MDNI. A dumping ground for any fics or nsfw headcanons I have so they don't become unfinished WIPs. If I'm writing about minor characters then assume they're aged up, don't get it twisted.
# .02 — cw : smut, fingering, mentions of vag. sex, some kissing. not proofread.
# .03 — based on this. listen to this. kinda short ;( but i hope you enjoy ! this is dedicated to @sailewhoremoon and @atsumeii <3 love ya ! REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !
minors do not interact
he really tried to convince you to go, but the water just felt so nice. the suit you were wearing had a hole cut into the front, exposing your tummy and belly button, and while armin liked how it looked on you, it was making him think things he really shouldn’t be. friends don’t think things like that about their friends. right?
‘cmon y/n.. we should really get going. it’s getting late and i’m sure they’re closing soon.’ he says, climbing out, adjusting his shorts and fetching a towel for himself. as he turns and sees you climbing out of the pool, walking up the concrete steps his jaw can’t help but fall at the sight of the water dripping down your skin. how the lights shine against you and how your suit is sticking to tightly against you.
fuck.. you look so soft. the thought crosses his mind.. but he can’t. ‘need a towel?’ he chirps, trying to take his mind off of you. when you smile at him though, he gets those butterflies where they shouldn’t be. ‘you alright ‘min? you’re acting a bit weird. i’m sure they aren’t closed ye-’ and just like that, the lights inside the pool room shut off. did they not check the rooms to make sure people weren’t still loitering? hm. you turn to see the pink lights at the bottom of the pool still brightly lit, illuminating the room with a soft pink glow and you smirk. ‘well.. i’m going for another swim.’
his eyes pan up to scan the way you’re walking back into the pool, diving in gently and flipping onto your back to look at the cheeky boy standing at the edge. ‘coming in? or are you just gonna sit there?’ you can see even through the pink glow of the room his cheeks flushing. he nods abruptly and looks down, watching the water splashing lightly against the tile edges of the pool.
you watch intently as he gets jumps back into the pool, your eyes skimming under the water and watching as he comes up just inches away from you. his mouth is slightly ajar, his eyes moving between your eyes and lips. you’ve always loved how quickly his attitude can change.
‘what are you looking at?’ you break him from his trance like state. his pretty, shimmering blue eyes gaze into yours. he nearly catches you off guard when he places his hands on your hips, pulling him closer to you. ‘i’m looking at you. am i not allowed?’ there’s a warmth beneath his hands against the coolness of the pool water. you smile and wrap your arms around his neck, allowed him to reach beneath your thighs and pull you up to wrap your legs around him. ‘is this okay?’ he asks, but you don’t say a word. instead, you lean forward to close the few inches between you. your lips land on his, soft and warm. he inhales deeply, taking in the smell of the chlorine and your sweet scent. it makes him dizzy. he mumbles against your lips but you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, not wanting it to end yet. he tastes so good, just like the juice he was drinking earlier. ‘y/n.. should we even be doing this?’ as he pulls away, your fingers tug lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. maybe even tugging a little harder than anticipated, causing the man to pull his bottom lip between his teeth. ‘fuck.. don’t do that.’
so now here you are, between armin and the cold tile of the edge of the pool. one of his hands holding you upright, the other stuffed inside your suit, fingers gently toying with you. his lips still glued to you, he is just drinking up every little noise you make. some slip through, echoing around the empty room, the acoustics carrying it and letting it bounce off every surface and he loves it. ‘that feel good?’ he chuckles, the vibrations tickling your lips. you nod, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, one hand tugging at his now deep blonde hair. ‘yeah.. that little pussy feels heavenly.. you gonna cum?’ he nearly whispers his words, perhaps scared someone might hear him speaking so filthy? but you’re all alone. you’re all his and he’s all yours. you nod again, smiling agains this lip and pulling your body up a little, wanting to feel his palm pressing down on your neglected, aching clit. ‘want you to feel good too ‘min.’
he really thinks it’s cute. he finally gets up the nerve to do something about how fucking horny for you he is all the time, and you’re only worried about reciprocating the feeling to him. ‘we have time.. c-can you stay with me tonight? not.. not just to.. you know but..’ ‘armin please stop talking, i’m so fucking close.’ you hush him with your lips, feeling him nod and speed up the thrusts his fingers are feeding your greedy cunt. he loves how you sound when you’re getting close, how your moans take a higher pitch, how they shorten into little gasps. it’s something he could listen to for the rest of his life on repeat. you sound so angelic to him. every little thing about you, he loves and the way he’s abusing your weeping pussy just shows it all.
he loves how you grasp tighter at his shoulders, literally clinging your body to his as you start violently clenching around his fingers in a rhythmic sensation he doesn’t ever wanna forget. little sparks of beauty flow to his mind in this brief time, imagining how possibly later tonight you’d be clenching like that around his sensitive shaft, how it would feel to have you doing that while he fucks into you slowly, riding you through your high to make it last as long as possible. that’s all he wants.
Warnings: Voyeurism (Levi watching a ~seemingly~ private affair), rough sex, implied authority/power dynamics, established relationship (between Erwin and reader), praise, creampie, a brief bite, Levi wants reader and Erwin and I’m not sorry about it, so mentions of Levi fantasizing m/m as well
Word Count: 3k
A/N: I’ve had this fantasy for-fucking-ever and finally decided to put it all together. I debated how to write it, but ultimately decided this would be sexiest from Levi’s POV 🥰
and as always special thanks to my pals @titan-fodder, @whats-her-quirk and @mindninjax for looking over this and encouraging me
Levi shouldn’t be here.
The hallway is cold, dark, dusty. Filthy, like him. There’s an immoral weight bearing down on his shoulders, heavier than the world itself. Envy and lust curl around his throat in the same way a fist cinches around yours.
He. Shouldn’t. Be. Here.
But the moment his eyes found you, the silky, naked planes of your back rolling, arching, catching firelight, he was cemented to the floor.
He can see everything through the door crack: hands in your hair, the curve of your breast, the perfect heart shape of your ass pressed against the Commander’s desk. And he can see Erwin, too, broad shoulders eclipsing the light, golden hair falling against his forehead, brawny arms flexing as they move, touch.
Intimate, private affairs happening right in front of him. He didn’t even know the two of you were fucking when no one was looking.
Summary: Armin takes an interest that feels a little taboo but when you’re so accomodating with him he can’t help but lower his guard a little, and so do you.
Word Count: 4.6k
Content: Modern AU, College Armin, Armin is a Nerd, Crossdressing, Riding, Subby Armin, Premature Ejaculation, Kissing, Raw sex, Begging, Soft Bullying, Vaginal Sex
This wasn’t the first time you were on your knees for Yelena, but this was the first time you were doing it in her office.
She lounges in the chair above you, eyes closed as you work your tongue inside her. She looks serene like this, she doesn’t have that usual leonine stare. Yelena made you nervous at the best of times. It wasn’t just her height, but her demeanour as well.
Yelena, who would never be flustered or hesitant. Yelena with long pale fingers. You always thought they looked so delicate, like they were perfectly shaped to flit over the strings of a harp or wrap around your throat equally. Yelena, who’s large black eyes would fall on you and instantly stop you in your tracks. It didn’t matter what you were doing or what you were talking about, knowing that she was watching you had you feeling like a hare trapped in a lynx’s predatory gaze. One wrong move and you wouldn’t see the dawn. Without realising you felt your self untensing every time she left the room.
A soft moan slips from her lips as you lick up the length of her cunt. Slow. That was her demand. You can have it if you’re slow. Don’t get carried away. You sigh into her cunt as you fight back the whine building in your throat, you were patient but you wanted to make her fall apart for once. Far too often she had those slender fingers buried inside you, pinning you down as you squirmed fruitlessly. Stay still, little girl, or I’ll stop, she would say with a cruel twist on her lips. That was her being gentle. When she felt like being rough it was a whole other game. The first time she had pulled out her strap you had no idea what it was, you’d never seen anything like it. You soon learned. That is, if you could call being face down in tear-stained sheets sobbing out Yelena’s name ‘learning’.
You weren’t sure if the uneasy feeling she gave you made everything more intense but Yelena had a way of making you do what she told you to. Saying no to her didn’t ever feel like a possibility and the thought of doing so made your stomach twist. It hadn’t taken long after you agreed to be her assistant that she had you caged underneath her, teeth in your ear and palm firmly clasped underneath your chin. She had called you over for a drink, a reward for a particularly long day. A drink which you now realised she never had any intention of letting you finish.
Yelena so rarely let you touch her, she restrained you more often than not and the opportunity to have your mouth buried in between her pale thighs was a rare one. So you held yourself back as you lap at her hot core. You were beyond being able to tell where your drool and her juices ended, all you could taste was her. She hadn’t even tried to exert any force on you this time but you could feel your mind slipping into a hazy state only focused on the task at hand. Slow. Be slow.
You bring your hand up to her wet lips as your tongue runs soft circles over her clit, finger probing at her entrance and eyes firmly fixed on her face. The only acknowledgement she gave you was a low sigh. You take it, sliding your finger into her welcoming cunt. A groan slips out of you as you relish the wet feeling of her squeezing down on you.
“Quiet.” She murmurs, the first word she had spoken in a while.
Her cunt pulsates around your finger and it’s so very hard to hold back from fucking her with your hand. You swallow hard as you take your time pulling the finger out of her grip and pushing it back in, feeling the drag of her walls fighting to stop you from taking it away. The jerk she gave you in response sent a thrill through your whole body, she was close. You were doing a good job, exactly like she asked. The thought was making your own cunt twitch in your trousers. Could someone cum without being touched? It felt possible right now, the ache between your legs is unbearable and you squeeze your thighs together. Your lips feel slick in your underwear.
A knock on the heavy door causes your tongue to freeze against her folds. In a flurry of motion Yelena pushes your head back, nudging you underneath the desk with her boot. She clears her throat and calls out a greeting. In the dark of the crevice you were stuffed into you could only listen to the exchange of pleasantries, apologies for dropping by unannounced, etc, etc. You only listen for a moment before your eyes drift back to her glistening cunt. Her entire bottom half was bare, all the minister had to do was walk around the desk to see her. It sounds like he’s staying near the door though, one thing you could always count on is that Yelena made most people uneasy. Nobody wanted to spend more time with her than they had to. The knowledge that he would leave soon didn’t ease the irritation rising in you. You weren’t even in the right state of mind to be embarrassed about being caught. You were so close, you wanted him gone immediately so you could attach yourself to Yelena’s sweet cunt again.
As if sensing your impatience, Yelena’s left hand dips below the desk. She’s murmuring affirmations to the man as she slowly pats her thigh and shifts in her seat to spread her legs wider. You swallowed thickly at the silent command, shuffling closer as quietly as you could. Your clammy hands place themselves over her thighs as you pause, mouth hovering over her wet slit. While he was still here?
Yelena could feel your hot breath fanning her cunt but nothing else, she wrapped her hand around the nape of your necks and pulled you forward until she felt your nose buried into her folds before bringing her hand back onto the desk, in view of the minister who was nearing the end of his point.
You were licking her even more slowly now, desperately trying to keep your breathing under control as well as any sloppy noises. You can’t let him know. Softly. You can’t let him know that you’re underneath the desk as he speaks panting into Yelena’s cunt like a bitch in heat. Sina, she tastes good.
Was it the prospect of getting caught with your tongue inside her? Or the knowledge that Yelena was once again, pushing your boundaries? The stark realisation that you didn’t even care if someone caught you had your lips wrapping around her clit, sucking hard. All that mattered was doing what she wanted. You would have her make a slut of you in front of the whole scouts division if it pleased her. Your fingers dug into the soft muscle of her thigh, they twitch with every flick of your tongue on her clit.
The minister says his farewell as Yelena’s hand travels down again, her fingers sink themselves into your hair and grip it tightly as she pulls you off her. She coughs through her goodbye as you hear the door close at the end of the office. She has you tightly in her grasp, any movement of your head sends a sharp sting straight to your scalp and you whimper up at her disappointed stare.
“I said, softly.”
You mumble apologies through damp lips, I’m sorry, I got carried away, wanted to make you feel good, I’m so sorry, please!
Yelena waits for your pathetic pleas to end before shoving your head into her cunt roughly.
“Let’s do it hard, then.” She hums as she grinds into your face, glancing down at your watery eyes before tilting her head back and resuming her original position. There’s no reprieve with her long fingers trapping your head in place, she squeezes her thighs around your head with a groan.
With a pliant whine a dull thought drifts into your mind, the faster I make her cum the sooner I can breathe properly.
# .01 — eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, levi ackerman, connie springer
# .02 — cw; nothing too crazy, some kisses.
# .03 — just a list of each i personally think they would do. just listed + a tiny drabble. some of these will definitely be repeated.
minors do not interact
𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑
— wearing his clothes, shoulder rubs, patching up a wound, adjusting his tie/article of clothing. [goes both ways.]
something eren always liked to do was come home to seeing you wearing his clothing. whether it be a pair of freshly clean boxers, a larger hoodie or just a t-shirt, he loved to see your thighs sticking out the bottom. another thing was shoulder rubs, coming home from a long day to sit together and rub the tension away, getting a hot pack and pressing it to his shoulder blades, hearing him groan in relief.
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓
— reading a book together, forehead/cheek kisses, sharing a dessert, making/cuddling in a pillow fort
building forts with armin was always fun, especially if right at the end you both get super sleepy, ultimately falling asleep in each other’s arms. he would scatter kisses all over your face, smiling to himself at the way your nose subconsciously scrunches up. perhaps it would be a rainy day out, the sun still peeking behind the clouds slightly and you’d just be resting in his lap, listening to him quietly reading aloud from a new book he picked up.
𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍
— head scratches, washing his hair, taking a bath together
just like.. imagine taking a shower with jean and nothing happens except for him bending down a little for you to reach his hair, letting you lather the shampoo and even making a mohawk out of his hair. you could gather a handful of water in your hands, cupping the sides of his face to get his beard slightly wet. he would be smiling, his eyes so full of love in this intimate moment. ugh and taking a bath with him?? resting your back against his chest, resting your eyes as he softly rubbed a loofa up and down your arms, helping wash away all the stress.
𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
— slow dancing, taking a bath together, caring for each other while you’re sick, forehead/cheek kisses
slow dancing in the middle of the night just after having finished eating much later than anticipated. one hand would be gently resting on your hip, the other holding yours up. he prefers slow dancing with no music playing, just listening to your breath. he thinks is more intimate when there isn’t music. gives you time to chat about random things or how you’ve been doing. slow dancing with levi <3
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
— accidentally falling asleep together, back scratches, head scratches, sharing a dessert together
imagine just being friends with connie but he stays over all the time. you watch movies, start new shows with him and cook together. sometimes he even lets you do his nails and makeup, if you were feeling extra bored. but sometimes, he wouldn’t necessarily plan on staying the night, but would end up passing out on the corner of your bed. would you pull him close to you and wrap the both of you in a soft blanket? absolutely you would. he would wake up with his arms completely wrapped around you and legs tangled with yours, opening his eyes to see you with your cheek against his chest and he absolutely would fall even more in love in that moment.
Summary: Armin takes an interest that feels a little taboo but when you’re so accomodating with him he can’t help but lower his guard a little, and so do you.
Word Count: 4.6k
Content: Modern AU, College Armin, Armin is a Nerd, Crossdressing, Riding, Subby Armin, Premature Ejaculation, Kissing, Raw sex, Begging, Soft Bullying, Vaginal Sex
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“Armin…you’re gorgeous.”
Your breath was tight in your chest as you took a step back and took him in. You had barely needed to change much. A little blush on his already rosy cheeks, the mascara only really darkened his already long lashes. Granted, you may have taken some artistic licence by giving him a generous wing with copper eyeliner (to compliment the blue in his eyes) and a smattering of freckles, a dash of highlighter here or there. You hadn’t even needed to touch the concealer and it felt like a sin to cover his skin in foundation, it was soft as a babe and just as smooth. How had you never noticed how clear his damn skin was? Did he take good care of it or was it just all the time he spent indoors?
“Um, thank you.” His cheeks noticeably flushed as he cast his eyes downward, pulling at the hem of the skirt. It only drew your eyes to his thighs. True, he still had leg hair there, but if he wanted to make this convincing it would be simple enough to remove it.
You swallowed dryly, forcing your eyes back up to his, “Do you like it?”
Armin leaned in close to the full length mirror, touching his face as he stared in awe, “I look like a completely different person. It’s…not what I expected. It looks a lot more natural than on Drag Race.” He twisted his body in the mirror, smoothing over the fabric around his waist and smiled at himself, “I look quite pretty, though.”
“Does it fit alright?” You asked, eyeing the top. He’d been too nervous to try it on in the thrift store so it was an estimated size, it hugged him tightly and you weren’t sure if it was too small. You reached for the fabric, running your fingertips underneath the hem to test the give. Armin yelped and you withdrew your hand quickly.
“Sorry!” You held your offending hands up in a panicked gesture. That’s right, he’s not a girlfriend who’s come over to try on some clothes. You can’t just adjust his clothes or touch him like that. The reminder that he was in fact, a man, made you flustered all over again.
“No…it’s okay. It just startled me. I-it’s tighter than my usual clothes but it’s not uncomfortable.” He smoothed over the top with his palms, rubbing his red cheeks before pulling away suddenly and checking he hadn’t rubbed off any make up in the mirror.
You sat on the bed with a sigh, “We could take some pictures if you like. It seems a waste to get you all dressed up just to take it off.”
Armin spun around, a bright smile on his face, “That’s a great idea! I’ll get my camera!”
He was already opening the door before you could protest, slipping out as you gaped at the door slowly closing shut behind him. You waited a few moments before Armin returned, blushing red right to the tips of his ears and clutching the camera tightly to his chest.
“You…you forgot what you looked like, didn’t you?” You asked quietly.
“Yeah…” He smiled weakly, “Reiner…”
“Did he say anything?”
“N-no…” He shook his head, “He just stared at me.”
“Are you okay?”
“Maybe he didn’t recognise me?” Armin looked down as he fiddled with the camera, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“Yeah, probably.” Even Reiner isn’t that stupid. You changed the subject quickly, taking the camera out of his hands. “Shall we take some pictures, then?”
You had no clue how he was supposed to pose or if the lighting was good, but honestly it didn’t matter. Now Armin was comfortable, he was much happier. He had been so nervous about this to begin with. You had to do the make up first with the promise that it would wipe off straight away if he changed his mind before he would even consider putting the clothes on, but now he seemed a lot more confident that you weren’t doing this to prank him. Armin’s smile was infectious and it wasn’t long before the two of you were giggling like teenage girls doing a fashion shoot in their bedroom after school. It didn’t take much to make Armin look good either, his slim figure and pretty face looked good no matter what position he was in.
When you had first met Armin you would never have expected that this is how you would be spending time together but seeing Armin smile more now more than you had in the whole time you shared a dorm with him definitely made it worth it.
“I never get this sort of stuff, they look like clowns.” Reiner gave a halfhearted frown, waving a hand dismissively at the TV.
You opened your mouth to retort but Armin cut you off, “That’s a pretty outdated opinion, Reiner. Drag is actually a whole art form and has a lot of history.”
You both gaped at Armin, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen. Once you had recovered from your surprise you turned back to Reiner, “Yeah. What he said.”
Reiner scoffed, “Whatever, I’m going out.” He pushed himself off the sofa, leaving the door of the shared kitchen to swing shut after he left.
“Idiot. Well, at least you have taste, Armin.” It was probably the first compliment you’d ever paid Armin. He was polite but the more you got to know him the more you found him a little pretentious, not that you had spoken to him much since arriving in dorms. Five other housemates, each with their own bedroom ensuite and a shared kitchen. Of the six of you, he was probably the one who kept to himself the most and didn’t often come out of his room much less chitchat. You did, however, share a few classes with him. That’s how you’d found out he was a bit of a know-it-all. It meant he was useful to have around during tricky assignments but asking him for help was a little awkward, due to him being quiet. Honestly he just seemed a little nerdy, which is why you were surprised he sat down to watch TV in the first place.
“Oh…thank you?” He flushed.
It was a pleasant surprise, the other two girls in your dorm weren’t really a fan of the same TV shows you watched. Maybe you and Armin could be friends after all. You smiled, turning back to the TV, “So who’s your favourite?”
Themed nights out were so cringy. So why were you all in the thrift store rifling through racks for an acceptable 60s costume? Reiner and Jean had even dragged poor Armin along. You spotted Armin’s blond head bobbing as he hovering around the racks looking completely lost and sighed. He didn’t exactly seem like the clubbing type so he probably had no idea what to pick usually let alone for a theme. You made your way over to him, glancing at the dark fabric he was holding.
“Do you want some help?” You asked, thinking what he was holding was far too gloomy for a decent 60s costume.
Armin jumped and spun around, eyes round, “I-I was just looking!” He said it far too quickly, like it was rehearsed.
