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Hello hello. Call me teal. Despite having calm in my username, I am very much the opposite. I’m a crazy gremlin whose latest obsessions are K-pop demon hunters and Stray kids! The former changed my life in so many ways so now I wander the internet consuming every form of content I can get of it(Expect anything with AI used. We only support real artists and writers on this page tysm!). 99% of my blog is reblogs with some of my own small posts here and there. I love me some fanfiction and have an Ao3 account purely for bookmarking. I’m not a writer, just have my fair share of fake scenarios and self inserts stored inside my head for daily daydreams. Ok bye
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Summary: Levi finally stops rejecting his love for his caring roommate , after being emotionally shattered from his recent battle. Teaching him what it’s like to have something gentle for once.
CW: mentions of blood, weapons, & death
fluff, angst, emotional distraught, sappy ending
The lock clicked softly. You looked up from the book in your lap, smiling instinctively. “You’re home-“
The words died in your throat. Levi stood in the doorway, still as stone.
His cloak was torn. His boots were caked in mud and blood. One sleeve had been sliced open, revealing a bandage that had already begun to stain red. His face was unreadable, but his eyes…
His eyes weren’t there. Not really. They stared through the room as though part of him had never left the battlefield.
You stood slowly. “…Levi?”
He didn’t answer. He only removed his gear with mechanical movements. Buckle. Strap. Blade. One after another. Then one of the metal canisters slipped from his fingers. It hit the floor with a deafening clang.
Levi didn’t even react.
Your heart sank.
He always reacted. He hated disorder. He hated noise. He hated carelessness.
Tonight… He just stared at it.
“I’ll clean it later,” he muttered, though it sounded like he was talking to himself.
“You don’t have to.”
“I said I’ll clean it.” His voice was sharp.
You nodded anyway. “Okay.” Silence stretched between you. You could almost hear the ghosts he’d brought home.
Finally, he spoke. “We lost six.”
His jaw tightened.
“I watched one of them die.”
Another pause.
“I couldn’t do anything.”
The words sounded wrong coming from him. Levi never admitted helplessness.
Never.
“I keep seeing it.”
His breathing became uneven. “I close my eyes and they’re still there.”
You stepped toward him.
He noticed immediately. His shoulders stiffened. Every instinct told him to brace. To prepare for criticism. For someone telling him to stop dwelling on it.
To get over it.
To keep moving.
That was all he’d ever known. The Underground taught him survival. Not comfort. Not softness. Not affection.
The only hands he’d known growing up had shoved him aside, struck him, grabbed him by the collar, or stolen from him. Even after joining the Scouts, respect came through discipline, not tenderness.
Gentleness had never belonged in his world.
You stopped in front of him. “this isnt healthy Levi”
His eyes lifted to yours.“…what”
He couldn’t remember anyone caring for him before.
Not once. Not before grabbing his arm. Not before treating a wound. Not before demanding something from him.
You slowly reached for his hand.
The moment your fingers brushed his skin…
He flinched.
Not dramatically. Just enough that you felt it. Like his body had reacted before his mind could stop it. His breathing hitched.
Your chest ached.
“It’s okay,” you whispered.
You didn’t tighten your grip. You didn’t force him to stay. You simply rested your hand against his.
Warm.
Still.
Patient.
Levi stared at your intertwined fingers as if he couldn’t understand what they were doing there. He denied his love for you long ago. Rejecting it as if it was a disease, becaus it was to him. Loving only gets you hurt. So with that, he did nothing but push away and ignore, but tonight was different. He was too exhuasted to pull away.
Your thumb gently brushed across his scarred knuckles. Such a tiny movement. So impossibly soft.
His entire body froze. It didn’t hurt. That was the problem. He’d spent his whole life preparing for pain. His body knew how to survive punches, cuts, bruises, broken bones. It didn’t know how to survive kindness.
“…Why are you doing that?” he asked quietly.
“Because you deserve someone to be gentle with you.”
His expression cracked. “No.”
“You do.”
“No.” The word came out harsher this time. “I don’t.” He pulled his hand back, not out of anger, but panic.
“You don’t understand.” His breathing grew quicker.
“If you’re gentle…” His voice broke.
“I won’t know what to do.”
You looked at him, your own eyes beginning to sting. He looked ashamed. Ashamed that something as simple as holding a hand frightened him more than facing Titans.
“I’ve had people stitch me up without anesthetic.” His laugh was hollow.
“I’ve had bones set while awake.” Another breath.
“I’ve been beaten.” His eyes stayed fixed on the floor. “I know how to handle that.”
His fingers trembled. “But this…”
He looked at you. “…This scares me.”
Your heart shattered. Without another word, you stepped close enough that your arms barely brushed his. “I’m going to hug you now.”
You asked.
He simply stared. “…You still ask.”
“Always.”
“…Even if I say no?”
“I’ll stop.”
His throat tightened. No one had ever given him that choice. Not once. He closed his eyes.
“…I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me.”
You wrapped your arms around him with impossible care, as though you were afraid he might break.
At first he didn’t move. His back stayed rigid. His hands remained at his sides. His breathing was shallow.
He felt trapped, not because you were holding him too tightly, but because every instinct screamed that there had to be a catch.
People didn’t hold you just because they cared. People always wanted something. His body waited for the shove. For the criticism. For the pain. It never came.
Instead… You rubbed slow circles across his back. So light he could barely feel them. No urgency. No expectations. No demands.
Just…Comfort.
His eyes burned. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched him without violence, necessity, or obligation. He couldn’t remember ever being held simply because someone wanted him to feel safe.
Something inside him..something he’d buried decades ago, finally cracked. A quiet, broken sound escaped him. He jerked back immediately, horrified.
“…I didn’t…” Another shaky breath.
“…I don’t cry.”
“You can.”
“I can’t.”
“You already are.”
His hand flew to his face. His fingertips came away damp. He stared at them in disbelief. As though tears belonged to someone else.
“fuck.”
“im so sorry..”
The apology came instantly.Automatic. For crying. For needing someone. For falling apart.
You gently cupped his face. He froze again. Your palms were warm. Soft. You weren’t trying to fix him. You were simply there. “You never have to apologize for hurting.”
His lips trembled. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“You don’t have to know.”
“I don’t know how to let someone care about me.”
“Then I’ll teach you.”
A tear escaped before he could stop it. Then another.
Years of grief. Years of exhaustion. Years of pretending that losing people hurt less if he expected it.
He leaned forward before he realized he was moving. His forehead rested against yours. His hands finally lifted, hesitating in the air.
Unsure. As though asking permission without words. You took one of them and placed it gently around your waist.
“There.” You smiled through your own tears. “That’s perfect.”
He held you like something unimaginably precious. So carefully. As though he was terrified that too much pressure would make you disappear. His face buried itself against your shoulder. His fingers tightened in the fabric of your shirt.
Not enough to hurt.
Just enough to anchor himself.
His voice was almost inaudible. “…Don’t leave.”
You wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.“I’m right here.”
“I was so afraid…” He swallowed hard. “…If I loved you…” His voice cracked completely.“…I’d have to watch you die too.”
You kissed the side of his head so gently he barely felt it. “one day we’ll lose each other.”
He stiffened.
“But not tonight.”
His grip tightened.
“So tonight…” You stroked his hair with slow, careful movements. “…you don’t have to be humanity’s strongest.”
Another tear slipped free.
“You don’t have to be Captain Levi.” You rested your cheek against his. “You can just be the man who’s exhausted.”
For the rest of the night, you stayed with him.
You cleaned the blood from his hands with warm water, taking your time over every scrape and cut. Each time he flinched, you reminded him quietly what you were doing before your fingers touched him again.
You made him tea. Wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. Sat beside him in silence when words became too heavy. Eventually, his head tipped onto your shoulder.
He fell asleep there, still holding your hand. Even in his sleep, his fingers would tighten every so often, as if afraid you’d vanish the moment he let go.
Every time they did, you squeezed his hand back.
A silent promise.
I’m here.
I’m not going anywhere.
And for the first time since he was a frightened little boy surviving in the Underground, Levi slept through the night knowing what it felt like to be held with nothing but love.
Guys I love Levi sm😓 I think I wanna wright more abt AOT so send requests plss!!. Chapter 4 of Obsessive Justice is also coming up and I think I’ll upload it tomorrow guys YAY!
oh em geeee this is so hot i might’ve went a little crazy with this one idk.
ALSO THANK YOUUU ILY I APPRECIATE THAT SM!!💓
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“tch, that all you got?”
levi clicked his tongue at you, immensely self-satisfied with the situation he was in currently.
your cunt throbbed against his clothed thigh, and he watched you desperately rutting against him with a supercilious glint in his normally dull eyes.
you were already way past the point of soaking the material in your own arousal, him leaving you to fuck yourself with it. for now.
“please, let—let me just-“
“-no, stay”
begging him for the past five or so minutes to let you move up to his lap, where your eyes fixated on his strained dick.
you’d rather be feeling that.
and levi was aware, but he enjoyed the control. he enjoyed watching you come undone on nothing but his leg, not giving you the satisfaction to feel him throbbing just yet.
and you were coming undone alright, every second of it pleased him.
your hair trickled against your face, skin slick with sweat, and he watched how every time you rolled your hips with just a bit more pressure, your brows would crease further.
your eyes would squeeze harder, your mouth would open wider.
the needy sounds that escaped your throat, chest heaving with every rut, head lolling to the side—fuck.
he wanted nothing more than to have you sit on it right now, but making you wait was so much better. the anticipation was the best part.
“you can do better than that”
you whimpered desperately, his leg kicking up to push harder against your pussy as you cried again.
your legs shuddered around his thigh, both of your hands gripping his leg to hold yourself up.
“can’t—more, please, levi”
he stared down at you as your head then lifted slowly, eyes flickering to his through teary lashes.
he let out a gutteral hum, taking in another good moment of you obscenely hump his leg, before finally giving in.
his hand came down, and you watched his two fingers order you to move with a come here motion.
you’d never moved faster in your life, leg swinging over his hip and grounding yourself against his lap.
his hand came up to your chest,
“fuck-easy there”
he said this as if he didn’t thoroughly enjoy the way you’d so frantically throw yourself at him.
immediately, your hips rolled and his hand on your chest slithered down to your hip, following the rhythm of your ruts.
his lips released a heavy sigh at the feeling, quite relieved himself to feel you now.
your cunt was so warm through his pants, and he thought you’d made a complete mess of yourself.
your hands came up to his shoulders, gripping them so tight in fear that if you let go, he’d slip away.
in fear that he’d move, and you’d lose this feeling, right on your clit, right where you knew the curve of his tip was through his pants, and you almost lost yourself.
“you’re loud, stop that”
he wishes you wouldn’t have to, but he was afraid someone would hear.
you hadn’t even realized how loud you were being until he said something. until both his hands landed in your lips, pulling you harder against him, there was no way you could be any closer.
he’d just asked you to be more quiet, but a second later he’s snapping his hips to meet your grind shamelessly.
he let out a grunt, and you felt his cock twitch against you, right on that spot.
“fuckfuckfuck—please!”
he then sat up in an instant, having you fall back suddenly with his hands now against the back of your legs and folding you almost in half.
“tell me”
his hands on the back of your knees folded you further, pushing them back to almost the limit of your flexibility.
♡ ⸝⸝ disobeying levi's orders comes with a price ...
cw: nsfw
would it be completely wrong to say you went too far today? no, not necessarily, but...it was much more complicated than that. blatantly ignoring captain levi's instructions and defending it wasn't something that you did off the whim. you firmly believed you had made the right call. so, now you were to pay for it.
the moment you sank down on levi's cock, it was over. he had won, without either of you realizing yet. the delicious way he split you open was enough for you to sob an apology in his shoulder. but, as stubborn as you were, you kept your composure—well, as much as you could given the fact he was nested inside of you.
