Imagine that you and Levi were close friends, and you decided to go comfort him after Petra died, because you knew that he felt like it was his job to protect her and he failed. You tentatively open the door to his room, and see him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. You close the door to alert him to your presence, but he doesn’t stir. You slowly make your way over to him and kneel down in front of him.
You try to remove his hands from his face but they don’t budge. You sense that’s a sign that Levi is telling you to turn around while he cleans himself up. You may be close friends, but he never lets anyone see him like this, no matter what. You move to the corner of the room and close your eyes, and you hear him get up and go to the bathroom. The sink turns on and you hear water splashing, and you make the assumption that he’s washing his face. As soon as the water stops you open your eyes, and walk over to him as he comes out of the bathroom. He looks at you, but his eyes are dark and it seems like he’s not really seeing you. Suddenly, you’re pushed up against the wall and he’s kissing your neck. You let out a slight squeak, and almost go to push him off, but you realize that he needs this, and you want this. You decide to let him do whatever he wants with you. You take his hand and go over to the bed, and he pushes you down and gets on top of you. He takes his time talking of your uniform, dragging his fingers along your skin, his tongue finding every crevice on your body. When he finally goes inside of you, he starts slow, gradually building up speed. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, burying your face in his shoulder to hide your moans. You start to shake, and feeling that, Levi moves his hips faster and faster until you’re done. He flops down next to you and eventually falls asleep, and you crawl over him, knowing he won’t want to see you the next morning. Your legs are jelly as they touch the floor and you almost fall, but you regain your balance and clothe yourself. Stealing one last glance at him, you leave, gently closing the door behind you.
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