“What are you…?” You smirked, amused at his dramatic reaction and watched as he hastily tried to stuff the clothes he was holding back unsuccessfully into the rack. Now that you were looking at it properly it was obviously a skirt.
“Wait.” You said, placing your hands on the hanger gently, “Can I see?”
Armin gave you a pleading look but didn’t resist when you smiled, taking the skirt out of his hands. It was a dark pleated number, quite short but cute none-the-less. You held the skirt up as you looked at it thoughtfully.
“Want to try it on?” You asked mildly.
Armin was distractedly looking around, the others were all engrossed in a colourful rack across the store. “Oh…but that’s for a girl.”
“So? If you like it just try it on.”
“It…probably won’t look very good on me. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this sort of thing.” He pulled the sleeves of his blue sweater over his hands, as if covering more of himself would help him disappear.
“I can help. I don’t mind.” You smiled reassuringly, looking back at the skirt. It looked around the right size for him as well. It was a little risque for yourself to wear outside but if you were to wear it you could imagine it going well with a light coloured crop top, some chunky boots, maybe a knitted cardigan would look pretty cute with it too. You definitely had some accessories that would go well with that kind of look he could borrow. “We could get you a top too if you like.”
Armin hesitantly looked back at the skirt in your hands, licking his lips nervously as he regarded you. If he was looking for any indication that you were teasing him he wouldn’t find any.
“Would you take it to the register if I give you the money?” He finally asked quietly.
“It’s on me. Let’s find some stuff to go with it.” You went straight to the tops and Armin looked over your shoulder as he restlessly watched you rifle through the racks. You soon found what you were looking for and pulled it out, holding it against Armin’s chest. He was a little broader than a girl his height would usually be but it should work.
“Do you want to try this stuff on?” You asked.
“Not here.” He blanched, “Can we just try it on at the flat? We can always take it back if it doesn't fit, right?”
“Okay, don’t worry about it.” You grinned, gathering up the clothes in your arms, “But we should also find something for you to wear on the 60s night.”
Armin groaned, “Do we have to? I don’t even know if I want to go to that.”
“If I have to, you do too.”
“That’s a good one.” Armin smiled as he pointed to himself laying on the bed on the camera screen. Your eyes lingered on his lashes, now concealed by his usual glasses. He had kept them off for the pictures but needed them to look through them. It was amazing how much of a difference just taking off his glasses and styling his chin length hair did. He made a really cute girl.
Armin looked up when you didn’t respond, peering at you with big blue eyes. God, with those freckles he looked very fawn-like.
You cleared your throat, trying to find something to say, “Oh, uh, you have a bit of mascara…”
“Where?” He asked, touching the wrong side of his face.
“It’s fine, I can just…” You lifted his glasses and swiped the smudge with your thumb but it stubbornly smeared under his eye, “Hang on.” You flick your tongue out of your mouth and lick the tip of your thumb, leaning closer for a better look. It’s only when you try to wet the mark and try to gently rub it off when you notice how red Armin’s face has gotten as he blinked, trying to look anywhere but right in front of him. Was he nervous about being so close to you? Cute.
Your eyes meet his; he looked too sweet when he looks at you from underneath his lashes like that. It’s hard to look away, even. You find yourself trapped in his bright blue eyes, smeared makeup forgotten. The only thing that breaks you from your trance is his pink tongue quickly slipping in between his lips, wetting them. The little motion had your heart in your throat. His mouth looked soft. Absentmindedly you licked your own lips, Armin watched your mouth move intently. Your lips slightly parted as you tried to summon words from your throat, you were acutely aware that you had been staring too long. You needed to say something, lean away at least, but you for some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to move away..
Armin murmured your name, it was so quiet you barely heard it even with how close you were. He tilted his head slightly to bump your nose against his, so close you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips a hair breadth away. All you would need to do is just move forward a centimetre. No, less than that. You closed your eyes and grazed your mouth against his lightly. He really was soft. Armin gasped softly into the kiss, you were about to pull away when his hand gripped your shirt tightly and pulled you closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it past his ear. You briefly wondered what kind of conditioner he used as you pushed into the kiss instinctively. Your hand knocked the forgotten camera to your side as you leant forward and moved to stabilise yourself, fingers brushing Armin’s thigh. He let out a muffled noise against your mouth, opening his mouth and running his tongue gingerly over your bottom lip.
He was soft and gentle, like he was testing the waters. Even when you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue only flicked timidly against yours, not daring to go too deep. It was infuriating. If he wouldn’t take the lead you would. You slowly slid your tongue further inside, savouring the way he gave a little surprised pant into your mouth. Armin squirmed as you took your time massaging his tongue, sucking it, only pulling away to nip at his lips while he caught his breath.
Armin moved his face away and pulled at his skirt between the two of you with a frustrated little grunt. You quietly watched him with a dazed expression, taking in the blush that had crept down his neck. It took you a second to follow his gaze to his lap, your eyes widening at the very clear lump in his skirt. It was obvious no matter how much he tried to push it down by pulling on his clothes.
“Oh. Armin, it’s okay.” You said softly.
“S-sorry.” He worried his lip between his teeth. He was clearly embarrassed, so why did it make you want to push him further? Was he inexperienced, getting hard over this? Knowing the state he was in underneath that thin pleated fabric was creating an enticing image in your mind.
You placed your hand gently on the hem his fingers tightly clung to, the other resting on his hip, “It’s okay, can I see?”
His nose crinkled in the most endearing way as he winced, “I didn’t…”
“Didn’t, what?” You asked, leaning closer as he mumbled panicked words quickly.
“Didn’t…wear underwear.” There was nowhere for him to hide his face but the crook of your neck, his skin felt hot against your skin.
“Oh.”
He muttered quick excuses against your jaw, “The skirt didn’t sit right over my boxers…it didn’t seem right to ask to borrow your underwear…” Honestly, you weren’t listening anymore, you held the back of his head as your eyes dipped to the hem he still clung to. You watched your own fingers as they slowly pried his from the skirt and nudged the fabric upwards. Armin whimpered feebly as you slowly pushed the fabric up his thighs, was it rubbing against him? The thought only made you more excited to look. He got this way just from a kiss? You knew he was a bit of a recluse but was he really that touch-starved? Or was the clothing affecting it? Soon you had the skirt bunched at his hips, bulge evident in the crumpled fabric. You couldn’t resist running your hand over the concealed length.
A choked moan burst from Armin as his hips twitched into your hand, his fingers digging into your clothes as he stuttered, “N-no!”
“No?” You frowned, pausing as he rutted into your hand. It soon became clear what he meant when a damp patch began to spread through the thin fabric of the skirt.
“Armin…did you just…”
“..orry…m sorry…I didn’t…” He sniffed into your shoulder, completely mortified.
“Armin.” You shifted him off your shoulder, forcing him to face you with two hands either side of his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at you, his eyes were glassy as he turned away with his pink lips pressed into a thin line, “Armin, you’re so cute.”
It was like a switch was turned on for you, he was just so incredibly sensitive and reactive to everything you were doing. He got a hard on just from kissing, he came almost as soon as you touched him through his clothes. Was this that exciting for him? Your mind was racing, if this was how he reacted to the bare minimum how would he behave if you did more?
Armin was startled enough at your sudden compliment to meet your eye, “...Cute?”
You hummed a response against his neck, lips pressed in the perfect place to feel his throat bob as he swallowed. Your hands had found his skirt again, bunching up the fabric in your fist and pulling it tightly to his hip.
Armin ground against the material with a soft gasp as it rubbed tightly against him. As fast as he’d cummed the first time it hadn’t seemed to have helped him much, it didn’t look like his cock had gone down at all. The both of you watched as you lifted the skirt, revealing an almost painful looking erection. His wet tip was flushed and still connected to the skirt through a sticky string of cum struggling to hold on.
You covered your mouth and groaned. It was too much. Seeing nerdy little Armin dressed up in a slutty skirt, cock twitching as he couldn’t turn his flustered face to make eye contact with you. You wanted to do so much to him, tease more of those flustered little noises from him. The thick pounding in your cunt was making you impatient however and as much as you wanted to bully him more you wanted to move things along.
“Armin.” You breathed, pushing him gently onto his back as you clambered onto him. His hair splayed behind his head like a golden halo, “Do you want to have sex?”
You were already flicking open the buttons of your jeans as his eyes widened, “Sex?! Are you sure?”
Your fingers dipped into your pants confirming what you already knew, the thin material of your underwear was clinging to your cunt but sliding an experimental finger in between them surprised even yourself at how wet you were. It made you chuckle slightly, weren't you just so amazed that he could be so turned on by so little? He hadn’t even touched you yet but had probably made just as much of a mess on your clothes as he had. “Yeah, you want to?”
Armin gave a nervous looking nod as you shucked your pants, you were too impatient to remove your underwear too and slid it to the side as you positioned yourself over him. You pushed the skirt over his stomach, exposing him completely.
Armin caught your hand hesitantly, “Wait! Straight away? Don’t I need a c-c-condom or something?”
“Nah, I’m on something for that.” Would you usually insist on more foreplay before something like this? Yes, but you hadn’t been this wet in a long time and honestly? The thought of watching his face twist as you sunk down on him was too delicious of a thought.
“But what about-” He squeaked, but you were already sheathing his tip inside of you. You didn’t stop until your hips sat flushed against his. His wide eyes blinked as his mouth opened in a silent scream, frozen still with his hand gripping yours tightly.
“Breath.” You let out a shaky breath of your own as you got used to the feel of him suddenly inside you, twitching around him as you shifted.
Armin took a sudden, sharp inhale. Chest falling and rising rapidly as he expelled wobbly breaths, “Oh! I’ve never…done it like this before.”
“Raw?” You chuckled, grinding your hips against his, “I’m honestly surprised you’ve done it at all.”
“I’m not-Ah! …virgin.” He writhed underneath you, hands grasping at whatever he could reach as you rocked on him. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips and you weren’t sure if he was trying to push you off or urge you on.
“Could have fooled me.” Your lips pulled back into a grin but the fire spreading down your thighs took it away, mouth opening to let out a moan as you ground down hard on him. Your hands gripped his waist to stabilise yourself as you chased the sweet feeling blooming in your cunt as you rolled your hips into his.
Needy little whines bubbled from Armin’s lips, “Please…can’t cum like this.”
“Need to cum again already? Let me have my turn.” You exhaled harshly, gyrating faster on him. Your knees were shaking with the effort but you were single minded at this point. Armin squirmed underneath you trying to get any movement of his hips but you had him pinned under your weight, he had little choice but to let you use him like a toy to get off. And what a pretty toy he was, the mascara that had started off a little smudged was now rimming his bottom lid from repeatedly squeezing his eyes shut. The lip gloss smeared over his lips where you had kissed him. He bit his lip desperately with a frustrated groan as you leaned forward and pressed your chest against his, tongue finding the dip in his clavicle as you placed a wet kiss there.
“Armin…” You moaned, feeling yourself tightening around him. You stilled with him completely inside, heel of your palm pushed against your twitching clit as low groans rumbled in your throat. Your teeth found his neck and he whimpered feebly at the feeling of you clenching him over and over again. You took a moment, waiting for the pulsing to stop before you started moving again.
Armin jolted underneath you, cock twitching dangerously as you started again, “Wait a second! Give me a minute.”
“Nope.” You murmured against his neck, hooking the tops of your feet over his thighs for better leverage before lifting yourself off him halfway and pushing him back inside you.
“Oh god!” Armin wailed as you rocked a continuous pace on him, “Please, yes! Thank you…!”
You huffed out a laugh-turned-moan as he grabbed your hips pushing you desperately to move faster. Didn’t he just ask you to slow down?
“D-don’t laugh. I can feel it.” He whined, bucking his hips eagerly. He couldn’t do much with your weight on him but now you were moving he could at least fuck into you a little bit.
His protests were only making you laugh more, “Does it feel good?”
“So good.” He panted, crying out loudly when you purposely squeezed him, “Don’t stop.”
“You’d make a pretty girl, Armin. You even kind of sound like one.” You smiled, wrapping your fingers around his soft jaw and planting a wet kiss on his mouth and filling it with your tongue before he could form a retort. His weak whines in your mouth only spurred on your hips. God, he was so loud. Just how loud could you make him get? When you pulled away to pant for breath you could feel a string of saliva snap and stick to his chin.
Armin wiped his mouth, pushing his head back into the duvet, “Ugh, p-please!”
“So polite.” You said breathlessly, blowing your hot breath in the shell of his ear and earning a high-pitched whimper as he matched his thrusts with the roll of your hips. His movements were starting to get jerky, breath faltering the more this carried on. You shivered at the slightly cold slap of his skin against yours, a coating of your own juices having spread into his hair and over his bare hips. He was fucking into you as fast as you would let him, his balls slapping your ass as he groaned loudly. He was an absolute mess and you loved it. His cock rubbed your g-spot with every shove into you and you were starting to lose control of how you twitched around him. Whimpers of your own to match his erupted from your lips, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”
“I can’t…!” Armin keened, arching his hips from the bed to fuck into you desperately as his eyes rolled back with a completely gormless expression. The sight of him would have been almost ridiculous if it wasn’t such a massive turn on to see him completely lose it.
He looked so hot like this, fucked stupid underneath you. You had never really considered yourself a dominant person but for him? It felt far too good. Once might not be enough. You whined as you fucked yourself on his twitching cock, Armin uttering broken moans helplessly underneath you. Your oversensitive cunt rippled around him, hips stuttering with the force of the climax crashing into you like waves.
It took a second for you to catch your breath, Armin still inside you as he laid there limply gasping on the bed. You shuddered as you lifted yourself off him and rolled over next to him, a gradual silence settling between the two of you broken only by the occasional sigh.
“That was…” You croaked. Even if you knew the exact words to describe what had just happened you didn’t have the motivation to add them together into a sentence.
“Yeah.” Armin whispered, seemingly comprehending what you meant immediately.
You had helped Armin wash up afterwards, making sure to wash off all the messy makeup and catching a much needed shower. He was more than a little nervous to share a shower with you (“We weren’t fully naked before!”) but seemed to calm a bit when you turned him around and offered to wash his hair. You were glad to see that despite returning to his original clothes he didn’t seem to have lost that bright smile. He thanked you more than once (“Thank you for doing all this with me…and, um, for…”) but for the most part he seemed a lot more comfortable around you.
You sat in the shared kitchen with him, a bowl of afternoon cereal each as you discussed what else he might like to wear.
The conversation died when another tall blond entered the kitchen, “Oh, hey Reiner.”
“Hey.” He nodded curtly, continuing quickly, “Did you have a friend over earlier?”
“No…why?” You frowned.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with an irritated expression. “There was a mystery girl in the hall before, she was unbelievably hot.”
You choked on your cereal, spluttering as Armin patted you on the back.
“The fucks wrong with you?” He grimaced, disgusted.
“Nothing.” You coughed, glancing sideways at Armin’s flushed expression underneath his glasses, “Hot girl, you say?”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to track her down all afternoon. Mikasa and Sasha don’t know who she was either. I even asked Jean. She was like Historia but with shorter hair. Real cute.” He leaned on the kitchen counter with a pensive expression.
“She’s probably out of your league then.” You snorted.
Reiner tutted, “You're never any help. Where have you even been? I’ve been asking around since I saw her, I thought for sure she was with you.” He gestured at you, “I guess I could have asked Armin too but, well…”
Armin sulked, “They’re definitely out of your league.”
You laughed and Reiner looked between the two of you, baffled, “Oh, fuck you guys.”
Summary: The reader takes her time while she's away to try and come to terms with her feelings but still comes out uncertain. Unsure, she avoids Levi in the meantime. Unfortunately for her, Levi doesn't like being ignored.
Ao3 Link
You didn’t get a chance to think.
That’s what you wanted, really. The first few days of the expedition were gruelling, paths that were previously safe were found with groups of roaming titans and it was up to you to provide detailed alternate routes. You were sore, and exhausted, and absolutely not in a position to waste any energy on Levi.
That’s what you told yourself the second your head hit your bedroll, when you experienced the first moment of silence and privacy all day. And like a jackass, he was the first thing that came to mind. You had cried the first few nights you were away, privately in your tent of course. Most people in the squad were exhausted, you’d been riding hard for days now, but you were still the first to retire. Nobody had the energy to question you on it but you could feel Hange’s eyes on you sometimes, there weren’t many opportunities to talk about anything other than the task at hand during the day, but when the tents were set up and rations were being given out you could feel her looking at you curiously.
She wasn’t the only one giving you looks either.
You caught the blonde scout, Sam, was it? Staring at you more than once. She didn’t seem too happy that you were there, and neither were you to be honest. It had completely slipped your mind that she would be on this expedition with you, you were too preoccupied with Levi that you had forgotten about her. She at least had the sense to stay out of your way.
You were much more concerned about avoiding Hange after hours. The knowledge that she had a front row seat to Levi’s little outburst was an embarrassing thought in itself. If she had something to say about it, you didn’t really want to know. The camp at night was small however, and you couldn’t avoid her forever.
You just wish she hadn’t come to your tent after lights out with a bottle of rum.
“Hey! Open up!” Even when she was whispering she was loud.
Startled, you poked your head out of the tent, “Hange?”
She held up the bottle, wiggling it enticingly, “Fancy a drink?”
“I don’t drink.” You frowned.
She blinked at you a moment, before looking back at the bottle, “Mind if I drink then? Lemme in, it’s cold.”
She didn’t give you much of a choice as she pushed through the entrance of your tent and you shuffled agitatedly to try and make room for her, “Surely your tent is big enough for you to drink in.”
“Yes, but I get the feeling you might not come if I asked.” She grinned, pulling the cork and taking a brief swig. You watched her drink but didn’t reply. She fidgeted in the silence, before looking at you and grinning, “So…trouble in Paradis?”
You groaned. You knew better than to hope that she was here for anything else but you still didn’t want to talk about this. Instead you put your face in your hands and hoped she would simply disappear.
She continued, “Quite the scene he caused there, uncharacteristically dramatic if you ask me.”
You absolutely hadn’t. “Hange-”
“Hear me out.” She held up the bottle as she interrupted you, “I don’t know what’s happened between you two, I’m sure you would both say it’s none of my business. What I will say is that I’ve known Levi a long time and I’ve never seen him get like that before.”
You were quiet, mulling over her words, “What’s your point?”
She chuckled, “Goodness, it’s like he’s sitting right in front of me. He obviously likes you.”
Your stomach twisted as you recalled that woman’s hands on him, with the door closed. The very office where you had gotten on your knees for him that afternoon. Tears brimmed your lash line, “If he liked me then why would he-”
You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, Hange nodded as she took another swig. You could smell the spiced spirit from where you sat, losing yourself in drink didn’t sound like such a bad idea right now.
“You caught him with someone else?” Hange asked.
You nodded, but shook your head after, “I don’t know, I didn’t see anything. But she was just on him.”
“Not to take that miserable bastard's side, but he’s not the type to lie to someone like that. If he was done with you he would have just told you.” Hange picked at the label of the bottle, watching you carefully, “And he sure as hell wouldn’t have chased after you like that.”
A tense silence blanketed the two of you as your mind raced. It’s true, he didn’t seem very happy that she was there. It had occurred to you that may have been a reaction to getting caught but that wasn’t in Levi’s agenda. As much as you didn’t want to hear Hange out, she was right. Levi wouldn’t hesitate to tell someone to their face that they were no longer wanted.
“Say you’re right.” You swallowed through the lump in your throat, “That’s not really the problem, is it?”
“Oh? And what is?”
“The problem is that I freaked out and left over a misunderstanding. Because I-...because I’m getting too involved.”
Hange sighed hard, “He likes you, you like him. Maria knows why. Isn’t that enough?”
You blinked at her, baffled as she continued, “There are worse things a scout can go through that falling for someone. You have to take your happiness while you can.”
You barked out a dry laugh, “That’s what got me into this mess.”
“I’ll tell you one thing, judging from the face he was pulling as you left he’s probably sat in his office right now talking himself down from going after you.” Her hands were animated as she chattered, “He’s never looked at anyone like that, I’ve never seen him get attached before.”
You scolded yourself for the pride filling your chest, you had gotten hurt exactly because of this. If you hadn’t gotten attached then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and you wouldn’t be running off at the first sign of trouble. This was a massive overreaction on your part and you weren’t even officially dating Levi. The feelings you had for him were just so strong, it was hard to think rationally when he was involved and that wasn’t a good position for someone who was supposed to follow his command.
Hange laid an awkward hand on your shoulder, squeezing briefly. When you looked at her with an unsure expression she shrugged, “I’ve said my piece.” She used your shoulder as leverage to stand up, taking the bottle with her.
“I’m here if you want someone to talk to, not that you seem that chatty, but still.” She chuckled to herself as she made her way out of the tent.
You poked your head out of the tent flaps, “Hange? Thank you.”
She turned with a grin, waving the bottle in the air, “Thanks for being sober, means more rum for me.”
