, you’re more relaxed so that means green tea.”

Levi gaped at him. “I think I’m supposed to be the stalker between the two of us. Don’t steal my job.”

Chuckling, Eren leaned closer and brushed a lock of hair out of Levi’s eyes. “I’d be very happy if you stalked me, Levi.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

Levi tried to turn away but Eren gently grabbed his chin to guide Levi’s gaze back to him. His green eyes were enormous and magnetic. “I’d leave you things out, too. Maybe shirts that smell like me, so you could wear them. Wear my mark, like you said.”

Leaving aside the fact that Levi would walk around with an unkillable boner if he got to wear something that smelled as Eren was smelling right now, Levi had an advantage on him now. 

Eren was talking hypothetically… while Levi had already made a version of that a reality. 

Eyes half lidded and purposely licking his lips, Levi whispered, “I already have your mark on me.”

Eren frowned, eyes traveling down and back up, focusing on the silver chain on Levi’s neck. Slowly, he reached out a hand, calloused fingers brushing against Levi’s collarbone, making Levi tremble and hold his breath. Eren pulled up the necklace, revealing the pick that had been hiding beneath his shirt. He traced it with his thumb for a second, then looked back up at Levi, pupils blown in a shameless display of hunger. 

He looked dangerous. 

Levi didn’t know whether to prepare for a fight or a fuck but was eager for both, with adrenaline pumping in his veins in a way it hadn’t for years.

“Don’t hide it next time,” Eren said, voice rough and commanding. 

Levi didn’t have to think about his answer. “Yes, Daddy.”

Eren looked absolutely stunned. One second later, he was fisting both hands in Levi’s hair to pull him into a bruising kiss. Levi was just as desperate, grabbing onto Eren’s shirt to pull him closer, lips moving aggressively against Eren’s, almost too aggressive to be a first kiss but neither gave a fuck.

Levi licked, bit and sucked on anything Eren gave him, uncaring whether or not he was making any sounds. Eren’s taste was addictive and Levi greedily took in as much of it as he could, he wanted to store it along with his smell. 

Eren bit down harshly on his lower lip and Levi gave a faint moan. 

He needed to get a fucking grip, he was 34 years old and he was behaving like a horny teenager for fuck’s sake. But Eren’s tongue was moving so sinfully against him, his nails were scratching so deliciously against his fresh undercut, his lip was throbbing where Eren had bit him. He was so fucking hard and all from just a kiss… Fuck being appropriate, Levi didn’t want this to stop. He wanted so much more.

Still, they were in a café, so they did end up separating, foreheads resting together as they breathed hard, trying and failing to regain their composure.

“Well, well, well,” A voice Levi didn’t recognize spoke from his left and they jumped apart. 

Jean and Mikasa were there, standing a few tables away. Mikasa was hiding her smile in her scarf, while Jean was positively gleeful. He didn’t hesitate in taking a few steps to sit across Eren and Levi. 

“Now what do we have here?” Jean asked, studying Levi. 

“Fuck off, Jean,” Eren said, circling an arm around Levi’s shoulders possessively. 

Levi felt his cheeks heating up, but relaxed against him. 

“I’m just curious! What’s the story here? Long time fan sending lots of messages?”

“Jean,” Mikasa said, a warning in her tone. She took the seat beside Jean. 

Levi narrowed his eyes. “I am a long time fan. My picture was put on the internet against my will and I woke up the next day with lots of DMs, including one from him,” Levi tilted his head towards Eren. “You have a fucking problem with me?”

Eren pulled him more tightly against him. The gesture felt oddly protective. “It’s true, I initiated everything. Conversation on instagram, then texting, calling and today’s date which was rudely interrupted.”

“You did?” Both Jean and Mikasa looked shocked. “We’ve had to beg you to go on the dates we’ve set you up with in the past!”

Eren shrugged. “They weren’t him.”

Mikasa smiled and held out her hand. “I see. I’m Mikasa, pleasure to meet you.”

Levi shook it, torn between feeling guarded and elated that all members of Attack Titan were there, talking to him and shaking his hand (and hopefully later having one in particular screwing his brains out). 

“I’m Levi.”

Jean did the same and Levi shook hands with him too. 

“Don’t shake his hand for too long, you’ll stink of horse,” Eren said, glaring at his friend. 

“Fuck you, Eren.” Jean turned to Levi. “You sure he does it for you? He’s an asshole. I’d treat you so much better.”

Eren growled but Levi halted him. “I understand you have to pull tricks like this to make sure I’m really interested in Eren and all that, but this is ridiculous. Yes, I’m a fan of his. Yes, we are getting to know each other and he pursued me . What the fuck do you want me to do, say no?” Levi crossed his arms at his chest and smirked arrogantly. “Plus, I’ve seen his dick. I’m not gonna be interested in anyone else after seeing that.” 

Jean looked horrified and Eren laughed, placing a quick kiss on Levi’s temple. 