"that shut you up quickly, huh?" he murmured softly. you glared at him and placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly lifting your hips. you whined as his cock slipped outside of your aching cunt before slamming back down. the groan you let out when your hips connected once more was embarrassing to say the least. he let out a low groan himself with a small “fuck.” your walls fluttered around him and you buried your face in his neck.
“hey, don’t hide from me.” you lifted your head at this. his hands found your hips and he guided you up and down his shaft. it felt like with each stroke, he reached deeper and deeper inside. with a broken moan, you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. his tip kissed your cervix every time he bottomed out. you shuddered, gummy walls hugging him tightly.
“it’s too much,” you cried out. your legs trembled, struggling to lift your hips once more.
“c’mon. keep going. where’s all that attitude from earlier?” he replied, grey eyes narrowing at you. you glared back, but started up again. you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered shut as you bounced up and down in his cock. or the way he twitched each time your velvet walls squeezed around him like your life depended on it. the bastard liked it, liked punishing you for ignoring direct orders. part of you wondered if he gave you such shitty instructions on purpose to have you like this.
“i don’t have an attitude,” you retorted. you frowned and opened your mouth to say something else, but his palm landed on your ass with a light smack!
“you’ve argued enough with me today, don’t you agree?” he snapped his hips up and shamelessly watched as your tits bounced. you whined in response and it took everything in you not to hide your face in his neck again. every drag of his cock caused pleasure to build up in your stomach.
“no,” you choked out. “not enough.”
levi raised an eyebrow. “this isn’t enough for you?” he asked, misunderstanding you on purpose. he leaned back against the headboard, and grabbed your hips, picked up the pace. levi was too impatient to watch you ride him slowly to the edge of overstimulation. no, he needed to feel you coming around him, now. each thrust came with his tip brushing against your sweet spot. the moans you let out only egged him on more.
“levi, please,” you begged. you had no idea what you were asking him, all you could think about was how close you were. your eyes searched his desperately. he stared back, cock still disappearing in and out of your aching cunt. mind blank, you threw your head back and moaned. you were right there, pleasure on the edge of tilling over, when he stilled his hips abruptly.
you gaped at him. his hands found the plush of your hips grinding you against his pelvis slowly. your cunt fluttered around him, cock pulsating against your walls.
“you’re not coming until i get my apology.” his voice broke through the haziness. before you could stop yourself, you mumbled a small “sorry” underneath your breath. he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“you can do better than that, i know you can,” he taunted with a smirk. he leaned in and his lips found your neck. he sucked the skin gently and chuckled against your skin. you pulled away with a frustrated sigh.
“i’m sorry…” you muttered. levi moved his hips slightly and there it was. that fire, that pleasure you were chasing, ignited once again. you wanted to taste it, you had to. even if it meant bending to his will, slightly.
you clenched around him and frowned as he let out a low groan. “i’m very sorry for disobeying your orders…but.” levi stopped his hips.
“i was also trained to make the best decision for the given situation, captain, so i believe i was just performing my duty.”
his jaw clenched again, except this time, he relaxed right after. he scoffed and brought your hand to his chest. his heart was racing. he watching you carefully as a confused expression crossed your face.
“are you prepared to defend that before your superiors?” he looked slightly amused.
without a word, you lifted your hips up and down, fucking yourself dumb on his cock again. this time, he didn’t stop you, he just muttered curses under his breath. heat pooled in your stomach once more as your walls clenched around him, sucking levi deep inside of you.
it only took a few more thrusts for a wave of pleasure to crash over you. levi followed you soon thereafter, ropes of his seed spilling into you. he pulled out, sensitive cock still twitching.
“shit,” he exhaled.
you collapsed in his chest with a grin. you tapped his neck and whispered into his skin.
“the answer is yes, captain.”
chickened out on doing a full on captain kink idk if we fw that or if i do...
not requested but ppl have asked me to write more levi so here ya go :')
Contents - Canon, AU, sequels containing 18+ material, own work smut. All smut.
Own work
The love of a villain. - Ao3.
Summer breeze. - Ao3
You're away for the night. Levi misses you and keeps looking at a picture of you in just his shirt you'd sent him that night. So, he masturbates in the shower as he thinks about you.
Phone sex with Levi after he's confessed he's touched himself thinking about you.
Making a villain weak.
The love of a villain part 2 - Ao3
A sweet morning with the Emperor. - Ao3
Addicted to your taste Levi - Ao3
Light in the dark. - Ao3
Light in the dark part 2. - Ao3
Drowning heart - Ao3
Drowning heart part 2 - Ao3
Wolf Levi - Levi is in a rut. He knots you and fills you with his seed yet again after hours of him knotting you. You both share a sweet moment as he's knotted to you.
Forbidden kiss.
Forbidden touch.
Chasing bubbles - ao3.
Chasing bubbles part 2 Levi - Ao3.
Chasing bubbles part 3 Levi - Ao3.
Extra honey, extra sweet.
Beach date with Levi
Soul loving.
Soul teasing
Worship
Double loving - Levi x Reader x Erwin
Bathroom mirror
Subby Levi
Happy Birthday Lady Cheesington. Levi x Reader x Erwin
Glowing neon
Touch Levi X reader X Erwin
The Hunt
CEO Levi
Playful arrest
A king's longing
Work and play
Canon Universe
Such sweet warmth
Good morning, my sweet brat.
Putting a bun in the oven.
My darling, my love, my everything
Her lips.
Hot shower.
My brat, mine.
Long shower.
Together as one
A few firsts
Delicate
My Omega
Comforting kisses
Such sweet taste
AU requests
Demon Levi
Such a good brat.
Let me show you how much I love you.
Your body is my heaven.
Levi wants you to take control
Tie me up and gag me, or I'll end up ripping your clothes off.
We're not acting.
The heart follows.
He's a guy!
Hate and love are so close.
Sweet morning.
Making your man blush.
Saving the last tea.
Six things.
Nice tie.
Licking
Soothing touches
Just a few piercings
Not a snack, but a whole three course meal
So soft
Tempting words
Sinful treat
Hot scales
Levi and your thighs
Heated Call
Worship the countess
Warm
Naughty girl
No name Levi x reader HCs
Irresistible lover
Naughty girl
Mile high
Loving rut
This goddess is mine
Sweet dreams, my love
Unholy thoughts
A need to breed
Run, little rabbit
Requests with a sequel
How I crave you
The reader and Levi play, instead of her torturing him. Foreplay, teasing and happy ending
You tie Levi up on your honeymoon and tease him and love his body. You stay in control and command the needy man. Later you two have six precious children together.
Vampire Levi
Vampire Levi
Vampire Levi Part 2 - does not contain smut, but is a sequel.
Exploring together
Virgin Levi and you have sex for the first time. You teach him and show him how to give you pleasure.
Levi gets a bit too rough at the beginning of sex and hurts you. You reassure him you're okay, then give back his confidence. He relaxes, then shows your body all his love.
It's a secret
You and Levi pretend you’re not a couple, but behind closed doors you’re very loving and passionate.
You and Levi have passionate rough sex in the cleaning closet.
I dedicate my heart to you.
Captain reader and cadet Levi. Levi falls in love when you save him. You both get lost going back and end up camping outside the walls. You bond and fall in love. no smut
You and Levi return to the treehouse and explore each other's bodies.
Hi jellyyy hope you’re doing well! Can I request for a canon one with possessive (and slightly yandere) but still fluffy Levi and y/n starting from their childhood in the underground all the way to their life in the surface? Thanks a bunch!
Possessive Levi? Yes, please. I feel like this is so Levi to be super possessive of his lover or someone he likes. He's just lost so much that he'd do anything to protect his lover.
You're mine and you'll always be mine.
Pairing: Levi x Reader
Genre and tags: possessive Levi, friends to lovers, secret love, confessions, slightly stalker Levi, growing up, canon world, happy ending.
Concept: Levi notices you one day in the underground and finds himself rather smitten with you. He welcomes you into his home and looks after you, along with his two friends. Not long after, Erwin comes to collect Levi and take his friends away, but he makes a deal that you get to be put in a safe home and Levi can fund your living arrangements with his wages. As the years go by and Levi is working hard, he keeps visiting and makes sure that you are kept far away from other men. However, things come to a front when Levi drags you away from a male admirer and chases him off. He takes you into your home to hide you, then lets out all of his feelings towards you he's been holding onto for years.
Note for readers: Both Levi and the reader are in their early twenties at the beginning, because Levi is in his 20s in a choice with no regrets. Everyone is of age.
Levi sat outside his home as Furlan was busy on a mission and Isabel was having fun somewhere. Levi was alone, bored and lonely. He watched other people go by his home, then locked eyes with you. You were a cute looking thing with a basket over your arm selling what looked like a bunch of flowers.
Levi waited for you to look at him, then he waved you closer. "Tch, oi brat? come here." He gazed at you and thought you were a pretty little thing that he'd like to get to know. "What is it you are selling?"
You showed him your basket. "Flowers. They're not real flowers, but ones I've made from tissue paper, fabric and anything really that won't hurt or harm people. I also make little toys for orphans and give them for free. The flowers I sell."
Levi picked one up, then looked at you. "They're beautiful, well made and I can tell you put a lot of love into them."
You smiled brightly and blushed. "Oh, wow, thank you."
Levi blushed a little and thought of one word as he gazed at you. Mine. He put his hand in his pocket, then pulled out some gold coins and handed them over. "Here."
You took them, then counted to find he'd given you a lot. "Sorry sir, but I can't take all this. This is too much."
Levi closed your hand tightly. "You deserve it."
You smiled a little. "Thank you, sir. I really can't. I could be attacked on my way home."
He frowned a little. "Have you been attacked before?"
You gulped hard. "A few times. I hold my own with my knife, but I lose my money."
Levi hummed. "Have you been hurt?"
You nodded. "A few punches and knife cuts, but that's it."
Levi felt annoyed that you'd been hurt. "How about I offer you protection? You got a family?"
You blushed, then shook your head. "N-No one. I'm alone."
He hummed. "Well, you should join me and my friends. I'll give you protection and you have a house to live in."
You looked at the house behind him. "Really? You mean it?"
He jumped off his perch and walked right up to you. "Take me to where you live and I'll help you pack. My name is Levi."
You gave him your name. "I've heard about you. You're well known around here. Yes, I want to move in here. You're amazing and I know I'll be safe with you."
Levi grabbed your basket from you. "I'll place this inside my home. Wait for me."
You nodded, then sat down and waited for Levi. You placed your hand on your chest as it raced a little. You couldn't believe such a handsome was talking to you and wanting to protect you. Levi was so well known in the underground. You knew you could be safe with him, but he did make you a little flustered.
Levi stopped and gazed at you for a moment as you sat waiting for him. He admired you and thought about getting you some pretty dresses. He walked down, then grabbed your hand and pulled you along. "Let's go."
You stumbled along after him. "O-Okay, but umm my place is that way."
Levi stopped causing you to bump into him, then he pulled you along where you told him. He got to your home and saw it was just a one-room shack. You'd kept it clean and tidy, but he felt sorry that you were living in such a bad place. He helped you pack up everything into just one bag. He took you back to his place, then gave you his room.
You blushed as you looked around his room. "I couldn't possibly take your room."
Levi shrugged. "I barely sleep. Besides, you can't fight like my friends and I can. So, I have to keep you close and protect you. I won't do anything to you if I do share the bed with you. I promise."
"I trust you."
He cleared his things off his desk. "Use this desk to make your flowers. I'll help you sell them."
You sat down at the desk, the smiled at him. "Thank you so much."
"Happy to help."
You nibbled your lip, then started working. You made a perfect and beautiful lily of the valley. You walked into the main room to see Levi had his friends over. You blushed a little, then walked over to Levi. "H-Hello." You introduced yourself. "Lovely to meet you."
Isabel grinned. "I'm Isabel!" She hugged you. "Welcome. Levi's told us all about you."
Furlan offered his hand. "Furlan, and yeah he's told us all about you."
You smiled. "I hope am not a disappointment."