Two weeks passed quickly and it wasn’t long before you saw the walls slowly rising in the horizon from the back of your mare. The expedition had been a success, albeit at the cost of a few scouts. A couple of newer recruits who had gotten separated from the group, they most likely panicked. By the time their gear was found there wasn’t an awful lot left.
In truth, you hadn’t had much time to process your thoughts on anything other than the mission. Your feelings had cooled, you were no longer angry, but the knowledge that you would be returning to Levi’s proximity had you nervous. You’d made peace with what happened but your feelings were still there, if anything they seemed to have grown stronger in the time apart and you found yourself missing small things. The smell of tea, how he always seemed to be roasting hot, the feel of his hair running through your fingers.
This was like a burr stuck on your horse, you just had to rip it off before it kicked you. That’s what you told yourself as you stood outside his office door, your heart hammering in your chest hard enough to crack a rib. You swallowed nervously before knocking lightly, and opening the door.
You were having to focus on every minute movement of your body, your tone, the way you stood, where your eyes looked, “Captain.”
Levi was sat at his desk, piles of reports neatly organised in front of him. He looked briefly stunned to see you standing in front of him, but it was soon replaced by his usual indecipherable expression, “...You’re back.”
“I have my report.” You stepped forward, placing the booklet in front of him. He didn’t spare it a glance, watching you instead. His dark eyes wandered over your uniform, “I still need to talk to you.”
“I know.” You had prepared yourself mentally for this but it still made your stomach churn now that it was happening, “I…shouldn’t have run off like that, I’m sorry.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” He grimaced, jaw tight as he continued, “But we can address that later, first I need you to understand that I didn’t invite her there, I didn’t want her there, and I certainly didn’t want anything to do with her.”
“I believe you. You wouldn’t lie.” You nodded, you’d figured out that much, “Sam also came back safely, by the way.”
“I don’t care.” He said bitterly.
The quiet that followed was tense, you looked at him genuinely contrite, “She shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
His face hardened, “Don’t apologise for her, I’ve already told Hange to keep her away from me.”
“Okay.” You murmured, “Can I go? I’m tired from riding.”
Levi sighed, exhausted and resigned. “As long as you understand.” You nodded, quietly taking your leave.
Maria’s skirts, you had missed him.
It infuriated you to admit it but two weeks away hadn’t helped you one damn bit and the evidence of that was currently sitting in between your legs as you tried to keep a brisk but casual pace to your quarters. Being alone with him? You had thought you were managing well with no physical contact for the last couple of weeks, but 5 minutes alone in his office? No, you were very clearly not okay.
You were grateful to find Petra absent from your room, closing the door behind you and locking it.
“Fuck…fuck.” You muttered, kicking off your shoes and unbuttoning your pants haphazardly as you fell onto your bed. You didn’t even bother unbuckling your straps, opting instead to just shove your hand in and feel around desperately. You moaned deeply when your fingers found your clit, gathering up the wetness at your entrance and rubbing soft circles around the bud as you used your free hand to spread yourself open for better access.
You hadn’t bothered masturbating while you were away, when you tried you could only think of Levi and that had seemed counter productive. That didn’t matter now though, it was a lost cause. Your stomach twitched at the stimulation, heat spreading down your legs as you mind clung to the captain. The taste of his mouth, his hands pressing into you, inside you. You hastily shoved a pillow over your face and whimpered pitifully into it. It was pathetic. You knew it. But you couldn’t help yourself. Fuck Levi for ever showing you what this felt like, fuck him. Fuck Levi. Fuck, Levi.
“Maria…wanna fuck him.”
You ground your hand into your clit, no longer satisfied with soft touches. More. You needed more, something inside. Levi inside. Fucking you like he did in the bathroom with his hand on your throat. You took a hand and brought it up to your neck, squeezing lightly to try and replicate the feeling as your hips bucked against your hand.
“Fuck…!” You hissed, head pulling back against the mattress as you passed the brink. Holding the heel of your palm firmly into your cunt to drag out its sweet twitching. You laid still, waiting for it to stop as you threw the pillow off your face petulantly and glared at the ceiling, highly unsatisfied.
Fantastic.
You would have liked to say that was the end of it. Done, you had indulged yourself and that was that. Unfortunately Levi was still very much in your bubble at all times since you got back and his effect on you was no less potent for any well timed bathroom breaks. You were starting to think it was, in fact, making it worse since shoving your hands down your pants seemed to be the first thing that sprung to mind when you met his eye.
And it wasn’t fucking working.
It didn’t matter how many times you did it, and you did it every time something set you off. Petra brought you tea the other day and for a second you thought he was behind you. Levi guiding your hands during training. Hell, even the sound of him chewing someone else out was starting to do something. You’d also had a few comments about repeatedly going to the bathroom already. You briefly thought perhaps doing it with someone else would do the trick but the very idea repulsed you.
No, you didn’t want anyone else. It had to be him. But things were awkward after you returned and there was still a lingering doubt about your feelings for him. You were keenly aware that sleeping with him again would only land you back in the same position as before, needy and lovestruck without the sense to act like an adult.
So why were you staring at his shirtless form as he was demonstrating a leg lock again? You definitely weren’t paying attention to the technique, you couldn’t tell the next person what he just did if your life depended on it. You weren’t even sure you could say what colour the grass was. You eyes were too transfixed on his hands and the way the tendons flexed underneath his skin.
“Again?” Eld asked incredulously, “How much water have you been drinking?”
“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You winced. You stole one last look at Levi before you left, starting when you realised he was already watching you.
Ugh, don’t look at me, you thought, turning to leave at a brisk pace. The bathrooms were a little walk away from the training fields, nobody would miss you for the next ten minutes. Not that it ever took that long when you were thinking of him. You hummed naughtily as you swung open the door. Perfect, it was empty. You made a beeline for the furthest stall from the door and closed it quickly behind you, already unbuckling your pants before you locked it.
It wasn’t like this was ideal for you, you would rather not think about him at all, but that had been hard since you came back and the thick pounding in your cunt at every little interaction with him made everything else seem inconsequential. It was much easier to concentrate if you did this, at least for a little while. You didn’t need to warm yourself up, there was already slick fluid seeping through your folds. All it took was an experimental finger to dip into them and transfer it directly onto your aching clit.
You let yourself loose a soft moan. It was technically public but nobody was here so-
The bathroom door slammed open.
Your stomach dropped, hand frozen, as you listened intently to the intruder. Rose’s tits. You couldn’t have one little thing, could you? After the initial shock passed you grew irritated. You would have to wait until they left, you frowned as your clit twitched against your hand, insistent.
Boots scuffed the floor in slow steps. Oddly slow, actually. Or maybe it was just your impatience for them to leave that was making you think that. You waited as you heard a stall door move, the footsteps paused briefly before continuing, another door creaked open. What are they doing? As the noises got closer, it dawned on you that they were checking the stalls one by one. Your eyes snapped up to your own locked door just as you saw the shadow of two boots standing directly outside it.
You swore, hastily buckling your pants back up before slowly clicking the lock open and opening the door a crack.
Levi’s bored expression stared back at you.
“Fuck. What are you doing?” You were too flustered to even have a pretence of rank or procedure right now.
“Checking on you. You’ve taken 3 bathroom breaks today, do you need to see the medic?” His eyes flitted around your face and you hoped that the shock of someone coming in had dissipated any redness on your face.
“No.”
“Really? You’re sweating.” He cocked his head as he spoke, eyes lingering on your lips. Don’t look at me like that, you thought.
“I’m fine.” You shifted uncomfortably, trying desperately to ignore the feeling your wet cunt seep into your underwear.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He tutted, pushing you back into the stall.
“What are you doing?” You asked, indignantly.
“What does it look like? I’m helping you.” He clicked the lock back on behind him, “You should have just told me.”
“I don’t need your help.” It was tight in the stall with two people, he didn’t have to move forward much before your back hit the tiled wall.
“Is that so? So if I stick my hand down your trousers right now, you’re telling me you won’t already be wet?”
You gave him a warning glare, lips tightly pursed. Neither of you were watching his hands when they grazed the top of your thighs, you inhaled sharply as you felt the heat of his skin seeping into your clothes. You’ll be damned if you were giving him any positive reaction, not a twitch. You knew he got off on it, seeing you squirm and react so eagerly for his touches. Well, he wasn’t getting that this time, not a-
A choked moan fell out your mouth as he fit a knee in between your legs, firmly pressing against your overly sensitive cunt.
“Fucks sake.” You squeaked, squirming on his leg to get off. Levi laid a firm hand on your shoulder, and another on the back of your neck. His fingers pressing into your nape sent a shiver right down your back. Maria, he smelled good. Like tea, and sweat, and something else entirely that was indescribably Levi.
Goosebumps prickled on your arms as you gripped his shirt tightly. A small voice in the back of your head quietly pointed out that you should be pushing him away, not pulling him closer, but it was becoming harder and harder to hear it over the blood pumping in your ears. He took hold of your hip and urged you closer, chuckling as you gasped at the friction.
“What are you waiting for? Move.”
He didn’t have to ask twice, a small buck of your hips was all that was needed for you to lose it. Mentally, you couldn’t give a fuck any more. This was already a thousand times more exciting than fucking your hand. Why did it never feel like this when you did this alone? He wasn’t using his cock or his mouth, not even his hands, so why? You groaned as your hips bucked against his leg, already feeling better than you had in weeks.
Levi, it’s because it’s Levi. He was watching you get off on just his thigh with a leer. You whined and buried your face in his neck out of embarrassment but putting your face so close to his skin only made it so you were gulping down his scent. You sunk your fingers into his jacket as you hunched over, fists tight around the fabric as you rolled your hips at a desperate pace. Sina, you had missed this. You had missed him.
You could feel your folds sliding over each other, you hadn’t gotten this wet in a while. You blearily wondered about how you were going to continue to train if your underwear was this soaked.
You already tripped up, what harm would it do to lie down for a bit longer? “Levi, please. Please. Need more…just fuck me already.” You stuttered.
“Since when have you ever needed to beg?” He was already unbuckling his pants. You whined feebly as he took his knee away and pulled at your own belt clumsily.
It was completely haphazard, clothes only being pulled just enough to be out of the way, wet kisses leaving sloppy imprints on skin. Hands heatedly pawing at concealed flesh. He wasted no time pulling your legs apart and positioning himself under your weeping hole and sheathing himself in one go with a loud groan. His head fell on your shoulder, panting heavily into your neck. He was still as he held you pinned to the wall, the only thing moving was his cock twitching inside you.
Your hand found the back of his head and you wove your fingers through his hair, holding him tightly to you as you peppered kisses over his damp temple. Levi moaned and ground his hips hard into yours, as if attempting to somehow be inside you any more than he already was. He felt completely at home inside you. The way you held him so lovingly was never something he thought he wanted but the last two weeks had been torture. And when you came back, for the first time he had been the nervous one.
Were you still angry? Did you fuck anyone else while you were away? The thought made him want to tear his hair out. He pulled out halfway before rolling his hips back into you at a steady pace, “So fucking wet. Why didn’t you say anything?”
You keened, “Sina!”
“Let me take care of you.”
“Yes!” You could feel yourself slipping down the wall, struggling to hold yourself up. Levi gathered you in his arms, pulling you back up without stopping his thrusts.
“I’ve got you.” He panted.
Your legs shook around him as tears threatened to spill over your cheeks. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you stop doing this? Was your willpower always this poor? Your thighs were wet, covered in your own fluid. You were making a mess all over Levi as well, not that he seemed to mind for once. He fucked you like a man starved, not stopping for a second and with absolutely no sense to cover his own moans that rang in your ear. His excitement doubled yours, it was almost pathetic how close you were already.
“That’s it, fuck. You cumming? Cum, cum, cum-” He chanted it in your ear like a command, hot breath tickling your skin as you cried out loudly. Levi used the last of his senses to cover your mouth swiftly, grunting loudly as he chased his own release inside you. Teeth found your neck as he tried to hold onto you anyway he could. He needed to be on you, inside you. Needed you to overwhelm every single one of his senses and make him forget you ever left in the first place because he’s still angry about that.
You groaned against his hand, still feeling his cock twitch inside you insistently. Blood pulsed around the flesh where he bit you. His wet tongue dragged over the skin, lips latching onto the spot and sucked hard as he ground his hips into yours. You whimpered against the ache, his cock still hard and firmly impaling your body against the wall.
“L-levi…we need to get back.” The weak, strained appeal fell on deaf ears. When you tried to squeeze a hand in between the two of you to push him off he snatched it and pushed it firmly to the cold wall. You jolted as his teeth found your neck again, biting softly before letting go.
“No running.” His voice was thick, framed by ragged breaths, “I told them I was taking you to the medic.”
“Why?!” You gasped as he pulled out only to snap his hips back. Now that he’d sated the desperation of not being inside you he was more in control. A taste wasn’t enough, and he was starting to remember why it had been so long.
“You ran from me.” He thrust into you again, gritting his teeth through his own sensitivity, “I didn’t like that.” And again.
“I’m sorry…!” You mewled. It was impossible to not react to the pull of his cock against your soaking walls, hitting you deeper than you could ever reach with your fingers. Every savage push of his hips was pushing your legs further and further apart, splitting yourself open for him.
“And now,” Levi groaned, eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed your face. His fingers dug into your cheeks roughly and forced you to face him, “Now, you’re fucking yourself in the bathroom without me.”
“All that running, and where did it get you, hmm?” Each syllable he snarled in your ear cast a shiver right through your stomach. He wasn’t giving you space to breathe let alone respond, you could practically feel each plunge right up to your lungs, “Don’t you dare try to hide from me, ever.”
Shame coloured your cheeks, the evidence of his previous release slipping out of you with every thrust. Wet slaps echoing off the tiled walls as you both made a mess, you were drenched and whining pitifully at the prospect of him making you squirt on your uniform.
When he had followed you into the bathroom, the thing that had been on his mind most was hopeful curiosity. He had an inkling of what you were doing, it was the classic behaviour of a horny teenager unable to control themselves. Something he’d occasionally seen from the younger recruits and he was content to only give them a stern word if it started to affect their work. Watching you fall into that pattern had been maddening though. Was it because you were new to this? Did you find it that hard to control yourself? The thought of you recklessly stimulating yourself made his pants tight. He mentally urged you to give him any sign since you came back, any signal to show that you wanted him in your bed again.
It was all too much, it was hard enough being apart from you. It wasn’t possible for him to watch you disappear multiple times a day, keeping that sweet cunt out of his reach. His cunt. Mine.
“If I catch you doing that again,” He panted, hips moving at a faster pace, “Your uniform won’t be the only thing I ruin.”
Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the words to protest anymore even if you wanted to. The only thing that spilled from your throat were hoarse moans and unclear pleas. The rough drag of his cock against your g-spot was milking every nerve in your body, the only thought in your fogged head was about how close you were.
“Gunna cum!” You wailed, leg thrashing involuntarily in his grasp. Levi crushed you against him, tongue squirming it’s way into your open mouth as you were racked with the tremors of your climax crashing into you. You weren’t entirely certain you didn’t black out for a second, white spots blinding your vision and disorientating you completely.
This is what Levi had missed the most, the sight of your eyes rolled back and mouth slack, completely and utterly his. A sight only he had seen, would ever see. Nobody else was allowed to look at you like this. He wouldn’t let them. He came with a cry of his own, damp forehead buried into the crook of your neck as his thrusts slowed to languid pace.
A moment passed until his pulsing faded inside you, “I missed you.” He murmured against your skin, making you shudder. Don’t say things like that, don’t give me hope that we can be anything more than this.
You whimpered as you slowly eased your leg down, aching from holding the position for so long. You wiped yourself with some toilet paper before clicking your tongue at the state of your uniform, the pants were a mess from more than just your own fluids. You wrapped your jacket around your waist to hide it, “I need to get changed.”
Levi ran his hand through his hair as he watched you, still gulping to catch his breath, “Yeah. Me too.”
The walk back to the dorms was silent, bar the humourless laugh you barked out when you saw the ‘Out of Order’ sign carefully placed on the handle of the bathroom door. Your heart hadn’t ceased in your chest even after you said goodbye to Levi. Your self control was evidently non-existent, this was becoming a desperate situation and you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. What on earth am I going to do?
You spent a lot of time in your room, ruminating, you even avoided going down to the mess hall finding that you had zero appetite. It was clear that you couldn’t be around Levi, you couldn’t trust yourself to not do something stupid. The effect he had on you was too potent. Going away had been exhausting for you, heart-wrenching even, but at least you were able to think clearly.
It was that revelation that had you standing outside his office, freshly written resignation letter in your hand. The pit of fear in your stomach thought that slipping it under the door might be the better option but that felt too cowardly. He didn’t deserve that. You’d already run away from him once without giving him the chance to speak, you had to be brave now.
You forced your hand up to lightly knock on the door, turning the handle slowly when you heard a faint invitation to enter from the other side. Levi was focused on the paperwork in front of him as you closed the door behind you, not quite yet having the courage to step forward.
“What is it?” His eyes flicked up at you before doing a double take, tone softening, “Oh, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I…um…” Your voice sounded hoarse to your own ears. He watched you place the letter on his desk silently and step back. He sighed, picking it up. “Passing me notes now?”
He frowned when you didn’t respond, eyes flicking to the paper and reading. His only reaction was a slight clenching of his jaw as he stared at you over the paper. He crumpled the resignation letter into a ball and let it fall into the bin.
“Denied.” He said definitively.
“Why?” You asked quickly.
“Because it’s a stupid fucking request. No.” He stood up, hands on the table.
Your lip quivered as you tried to steady your breathing, “I can’t trust myself around you.”
“You don’t have to.” He pulled out a sheet from the paperwork he had been working through and laid a half completed form out on the desk, facing it towards you.
“What is that?” You asked, brows furrowed as you picked it up. The bold letters at the top caught your eye, ‘Notification Form 24B: Disclosure of Personal Relationships’. “What is this?”
“I’m following the rules for once.” He frowned at the idea but his face softened as he stared at the form in your hands, “I don’t ever want to see you running away from me again.”
Boxes were present for what kind of relationship was being reported, Levi had already ticked the box for ‘domestic partnership’. The rest was information on the duration of the relationship, Levi’s details, all that was left was to fill in your own information. You stared at the form, completely blindsided, “Isn’t this a little official? Who are you even supposed to give this to?”
“My superior, I suppose Erwin,” He pulled out a pen and held it out for you, “Care to fill in the rest? We’ll have to undergo an interview, they’ll want to make sure there was no coercion because of rank.”
You hesitated, mind reeling from the single sheet of paper in front of you. If you filled this in, other people would be told. It would be an official relationship with Levi, professionally and personally. You cleared your throat, “Is this really what you want?”
“I want you. I want you in my squad, and in my bed. I want you to stop running from me. I want you to be a clingy virgin.” He looked tired, relieved even, “What do you want?”
You laughed out a sob of relief, “Thank the very walls, because I think I might actually be quite clingy.” You took the pen in a shaky hand, scratching on the paper as you filled out your name, address, and corps number, “I don’t want to worry about this anymore. I just want to know that you care about me as I do you.”
“I love you.” He said simply, as if it was the easiest three words he’d ever uttered.
“Oh.” Heat rushed to your face at the declaration, he was blunt as ever. He took the form from and pen from your hands, folding the paper and depositing it into an envelope.
“I’ll send it off first thing in the morning.” He said, placing the envelope neatly on top of the outgoing post pile, “But you should know,” He rounded the desk towards you, lacing his fingers with yours as he drew you in close to him, “From this moment on, you’re mine.”
You laughed nervously, giddy from your heart thundering in your chest, “I don’t think I could be anyone else's, even if I wanted to.” Levi had been on your every single thought since that first night, and if you were being honest with yourself even before that. You couldn’t say what started these feelings, only that they seemed to grow day to day. Being with him here, now, knowing that he felt the same way was making you more nervous than even your first night together.
Levi pulled you down to his level by the nape, capturing you in a passionate kiss. You held his face delicately, eyes already burning from the heartfelt words. This gorgeous man loves you, the thought was overwhelming and you kept repeating it over and over in your head. Between that and the kiss, your head was swimming. Your hand found his chest, feeling for the rapid drumming of his own heart.
He pressed against you with a content noise, warm face tucked into the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair. As pleasant as this was, you could feel something stiffening between the two of you, “Levi…”
His voice was muffled against your collar bone, “Want to hear you say it.”
“Hmm?” you hummed.
He palmed your waist with one hand pushing you into the desk, the other flicked open the buttons of your pants. Your breath hitched as his finger grazed your underwear, “Tell me.”
Your brain stuttered as he found your clothed clit, pressing gently into the sensitive nub. You fumbled through the fog, trying to find the words to respond, “T-tell you?”
Levi clicked his tongue, tracing the outline of your clit idly, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” The answer was choked as you tried to control your voice, hand grasping his bicep to steady yourself. He hummed with an amused smile playing on his lips as he began to rub small circles into you.