“You should come to our next show,” Mikasa said, humor still glinting in her eyes. “We’re performing in Trost next weekend, not far from here.”

Levi felt his stomach drop. “Maybe… just have to check which tickets are left. I don’t have a lot of savings right now.” 

Eren scoffed, looking offended. “You’re coming backstage, obviously. Your friends too.”

“Yes, you should tell those two that were in the pictures with you,” Mikasa said.

“That’s a very generous offer but if you invite Hanji you’re gonna need extra security,” Levi said cautiously. 

Jean and Mikasa chuckled but sobered up quickly when they realized Eren was nodding in agreement.  

“Hanji is very enthusiastic but can also become dangerous,” Levi purposely looked into Jean’s eyes. “Especially if someone pisses me off.”

Jean raised his hands in mock surrender. “All right, all right, I give up. Eren, you chose well. You know what that means, though.”

Eren paled. “No.”

Jean grinned. “Yes.”

“No!”

“Oh, yes!” 

Mikasa yanked on Jean’s ear to make him turn his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Ouch, Mika! We had a promise years ago. If one sleeps with a fan the other picks out a tattoo for him.”

Mikasa giggled and released him. “Boys will be boys, I guess.”

“We haven’t technically slept together,” Eren pointed out.

Jean lifted an eyebrow. “Is it gonna happen?”

“Hell yeah,” said Eren.

“Fuck yes,” said Levi at the same time. 

Jean laughed and got up, Mikasa in tow. “We’re gonna go and I’ll book the tattoo.”

“Levi, I’ll send you the pass for you and your friends,” Mikasa said, tucking in her scarf.

Levi blushed. “Thank you.”

Eren flipped Jean off as they left the café. Finally alone, they drank their tea and coffee in peace. 

-

Hanji peed their pants when Levi told them and Erwin about the backstage passes on Monday morning. 

As they ran to the bathroom screeching, Erwin turned to Levi. “I can’t go.”

“You can’t leave me alone with Four Eyes! I will have to spend my time babysitting and not enjoying the concert!”

Erwin smirked. “Right. That’s what you’re worried about. Not that there will be no one to watch over Hanji while you sneak off with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Levi hissed.

Erwin just raised his eyebrow. 

“We haven’t talked about it.”

“Too busy having sex?”

Levi fucking wished. 

By the time Eren had walked Levi back to his apartment after their date, Eren had received a phone call from Jean, saying they had to go soon. Eren and Levi had only had the time to squeeze in a brief — though still glorious — steamy makeout session in the elevator before Eren had to go. 

So… Levi was quite blue-balled. It didn’t also help that ever since Eren had sent that picture of himself naked, Levi had been utterly insatiable, pestering Eren of texts and calls that always ended up with Levi either jerking off or fingering himself as Eren sweet-talked him. God, the amount of nudes he’d asked Eren in the past few days alone was straight up embarrassing. 

“That good, huh?” Erwin said, snorting at Levi’s vacant expression.

Levi was yanked back to reality, cheeks flushing, and punched Erwin’s arm, making him grunt. “Come on, help me out.”

Hanji stumbled back from the restroom then, wobbly and with a fresh pair of sweatpants on. 

“I knew that keeping an extra pair of pants would pay off one day! Though I expected to spill coffee on myself before this . So, we’re all going right?” 

“Erwin is undecided.”

“WHAT!” Hanji tried — and failed — to shake him by the shoulders. “Erwin, you have to come! If you don’t I’ll have nothing to distract me when Eren and Levi will sneak off to have sex and I’ll end up following them to see if my sketches are accurate!”

“What sketches?!” Levi barked but Erwin shushed him. 

“I finally asked someone on a date, which is something both of you have tried to force me to do for months. Do you really want me to cancel now?”

Totally unfazed, Levi asked, “Who did you ask?”

“Nile.”

“There you go,” Levi said, completely unsurprised by the appalling choice.

“Ew! Erwin, he’s married, ” Hanji said, shaking their head. Erwin looked at them in shock, then turned to Levi for confirmation. 

“Yup. Married for a few years, too.”

Erwin looked crestfallen. “But… he’s not wearing a ring!”

“He’s very quick to remove it when you’re around and he’s been after you since he started working here, which anyone with eyes and half a brain could tell. His husband hates you, of course,” Levi continued, merciless. 

Erwin was brilliant when it came to reading a person’s true intentions… except in the rare cases where the right kind of flattery was involved, especially by someone attractive. If a person managed to stroke his ego just right, Erwin could turn very easily into a blind idiot. 

Which was why he had the worst dating history between the three of them. 

Hanji cheered. “So, that means you’re coming with us!” 

Erwin looked like he had suddenly aged 10 years. “I guess.”

Levi patted him on the shoulder in sympathy. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask Eren to set you up with someone.”

“Hey! What about me? Don’t I get to be paired up with a hottie?”