Isabel shook her head. "No! I'm so happy there's another girl here." She eyed your hands. "What have you got there?"
You looked at the flower. "Lily of the valley. It means happiness." You handed them over to Levi. "I made them as a thank you." You blushed a little. "Thank you for helping me. I look forward to being part of your family here."
Levi played with the flower and smiled. "Thanks." Levi watched you walk away, then he looked to his friends to see they were both grinning. "Shut up, both of you. I don't want to hear it."
Levi would keep an eye on you and go into your room a few times just to check on you and make sure you were okay. He sold the flowers for you and made you a lot of money. He kept you away from any guy that got close to you. He wanted you to be his and only his.
He entered your room, then leaned against the door frame as he watched you. He smiled as you hummed to yourself and made a little bear. He walked over when you yelped a little. He grabbed your hand, then inspected to see you'd pricked yourself. "Poor brat."
You smiled at him. "It's nothing really. I do it often."
He crouched down next to you. "Well, that's not good."
"It comes with the job."
"Maybe you should do something less dangerous." He massaged your hand and hummed. He pressed his lips against your hand. "What do you think?"
You frowned a little. "This job isn't dangerous at all."
"It is."
You sighed. "It isn't."
He looked at your table of things. "Teach me and then I'll decide."
You gave him a few things, then started teaching him. You watched him make a bear, but it wasn't perfect. He messed up some stitches here and there, but he did it with love in his heart for you.
Levi sighed as he looked at what he'd made. "It's shit."
You took the small floppy bear from him. "I think it's cute. I love it." You smiled at the bear. "Can I keep him?"
Levi blushed, then nodded. "Tch, sure."
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."
You sat in your new house feeling a little lonely. Erwin had arrived out of nowhere after you being with Levi and his friends for six months. As soon as Levi was taken, he asked for you to come as well. You were asked to pack, then you were taken up top and placed in a cute cottage with a large garden. You were happy and excited for your home, but because Furlan and Isabel had passed away you felt very alone because Levi was so busy.
You finished cleaning your cottage the way Levi had taught you, then you grabbed your toy and flower making things and sat in your garden at the nice table. You had a little business going of selling your handmade things. You'd make a few, then a delivery person would come and collect them from you and give them to the people you made them for. You liked how things ran, because Levi had set it all up for you.
You let out a long sigh, then put your things down. You stared at the bear Levi had made you a few years back and smiled. You picked it up, then hugged it against you. "I miss you." You let out a long sigh, then looked down the path to see someone on a horse getting closer. "I'm not expecting anyone." You stood up when you realised who it was. "Levi!"
Levi rode over, then jumped off his horse and hitched them to your garden fence. "Hey brat."
You boucned up and down. "Hi!"
He walked into your garden with a few bags. "I hope you don't mind, but we've got no missions for a while and I've asked for some time off. So, you have me for about two or three months."
You squealed, then ran and jumped into Levi's arms. "Yay! I'm so glad!" You kissed his cheek making him blush hard. You jumped down, then reached for a bag. "Let me help with them."
Levi lifted the bags. "I've got this."
You huffed. "Fine, but I'm stronger than you think. Finley has been teaching me to be stronger."
Levi clenched his jaw, then glared at you. "Who the fuck is Finley?"
You let him into your cottage, then led him to your bedroom. "My friend. I love Finley."
He slammed his bags down. "I want to meet this Finley, now."
You smiled at Levi. "Sure. They're due to come over soon. Let me get you a cup of tea." You ran to your kitchen and shouted to him. "I went into town and bought a selection of teas. I knew you'd come to visit me at some point." You turned your head to see Levi was right next to you. You smiled at him with a light blush. "So I got as many nice teas as possible."
He eyed the tea. "You went into town? It's not safe to go there, I've told you that."
You handed him a cup. "Relax Levi, I went with Finley."
Levi's eye twitched. "Right."
You hummed a laugh. "Oh, so what about you? How have you been? You killed many titans?" You gasped and touched his face and arms. "Are you hurt? Did you get injured."
Levi smiled at you and forgot about his possessiveness. "I'm alright. I've been told I'm humanities strongest."
"I saw in the paper!" You ran around. "Where is it?" You grabbed a book, then opened it and smiled. "Here it is."
Levi looked at the book and felt his heart flutter. "You've kept a scrapbook of things on me?"
You nodded and showed him a few more pages. "Yeah. I miss you and I'm proud of you." You gasped. "Will you sign it?"
"Sure. You got a pen?"
You grabbed one from the table and handed it over. "All yours. I'm just going to pop out and grab my things."
"Okay."
You ran outside and gathered all your sewing things, then stopped when you saw Finley. You waved at her. "Hi, Finley!"
She waved to you and walked over with a bag. "Hey beautiful. I got some treats for you."
"Aww, thank you." You let her in, then walked with her to your house. "Oh, Levi is around. I'm so excited for you two to meet." You opened your door. "Levi! Finley is here."
Levi got ready to rip into a guy, but he was met with a buff looking woman and realised that Finley was a gender neutral name. "Finley, right. Hello, I'm Levi. Thank you for looking after the brat."
She shook Levi's had. "It's been a pleasure. She's a lovely girl and speaks so highly of you."
Levi blushed as he looked over at you. "Does she?"
You nodded. "Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
Finley looked between you and Levi, then place the bag on the side. "Well, I was just here to drop off some treats. I'll head out now. Love you."
You hugged her. "Bye." You turned to Levi and smiled. "I need to get to work with my things. Help yourself to anything."
Levi watched you sit at your dining room table and go right to work. He couldn't believe how beautiful you were and how grown up you were as well. He just wanted to kiss you. He walked over, then sat at the table and gazed at you as you worked hard.
Levi reached over and took your hand. "Careful. You'll prick yourself again."
You hummed a laugh. "You're observant. It's like you watch me a lot."
"Because I do." He kissed your hand. "I missed you. I thought about you a lot while I was away."
"I did too. I thought about you a lot." You sighed. "Oh! I made you something."
"Oh?"
You nodded and handed him a little box. "Ta-da!"
He opened the box to see a cravat engraved with a lily of the valley. "It's beautiful and perfect. Thank you."
"You don't have to wear it on missions, but I thought it'd be nice for you to wear now and then."
Levi pulled his cravat off, then replaced it with your one so the flower was right in the perfect spot for all to see. "I'll cherish it."
You smiled at him. "You're all I've got left, so be careful."
Levi woke up one morning in your bed, then let out a long sigh. He looked over to your side of the bed and saw you missing. He got up for the day, then ruffled his messy bead hair. He strained his ears to listen for you and heard you giggling.
He jumped out of bed with just his PJ bottoms on, then ran into your living room and listened again. He opened the front door to see you laughing at a man. "Tch, oi!"
You turned to Levi and smiled. "Morning Levi!"
"Who the fuck is that?"
You smiled. "This is Jim. He's the delivery guy for me now and then. My usual is having her baby! Cute, right? So Jim has taken over for Helga."
Jim smirked at Levi. "Levi Ackerman, huh? I've always wanted to meet the great Captain. I never expected him to be so...disappointing."
You frowned. "What? He's wonderful."
"He's short, not good looking and has squinty eyes. You deserve better."
You gasped. "He's wonderful and the perfect size. Don't be an asshole." You yelped when Levi punched Jim to the floor. "Levi!"
Levi pointed at Jim. "Back the FUCK off you piece of shit. I know men like you. You woo women to fuck them then you leave."
Jim got up. "She ain't worth my time. The stupid ugly bitch. You deserve each other!"
You pouted, then grabbed a rock and threw it at him. "Get out of here you asshole!"
Levi grabbed your arm, then dragged you inside your house. "This is exactly why I told you to stay away from guys!" He slammed the door closed. "They're all pieces of shit!"
You whined a little. "I know, but how am I going to find a partner if I am shut off from all the guys?"
He paced and panted. "You're not dating anyone."
"Levi."
He turned to you, then shoved you against your door and kissed you roughly. He pulled back and panted. "You're mine and you've always been mine."
You blushed and felt your heart race. "Levi."
He kissed you again, then nipped your lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him and clung so tightly. You hummed and moaned as how passionately his tongue massaged yours. You felt breathless. Levi felt like he was tasting heaven. All the years of yearning for you and dreaming up what it'd be like to have you was coming true. You tasted so much better than he could ever imagine.
He pulled back from your lips, but held you close. He spoke in a lust filled voice, deep and husky. "You're mine. I won't let anyone else have you. I love you and only I have ever loved you so deeply and passionately."
You smiled at him. "You're mine too. I love you too Levi. I've loved you for a long time, but I didn't think you liked me that way. I thought I was like a sister to you because of how protective you were of me, but it seems it's because you love me."
He lifted you up, then carried you to your dining table and sat you on it. "I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you'd reject me." He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek. "But now that I know you want me and want to be with me, I will not stop my love for you. I will shower you with so much love. I come at you with raw strong possessive passion. Are you prepared for that?"
You nodded as you felt a fire burn through you and a heat build below. "I want you and only you. I want to be yours. I want the marriage and the future."
Levi smiled at you. "Then we'll have it brat. You and me. My future Mrs Ackerman."
Hey Jelly! I wanted to request a Levi and reader fic where they are at Marley for the first time. One day when they have off they can just explore around. Eat new foods they didn’t have back at in the walls. Reader has her camera that onyankopon gifted her and starts taking pictures of Levi (because he’s beautiful ) even though he tells reader to stop he secretly likes it. Thought it would be cute for them to just have some time for themselves after everything they went through. Thanks!!
So cute <3 Yes please, need more cuteness betwen these two. We'd take so many pictures of that man because he's perfection.
Levi stood with his hands in his pockets and a blank expression on his face as the scouts got overly excited about being in Marley. He didn't think much of the place. He thought it was noisy, dirty and busy. Plus, it was a dangerous place to be and the scouts were getting far to hyper for their own good.
Hange noticed Levi's bad attitude and wanted to give him a kick. She looked around and noticed you and Onyankopon talking and laughing. "Well, they seem close."
Levi looked over to you and felt a little annoyed, but he trusted you. "Tch, she can do as she pleases."
"You not gonna stomp over there and declare her as your girlfriend?"
Levi looked up at Hange. "She's grown, fucking, woman. She can do what she wants. As I've said." He looked to you again. "I trust her." He perked up when you looked over and smiled sweetly and waved. "She's just very friendly."
Hange hummed and pouted a little at not being able to wind up Levi. "She's a gem."
You hurried over to Levi and Hange with a smile on your face, along with a box with the handle looped over your arm. "Isn't this place weird? It's so busy and loud."
Hange snorted a laugh. "You two are perfect for each other."
You watched her leave and go for Onyankopon. "What does she mean?"
Levi fixed your shirt for you. "I find this place dirty, noisy and too busy."
You smiled at Levi. "Snap then!"
He nodded. "Tch, yeah." He didn't want it to get to him, but it did and Hange's words had ruffled his feathers. "The fuck was that over there?"
You walked with Levi and hummed. "Over?" You gasped when it clicked. "Oh right! Well, Onyankopon was just explaining a few things to me and telling me of some nice places to go." You blushed a little. "If you wanna go with me."
Levi blushed at the thought of taking you on a date, he loved doing that, but this place was dangerous. "Maybe."
You smiled. "Well, I'm a little tired, so I'm going to the hotel we're staying at and rest."
Levi grabbed the back of your blazer and pulled you back. "Tch, oi brat? We're sharing a room."
You lit up in pure joy. "Really?"
He nodded. "Yeah." He turned down a street and led you to the hotel as he spoke. "I gotta keep an eye on you and make sure you don't go Hange crazy." He stopped and looked at you as he blushed a little. "Plus, I want you." He gulped. "I want you near me. You're my girlfriend, so you have to."
You hummed a laugh, then kissed his cheek making him happy, but only you could tell he was. "Got it."
Levi let out a long sigh, then led you upstairs. "I already put our bags in the room."
"Great."