“Mine.” He breathed, teeth grazing your collar bone as he watched your pulse jump under the mark he left from biting you earlier. As if he would let you resign, he’d sooner throw himself off the nearest wall. You were the loveliest thing he’d ever come across and you were his. The very words slipping from your mouth, surrounded by desperate little moans as you rutted against his hand, was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
“Better be wet for me.” He pulled at your underwear, fingers squirming to touch bare flesh and groaning when his finger sunk into you without any resistance, “I need to fuck you now.”
You whimpered as you rocked your hips against his hand, fisting his shirt and pulling his face close to yours, “If you don’t, I’ll cry.”
Levi huffed, curling his finger inside you and brushing against your g-spot, “You’ll cry anyway if I do it properly.”
He could feel you twitching around him insistently, knuckles already soaked after only pumping into you a few times. He could tell you were just as impatient as he was, chasing your own pleasure as you fucked yourself on his hand. Sad little whines spilling from your throat when a single finger inevitably wasn’t enough. He could feel himself leaking in his own trousers but he wanted to hear you to say that you needed him.
“Please…Levi.” Right on queue, you had hit your limit. Clouded eyes pleading him with furrowed brows, how could he refuse that face?
“On the desk.”
The papers flew off in a chaos, swept off as you shoved yourself on top of the desk. You kicked off your shoes and kept your legs straight as Levi tugged roughly at your trousers, cursing at the buckled straps. You couldn’t help but giggle as you fumbled at the buckles yourself, quickly trying to help him as you started on the other leg.
“What are you laughing at, brat?” He scowled, pulling at a pant leg.
“You can’t call me that, I’m almost your age.” You jeered, pulling at his shirt as you tried to gather the coordination to unbutton it.
“I’ll call you whatever I like, you’re mine. I have the paperwork to prove it.” Levi muttered agitatedly as he tore at his own belt.
“Hasn’t been sent off yet.” You shuddered as you watched him smear your slick over his cock head, taking extra time as it brushed against your clit.
“I’ll take it to Erwin myself.” Levi whispered, half-lidded eyes catching yours as he sunk into you with a hiss, “Right after this.”
“Fuck.” Your voice wobbled as he kept pushing into you, not satisfied until his hips were flush with yours, “Levi, feels so good.”
He pushed back your thighs until they were pressed against your chest, rough hands planted firmly on them to keep them in place as he pulled half way out only to sink into your cunt again with a groan. The angle was bringing stars to your eyes and it gave him a perfect view of you swallowing him greedily.
“Need to make this quick.” He shuddered, grasping at your hand and guiding it to your clit. He was only inside you a couple of hours ago but he was more desperate than ever to take you again. The second your fingers began to rub yourself you squeezed him so tightly. Just when he thought you couldn’t drive him any closer to insanity, you laid there and reacted to everything as if it was for the first time all over again. Lip quivering and tears in your eyes like you were at your limit but he knew well enough by now that you loved this just as much as he did.
“Fuck, fuck…” He panted on every slam of his hips, watching as your back arched off the desk. Your chest shuddered harshly, cunt squeezing him over and over. He let out a whine of his own as his hips struggled to keep a proper pace. You grabbed his hand, grasping his fingers tightly in yours as you propped yourself up on an elbow.
His darkened eyes met yours, “L-love you, Levi.” You stammered.
Levi screwed his eyes shut as he hovered over you, hard thrusts shaking the desk at a toe-curling pace. He buried his face in your chest, groaning as he spilled into you. You held him tightly there, pressing watery kisses on the top of his head until his hips stopped twitching. This felt right. Perfect even.
“That…was far too fast.” He sighed into your chest. Arms wrapped around your waist, making absolutely no effort to pull out of you.
“We’ll have to go again once you get back from Trost.” You hummed, fiddling with some stray hairs on the wrong side of his part. You were content to stay like this for as long as he was.
The form was sent, a response was received with an invitation to a formal interview. It was all very official, and regimented. It almost felt like you were applying for a marriage, but at the end you both were given a small section in each of your files, an official note of your connection. Physical proof that you belonged with each other. Not that you needed it by now, once Levi noticed how flustered you got every time he said ‘I love you’ he made a point to say it all the time. He was never one to get embarrassed.
The news had come as a shock to the other squad members, you weren’t sure if you were happy that this was no longer a secret or annoyed that they all seemed to look at you differently now. It was well worth a few teasing remarks in the mess hall.
“Does that make you our new squad mommy?” Petra grinned at the news, diving for some meat the second it was placed on the table, a rare treat.
“Must be nice, having someone to come back to every night. Even if that person is a miserable bastard.” Oluo tutted.
“Jealous, Oluo? You’d be hard pressed to find a virgin in the scouts.” Eld sighed.
Oluo slammed his knife onto the table, glaring at everyone around him, “Why does everyone keep saying I’m into virgins?! Who started that?”
“Who knows.” Petra shrugged.
It wasn’t clear how long this moment would last, happily sat around the table exchanging stupid banter or bickering over who got the last piece of beef. All you knew was the warmth of Levi’s hand gently clasping yours underneath the table, his expression impassive. It didn’t matter, what really mattered was that in this moment you were happy. Desperate times lead you to take joy in the small things while you can, especially small things with a permanent scowl and a penchant for a good cup of tea.
Summary: Three weeks have past and you have been enjoying Levi’s company every minute, but nothing lasts forever as the reader starts to struggle with how she feels. How will she eal with those feelings being put to the test?
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“You’re going to make me late for roll call.” You airy laugh switching to a moan halfway through.
“I do the roll call.” Levi said gruffly, rolling a nipple between his lips before taking it into his mouth, sucking it hard.
How exactly did you end up in your Captain’s bed so early in the morning? The short answer was you hadn’t left. A run in the hallway last night led to a filthy comment, which led to a snarky come back, and then of course being pushed against the wall, it was hard to remember. This was starting to become a pattern, and not an entirely unpleasant one. It had been three weeks since you first fell into his bed, and some days it felt like you didn’t stop.
Spending the night in his bed was a new one though, not that he’d given you much choice in the matter. Strong, intelligent, and with the ability to suck the soul out of your body leaving you completely limbless, you were starting to wonder if he really was superhuman. He seemed to immediately know every sensitive corner of skin and exactly how to manipulate it, and he very much liked manipulating it again, and again, and again.
“Levi…!” You cried out, thighs shaking around his hand.
He licked a stripe from your breast to your neck, nipping at the skin there as he snickered not so sympathetically, “I know.”
You ran your fingers over his back, pulling him closer as the blood roared in your ears. Levi watched your face smugly as your cunt fluttered against his hand, never tiring of your jaw going slack, or the way you look at him afterwards with a fucked out, blank stare.
“One more.” He murmured against your lips with a slight smile playing on his own.
You whimper into his mouth, “Levi, I can’t. I’ll die. And I’ll be late.”
“Stop being dramatic. You can take it by now.” His head dipped below your chin, trailing kisses in the valley of your chest as he went. You grunted in frustration, this man was going to kill you. This ends now.
You shoved him off you before his lips could latch onto your pounding clit once more, pushing him on his back as you clambered on top of him, “Once more, and then you release me, damn it.”
You took his cock in your hand, lining it up with your sodden hole before sinking down onto him. He groaned deeply, hands pawing at your hips as you moved quickly to satiate him. He was already overly sensitive from last night, leaking precum eagerly as he squeezed climax after climax out of you since the early morning. Your thighs burned as you rode him but you carried on regardless, desperate to make him cum for your sake as well as him.
Choked moans fell from your lips as his cock buried into your cunt deeply, over-sensitivity forgotten as frantic tears rolled down your cheeks. The pressure building in your stomach was unbearable and you hunched over him as you weakly clenched around him, lost in the pleasure washing over you. You could feel yourself release and spill over him as your thighs shook. Seeing you squirt had become his new favourite pastime of late, and he wasn’t against spending every available moment overstimulating you until you did it for him. Levi chuckled darkly as he bent his knees, fingers digging bruisingly into your hip as he fucked you through your orgasm. The sound of your soaked cunt squelching around him was atrocious but you were too occupied with clinging pitifully to his chest to care.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Levi mocked, forcing your wet face to look at him. He licked a stripe up your cheek and licked his lips, enjoying the salt on his tongue before swearing and letting his head fall back. His eyebrows furrowed as he bucked into you sloppily, hips faltering. You whined at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, unable to stop yourself from squeezing him in response.
It took every last brain cell you had left to try not to fall asleep right there. You were covered in sweat, among other fluids, and desperately needed a bath but there was no time.
“Levi…” You called out weakly as you tried to pull yourself off him, elbows wobbling.
“I know.” His arms snaked around your waist, “Just one mo-”
You slapped him.
You nimbly made your way down the hall, knocking briefly before slipping into your room. Petra was sat on the edge of the bed, greeting you with a bewildered expression.
“Where have you been? You’re lucky roll call hasn’t been called yet!” She stood up, folding her arms.
“Uhhh…” You hesitated, brain stalling. “Night shift?”
She rolled her eyes, “Bull-”
“Roll call!”
“Best line up.” You shrugged, stepping back into the hallway with Petra hot on your heels. You were joined by the rest of the squad. Petra took position next to you, hands folded behind her back and eyes on you, darting up and down.
“So, who have you been fucking?” Petra whispered next to you, nonchalantly.
You promptly choked on your own spit, coughing, and garnering some confused looks from the people nearest to you. Once you had composed yourself, you picked an extremely interesting part of the wall to focus on.
“Well?” Petra grinned, keeping her voice low.
“Nobody.” You mumbled.
Petra hummed in a sceptical manner with narrowed eyes, “You’ve been walking funny.”
You gritted your teeth, “I. Have. Not.”
“Okay, no. But you’re definitely getting some, you didn’t come back last night. Come on, tell me!” Petra huffed petulantly.
You avoid looking her in the eye, responding to your name being called instead before giving her a warning look, “I was on the late shift.”
“Please. I knew you weren’t a prude.”
“Who's been saying that?!” You gaped at her.
“No-one.” She said quickly, blushing.
Fantastic, perhaps your recently relinquished virginity wasn’t the big secret you thought it was. You sighed, frowning. Petra hummed, “So…”
“I’m not telling you who it is.” You snapped, “It’s none of your business.”
“Aw! Come on!” She pouted before standing up straight, “Present!”
“Absolutely not.”
“You realise that just makes it more interesting, right?” She grinned, “I’m going to start guessing.”
“Ugh, don’t.” You implored.
“Eld?”
“Why Eld?” You gave a puzzled look before shaking your head, “I’m just going to say no to whoever you bring up.”
“Why won’t you tell me? Is it someone bad?” Her face fell, “Oh Maria, it’s not Oluo, is it?”
You shot her disturbed look, “Fuck off.”
She chuckled, turning back forward, “Considering you only showed up for roll call right before he got here, I’m tempted to say Levi.”
You opened your mouth to retort but as soon as you hear his name your words die in your throat and come out as nothing but a choked cough. You may have been gifted with a good mind and combat skill but lying was a horrible weakness of yours, especially when you were caught off guard. You turn away slightly and hope she doesn’t look too closely at your flushed face.
“...Sina.”
You snapped your eyes at her, giving her a panicked glare, “No, no-”
“The captain?” She hissed.
“You two, shut the fuck up.” Levi shouted down the hall.
You both stuttered out a quiet apology. Levi continued, “As I was saying, the 4th squad will be arriving this afternoon. Play nice, they’ll be here before they set out on their expedition tomorrow. Lastly, Trost HQ is requesting I send someone from my squad along with them. They’re mission takes them along the same path as our previous one, and they need someone along to consult for the best paths around the titan swarms. I don’t care who it is, the expedition should take two weeks. I want someone to volunteer before they set out, otherwise I’m just going to pick someone at random. You’ve been warned.”
With that he waved a hand, and you were dismissed. You turned in the opposite direction to Petra and started walking quickly.
Not quick enough. She grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards her, “Oh no you don’t. Breakfast.”
Petra had sat you down on the table and kept her eyes on you the whole time as she gathered up food into the bowls. If you tried to get up you had no doubt she’d drop the food and chase after you in a second. Good grief.
Your leg was shaking under the table as she came back with a visible frown. Oluo beat her to it and sat down in front of you.
“Morning.” He yawned into his bowl.
“Fuck off, Bozado.” Petra hissed in his ear.
“Sina, I just sat down!” He groaned, exasperated and rubbing his ear as if her very breath offended him.
Petra sat down next to him, nudging her elbow into his side, “I wanna chat about my discharge, it’s been particularly chunky lately.”
Oluo made a disgusted noise as he grabbed his breakfast and found another table. Petra watched him leave before swivelling back to you, “Tell me.”
You sighed, and told her everything. From the first night, to why you did it, and to it becoming a bad habit. By the time you were finished her eyes were wide, porridge cold and forgotten in front of her. It was funny, you hadn’t wanted to tell anyone about this but knowing that someone else was aware of what was happening between yourself and Levi was strangely comforting.
“Damn.” She said quietly, “Okay. I had no idea you had that in you. Levi, sure. But not you.”
“Neither did I to be honest, but here we are.” You sighed, rubbing your face as you dwelled on the situation.
“You’re not getting attached, are you?” She frowned.
You tutted defensively, “What do you take me for?”
“Just making sure, he has a reputation and I don’t want to see you upset.” She frowned as she moved her breakfast around with her spoon.
You knew it was a mistake but you just couldn’t help yourself, “Oh?”
“It’s not like he makes much of an effort to hide it, but this isn’t the first time he’s been caught with someone in his tent.” She watched you intently, concerned.
“Yeah, but everyone does that around here.” You sighed, taking a bite of your own breakfast and wincing at how cool it was before dropping your spoon in the bowl and pushing it away.
Petra shrugged, “True, you have to be careful as a captain though. Not that he’s ever given a damn about the rules.”
You nodded, staring into your half eaten breakfast. It made sense that you weren’t the first person he’d invited into bed, when you thought about it. It still didn’t make you feel very good though, and that was concerning in itself.
Petra’s face snapped up as she scrambled to her feet, “Captain.”
Speak of the devil. You swung round, gaping at Levi with a flustered expression as he regarded the both of you coolly.
“At ease, are you on your way to drills?” He asked.
“Just leaving, sir.” Petra nodded before nudging you, “Come on.”
“She’ll catch up, I need to speak to her for a minute.” Levi’s eyes landed on you. If it wasn’t for the small crease in the corner of his eye you would have assumed you were in trouble.
“See you later.” She shot you a look before taking her leave, you turned back to your captain with a small smile.
“Enjoying breakfast?” He asked, looking down at the half eaten bowl of slop.
“Not in the least, did you actually need to speak to me or were you trying to rescue me?” You couldn’t help the small smile painting your lips, even despite the way he had tortured you this morning.
His face twisted, confused, “Rescue you from what? Petra?”
“Nevermind, what is it?” You shook your head.
“Not here.” He jerked his chin at the door of the mess hall and you grinned as you followed him out.
“If you’re just trying to get me alone, I’m going to slap you again.” You kept your voice low as you caught up to him, not wanting anyone walking past to hear. He huffed out a soft laugh.
You carried on walking down the halls in a comfortable silence. In the past you would have felt the need to babble to fill the quiet but especially recently, you had grown content in these moments. He wasn’t one for small talk, and that suited you just fine. Before long you found yourself in front of his office.
Levi opened the door and gestured for you to go in, “In here.”
“Calling me into your office, am I in trouble?” You chuckled at him. You had only been in here a handful of times, mostly to deliver reports. It was a small room, mostly occupied by a large wooden desk and lined with bookcases filled with boxes and boxes of field documents.
“Do you want to be?” He cocked an eyebrow in your direction.
You scoffed, “Not particularly, you can still be pretty scary at times.”
He grunted, leaning against his desk. He paused as he regarded you with an expression that was almost soft, before continuing, “I don’t want you on the 4th squad expedition.”
You blinked at him, surprised, “I never said I was going on it.”
“I know,” His hands flexed on the desk, considering his words carefully, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t considering it.”
It was hard not to indulge in the bloom of warmth in your chest as you watched him avoid your eye. A smile playing on your lips as you tiptoed towards him, “Why would that be? Am I needed here, Captain?”
He scowled at you, pulling you in by the waist, “Very much so.”
You laughed, sliding your fingers underneath his jacket, “How?! Don’t you ever get tired? Don’t you have things to do?!”
“Nothing more important than this.” His blown out eyes dipped to your lips, lithe fingers squirming their way into your waistband, “Besides, I have a meeting tonight. I have to take my chance while I can.”
Your cunt ached just being near him and you could already feel the lust wrapping around your brain and fogging your thoughts, but after this morning the throbbing of your sore clit was bordering on painful. You writhed in his arms, “Levi, I’m serious. I don’t know if I can.”
His fingers wrapped around your chin, looking you tenderly in the eye, “Sore?”
You nodded shyly. It shouldn’t be any surprise, the two of you hadn’t really stopped but it still felt a bit pathetic to admit. You also didn’t want to disappoint him, oddly.
The pads of his fingers grazed over your bottom lip, swiping over it lightly, “We could do something else, then.”
“Something else?” You murmured against his fingers. Despite yourself you had a hard time not reacting to him. If he didn’t let go of you you’d fuck him, sore or not. Levi hummed, pushing his thumb past your lips and over your tongue.
“Want me to show you how to suck a cock, too?” He smirked, not taking his eyes off his thumb pushing down your tongue.
It’s true, he had done that for you on more than one occasion but the idea of it being the other way around was a daunting one. Then again, didn’t all this start happening because you took a chance? You made sure he was looking you in the eye when you wrapped your tongue around his thumb, closing your lips around it as you sucked it lightly.
His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you, eyes darkening, “On your knees.” He said thickly.
As happy as you were to oblige, coming face to face with it was something else entirely. You hadn’t looked too closely at Levi’s cock until now, and it made you acutely aware that you didn’t really have much of an idea on how to make him feel good. Not that he didn’t seem to enjoy himself otherwise, but solely focusing on him made you feel giddy. It was long, and thick. Visible veins lined the shaft all the way from the dusky pink tip right up to his stomach.
His fingers wrapped around your chin, pulling your face up to meet his eyes, “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
You shook your head, “No, I don’t mind. I just…don’t really know what to do.” He did this more than enough for you but it wasn’t like you were taking notes during. Lots of licking? Rubbing? Fingering? He didn’t have all the same parts as you did though so some might not translate well.
“Try licking it first, you can put it in your mouth once you get more used to it.”
You nodded, turning your face back to the task at hand. Tentatively, you parted your lips and laid a small lick on his head. It jumped against your lips and bumped your nose.
“Good, more.” Levi said breathlessly, dark eyes intently fixed on your mouth.
You wrapped your fingers around his cock slowly as you tested licks along the shaft, listening closely to his breath shortening and ready to pull away if you did anything wrong. It didn’t really taste of much, skin mostly, but you took note of any spots that caught his breath. The head, his frenulum, and right at the base.
“Use your hands too.” He muttered, entranced.
You brought both your hands up to his groin, but looked up at him, unsure what to do.
“Here, spit.” He held out his hand underneath your chin. You looked back up at him, unsure, but when he didn’t withdraw his hand you hesitantly spat in his hand. He withdrew it, clasping his cock and coating himself in front of your face.
“Okay.” You nodded once you understood, replacing his hands with your own.
“Touch here too, gently.” He brought you free hand to his balls, “And keep using your mouth.”
You worked him with your hands, flattening your tongue and drawing it slowly over his head. He sighed and grunted, “Good. Keep going.”
You were starting to get the hang of this, and his sharp breaths were making you grow bold as you pushed the head of his cock past your wet lips.
“Fuck.” Levi hissed, resting a hand on your head as you licked the tip in your mouth and pumped him with your hand, “That’s it.”
That felt good, and not just for him. Having him in your mouth like this was incredibly intimate and watching his melt made you feel like you had a bit of power over him for a change. Not that this wasn’t making you uncomfortably wet, but Levi being on the receiving end for once was showing you why he seemed to enjoy it so much. It made you want to push it further.
You flattened your tongue under his cock and pushed forward, feeling his length slide further into your mouth as your tongue traced a vein on the underside.
Levi swore and you pulled it out slightly, “M-more.” The word came out as a demand but it was frayed at the edges.
You pushed down the proud little smile and took him in your mouth once more, this was becoming quite fun. His cock was slick with saliva, your hands and lips glided over him as you focused on the head as you lapped up the occasional salty droplet leaking from his slit. His fingers dug into your scalp, short little pants escaping his slack jaw. His spare hand was gripping the desk behind him tightly and you watched it flex as you took him deeper.
You pushed further and something caught in your throat and you pulled away suddenly, coughing into your hand. Levi cupped your face once again, “Don’t push yourself.” He warned. Your eyes drank in his expression, noting the deep flush over his cheeks. He rarely blushed, only ever when you kissed. It had the heat rising in your own face.
“I’m okay.” You mumbled, reaching for his cock again and licking more fervently than before. He wouldn’t get away with looking at you like that, it was far too rare of an opportunity. You took him into your mouth and sucked gently, savouring the way he shuddered in your mouth.
