Congratulations on 1k followers! I request soft sex with canon verse Levi
i didn’t know which starter you meant specifically, so i just chose one<3: “I want to taste you.” I hope you enjoy san
secretly based on this post by @bibblelevi tbh
content/warnings: everyone is a switch, spitting, overstimulation, crying (dacryphilia), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, light mentions of depression at the beginning, dumbification, praise°radation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), some impact play
wc: ~2.9k
Levi, at the best of times, will only “admit” that something is wrong with his more obvious tells.
Tonight, when you suggested you have a cup of tea over paperwork, he silently brewed a pot, and silently returned your empty cups to the kitchen afterwards without asking if you wanted more.
For all that time, he remained so lost in his own mind that it took a few tries of his name to answer. Multiple times, you caught him rubbing the bridge of his nose, nursing a headache.
You catch him in the doorway to your shared bedroom now, his harness and jacket removed, but nothing else: a sign he plans to rest in his chair tonight instead of your bed.
You pout. “By the way you’ve been acting, I thought the last thing you’d want is back pain.”
“I haven’t been acting like anything,” he argues. No hesitation.
“So your back doesn’t hurt?”
“It’s—” His eyes dart away while he finds the word. “—manageable.”
You frown. While you can tell he’s waiting for you to move out of his way, a glare beginning to mark that worry line between his brow, you don’t.
“I could still give you a massage to help with that.”
“I had a good day,” he replies bluntly. “So if some pathetic back pain isn’t manageable, something else would’ve killed me already. Move.”
That stings. No. You refuse to be pushed away when something’s clearly wrong.
You plant both your hands down on the doorway to block his path. “I don't think you’d be trying to joke about death if you had a good day.”
He shrugs his jacket higher over his arm, glares harder. As if he could move you aside with his eyes.
“Levi,” you sigh, more gentle. “I’m not moving unless you make me move.”
And you both know how easy that would be for him to do.
“…Good things happened,” he acquiesces after a short sigh. Then, for the first time, he actually looks at you, eyes dull and tired, and you figure out the problem. When the cause of a shitty day is unexplainable—when, by all accounts, things went well—shitty days with a reason seem better in comparison.
“But, you feel like the opposite,” you guess.
He rubs the bridge of his nose once more, jaw tightening with irritation. “Should’ve expected this.”
“I want to help you.”
“How do you solve a problem when there’s no fucking cause for it?” he snaps.
He sees the flash of surprise on your face after that sudden explosion, and stammers. His leathers swish as he protectively pins his arm across his middle.
“Look, this is pointless. So I’m leaving.”
“Levi, please.”
“Move.”
You stay right where you are, nor does Levi make any movement to push past you. A stalemate.
“You’re right,” you compromise. “It’s kind of impossible to solve a problem that doesn’t have a cause, so forget about that.”
You take a step or two until you’re standing directly underneath the doorway, and touch his shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“Wow,” you murmur. “You’re really tense.”
With nimble fingertips, you begin to rub into the hard muscles, just a little, and he hisses through his teeth. His shoulders drop.
“Don’t worry about solutions. Just tell me what you think will make you feel better.”
A heavy swallow. Even in his face you see his resolve wavering. By the way his eyes flutter closed and his utter failure to push you away, you know it’s been bad.
“Levi, baby…”
It’s ridiculously easy to get him to submit.
“I...” A blush rises to his cheeks. “What, you want something specific?”
“Not really.”
Just briefly, you stop massaging to take his uniform jacket over your own arm before they land on his shoulderblades. He shudders.
Gazing into his eyes, you see that he’s still lost. “Give me one thing, and I’ll take care of the rest. It’s not your job to worry about me making you feel better.”
His adam’s apple visibly bobs when he swallows. Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a soft grunt as you work your massage higher up his lean shoulders.
“What do you want, honey?”
His lips move soundlessly before his hands come up for support from your waist. “…Y-You.”
You nibble on the inside of your cheek. When you press your foreheads together, his eyes flutter shut.
“Me?”
“Is that specific enough?”
You kiss his lips, humming faintly. They’re a little dry, which you remedy with a slow swipe of your tongue.
The slow sigh that results shakes, so you tilt your head and lay your hand on his jaw, guiding him. Just like that, he’s putty in your hands.
You pull away first, something stirring in you by the way he licks his lips. That blush is deeper now.
“Do you have anything more specific in mind?” you ask.
He blinks slowly, something he tends to do when he needs to think (given he has the privilage of time to do so).
“Take your time.” You kiss below his jaw.
His chest rises. “I want to taste you,” he whispers into your hairline. “I want...”
A distraction, and a damn good one; to make you feel good in order to not feel the guilt of taking your attention.
He can’t bring himself to say anything to that effect out loud, but you seem to understand.
Heat stirs below your waist. “I’d love that,” you breathe, and as you speak, you slide his hands up underneath your top, caressing warm skin.
He follows your lead, sighs around the warm squeeze of your soft tits. A firm flick has you humming shakily.