He unlocked the door and let you in. "It's very different from my place you practically live in and steal all my things."
You looked around, then back at Levi. "I'll move out then if it bothers you."
Levi gritted his teeth in frustration, because he didn't mean it like that. He was trying to be playful and it came out cold. "No you won't. It's not allowed. You live with me now."
You sat on the bed and bounced up and done. "Oh, I know. I just wanted you to say it." You smiled at Levi. "Great bed in here." You kicked your shoes off, then rolled onto the bed on your back and sighed. "Comfy."
Levi took his shoes off, then got on the bed on the other side. "No funny business."
You looked over to Levi. "You mean, no sex."
He blushed and nodded. "It's too dangerous to do it here while we're undercover." He built up all his courage. "I'll make it up to you when we get back."
You hummed and smiled at the thought. You closed your eyes and imagined it more. "Aaaah, what a great thing to look forward to."
Levi smiled a little. "I'm looking forward to it too." He looked over when you didn't respond to find you were passed out. "Tch, damn brat falling asleep at a flirting moment." He got up and changed you into comfy clothes. "It's a good job I love the ever loving shit out of you." He kissed your forehead and smiled. "You adorable brat."
Levi lay back down and slept peacefully next to you. He always did sleep well with you there, because you were like this soothing presence that let him know everything was alright. He woke up the next day feeling refreshed, because you were this perfect presence. He got changed, then prepared your things. He knew that today was a day off, so he planned on taking you on a date.
He waited for you to wake up, then helped you get changed. Levi was a morning person, but you struggled sometimes. You were half awake some mornings and Levi had the pleasure of dressing you and getting you up. Levi loved those mornings the most, because you were so sweet and adorable. You were also very cuddly then and forgot about holding back with your affection because of Levi a cold grump. He loved it though, he loved every moment.
Levi walked with you and lightly held your hand as you woke up. When you'd become aware and awake, he let you go so you could explore. He noticed the box Onyankopon had given you with you. He didn't like that another man had given you a gift and you were glued to it, but it made you happy and that was the main thing.
You both went to a little cafe and ordered food and tea you'd never tasted before. You sat with the box on your lap and saw Levi staring. "What?"
He looked away. "Nothing."
You smiled and opened the box and pulled out the gift. "It's a camera."
Levi looked back and stared at the camera. "Tch, waste of money on you. You have too many things from me."
You hummed a laugh. "You don't like me getting gifts from other men then?"
He sighed and sat back when the food and drink arrived, then he sat forwards when you had the space to talk. "You do what you want. I'm not jealous or possessive. I know you are mine and you love me. I love you too brat. So, it doesn't bother me."
You lifted up the camera and took a picture of Levi. "It's okay if it does."
Levi glared at you. "Tch, the fuck you take my picture for?"
You smiled and sipped your tea. "So I can have tones of memories of you."
Levi felt happy at your words. "Right."
You ate your food and hummed. "This is good."
Levi nodded and enjoyed what he had, but he preferred your cooking and baking. You also made better tea. "Tch, not bad. I prefer what you make."
You smiled brightly. "That was very sweet of you."
"It's the truth." He paid for everything, then stood up. "Move it brat. We have nice places to see."
You walked with him through the street. "How come you know where to go?"
He blushed a little. "Onyankopon."
You smiled, then took a picture of Levi. "Asking for date advice, that's sweet."
He looked over at you. "Stop with the pictures."
"My bad."
He sighed and walked with you to the harbour. He gazed out and enjoyed the beautiful colours. He frowned when he heard the camera. He slowly looked over at you. "Did you take my picture again?"
You blushed. "Sorry. I can't help it. You're so handsome."
He clenched his jaw and stopped himself from smiling. "Hmm. Let's move."
You followed Levi and kept taking pictures of him whenever you could. You blushed when he stopped and stared at you. "Sorry."
Levi grabbed the camera from you. "Let's see how you like it."
You gasped. "Ah, no I'm not pretty enough."
Levi held up the camera and thought you were stunning as you stood there with an adorable blush. He took the picture and hummed. "All I see is a cute brat who I love." He studied the camera. "I want to keep that one."
You smiled and nodded shyly. "S-sure."
He looked to you. "Gone shy now, huh?"
You pouted. "Stop teasing me." You reached for the camera. "I want to take more pictures of you."
"Twenty is enough."
You blushed bright red. "I can't believe you counted."
"I did." He didn't mind at all that you wanted to take more, in fact he saw it as you confirming to him that you loved him. Levi often questioned why someone like you would want him as a boyfriend. He thought you'd be better off without him and was so scared of losing you. However, by you taking pictures of him it meant you wanted him and wanted to stay with him. Levi wanted you. He wanted you with him for the rest of his days. "Hey brat?"
You stopped for a moment and sighed. "Yeah?"
He looked around to make sure no one was looking, then he grabbed your shirt and yanked you close. "I love you." He kissed you setting off fireworks inside you both. Time slowed down and the world stopped just for you in that moment. Levi knew it couldn't last forever and he'd have to stop, even if he wanted to take you back to the hotel room and kissed you endlessly. He pushed you back a little and sighed. "Cut down on pictures, alright? Save some for pictures of you and me together."
You took the camera back and felt giddy. You smiled and nodded at Levi. "Okay. I'll save them for couple photos."
Hey jelly! How about bodyguard levi who gets jealous over his actress girlfriend when she's shooting a kissing scene with her co-star so after she finishes shooting he fucks her passionately to make sure she knows that she's only his 😌😍
Behind Closed Doors
Levi x fem reader
The moment your lips touched your co-star's, Levi felt a twinge rip through his chest. He had seen you kiss co-stars before; it was the nature of your job, and he usually managed to maintain his cold, detached professional distance, but this man was taking the fucking piss. The director had asked for a romantic glance, but the co-star was pulling you in far too close, deepening the kiss and making it miles more passionate than it was ever supposed to be. Levi’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching so hard inside his suit pockets that his knuckles popped. You were his. How dare this... this... pathetic daytime television hack lay his hands on you like that?
"Cut! Outstanding! Brilliant passion from both of you!" the director yelled, beaming with delight.
As the crew began resetting the lights, you stepped back, politely and sweetly making small talk with your co-star. The man was practically preening, leaning in close and heavily hinting that the chemistry on screen wasn't just acting, that he was developing real feelings for you. He smirked, asking what you had been thinking about to make the scene feel so intensely real.
You didn't hesitate. With a dazzling smile, you proudly said, "Oh, I was just thinking about my handsome boyfriend."
Across the bustling set, the tight line of Levi’s jaw relaxed just a fraction. A faint, possessive surge of satisfaction hummed in his veins at your loyalty, but it didn't completely wash away the bitter taste in his mouth. You had still been touched. You had still been kissed by a man who clearly wanted to slide right into Levi's position.
Oblivious to the storm brewing under his tailored suit, you broke away from the crew and raced straight over to Levi, your face glowing with pride and happiness over the solid day of work you had just delivered. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling. "How did I do, Levi?"
Levi adjusted his sunglasses, his voice flat. "Good. You did good."
He couldn't deny it; you were an exceptional actor, captivating when the cameras rolled. But your co-star was officially on his black list.
"Tch. The crowd is starting to linger," Levi murmured, his professional instinct masking his growing impatience. "Go to your dressing room. Relax, get changed, and let's head home."
"Sounds perfect," you agreed, leading the way off the bustling soundstage and across the lot to your private, high-end luxury trailer.
The moment you stepped inside, the heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the noise of the studio. Before you could even walk completely into the room, the professional facade Levi had been wearing all afternoon evaporated. He reached back, locking the deadbolt with a sharp clack. He yanked his earpiece out of his ear, tossing it onto a nearby chair, and rushed you.
You were standing right in front of your large vanity mirror, your hands raised as you began carefully peeling off your elaborate, styled wig and wig cap, revealing your natural hair beneath.
Suddenly, a heavy, powerful frame slammed into your back.
Levi caught you off guard, his large hands gripping your waist and pressing your front firmly against the cool, lit glass of the vanity mirror. A sharp gasp left your lips, your body shivering in a mix of surprise and sudden, white-hot thrill as the smooth glass met your skin and his blistering body heat completely enveloped you from behind.
Through the reflection of the mirror, you looked straight into both of his sharp, piercing silver eyes. They were dark with a predatory jealousy, his muscular chest expanding against your back as his breathing turned heavy and ragged.
Levi tilted his head down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth giving your sweet flesh a sharp, possessive nip that made your knees buckle. His hands slid down from your waist, gathering up the fabric of your wardrobe and sliding it up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin with a raw, dominant grip.
"I don't give a fuck what the script says, brat," Levi growled, as he forced your hips back against his heavy, solid length. "Wipe his taste out of your mouth. Remind me exactly who you belong to before I tear this fucking dress off you."
You flipped your hair back over your shoulder, a defiant smile playing on your lips as you locked eyes with his reflection in the mirror. "Come on then, Levi," you challenged softly, your heart hammering. "Show me."
Levi’s grip tightened, his jaw clenching at your brazen tone. Without a single word, his large, calloused hands shoved the fabric of your dress all the way up to your waist, pinning it against your lower back. Before you could even gasp, his heavy palm came down in a sharp, resounding spank right across the soft flesh of your behind.
A sharp cry tore from your throat, the sting instantly turning into a deep, throbbing heat.
"Who do you belong to, brat?" Levi growled against your ear, his voice thick and dangerous as his palm came down again, harder this time, marking your skin with a fierce, possessive rhythm. "Tell me right now."
But the thrill of the chase was too intoxicating. You played the brat, biting your lip and holding back the answer, intentionally tilting your hips away from him with a needy whimper. Levi let out a low, rough growl at your stubbornness, his strikes becoming faster and more intense, punishing your defiance until the overwhelming pleasure and sting finally broke you.
"Levi! Yours, I'm yours!" you cried out, your voice cracking as you sobbed his name into the quiet trailer, completely undone by his dominance.
Satisfied by your breakdown, Levi’s hand slid lower, hooking into the waistband of your silk panties. He pulled them tight and pulled them straight up, stretching the fabric taut so he could see the plush, swollen curves of your pussy lips spilling out on either side of the tight material. He ran his fingers slowly up and down the exposed flesh, his touch deliberate.
"Look at you," Levi rasped, his breathing ragged. "That stupid, fucking hack co-star doesn't get to see you like this. He doesn't get to touch any of this."
With a rough tug, he pulled the panties completely to the side, exposing your slick, glistening centre. He dipped his fingers straight into your heat, his eyes darkening further as he found you completely, utterly dripping.
"Look how soaking wet you are for me," he muttered, a proud, possessive smirk finally breaking on his face as he coated his fingers in your moisture. "You were sitting on that set, letting him kiss you, but you were getting needy for me and only me. Weren't you, brat?"
"Yes... yes, Levi, please," you begged, your hands clutching the edge of the vanity for dear life as your head lolled back against his chest.
Levi didn't answer with words. The sharp, metallic click of his belt unbuckling echoed in the room. He quickly undid his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid length. The blistering heat of his erect cock pressed firmly against your wet skin as he ran the throbbing tip up and down your soaking opening, coating himself in your nectar.
You let out a broken whine, arching your back to meet him, but Levi held you firmly in place, pushing just the very tip of his crown past your tight lips.
He stopped right there, a dark, teasing smile playing on his lips as you began to plead and beg, your hips desperately rolling backwards to try and force him all the way inside. But he wouldn't budge. He kept you hovering right on the agonising edge of fulfilment.
"I need to hear it again, clear," Levi whispered roughly, his fingers digging into your hip bones. "Confirm it for me. Tell me exactly who owns you, or I'm leaving you right on the edge."
"You do! You own me, Levi!" you sobbed, almost frantic with need as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "I'm yours, I promise... I promise I'll be a good girl for you. Please, just stretch me, please..."
"Good girl," Levi praised.