“Fuck, slowly!” He rasped, fingers wrapping themselves in your hair. You moaned softly but kept going, eager to see him fall apart for a change. His hips jumped ever so slightly, pushing himself further down your throat as you fought the urge to cough again. Wetness dripped down your chin as you held him there for a moment, getting used to the feel of him before moving again. His tip was leaking frequently onto your tongue and you were starting to like the taste, a little bloom of salt on your tongue to reward you for a job well done.
His groans were taking a higher pitch now, bordering on whimpers as he grew more daring with moving his hips against your face with a rough hand cupping the back of your head. His excitement was only spurring you on, a desperate little moan rumbling in your throat as you watched his face contort.
Your chin was soaked and the oak floors ground against your knees but the only thing you could think about was milking more of those precious sounds from his lips. He had never sounded this desperate before, not even on nights where he would overstimulate you both by continually fucking you after already he came. You had made those desperate little whimpers on many occasions but never him, and you needed more.
Had this been his suggestion? You couldn’t remember anymore. You greedily licked as he fucked your throat, clenching around nothing as his cock twitched against your palate.
“Shit, take it out!” He groaned, hunched over you as he tried to push you off.
You slapped his hand away, grabbing his hips and pulling him forward. He exclaimed your name loudly as he spasmed in your mouth and a completely new taste coated your tongue. You pushed through it, continuing to move as he spilled into your throat. If he had been intent on taking your mouth off him before he no longer had such a concern, fingers gripping your hair painfully as you throat fucked him through his orgasm.
After a moment, he panted a quiet plea, “Off…off.”
You couldn’t help yourself, making sure to run your tongue over his slit one last time before taking it out, enjoying the way his body shivered against you. You grinned up at him, chin still wet from more than just your spit.
He coughed out a laugh, dark eyes creasing, “Why do you look so smug? Fuck off.”
You laughed softly as you struggled to stand straight on your sore knees. Thank Maria your uniform covered them, otherwise you could only imagine the looks you’d get from the other scouts. You grabbed a tissue from his desk, wiping your face as you watched him try to compose himself.
Levi groaned as he tucked his rapidly softening cock back into his trousers, “You…” He regarded you with a curious look, “Come here.”
He pulled you close to him and planted warm lips on your in a slow kiss, you pulled away abruptly, “Wait, doesn’t that bother you?”
“It just tastes like you and me.” He murmured fondly, drawing you back to him. It was impossible not to melt against him, kissing him felt like you were more at home than you ever were inside Wall Sina. Every slow stroke of his tongue in your mouth felt like a proclamation of love, the way he gripped you tightly against him, a promise to never leave.
You sighed into the kiss, content. When he pulled away he had a mock-scolding look on his face, “You enjoyed that far too much for someone who’s never done it before.”
He tutted at your mischievous smirk, turning you around and shoving you playfully towards the door, “Go on, you have drills.”
“Aw, not going to return the favour?” You pouted.
Levi eyebrows furrowed, “I thought you said you were sore?”
“Not after that.” You licked your lips at him.
“No, you can go out there and think about what you’ve done.” He guided you to the door with a hand on your lower back, smacking your ass as you stepped through the door, “Don’t think I’ll forget, after my meeting I’ll pay you back in kind.”
You yelped and the door shut on you, quickly scanning the empty hallway to make sure nobody saw. You sighed, chuckling to yourself as you made your way down the corridor. How on earth would you concentrate on drills after that?
By the time you got down to the training ground it was already noon and you’d missed the first half of your drills, but the atmosphere was lax with Levi not there barking orders. Some scouts had taken to chatting idly as they greeted the scouts from 4th squad. You didn’t really know anyone from 4th, you had run into Hange a few times but didn’t really know much about her inner circle or the other scouts she commanded. If you didn’t know she was wickedly intelligent you would have found the idea of her commanding her own squad a terrifying idea, quirks and all.
You quickly found Petra, poking her in the back and making her falter during an exercise. She scowled at you as she swivelled around, “You know, it’s not very inconspicuous when you two keep disappearing and reappearing together…” She hissed, jerking her head at Levi walking onto the field leisurely in the distance.
“Oh shush, maybe you need to get laid.” You smirked, joining in with her and Eld.
“Where have you been?” He frowned.
“Special project.” You grinned, ignoring as Petra scoffed behind you.
The rest of the afternoon was relatively calm, even the members of the 4th squad seemed surprised at what a good mood the captain was in. Whether he was going easy on them because he knew they had been riding early that morning, or for another reason entirely was for you to say.
“Stop gawking, you’re making me sick.” Petra gagged, catching you watching Levi.
“He’s in a good mood today, no?” You mused.
She barked out a laugh and turned to whisper in your ear, “By all means, keep fucking him stupid. Maybe you can score us a holiday.”
You giggled, watching him manoeuvre a blonde scout from the 4th squad. Your eyes catching the way she stuck out her hips. It wiped the smile off your face almost instantaneously. That didn’t feel good at all, neither did the way her hands lingered on his.
Petra picked up on your mood change, following your gaze before looking back at you sympathetically, “As I said before, just be careful you don’t get too attached.”
You gave her a tight smile, fuelled only by the fact he had promised you wicked things just a few hours ago. That’s right, it didn’t matter who he had been with in the past because he was with you now. Even if you had been concerned, which you totally weren’t, he had barely left your side since this had started.
It was a startling thought to realise that you were getting jealous over him like this, but weren’t you owed a little jealousy by now? This didn’t feel like just sex anymore. Not when he kissed you like it was the last time, everytime. Not when he kept pulling you back into his bed last night, demanding that you stay. It didn’t matter what Petra said, only you knew the way his face lost its hard lines as he softened when he looked at you. You’d seen more expressions from him in the last three weeks than you had in the whole six months you were in his squad before then.
So maybe it was okay to get a little jealous, a little possessive. Perhaps the warmth that spread over your chest whenever he came into view wasn’t such a terrible thing. And maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.
“Are we done here?” Levi drawled.
“Allllll done.” Hange grinned, gathering up the reports from the table as people began to filter out. “Got somewhere to be?”
He huffed, “Where would I go?”
“Someone to be in, then?” She cackled.
Erwin stopped in door with an exasperated expression, “Hange.”
“Fine, fine. We’ll leave you be.” Hange waved her hand, following Erwin out.
“Close the door.” Levi called over his shoulder, tidying away the mess of papers Hange had left behind. She always felt the need to pull odd papers out of his reports and then leave with him to deal with the mess.
“Rose’s tits, do you ever clean up after yourself?” He muttered as the door closed quietly behind him, “No, that’s alright, just fuck off then.”
“But I just got here.” A low voice quipped.
Levi turned around, watching as the blonde scout closed the door behind herself, “Sam? What are you doing here?” He asked, perplexed.
“I just wanted to catch up, Captain.” She mused, “What? Not happy to see me?”
Levi’s expression dulled, as he turned back to his desk, “Get out, I’m not interested.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. It’s been a while, I was looking forward to this.” Her hands slid around his waist from behind, dipping dangerously low and brushing his belt buckle.
Levi’s whole body stiffened and he quickly grabbed her hand and gripped it a little too tightly, turning around. She giggled, brushing her lips against his. Levi pushed her away with a disturbed grunt.
She scoffed, smirking at him, “That’s right, I forgot you hate kissing. That’s alright, I’m not really here to kiss anyway.” She laid her hands on his chest and Levi grabbed both her wrists in his hands.
He reiterated, teeth gritted, “Leave. Or I’ll-”
The door swung open. Both Levi and Sam turned around watching as your bright expression dimmed, eyes darting to Sam’s hands pressed against his chest. You practically ran here once you realised his meeting was over, and this is what you find?
It was the second time you’d ever seen him startled, his eyes wild as he gaped at you. What happened next was a flurry, Levi swiftly pushing the blonde woman off him, her protesting at his force, loud words were exchanged between the two of them as you stood there. Honestly? It was like you weren’t even there, watching yourself from the outside. You could see yourself just standing there, and willed yourself to move, speak, anything.
You managed to clear your throat and both of them looked at you. A thousand thoughts rushed into your head but you couldn’t bring yourself to say any of them. All you knew was that you needed to leave this situation immediately.
You swallowed dryly, forcing your eyes up to meet Levi’s, “Captain.” You say, tone level, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be taking the position with the 4th squad.”
You saluted, body stiff, and turned heel, closing the door behind you.
Levi watched you leave and close the door behind you, bewildered. No. No. No. He turned to Sam, panic turning to fury.
“Do you have-...Get out, now.” His voice was low, dripping with venom.
“Oh please, this is not the first time you’ve been caught.” She crossed her arm at him, huffing angrily.
“Now!” He roared.
“Sina wept, FINE.” She spat, storming out the office and slamming the door behind her.
You kept walking.
You weren’t exactly sure where you were going, as far away from Levi at least. Where could you go? You didn’t want to go back to your room, Petra was likely there. God, she was right. She’s always right. Why did she have to be right? Your throat burned as you turned the corridor, spotting a supply closet.
Better than in the open at least.
Quietly you opened the closet and stepped inside. It smelt of chemicals, and there was barely enough floor room to sit down. It would do. You shut the door behind you and choked out a sob before you had let go of the handle. Squatting down on the floor as your body was racked with the force of it, a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise to any passersby.
How long had it been since you cried like this? Not since you first joined the scouts, for sure. And for what? Because you got stupid over a man. A man. You had a PhD in science, you, a grown woman. A man. Who were you more angry with, yourself or Levi? The answer was both, of course. This is what you get for getting attached, but how could he? Had you been that stupid this whole time? Completely misread every single situation? At no point had you claimed to be exclusive, you had just assumed that because you were fucking frequently that he hadn’t been with anyone else since…
What a idiotic thing to think.
You furiously wipe the wetness off your face, glaring at a mop bucket. This is all his fault, he instigated this, you were happy with one and done. Another sob bubbled up, how convenient it would be to not take any responsibility. This shouldn’t affect you like this. When had you developed such a needy feeling over him? The idea of him doing anything with that woman made you sick to your stomach. This had started as sex but it was evident that this had become something so much more to you. Worst of all, even after everything that had just happened all you wanted was to run back to Levi and curl up in his arms.
You weren’t sure how long you spent in that closet, enough to probably cause someone to miss you. You exited it much the same as you entered, albeit with a slightly redder nose and bloodshot eyes.
It was late by the time you returned to your room, Petra was already curled up and snoring softly. It was a relief, you didn’t want her to know that she was right to be worried about you, the shame of it was too much to handle right now.
Instead you slid into your bed. Tears silently spilled down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, begging for sleep to take you.
The next morning your eyes were still swollen as you got ready, Petra had woken up to the noise of you packing your things but she was still too sleepy to notice the redness on your nose or ask too many questions when you told her you’d be gone for two weeks on the expedition. Thank goodness she wasn’t a morning person, you weren’t sure you could bear talking about it right now.
You made your way to the stables and packed your horse in silence. You couldn’t get upset about it if you kept yourself busy. You refused to leave in tears, what were you? Some jilted heroine? No. You were just a stupid woman who saw something that wasn’t there.
You kept your mind blank all the way to the wall, joining the rest of the 4th squad members already gathered as cannons fired from the top of the walls and making your presence known to Hange. The din flooded your mind and you were grateful for it. It was a temporary bliss however as hooves hammered behind you, the rider shouting as he pulled the horse to halt. You didn’t need to turn to see who it was, steeling yourself.
“What’s the rush, Levi?” Hange said loudly.
“Shut up,” He snapped at her before turning to you, “I need to talk to you.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” You shouted over the cannon fire, keeping your eyes forward.
“I need to talk to you about last night.” He called out, breathing heavily as his horse stamped agitatedly underneath him.
“Why?”
“Because…nothing happened. I didn’t want her there.” Now that he was here, trying to explain, it just sounded pathetic. He hadn’t planned on what to say, if anything he’d panicked. He’d spent most of the night unable to sleep, tossing and turning over how he should have gone after you. About how horrified you had looked, only to find that you had left before he could say anything. He couldn’t even bring himself to care that Hange was watching this whole spectacle with wide eyes, stunned into silence for once.
“You don’t have to explain to me.” You said coldly.
“What?” He barked, bewildered.
You forced yourself to look at him then, every effort focused on making your expression neutral, “It’s not like we were dating.”
The cannon fire died off ahead. Levi shook his head, face lost in disbelief, “Don’t do this.”
“Is that an order, Captain?” You asked, blankly. His jaw clenched and he opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the shouts coming from the front to advance. You both looked forward, “Goodbye, Levi.” You didn’t wait for his answer, kicking your heels into your horse and riding forward. You breathed heavily through the lump in your throat and didn’t dare risk looking back.
Tell me why my second chapter of Instant Reactions is overtaking my first one in popularity. The smut in the first chapter is kind, considerate, gentle.
I start adding stuff a bit rougher and you EAT THAT SHIT UP. Who made you like this? Disappointed. I'm calling your mother to come pick you up.
warnings: vaginal sex, degradation (m recieving), unprotected sex, armin likes when ur mean to him? idk, bad grammar
a/n: this is my first time writing for aot so i hope this is ok :p pls feel free to request more of it bc i had fun with this hehe. enjoy!!
“oh!” he breathed, feeling your wet wet pussy take his tip. your cunt gripped him like you were trying to make him leave, but that couldn’t be true, not with the way your legs were wrapped around him, not with the way your arms were around his neck and hands were in his hair. Your eyes were screwed shut and a tense frown was on your face. He looked down at you gently.
“Y/N? Are you ok?” he said breathlessly, holding back so hard from just pushing in and filling you up. He wanted you to be ok, no matter how much effort it took to hold back.
“I’m fine,” you huffed, face white hot with embarrassment and lust,”fucking put it in.”
he braced on his elbows that were either side of your head, and did as he was told. He pushed in, slowly so as not to hurt you, letting out a little whimper as he did.
“Fuck!” you sucked in breath from behind you teeth and moaned,”It fucking hurts.”
“I’m sorry!” he squeaked, and he went even slower, painfully slower. It felt so fucking good, it made him weak in the knees. It felt good for you too, it just made you more annoyed.
Once he was fully inside he let out a shivering moan, gripping the sheets is his soft hands. You were so tight and tense, so soft. He was concerned his knees would buckle and he would crush you, but he almost wanted to just to be closer to you.
He hated to admit it, and he would never, never tell you, but he was worried he was in love with you. He didn’t quite know why, he didn’t quite understand it. You were so mean to him, and yet he couldn’t help but see all the good things about you. You were actually very thoughtful when it came to it, very smart, very pretty, and surprisingly compassionate. Maybe you’re scared of getting close to people, maybe you’re scared of being vulnerable, he wouldn’t know. All he does know is, you’re not as mean as you seem to be. And besides, he kinda likes it when you’re mean to him anyway. You always say just the right thing to make him feel disgusting and very horny, which he can admit is an odd combination.
He doesn’t really know why you hook up with him. If everything you’ve said to him is true, you should hate him with a burning fury. And yet you text him nearly everyday, asking him up to your dorm all the time, asking to study with him. He can’t quite make sense of it, but as long as he can be around you, he’s ok.
“Oh, y/n, you-you feel so good,” he whines, kissing into your shoulder desperately, right under your ear so you can hear everything.
”Do you ever shut up?” you breath, and you can feel your heartbeat around him when he gives your neck a particularly wet kiss.
God, why does he drive you so crazy? What is it about this random dork that has you so worked up? I mean, yeah he’s good looking, but doesn’t his dweebiness cancel that all out? He’s on your unis debate team for fuck sake, he should not be permitted anywhere near you.
And yet, when he looks up at you with those big stupid eyes and smiles and bats his big stupid lashes you just melt. A little bit. It’s nothing serious. something about his patheticness draws you to him. On one hand, you want to bully him and watch him squirm, but then on the other, you can’t help but want to protect him. He’s so smart and yet so dumb, and you certainly can’t trust other people to not clown on him. Only you deserve that privilege. Whatever.
You’re not sure if he’s doing this just because you’re the only girl that will fuck him, or if he really likes you. You’re scared to ask and ruin your uncaring bitchy image. You hate it so much, but you like him a lot. Too much. It makes you feel ill. Sometimes you think maybe you love him, even if you don’t let yourself have that thought for very long. But you have to hold onto this small power, this small advantage you have over him. It’s not about winning to you, it’s about not losing. You can’t risk being made a fool, so here you are. Fucking him with no idea why he’s fucking you other than you being a hot girl. It could be worse you suppose.
“It’s so wet,” he whines, rolling his hips gently, grinding against your g-spot.
“Shut up,” you huff, trying your hardest not to make any embarrassing noises.
“You’re so wet, oh god-“ he began a steady rock, arching his back to draw out of you, crouching to push in. He fucked you like a heart beat, smooth and rhythmic, and you were trying your hardest not to whine or moan or groan or anything that could signify you’re enjoying this more than him. Because in all honesty, you’re scared you are.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, though. As he looked down at your face all scrunched up, your lips slightly parted and your fingers twisting in his hair, stinging his scalp, all he could think was “I love you”.
I love you as he jerked his hips.
I love you as he took your hand in his.
I love you as he whimpered like a bitch.
Armin was nearly convinced he was saying it out loud, although he did have somewhat of a filter. He was so consumed by you, you occupied every part of his brain, he didn’t know how to function with you so close. Not just the idea of you, but you. Actually with him. Actually wanting him.
You couldn’t know how good you felt, it was driving him crazy. You insisted on doing it raw, not that he had any complaints, and he can feel everything inside you. He can feel how your tiny cunt weeps on him, how you just get wetter and wetter every time he makes even the smallest noise. He can feel how soft, how lush you are inside. You feel like heaven, absolutely perfect. You’re his perfect girl. His perfect everything. He moves into you without thinking as you squirm underneath him, mind reeling. He hardly believes it’s real, how can anything ever be this heavenly?
You feel so full. Every time he pushes in you feel complete, totally filled and totally loved. His dick is so uncharacteristically big, you can’t even understand it. It’s so pretty too, you imagine his long fat pretty cock moving inside you, cumming inside you, and you can’t help but be a bit annoyed again that he makes you want him so badly.
“Why is- such a big cock- waste-wasted on a loser like you?” you said, trying not to moan as you spoke but instead just panting like a dog.
Armin whined once again, loud this time, eyes shut in pure ecstasy, pounding away at you. His face was bright red from the backhanded flattery, mouth hanging open and tiny dribbles of spit coming out the sides of his mouth. You look up at him, slightly disgusted, insanely turned on. The schlick schlick schlick sound that filled the room was getting louder, and if armin wasn’t so lost in you, he would be picking up on how much he’s affecting you.
“Y-You’re so pathetic armin,” you whispered, staring into his face. He was so beautiful, even when he was gross.
“Mhm, mhm. How pathetic am I?”
He fucking loves it when you talk down on him. He couldn’t place why, just something about such a pretty girl, you, telling him he’s disgusting, it made him feel so dirty and ashamed and it drove him wild.
“So pathetic. So pathetic it-it makes me sick. Fuck,“ you breathe, bed creaking underneath you and a faint smacking sound from where you two join. How is he so good at this? He must’ve been a virgin before you, who would fuck him of all people? Has he been fucking people behind your back? You would find them and fucking kill them if he was. You tighten your hold on his neck, pulling him down to give him sloppy open mouthed kisses in between moans.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you’re such a slut armin.”
“Yeah, yeah i’m so- such a slut, oh fuck,” is he crying? He sounds like he’s crying, toes curling as he drives himself into you over and over again.
Legs twitching when he gives you a particularly deep thrust, you put your head back to the bed to look at him again. Sure enough, there’s tears in his eyes and down his cheeks, one plopping down onto the side of your mouth. You lick it as armin opens his eyes and watches, letting out a shuddering moan as your hands move to his hair once more.
“Are you crying?”
He nods, eyes shut at the sensation of you squeezing his dick. You like to see him cry.
“Why are you crying?”
“hmm,” he whimpers,”feels good Y/N, I can’t help it.”
“Who made you such a whore?”
He could feel your heart pounding in your tiny little pussy, but you were his entire world as he looked down at you. The look in your eyes of pure ecstasy and hunger drove him wild. You give his hair a sharp tug when he doesn’t answer, staring intently into his eyes.
“You did, you made me a whore. ‘M your whore Y/N.”
That’s when your eyes roll into the back of your head, mouth agape, sweat beading on your forehead as you lose sensibilities and let out your first real moan of the night.
He couldn’t look away from your face even if he wanted to, he was so transfixed by that expression. He wanted to make you do it again and again and again until you both passed out, and even then he doesn’t think his body would stop.
“Do you like it when I say that?” he asks, not teasing, just wanting to please you.
“Yes-“you say, and it’s chopped, almost like you didn’t mean to say it out loud. Because you didn’t. And you’re sure you’re gonna kick yourself later, but you can’t find the time to care when he’s drilling into you so good you can’t breathe right, like you feel him in your throat.
