having sex for the first time with levi, or “captain, you’re crazy.”
she expected silk sheets and candlelight. okay. not literally, but you know. some kind of restrained elegance. that was his thing, right? controlled. neat. maybe a single grunt while they fumbled under the covers, a sigh here and there, something efficient and tidy. that’s what she had mentally prepared for.
which is why when levi ackerman took her upstairs that night, kissed her with the kind of pressure that made her knees give out, she was already a little confused. and when he shoved her into the mattress with a hand on her jaw, looked her straight in the eye and said, “you think i’d be gentle with you?”
she started to panic. “um.” she blinked. “i mean. i just thought you’d be… like, efficient about it?”
levi tilted his head like a predator who’d just been challenged by a bunny rabbit. “efficient,” he repeated flatly. his knee slid between her thighs, pressing up. “i’ve been thinking about fucking you for months. i’ve imagined this more times than i can count. efficient is the last thing this is going to be.”
she opened her mouth to respond and then he bit her. not hard of course. a filthy kind of possessive press of teeth that made her whole body jolt.
“levi—!” she gasped, trying to push him off. but his hands were already under her thighs, pulling her down the bed like a ragdoll. her giggles turned into a shriek. “okay! wait! i was wrong—maybe i was wrong about you—”
he yanked her shorts off in one fluid motion. “you talk too much.”
“that’s rich coming from you—holyshit—”
because now he was biting again, dragging his teeth down the meat of her thigh like he wanted to eat her. and when his mouth finally dipped between her legs she screamed. unironically. dramatically.
she threw an arm over her eyes and shrieked, “i am not emotionally prepared for this—”
he didn’t stop when he growled into her cunt like it pissed him off she hadn’t already come. tongue fast and filthy. fingers gripping her hips like he was ready to break them if she tried to squirm away. which she did, repeatedly. she literally tried to crawl up the bed.
“nope,” he muttered, yanking her right back by the waist. “you’re staying right here.”
“levi! baby—! i’m not ready for this level of feral! i thought you were gonna be polite—”
“i am being polite,” he growled, looking up at her with his mouth soaked, his pupils gone. “i haven’t fucked you yet, have i?”
then he went back to devouring her. by the time he actually got his cock inside her, she was already wrecked. face flushed, hair wild, legs trembling. she was babbling nonsense, trying to be funny but just gasping too much to land the jokes.
“you’re so hot when you’re scary,” she panted, blinking up at him like she couldn’t believe her own life choices.
he slid in slowly, smirking down at her like a devil with perfect posture. “oh?” he said gravelly. “still think i’m the quiet type?”
she whimpered, and full-body twitched when he bottomed out.
“fuck, you feel too good,” he hissed. “you’re lucky i even lasted this long.”
“you didn’t—! we haven’t even—”
he started moving. no, he was owning you with deep, punishing thrusts that made the entire bed shake. the kind of rhythm that knocked the air out of her lungs. and when she tried to crawl away again, because holy shit, he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her back down with a grunt.
“stop saying cool shit while you’re ruining me—”
he laughed (actually laughed). then wrapped a hand around her throat and said, “mine.”
she came. on the spot. screamed like she was being murdered. levi kept going.
it wasn’t gentle. it was definitely not quiet. and nothing like she expected. it was messy and loud. he fucked her through two orgasms, muttering filth in her ear like he was finally letting years of self-control die. bit her shoulder. growled when she clenched around him. called her his. said “you have no idea what you do to me” with the kind of voice that should be illegal. when she begged, no pleaded for him to slow down? he just kissed her forehead and whispered, “one more.”
which was a big fat lie. it was three.
afterward, she was draped across him, twitching like a short-circuited machine, mumbling “i hate you” into his chest. levi was stroking her hair, perfectly calm now, pressing kisses to her damp forehead like he hadn’t just rearranged her entire life.
“you okay?” he asked, dry.
“no,” she groaned. “you made me see god. and not even the nice one. the old testament one.”
he snorted. “still think i’d be quiet?”
she glared at him. tried to lift her arm to swat him maybe. “you’re a menace.”
“i beg for baked potatoes too. doesn’t mean i should get them railed through my soul.”
he smiled and pulled her closer. “get some rest, sweetheart,” he said, soft again. “we’re doing that again in the morning.”
she whimpered and maybe cried a little.
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