I can’t get my mind off of Captain Levi who has photogenic memory and immaculate observational drawing skills. He can paint, draw, or sketch anything but refuses to tell anyone but you.
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There just had to be one full mooned night that he called you to his building at 9:43 pm to discuss… “new protocol”. Confused, you left out from your quarters to meet his request and couldn’t help but be a little excited from the oddity of it.
You knock.
Levi: “Come in.” Voice just as stern as daylight hours.
You just knew something from your wildest dreams was going to happen. You just knew.
Soon enough, you’re on his desk…legs spread wide as he’s sitting in between you, focus switching between your flower… and his sketchbook. He looks you in your eyes from time to time as the hour of his pencil scratches fill the silence in the air.
Y/N: “Can I see it now? You’re driving me crazy captain”, you gasp as his face gets slightly closer to where you want it.
Levi: “Does patience ever find its way to you? I’m almost done…and keep your voice down”, he whispers against you.
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Every single curve, line, and fold of your pvssy matched perfectly with what he displayed on that paper. Identical. Unbeknownst to you, he decided to add color to it after a week of you being away, which he delivered to you the night of your return.
Quickly, the tan envelope slid underneath your door as you prepared for bed.
You could not fathom how he remembered your vivid colors from your nether regions as you stared at your pvssy portrait in awe.
content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon
warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.
wc: 1.5k~
tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe
a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm
also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3
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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?
idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.
i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.
it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.
you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.
“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”
“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”
“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”
once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.
“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”
“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”
you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.
you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.
“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”
“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”
“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”
“you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”
he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.
“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”
his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”
“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”
only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.
“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”
you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.
a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”
“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”
“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.
“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.
“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.
because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.
the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.
a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.
“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”
he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.
you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.
levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.
“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”
“levi, i’m so—,”
your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.
your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.
it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .
he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.
his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.
and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.
he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.
summary: You have an interesting gift in mind for Levi’s birthday—a game of sorts.
And that gift? You.
wc: 6.3k
content/warnings: switch(but mostly sub)!Levi, copious mommy kink, impact play (f!receiving), edging, toys (cock cage; cock ring; vibrator), begging, degradation+praise, modern!au, LEVI BIRTHDAY FIC, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, humping, rough sex, one use of ‘babyboy’, dry orgasm, brief subspace (m!receiving), panties as a gag, lingerie, dirty talk
a/n: this is one of the hottest fics i’ve written i think :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYBOY LOML LIGHT OF MY DAYS.
Levi straddles your hips. With a whispered flutter, his meticulously pressed work shirt drops on the bed behind him.
As he eagerly crawls on top of you, you fold your hands behind your head, smiling girlishly. There's nothing special about Levi getting home from work today, except that his birthday is a week from now.
But that's exactly what's special about it.
"What're you smiling about?" he remarks.
You just keep smiling. Further, his brow puckers as you make no move to touch him—not even to lean up. When he goes down to kiss you, you return it only chastely.
Eyeing you, he kisses again and again, but you refuse to let him deepen it. That's not like you. He leans back, and palms through your panties. You're wet, but all he gets is you nibbling your lip.
He deadpans. "What do you think you're doing?"
That's the question you were waiting for—have been waiting for since this morning when you came up with this.
You lean up, and reverently kiss his forehead, then his lips. You can barely contain your excitement. "I have an idea for a birthday gift. One you'll like," you whisper.
A stranger on the street would care more about his birthday than Levi himself, and that's how you hooked him in. A mistake. He was a fool, in earnest, to agreeing to the game you made up. Between now and his birthday, you'd tease and edge him so that when the day came, he'd receive an incredible gift: you.
The condition? Obviously he was to be deprived of you. He'd soon realize he couldn't just not handle that, but after he agreed, you took out the cage. Flawless stainless steel traps his cock. It squeezes the bottom of his balls, so there's not a chance in hell he can get some relief at any time, let alone come. It's deceptively ornate, square cells just enough to let him receive the bare minimum of stimulation. A long silver line arcs down from his balls, and ends at an especially mocking opening at the tip.
He hates this fucking thing.
As soon as you looked up from between his legs, smiling in that devious way that never fails to strike the fear of god in him—frustration was already alive and rising in him. What he thought at first to be an interesting game that would make him appreciate his birthday more would be much more challenging than he thought.
No attention below the belt for the next week. No squeezes or stroking. You might as well be teenage lovebirds taking it steady.
Another reason he agreed was that he had confidence in his own self-discipline. He prided himself on it. A week without sex was going to be no big challenge—not even that painful.
The first night wasn't so bad. The next morning (six damn days to go), he found himself squirming and huffing from the innocent pressure of your backside pressed back against his pelvis. You were still asleep for fucks sakes.
His lips would gravitate towards your neck, his hands to your waist, or your soft tits that threatened to spill over your bra as you dressed for errands in the afternoon.
Little by little, he finds his self-control wilting.
So as it turns out, the man with the endless patience doesn't last three days before there's an incident. At every turn, you gently and coyly wiggled away from his advances with an encouraging reminder that he "only" had five more days to go.
That evening, Levi had been oddly avoidant after he got home from work—silent treatment and all. All you heard was a thanks for dinner before he padded upstairs, seemingly intent on making you cave.
But you watched him go with a placid smile, because he was the one getting edged, not you. Even though it wasn't nearly the same... you've kept yourself satisfied enough with a vibrator so far.
But you didn't like his attitude.
Not that you planned to be cruel. This was a gift after all—or it culminated in one. If he was so grouchy already... you ought to take pity on him.
In the depths of your bedroom, you took an extra minute in the bathroom to retrieve what you needed.
The flick of the lightswitch turning off, the whine of the bathroom door opening. You let it idle, and then crawled into bed, faced with Levi's back. He was practically hanging off the opposite side for maximum attitude.
"You're that mad at me?" you ask, faking offense. "No cuddles?"
As you thought, he's awake. His voice rings out solid and clear. "Too horny to let you have your way with me."
You gape at the phrasing, laughing soundlessly, and begin to squirm over. Your right hand is occupied, making it difficult. "Don't be like that. Say the word, and I'll free you... Tell me your gift isn't fun."
He peers at you over his shoulder with a petulant expression. He's pouting. "It's torture."
"For nooww..."
He turns back with a huff.
"I mean it. Maybe I've left you too high and dry," you acquiesce with a voice of silk, and drape yourself up against his back, like two spoons in a drawer. "You need a little attention, huh?"
Levi slowly relaxes in your arms as you speak. He feels himself caving in without hesitation. The idea of a touch to melt off some of the ache raging below. His dick has been interested since you creeped up behind him.
"You're still not allowed to come."