“Well it’s true Y/N, I am. I’m your whore, I’m your whore. No ones like you-,” he was so far gone, fucking you out of instinct, hardly even conscious of what he was doing as he unintentionally ravaged your body. He shifted his weight to one elbow so he could take your face with his other hand and kiss you again.
“Your pussy’ so good an tight, oh god,” he shoves his tongue so far in your mouth, and it’s the most disgusting kiss you’ve ever had. Tongues sloppily slicking together, and messy clicking noise coming from your mouths. Spit covers both your lips, and you moan louder than you’re happy to. You just can’t help it, you wish you could stop but you can’t, and right now you don’t want to.
“Oh god, fuck, armin i think i’m gonna cum-“ you say desperately, one of the only few moments you’re not afraid to show how you feel.
“Ok, cum please, cum,” he begs you, balls slapping welty against your ass, fucking into your g-spot so good.
“Oh, armin-“ you say breathlessly, and he leans down to kiss you all messy again, moaning into your mouth as he works himself over your abundant heat.
You clench real hard around him as you cum, causing his hips to stutter, but he ploughs on. you whine as your cum seeps down his balls and onto your thigh. So embarrassing.
“Oh- you, you- hah,” you feel like you’ve ascended, your legs twitching uncontrollably as he cries on top of you.
“You’re so pretty, so pretty,” he whimpers, putting his forehead against yours, “Please, cumming, i’m cumming, Y/NNNN.”
And then you feel it, his weight collapsing on top of you and warm, thick liquid filling you up inside. It feels so good, to be completely full of his cock and his cum, to have him all around you. You never want him to leave. He breaths heavily into your neck, lips pressed passively to it. Your legs drop from his waist onto the bed, your hands stay carded in his soft hair. Oh wow, it really is soft, you didn’t realise it was this nice. One more thing to like about armin. God damn it.
You just stay there breathing, and you’re so tired you’re afraid you might fall asleep right there. Your body is entirely limp, you’re not sure you could move if you tried. His forearms are grouped at your sides, caging you in his touch. You never feel safer than when you’re in his arms, never more content.
“Y/N?” he says quietly after a little time passes, afraid to disturb the quiet.
“Yeah?” and you’re voice is entirely warm, devoid of all pretence. You’re too tired to pretend anything, you just want his affection right now.
“I really like being with you.”
It’s so timid and real, your heart skips a beat in your chest. You’re eyes flutter themselves shut, and the butterflies rage in your tummy as you fight the urge to doze off. You’re so happy he’s with you, even if you’re not sure he feels the exact same way. You’re so happy a nerd like him puts up with such a bitch like you. You really should be nicer to him, then maybe you could be together like you want to instead of this. Instead of something that’s nothing. Maybe he does like you too. It’s worth a shot anyway.
“I like being with you too, armin.”
You felt gross admitting it, but at least you were telling him the truth for once.
Cheeks glowing pink, he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.
“Really?”
You make a small giggling sound, and immediately regret being born. Still, you’re going to be thorough with this vulnerability thing, so you plough on.
Armin loves the sound of your laugh, even when you’re laughing at him, so this rare sound is euphoria. He feels dizzy at the noise, love welling up inside him.
“Yeah,” You continue, “Of course I do.”
A moment of cozy silence and pounding hearts, before you continue.
“You know, you’re probably my favourite nerd.”
Old habits die hard, but he doesn’t seem to care, because he just holds you tighter inhaling your scent.
He thinks, if this is how you are when you’re sleepy, maybe he’ll tire you out more often.
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Summary: Our pretty reader is no longer a virgin but now she has something else to worry about. The Captain is acting strangely and she’s not sure what caused it. What will happen when it comes to a head?
Ao3 Link
There is one benefit to not drinking, you thought, watching as the rest of your squad gingerly made their way around camp. You had winced sympathetically as you watched Captain Levi kicking the tents of the few stragglers who hadn’t yet managed to crawl out of their bedrolls yet. He seemed to be enjoying doing the morning roll call significantly louder today.
It was back to the headquarters today. While you were coming back under good circumstances, it wasn’t guaranteed to stay that way. With everyone being in high spirits (both mentally and in their bloodstream) it only made it more important to keep a level head, if you got complacent on the way back then all it would take is a single lingering titan to snatch you off your horse.
So you were up at dawn packing away your things. Unfortunately that meant you were finished far before your compatriots and when idle you tended to think. Think about just what exactly you did before coming back to your tent last night. About the fact you weren’t a virgin anymore, about who exactly made that happen, about his-
You buried your face in your horse's mane and groaned audibly. The chestnut bay snorted, it was definitely mocking you.
You had to get that out of your head. First of all, the circumstances of it happening were clear. If he hadn't asked you last night, he probably would have asked someone else. Sure, you were excited about not being a virgin anymore, but it’s not like it will happen again. He is your captain, and you have to concentrate on your job. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were making a big deal out of this, otherwise he might regret doing it in the first place. It was good, you admit, very good. It made you a little angry how good it was, actually. What was that thing he did while he was kissing you? It was rough but the pressure was-
“Fuck!” You shouted, the bay stamped irritatedly at your outburst.
“Sorry, sorry.” You mumbled, checking her tack for the 20th time today. You were tempted to start on the other horses but some of them were quite picky. Petra’s horse had been watching you out of the side of its eye the whole time and you were certain that stepping into biting distance of that one was a bad idea.
“What are you doing?”
You almost swore again until you realised it was Levi who had the question. You blinked at him for a moment before remembering yourself and saluting, “Sir, I was tacking my horse.”
Levi rose an eyebrow, “At ease.”
You held your arms behind your back, feeling the need to speak, “Everyone seems to be up now, we should be ready to leave in the next 30 minutes.”
Levi’s expression was as unreadable as ever but his tone took a firmer tone that made your stomach twist, “I said, at ease.”
“I…am at ease, sir” You babbled, avoiding his piercing look. You found yourself accidentally holding your breath.
Levi tutted, his irritation clear, “Go help Gunther, then. His hangover is slowing us down.” He turned heel and stormed off.
You let out a shaky sigh, pulling at your shirt to get some air to the sudden sweat broken out all over your skin. You turned back to your horse who was staring at you with what you could only assume was a disgusted expression, “Oh, shut up.”
Something nobody told you about having sex, was the aftermath.
You shifted uncomfortably on your horse. It wasn’t just the pressure of the hard saddle, or the lingering sensitivity after last night. You were still wet. You’d tried to take care of it before you set off but it was like your body hadn’t quite figured out that it was over.
Levi’s deep tone rang out from your left, “Eyes forward, rookie. You’re lagging.”
His horse slowed down to a trot beside yours, You look ahead and sure enough, you’ve defaulted to the rear of the formation. You bite back the urge to swear, “Sorry, Captain. I’ll keep up.”
“Half of the others are still drunk and they’re ahead of you.” He had been riding hard, like the rest of the squad. You could see a shine on his forehead, and his lips were parted as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?”
You turned forward, hoping that if you weren’t looking at his mouth it would simply cease to exist. “Yes, Captain. Just an idiot.”
You could feel Levi’s glare but you didn’t dare take your eyes off the formation ahead as you picked up your pace. Levi kept stride with you, obviously not done chastising you.
“That’s all?” He asked again.
You glanced at him briefly then, his expression wooden as always. Was he actually angry or concerned?
“I just wasn’t concentrating, Captain.” You tried your best to avoid meeting him in the eyes. You were literally sitting in the consequences of last night but letting him know that would be amateurish. It was done, over. No need to bring it up with him, he’ll only think that you can’t deal with it after all.
Your able demeanour only seemed to annoy him further, “Well, then. For Maria’s sake, get your head together.” He spat, kicking his horse harshly and overtaking you.
You watched him race forward, mentally cursing at yourself as you nudged your horse forward. Can you just act like a normal person for once? Move, idiot.
The return to the headquarters had gone unhindered, you had come back on schedule and the settlements outside Wall Rose had been cleared in anticipation for your arrival. It almost felt too easy compared to some of the other missions you had been on but you wouldn’t dream of complaining about it. You were relieved in more ways than one. Levi had seemed to be in a foul mood since this morning and people were starting to notice, you really hoped it had nothing to do with last night but even if it did, you’d get some respite at headquarters. Levi would need to carry on to Trost’s army HQ to report, leaving the rest of the squad to set up.
Perhaps that would give you some time to get your goddamn head together., you sighed into your pillow.
“That happy to have your bed back?” Petra smiled.
“Just happy for a break.” You smiled back at her lazily. There were enough rooms for single rooms in the estate but Petra always liked to bunk with you since you came. You let her because you knew too well she suffered from nightmares.
“Well, rest up while you can. Captain seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the tent this morning. Here’s to hoping he gets laid in Trost and comes back in a better mood.” She sighed.
You chuckled nervously, ignoring the odd feeling bubbling in your gut at the thought of that happening. “Yeah…”
If you were hoping that a moment away from Levi would have improved his mood, that hope was currently sitting at your feet, cut at the nape.
Levi only seemed to fume more as time went on. It had been three days since you returned and people were beginning to avoid him in the halls, yourself included. You seemed to irritate him by just being in the same room at this point and it was becoming harder and harder to remain calm and collected. Your nervousness around him had evolved into exasperation, and then thinly veiled fury. Biting your tongue was no longer a metaphor and you had the marks to prove it.
So this was exactly the last thing you needed.
“You’re sparring with me today, soldier.”
Your stomach dropped. Sina, are you there? You vindictive bitch.
You turned slowly and matched Levi’s glare, “Of course, Captain.”
“I’ll err, find someone else.” Petra winced, shuffling off to the side and settling with one of the other pairs. Coward, you thought.
You could blame Petra all you liked later, your dear leader was your main focus right now. You took a stance silently, waiting for him to make the first move.
Levi snorted, following suit, “Wipe that look off your face, you look like I shit in your breakfast.”
Screw waiting.
You ducked down and threw the first punch, aiming for his core. Levi clicked his tongue in a disappointed fashion, you swung back to avoid the knee aimed for your face. Levi was smaller than you, but stronger. He also seemed to have zero issue with actually hitting you, you realised, when you only just managed to dodge his blow partially. It glanced off your shoulder, Levi immediately took advantage of the momentary loss of balance. Maintaining a hard grip on your shoulder he kept pushing and hopped forward, hooking his leg around the back of your knees and sweeping them out from underneath you.
You barely had time to avoid landing on your back, let alone launch a counter attack. He quickly wrapped his limbs around yours and trapped you in place. You attempted to struggle but winced and stopped immediately, he had your shoulder in a tight lock. You huffed, tapping the ground in resignation.
Releasing the hold, he sat up and peered down at you with an amused expression. “This is familiar.” He murmured with a sneer.
You gaped at him. Blood rushing to your face, you whipped your head around to the groups around you. Either they didn’t hear him or they were too focused on their own matches. You glared at him furiously, “Inappropriate, Captain.” you hissed, putting extra emphasis on his rank as you wriggled out from underneath him.
There it is, Levi thought, finally a reaction.
Levi stood up and took his stance again, “Is that right? Try winning before you start complaining.”
You did not win.
In retrospect, it was pretty short-sighted to think you could beat Levi in hand-to-hand combat. Even if it was only practice matches, the more flustered you got the more openings you gave him.
Shadow washed over you, briefly giving your eyes respite from the glaring sun. “Are you getting up?” Petra stood over you with a sympathetic grimace.
“No, I live here now.” You groaned, throwing your arms wide on the grass underneath you.
“I don’t blame you, actually, that was brutal.” Petra laughed, offering you a hand.
You winced as you took her hand with a limp grip, hoping she’d take pity on you and pull you up herself, “Ugh, you saw that right?”
“I’d ask what you did to end up on his shit list but he seemed to be enjoying himself. I’m never sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”
You laughed, wincing at the sore muscles it strained as you stood up, “Bad. Definitely bad.”
It definitely wasn’t just you, then. Levi definitely had it out for you. At first it was hard to distinguish from his usual sour mood but you had begun to notice it was directed at you more times than not for the past few days. Had you pissed him off, somehow? It seemed to have started after you got back from your expedition. The only out of the ordinary interaction you had had with him then was…that. He didn’t seem annoyed at the time, but perhaps that had changed.
“Petra?” You said, trying to choose your next words carefully, “Would you ever bang a virgin?”
Petra burst out laughing, “Where did that come from?!”
“Oluo asked me the other day, I couldn’t decide.” You lied, chuckling at her reaction.
“Ugh, that creep would.” She scoffed, “Hmm, probably not. It’d probably be bad and they might get clingy afterward. It’s easier to stick with someone who knows what they’re doing, right?”
“Yeah, that makes sense. I think he just has some weird virgin fetish.” Sorry, Oluo.
“I wouldn’t put it past him.” She snickered, “Come on, let’s get you into a bath. I have the first slot today, I’ll swap with you.”
“Petra!” You cried, leaning heavily on her shoulder, “An angel! From Heaven!”
She groaned under your weight, “Alright, alright, before I change my mind.”
Clingy, huh?
Perhaps that explained Levi’s mood lately. It would make sense, he was trying to reinforce that you weren’t going to get any special treatment. You sighed harshly, sinking into the hot water until it covered the bottom half of your face. It was completely unnecessary. You hadn’t given him a single reason to act like that. You’d been a bit awkward, sure, but the perfect soldier otherwise since you got back. Hell, it felt like you were purposely paying even less attention to him now than you were before, nobody was going to suspect anything if that was what he was worried about.
A loud, wooden knock made you jump out of your skin.
“Shit!” You hissed. Had you gone over your time? You leaned over the bath, rifling through your pile of clothes for your watch. The rapping got more insistent once you found it, “Just a minute!” you called out.
6:27 pm
Are you fucking serious? You hadn’t even been in for half an hour. Three loud bangs hit the door and echoed off the steaming walls. You swore, throwing yourself out the bath and grabbing your towel, seething as you wrapped it around yourself and stormed towards the door. You flicked open the lock and swung the door open.
“It’s still my-”
Captain Levi’s stony expression bore into you. He flicked his eyes down to your towel and back up again, cocking his head, “Where’s Petra?”
“I don’t know, she gave me her slot.” You hoped he attributed your flush to the hot bath rather than him, “Are you next? It’s not your time yet.” The second you spoke you heard the biting edge in your own tone, “Captain.”
“Petra usually finishes quickly, I take her extra time.” Levi pushed the door open further and slipped past you. You watched in disbelief as he walked up to the bath, rolling up his white shirt sleeves to his elbows and pulling the plug out.
“Hey!” You stepped forward to stop him but thought better of it when he shot you a provocative glare, “What?”
If you thought for even a second that you could land a punch on him after this morning, you would have. Everything about his expression and body language was begging for a fight. You stared at him incredulously for a moment, anger churning in your gut. You took a deep breath, thinking better of it. “Nothing, Captain. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get out of your way.” You gritted your teeth and started grabbing your clothes off the floor.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Levi shouted, it echoed off the walls and in your ears, nearly making you drop your towel.
Oh fuck this. The mask was off. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” you asked quietly.
“Me? What about you?” He glared at you, waving a hand angrily in your general direction.
“I’m not the one who’s been in a foul mood for days. You do realise the whole squad is avoiding you right now? You’ve been nothing but unpleasant.” Your wet feet smacked against the tiles as you stormed up to him, “What? Was it that bad that you have to take it out on me?”
“What are you talking about?” He jeered.
“Don’t. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Your tone may as well have chilled the very air around you as you glowered down at him, daring him to continue.
He folded his arms, clearly not intimidated. “I could ask you the same.”
You threw your arms up then and turned away, already sick of arguing around in circles, “And what exactly have I done?”
“You’ve been acting like a statue since we fucked, that’s what.” Levi quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to face him, you snatched it away immediately.
“I was trying to act professional. Was I supposed to bat my eyelashes at you everytime you walked past? Start planning our wedding?” Your volume was in no way a respectable level now, anyone walking by the bathroom would hear but you couldn’t bring yourself to care a damn bit.
“You weren’t even this bad when you first got here, is this how you’re going to be from now on?” He was matching your volume and if you weren’t so angry you would have laughed at how ridiculous this was. In the whole time you’d been in his squad not once had he shouted at anyone like he was now, not even in the middle of a fight.
“And how else do you want me to be, Sir.” You leaned close to his face, hissing the last syllable. In the past, making him angry would have been a terrifying idea but you relished seeing his eyes widen and the corded muscle of his neck twitch. Good. Giving him a fraction of the agitation you’d felt these past couple of days was a darkly delicious feeling.
Levi glared silently into your eyes as if searching for something before looking away. He wiped his jaw roughly, and slowly unclenched it as he murmured something behind his hand.
“I can’t hear you.” You frowned.
“I said, I want you to at least act like you didn’t hate it.” He said quietly, dark eyes flashing at yours angrily. His whole body was stiff and tense.
Your mind went blank for a moment, eyes wide as you leaned back. You weren’t sure how to respond to that at all. “What?”
Levi huffed, frustrated, “You left immediately, you’ve been avoiding me ever since, you won’t even look me in the eye.” He counted the transgressions on his hand for emphasis but he didn’t get in your face like you just had to him despite being exasperated.
“I…I said as much in the tent, didn’t I? I was happy I did it.” You stumbled over your words, trying to defend yourself. When he laid everything out like that it had your mind racing to think back to every other interaction you’d had with him in the last couple of days. Had you been overly cold to him? Was he…hurt? “Levi, have you been upset this whole time because you thought I hated it?”
“I’m not upset.” He muttered, not looking you in the eye. He clicked his tongue when he realised you were looking at him and turned to lean on the rim of the bath basin, knuckles white as he gripped it. You swallowed, considering your next words carefully, “Do you have any idea…I was acting cool for your sake. I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle being a normal member of the squad after…that.” You gently laid a hand on his shoulder, he tensed but didn’t shrug it off, “Hey. I just didn’t want you to think I was a clingy virgin, okay?”
Levi still wasn’t looking at you. Cautiously, your hand migrates to the back of his neck. Even in a hot, damp room you can still smell the scent of tea clinging to his clothes. Your thumb traces the bottom of his hairline. The undercutted hair had grown back, he hasn’t shaved since being back.
“You need to cut your hair, it’s getting long. Well, for you, at least.” You smiled wryly and gave a strand of his hair a playful tug. Levi sighed with a shudder, finally releasing the tension in his shoulders.
He turned his head slightly towards you, finally speaking, “Want to do it for me?”
“I’ve never done that before, what if I fuck up your hair?”
“Then I’ll court-martial you, obviously.” He said, deadpan.
Levi smiled slightly at your quiet giggle bouncing off the bathroom walls, “Come on, I’ll show you what to do.”
Levi’s fingers found your wrist again, more gently this time, as he led you to the sink. He grabbed a chair pushed up against the wall and sat in front of the basin before sitting down, bending low to rifle through the cupboards and retrieving a small box. He set it on the side and opened it. There were a handful of things inside but the thing that caught your eye was a glint of metal in the low light from a sharp looking razor.
Levi’s reflection caught your eyes in his, it made your stomach flutter and in a way that annoyed you. He shouldn’t be allowed to be this pretty, not after the way he had been the last couple of days. Unfortunately you were finding it increasingly difficult to stay mad, “You need to wash my hair first.”
You smiled despite yourself, “Do I now? You’ll need to take your shirt off otherwise it’ll get wet.”
He silently looked down and unbuttoned his shirt. You caught your own eyes lingering as more and more of his skin was slowly revealed. You glanced away and tutted at nothing in particular, choosing instead to focus on the box he pulled out until he handed you the crisp shirt, you took it and dropped it with your own pile of clothes.
He made a disgusted noise, “Don’t just dump it on the floor.”
“Shush. Put your head back.” You ignored his complaints and ran the water from the tap, flicking your fingers underneath to test the temperature. Once satisfied you wrapped a towel around the back of his neck and ran your hand down his jaw, tipping his chin with the smallest amount of pressure so that his hair dipped into the water. Levi leaned into your touch, eyes closed. It was hard to stop the small smile playing on your lips as you watched him melt, who knew that humanity's strongest soldier loved being pampered?
You leaned close to his head and you lathered your hands with the soap, “Ready?” You murmured.
Levi grunted, not opening his eyes. You hummed as you scooped up some water from the bowl and let it run down his head before sinking your fingers deep into his dark locks. With his eyes closed it was hard to resist your own from wandering. His chest rising and falling peacefully, throat bobbing as he swallowed through your fingertips reaching his scalp. You wanted to touch more than his hair.
“You’re breathing on me.” He murmured, eyes still closed.
You cupped some of the water and let it wash away the soap, sinking your fingers into his head once more to make sure it was all out. “Shut up. I’m trying to concentrate.” You grinned, purposefully blowing on his ear.
Levi’s eyes flicked open and watched you as you squeezed the excess water out. You picked up the razor from the box and turned to him, “What do I do now?”
Levi licked his lips, very much not looking at the razor.
“Take it off.”
The reaction was immediate. Breath quickening and your heartbeat dropping in between your legs, the effect those three little words had on you was almost shameful. But it wasn’t just those words was it? It was the smell of him, the feel of his warm skin underneath your fingertips, the dark look he was giving you right now. Hell, it started when he first walked in and looked you up and down in your towel even if you were too angry to admit it then.