Levi narrowed his eyes dangerously. “I better never find those sketches or I’ll only ever pair you up with a hospital stay.”

Hanji laughed, but excused themselves shortly after. Levi heard them use the paper-cutter for a long while. 

-

The day of the concert arrived simultaneously too quickly and not quickly enough. 

According to Levi’s ass, centuries had passed. An unbearable eternity spent in emptiness and poor substitutes. Levi’s brain went less dramatically in the opposite direction, claiming the time had passed too fast to prepare somewhat decently. 

(Also, Levi’s brain pointed out that maybe investing in a dildo could be worth it.)

Levi as a whole, on the other hand, was just tired. 

Hanji was ecstatic and Levi reluctantly admitted to himself that their enthusiasm today was a balm to his soul. They helped him remember that he was there for Eren but also to enjoy himself. And, apparently, Levi wasn’t the only one in dire need of a reminder as Erwin still hadn’t recovered from the emotional blow with Nile. 

So by the time they got to Trost, just a couple of hours away by car, Levi and Erwin were both in a considerably better mood. 

After showing their passes, they were escorted directly backstage and told not to wander off under any circumstance with a very menacing tone. Levi noted that both security guards were looking especially at Hanji, who was nodding solemnly, as if the thought had never occurred to them before. 

Eren joined them soon after, expression lighting up immediately when he spotted Levi. His green eyes roamed over his body as he walked closer and they were much darker when he reached Levi. 

Levi was equal parts embarrassed and aroused by the interaction, even though that had been precisely the point of his outfit: tight fitted jeans and a black see-through button-down blouse that left nothing to the imagination when it came to Levi’s muscles or — as Hanji had sweetly pointed out — his nipples.

And, of course, his necklace with Eren’s pick resting right in the middle of his chest.

Eren hugged him from behind, giving him a quick kiss on his head and bending down just enough to whisper directly in Levi’s ear, “Hello. You’re looking incredibly delicious.”

Levi smiled but his response died in his throat. While Eren’s reaction to his outfit had been totally worth it, Levi had forgotten to take into account that a see-through blouse also meant that now Levi was feeling Eren’s touch on his skin much more clearly than with a regular shirt.

A little too much for his touch-starved state. 

Another factor Levi had failed to take into account was that Eren had his hair tied in a bun. This was the Eren he’d been obsessing over for years, the one in the hidden folder in his computer.Outside of gigs and interviews, his hair was always down and now it hit Levi for the first time that Eren the idol and Eren his almost-boyfriend were actually just one man and that man now belonged to him . 

“You guys are so cute together!” Hanji said, giggling like a maniac. That gave Levi the perfect opportunity to gently push Eren away, hopefully giving the impression that he was just embarrassed. Which, he was… but not much compared to the rest. 

Eren officially introduced himself to Hanji and Erwin, always keeping an arm around Levi’s waist. And if Levi leaned a little too much into the simple touch, well, was it really his fault or was it Eren’s warmth and incredibly beefy arm’s fault?

As Erwin shook Eren’s hand, Erwin smirked and asked, “Well, so are you two dating officially? I asked Levi if you were his boyfriend but he said no.”

“I said we haven’t discussed it. Back off,” Levi warned. 

“I just want to make sure you’re doing right by my friend. Being a rockstar and all, a lot of people must be throwing themselves at you.”

“Erwin,” Levi hissed. 

“No, he is right,” Hanji cut in, looking very serious all of a sudden. “Levi is our friend and he deserves the best.”

Levi sneaked a look at Eren, but he wasn’t upset. He was smiling in approval. “Oh, I have every intention to become his official boyfriend, but we haven’t seen each other much and I wanted to ask in person. But it’s good that you guys watch over him, I like it.”

Erwin nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer. 

“Well, I still think a threat is in order,” Hanji said, visibly squaring their shoulders. Erwin and Levi exchanged a worried glance. Erwin even put a hand on their shoulder to stop them, but Hanji just shrugged him off. 

“Listen here, young man—”

“Oh god, ” Levi groaned.

“Here we go,” Erwin said, resignedly. 

“—you better treat Levi right. No funny businesses, no throwing your pick to other pretty twinks in the crowd—”

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“—and no DMing other people videos of you with your man boobs out! Indecent behavior! And if you hurt Levi I will cut you up in little pieces—”

“Hanji, too much,” Erwin said, shaking his head. “For legal reasons, Hanji is joking.”

“—and feed you to my cats! It’s not too much, Erwin, it’s the appropriate response to hurting our friend!”

Levi facepalmed hard and mumbled an awkward apology to Eren, but he was still looking at Hanji and seemed a little spooked. Whether that was because of the threat alone or because of Hanji themselves was impossible to tell. 

“Oooooh, we’re threatening Eren? I want to join in.”

Jean and Mikasa had appeared from the same hallway Eren had used earlier. Jean was a little too pleased with the topic of conversation and Eren scowled, holding Levi a little tighter. 

