Please, Please, Please | Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader
Summary: If there was one thing everybody could agree on, it was that Levi was an attractive man. A sharp jawline, strong arms that could lift weights that others found impossible, and a body that looked like it was sculpted by a higher power. Pair that with the uniform he wore that day? Who could blame you for finding a way to have him all to yourself?
Genre: Smut.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, unprotected piv, (kind of) uniform kink, captain kink, begging, they do it against the wall, dom!Levi, petnames, Levi calls reader a brat (it’s his term of endearment, really).
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: I am so behind on these. I’m so sorry I couldn’t finish kinktober, but I’m going to finish all the fics this month (hopefully) so I suppose this is Kinkvember now lol. Anyways, this is my first time writing for Levi, so please excuse anything that might feel a little off. I’m still getting the hang of his character. I hope you all like this! (Thank you to @millermouth for helping me with the title! Love you 💜)
Day four of Kink-ber.
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You barely had time to register what was happening before you were pressed against the wall. Your mind was cloudy, your train of thought blown off the tracks by the feeling of lips against yours, warm and soft and desperate. The chill of the wall against your back was a stark contrast to the heat of the body pinning you to it, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart thumped against your ribcage in anticipation, your back arching slightly, wanting, needing, craving more.
“Hmm,” came the first sign of verbal acknowledgement of what was happening between you from the man who’d so graciously given in to your requests mere minutes prior, “so damn impatient.”
It all started because of a uniform. Yes, a simple uniform.
The higher-ups in the Military Police were throwing some type of event you couldn’t care less about. You’d been obligated to attend because of your status as a soldier in the Survey Corps, and you’d begrudgingly donned yourself in your uniform and dragged yourself to the party that was an excuse for soldiers to get drunk and pretend like everything was fine. While you could acknowledge the benefits of letting loose for the evening, about taking it as an opportunity to unwind, you just didn’t see the appeal in sucking up to people you didn’t know all night simply because for once, they decided the Scouts were worthy enough to attend such an event.
That is, until you saw him.
While you’d been mingling with some of the younger soldiers within the Scouts—Sasha and Connie—you’d spotted him entering the room, his familiar scowl hard to miss, even in a crowd of about one hundred guests. He, too, was wearing his uniform, but up until that point, you hadn’t seen him in that particular uniform before, and you were practically salivating at the sight. The attire hugged him just right, somehow making him look even more handsome, and you knew you weren’t going to last the whole evening with him looking like that.
Your mind had raced at a thousand kilometers a minute, trying to think of any way you could get Levi to leave early with you so that you could have him all to yourself. It was no secret anymore that you and the captain were in a relationship, but you also didn’t want all your superiors and the younger recruits to know that you stole him away to have sex, and you knew Levi wouldn’t be too fond of that either. So you had to tread lightly.
Your plan had been relatively simple. Get close to Levi—he was your partner, so wanting to be with him wouldn’t be suspicious—get him to a point where he’d want to leave with you and then bask in the fruits of your labour with the sweet, sweet feeling of his body against yours. However, Levi hadn’t taken the bait that easily. Every whispered compliment of how he looked in his uniform, every dirty innuendo of him fucking you in said uniform and every outright declaration of need had been met with hums of acknowledgement and quiet promises of taking care of you later that evening, but you’d been insistent, slowly but surely getting him worked up to the point where he waited for the right opportunity to slip away and drag you with him, the two of you disappearing into an empty supply closet that was dimly illuminated with a lit lamp in the corner.
Which brought you to the present, with your legs wrapped around his waist, pressed up against the wall, Levi’s lips dragging across your jaw to your collarbone. Both of you were bare from the waist down, having haphazardly stepped out of your trousers mere moments before he’s pinned you against the wall. If you shifted your hips just right, you could—
Before you could finish that thought, Levi pulled back to gaze at you, panting, his breathing uneven. “All this because of my uniform?”
You could have laughed at how ridiculous it sounded voiced out loud. “You look hot,” you said matter-of-factly.
“Tch.” Levi rolled his eyes, but you could see the faint blush that coloured his cheekbones at the compliment. “You’re something else.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, one that was all teeth and tongue and a silent plea for more.