When you didn’t move his fingers snaked around your wrist, pads settling on your pulse points before slowly reaching to the fold of the towel. It didn’t take much pulling for the towel to come undone and fall away. He hummed, fingers running over the side of your hip. You watched, razor still in hand, as he ran his thumb over the bone of your hip. Fingers pushed into the fat of your thighs, pulling you closer. “Gorgeous.”
“Levi…” You warned. Hot breath fanned over your stomach as his hand wrapped around yours, slipping the razor from it. He placed it carefully on the side of the sink before returning his attention to you, wrapping a calloused hand around the back of your thigh. He smirked at your flushed expression.
“What? We can’t make up?” He cocked his head. You place a hand on his shoulder, inhaling sharply when his fingers grazed your inner thigh, “I haven’t done anything. Yet.” His lips ghosted over your stomach.
It was the anticipation. Knowing his fingers had been there before, knowing what they felt like. The argument, touching him again, and now this. You didn’t need to check yourself to know you were slick between your thighs already. The blood pounding in your head was making you dizzy, or was that him? You moaned softly when he slipped his fingers in between your legs, cupping your cunt.
Levi exhaled, looking up to your face with a smirk as his fingers dipped in between your folds and teasing the wet lips, “Sit down.”
He pulled you down and you sat on his thighs, facing him. He spread his legs wide, pulling yours open and held you firmly by your waist, “I’m going to fall.” You complained.
“No, you won’t.” Levi said simply. One hand on your back holding you up, the other swiping ever so softly over your slit. You squirm at his light touch, holding tightly onto his shoulders.
“Stay still, or I will drop you.” He murmured, fingers touching you everywhere except where you needed it most.
“How long have we got in here? The next person will be in soon.” You mumbled, impatient.
“We have plenty of time.”
You held in a huff, focusing instead on his hands. You watched intensely as he ran two fingers down the centre of your cunt, wetting them, before slowly sliding them inside. Your leg twitched and you both groaned in unison. You were tense in his lap, not wanting to writhe and fall off but the alternative was keeping your legs spread and feeling every agonisingly slow drag of his fingers to the full.
Levi drank in every reaction. Your chest rising and falling rapidly already, lips parted as you panted against his neck, the way you squeezed his fingers every time he pulled them out as if you needed them inside you. The cold shoulder he’d been getting from you for the past few days was long forgotten now that you clung to him sweet as honey in his arms. Had he ever enjoyed taking it this slowly with someone before? He curled his fingers inside you and you twitched around him, whimpering softly in his ear. No, definitely not. This was becoming addictive, it was all that was on his mind since the first time.
He ran his hand up to the back of your neck, rubbing it idly. “This is better. Tell me how you feel.” He said thickly, tone content.
You whined softly, pushing your hot face into his neck as you felt yourself squeezing his fingers, “Levi…more.”
Levi clicked his tongue at your impatience, why would you want to rush this moment when it was so sweet? He cupped the side of your face and shifted your head so you were facing him, taking your expression in for a moment. “If you want more, move your hips.”
Your lip quivered as you took a shaky breath. You looked down, frowning as you ground your hips into his hand. You groaned and Levi pulled you in tightly by your waist, “That’s it.” He gasped, the heel of his palm pressed firmly into your clit as you fucked yourself on his fingers. Your chest heaved, head leaning back as you lost yourself in the sensation. Levi teeth grazed the base of your throat and you caught sight of yourself in the sink mirror. Your eyes were so dilated they were almost black, and flushed all the way to your tits. Your thighs burned from the repeated action but half of your bucking was involuntary at this point. You watched your hips roll and pick up the pace, looking back to Levi who was watching you with a hungry adoration. It made the tension in your cunt threaten to spill over. You pushed your face into his, nipping at his parted lips.
You pulled back and cupped his face, “Levi, I’m…gunna cum.” You gasped. He hummed in agreement, placing a brief kiss on your lips before sitting back and watching you completely fall apart.
The high that follows you afterward is even better than the last time in his tent. You stared deeply into him with a blank expression, not quite wrapping your head around how it’s possible to feel so blissful in a single moment. You blink slowly as he shifted underneath you, pulling you up onto your feet. A whine started rumbling in your throat as your weak thighs tried miserably to support you.
“Here.” Levi took your hands and placed them on the sink. You stared down at them with bleary eyes as he manoeuvred you and took position behind you. He placed a single, searing hand on your hip while the other wrapped around your jaw and pulled your head up to match his gaze in the mirror. You clenched around nothing when your eyes met. The look he was giving you was feral, more aligned with someone wanting to eat you than fuck you.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to do this again?” He held your face firmly, talking to your reflection. You shivered against him, feeling his hot hand running up your back and wrapping around your waist. His fingertips found your erect nipple, lightly rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You pushed against him instinctively and shook your head, feeling his need well enough digging into your thigh.
He grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed before unbuckling his pants. He pushed into your soaked cunt all the way to the hilt in one go, shuddering when he couldn’t go in any further. You whimpered, trying to adjust to the feeling of being taken from behind. How did it feel so different? Tears burned your eyes at the intensity of it, feeling so completely full all at once. It almost felt like there wasn’t room to breathe, and he was reaching a completely new depth.
“Now we're running out of time.” Levi rasped, snapping his hips into yours.
You tightened on his cock suddenly, choking out a wail and he drove into you repeatedly. You got no respite whatsoever from the mind-numbing flush that bloomed in your wet cunt with every thrust. Your legs shook as you struggled to hold yourself up. You were getting light headed again, weak from already cumming hard once you squeezed your eyes shut and leaning into it.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” He growled, pulling your head back.
The feeling of your ass cushioning his hips as he buried himself in you, mixed with the sight of your blown out eyes watching him fuck you desperately was driving him wild. Levi wanted to burn this image into your brain. Of yourself getting fucked from behind, an arm wrapped around your waist with his other hand placed over your throat possessively. A mere virgin days ago, now trembling in his arms as you came onto his cock for the second time. He was the only one to have seen you like this, ever. He’d never been possessive of a damn thing in his life, but the thought of you showing this to anyone else brought him nothing but cold fury. It made him want to fuck you harder, deeper, mould you to the shape of him once and for all.
You were pushed up so hard against the sink it was digging into your stomach but you barely felt it. The only thing you could feel was Levi’s cock claiming every inch inside you, he wasn’t giving you anytime to recover from your orgasm and his torturous pace was only tightening the coil in your sensitive cunt once more. The noises erupting from your throat weren’t in your control anymore, your jaw was slack and lips trembling as Levi reached forward and ran his fingers over your swollen clit. You yelped and clamped down on him.
He moaned, rubbing your clit in rough, fast circles, “Again.”
Tears ran down your cheeks as you came hard, knees buckling. You choked out a sob as he held you up and ruthlessly fucked you through your climax. You could feel something wet dripping down your legs and the squelching of your dripping cunt was only concealed by your mindless pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for, you couldn’t think, just babble endlessly through your tears.
Levi exclaimed, fingers digging into your hip as his cock twitched inside you. He clung to you tightly as he pumped his release into you, panting out faint whimpers onto your back. You stayed like that for a short moment, catching your breath and waiting for the pulsing to slow. When his weight started to lean on you, you made a sound of protest as your knees struggled to support you both.
Levi groaned as he pulled out, arm snaking around your ribs to lay his hand flat on your sternum. He gently urged you up, rewarding you with kisses fluttered over your shoulders when you complied. “Levi…” You whispered.
“Yeah?”
You leaned against the sink and wiped the sweat from your forehead, sighing breathlessly, “Was that…Sina, is this going to become a regular occurrence?”
Levi ran his hand through his wet hair, “Is that what you want?”
“I don’t know.” Your mind was racing with all kinds of variables. What if you got caught and Levi’s reputation suffered, what if it soured and you grew to hate each other, what if-
“Don’t think about what you should do, or what’s allowed. What do you want?” Levi regarded you seriously, reaching for your hand and holding it in his own.
Your eyes flicked down to his lips as he spoke. Nobody had ever been interested in what you wanted. Most of your childhood was spent making your parents proud, then your professors, then your squad supervisors. Not one person had ever given a fuck about where you wanted to be, or what you wanted to do.
“I don’t want to stop.” You said softly, the words forming before you had even finished your thought.
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” Levi smiled, gripping the back of your knee and guiding your leg around his waist, “We have three days to catch up on.” His breath hot on your neck made a shiver ripple across your back and you tilted your head eagerly.
A loud knock echoed off the tiled walls. “Fuck.” Levi rasped against your neck.
Content: NSFW (MDNI), Mentions of titans and titan related deaths, mentions of alcoholism. Virginity Loss. Cunnilingus, Smut and Fluff, Checking In, Hair Pulling.
Word Count: 6.2K
Summary: Sex has never been a major issue for Levi, it was simply an itch to be scratched when and where needed. He assumed it was similar for most of the scouts but when he approaches a quiet new recruit to the Special Operations Squad the last thing he thought he'd find is a near 30 year old virgin.
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The loss of Wall Maria had been the trigger, until then you were focused on your veterinary research at the university. The scouts had a strong need for veterinary skill for their horses and you signed up without a second thought. Nothing prepared you for the carnage you saw. You had grown up in Wall Sina, having lived a relatively sheltered life and gone on to do a prestigious degree, a well off family, and you were so far removed from the outer walls that sometimes you had to be reminded that the titans even existed.
Seeing one eat the very scout you chatted with that morning over breakfast in a brutal manner had you vomiting in the bushes the first time, and it wasn’t the last. Once you hadn’t even had the time to tether yourself and vomited mid-swing. It became an inside joke between the survivors. You couldn’t even bring yourself to mind, laughing at something so disgusting was the only thing stopping you from crying about everything else.
You had wanted to be a veterinary officer but found yourself quick to learn how to adapt to ODM gear, finishing nicely at 3rd in the cadets assessment. You always were an overachiever. It put you safely within the threshold for military police assignment but you hadn’t come all this way to go right back to Wall Sina, so you threw yourself in with the scouts, who made quick use of your skills. You were competent at killing titans, dispatching them with technical skill. Everything became an equation, a calculation of thrust, force, air resistance, viewing it that way helped you to remove yourself from the situation, and you were good at it. Good enough to get noticed 3 months in. You had been pulled into a room full of scouts with no warning. They probed you with questions about your research, what training you had received as a cadet. Your superiors were asked to give testimonies to your performance. You had kept your mouth shut unless asked, unsure if you were undergoing some kind of military tribunal. Only one man had been quiet the whole meeting, he spent most of the time glaring at you. When you had first noticed you had looked away immediately but when he continued to stare you found yourself glaring back. Tired of not being told what was going on, you were damned if you were going to sit here and be stared at like a prize pig at the market.
He ended up being introduced to you as Captain Levi, as you were being informed that you were transferring to the Special Operations Unit. You were quickly dispatched into his squad without much ceremony.
Perhaps it was masochism, or guilt, but the idea of stopping made you sick to your stomach. It felt like you’d thrown too much of yourself into this role that if you tried to pull away now you’d leave chunks of yourself behind. Going home now wasn’t an option.
So you went where they told you, listened to everything your new squad members said. They seemed even more unhinged than the rest of the scouts, with the kill count to match. It soon became clear that their ways were a little reckless, unorthodox even, and Captain Levi was at the centre of it all. Everyone looked up to him and seemed to follow him blindly. You did as well at first but soon came to realise that this wasn’t blind devotion, it was complete trust. He was a smart and diligent leader, they knew he wouldn’t lead them into their deaths and even if he did, it would be because it was unavoidable.
You had only been with his squad for 3 weeks now, but it was clear he held a lot of influence and for good reason. You were beginning to develop a small amount of pride in being chosen for his squad, despite the circumstances.
You rapped on the door and it sounded with a hollow thud. “Captain Levi?”
A muffled invitation sounded from the other side and you pulled the door open, stepping inside, “Excuse me, Captain, I-”
Your words died in your throat when you saw the captain’s bare chest reflected in the mirror towards you, not that his back was helping either. He held his dark hair up and scraped at the skin of his scalp with a razor, etching out a neat undercutted line. He dropped the razor into the sink, swishing it into the water to rid it of any stray hair before holding it up to his head again. When you didn’t continue his eyes flashed at you in the mirror, “Is there a reason you’re in here?”
Heat rose to your face and you swivelled around to face the wall, “Sir!” Your words sounded strained as you continued, “Hange has called an emergency meeting, she asked me to come get you.”
There was a pause and all you could hear was the swish of the soapy water behind you.
“Tell her I’ll be there in five minutes.” He said finally.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why aren’t you facing your captain when he’s speaking to you?”
“I…thought you would prefer your privacy.” You were still reluctant to turn around, even with his irritated tone.
Another pause, followed by a huff, “Soldier?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Get out.”
“Yes, sir.” You didn’t have to be asked twice, hastily grabbing the door knob and hurtling out the room. You shut the door behind you a little too hard and winced. Your first one-on-one interaction with your Captain and you made a fool of yourself because he was undressed? Idiot . Where did you even get off on reacting like that? It’s not like the scout regiment wasn’t always in close quarters, you’d seen your fellow soldiers naked more times than once and vice versa. You weren’t sure if it was because he intimidated you, or if it was because you found him attractive but that had completely flustered you.
You’re still gripping the door knob, mentally beating yourself up, when it turned in your hand and Captain Levi almost walked into you.
“Were you waiting outside my room, soldier?” His irritation is clear as day now.
“No, Sir!” You say, mortified.
6 Months Later.
“You’re ruining the mood.” A deep voice resonated behind you.
You didn’t even bother turning around, choosing instead to continue to kick a clump of grass at your feet, “I’m just getting some air, Captain.”
The others were having more than enough fun, having drained the last of the booze rations for a job well done. Nobody died today, and we all added significant numbers to our kill counts. These days were rare, to be sure, and you were just happy to see everyone enjoying themselves genuinely for once.
You heard his shoes scuff as he sat down next to you, “You don’t like fun?” He sounded irritable himself but you’d been part of the special operations squad long enough to know that was his defaut tone. It had taken weeks to figure out that he didn’t hate you.
“I just can’t keep up with the drunks, sir.” You flash him a smile and look back at the celebrations, “Plus, someone should keep watch.”
Captain Levi scoffed, “You’re doing a piss-poor job, Oluo is riling up Petra again.”
You chuckled watching Petra grab the much older man by the scruff of his collar, “That’s beyond my help.” you smiled. Even while celebrating they were at each other's throats.
“Why don’t you drink?” Levi asked bluntly, turning towards you.
“Why don’t you?” You deflected, Levi’s eyes narrowing had you regretting your defensive attitude, “Sorry, sir. It’s a little personal. My parents…liked it a little too much. It put me off.”
Levi grunted, “You’re still too stiff. The first backtalk you’ve given me in 6 months and you immediately apologise?”
You open your mouth to apologise instinctively but bite it back, covering it with a cough instead.
“...I can tolerate drunk people to a certain extent, but it tires me out.” You sigh, nodding at him, “Besides, I’m not the only one not celebrating.”
Levi clicked his tongue and drawled, “Who said I’m not celebrating tonight? I’m planning on having my head between someone’s thighs before sundown.”
You looked at him incredulously, heat pricking at your cheeks. “Oh…” You swiftly looked back to the group, “That’ll do it, I suppose.”
The silence that followed felt tense but if Levi felt it he didn’t show it on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to focus on the group, laughing at something Eld had said (much to his dismay). His words weighed heavily in your head, as far as you were aware he wasn’t involved with anyone in the group, “Who…?” You caught yourself before you finished that thought, “Nevermind, that’s none of my business.”
You heard Levi snort next to you but you were still a little embarrassed to look at him properly, “I haven’t decided yet, why? Are you interested?”
You absolutely looked at him then, “Me?!” It almost came out like a squeak, you lowered your volume to try again, “Why me?!”
“Why not you?” He said simply, deadpan as ever.
“You’re my captain!” You hissed, keeping your voice lowered in case any of the others heard. They were drunk, not deaf.
Levi huffed and took a swig of his tea, “Do you know the average lifespan of a scout?”
Taken aback by the sudden topic change, you shook your head. He continued, “It’s six months. Fraternization isn’t given enough time to become a problem in this regiment.”
“Still…you’d be better off asking someone else.”
Levi sighed, “You can just say no, I won’t throw a fit, I promise.”
You fought off the urge to squirm at the uncomfortable air, you weren’t really sure how to respond. If it had been any of the others you would have laughed and told them they were too drunk, deflected like you always did, but with Levi you felt the need to explain.
“You don’t drink, you don’t have sex, just how exactly do you celebrate?” Levi drawled, “You’re not a nun are you?”
Teasing was good, you could work with teasing. You chuckle, relieved, “Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes I allow myself some coffee if I’ve been good.”
Levi’s face contorted in disgust, “Ugh, I think my idea is better.”
“Not like I would know.” You quipped.
His eyes narrowed at that, “What are you talking about? You wouldn’t know?”
“Uhh…” You froze, backtracking. No, no, no. Think, you idiot, “What I mean is-”
“There is absolutely no way you’re a virgin.” Levi said cynically, shaking his head.
“N-now, that’s none of your business.” You scoffed, forcing out a laugh.
“Walls protect us…How is that even possible? At your age?” You didn’t think you’d ever seen Levi look startled before, you would have laughed if it didn’t involve him being shocked at a very private part of yourself.
“It just never happened. Why does it matter?” There went your mood, why did today have to go like this? You ran your hand roughly over the back of your neck, anything to distract you from the feeling of his eyes burning into you.
“You have to be the only one in the whole of the regiment.”
You groaned, putting your flushed face in your hands, “Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Do I look like I care to gossip?” He shrugged, seemingly over his shock already.
You covered your mouth with your hand, silently praying for Levi to walk away and forget this conversation ever happened. You understood his shock, the cadets were frisky enough, teenagers kept in close quarters tended to do that. You had joined later than most, at the ripe age of 25. The other cadets were children compared to you and while you were relatively content to make friends, you kept anyone who paid special attention to you at arm's length. You were also aware of the ‘traditional initiation’ of the scouts that involved the of-age cadets visiting brothels before they committed to the deadliest regiment in the walls.
The scouts were just as bad, it turns out dealing with death on a daily basis encourages people to take their chances when they have them. It’s not like you hadn’t been approached then, either, but by then it felt awkward explaining it to people. It was easier to politely decline and let them end up in someone else's bed.
“Do you plan on staying that way until you get eaten?” Levi’s deep tone made you jump then.
You looked at him, shocked, “No, of course not.”
He nodded, draining his tea, “I don’t care about your situation.” He got up and turned towards the tents, “If you change your mind, come find me.”
As he started to walk away you called out to him, “I thought you had plans!”
“They haven’t fallen through yet.” He called behind him, and you felt a wave of irritation. It was a welcome distraction from your embarrassment, which soon returned after you fully processed what he had just said.
You found yourself unable to focus on the festivities, heart stubbornly hammering in your chest. You had not planned to stay a virgin forever, but looking back at your choices it certainly seemed that way, you had never gone out of your way to lose it. You were content to ignore that part of yourself, even if it meant isolating yourself from people. You had been considered a ‘good’ child all your life, eager to meet your parents expectations. Sure, you’d shared kisses with eager admirers but it never progressed past that point, you were always too cautious. And once you had gone to university your work was your focus, and after that? It felt more like a burden to explain, an awkward catch that was easier to step around than address.
How would you even lose it at this point? Levi’s squad was a small, tight group and they were often out on missions, so you spent the majority of your time with them. If you were going to bed with someone it would be someone here, logically speaking. Out of the whole squad, who would you most want that to be?
Your face flushed before you even answered yourself. You were well aware that you found Levi attractive but at best you brushed it off as a mere observation and at worst, an inappropriate inconvenience. Seeing him that way was pointless, or so you thought.
You found yourself standing up. You stretched out your legs, aching from sitting too long, and took a few steps before you stopped. What on earth am I doing?
It all made sense, rationally, but you had to force your legs to move. You even had a small pit of fear in your stomach. Why was this such a big deal? Perhaps because it was the first decision you’d made about your own needs in a long time. Judging from the rustling of the tents at night plenty of the other scouts did the same, but you had no idea what you were doing. You looked up and stopped short of Levi’s tent. It was bigger than the rest and easily recognizable. You had been inside before, for mission briefs. You never felt nervous going in there before. What would you even say? “Hey Captain, one dicking, please?”. You groaned out loud, what was the point of this? There’s no way you could actually go in there.
Levi very nearly scared the soul out of your body when his head popped out the door flap, “Are you going to stand out there all night?”
Caught red handed, or rather red faced.
Realistically there was no excuse for you to be standing outside his tent late in the evening, especially after the conversation you had just had, but you still opened your mouth before you knew what you’d say. Before you could bullshit him even further however he disappeared back into the tent as quickly as he had appeared.