His stomach sinks, but the feeling the rubber head of something—the good vibrator—pressed against the front of his fluffy flannel pants makes that dread evaporate. You have him tensing all over again, mashing his cheek in the pillow, already horny. Horny enough to hump this thing whether you turn it on or not.
You stroke the length of his crotch with the dull head, but it isn't on. "Would this help?"
He pins his lip between his teeth and sinks back into your arms. He feels feverish all over. Will this get him anywhere? No. Would it help? "Yes," he whispers hotly. "Do it."
To his utter surprise, you cycle up to the higher vibrations right away. Gasping, he clings onto the pillow, tugging it to his face for some damn thing to hold onto while the thick vibrations coat his cock. It strains in the cramped cage, pulling a whine out of him. He grinds into it fitfully as you murmur and coo in his ear.
"Mm." His hips kick into the vibrations without his consent, making him swell more, making the ache seethe.
It's fucking evil.
You stroke the toy up and down his shaft under thick layers of fabric, probing his swollen, full balls, even. Little teasing jolts shoot up his cock.
"Is that better, baby?"
His eyes squeeze shut. He's willing to do or say anything to make you break after the silent treatment got him this far. A weak moan is punched from him as he says, "More, c'mon, just a little... lemme come, mommy... Fucking one time."
That name. That will work on you. It always works on you.
"That's cheating, sweetie."
That's not even an answer. Because he already knows what it's going to be.
Fuming, he whines miserably and pushes back into your arms as the vibrations swallow up his tip and circle rapidly—again, cut off through the fabric. Doesn't help that it was already wet, so now there's a bigger mess. Dammit, he'll need a shower.
"Fuck you."
"You know who whines and complains when they don't get their gifts before Christmas?" you ask lightly. "Dirty brats."
Fuck it. When his hand shoots down and tries to bury the head of the toy deeper between his thighs, you promptly wrench it away from his grasp and switch it off.
"Fucking. Dammit," he grunts. He squirms in vain, squeezing his thighs together has his heartbeat pounds in his fucking dick. That does nothing of course. The ache is fucking unbearable, but nothing's going to make it better until he gets this thing off, which is still days away.
He's weak. He swears. He has never once in his life looked forward to his birthday... until now.
You whisper sweet nothings as you peck his jaw and the shell of his ear until he gathers his breaths, and once again relaxes in your arms. This time in defeat.
He's not actually resenting you, he doesn't doubt that this will be a great gift or whatever mushy terms you put it in—and in fact, it is making him look forward to his birthday—but his cock doesn't care. He needs you now.
The hours creep into sunsets creep into one day, then two, closer to Christmas and his birthday. He abides by your shared routine as normal as normally as he possibly can when, majority of the time, he's burning and delirious. He needs to come whenever you so much as hug him when he gets home from work. He needs to come when you embrace him from behind. When you shower, he pictures himself invading the bathroom and pushing you to your knees.
He never realized before, but they're too short, the goodbye and hello kisses in general. Kisses at this point are all he has.
The 24th arrives, somehow, and somehow you roped him into watching a Christmas movie together—something from your childhood you both end up watching every year—cuddled up close on the sofa. He can barely focus, but he can't say no to the attention, even the bare minimum. A movie distracts him a little from his dizzying desire.
But then, you decide to play with him. For the past week, you've danced around teasing him—swinging your hips when you so much as you cross the kitchen to grab something he needs, sleeping in those skimpy pajama shorts despite it being the middle of winter... but Christmas Eve is different.
Behind him, you've been stroking his chest for the past fifteen minutes, occasionally catching on his hardened nipples. He fucking loves your hand. And your lips, pressing to his neck in random places when he doesn't know it's coming. He's as hard as a rock.
You do it again, and flick his nipple at the same time. He moans under his breath, craning his neck to give you a little more space, begging wordlessly. The thick outline made stiffer by the wretched cage is pitiful to the point of shame.
You peer over his shoulder.
"You're so hard..."
"Please..." he whispers, stretching the word out as you stroke the soft slopes of his chest. His cheeks feel hot. He rocks his hips rock fitfully, up into nothing. "Fucking loosen it or something."
You cradle his hot cheek lovingly, a touch he easily leans into, pinning your palm to the sofa underneath so you can't go away. "Don't want me to touch?"
"No! It's gonna be fuckin' worse, 'cause you're not gonna let me."
He presses his thighs together without thinking. He feels lost in you, an endless burning pool. Relief is nowhere to be found. If you don't touch him, though, he's pretty sure his dick will fall off.
You play with the idea of giving in now. There are about a dozen other things planned for his birthday—with and without friends—but you know now what's going to take priority. There's not a chance he's going to demand his gift any later than the moment he wakes up.
Hm.
"Stay here, m'kay?"
He's cautiously skeptical. "For what?"
"It's your birthday-eve, right?" You kiss him. "How about an early gift?"
Levi has a feeling this "gift" will be more for you than him. You're fucking with him. This is a joke.
He nods.
You wiggle out from behind him, and stand. Levi shamelessly stares at your ass as your form retreats.
Then you call over your shoulder, "Pants off, by the way."
He gets chills down his spine, squeezing his eyes shut against the heat that's replaced the blood in his veins. Hell. If you promised to let him come under the condition to lick your shoe and hump on it, he would. He would.
He shoves, then kicks down both his stretchy bottoms and briefs at the same time, causing him to sigh in both relief and frustration.
He can't help but glance at the debauched state he's in. It looks like the cage is barely containing his swollen cock, bulging against the steel, colored like an over-ripe strawberry. A pathetic amount of cum has welled up in the iron at the tip. He lifts his hips, and moans weakly.
He tilts his head back. Just staring kills him. He's so fucking trapped, he needs it, but at the same time, the knowledge that he's playing an active part in his gift—besides the fact that this gift will end in him finally coming his brains out—burns desire and satisfaction into him like a brand. You're his gift.
Ages later. He can't quit from nibbling on his lip with the return of the whispered sound of your socks against hardwood. A tiny thrill shoots through his stomach, which grows into a bird's feather brushing his insides as he spots the opaque ring fit for his cock. In stainless steel (just like the cage), it's intimidating. He inches his legs wider.
You smile knowingly, sweetly, even, and crawl on top of him, evenly straddling his wide thighs. your eyes rake the sight of his cock trapped in the tight steel.
You're staring. Involuntarily, he drapes his arm over his face, and waits.
"I'll take this off..." you trace one of the silver cells. "...And replace it with the ring instead. You've really turned into a little slut this week. You've been so pitiful, so miserable, huh."
"…Uh-huh."
"Are you a slut, Levi?"
He sinks his teeth into his arm. "Mhm. Your. Slut," he whispers.