The kiss ended too soon for your liking. Levi broke away, and he breathed a sigh through his nose when you rolled your hips against his, silently asking him to hurry on up. He was grateful that you both had already stepped out of your trousers because at least he wouldn’t have to fumble with two layers separating you.
Levi was already rock hard, his dick pressed against your thigh, begging for the friction needed for release. And you’d been so damn insistent on getting him alone for this exact reason, so he was going to have some fun with it. Two could play at that teasing game you’d been playing with him all evening.
With careful precision, Levi leaned his tip up with your entrance, your arousal coating it instantly, and he exhaled at the sight. It was hot, and Levi would be lying to himself if he said otherwise. Then, slowly, almost torturously so, he pushed in, filling you inch by delicious inch. You gasped at the stretch, your fingers threading through his hair as he moved, your eyes screwed shut at the feeling.
When he fully bottomed out inside you, his forehead fell to your shoulder for a second, giving you a moment to adjust. There wasn’t time for any prep work, so he knew you’d need a little more time than usual to get used to the feeling.
When you were ready for him to get going, you were sure to make it known, your hands falling to his shoulders and your lips finding his jaw, your teeth grazing his skin.
“Shit,” Levi hissed through his teeth, his eyes screwed shut as you clamped down around him. However, when you tried to move—whilst failing to do so due to the firm grip he had on you—a chuckle filled the air between you, his eyelids fluttering open and his eyes—grey like a the clouds on a stormy day—meeting yours in the dimly lit room. “Eager, huh?”
You whined—actually whined—and Levi had to refrain from the urge to give in, to give you exactly what you wanted. “Levi, come on, I—”
“No.” A small, satisfied smirk played at the corners of the captain’s lips, his usually stoic, unreadable demeanour nowhere to be found and instead replaced with downright cockiness, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t doing a number of things to you. “You wanted to be an impatient brat, so now you have to earn it.”
You gasped when he moved his hips the slightest bit, the sound filling the space—or rather, lack thereof—between you, your breaths intermingling with the other’s. His lips hovered over yours, a hair’s breadth away from brushing together. However, he didn’t move, didn’t give you any indication that his resolve was slipping, even with something as simple as a quick peck. He was going to make you beg, and the dangerous glint in his eyes sent white hot pleasure down to your core.
You waited for a few seconds, but when he made no move to do anything, you huffed quietly. “Are you serious?” you managed to get out, your breathing heavy and your mind tiptoeing between reality and that state of bliss that was so close, yet still so far.
Levi moved slowly, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to your jaw, to your cheek, up to the sweet spot beneath your ear and chuckling when you inhaled sharply, before settling there. He exhaled softly, the air ticklish and sending shivers down your spine.
“When am I ever not?” Levi whispered into your ear, that rich baritone in his voice dropping several octaves lower than usual, and fuck, it was downright sexy. “You want me to move? Work for it.”
“Fuck you.” Your words held no real heat, and Levi knew that. Of course he knew that. Sometimes you swore he knew you better than you knew yourself.
“I just said you have to work for it,” he countered smugly, shifting his hips a little bit, eliciting a moan from you.
You tried to remain defiant. You didn’t want to give in that easily. Some part of your brain reasoned that if you refused to give in to what he wanted, he’d come around, and you could claim the victory—playfully, of course—once you both were done.
However, Levi saw through your plan instantly.
“Trying to be stubborn, huh?” You turned your head to avoid his gaze, but Levi was having none of that. “Oi, did I say you could look away?” He adjusted his grip on you again. “Look at me, brat.”
Levi’s commanding tone sent white-hot fire right down to your core, making you clench down around him again and successfully drawing a groan from him. You looked at him, and you gasped at the glint in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour you, but his stubbornness, his craving to hear you beg for it, reigned him in. He was not going to give in unless you gave him what he wanted.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Levi urged, a quiet but undeniable strain in his voice. “Beg for it.”
It was embarrassing how easily your resolve dissolved into nothing. However, pride be damned, you needed him to move.
“Please,” you finally managed to get out, being rewarded by the faintest shift of Levi’s hips, although you already knew that wouldn’t be enough to get him to move. “Please, Captain.”
At the use of his title, Levi’s eyes darkened even more, if that was even humanly possible. Despite how often he seemed to be indifferent to the use of his rank, it always, without fail, got a rise out of him in more nefarious situations; situations only you ever got to be part of.