He didn't give you another second of warning. His hands gripped your waist with a bruising strength, and with one massive, possessive drive of his hips, Levi plunged his thick length inside you, burying himself deep until he hit your absolute core.
A loud, shattered scream was ripped from your throat as he locked into a hard, merciless, and primal rhythm. He drove into you with a fierce jealousy, the heavy, muscular weight of his lower abdomen slapping roughly against your bare bottom with every single punishing thrust, completely taking over your body and marking you.
The impact of his hips sent a heavy tremor right through the vanity. Within seconds, everything sitting on the counter, your expensive makeup palettes, perfume bottles, and brushes, rattled violently before sliding off the edge and crashing onto the floor, some of the glass bottles breaking with a sharp shatter.
Neither of you cared.
Levi’s hand slid up from your shoulder, his fingers wrapping securely around the front of your neck. It wasn't to choke you, but to completely command your posture, his thumb pressing firmly under your jawline to lift your head high.
"Look at yourself in the mirror," Levi commanded, his rough voice panting directly into your ear. "Look at us together, brat. Look at our love. Our passion. Watch what I do to you."
Your eyes fluttered open, forced to stare at the breathless reflection in front of you. You watched in awe as Levi ruthlessly fucked you from behind. Seeing him completely stripped of his usual composure, behaving like a fierce, loving animal consumed by his need for you, was intoxicating. The way his powerful shoulders rolled with every thrust, the way your body burned with an overwhelming, white-hot pleasure, and the way your heavy arousal was running down your thick legs and dripping onto the floorboards was too much for your senses to handle.
The friction pushed you right over the edge. You combusted, a loud, shattered scream echoing through the trailer as you came hard. Your legs shook and bucked wildly against your boyfriend, your inner muscles clamping down around his thick length in a tight, pulsing vice.
Levi let out a growl at the crushing sensation, his teeth gritting as he rode out the wave of your climax.
Before your body could even stop trembling, he suddenly pulled completely out of your soaking warmth. You whimpered at the sudden loss of him, but before you could protest, Levi gripped your waist, turned you completely around to face him, and lifted your frame effortlessly into the air. He sat you right down onto the edge of the vanity, completely ignoring the scattered debris.
He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. Spreading your legs wide, Levi slammed right back into you, burying his rigid length all the way to the hilt in one deep, breathless stroke.
"Wrap your legs around me. Hold onto me tightly," he ordered roughly, his eyes burning with a dark, insatiable fire as he gripped the back of your thighs.
You obeyed, locking your ankles behind his lower back and clinging to his muscular shoulders for dear life. Satisfied, Levi locked his hands onto your hips and went hard and fast again, his powerful frame driving into you with a relentless, possessive speed that ensured you would never forget exactly who you belonged to.
cws: smut, unprotected sex (I planned this to be protected, I SWEAR), fingering, riding, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), squirting, cum eating, throatfucking, love confessions, a bit of fluff, virgin!Reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, corruption kink but with a twist, dom!Lee Know, service top!Lee Know
word count: 6686
summary: minho was the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring but with a deep dark desire inside of him. When he finds out you’re so inexperienced, he can’t hold it back anymore
a/n: I actually had this idea for so long now and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done for literal months! I’m so glad I can finally present it to you
Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.
He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.
And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.
He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.
He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.
He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.
He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.
He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.
But what you didn’t know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.
When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t speak, think or walk properly anymore.
When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.
When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.
When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.
When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.
But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadn’t been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadn’t been the right time yet.
But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.
Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.
He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasn’t possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.
Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.
With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.
“Sorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried away”.
He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.
“I liked it”, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.
His face turned back to you.
“You did?”, he asked.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.
“So- you want me to continue?”.
There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You weren’t just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.
With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldn’t describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldn’t indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.
His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didn’t know what to do.
“Move, Jagi. Please”, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.
“I don’t know how”.
At first, he didn’t really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.
“I’ve never done something like that before”, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, “I’m- uhmm”.
You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.
But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.
His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.
“No no no no. Don’t cry, Jagi”, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you”.
You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.
“You’re not.. appalled by the fact I’m a virgin?”.
Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.
He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.
“No, of course not”, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, “Just under pressure”.
Although your body was still shivering and you couldn’t yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.
“What do you mean?”.
His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.
“Well, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting you”.
He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.
You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.
“I want it”, you whispered, “With you”.
He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldn’t quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.
Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.
“But you’ll have to guide me”.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.
“Are you sure?”, he asked softly.
You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didn’t hesitate a second.
“You need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels off”, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, “And we’re only going as far as you feel like”.
It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldn’t read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldn’t resist. He was scared he couldn’t fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.
“I trust you”.
“I trust you, too”, he sighed.
It felt like a love confession, something that also didn’t happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.
“You want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?”, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.
You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.
“Okay, with clothes on it’s- it’s about the friction”, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, “How does that feel?”.
The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.
“Good”, you managed to get out.
“You can also like- move like this”, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.
Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.
“Yeah, just like that-“, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, “Kiss me”.
You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.
It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.
His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.
You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.
“Can you like- touch me? Like you did before?”, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.
He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.
“You did like that, huh, kitten?”.
He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didn’t mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.
But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.
“I’ll start nice and slow, yeah?”, Minho cooed, “Or- tell me how you like it”.
“I-“, you hesitated.
And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.
“Have you never touched yourself?”, he asked then, voice dropping.
Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.
“I’m gonna teach you, yeah? I’ll show you how to make you feel good”.
Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.
“Starting easy, slow”, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.
He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.
“Gather it, you can push the tip in if you want to”, he instructed you and you did as you were told, “Good- good girl, use it. Will feel better when it’s wet”.
You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.
Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasn’t even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.
“How does it feel, kitten? Tell me”, his voice was raspy, hoarse.
“It’s- so good”, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.
One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.
“Push your finger in, slowly”.
You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.
“Curl your finger- like this“, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, “Search for the spot. Go in deeper”.
You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.
“Min-“.
“You want me to find it?”, he asked gently.
And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.
But he couldn’t deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didn’t.
He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.
Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.
“Oh god-“, you choked.
You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.
“Feels good, yeah?”, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.
“Min-“, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.
His mind drifted off. This wasn’t enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
“What do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? You’d let me taste you?”.
He hadn’t planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.
“Taste me? How?”, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.
Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didn’t budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.
“I can eat you out, if you want me to”.
“Huh?”, you asked, mind still empty.
He grinned, he couldn’t stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.
“You want me to do this with my tongue?”, he tried again.
“Huh?”.
God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.
“I need you to say yes or no”, he mused, he wasn’t even able to fight off the next sentence, “Or I’ll stop”.
“Yes-“, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, “Do it, please”.
Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.
Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.
You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.
“Relax, kitten”, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.
Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.
And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.
You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.
There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.
“Min- hahh- Minho, wait-“, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didn’t know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, “I- feels weird”.
“Ohh-“, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, “You’re close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?”.
You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasn’t weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release you’ll ever have and love to think back to it.
He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?”, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, “Cum all over my face, jagi”.
You couldn’t stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you weren’t moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.
His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.
“Fuck”, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, “That’s it, kitten. Good fucking girl for me”.
It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.
His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-
God, he had to stop thinking about it.
He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.
“You want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?”.
He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.
Minho groaned, he couldn’t help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.
He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.
“Min-“.
“Huh?”, he made.
He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.
“Can I touch you now?”, you asked reluctantly.
Minhos brain short circuited.
“You- why?”.
“I don’t know- I want to make you feel good”, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, “But you’ll have to show me how”.
Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.
You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.
The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.
“Ohh- fuck-“, he gasped.
You weren’t even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.
Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.
For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.
“Can I pull it out?”, you asked, tilting your head.
He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.
Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.
You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.
It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.
“You can- wrap your hand around it. Gentle”, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.
You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldn’t stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.
“Fuck- sorry”, he groaned, “Move your hand, yeah? You can twist it a little”.
He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.
“Does that feel good?”, you asked.
Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.
You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.
“Feels amazing, kitten”, he huffed, “Wanna taste it?”.
Minho hadn’t planned on asking you that - he hadn’t planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.
“You’d let me?”, your head tilted a bit.
Minho wanted to bite his fist.
You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.
God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
“Fuck-“, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.
“Tell me what feels good“, you demanded, your hand still on his base.
“Hahh- just- take it into your mouth first”.
You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.
“We can try that if you want to”, you said, “Why not?”.
Oh god.
Did he really just say that out loud?
“I- no”, Minho stuttered, but couldn’t contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.
“I trust you, baby”, you said again.
“Don’t”, he laughed, “I don’t think I could handle this if you let me”.
There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.
“I want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Min”.
“Fuck- but- you gotta-”, he couldn’t control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.
You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.
“Sorry, kitten, it just feels so-“.
Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-
“Do it again”, you gasped.
Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.
Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.
“Fuck, take it then”.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldn’t deny how hot this was.
Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.
“Kitten-“, Minho cooed breathlessly, “If I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- God”.
His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldn’t hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.
He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.
You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.
It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.
“You look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?”.
He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.
“Tell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?”, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.
“Yes- I love it”.
“Are you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-“, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.
You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.
“You’d let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?”.
He wasn’t afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.
“I’m already close, kitten. You’re doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?”, his voice was hoarse but gentle.
You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.
The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.
One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.
Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.
His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.
This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.
“I love you”, he muttered.
You didn’t even hesitate.
“I love you too”.
You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.
“I love you”, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, “I love you so much”.
“I’ve waited so long for you to say that”, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.
“I know”, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, “And I’m sorry about that”.
You shook your head, signaling him he didn’t need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.
“I want to feel you-”, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, “Inside of me”.
Minhos grin was silly.
“Kitten, I don’t know if I can last that long”, he chuckled, “We don’t have to do it right now, you know?”.
But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.
“I don’t care”, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.
“Damn- I really did that to you”, he shook his head, “Let me get a condom, I’ll be right back”.
You shook your head.
“I said I wanted to feel you”.
He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.
“Kitten- I don’t know what to say”, he huffed.
“Don’t say anything- just- fuck me”.
Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.
“Fuck- you’re going to be the death of me”, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, “Go slow, yeah? You decide the pace”.
You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.
“God- you feel- so fucking tight”, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, “Slow down-“.
But you didn’t even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didn’t want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.
“I said fucking slow down-“, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, “I’m gonna cum- stop”.
“You- Min”, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, “You’re filling me up so good”.
The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasn’t even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.
“Don’t say shit like that- makes me want to-“.
“Do whatever you want with me”, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, “Please, fuck me”.
He didn’t even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.
“Min- hahh-“.
You didn’t even know what you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.
It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.
“Fuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mine”.
His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.
It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.
God, Minho really hoped this wasn’t a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain you’d love it.
drabble — chan who is willing to answer anything you asked him.
You and Chan were sprawled across the big couch in the living room, the afternoon sun filtering lazily through the curtains. What had started as a simple argument over the remote had quickly dissolved into playful chaos. He had you pinned beneath him, fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed, laughing so hard your stomach hurt, legs kicking wildly as you tried to shove him off.
"Chan—stop! I swear I'll bite you!" you gasped between giggles, managing to twist and smack his chest. He just grinned that devastating dimpled smile, eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught your wrists and pressed them above your head.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try, baby," he teased, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His body was warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint salt of sweat from your little wrestling match. You bucked your hips up in retaliation, trying to throw him off, but it only made him settle more firmly between your thighs.
You managed to free one hand and poked his nose. "This thing is always in the way when you're trying to be all serious and boyfriend-y."
He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "My nose? What's wrong with my nose?"
"Nothing," you said, still breathless from laughing. You traced the bridge of it with your fingertip, playful and teasing. "Just... what does that cute nose even do other than breathing and looking pretty?"
Chan's eyes darkened instantly, the playful spark shifting into something hotter, hungrier. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You really wanna know?"
Before you could answer, he flipped you both in one smooth motion, so you were suddenly straddling his chest. His hands gripped your hips, sliding you higher up his body with effortless strength. Your heart raced as you braced your hands on the back of the couch.