"That's right."
He moans as your thumb flirts with the locking mechanism, and curls his toes. Tears involuntarily rise and sting his closed eyes.
"But you're more than that—you're the birthday boy. You're lucky I love you so much, hm?"
As the pressure starts to relent, and give little by little, he finds himself nodding like a bobblehead, breaths rushing in and out. "Uh-huh. I am I am..."
"Look at me, babyboy."
When you use that name, he has to. He pries his eyes open and peers up through his heavy lashes. At least you don't look totally ambivalent—your eyes are like pools of lust.
"You've been a good boy. Wanna fuck my thighs? For a little while?"
You ask like there's a chance he'll say no. His eyes widen comically. The way his cock chooses that moment to throb is disarming, fucking humiliating, but he doesn't wait to feel the shame.
Yes. Yes. Your warm, cushy thighs, hugging and rubbing on his dick. It's not your mouth and far from the squeeze of your pussy, but he'll take anything. Anything.
"Then don't move." Your hands float over to his raised hips. "Not the slightest twitch. If I hear a single sound, then you don't get anything."
He grinds his teeth into dust. With some effort, he forces his hips to lower and nods, nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths and readies himself. Not a twitch, not a sound.
The metal dully clinks as you release him, and his slit oozes cum. He's freed.
A whine instantly builds in his chest, but he locks his throat and reels from the blunted surge of relief. He keeps his eyes shut. If he watches your hands flit around so close to his needy cock, a sound will escape for sure.
That almost happens anyway when your fingers brush his shaft. Then a new, chilling metal is worked down his cock. It tightens severely, squeezing his base and choking his heavy balls. As his toes curl, he bites his fist. The harsh wrinkle between his brows deepens.
"Not too tight?"
In two measured movements, he shakes his head.
No. But. He wants to break out of this position—shoot up and pin you down with your feet behind your head, tear off your panties and shove right in. He bets you're wet. He can already taste it. Soft silky pussy on him. All that fucking heat massaging, cradling, sucking in his fat, needy cock. That sounds like the birthday gift of a lifetime and what he needs right. Fucking—
Your hand comes down hard from the side, slapping his tip. A cry leaps up in his throat. He kills it at the last second, but to do it he has to throw his head back. It hurt so fucking good.
"That's no, mommy."
He shudders, sobbing dryly. "No, mommy."
"That's better." You soothe the tremors in his thighs with your hands. "But you still moved."
His stomach plummets into the abyss. He rips his elbow off his face and gawks at you. "What? That's not fucking fair."
"You needed to be disciplined. You moved. Your fault." You raise a brow. "A gift isn't good if it's badly wrapped, right? If I just let you get away with whatever you want, then..."
"I get it," he groans, and starts to squirm. "Off. You're evil."
You pin your lips between your teeth to stave off a smirk. "Evil enough not to watch the rest of the movie with me?"
Levi is nowhere near calm enough to be able to fall asleep and make tomorrow come faster. He grunts, sits up, and snatches his clothes off the floor.
He grumbles, "Cuddle. Now."
After the night before, it happens just as you predicted. You're not surprised at all that you wake up early to grey light penetrating the bedroom, and heavy breathing in your ear. He clings to your back, so you get every heavy inch pushed up against your backside.
"You already want your present?" you croon sleepily. He's humping feverishly and holding on tight, as if he's been at this for several minutes.
"Didn't sleep," he whispers, practically pinning you to his chest now that you're awake. His lips bury in your neck. "Every time I did, I just dreamed about fucking you."
Oh. You shudder against him, and curve your back so he has more to rub up against. "You dreamed about your birthday present."
His teeth sink in, nipping and kissing. "Ngh, mm-hm. I need you. S'that what you wanna hear? I even... made the gift better."
"Oh?" You're fully awake. "You didn't have to do that."
You reach behind and sink your fingers in his hair. To encourage him even more, slowly, you grind your ass back on his crotch, and feel your lower half throb as his breaths immediately starts to tremble.
He's close again... but he won't admit it. Really, he's been close for days.
"Mm. If you wanna see, then gimme my fucking gift."
He didn't even need to say it once.
You shuffle around in his arms, pressing him back, and Levi goes like putty in your hands. He spreads his legs wide, leaning up into your palm as it spreads over his chest, adorned in a wool sweater. You play with his nipples, and feel the hints of a coarse texture underneath, but it has to be sheer for his nipples to still poke through like this.
He begs you with his hazy eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm giving it to you." Placing a hand on his fiery cheek, a doting expression on your face, has him leaning into it. You'll miss that. Between his legs, next to nothing is left up to the imagination despite the plush pajama bottoms.
You lick your lips. "Is it your gift from last year?"
"Find out," he rasps, leaning his hips up.
Your chest lifts. You push down on the swollen bulge between his legs, feeling for the firmer outline of the ring. If it weren't for that he would've come just humping you in his sleep. Once or more. You hum.
But you don't idle, you skip the foreplay. It's finally his birthday, and Levi deserves his gift.
You shove his sweater up and over his toned abdomen. Nothing here besides the gorgeous view you know already. "Arms up."
He yanks it over his head just as fast, revealing skimpy, lacy, snow-white. A brazier hugs his big chest tight and shows shameless cleavage at the same time. His blushing nipples are just visible to your hungry eyes.
His arms lay above his head to give you the best view from where you're sitting, awaiting your reaction.
"Oh," leaves you in a big breath. "Oh, you're so beautiful." Your fingertips dance along the frills flared out at the shoulders. "You're gorgeous."
He turns flustered, flinches almost. His cheeks darken into the color of cherries. "There's more."
You shuffle down his body, and drop between his legs. Unlike all those other days, you don't bother hiding how wet you really are because of him, from the sight of him alone.
"Up."
He lifts his bottom up as his fists squeeze above his head. He could use his hands as freely as he wants, though—it must be ingrained in him now to submit to you. It's incredibly sweet.
As you peel off his sweatpants, hot ache rises in you.
Anticipation balloons in Levi's stomach.
The skirt—it's flawlessly stitched to look like a skirt—is really a frilly white thong to match the brazier. It only leave the tops of his thighs and hips to the imagination, and none of his cock. It looks ready to split the soft silk, added by the wet spot darkening the snowy white to a faint grey. He looks fucking delicious. Tiny bows even decorate the sides, beside his hips.
More syrupy warmth oozes into your panties. You're so captivated that down, even further, you miss the kneesocks at first. They're as thin and silky as his panties, and the same shade of snow. Ruffled frills and lace, stitched in shapes to look like flowers, decorate the tops of his knees. You trace the delicate design, and he inhales. As low as they ride, thick pale flesh still spills over the tops of them.