Again, your lips glide softly together. He wants it slow.
His warm lips follow up your jaw until his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “Take this off.”
Shivers take you over as your hands fall around your waist. He pulls you on unsteady legs to the bed, the mattress springs whining as you drop onto your back.
Levi follows right after you to peel your pants away. He has the patience to toss them aside in something resembling neatness, but not to move right onto the delicate hems of your panties.
“Panties, too,” he grunts. “You’ll get them dirty, if they haven’t already.”
With a good-natured huff you roll your eyes—to play off the fact that he’s right, your panties are a little dark between your thighs, wet.
“Knew it.” The tiniest quirk has his lips as he yanks those right off too.
Your legs reflectively shut as your cunt is exposed to the balmy air, only for him to spread them apart and shuffle until the bottoms of your thighs touch the tops of his.
Your eyes pop wide in surprise as he sighs softly between kisses that trail down from the between your breasts. His touch is firm, but fleeting.
You ruffle his hair. “Not even gonna tease me?”
He doesn’t have the patience to say anything. You’re shot nothing but an annoyed glance before your thighs are abruptly spread wide and flat. He gets comfortable on his belly and ducks down to coat the long line between your thigh and pelvis with his tongue.
“Levi,” you whisper. “Please.”
“No matter what I do, you’re gonna get wet. And I don’t feel like working for it.”
“But... How can I make it better for you?”
Levi gets off on teasing you, that’s no secret.
“You keep your legs open, and come on my tongue,” he speaks into the fat of your thigh, smearing open-mouthed kisses further and further up. “You can never be patient, huh?”
Your thighs twitch involuntarily as he sinks his teeth in, then jerk. Practiced fingertips swim through your slit, then smear your sticky cum all over your clit.
You gasp, fucking up towards his face. Fuck, it’s been a while.
He was right: No matter what he does. “‘kay, fuck, anything you want.”
Soft blue-greys, more silvery by the light of a lone lantern, flicker up towards you. “Is that not what you had in mind?”
You underestimated how shitty he has been feeling. If Levi doesn’t want to tease, if he can still be doubting himself while you’re squirming above him, he must be feeling bad—much more than he let on.
“Please,” you reassure. “You’re perfect.”
A heavy sigh, more like a groan, vibrates your lip, where his tongue follows up and up.
Little gasps hitch up in your throat. Your hips twitch in the direction of his mouth, begging wordlessly.
Clearly he meant what he said, proven when his heavy tongue drags through your slit. He moans.
“Oh, fuck!” you whine, thighs jerking shut—or trying. You didn’t expect that.
A breathy sigh sinks into a low groan. You forget, you’ve both been so busy that it’s been too long for him, too.
Levi, somehow, always finds the patience to take his sweet time. The muscles of his forearm draw taut over your thigh, the other spreading your cunt wide open leaves your hole quivering around air.
With each eager push of his tongue through your pussy, narrowly avoiding your swollen clit, your hole drools more and more for him.
More.
You lie gaping up at the ceiling, overtaken by shivers, by his hot, seeking tongue—“Lev’, more!”
Your hips roll with his tongue that briskly sweeps up and down until your heavy breaths grow into panting. “L-Lick my clit, fucking, please.”
His swift licking doesn’t acquiesce. Before you can help it, your thighs are working to squeeze his head, pinning his ears, and he actually whines. Strained, wanting.
“Ah. Really want me to suffocate you?”
His nose glistens as he looks up and asks back, “Really wanna keep asking me stupid fucking questions?”
That tone, he uses to order his men around—it makes you want to fall down to your knees. You’d do anything to hear him whine like that again. Your clit throbs.
You don’t answer fast enough, and Levi doesn’t wait to squirm backwards, pop open his collar, and lay your thigh flat.
He pins it down using his elbow, and with two thumbs, he spreads your pussy open again. His flat tongue licks a long, wide stripe from your twitching hole to your clit.
Your cry breaks the air. “Right there!”
You don’t see him squirming, you only feel three fingers rapidly tugging down on your clit so you cry out for him again.
Then, fucking finally, his searing mouth falls down around the source of your ache and begins to suckle. A moan is forced from you.
Your thighs all but close around his head. If he wants you to suffocate him, you will, and if he wants your cum on his tongue, your hand will fly down to his hair to encourage him to take it.
The instant you take a fistful and tug, a louder moan vibrates your twitching clit.
“Fuck,” you whimper. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”
With the flat of his tongue, he rubs slow and purposeful, massaging.
“F-Faster.”
On cue, his tongue swirls around and around, becoming more frantic. It’s like all he wants to do is make you feel good, nothing else.
“That’s a good boy,” you say shakily, only for your voice to crack at the urgency he then pushes between your legs, shoving your head further up on the pillows.
Your climax rises in you, but your panting isn’t as loud as the squelching noises as he devours your cunt.
“Fuck,” he mumbles into your swollen clit. His tongue flits down and circles your rim, eyes tightly shut as you force his head down. “Th-Think I’m…”
You don’t hear him. “Getting close,” you warn, surprise lacing your tone. “Holy shit, p-perfect fucking mouth Levi, fuck.”