“Fuck off, Jean.”

“What? It’s true, we’re on Levi’s side. So watch out and don’t behave like an idiot or we’re kicking your ass,” Jean said, smirking. Mikasa smiled but she was nodding as well.

Eren blinked. “You guys are supposed to be my friends! On my side!”

“And that’s why I tested him last time. Now that I know he’s not an idiot… you better behave, Jaeger.” 

Eren’s scowl deepened. Levi caught his attention by stepping in front of him and hugging him tight, their faces just a few inches apart. It served its purpose and the others left them alone, at least for a little while. 

“You’re not gonna screw up, Eren,” Levi murmured. “I’m not gonna let you.”

Eren’s eyes softened and he cupped Levi’s face. “Does that mean that you’re now my boyfriend?” 

Levi smirked. “Feeling a little pressured to ask?”

“A lot, actually. But that’s not why I’m asking.” Eren leaned down, hands reaching Levi’s ass to give it a hard squeeze. “I’m asking so I can do this and get away with it.”

Levi chuckled. “Just that?”

Eren’s eyes were still sparkling with mirth, but now they also turned hungry. Eren had the ability to go from goofy to fully predatory in an instant, an unpredictability that always left Levi breathless and achingly hard. 

“No. I still wanna take you on dates and do romantic shit. Maybe rile you up in public, make sure everyone knows you’re mine. And then, when we’re in private, I’m gonna take care of you the way that you need. You’re acting all shy, like you don’t want me to manhandle you a little bit while I fuck you, and leave pretty bruises all over you. Call you all sorts of names while you can only call me Daddy.” 

Levi buried his face in Eren’s chest and groaned. “This is unfair. You’re gonna be on stage for hours and I want that now .” 

“Me too. But just two hours and then we’ll go somewhere alone.” 

“No date first?” 

“Well, we did go on a date and the afterwards got interrupted so we’re just catching up.” 

Jean called him over, “Eren stop groping your boyfriend, we need to start.”

“Yeah,” Eren called back, but he still gave Levi a kiss that left him with his head spinning. “What do you say?”

“Yes, you dumbass. I want to be your boyfriend. But no more hinting at a relationship with Jean for sales, I want it known you’re taken,” Levi added, fascinated by the degree in which Eren’s pupil dilated at his words. 

“Agreed,” Eren said and let him go with a last brief kiss. 

It was almost unreal hearing the roar of the crowd from there, considering Levi had ever only been in the crowd. Could he shout and holler from backstage the way he had done from down there? 

Turns out, yes, he could. Or, well, he did it anyway, cause there was no shutting up Hanji next to him and if Hanji was screaming at the top of their lungs, why shouldn’t he? Besides, he was having too much fun to care about what other people thought of him. 

It was after a while that he noticed Erwin was not joining them. He peered over his shoulder and saw he was deep in conversation with a blond guy, slightly taller than Levi, with huge baby blue eyes. It was obvious even from afar that the conversation had turned flirty a while ago. 

“Who’s that?” He asked Hanji.

“Childhood friend of Eren and Mikasa’s. He joined us while you were all kissy kissy with your boyfriend.” 

Hanji was teasing him with smooching sounds but for once, he didn’t mind. He was happy. He felt giddy, because none other than Eren Jaeger now was officially his boyfriend and he was high on adrenaline for the concert. So he laughed and playfully shoved at his friend as they kept singing together.

Eren would sometimes take casual peeks at them, winking at Levi, showing off his craziest moves as he played his guitar, the fucking peacock , he thought affectionately. Insulting Eren in his own head, though, didn’t take away in the least how bad he was falling for him. 

Levi’s cheeks were hurting from smiling. 

Jean announced their last song with a huge ass teasing smile at Eren, “It’s a brand new one, too. Fresh off the makeshift studio that is Mikasa’s hotel room. For the record, the sound was not great, wouldn’t recommend. Anyways, title is Little Monster . I hope you enjoy!”

“Oh my god, that’s for you! EREN WROTE A SONG FOR YOU!”

Levi was paralyzed, torn between shouting at Hanji to shut up and keep staring at Eren, whose eyes were nothing short of smoldering . 

As Mikasa gave the initial count-off and the band started playing together, Eren moved to fully face Levi, apparently unconcerned with not being able to watch the crowd anymore. Jean started to sing and Eren mouthed along some of the lyrics.

Hey little monster, I got my eye on you

Where are you going, where you running to?

Hey little monster, you know it's all okay

I'm gonna love ya, no matter what you say

Levi fully felt his legs tremble beneath him and was grateful that Hanji had latched onto him. The heavy riff of the song was in sweet contrast with Jean’s clear and seductive voice, but in Levi’s head Eren was the one whispering those words in his ears. 