You fold his knees back to watch them wave in the air, the little pair of panties, his pretty cock and his shapely plump ass. You drink him all in, the full view of your precious husband already undone and whining shamelessly underneath for you to make him come.
To, "F-Fucking do something."
Oh, you're dying to, but you don't want to see him without that frilly little skirt. You tug down the waistband just enough to free his engorged cock, which slaps his navel with no preamble. A low moan of relief falls out of his open mouth.
He squirms. You feel a little pity for him. His hard-on looks painful by this point. Despite the ring, he's made a mess of himself so his cock seems to shine, and make him even more enticing. He's not just swollen, but his flushed cock and even redder tip is engorged above his fat balls. The black ring hugging the base looks extremely out of place.
Above, his brows are pinched, lips parted to show a tease of his pink tongue. "Mommy," he mumbles weakly.
You pin his hips with your knees—having long-since sensed his desperation—and scoop up his heavy balls in one hand. Pearls of cum have dribbled all the way down, leaving them easy to squeeze and massage.
"Fuck!" he gasps. His head tilts back as his hips immediately try to leap up, pinned in place by you. "Fuck fuck."
You snag the front of his panties and slowly tug back and forth, digging the fabric into his taint and asshole while working his balls.
"Can you handle it?"
"Gonna—!" Gasping, Levi blindly grabs for the pillow behind his head and makes useless attempts to close his bent legs and shy back from the overwhelming stimulation. "Agh, coming please please—"
His poor cock pulses before your eyes, but of course, he still can't get his release. Even by your expectations, he's so much more pent-up than you thought. Too much to give it all to him right away.
He can definitely come with the ring.
You take that route first so he isn't overwhelmed later. Either way, you plan to give him what he deserves.
"Shh..." you soothe, still rubbing using the crotch of his panties, and tugging on his balls. He continues to writhe. "I need to make you less sensitive first."
He groans. "Whose. Fucking. Fault is—"
"Look at me, birthday boy." You slide the panties down—or rather up—to his folded knees, until they dangle off his ankles. He looks like a slutty model fit for a Christmas porn magazine. You leave his rumpled panties alone, and rub his cock.
In the opposite way, he thrashes his head from side to side, whining eagerly. Is he even listening?
You pick up his chin. "Look at mommy."
A big gasp fills his chest as his hazy silver eyes, swimming in lust, focus on yours. Then fall into slits as you properly get your fist around him, and start off with steady, tight pumps.
"Agh need to—come..."
"Eyes stay on me. I wanna watch when I make you come. You wanna come for me, right? For mommy?"
A cry that hardly sounds like Levi bursts out of him. His jaw slackens, moaning what sounds like an affirmative as the slippery sounds get louder and more soaked.
His squirming starts to grow into thrashing. You pin him under more of your weight as toes in those kneesocks curl.
"You can do it with the ring—I know you can. Then you get my mouth on this pretty dick"—you push your thumb through his slit—"and then you can have my pussy."
"Fucking please! Ah. Ah..."
You push your thumb in his gaping mouth, not to pacify him, but to trap his tongue so nothing can be muffled, swallowed, or hidden in any way.
As if he's cognizant of his noises at all. Someone could hear him keening and crying from across the house right now. He humps and writhes in vain under your weight—at your mercy even now.
"Can'," he gasps, hindered by your thumb. "Off."
"No," you state firmly. "You're coming like this."
In the span of only a few minutes, his nonstop writhing stiffens. He cries out girlishly as a slew of dry waves surge through not just his cock and balls but his whole body—curled toes to his empty mind.
It's nothing and it kills him at the same time. His dry climax fuels the tight arch his back takes, then a thick gush of cum dribbling down his dick. More drool drivels down from either side of his open mouth, and drips down his chin.
You groan at the sight. "Good boy... I knew you could do it."
Levi moans heatedly. What are the words?—He just hears that honeyed praise in your voice.
The weight on his hips disappears, along with your thumb as you get into place between his legs. Your hand lands on that evil ring, causing his breath to tremble, then catch as your tongue darts out and licks his tip. "You can do anything you want with my mouth, remember?"
"Ah—uh-huh... P... Please..."
He seems in a whole other world, more than just dumb on the sex—but floating away. You don't want him to go into subspace when it's up to him to take what he wants. Adorable, but not your intentions.
"Stay with me, baby."
That's hard right now. He doesn't know what to do with his hands. His chin tilts back, revealing his bobbing adam's apple as you free his heavy cock. From that moment, he's inches from the edge again. If you just licked him again...
You kiss his lips, getting his hazy eyes to crack open. "This is your day—you can have any part of me you want, so you're in control now. Come back to me, baby."
Your voice, and your reassuring touches help ground him. Coming down from that floating place, he rasps, "Anything...?"
"Mm, I'm yours." You lean down, and kiss his silky lips. "I'm your gift."
A new sheen enters his eyes. He finally lowers his hands, and they fall on your shoulders, pushing your head down into the position from before. Your palms land evenly on the wide planes of his thighs.
"Suck," he whispers.
Your lips obediently close on his tip, suckling and lathing it in your tongue eagerly.
He reels. The soft soaked heat of your mouth effortlessly steals the thoughts from his mind and all sense of patience from his hips—what little he scrounged up after that weak climax.
"Need—" manages to escape him as his fingers make a fist in your hair, and he jerks, stuffing your throat in two thrusts. He feels your throat close on him, and he gasps, "S-Sorry."
You make a disapproving noise and recover quickly. A moment later you bear down even harder, hollowing your cheeks and nuzzling deep into the black curls at the base. You're his.
"Fffuck," he whines, humping shamelessly. His balls slap your chin. To go from nearly nothing to this tight sea of heat eviscerates any notion of an unneeded sorry.
He folds one of his socked legs back to get it deeper. Trying to match his movements becomes completely pointless in a flash. You brace yourself on the sheets outside his waist, and whine. His grip on your hair that he uses to hold you in place creates a sweet sting as he ruts, and then fucks a little deeper, using your mouth for a fucktoy. The blunt, slippery sounds are obscene.
Soon, he starts to ramble, "Fuck your mouth, love your pretty fuckin' mouth I need to come—s'gonna make me come"
Drool pools at the sides of your mouth as he rapidly slides over your tongue. You flare your nostrils to do the bare minimum to breathe—you devote more of your energy to being a hole.
Under a minute. His wide thighs draw tense like iron. He gasps, calls out your name, and dissolves into violent shivers when he comes. Hips snap with reckless abandon as he drains his balls down your throat. You swallow fitfully, and mewl.
Hot tears paint your cheeks that you rapidly blink away as his needy thrusts slow to needy rocking. He doesn't go soft.