Your hips practically use his mouth for a fucktoy, but he gives you more, licking turning frantic. Your back begins to lift, and his fingers haven’t even dipped into your pussy yet.
You moan, "Gods, don't stop, d-don't—" you toss your head back, “fucking good boy, fuck!”
Your loud moan hits the air on as you fly over a high edge. A loud slurping sound can be heard before his raspy groan vibrates your clit, making you come so much harder, making you see stars.
You ride out the waves on his tongue. If your head wasn’t thrown back, blindly fucking up into his perfect mouth, you’s see his hips rolling into the mattress in the exact same way.
The sparks ebb away slowly, not that Levi is stopping. He’a barely slowing.
You twitch, which dissolves into full squirming. You’re only forced to peal open your eyes when two fingers easily bury into your spasming hole. They slide against your walls, over that spot, in quick thrusts, just when you thought you were calming down.
“Fuck!” you squeak, softly thrashing. The second one is always more intense that that first, and it’s washing over you strong.
“Gonna come again,” you whimper. “Gonna, gonna—”
You cum again, much harder than the first time. He has to pry your stubborn thigh back so you can enjoy it.
Now, your cunt meekly throbs. Levi’s tongue is fucking searing.
“Please!” Your chest wracks with a dry sob. Hell if you know what you’re even begging for. “L-Levi.”
The deep red blush all over his face seems almost shiny thanks to your cum. His eyes are half-lidded—are they even open?—once he finally pulls away from your used pussy. Again his hips shift, pressed to mattress, and his eyes flutter. He’s getting off on this.
You don’t have the mind right now to process that Levi came from eating your pussy alone. Instead your head falls back, whimpering from the heavy twitching, oversensitive.
Light panting puffs your slick inner thigh—his stamina is never not insane to you—before his tongue darts out and laps it up.
“Ngh.” Levi grunts from your sudden pull on his hair. Just like that, three fingers slide into your cunt with less than no resistance. You suck them in eagerly despite trying to shy away.
His fingers struggle to curl. “Greedy. Just anything gets you off, huh. What a good whore.”
His point his proven when your whine rises into a wail as he struggles to bully in a fourth finger into your rapidly fluttering cunt.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Y-Ye—Ah, uh-huh.”
“Hah.”
A special desperation laces the whining noise high in his throat. He gives up on fitting in a fourth so his tongue can slit in beside the others instead.
“Lev’!” you shriek. “Fuck, I saw you, did you c-come like this?”
He grunts non-commitally, tongue probing deeper. Heavy heat licks pelts your walls.
Tears bleed onto your lashes. Your eyes shut, and they pour over. “‘m not a whore, you are.”
A visible shiver wracks his body.
Arousal turns over your belly. It’ll be a while before you can come again, so you should indulge him (as much as you can think to, at least).
“Being such a good boy, makin’ me feel so good. My good boy.”
He moans loudly, eyes squeezed shut. His arm is practically clinging to your shaking thigh.
“Am I making you feel better?”
His glazed eyes flutter before his mouth pulls off. Your hand, previously, clenched in the sheets, is dragged to your clit. He give it a tap, and your hips jump.
“Is it too much, sweetheart?” he coos softly, guiding your palm up and down.
Your head flails over the pillows as searing pleasure wracks you. “Yes.”
But you let him use you.
“Too bad,” he grunts. “Keep touching yourself.”
Whimpering, you bend to his will. Far away, you feel the mattress dip beside your head; you think he grabs a pillow.
“Keep going, sweetness,” he says, too softly to make it an order. “You’re gonna gush for me.”
He leaves no room for debate.
You weep up at the ceiling, barely hearing. A hand smears tears off your cheek, beckoning your attention towards him. Your cum glistens his nose, his shiny lips, his chin.
“Remember to use your colors.”
You don’t hear his words, just his rough rasp in that same ordering tone.
He gives your cheek a light slap, then your tit. “You better be fucking listening.”
Your hips jump up. “Uh-huh! I am I am.”
“What a good girl.” Levi leans back and shoves his trousers down to his knees. When those are done away with, sticky white cum cakes his thighs in places. His wet cock is still half-hard.
You start craving your fingers.
“Honey,” you cry softly. “‘m I making you feel better?”
That same pillow is laid long-ways between his round thighs. His hand runs down yours, once again guiding your slippery palm. “Yeah. ‘Course you are.”
He shuffles back down again and presses a trail of quick, sticky kisses until his tongue lathering your slit, licking around your fingers.
“Oh my god, fuck!”
Levi grunts. His head lifts, and he spits on your pussy. Three fingers bury inside.
“Relax.” He takes your hand and gives your knuckles a kiss before planting your hand back in his hair. “Just keep coming for me.”
In a sudden shift, his head bows and licks into your hole, joining his fingers again. His palms keep your thighs where he wants them.
You fucking plan to.
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