"Chan—"
"Shh. Let me show you exactly what this nose can do," he murmured, voice husky. He tugged at your shorts and panties in one go, yanking them down your thighs. You lifted up just enough for him to pull them off completely, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your already slick folds and you shivered.
He didn't give you time to overthink. Strong hands guided your hips forward until your pussy hovered right over his face. You looked down and the sight alone made you throb. His dark eyes staring up at you, that perfect nose already so close to where you needed him.
"Sit," he ordered softly.You lowered yourself slowly, but he wasn't patient. He pulled you down firmly until your wet cunt pressed against his mouth and nose. The first drag of his tongue made you moan, but it was the way his nose nudged your clit that had your thighs trembling.
Chan ate you out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, gathering your wetness, before flicking teasingly at your entrance. Every movement made his nose grind perfectly against your swollen clit—firm, precise, relentless. The bridge of it rubbed in tight little circles as he tilted his head, the tip pressing and sliding right where you were most sensitive.
"Fuck—Chan..." you whimpered, fingers threading through his curly hair. You rocked your hips instinctively, riding his face. He groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands kneaded your ass, encouraging you to move harder.
His nose was incredible, pressing, rubbing, nudging your clit with every tilt of his head. Combined with his tongue plunging inside you and licking back up to swirl around your clit, the pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Wet sounds filled the room as you got messier, coating his mouth, his nose, his chin.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your pussy, barely pulling back enough to speak. "Keep going, baby. Use my nose. Fuck my face."
The dirty words sent you spiraling. You rode him faster, grinding down so his nose rubbed firm, rhythmic strokes over your clit while his tongue fucked you. Your moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. Tension coiled tight in your belly.
"Chan—I'm gonna—"
He sucked your clit into his mouth and pressed his nose hard against it at the same time, humming. That was it.
You came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his face. He didn't stop, kept licking and rubbing through every wave, drinking you down greedily. Your cum slicked his nose, his lips, his chin, dripping down as you shook and rode out the orgasm.
Even after the peak, he kept going, softer licks and gentle nudges from his nose until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease you off, pulling you down to lie on his chest.You stared at him, dazed. His face was shiny with your arousal, that pretty nose glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"See?" he murmured, voice rough. "That's what my nose can do." He leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
His hands were already sliding back down to your hips, ready to pull you back up for round two. You laughed breathlessly, still trembling, and kissed him deeper.
You were definitely going to tease him about his nose more often.
"You overwork yourself." Levi whispers into your ear as his hands continue to slide under your shirt. His body was pressed flushed against yours. He hated seeing you like this, you didn't get enough sleep and it worried him. So he decided to help you....His hands slide up to your breasts, and he squeezes them, earning a slight moan out of your lips, your pen drops onto the paper. "There we go." Nibbling on your ear, Levi let's his hands wonder down, it isn't long before his fingers are rubbing your pussy. Your head leans back against his shoudler, whimpery moans escaping you, his lips kiss and bite at your neck. "So fucking wet. Can't wait to have my cock deep inside of you." His fingers speed up and you gaps grabbing onto his hair.
The atmosphere in the room was humid, the sound of skin slapping and the candle lighting up the room gave it a romantic vibe. Levi's hands were on your hips as he fucked you against your desk, you were bent over, your front pressed against the wood, almost drooling onto the surface as his cock dives deeper into you. "You're taking me so well...fuck baby, this pretty pussy is all mine right?" You're hearing him good but only moans are able to leave your now swollen lips, he was so deep, hitting your every spot. His hand comes down on your ass hard, a grunt leaving him as your pussy clenches around him. "I asked you something. Fucking answer." His voice was rough and dominate, he stops moving for a moment just watching as your hips move desperately, fucking yourself on his cock. "It's yours...fuck Levi! It's yours!" After reaching your highs, Levi kisses your back before carrying you to your bed. He hated when you overworked yourself but he knew exactly how to make you take a break...
going stupid on captain levi's cock! ₊˚⊹♡ ⇾ might be ooc (soz), lowk captain kink, p in v, etc
“no one said stop. so keep going.”
tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks and onto levi’s bare skin. your thighs were shaking, your pussy aching from the overstimulation as a result of the past two rounds.
you knew levi had inhuman stamina when it came to everything else, so you weren’t sure what led you to believe that wouldn’t translate to sex.
his hands were cold and tight where they held your hips, doing nothing but providing an anchor between you and unconsciousness. he wasn’t helping you move at all, simply just digging his nails into your skin to get you going again.
“i-i can’t,” you whimpered, clenching your muscles to try and obey. “i’m sorry, captain."
levi scoffed at the use of his official title, a single rut of his hips forcing a cry out of you, the tip of cock hitting places you could never dream of reaching with just your fingers. you’d braced yourself for more, but he stilled– one hand released your hip, going up to grip your jaw and making you look at him through bleary eyes.
“you can,” his encouragement was strained, his own composure slowly starting to slip the longer he stayed inside of you without moving. “if you can keep up with me out there, you can keep up with me here.”
he let himself fall back to lean on the wall, watching you expectantly as you panted, thighs shaking as you strained. your legs felt unstable and your brain was practically mush so the second you attempted to start riding him again you only managed to push yourself up not even halfway before you collapsed on his chest.
you whimpered at the sound of him scoffing, your fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulders while you apologized profusely into his skin. “m’sorry, cap–”
before you could finish, his hips were rutting up into you, the length piercing through you again and making your stomach bulge out slightly with his movements. you screamed, thanking whatever gods existed that the stone walls did a relatively decent job at containing the noise inside.
“mmph! shit, captain!” you cried out, gasping as he tugged you closer by your jaw, his composed breath warming your face. your eyes were wide as you stared into his– the slightest bit of desperation masked behind his equanimity.
“stop callin’ me that.”
levi’s grunts blended perfectly with your moans, neither of you breaking eye contact despite the desperate need you had to let them roll to the back of your head. you blinked at him through damp lashes, seeing the slight furrow in his eyebrows whenever you tightened around him.
you could feel his tip just barely graze your soft spot, more tears falling down your cheeks due to the anticipation that he was nearly there. however, when he pulled you into him further, kissing your lips in a confusing rough yet gentle manner, his hips shifted ever so slightly, thrusting into it with such precision that you felt you might pass out.
your jaw fell slack, forehead pressing into his as a small string drool slipped out the corner of your mouth. “levi! fuck, right there, please don’t stop!”
his hand dropped to slap the plush skin of your ass, letting it rest there while he sped up– his shorter stature irrelevant to his strength. he finally let his restraint slip, head falling back onto the wall while he kept his eyes on you, watching the way your eyes had fallen shut, mind completely gone and solely focused on the pleasure only he could provide you.
levi couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face– watching one of his strongest members fall apart on him again was truly the sight.
the slightest ache began to bloom in his legs, the tightening of his muscles not going unnoticed despite the state you were in. your hand came down to his abs, pushing him flush to the mattress while simultaneously using it as support to ride him again.
he moaned out at the pressure on his stomach, letting himself relax as you retook the reins.
“atta girl, just like that, hm?” he praised, starting to lose himself in you. “gonna cum on me again?”
you nodded rapidly, face warm and words no longer an option. levi scoffed, that lazy smile resting on his face knowing your tells.
“keep going. you’re doin’ so well.”
note: OMFG I ACTUALLY START TWEAKING EVERY TIME I SEE THIS MAN LIKE MMMMPGHHG anyway... i'm back! academic probation was NAWT fun but i locked in and everything is fine now :) focus rn is clearing out my requests, but i hope this holds everyone over for now <3, lynn
A/N: Teehee, I got cancelled on last minute for a concert and this is my coping mechanism. ~800 words of smut without much plot.
CW: Sex in a public place, sort of dom!Levi, protected sex (*looks at sticky note* no glove, no love amiright), one night stand.
Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!
“Y-yes, Levi-i, right there. Ah-,” a hand moved to clamp your mouth shut.
“You’re going to need to lower your voice, there’s still people outside,” he whispers in your ear, his cock stilling against you as you whine in protest.
How incredulous, you could hardly believe it. You had your legs parted, pinned against a bathroom door by someone you hardly knew, when you were supposed to be seated, waiting patiently for the concert to start; you had truly surprised yourself this time around. All because your “friend” cancelled last minute, forcing you to sell the ticket to some random stranger.
Actually, a hot stranger.
A rather nice one too, serious and kept to himself. Talk was polite and considerate, he himself used to attending concerts alone and not wanting to bug you.
You told him how your friend cancelled, leaving you to fend for yourself at a concert, you who had a deep fear of doing anything alone. Everything was just polite discussion as he commended you for coming anyway.
Polite, up until a couple of drinks later when you began stumbling over your words, mumbling about how your friend was actually someone you wanted to be with romantically and how tremendously sad you felt. There must be something wrong with me, you remember thinking, but then realized you had said it out loud as Levi had given you a blank stare, his eyes flashing with something unrecognizable.
You had barely made it past the opening act when the sudden need to puke bubbled in your stomach (in part because of the drinks and in part due to the crippling nerves that were beginning to overwhelm you) and Levi offered to accompany you to the bathrooms.
How pathetic, you thought.
Levi must like pathetic.
Levi begins moving deeply within you again, and you let out wanton moans as the bathroom stall door rattled against the force of his movements. He places soft kisses against the column of your neck, before trailing towards the side, sinking his teeth in the conjuncture of your neck and shoulder.
“Ah fuck, that little shit doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he growled, before going back to that menacing pace, the one that took your breath away. He removes his hand to grip your hip and then to your leg, bringing it higher and locking it in place. He gives you a look to try and stay quiet.
You can do nothing but lean your head against the crook of his neck in efforts to be silent, the wet sounds of his cock meeting your dripping cunt to the hilt inundating your mind. Your eyes were wide, a fucked out haze permeating through them, all you could do was take it and take it you did, whimpering in delight against him. You wondered how you’d look once this was done, lipstick smeared, eyeliner smudged due to the fat tears slipping down your cheeks.
Levi pulls away to look at you, half lidded grey eyes so stormy and ablaze at the same time, the one arm holding your leg up letting go in order to wrap around your arched back to bring you closer, and the other coming to circle fingers upon your sensitive clit, snapping those delicious hips against you with a force.
“Such a pretty girl, such a brave girl, you want to cum?” The praise triggers deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. You nod frantically against his shoulder and he shifts so that at the new angle his pelvis grinds against you clit, so deliciously considerate, his cock now moving within your wet walls as Levi opted to rut into you.
“Cum then, pretty. Cum on my cock.”
You can feel yourself getting close. You begin to let out a string of curses, his name punctuating them all, seeking out your high as your pupils dilate, hand trying to grip anything on the flat plane of the door in an effort to ground yourself. There’s nothing but the man fucking you.
“Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to cum. I need you to cum princess, your pussy feels so fucking good.”
His words are too much for you as you come hard around him, letting out a frantic cry as Levi began snapping his hips quickly against you. Outside, you can hear the audience begin to cheer, the band you came to see probably already playing. Suddenly he stops, trying to push as deep as he could. You feel his cock pulsate once, twice, and then he’s groaning as he comes into his condom, the pulsating feeling making your walls quiver with overstimulation.
Levi pulls away from you and takes a good look at you, admiring eyes that made you look away with sudden shyness.
“You’re a mess, let’s get you cleaned up.” All you can do is nod shakily in response.
"Stop fucking whining." Levi says, his hand wrapped around your throat as his thrusts get rougher. He was in a foul mood, bad day at work and you were his main stress outlet. Your moans get louder as his cock hits your spot, tears running down your cheeks. He was being rough and you loved every second of it. "Atta girl. Look at you all fucked out like this..." His hands release your neck only to take your hips and lift them up hitting every inch of his cock deeper into you. A pillow is set under your hips, a gasp comes out of you, eyes rolling back, it felt so good. Levi starts fucking you harder, his hand squeezing your hips, you'll bruise for sure. "Levi! I am gonna cum!" Scoffing, he pulls out of you fully before slamming back in. "Don't you dare. You'll cum when I tell you to."