When he's trembling, but still, you pull off coughing, still swallowing. A few drops ooze down your chin, besides the drool. You swipe your arm across your mouth.
But it's worth it. It was worth it before he did it. And the way he gazes up now, longing and more than a little wrecked makes it more so.
He sits up on his hands, seizes you at the sides and easily manhandles you until you find yourself shoved and bent in a tight kneel, ass in the air. With a hard grunt, you go down and arch your back. Somehow through all of that, you kept your tank-top and sweatpants.
"Get this fucking shit off," he growls.
"Take it—"
In one rough tug, he rips down your pants. He doesn't bother to take them off—just enough to expose your cunt. You suck in a breath as he spreads your lips, and the cool air touches your glistening pussy.
It's just begging for something to be stuffed inside it. He slides three through your slit, and sinks them inside with ease, making you croon. As soon as they're in, and thrusting in quick sloppy motions, you get tight.
He wanted to make sure—and this. Out again, he stretches his fingers apart, webbed with cum, and licks them clean as he mounts you.
"Fuck me," you moan.
"Shut up."
You shut up.
He spreads your lips and guides his cock through your soaked slit, groaning roughly along with your gasp. He could come just from this, pressing on your folds, getting him soaked in your cum.
"You ready?" he asks.
Levi shoves inside, filling your cunt to the brim in one swift thrust—you barely get the chance to cry out, gaping. Suddenly you're full. Firm balls clap against your ass.
He moans from the bottom of his chest as your tight heat clamps down on him. He missed it, so he grinds in deep, savoring it, and giving you a moment to adjust.
Only a moment. Finally, he gets to fuck. He rams in at a rapid, ruthless pace from the start, deep, so you get to feel it all in a flurry of thrusts from his tip to his fat balls rapidly clapping against your lips. It's loud—almost as loud as you.
"Fuck! Yeah just like—"
"S'my birthday," he moans. His thrusts drag.
Then he lurches forward on the next inward thrust, and pretty white lace is shoved past your lips, stuffing it. He plants your head down. "Toys don't talk."
You whine, throaty and high, and submit. His panties were wet before, but they get soaked quick. You suckle, tasting peaky salt and coarse lace.
His fucking resumes harder than ever. He pins your hips in place. The soaked slapping sounds are loud even over his panting, and you can't help but cry out.
More than fucking you, he uses you. Uses you up for all the last week has been worth.
You purposefully clench down on him, like a massage. You want to make this even better for him, and you reap the reward of hearing him moan, breathy and full.
He bears down harder than ever, ramming in, then dragging out, taking his time. To the tip, to fill you up all over again. He loves watching your cunt almost as much as he loves fucking it. It's puffy, and full of him. When he pulls out, his thick shaft is slathered in it.
"Shit. Your cunt's fucking mine." The hand not pinning your hip comes down on your pussy with a wet slap. You arch your back, and wail, managing to nod.
You got tighter. He whines, and his hand comes down again, his jaw falling slack as your silky cunt squeezes deliciously tight. "Yeah."
His pace resumes as his hand fumbles for your tanktop and yanks, causing your tits to spill out. He scoops one up in his palm and squeezes with abandon, as if staking claim. "I'm gonna fuckin' come in it, then it's really gonna be mine."
A shiver shakes your whole body. Tears ooze down your cheeks as your arch your back. All fucking his, not just today, but especially.
His cock pistons inside at a blinding pace—his hips can barely keep up with his rising climax—before his balls give a deep throb, and he stills. His thighs lock outside your hips as he gasps. He's stranded at the highest peak before the first wave takes him under. "Coming."
You bite down on the lace. As liquid heat shoots inside, you moan with the feeling, head swimming. He never held back—and especially not now that he pumps his cum deep inside you. He moans so sweetly.
With the dying throbs, he braces himself with his hand gnarled in your hair. Delightful shivers shake through him. As they recede, he grinds deep inside in weak rolls.
In the aftermath, he pants harshly, and taps your chin. The soggy panties sag from your mouth. His cock, completely soft, slides out.
You catch a look at his face. His flustered cheeks and the sheen of sweat on his forehead are the picture of fucked-out. It could be a trick of the light, but his heavy silver eyes gleam almost. One side of the frilly brazier sags hafway down his shoulder.
He asks, "You alright after that?"
You nod with a gravely hum. Fleetingly, he affectionately scratches your scalp and leans back. He's satisfied to see your pussy oozing him.
Very satisfied. He falls down next to you on his back, and tugs at you to follow.
You groan, and collapse, resting your head on his chest. You're still horny, but that can come later... if he wants you to.
He's unmoving, except for his chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, you both recover and catch your breath.
You smile wearily, and reach over, carding his damp bangs off his face. You fucked the life out of him. "Did you like your gift?"
He turns his head for more. "Water wet?"
"Mm... Not technically."
He deadpans, and drags you into his arms, practically purring under your touch. This is one of those rare instances that he looks ready to doze off right after. Considering you kept him pent up for a week straight... and the way he stepped into subspace for a minute there, you're not surprised.
"You can nap for a little while. It's still early."
"Mm. Mhm. Maybe." Finally, his eyes crack open. "Kiss."
Beaming, you lean down and do just that, the press gentle, but deep. One that says, I love you.
His lips capture yours in kind, but sluggishly. You want to run a bath for him a little later—although he's tired now, you're in for an especially grumpy Levi when he wakes up if you don't—but for now, you murmur against his lips, "Happy birthday, angel."
You’re being dragged down a familiar hallway, not a word uttered as your face remains in a bored deadpan, unlike the man dragging you, whose scowl scared a couple of cadets out of your way only a few minutes ago. You let yourself be dragged by the forearm, knowing your destination well, as well as what will be thrown at you the moment you two are behind closed doors.
“Levi–”
“I think I was very clear when I told you to keep your mouth shut.”
It was kinda amusing, to be very honest, seeing him all riled up like that, so you decide to keep quiet, unlike yourself, until you reached the familiar door to Levi’s quarters. Out of habit, you check to see if anyone can see you two entering together, forearm in his hand and all, but you get thrown in the room before you check your left side.
By the time you recovered from your not very little stumble there and began to turn around with a full-blown expression of disbelief to scold Levi for handling you that way, the door was thrown shut. You barely have any time to register what was going on before you find your back slammed against the wooden door, broad shoulders and a darkened gaze blocking the sunlight coming from the big windows.
Yes, your initial thought was to scold him still, but the view from where you are is enough to make you forget your own name.
Levi’s bangs shadow his face, silver eyes pinning you down with a fiery gaze. His jaw is locked tight, inhaling deep breaths to keep himself in control as he pins you to the door with both his palms bracing your head.