“Fuck,” Levi swore through gritted teeth. “Please what? Use your words.”
“Please, Captain, I want you to fuck me,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his clothed shoulder as he pulled out and thrust back in just once, your toes curling at the sensation. “Please, please. Please.”
His willpower finally evaporated. He nodded once—to himself or you, you weren’t completely sure—and finally, finally began to move.
He set a fast, delicious pace, determined to make you feel good but realizing that he was racing against the clock. He’d wasted precious time by making you beg—though he had no regrets—and he was sure that Hange was already putting the pieces together because they were annoyingly perceptive. And it was only a matter of time before the other brats questioned where you both went as well, and he did not want to explain his whereabouts to a bunch of nosy teenagers.
“Shit!” Your head fell back with a quiet thunk, your eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. “Levi…fuck!”
Your moan echoed off the walls of the cramped closet, and whilst your moans were like music to Levi’s ears, he was acutely aware of the fact that the walls were by no means soundproof. Adjusting his hold on you—his enchanted strength sure came in handy in these situations—he clamped a hand over your mouth, effectively muffling the sounds that still spilled past your lips.
“You need to keep quiet,” he hissed, though his thrusts didn’t let up. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would you?” Though you whimpered against his hand, you shook your head, and Levi’s lips quirked up into a faint smile. “Didn’t think so.”
Levi moved his hips a little differently, and the new angle had him hitting that one sweet spot inside of you, making you gasp and gently bite down on the skin of his palm. A low groan vibrated deep in Levi’s chest, his eyes flickering to yours, his gaze intense.
“There it is. Found it.” Thrust. “Fuck.” Another thrust. “You feel—shit.” Another thrust. “Feel so good.”
You could feel the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. It never failed to amaze you how quickly Levi could bring you to that edge, although by now, he knew your body so well that it shouldn’t come as such a surprise. He knew exactly which buttons to push, what angles made you moan and what angles made you scream his name. Levi knew your body like the back of his hand, and that knowledge came in handy for things like this.
Your walls fluttered around his cock, and Levi clenched his jaw to refrain from moaning. “You’re close.” It wasn’t a question—it was a statement. “Be quiet.” Removing his hand from your mouth, he slid it down between your bodies, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves, firm and precise, and you could barely contain the whimper at the fiery sensation that shot through you.
“Levi, I—”
“I know.” His thrusts grew more desperate, a little sloppy, and you knew he was so close to his own release as well. “Let go for me.”
Let go you did.
You dropped your head to his shoulder, muffling the cry of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, pure, unadulterated bliss pulling you under its current and you didn’t want to fight to get back to the surface. Your mind was cloudy, stars making up ninety percent of your vision, your body feeling like it was floating away into the sky.
Levi was close behind you. With one final pump, he buried himself to the hilt, his release spilling deep inside. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving at the exertion, a shiver running down his spine as he succumbed to the feeling of satisfaction, his head resting against yours that was still rooted to his shoulder.
For what felt like hours but was realistically only a couple of minutes, neither of you moved. You both basked in the moment, catching your breaths and fighting to compose yourselves before making a move. Then, carefully, Levi pulled back, and you winced at the oversensitivity whilst simultaneously mourning the loss of feeling so full, before he slowly released his grip on you, helping you stand, although your legs were wobbly for a moment.
“Okay?” There were so many questions in that one word; are you okay to stand? Did he hurt you? Do you feel alright?
You smiled at him. “I’m okay.”
He nodded. “Stand still.” Levi quickly re-dressed the lower half of his body, before grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and gently beginning to clean you, ever mindful of the sensitivity. “So damn filthy…” you heard him murmur under his breath, and you laughed at that.
“Feels good though,” you countered, bracing yourself against his shoulders as he worked meticulously, ensuring he didn’t miss a single spot.
“Mhm.”
From outside, you could vaguely hear the distinct sound of the party goers conversing with one another, reminding you that you weren’t alone. “We should probably rejoin society soon.”
You heard Levi mutter “fuck society”, and you laughed again, seeing the way he smiled just barely. It was a beautiful sight.
Levi Ackerman was a beautiful man, and you were insanely lucky that you got to call him yours.
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