Your pussy clenches at his words, he was so hot like this. His movements were harsh but somehow gentle at the same time, he would never hurt you and go past your limits but he also knows how to fuck you just like you like it. He watches as your breasts bounce with each movement of his hips, your walls clamp on him again, earning a hiss. "Fuck yeah. This pussy is so fucking good." You want to cum, he can tell and this time he will let you. He spits on your pussy before slapping your ass. "Go on. Cum for me. Cum for me like the good girl you are." The feeling of his cock hitting your spot repeatedly and his thumb rubbing your clit bring you over the edge. You cum, hands grasping the sheets under you, body arching. It was a masterpiece in Levi's eyes, marks all over your body, messy hair, he can look at your for hours. Fucking you thorough your orgasm, Levi pulls out. "Gonna cum..shit..." A growl leaving him before he comes all over your stomach.
CW: Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, fingering, oral fem rec, creampie, size kink, wanting to see your insides?monsterfucking?-he's still human so idk) Horror elements, Eren makes an appearance as bestie
WC: 5k
A/N: it's a long one, i fear i put more horror than actual kink lmao. Please like, comment and/or reblog if you like it :)
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Tears brimmed and threatened to slip from your eyeline. You were finally standing in front of it. It being the gigantic three-story Victorian style home you had been dreaming about for almost a whole year. After spotting it in a listing while surfing for homes, you instantly fell in love with it. It was old but said to be in good condition. Though it had gone through several owners in the span of five years, you paid it no mind.
It's siding was a calming sage green. The trim a deep black that followed the rails and fencing on the spacious porch that wrapped around to the side. The darker color followed to the spindles and the narrow windows on the asymmetrical façade. You gasped at the splendid tower that perched on the roof. Your eyes tried to take it in all at once, like a shot of something. It hit you quick and stayed with you for a moment.
You gazed at the third floor windows once more. The black panels held a thick crisp glass. An eerie sensation washed over you. A chill flushed down the back of your neck and your eyes darted away from the third floor.
“Hey—”
You nearly jumped out your skin, “oh—shit—Eren you scared me!” You turned to one of your best friends. He held a box of your stuff. His long hair was pulled back in a man bun and he sported a black flannel. It brought out the green in his eyes.
“Sorry! But I was getting tired of watching you lovestruck over architecture,” he shrugged and marched towards the door of the house.
“Wait! I want to be the first inside!” you raced to the door. He took quick strides to beat you, all with a heavy box of kitchen supplies in his hands. “ren no fair! You have longer legs than me!” you pushed him out the way.
He laughed, “I wasn’t getting in there, you had the key princess,” he leaned close while you tried to put the key in the hole, “though I appreciate the compliment.”
That earned him an eye roll. You pushed the black painted door open. It squeaked with a heavy groan. Fading sunlight creeped through the windows, providing you enough natural light to roam around.
“Damn you keep the curtains open, you’ll never have to pay a light bill,” Eren followed your gaze to the wallpapered foyer. It had a grand entrance that then led to stairs and several other dark brown oak doors. The kitchen remained open, with just door trim guiding the walkway. The living room had a door to it. You walked into the kitchen which was closest. Eren the box on the island. The cabinets had the same dark wood as the doors, which added to the old feeling of the home. The wallpaper was the same as the foyer. A light cream color with watercolor green roses. Specks of brown flowed through the paper from the traces of loose rose branches.
All your furniture was in the kitchen already, thanks to the moving company. It wasn’t much but all your furniture had been transferred out of your apartment. So, you had been sleeping in Eren’s spare bedroom, only vacant because his roommate, Jean, had pissed him off. You were excited to sleep in your own bed once again.
You both moved onto the living room. Upon opening that door your eyes widened. Your furniture was straightened out and put together. Only thing untouched was your knick knacks and photos.
“Did the movers clean too? I haven’t seen even one speck of dust and it’s been almost a week since they brought all this stuff,” Eren ran a finger over your glass coffee table.
You slapped his hand off it, “well now it has a greasy fingerprint on it,” you pursed your lips at his boyish grin, “and I don’t know. I’ll have to leave a stellar review! They positioned my furniture for me!”
Eren scratched his arm, “eh—well how’d they know you’d want it that way?” You kept walking to the other side where the downstairs bathroom was. It connected to the main foyer as well, in jack and jill manner.
“Hmm, not sure, I did leave some floor plans with an outline of potential arrangements in one of the boxes, they might’ve found it and been extra nice.” The two of you went around the house, eventually getting upstairs to the bedrooms. It was a four-bedroom home, the main bedroom being yours and you hoped that friends and family could fill the others one day.
Everyone was against you buying such a large house, but it was too beautiful to turn down. You had been saving up for a house for a while, and when this one popped up with such a low payment, you couldn’t resist. It called to you like a siren in the sea. For months you obsessed over it, getting everything in order to be able to get it.
The two of you got up the wooden stairs, they creaked with almost each step. Just another sign of the house’s age. The long hallway had doors on each side of the wall. A brown door was at the very end of the hall. “That’s the door to the third floor, or what the reviews called the attic.” You pointed to it, “it’s one of the reasons why the deal was so good, no one can get the door open.”
“pfft, it’s not steel, just kick it down, or better yet, unscrew the hinges.” He faked kicking a door in.
You rolled your eyes at him once more, but a small smile formed, “it’s basically an attic, not much up there besides dust and cobwebs.” You started towards your room which was one of the first doors to the left, “though if I need extra storage I’ll try.”
“Wonder if there’s a dead body up there,” Eren snickered.
“Eren!” you pushed him, “why would you say that!?”
He fell against the wall, laughing, “c’mon it’s just a joke.” You shot him a glare with your arms crossed, “not a very funny one. Why don’t you go explore or something.”
With a shrug, he went down the opposite side of the hall. The one that housed the study, and washroom along with the hall bathroom. You went into your bedroom. Your furniture was set up in there as well. Your bed, shelves, and dresser were all in the room. Your bed wasn’t made, but you didn’t mind. You glanced in the bathroom, still wanting to explore more later.
Your curiosity nagged at you. It tugged at the sleeves of your brain to try the door at the end of the hallway. With soft steps, as to not alert Eren, you made way to the brown door. It had slightly different paneling. While the rest of the doors were six panel, this one was only four with them being long rectangles. The knob was gold, but it was tarnished with age. You tugged on it, but no budge. You huffed and took a step back. You pushed on the door to no avail. It felt like something was blocking it from the other side. Or someone. Your heart raced. You pressed your ear to the wood, praying you wouldn’t hear anything. Your eyes shot open in. Your face flushed of color. The unmistakable sound. A single breath.
“Boo!”
You screamed louder than you’ve ever scream before. It hurt, your words were lost in the back of your scratchy throat. You mustered a wimpy slap against Eren’s chest. Your other hand clutched your rapid heart. “you fuckin’ asshole.” You croaked. Eren doubled over, clutching his chest with a howl.
“I’m gonna kill you,” you pushed past him.
Eren grabbed your arm, still laughing, barely able to catch your sweater sleeve. “Oh c’mon, you gotta admit I got you good!”
You shook your head, shrugging him off, “you’re such a jerk. Scaring me in my own damn house!” Tears started to brim, and your chest got tight. The slight wobble of your bottom lip was a dead give away.
“Hey,” Eren said softly, “hey I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would freak you out like that.”
You wiped away the stray tear that fell, “I’m just—it’s just a lot. I don’t know why I got such a big house for just me. I guess—I’m just kind of scared.”
“If it makes you feel better, I did promise to stay the night with you. This is your dream house, don’t let anyone take that from you.”
You sniffed with a nod, “can you make me hot chocolate?”
He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, “sure, but I get to pick the movie we watch.”
Your lips quirk, “deal, but nothing too scary, I still have to live here after you leave.”
The night went smoothly and the next morning Eren left. You were truly alone. The emptiness of the house dawned on you quickly. It helped that you were gone most of the day at your job. It sucked that it got dark soon after you’d get home. For the first week, you turned every light in the house on and left them on until you went to bed. Yes, you knew how much that killed your electricity bill. It gave you a sense of comfort. Then soon you had a routine.
If all lights were on, you’d start from the ground up. Living room, kitchen, foyer. You rarely set foot in the den, so you didn’t have to worry about going into that corner of the downstairs. Then you headed upstairs, which was the easiest. You didn’t use the spare rooms or the study, so it was just the hall light. It was tricky though; there were two switches to turn the hall light on. One was near the steps, and the other was closer to the end of the hall, near the 4-panel door. Your room was near the middle. You only used the one near the steps, but the electricity was faulty. Sometimes the light wouldn’t turn on or off. When that happened, the hall light stayed on. The door at the end of the hall froze your arm hairs in place, and sent cool shivers down your spine. You could barely stand looking at it.
“Yes mom, I know,” you tucked your phone under your chin and shoulder while you fumbled with your keys. Finally you opened your door with your hands full of Chinese take out and files from from work. “Yes,” you mumbled. Your eyes couldn’t go back far enough from the lecture you were getting.
“I’m just sayin’ sweetie, it’s not good for a gal to be alone—and in the woods nonetheless.”
You sat your take out on the stove, “it’s not the woods mom, there’s a house less than half a mile away. Sheesh you act like I’m in pure wilderness, it’s only a thirty minute drive to the city,” you put her on speaker, tossing your phone on the counter. Your brows furrowed. The coffee stain from the morning had disappeared.
“Sweetie, are you there?” Your mom questioned.
“Uhh—yeah mom umm let me call you back actually. Love you! Bye!” you hung up. You remembered dropping a splash of coffee on the counter before you left for work. Were you imagining things? You shook your head. You had to be, you could’ve cleaned it during your morning rush out the door. Yeah, that was it, you cleaned it before you left. Right? You sighed and pulled the styrofoam container out of the bag with a smiley face and THANK YOU written three times on the side.
EERRK. Your head snapped up to the ceiling. The creak was heavy, in tandem with a boot. Your heart pounded against your chest. Your mouth suddenly dry and tasting of stale coffee. You waited, ears perched and body unmoving. It didn’t come again. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. “It’s just the house settling,” you took a bottle of wine out the fridge, “nothing to be worried about,” you took a long swig. The cheap liquor burned, “yeah, that’s it, I’m fine!” you chuckled. You gathered your food and the wine and trudged to the living room. You got wine drunk fast. Preemptively falling asleep on your couch.
You woke up with the sudden urge to pee. You threw your blanket off. Wait, where’d the blanket come from? You had to pee too bad to care. Oh that’s right, you had a blanket slumped over the couch. When you’re drunk you barely remember what you’re doing in the moment. You went back to sleep on the couch. You told yourself it was from laziness, but in the back of your mind you were terrified the house wasn’t shifting.
The rest of the week was the same, come home, drink, pass out on the couch. You only went upstairs to take a shower and dress. You came home early on your Friday. It was still light outside, the sun went down slower and left an orange glow. It had been raining all day, so the appearance of the sun made you happy. You spent time in your reading nook upstairs. You drank some tea, even put on some soft music and started on laundry. By time you did all that it was dark. It had also started to storm again.
You planned on sleeping in your bed for the night. Your back was in need of a rest from the couch. You started your routine the same, living room, kitchen—then blitz of lightening blazed in the kitchen window, followed by the roar of heated thunder—killed the power in your home.
Your hands flew to your phone faster than the lightening outside. You pulled up your flashlight, checking your surroundings. You were grateful for the cheap candles you had gotten for a gift one year. You found your lighter in the junk drawer. You lit the candle and left it in the kitchen. That would be your home base while you tried to find your fuse box.
You called Eren, hoping he’d answer, “Hello,” he answered groggily.