“Levi,” You begin carefully. Scolding long forgotten. “I was just being nice.”
“Nice,” Levi scoffs. “Nice? You call that being nice?”
“Jean is like… ten years younger than me. Why would he even be flirting with me?” You know well that Kristien was sure as fuck trying to sway you, it has been happening for a while; ever since he managed to grow a beard. And given that no one other than Hange knew of your relationship status, not yet, your younger friend couldn’t take a hint.
All you could do was laugh at his jokes and politely avoid anything that could be considered as you flirting back, but there’s only so much you can do when you literally grew up among the group, let alone help raise them too.
“Are you blind?” Levi’s voice raises only a pitch, eyes widening with obvious fury. “The little cunt is all over you every fucking day!”
You try not to let it be visible, you really do, but Levi sees the little friction of amusement that breaks on your face and then disappears altogether. It doesn’t look like he likes it when his eyebrows raise, and he gives you a look that could make anyone else piss their pants.
“I raised those kids, sweetheart. I’m sure he–”
“So have i. And I know a flirtatious Jean Kristein when I fucking see one.” Levi speaks through gritted teeth, leaning in a bit as he slams a palm on the wood beside your head. “And you just laugh along with him, huh? You think he’s funny?”
You shrug. “He is kinda funny, though–”
“Y/n…” His pitch drops impossibly low. You have to fight the urge to kiss him when he leans in once more. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
The smile finally breaks free on your face. A hand reaches for his taut jaw, and you squeeze his cheekies as you slightly shake his head in your hand. You scrunch your nose at him endearingly. “You’re so cute when you’re pissed off.”
The fingers latching on your wrist were a clear warning, so you gracefully let go of his face and let your limb be pinned where Levi’s hand previously was on the door. You can’t wipe the amused smile off your face anymore, not even when his eyes stare daggers right into you.
“Were you flirting back with him on purpose?”
“I wasn’t flirting back with him,” You tell him pointedly, the smile falling off a little. “I was just trying to dodge it. That’s all.”
“So you admit that he was flirting with you.”
You stare at him, silent, blank, eyes slightly wider than usual. You attempt to push him off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Levi slams you back against the door. “You let him touch your hair,” Levi seethes. His nose is an inch away from yours. “First Reiner, then Hange, and now this piece of shit?”
Now he can’t just be this close to you and not do anything about it. You find it absurd, in fact, and given the situation at hand, you’d just love to get the best possible outcome. “What can I say? I’m just likable like that.” You smile innocently, shrugging a bit for demonstration. “Besides, me and Hange were never a thing. You’re just bitter because they used to be comfortable with me long before you had.”
His blood continues to boil. It keeps raising and raising, and the way you just never learned to keep it in your damn mouth will only make him bubble over. You have this mischievous glint in your eyes, knowing well you have his every fucking key right in the palm of your hand, and you just love to abuse your power.
He knows you weren’t flirting back with Jean. He knows you wouldn’t do such a thing to him, but fuck, that damn giant just doesn’t get tired of you blocking his every damn attempt. One day Levi sees him trying and succeeding in making you laugh, the next he sees him touching a curl in your hair, telling you that it’s pretty, you should let your hair down more often, and the other he catches him fucking winking at you, and knowing you, Levi knows you can’t help but giggle and look away nervously, looking of his silver gaze instead.
Maybe it stings extra because Levi knows he never did shit like that with you? His flirting skills are… under development, and have been for all the years you two have been together, hence the crack in his ego when a mere fucking teenager could make his girl blush and giggle like that when he’s standing there like a scarecrow.
But that just can’t do anymore. You’re his. You’re his alone. He doesn’t give a shit about secrecy or privacy anymore.
“Comfortable,” Levi’s free hand finds the hem of your coat. The slight pull of the corner of his lips fills you with dread and excitement simultaneously. “You act like a damn slut and call it comfortable?” He raises his gaze to yours, yanking you into him by the coat. Your eyes widen at both the gesture and the venom dripping from his lips. “You like the attention, eh?”
Okay, so he’s that kind of pissed. You’re left speechless, breathless, amusement long yanked out of you as you watch him in anticipation, debating on whether or not should you just spit something bratty to agitate him more, but he never gives you the satisfaction.
“Kitty got your tongue?” Levi tilts his head just a bit, eyebrows shooting up. “What? You only know how to talk back to him?”
“I don’t think you’ll like it if I talk back,” You decide on this, for now, tilting your head just the way he did, gaze firmly held with his. Your free hand trails from his abdomen and up to his toned chest, pushing past the military coat to reveal more of him. “What if I tell you all the things Kristein told me, hmm?” You pout, popping the first button of his shirt open, then the next, all while staring right in his eyes. “Or that time when Hange and I got so drunk and almost–”
Before you even register, your face was pressed against the hard wood with both wrists pinned at the small of your back firmly, feeling the warmth of Levi’s whole body press against your back. One hand had grabbed a full handful of your hair while the other keeps your hands in place, and you feel his hot breath on your skin as he speaks.
“I’ll fuck the attitude out of you, brat,” Levi growls, tightening his fingers around your wrists when you try to yank them away to no avail. “We’ll see what that pretty mouth can tell me afterward, hmm?”
“It’s the middle of the fucking day, Levi,” You groan, trying to look back at him, but the hand in your hair keeps your cheek pressed to the smooth wood. “Are you nuts? I have a training session in–”
“I cleared your schedule for the whole day,” He slides away, dragging you with him like a ragdoll, only to bend you over his very clean desk mere seconds later, making sure to push your cheek extra hard into the surface as he whispers in your ear. “You stay here like a good girl until I come back if you wanna cum, ight?”
Not that tone. Fuck, not that damn tone. You can already feel the warmth between your legs.
When you don’t reply, a harsh spank falls on your exposed ass, and you can’t help the loud yelp that exits you.
“Did you fucking hear me, brat?”
“Okay, okay,” You nod a bit rapidly.
He leans back with a satisfied hum, and you feel your scalp sting at the loss of contact, except something tells you that this is the least pain you’ll be receiving today.
in spired by @belavender ewnba sasha headcannons, and @planetsano fic “smells like teen spirit”
ive never written something like this before, and i’m generally new to writing, but i wanted to try to make the ideas in my head into a story
not very proofread
summary: Sasha wants you to meet her basketball teammates.
Minors DNI
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You should've listened to your friends about basketball players like Sasha and her sweet-talking, the way she passed girls around more than the ball on the court.
She never necessarily called you her girlfriend, but treated you like one, taking you out on expensive dates and giving you tickets to her games. She said she didn’t like “labels.”