“Wait!” You quietly pleaded, grabbing the tent flap and stepping inside.
It was much how you remembered it from this morning. The table used for strategizing was pushed to the side, pins still stuck in the map laid out. A small pile of books, cargo bags full of rations, Levi’s ODM gear neatly laid out, and a bed roll flattened out on the floor. It was significantly neater than your own tent. One thing military discipline had failed to drill into you. You eyed the bed, wringing your hands without realising.
“Do you want some tea?” Levi’s back was turned to you as he spoke, a long container billowing steam as he poured the tea into a second cup.
Tea, that was the smell permeating everything in here. The thought of drinking anything right now made you queasy, “No, I’m not thirsty.” You mumbled, fiddling with the pins on the table. Levi paused and turned. Your eyes caught his and you could feel the heat creeping down your neck as you ran the words back through your head. Oh shit, that sounded really eager, didn’t it.
“I mean..-”
“Fine.”
Levi started walking towards you, tea forgotten, and you felt a chill in your stomach. Your nerves were getting the better of you already, “Wait! Just hang on a minute!”
Levi didn’t stop until he was right in front of you. He pulled at his cravat until it came unravelled, wrapping it up and placing it on the table beside you before beginning to unbutton his shirt. It hadn’t even touched you yet but it still felt like he had you pinned to the table.
“I…uh…I haven’t done this before.”
“I’m aware.”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“You’re too nervous, just relax.”
“What should I…how exactly does this work?” Your hands were held out reflexively, but stopped short of his chest.
“...What’s the most you’ve done, anyway?” Levi paused his undressing for a moment, appraising you with an unreadable expression.
“Kissing, mostly.”
He clicked his tongue at that and resumed unbuttoning, “I don’t really kiss.” It was true, he’d grown up seeing every sordid thing you could imagine in the underground but tender kisses were few and far between. Even now he tended to avoid it, it felt far too intimate.
“Oh…like ever? How else do you…start things?” Levi shrugged off his shirt, quickly folding it and placing it on the table by his cravat.
“Usually by taking our clothes off.” He said, pulling your hand to his now bare chest, and flattening it over his pectoral, “You remember this, don’t you?”
His skin was searing hot. You were often told you ran cold, but if he felt a chill from your clammy fingers he didn’t say anything. “Can we?”
“Can we, what?”
“Kiss?”
Levi looked hard at your expression then, the flush on your face had spread from your neck right down to the open collar of your shirt. Glassy eyes wincing at him as if you weren’t sure if that was an unreasonable request. If he were anyone else it wouldn’t be.
“It might calm me down, closing my eyes and doing something familiar…that’s all.”
Levi sighed, you sounded so unsure. Perhaps he was being too impatient, this wasn’t just about his needs. You’d been brave enough so far, it’s only fair that he do the same. Levi rubbed his hand over his mouth and glared at you for a moment, then you heard a muffled “Fine.”
“You have until I’ve finished undressing you.”
“Oh!” you squeaked, his lips pushed against yours forcefully and you feel his hands tugging at the buttons on your shirt. It’s rougher than you’ve ever been kissed, overwhelming even. You let out a gasp against his mouth when he makes quick work of your shirt and moves his hands to your pants. You can feel how warm his hands are through the material as he runs his hands over your hips, then further back to cup your ass. Levi breaks the kiss momentarily to lift you up onto the table, stepping into the gap between your legs.
Embarrassed about the position you put a hand around the back of his neck and pull him back into the kiss to hide your face. A chill shoots down your spine when his tongue flicks against your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly and he’s eager to take the opportunity, almost crashing your teeth together with his as his tongue licks it’s way into your mouth. The force of it is making you dizzy. It’s hard to concentrate on what his hands are doing until you feel a shiver over your skin and realise he already had your shirt off, his hands are flicking open the buttons on your pants. Once Levi has the front open you feel his hands wrap around the waistband behind you and tug hard, pulling them out from underneath you.
“Time’s up. My turn.” Levi broke the kiss with a smirk and pulled away. He swept his hair back and as he took you in. You shyly tried to pull your knees up and obstruct his view. Levi tutted, putting his hands on your knees and slowly pushing them apart, “Don’t hide.”
And what a sight it was. Goosebumps littered your flushed skin, lips wet and parted. There was a slight tremor in your legs when he held them apart and every shaky breath you took caused your bare chest to rise and fall rapidly. Levi was so sure that all he had to do was run a single finger down your skin would be all that was needed to make you shiver in his hands. It only made what he was going to do next even more exciting.
You watched as his fingers glided down your thigh, inhaling sharply as he hooked his thumb underneath the edge of your underwear. His thumb followed the seam slowly until he reached the top, he gripped the fabric and gently tugged it away from your hips.
Just like that? It’s happening?
You were mesmerised watching his hands, partly curious at what he would do next and partly anxious at how close his fingers were getting to your clothed cunt. It was throbbing so instantly that you were sure he’d feel your pulse the second he touched it. Levi however, seemed content massaging your hips and fiddling with the seam. You were starting to feel something more familiar bubbling up, frustration. You furrowed your brows and shifted your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, “Are you going to take them off?” Your impatience was at least making you a little braver.
Levi let out a breathy chuckle, gently shrugging off your arms and pulling away. You watched, confused, as he dipped below you and knelt on the floor by the table.
“What are you doing?” you asked, peering down at him.
Levi placed his hands either side of your hips and pulled you until your ass was almost off the table, “I said I’d have my head between someone's legs before nightfall and I meant it.”
He pulled back your underwear and you squirmed, “Wait! That’s-!”
He kept eye contact with you as he licked a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. If you had any air left in your lungs you would have made a much louder noise but all that spilled from your lips was a pitiful murmur as your thighs squeezed his head. He wrestled a hand in between the two, calloused hand gripping your thigh and pushing it flat on the table, “I can’t see what I’m doing if you crush my head like that.”
“Sorry!...It just feels…ugh.”
“Do you want to stop?”
You looked at him then, he had the same impassive look on his face. You had grown to know all the squad members fairly intimately over this past 6 months. You hadn’t seen many expressions from your Captain but you knew well enough at this point that he didn’t really get embarrassed. You had no doubt that if you got up, put your clothes back on, and walked out this tent, he wouldn’t bat an eye. You’d wake up tomorrow morning and he would treat you the same as he always has.
You were almost in your thirties for Maria’s sake, what was there to be embarrassed about at this point?
“No. I don’t want to stop.”
Levi nodded. You resisted the urge to shrink away when he laid a slow kiss between your legs, “I thought you didn’t kiss?” You said softly. Your lips quirked into a small, nervous smile despite yourself.
Levi snorted, “This is different.”
Now he knew you wouldn’t squeeze him again, his hands were free to roam rather than pin down. Running his hands down the inside of your thighs while the other spread your lips open for his relentless tongue. It felt unbearably slippery at first but you gradually started to get the appeal. His little touches and strokes were starting to add together in a way that made you feel giddy and hot. Your breath had become laboured to keep up with your rapidly beating heart. You wanted to touch him back but his body was out of reach, you settled for weaving your fingers through his dark hair.
Levi moaned against your pussy. You exclaimed at the sensation as his eyes met yours, blown out and single-minded and you felt your clit twitch at the sight of him enjoying himself thoroughly. You were a little bit flustered at the idea he could feel that small, involuntary action but if he could he didn’t seem to mind as he lapped at your entrance, thumb moving to press against your swollen clit.
Your fingers closed around his hair and gripped hard when you felt his tongue slip inside, hips bucking into his face and clenching around his tongue. You let go immediately, “Sorry, I-”
“Keep going.” He practically growled against your cunt, barely lifting his head away to speak.
You whimpered against your hand. It was becoming much more difficult to control your breathing and the urge to move against his face was harder and harder to ignore. You ground your hips against his face once more, moaning at the added pressure and the heat travelling down your legs. It only takes grinding twice more for your legs to start shaking. Levi also seemed to be getting more frantic, slipping a finger inside as he latched onto your clit and sucked and making obscenely wet noises. You clenched around the sudden intrusion, unsure if it was too much stimulation in your current state or not enough.
Your hands found his hair again and pulled. You weren’t sure where you wanted him to go, you just needed him to moan into you again. Simpering pleas left your lips as you ground your hips against his face one last time, you tried to push him away with a squeal. It felt like your heart was going to explode in your chest as you came undone but Levi gripped your thighs and held you firmly against his unyielding tongue. It wasn’t until you weakly pushed at his head, the pulsing bliss having finally turned to a dull ache, that he relented. Levi unhooked your limp legs from his shoulders and pulled away, wiping at the wetness gathered on his chin and smirking.
A choked laugh forced it’s way out of your lungs, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so smug.”
“What can I say, soldier? I knew you had it in you.”
You groaned, “Please don’t call me that right now.”
“Ha. That’s fair.” Levi stood up and leaned over you, picking you up in a smooth motion. You clung to him as he carried you to the bedroll, it always surprised you how strong he was for a small guy. You definitely weighed more than him but he didn’t seem to struggle or strain as he laid you down, in fact you were grateful for the help because you weren’t a hundred percent sure your legs wouldn’t buckle the second you stepped off that table.
Levi sighed on top of you as he cupped a breast in his hand, grazing his thumb over a nipple. It sent your pussy throbbing all over again and you squeezed your thighs together. His other hand dipped between your legs and gently pried them apart, settling against your cunt with a finger slowly sliding aimlessly as he played with the wetness there, “Are you ready?”
You looked up at him through glossed over eyes, taking a second to comprehend his question, “Hmm? Oh…don’t I need to do something for you?”
“Don’t worry about that, I’m more than ready.” He took your hand and held it against his clothed erection, it was hard and hot in your hand. You squeezed it experimentally and he hissed against your neck.
Slowly fumbling you undid the buttons on his pants, he pulled them off once they were open and pulled off his underwear. You had nobody to compare him to, it’s not like you’d seen an erection in person before, but the thought of anything going inside you like that was an intimidating one. A finger had felt good, but that was considerably smaller.
Levi noticed your worried gaze, “Don’t push yourself if you’re not ready.”
You shook your head and propped yourself up on your elbows, laying a short kiss on the corner of his mouth, “No, I want to. Please keep going.”
Levi seemed a little surprised at the kiss but nodded all the same. He pulled your hips close to his own, taking his cock in one hand and you both watched as he rubbed the head up and down your slit, soaking it. His ragged breath was against your neck when he pushed into you. You took a sharp breath and tried not to clench too hard against him. Levi pulled out slightly and pushed again, reaching further this time. There was no sharp pain, any hymen that you might have had was probably long gone thanks to the frequent horse riding, but the stretch burned momentarily. You clung to him, whimpering.
Levi held your jaw in his palm and tilted your head so you were facing him. It had maybe been 2 weeks? 3? Since he was last in bed with someone, was that why you felt so overwhelmingly tight wrapped around him like this? Or was it because this was your first time and you were tense? Either way he was having to actively concentrate on not jerking his hips into yours until they were flat against each other. It was a lesson in patience that was surprisingly hard.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, his tone strained.
You shook your head slowly and let out a shaky breath. Levi nodded, his jaw clenched, “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, gulping down a gasp when he started moving again. People do this all the time? Did it always feel like this? Every pull of his cock dragging inside you, every thrust fitting more of himself inside, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you close enough to feel the drag of his chest against yours. It was so overwhelming and absolutely stunning. No wonder the scout regiment was practically a box hamsters, if it felt like this why had you waited so long? Embarrassment? Fear? None of that mattered now. You whined pitifully and wrapped your legs around Levi’s waist, toes curling as hit a spot deep inside that made your stomach twitch.
“There, Levi. Please…!” Any intention to control your voice at this point was null, it felt too good. At first you told yourself that the others probably wouldn’t hear because the tents were slightly removed from the campfire but it was becoming harder to care.
Levi’s lips grazed the side of your neck as he muttered, “These tents are pretty thin, might want to keep your voice down.”
You could only moan in response, covering your mouth with your hand as he picked up the pace. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled by your every reaction. Most times this kind of sex was just a release for him, something to take his mind off a busy day. He suspected it was that way for most people he slept with as well. This felt different however, watching you lose yourself for the first time had him concentrating on every whine, every press of your nails into his back, every time you clenched around him. At first it was because he wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable but now he was relishing it. With a body that had never been touched like this before you were melting in his hands, genuinely reacting to every small touch and word. This wasn’t a quick fuck to forget the days work, he was losing himself in you too.
Levi pulled your hand from your mouth and held it to the floor, crashing his lips against yours, tongue immediately thrusting it’s way through your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut and pulled him closer, moaning into his mouth. His hand found your hips and lifted them up to meet his own, you cried out at the added impact and he stopped, but before he could pull away you cocked your hips to meet his, again and again. A familiar heat was building in your stomach and everything about this was starting to turn sloppy. Levi’s hips jerked irregularly and there was no rhythm with his kiss, just the need to be inside you in more ways than one. You could feel his hips grinding against your own, giving you the push you needed. You shudder around him and let yourself be taken away with it, legs completely slack in his grip as he continues to pump into you.
Levi grunted into your mouth and pulled away urgently and you watch, dazed, as he pulled out and pushed your thighs together. He wastes no time sticking his cock in between your thighs, desperately fucking them before groaning with his damp forehead pressed against your calves, white seed running own your legs and onto your stomach. The tent is quiet except for the heavy panting from both of you. Your eyes fall shut for a moment and you stare at the roof of the tent with glazed eyes as you try to get a hold of your breathing. You can feel his cum running down your thighs and you mewl in discomfort, twitching your leg.
“Sorry.” Levi, who up until this point was very much using your legs for support, begrudgingly lets them go, “I’ll get you something.”
He barely got up to reach for a scrap of cloth before turning back around and lifting your limp leg once more. You don’t have the energy to protest, and watch as he wipes your skin clean. In any other situation this would have embarrassed you, or felt gross but after being so close it felt like a tender kindness and it only reinforced the feeling that tonight wasn’t a desperate act you’d regret but something you’ll look back on fondly. You found yourself giggling lightly.
“What’s so funny?” Levi frowned.
“Wiping me down like I’m immobile.” You hummed, smile still playing on your lips.
“Aren’t you?” He said, waving a limp foot back at you with a smirk.
You laughed with your whole chest then and Levi rewarded your laugh with his own rare one before slumping back on an elbow, running his free hand through his sticky locks.
“How was your first time?” He murmured sincerely.
“I’m glad I did it.” You smiled sleepily, “I thought you didn’t kiss though.”
Levi grunted in response, his lids hanging heavy over his eyes. He had said that. “It felt right, then.”
You hummed, “It was nice.” You yawned, lying down like this for much longer was a dangerous idea, “I should get my clothes.”
Levi looked at you, brows furrowed in confusion, before he realised you intended to leave now. “Oh.”
“I mean, I probably should get back to my own tent.” You laughed shyly, pushing yourself up in search of something to cover yourself with.
You quickly found your clothes and slipped them back on, not bothering to button up your shirt all the way. Levi bit back the urge to scold you over the state of your uniform.
He watched idly as you pulled back the tent flap and cautiously look outside before turning back to him with a smile, “Thank you.” You said softly. You dipped your head underneath leaving it to swing shut.
Levi knew he had no business being bothered by you leaving so quickly, he was usually relieved when people had the good grace to be discreet and see themselves out quietly, but this had felt slightly different and he found himself feeling unsatisfied with that reaction. He sighed, rubbing his jaw with the heel of his hand. Just what had he expected? Levi clicked his tongue at nothing in particular and rolled over, pulling the bedroll over himself.
I want to ruin him. I keep imagining being roommates with Eren and Armin in a college AU. Eren is an ass, a total fuckboy. Constantly leaving messes everywhere, always giving you attitude when you complain, being way too flirty when he’s had a few. Meanwhile, Armin is an angel. He’s the mediator, pleading for you guys to stop when you’re at each other's throats. He smiles apologetically when Eren makes a crude remark, cleans up after him when he tornados in the kitchen. You can’t understand how Armin tolerates him. Sweet Armin, who’s shy when you get too close or accidentally brush against his leg. He’s so pretty and you grow to like making his face red. You try not to tease him too much because you feel mean, you know you shouldn’t do it but it’s just so easy.
Little do you know shy Armin is sneaking into your room when no-one is there and fucking his fist over your pillow. He knows exactly what you’re doing, he’s not stupid. He keeps playing along, gives you the reactions you want. Let’s you feel in control because you’re enjoying yourself but there's only so much he can take. Every giggle, every touch of his arm, every smile you give him. He hoards it in his mind as a reward for holding back. You’re so nice, so kind to him. You always offer him your food, always making sure to ask if he wanted to join whenever you did anything. You listened to him, whenever he would get sidetracked or ramble on you never looked bored or tried to change the subject. Such a sweet girl, he felt so guilty for squeezing his cock into a stolen pair of your underwear, imagining you're the one squeezing him. He’ll cum over your toys, wipe them down and listen intently for the next time you use them.
It keeps on like this for months, until one night when you’re watching a film. You snuggle up to him (claiming to be cold), and relish how the pink spreads down his slender neck. You watch him grab a pillow to cover his lap with. Seeing the effect you have on him is too exciting, too addictive. You ‘accidentally’ spill your drink on the pillow and insist that it needs to be washed but Armin is reluctant to let it go.
“No! Wait! Let’s just wash it later, let’s finish the movie first…”
“Armin, you can’t sit there with a sticky pillow on your lap. You’re going to get it on your clothes.”
When he still won’t give it to you, you crouch down next to him with a kind smile, “Armin…it’s okay. Really. I won’t look, okay? I just want to put it in the wash.”
And when you take the pillow you’re true to your word because you start to feel guilty. Maybe you pushed too far, he’s obviously so shy. Why were you pushing him like this? What had gotten into you? You take the pillow to the laundry room, mentally chastising yourself for bullying him like that.
Armin meanwhile is hot on your heels because how can he not be? ‘She didn’t laugh? She didn’t think it was gross? She didn’t even look?’ Armin is overwhelmed with how fucking cute you are, purposefully teasing him like that like he couldn’t tell. How sweetly you treated him when you thought he was actually embarrassed. No, he was trying to lure you into doing more and he was at his limit.
Thin fingers plant themselves on your hip and startle you and you let him turn you around, he’s mumbling pleas for you to help take care of his ‘problem’ but his desperation is counteracted by the knee he wriggles in between your thighs and the cool hand on the back of your neck. He’s practically whimpering in your ear as he grinds against you, taking your hand and placing it on his stiff cock, begging for any friction. You barely have time to react and the pressure of his thigh is making your cunt throb, not to mention his soft pleading in your ear.
A half stutter, half moan of his name is all you’re able to manage as he pins you against the wall with the weight of his body.
This is okay, r-right? Please…just a little bit. We don’t have to do much, just please, haah. Your hand…feels so good. So nice…you’re so nice. Thank you, please, squeeze it a little. Ah! Please…more…I need it so badly…this..ah…thank you, thank you thankyouthankyou.
He’s getting frantic, bucking his hips into your hand, and you can’t help to hazily wonder if you caused this by teasing him. Sweet, shy Armin was a gentleman, he always listened to you talk about your daily lectures, he always treated you with kindness. He would never do this normally, it must have been what you did, right? You went too far, and you felt a little shame at the fact you weren’t totally remorseful because his keening whines were sending chills throughout your whole body and the way he rubbed against you felt so good.
Good luck getting him to stop once he’s crossed this boundary because he’ll be knocking on your bedroom door late at night sheepishly telling you that he needs you to take care of him again, desperately grabbing at your pyjamas and placing fervent bites to your neck because he gets off on others seeing that he’s been all over you. He’ll keep pushing boundaries bit by bit, asking you to use your hands on his bare skin, begging to use your thighs, feel the wetness of your mouth. If you retreat or seem unsure he’ll switch tactics and turn shy again, claiming he doesn’t know why he said those things, he’s not that type of person, you believe him don’t you? He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, he just can’t stop thinking about what happened in the laundry room.
You were wearing such a figure hugging dress today, you wore that on purpose, right? You’re so beautiful, please, I can’t make it go down, you’ll help again, won’t you? You do it so good, I-I promise, just once. Just this once. I cum a lot quicker if you lick it, please, I won’t ask again, please! So pretty, it looks so good when you- *whines* when you do that. *bucks hips* Ah! I’m sorry! Just feels…so good. You’re so good to me.
He’ll fuck you in the common spaces when Eren isn’t there, sometimes he jumps on you when he knows Eren is on his way home because the excitement of you being caught while you’re face down on the kitchen counter having Armin make a mess of your cunt from behind is just too intense. He’ll go as fast and hard as he wants and if you're lying there, tears brimming at cumming hard for a third time, he’ll sincerely apologise but he won’t stop. He’ll say you feel so good he can’t stop himself, you’re squeezing him so tight he doesn’t think he can take it out, just one more time. He’ll overstimulate you because he loves to hear you match his volume, he wants to make you as desperate as he is, he remembers every time you teased him fondly and now he’s going to pay you back in kind. And you’ll let him because you’re just so nice.