I've got love on my fingers

Lust on my tongue

You say you got nothing,

So come out and get some

Heartache to Heartache,

I'm your wolf, I'm your man

I say run little monster,

Before you know who I am

“Ohmygod,” Hanji panted in his ear. “He’s sooo gonna fuck you in the bathroom.”

Only pure shock had Levi tearing his eyes off of Eren. “That’s what you heard?!”

Then Eren launched into an incredible solo, skilled fingers moving quickly and precisely on the fretboard and Levi lost all faculty of his own salivation because goddamn. Eren was sweaty, bun still in place but with all chunks of hair out and over his eyes, muscles glistening under the stage lights… yeah, Levi wanted to run on stage and drop to his knees to show him exactly how he felt about the song. And about him in general. 

The song ended with an uproar from the crowd and as the trio bid farewell to their fans, Hanji spoke again in his ear, still at concert volume without realizing it. 

“BET YOU JUST GOT WET FROM THAT, HUH?”

Levi put a hand on their face and pushed them away. “Volume, Hanji!”

That’s when Levi noticed the absence of Erwin and that blond guy friend of Eren’s. 

“HA! Erwin beat you to it!” 

Eren sprinted from the stage, hurryingly ripping off all sound equipment from himself. Yeah, Levi was not gonna pass up an opportunity to fuck Eren because Erwin decided to sneak off before he could. They were just gonna have to risk it.

Levi pointed a finger in Hanji’s face. “Hanji, listen to me or no more backstage concerts. No following me and Eren, no looking for Erwin, you stay PUT. No wandering, no touching, definitely no sketching people having sex. Got it?”

Hanji listened to him while biting on their nails. “But what am I gonna do ?”

Eren casually walked over, nodded to Hanji and picked up Levi, throwing him over his shoulder as if he weighed less than nothing. Levi temporarily ignored his instant boner to shout back at them. 

“BEHAVE!”

Then, Eren turned around a corner and Levi lost sight of them. 

-

Eren kicked the door open to what Levi assumed was his dressing room, but he didn’t bother explaining himself, just carried Levi inside and locked the door behind them.

He laid Levi on the vanity counter, throwing on the ground anything he could reach with a swipe of his arm. Levi grunted, both aroused and a little unsettled at the way Eren had casually manhandled him. Eren lit up the lights surrounding the huge mirror and finally Levi could take a good look at him.

Eren was flushed and panting, hair still miraculously tied, shirt clinging to him where Levi had been pressed against him. He was smiling like a maniac and Levi couldn’t help but mirror him, too excited that this was finally happening. 

Levi reached out a hand and grabbed Eren’s shirt, yanking it off him and throwing it viciously on the ground and Eren laughed at him but his eyes were just as hungry as Levi felt. 

Eren pounced on him, crushing their mouths together, hands flying to unbutton Levi’s blouse and Levi spread his legs and devoured him right back. 

He bit down on Eren’s lips with his canine, desperate to taste everything, his mouth, his cock, the skin on the tattoo. Eren groaned, hips bucking deliciously against Levi’s as Levi tasted the sweet metallic taste of his blood and he kissed him harder, smearing it all over both of their mouths like faded lipstick. 

When they briefly parted, Eren looked like a wild beast, an untamed monster that would stop at nothing to consume his prey now that he had a taste of what it would feel like. 

He went for Levi’s pants, unzipping and pulling everything down in a hurry and Levi quickly kicked off his shoes to help him. As soon as all of Levi’s clothes were discarded — except for the blouse, hanging open but still on his shoulders — Eren licked his lips and spread Levi’s legs open as far as they went while also pushing him backwards, exposing his cock and his ass completely.

“This was all I could think about while watching you from the stage,” Eren said, voice abrasive against Levi’s exposed skin like sandpaper. He knelt before Levi, his eyes those of a man preparing himself for a royal banquet. 

“Which time?”

“Both times,” Eren smirked, but quickly sobered up. “I’m gonna taste you now. Play with what you’re offering me, stretch you out just enough for you not to hurt, but… I still wanna feel you struggle to take my cock, baby boy.”

Levi wanted very much to say I’ll struggle even with three fucking fingers if the pictures are accurate, but didn’t have the time as Eren licked along the length of his cock and sucked in the tip. Levi moaned and Eren took all of him in, swallowing around Levi’s tip, making him curse out and tremble, legs automatically trying to scramble away. 

Eren’s hands went immediately to grab his thighs in an iron grip to keep Levi nice and still and subject him to whatever sweet torture he felt like inflicting. Levi could only take it with a litany of Eren’s name continuously spilling out of his lips, completely helpless to do anything else as Eren sucked, licked and swallowed around him.

Then, Eren used his teeth, barely scratching his canine against Levi’s flesh, but the threat of pain was enough to make Levi scream, precum spurting out of him incessantly only to be immediately swallowed down. 

Eren let go of Levi’s cock with a pop and smirked at him. “You really do like pain, don’t you?”