Now she was asking you to meet her team, and you figured that was a good step in your relationship, so you couldn’t help but agree.
"Good," Sasha replied. "It's just a little tradition with my teammates. We've been dating for a few months, and I want them to like you.”
"Yeah, same," you agreed happily, hearing her suggest that the two of you were “dating” for the first time.
You dressed casually as you went over to Sashas apartment, trying to seem carefree despite how nervous you were.
"Do you wanna smoke?" she asked 20 minutes in, like she always did, and placed a blunt between your lips before you could even respond.
You figured they all just wanted to have fun, basketball players needed to unwind after practices and games all day.
You didn’t mind when they just kept feeding you weed and shots, it made you happy every time they cheered for you taking one.
And you didn’t question when Sasha pulled you away into her room, kissing down your neck as she slipped her fingers into your waistband.
“Wait, Sash,” you said, pulling away. “Your friends are just outside, they could hear us.”
“It’s fine,” Sasha said softly. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time.”
“But— they’re never here when we’re together.”
“Yeah they are, I’ve told you that.”
You looked at her, dumbfounded. “No, you havent,” you said, sure of yourself
“I think you’re just drunk,” she said, pressing you back down roughly. “Just relax, you don’t have to be so uptight all the time.”
You couldn’t tell she was manipulating you, trying to make you feel like you were the one causing the problem.
“They like meeting the girls I date, I mean, they probably think it’s cute.”
“What?”
“Yeah, you’ll probably get to know them really well tonight,” she said, and for the first time you realized what she was suggesting, the “tradition” she was talking about earlier.
“Sasha I—“
“Shhhh,” she said, sitting you up. “Just relax.”
"You can't just do whatever you want to me," you whined, words not matching your actions as you let her shift you around, sitting between her legs with your back to her as she hooked your legs over her knees, putting you on display in the little shorts you had decided to wear.
"I can, though. You never say no to me, do you?"
"Because I cant," you breathed, tilting your head back into the crook of her neck.
"So just relax," she said waving her teammates into the room. “Be a good girl for me.”
You felt the bed dip beside you as Annie, Ymir, Historia, and Mikasa climbed next to you, watching Sasha turn you around between her legs.
"She looks like a good one," Mikasa hummed, running her fingertips over one of your thighs.
"We'll see," Annie replied, turning on the video camera she had in hand.
You squirmed a bit in Sashas grasp as Mikasa’s nails dragged across your skin, up to and around your waistband. "Relax," she cooed, feeling you tense up. "We're gonna take real good care of you."
"What's your name?" Historia asked as Annie held the camera in front of you.
"___" you replied quietly.
"Speak up," Ymir said sternly.
"Be nice," Historia elbowed her.
Sasha picked up your jaw, tilting your head up towards the camera. "___" you replied, louder this time.
"That's pretty," Historia said sweetly, leaning closer to you.
"Who's first?" Sasha asked, the tone of her voice sending a chill down your spine, like she had said it a million times before.
"Me," Historia answered, climbing on top of you eagerly.
After Annie sat the camera down out as your eyes searched Historia’s blue ones, her hand stroking your hair softly and tucking a bit behind your ear.
Her soft features were enticing, almost making you forget the situation you were in. The gentle feeling of her hands made you relax.
"You're pretty," you slurred, making Historia smile.
“You sure you want this?” Historia asked. You nodded incoherently, not wanting to disappoint Sasha. “Good.”
"Lay her down," Ymir said, Sasha moving from behind you and letting you rest on her pillows.
Historia smiled sweetly as she kissed you softly, before starting to make out with you. There were a few coos from around the room as she worked on you, hands sliding under your shirt and pushing it up and over your head.
She went to unclip your bra, but Ymir stopped her. "Okay, that's enough," she said, trying to push Historia off of you.
"Wait your turn," Historia said, ignoring her.
You moaned softly as she pressed her thigh between your legs, hips automatically shifting towards her leg.
"You're sensitive," she smiled, applying more pressure.
She placed both of her hands on either side of your head as you started to grind on her thigh, small whimpers leaving your lips. You didn't know if it was the alcohol, but it didn't take long for you to get close to your orgasm, lost in a haze.
"Oh my god," Annie said.
"Is she gonna cum just from that?" Mikasa asked, watching you squirm around underneath historia.
"Are you?" Historia asked.
"Mhm," you nodded incoherently, legs clampling around historia's thigh as your orgasm washed over you.
"Holy fuck," Sasha said, looking over your fucked out expression. "She never did that for me."
Historia climbed off of you, proud of herself.
"And she's soaked," Mikasa added, running her fingertips over your damp panties.
The sensation made you shiver, still sensitive from your first orgasm.
Ymir came into your line of view as they all looked down at you. "You're not gonna return the favor?" she asked, voice as threatening as ever.
Your eyes darted over to Sasha, who sat in the corner of the room. She was the one you trusted, and she nodded. "Be good for me," her words echoed in your mind, and that's what you wanted to do.
"I- I am, I will" You said nervously, looking back over at historia.
You didn't even have time to move before Ymir's rough hands were flipping you onto your stomach and Historia was climbing in front of you.
You nervously hooked your fingers in the hem of her waistband, sliding her shorts down.
Historia's hand met the back of your head, pushing your face between her legs as you started to eat her out.
She had the same bored look on her face that Sasha always did when you were giving her head, except her eyes were on Ymir the entire time.
You felt a strong pair of hands pick you up by your waist, pulling you up onto your knees.
Annie pulled your panties down over your legs, running her fingers through your folds. You moaned softly as she gathered the wetness on her fingers, rubbing circles on your clit.
Your knees buckled as Mikasa came beside her pressing two fingers into you and giving you that same dizzy feeling that you resentfully loved.
"Hold her up," Annie said, and Mikasa gripped one of your thighs as she fingered you, spreading them apart to give them more access.
It was hard to focus on Historia as Annie and Mikasas fingers were relentlessly working on your cunt, working you up to your second orgasm.
"Tell her to stay still, Sasha," Historia groaned fustratedly, fingers threading into your hair as her thighs wrapped around your face.
"Let me help you," Ymir said, laying down next to you.
Historia moaned as Ymir started to finger her, pussy fluttering against your tongue a few minutes later as her orgasm washed over her.
You came again not soon after on Mikasas fingers, whining softly into the covers.
Mikasa licked off her fingers after pulling, them out of you, humming.
"Let me get a taste," Annie said, arching your back before she started to eat you out from behind. She was surprisingly hasty, lapping at your cunt like she was starved. It had your legs shaking as you came quickly again, already over sensitive.
Mikasa was already lining up to do the same before you pulled away from her, laying shakily on the covers.