“Eren, I’m scared, my lights went off a—and it’s so dark in here”
“Woah, calm down—the storm probably knocked the power out,” there was a long silence, “listen, go to sleep, by time you wake up it’ll be morning and you won’t have to deal with it, okay?”
Your heart dropped, “Eren I’m really scared. The house has been making strange noises and weird shit has been happening. Can you please come over?”
You heard the ruffle of bedsheets, “I’m kind of tied up right now, I’ll be there in the morning I promise. I gotta go,”
“Eren!” you fumed, “you asshole!” you hung up. You could do it for the night. All you had to do was make it through the night.
You crept up the stairs, holding yourself close to the railing. Your eyes immediately darted to the door at the end of the hallway. Sweat made the grip on your phone unsteady. You trembled. The door was open. The dim phone light barely met to the end of the hall, yet you could faintly make out what looked to be clothes. A blood curdling scream ripped from your throat. It came closer and you stepped back once. You kept screaming. You had half the nerve to throw you phone at it, but opted to race down the stairs.
A tragic misstep on the final step sent you faceplanting to the ground. You groaned and turned over on your back.
There was a disapproving grunt and then a man’s voice, “damn brat,”
You passed out. From what? You’re not sure, probably the man in your house during a blackout, but you came to in a large room. You grabbed your surroundings, only to find plush sheets. The lights were dim. It had the same wallpaper as the rest of your home. You squinted, “oww.” You grabbed your head and sat up.
“I wouldn’t do that, you could have a concussion,” the man’s voice from the darkness forced a flinch from you.
Your heart started pounding again, “who are you?” Fear etched you voice with a lace of curiosity. You didn’t feel like you were in immediate danger. There was a sense of relief and calamity. Almost like this was normal.
He stepped into the light, but only a slight shadow was cast from his clothes. Then a picture frame landed in your lap. Hesitantly you picked it up. It was a photograph of a man in what seemed to be his early 30s. He was unsmiling, but with handsome features. Sharp eyebrows that added to his cool gray glare. With short black hair that had an undercut to it.
You traced a finger down his pictured cheek, “you’re beautiful.” There was a short pause before you spoke again, “what happened to you?” your voice was small as if you’d whispered a forbidden secret.
“Tch, you’re a nosy one aren’t ya,” he grumbled.
You sank back into the bed—his bed—that he’d been sleeping on—in your house. “You’re in my house! I think I have a right to ask some questions.”
“Ugh nosy and noisy. Fine, I can’t tell you what or why, only that one day almost five years ago I woke up and was like this.”
“So you aren’t a ghost?” you interrupted.
“Then I—no, I’m just invisible.”
“Was that sarcasm?”
“Did it sound like sarcasm?” You saw his sleeves cross, understanding he was refolding his arms.
You shrugged, “coming from you it did.” All the fear had seemingly drained from your body, “are you always this grumpy?”
His arms tightened and his body turned away from you, “I’m not—grumpy.” His monotone voice carried a sense of annoyance, “besides it’s my house, I sold it, then watched those disgusting pigs fill it with trash. I don’t tolerate filthy behavior, you’re the first not to run away. Are you an idiot or something?”
You chose to ignore his insult, “It was you—you cleaned my spill,” you got off the bed, “did you rearrange my furniture too?”
He scoffed, “couldn’t have you or that dumbass you brought with you scraping the floors.”
You nodded with an agreed shrug. “Does that mean you also put the blanket on me?” It was a dumb question, you knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. You’d taken a liking to his short tone.
“You could catch a cold,” he sat down in the chair in the corner. His legs crossed based on his pants legs folding over the other. He leaned his head on his hands. It was odd. You felt like you could see him. “Don’t make it a habit, I’m not here to babysit a drunk.”
You rolled your eyes, “why are you here then? I mean if you sold the house, why not leave?” Silence filled the spacious room. You took time to look around more. He had his own bathroom, refrigerator, and stove. His own little apartment. Everyone said this floor was just attic space, but the tall triangular ceiling held more.
He remained silent until you crossed the room. “It must’ve been very lonely,” you eyed his antique tea cups on the shelf by his chair.
“You get used to it,” he mumbled. “All my friends are—gone, the house—it’s all I have.”
You stood in front of him and then kneeled down, “you don’t have to be alone anymore,” you smiled and took what you assumed to be his hand, “I can be your friend.”
You were either a complete idiot or lonely yourself to allow a strange invisible man stay in your home with you. You could’ve been pent up from thinking there was a ghost in your house the whole time. Or perhaps you were naive enough to think you wouldn’t fall for him. Though, you found yourself in that exact situation. You gave it a month. You honestly didn’t expect it to happen so soon, but Levi, as you learned, opened up faster than you thought. Just enough for you to find his rough tone to be cute, his teasing remarks were hot when they caught you on a good day, other days you found them to be amusing. He could be amusing even though his quiet demeanor and reserved personality made it hard to connect sometimes.
You think he’d taken a liking to you as well. Keeping the house clean while you’re at work, even reading with you in your reading nook. He spent more time out of the attic, watching movies with you and making you tea. It was nice to have another person in the house.
Eren never came the day after the power outage, not that you needed him to, but he did come over that week. Every time he came over something creepy would happen, something only out of a horror movie, something only Eren would see, but strangely enough you never cared.
“There’s a damn ghost in this house <3 I swear!” Eren hid behind you as you opened your front door. He was damn near on the back of your heel. “Do you not see that shit?”
You hid the smirk that wanted to spread, “the house is fine Eren, stop trying to scare me.”
“Scare you?! Girl! I saw a candle floating at the top of your stairs!” He licked his lips, nervously looking around, “and how the fuck do you explain your microwave turning on when we’re both in the living room?”
You shrugged, “it’s an old house, it does weird things,” you sat your stuff on the hallway table in the foyer.
Eren shook his head, “there’s a damn spirit in here, you need to leave, please, I want you to be safe,” he held your arm.
You smiled at him, grateful that he did care enough to be concerned. You kind of felt bad. You didn’t realize how much Levi disliked Eren, but you found it hilarious that he played with him like that.
You found out just how much he hated him when Eren was begging you to leave the house. It’s like some sort of possession occurred and Levi turned into something akin to an angry spirit.
He followed you into your room after seeing Eren out, “are you seriously going to entertain that?”
You stifled a laugh, “Eren just wants what’s best for me—am I sensing fear?”
“What the hell do I fear?” he huffed.
You crept to him with a smirk, “oh I don’t know, not having me here,” you poked what you thought was his nose.
“That was my eye,” Levi groaned, “and I don’t fear that, because you’re not leaving.”
Your smirk widened, the gap closed, “yeah? Why’s that?”
Levi had a way with his actions more than he did his words. Another thing you learned quickly from the invisible man. Being tossed on your bed out of nowhere had you dripping. It didn’t take long for your clothes to be torn off and him in between your soft legs.
“He’s a fuckin’ dumbass,” he muttered as he slipped a finger into your soaking heat, “can’t even tell the difference between a candle and a candelabra.”
You moaned, head falling back, “h—he means well.”
“Calling me a damn ghost, a ghost couldn’t touch you like this,” he kissed the inside of your thigh. It was odd feeling his lips against your skin. You couldn’t see him, couldn’t see his pale pink lips ghosting over your soaked core, or see his two fingers dipping into you, “stop defending him,” he smacked your thigh.
You could only imagine his gray eyes raking over your body, how his face scrunched in irritation. It was frustrating, not being able to see his beauty, “focus on me, on my touch,” his voice cut through your thoughts. Like he was in your head, he latched his mouth to your folds. You cried out, fisting your pillow, “o-ooh,”
His mouth was skilled, his tongue took the place of his fingers, lapping your juices into his mouth. You didn’t expect him to be so messy, but he went deep, his nose bumped your clit. Little whimpers fell from your lips as your climax built. He pulled back slightly, just to spit on your cunt, “’s good,” then he was back to his feast.
He grabbed your hand and placed it on top of his head. His hair was soft between your fingers, and you tugged hard on the invisible strands, “oh shh—shit p-please,” you chanted. He groaned against your pussy, swinging his face back and forth over it. You came with a harsh tug to his hair and a chant of his name.
“You’re so perfect cumming on my face,” he detached his face from you. Slick covered his see-through skin. You could almost make out lips and his nose. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. He sat on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. “Can you give me another?”
You nodded breathlessly, “yes,” you pinched your nipple between your fingers. You watched as he undressed himself until you couldn’t see him anymore. His clothes defined him, they told you where he was, his height, his physique. Everything you knew that he didn’t tell you, came from his clothes. Now he was naked and suddenly you were too.
The bed dipped, “hey, I’m right here,” his voice in your ear made you jump, “here, feel me,” he grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest. You felt his heartbeat and relaxed. He grabbed your other hand and placed it on his face.
“Kiss me,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his lip, fumbling a bit to find it. He kissed your thumb and suddenly he was pressing his lips to yours. You wrapped your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. You gasped when you felt his dick brush against your thigh. You could only feel where he was going next. He left open mouth kisses along your neck down to your collarbone.
Two fingers dipped into you again, pulling more slick from you. “Wait!” your cheeks heated up.
Levi stopped, “what’s wrong?” he caressed your face.
You turned away, “I—how big is your dick?” you covered your face.
There was a long pause and then a rare chuckle, “you want to know if it’ll fit?” You gave a timid nod. Levi grazed the head of his cock against your puffy folds. Slowly he sank in just the tip. It was jaw dropping girthy. “Guess,” he whispered. Inch by inch he stuffed you until you were at the base.
Your mind went into a haze, eyes lazer focused on the way you gaped around him. You bet if you were in front of a mirror you could see just how deep he penetrated you. “s—six?” you shook your head, it was more than that. The stretch was unfathomable. “No it’s—oh fuck—seven.”
You couldn’t guess properly, not with the way he snapped into you like he wanted you to feel him for days. Your breast jiggled by the sheer force of his thrust. They were sloppy, pent up, and dangerous.
“Shit, feel ‘s good,” he groaned. Your cream built up around the base of him. Squelch squelch squelch filled the room. You were a sight. Spread open, tongue out like a dog in heat, with seemingly nothing between your legs.
The pleasure possessed you with the way your eyes rolled and your back arched from your bed sheets. “L—Levi!” you reached your hand out; you found his cheek with surprising ease. He kissed your palm, slowing his pace just a bit.
“so perfect--you’re beautiful,” he slightly pulled out, breathless, shiny slick outlined his dick, “want to be yours,” he snapped his hips back into you.
You whined, scrambling to hold onto him again. He pounded into you faster, not caring about the plap of your skin clashing or the way your cream splashed on his lower abdomen. “yes—fuck yes!”
“Fuck—pussy feels like heaven,” He pushed your legs up higher.
“ngh! Uh—uhh—hmmm I’m gonna cum! Levi!” you cried.
His thumb rubbed furiously over your clit. Your cunt clenched wildly around him, sucking him deep in you wet spongy walls. Your eyes rolled back, and you clawed at his invisible back. You wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing the marks you made on him.
He groaned with vicious thrust, “gonna make you mine, make you take this shit, fuck—take it—take it like a good girl,” he groaned. His hips jerked violently, spilling inside you with a rough moan. He stayed there a moment, and you watched your cum coat his cock, seeing some of your pussy twitching around him.
“I’m going to pull out,” Levi announced. You nodded, hissing as you lost the stretch of him. “Let me get you cleaned up.” He left and came back. You gasped when he picked you up.
“Oh a bath?” you shivered when your feet touched the cold tiles.
“Yes, we’re filthy, now get in the tub,” you felt a hand on the top of your head.
You both washed up, eventually finding your way back to the spare room with clean sheets. You laid on his chest, while he stroked your back. “Yes,” you whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Yes, I’ll be yours,” you chuckled.
“Good, I thought so,” he cleared his throat.
You rolled your eyes, “oh shut up, I bet you’re blushing right now,” you waited for his come back, “aha! I knew it, you’re just a softy!”
He pulled you up for a kiss, “shut up,” he mumbled against your lips.
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