Levi didn’t answer. Eren tightened his grip on Levi’s thighs, digging his fingers and his nails painfully into the sensitive flesh. Levi gasped and his cock twitched and leaked pathetically in response. 

“Don’t you?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Atta boy,” Eren said, slowly releasing his grip. 

Levi’s legs were quivering and he saw the bruises forming slowly beneath the skin, and what a sight that was. The evidence of Eren’s hunger and his possessiveness was imprinted on Levi’s milky skin and Levi wanted more of it, wanted to go home and barely recognize himself in the mirror. 

Eren reached inside the drawers, rummaging inside three of them before triumphantly pulling out a jar of vaseline. 

“Wait,” Levi said, sitting back up and dangling his legs off the counter. “I wanna suck you off.”

“Next time, baby,” Eren said, lubing up his fingers. 

Levi scowled, “I’m not letting you near my ass if I can’t have some fun first.”

The way Eren smiled sent shivers of fear and arousal through Levi’s spine. “Are you gonna push me away, baby? Resist me?”

Eren put both his hands on Levi’s thighs, pushing them apart so he could step closer. Their breaths were mingling, Eren’s eyes magnetic and dominating, daring and almost hoping for Levi to challenge him. “You like pain too much, Levi. Just a hint of teeth, of nails and you almost came. If I force you, would you really not enjoy it? Cause I think that if I just take you now, use you however I wanted… you’d cum pretty fast.”

Well, that was one hell of a way to call Levi out and be absolutely right about it. But it was clear that he wouldn’t get what he wanted through being hostile… so, Levi decided to switch tactics.

“I’ve been craving to just drop on my knees and feel you in my mouth ever since you sent me that first shirtless video, especially because of these ,” Levi said, fingers brushing against the tattooed wings on Eren’s hip bones. He locked eyes with Eren again, his eyes half lidded, chest rising and falling fast, lips parted. “Then you sent me that fucking picture after the first time we had phone sex and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. I need it, Eren. I touch myself every night while looking at photos of your cock and imagining how it would feel in the back of my throat.”

Eren looked like he was trying hard to contain himself. He glanced at the space on the counter beside Levi and quickly cleared it of everything standing on it.

“There, lay down on your side. I can stretch you while you’re having your fun. Win win.”

Levi pulled him down in a bruising kiss, hands immediately going to undo Eren’s zipper and pulling down his pants. Eren pushed him down, forcing Levi to lay on his side just as he successfully got rid of Eren’s pants. Levi then reached for his underwear, drooling as he saw Eren’s tip peeking out of the elastic hem.

Levi was so enthralled by the preview of Eren’s cock that initially he didn’t notice what was on Eren’s upper thigh. Once he did, he stopped dead, staring at the awful tattoo on Eren’s skin and he couldn’t help himself, he laughed.

It was a flag, a literal red flag with a written inside: monster cock and gigantic asshole ahead, tread carefully. 

Eren sighed. “I knew it would ruin the mood. Fucking Jean.”

Levi gaped, “That’s the tattoo for the bet you lost because of me?!”

“Yup,” Eren said, definitely not as amused as Levi was. 

“Oh, come on. You do have a monster cock and you are also kind of an asshole. You have to admit that’s fitting.”

Reluctantly, Eren smirked. “Yeah, Jean has never seen me naked, so he doesn’t know. And I may be an asshole, but I am not a red flag.”

Levi snorted, laying more comfortably on his side and reaching for Eren’s cock. He lowered his underwear, freeing his enormous cock that had Levi immediately salivating. It was big and heavy with thick and protruding veins all over the shaft, so hot and continuously pulsing in Levi’s tiny hand and fuck the photoes had not given it any justice. 

Oh yeah, he was a size queen all right.

“You are a red flag, though. You take what you want, you don’t care about the consequences. You have fun manhandling me and then pretend you’re only doing it because I like it, when it’s clear that you enjoy it too. You like to roughen me up and watch me struggle. But that’s fine.” Levi gave a few strokes to his cock, holding it so close to his lips that he could taste the smell of it. It made him lightheaded. “If you weren’t like this I wouldn’t be so desperate to have you inside me.”

Finally, fucking finally, Levi closed his lips around the tip, tongue swirling greedily to taste all the precum that had been gathering there. And when Levi swallowed he straight up moaned for how delicious it was, pulling Eren’s hips towards himself to have that magnificent cock deeper and deeper inside his mouth.

“Fuck,” Eren groaned as he hit the back of Levi’s throat. 

Levi bobbed his head, sucking and slurping around the thick length, his saliva creating a deep suction that was making Eren moan louder and louder. Levi shamelessly pulled Eren’s hips even closer, eyes looking intensely at his deep green eyes to communicate how much he craved having him all inside his mouth. 

He felt delirious with how bad he needed Eren to push past what Levi’s body was comfortable with and use him, change him, mark him however he saw fit.

“Want me to fuck your mouth?”