"N-no more, I cant," you whined, tired out.
It was Sasha who picked your face up by your jaw. "Just give me a few more baby, okay?" she asked.
"I can't," you cried.
"You can," she replied, flipping you onto your back.
Mikasa eagerly crawled between your legs, gently rubbing her tounge up your slit. It made you twitch, and when she started to suck on your clit, it was overwhelming.
Broken moans left your lips as she ate your pussy, your arousal dripping onto the sheets as she did so. As overstimulated as you were you didn’t want her to stop, you didn’t want any of it to stop, the pleasure and attention and validation from Sasha.
"Oh god," you whined, and she pressed to fingers into you. "Fuck, 's too much," you whined, squirming around underneath her.
"Stay still," Mikasa said, and when you didn't, Ymir spread your legs apart for her, keeping you in place.
Annie and Historia did the same for your arms, and as much as you were overwhelmed, you didn't want Mikasa to stop.
You could see Sashas eyes on you as you started to come for the 4th time, fingers flexing as your back arched slightly off the bed.
Finally it was Ymir's turn, and she gave you a chance to catch your breath. You could see her taking out a strap and putting it on as you did so, but you didn't have the energy to protest.
She knew you didn't need any more prep, you already had cum dripping down your thighs, but still wanted to tease you, sliding her cock between your folds and making you whimper.
"She likes it from the back," Sasha piped in, and Ymir flipped you over with rough hands, arching your back slightly.
You shivered as she pressed her cock into you, walls squeezing around her as her hand had to hold you up by your hips.
She wasn't as rough as Sasha usually was, but the sensation still had your knees buckling, Ymirs free hand coming to press your face into the bed.
Your muffled moans and whimpers filled the room as Sasha went to pick the camera up, bringing it over to your face.
"You like being passed around like this?" she asked, picking your face up so your teary expression could be seen on the tape.
"Yes," you slurred, body jerking back and forth.
Sasha pointed the camera at the two of you, giving you a quick kiss. "Good girl," she smiled.
| A/N: A filthy Erwin Smith one shot |
| word count: 1027 |
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You sighed inwardly as you watched your lover hopelessly as he filled out what seemed like an endless amount of reports. It was after hours so it was way past curfew hours. You were tired and desperately wanted to go to bed but not without Erwin. This whole month you’ve been going to bed alone and waking up with him already gone. He’s been working himself extremely hard lately and you barely got any chance to see him.
“(Name), you should go to bed.” Erwin said not looking up from the report but he could feel your sleepy demeanor. You shook your head.
“Not without you.” You replied.
“I’ll be there shortly.” He said and you rolled your eyes.
“Nice try but you’ve used that one plenty of times this week.” You said in a bitter tone. For the first time Erwin looked up at you. He looked slightly shocked at your tone.
“You know I’m busy.” Erwin said.
“Yeah but too busy to even kiss me? For Maria’s sake Erwin I haven’t seen you since two nights ago!” You said as you feel your angry and sadness boil inside of you. Erwin stayed quiet.
“I’m leaving…” You said in a calm tone. You got up from the couch in his office and headed towards the door.
You felt a firm grasp on your upper arm and turned to see Erwin with a particularly worried look in his face.
“Where are you going?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.
“Away from you because you’re such a busy man. So busy in fact that he can’t even tell his girlfriend he loves her before he leaves for the whole day.” You said snatching your arm out of his hand.
Erwin sighed feeling extremely terrible for what he’s been doing. He’s been neglecting you and there’s no excuse for that. So he wanted to make it up to you in the best way possible.
Erwin leaned down and placed a kiss onto your lips before pulling away slightly.
“I’m sorry… let me make it up to you.” He said as he looked into your eyes. You couldn’t help but to melt at the sight of his piercing blue eyes. You nodded slowly and you soon felt yourself being picked up and headed towards Erwin’s bedroom.
“Mmm, you’re so strong.” You teased him with a playful tone.
“Oh, am I?” Erwin asked with a small smirk on his lips as he gently placed you on the bed. You nodded looking up at him biting your bottom lip slightly.
Erwin climbed on top of you and supported his weight on his arms which were place on both sides of your head.
“I’m sorry.” Erwin said as he looked into your eyes. You looked down and mumbled that it was okay.
“Let me make you feel good.” He said before crashing his lips onto yours.
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You stared down at Erwin as his head was between your legs. You could only see his blue eyes peering back up at you as his breath tickled your heat. You squirmed a bit as he separated your soaked lips.
“Look at that. So pretty and wet for me.” Your breath hitched as you felt him gently kiss your clit. You felt him rub tiny circles around your sensitive clit. The sensation was too much to handle so it made you buck your hips. Not long after Erwin added a single digit into your awaiting hole, pumping in and out at a slow pace. It seemed like he had already know where your sweet spot was because he kept hitting it making you whimper in pleasure.
His face alone was enough to make you cum, he looked so focused. He picked up the pace curving his finger a bit more then used his other hand to rub your bud. You felt something building up in the pit your your stomach and you knew you had to release.
“Erwin- I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You cried out and felt waves of pleasure wrack your body. The orgasm itself made you shake uncontrollably, tightening around Erwin’s finger. Erwin enjoyed seeing you come undone before him he couldn’t help but to imagine how tight you would be if his cock was buried inside you.
Erwin removed his finger from you and stood up. You saw his length was painfully hard and ready to release. You hit your lip feeing yourself getting wet again.
You lazily turned your body over and raised you ass in the air and looked back at Erwin with droopy eyes.
“Please fill me up, Commander.” You whimpered. Erwin’s cock twitch at the sight of you and the use of his title. It was such a turn on for him. Erwin got on the bed and positioned himself behind you. Wasting little time he slid his length into you slowly.
“Holy fuck, Erwin-” Your hands gripped at the bed sheets as he filled you up the the brim. Its been a while since you both have been intimate so his size definitely was doing a number on you.
“So tight..” Erwin mumbled to himself as he slowly watched his cock disappear inside of you. His hands gripped at your waist firmly as he started to pick up his pace.
You were a whimpering mess.
“Fuck me, Commander!” You cried out as he started to hit that one spot inside of you.
“You like it, huh? You’re so hungry for my cock aren’t you?” Erwin asked as he pounded into your body relentlessly.
“Look at you, taking it like a good girl.” Erwin’s thrusts were getting sloppier. He was close but you were closer.
You cried out as you felt a bubble of pleasure burst inside of you causing you to tighten around Erwin’s member.
“Cum inside me, Commander.” You said as your body was becoming limp. At this point he was just using you and you were completely okay with it. Erwin took on final thrust into you and released his cum deep inside of you.
Erwin pulled out slowly and watched his seed drip from you.