Levi moaned around his cock and nodded, not willing to stop feeling that fantastic weight on his tongue for even a second. Eren cursed and reached out a hand to fist it in Levi’s hair, using the grip to keep Levi’s head still as he pushed his hips forward. His cock slid deeper inside his mouth and Levi relaxed as best as he could, but it was still overwhelming. 

Soon, he was reduced to a drooling, gagging mess, head light and tears streaming down his face, but Eren pushed relentlessly until every inch of his length was buried in Levi’s throat.  

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Wanted to feel that stretch in your throat before you did in your ass?” Eren took advantage of Levi’s distracted state and pushed two freshly lubed fingers against his entrance. “Or maybe you prefer having them both at the same time?”

Levi screamed around Eren’s cock as his finger breached him, pushing deeper and deeper until Eren’s knuckles reached Levi’s cheeks. Eren didn’t leave him any room to breathe, starting a ruthless rhythm with both his hips and his fingers, fucking both Levi’s mouth and his ass.

Levi felt his eyes rolling in the back of his head, whether it was from pure pleasure or from the lack of oxygen it was hard to tell. He just knew he’d never be able to forget this moment, the feeling of being stuffed full of Eren everywhere and not being able to do anything about it but drool pathetically all over himself. 

Eren added a third finger, picking up the pace of his hips and his hand in a matching rhythm. Years of playing the guitar had resulted in his fingers being covered in thick calluses and Eren did nothing to compensate for that roughness when hitting Levi’s prostate. Levi only got glimpses of him as he pulled out of his mouth but Eren looked lost in the feeling, eyes closed and head thrown back. He was acting on instinct, thinking about his own pleasure first and that was exactly what Levi craved. 

“You’re taking me so well, fuck baby… You were driving me crazy, looking so indifferent at the start and all this time you were starving for a nice cock to choke on,” Eren babbled, his grip on Levi’s hair turning vicious and Levi moaned at the pain and at his words. 

That, apparently, was the last straw for Eren and he pulled out suddenly from his mouth, causing Levi to cough and heave for a few seconds. Keeping his fingers buried in Levi’s ass, Eren grabbed Levi’s hip and straightened him with a rough shove, stepping in between his milky legs again and rubbing their cocks together. 

Levi hooked his legs around Eren’s hips and laid back against the mirror behind him to give Eren’s hand more space. It immediately resumed its pounding and Levi wondered if Eren was really doing it to stretch him or just to abuse his hole. 

And if the second option was the case, how fucked up was Levi to enjoy it so much?

“Are you happy with my fingers or do you want my cock?”

Levi looked down at their cocks rubbing together, the massive size difference between them going straight to his head and making him moan in whorish abandonment. 

“You know I want your cock,” he gasped.

Eren hummed and bent down to lick the sweat off Levi’s collarbone. He removed his fingers from Levi’s ass and guided the fat tip of his cock to rub against his hole, teasing him. “Beg for it.”

Levi decided to throw the whole concept of shame out of his mind. Temporarily, at least. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, I need it so much. I feel so empty, I need more.”

“Beg prettier,” Eren commanded, pushing slightly harder against Levi’s hole.

“ Pleasepleaseplease fuck me now, I have been waiting for so fucking long for this—”

Levi knew he should shut up and stop revealing embarrassing informations about himself but he was delirious , there was nothing he wouldn’t do at this point to have Eren fuck him. 

“You have?” Eren purred. “Tell me.”

“God—fucking—years! I’ve fantasized about you fucking me ever since I became a fan—FUCK!”

Eren pushed inside the tip of his fat cock in one smooth snap of his hips. The stretch was all Levi had ever wanted and more, painful and overwhelming and utter bliss. Levi moaned and dug his heels into the small of Eren’s back, impatient to feel him completely inside. 

“It was rude of me to keep you waiting, then,” Eren said with a smirk, but Levi could see from the fast rise and fall of his chest how much he was truly affected. 

He bent down, pushing more and more inside Levi as he targeted one of his nipples, playing with the tiny rose bud with his teeth. Levi didn’t pay it too much mind, too busy enjoying the feeling of being progressively stuffed full of cock and struggling to relax his muscles fast enough to welcome all of Eren inside him. 

Levi had never felt so full in his life . He didn’t want this moment to end, wanted to stretch it out for hours, but eventually he felt Eren’s hips pressing flush against his ass. He was grateful that Eren was giving him a moment to adjust, not for the pain but because this all-consuming fullness was causing his cock to keep twitching and leaking on his belly. 

Well, okay, the fullness was incredibly delicious but so was the knowledge that the huge cock stretching him to the limit belonged to Eren Jaeger. His now official boyfriend.

Eren didn’t give him any warning when he started to move, just grabbed Levi’s waist and started pounding into him fast and hard right off the bat, causing Levi to arch his back and start moaning loud, louder than he’d ever been during sex, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted the whole world to hear him getting fucked by Eren. 

“You’re so tight. Such a greedy little hole for sucking me in so deep, so fast,” Eren panted, green eyes smoldering and trained on Levi’s face. “And you look so wrecked now, look at you. Gone the moment I put my cock in you, just like a perfect little slut. Absolutely perfect.”

Levi didn’t even try to stop himself from moaning wantonly, he knew Eren was right. And he didn’t even have the time to reply because Eren picked up the pace, the new pace brutal and unforgiving of Levi’s position as he had to be mindful of not hitting his head against the mirror for every violent slap of Eren’s hips. He was hitting Levi’s prostate at almost every thrust but Levi had the impression Eren wasn’t actively trying to. 

Levi chose to ignore how he got closer to orgasm the more Eren straight up used him for his own pleasure. Cause that sounded too much like it would lead to a neon sign spelling therapy and Levi right now just wanted to be fucked.

“I’m close,” he groaned, spreading his legs wider. “Fuck, I still can’t believe you’re actually fucking me.”

Eren’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Then maybe you should watch.”

He grabbed Levi by the hair, fingers threading through the strands, and pushed his head down as far as his back allowed. Levi gasped at the new angle as it made Eren’s cock brush against his prostate dead-on but was too enthralled by watching the huge shaft disappearing inside his puffy hole time and time again. 

“Look how greedy you are. My pretty little slut. Say it.”

“I-I’m greedy. A greedy slut,” Levi grunted out, the angle he was being forced into didn’t allow much room to breathe. 

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but he felt the orgasm crashing into his body more sharply than usual, hitting him like a freight train for its intensity. His moans were so loud, he was practically screaming each time a wave of pleasure hit, his own cum hitting him all over his neck and chest. Eren cursed as Levi came, the new tightness too much even for him, and he increased the strength of his thrusts as he painted Levi’s insides with his hot cum. 

He half-laid on top of Levi, letting him lay back down against the mirror, and kissed him hungrily, an unquenchable hunger not just for Levi’s body but for his whole being and Levi gave it all right back. He may have thirsted for years over Eren’s body and what little he knew about him at the time, but now that they knew each other well and were officially together, he was full-on obsessed . 

A sentiment that Eren shared, by the look in his eyes and the way he was devouring his mouth. 

Afterwards, Eren bent down to lick the cum off Levi’s neck, still buried fully inside him. 

They refused to part for a long time.

-

Eren picked up a shirt laying around to clean himself and Levi as best as he could. 

“I have cum leaking out of my ass, Eren,” Levi said, annoyed. “What’s that gonna do?”

“Don’t worry, my hotel room has a nice shower. Big enough for two,” Eren said, with a wink. 

Levi cleaned himself reluctantly and slid his jeans back up. “Hanji and Erwin are driving back tonight.”

Eren rolled his eyes as he zipped up his pants. “Then I’m fucking driving you back tomorrow, now shut the fuck up. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

Levi snorted, buttoning up his blouse, careful to leave the pick out on display. 

“See? That’s why you’re a red flag.”

Eren scoffed, putting his shirt back on. “Yes, such a red flag for wanting to be with my boyfriend.”

He threw the cum-stained shirt at the mirror with a smug smile, then motioned for Levi to follow him outside. Eren led him back towards the stage with one arm around him.

“Don’t even, it’s the way you pull this shit.” And then, just because pissing Eren off was fun, he added, “Jean was right.”

But Eren didn’t react the way Levi was expecting him to, he was smirking, way too self-satisfied for Levi’s taste.

“What did you do?”

“Me? Nothing. We , on the other hand…”

Levi groaned as he realized what Eren was implying and elbowed him hard in the stomach. “We just fucked in Jean’s dressing room, didn’t we?”

“Yes,” Eren wheezed. “He had it coming.”

“But where is he? How come he didn't catch us?”

“He’s probably in Mikasa’s dressing room, doing what we just did.”

Levi stared at him in surprise. It made sense in retrospect, from their interactions away from the public and shy glances, but somehow Levi had never pieced things together. 

They reached the stage again, where they had left Hanji alone only to find them in the same exact place, but sitting on the floor and with handcuffs around their wrists. Two guards were standing on either side of Hanji, looking extremely pissed off, but Erwin and that new guy were also back and trying their best to sweet talk the two men into letting Hanji go.

Levi didn’t dare interrupt. 

Eren pulled him closer to his chest. “Looks like things will be chaotic on both of our sides.”

“Looks like it.”

“You okay with it?”

“Yes,” Levi said, no hesitation. He basked in Eren’s heat and comforting smell. His fingers brushed against Eren’s pick resting on his chest. “This is my place now.”

Eren bent down and kissed him, languid and sensual and completely uncaring of their audience. Levi just melted against him, losing himself into the addictive taste and the new feeling of finally belonging to someone. 

Then they heard a voice sounding like Jean scream Eren’s name in anger and decided that that was the best time to leave for the hotel.