like all “Shut the fuck up, did I say you could fucking speak?” spitting at you when you’re panicking, blubbering out anything to get him to stop.
Originally he was just going to spank you until your skin had broken, until there were raw welts across your ass and thighs, bruised and sensitive to the slightest breeze. Levi would want you to remember and suffer with the pain for as long as he had to suffer and endure the pain of almost loosing you. The hurt of knowing that you’re still trying to run, still trying to get away from him.
But now he knows that the pain of a few smacks won’t be enough to convey the ache you put his heart through. The ripping, tearing, long-lasting suffering afflicting him whenever you show your disdain for him. He masks it with anger, with the poorly restrained attitude of a trainer correcting its pupil, but the hurt is still there.
Levi knows it’s all wrong, everything that he does to you. But in a twisted, fucked up way, you deserve it. Deserve it for catching his eye, and being nice to him even when he was a bitch (which was always), for letting things progress to this point - a relationship filled with suffering and heartache.
It’s all your fault.
That’s what he tells you when the man hisses at you to shut up again, delivering another resounding smack to your rear to convey the seriousness of his point.
“Brat. What did you think you’d gain from running? Huh?”
He’s so aggressive, pulling your hair, smacking you around, his hands stinging with the abuse he’s littering across your skin. When you attempt to garble out another plea for mercy, for forgiveness, Levi grabs your face in one hand and pinches, pulling you towards himself with a cruel expression. “You don’t get to ask for an ounce of goddamn mercy. I am being merciful, you stupid little shitstain.”
The sheets are smeared with the slightest bit of blood.
“Now be fucking quiet.”
You can’t help the yelps of pain that are smacked out of you when Levi’s hand connects to your raw flesh, immediately sobbing and biting your lip as tears soak the sheets, mingle with the blood.
Levi’s so pissed, he doesn’t care how hard you’re trying to be silent. With a growl of frustration, he grabs the back of your neck, hauling you up onto your knees on the bed.
A palm strikes hard against your cheek, whipping your head to the side and then it strikes again in the exact same spot.
“Are you so stupid that you can’t get it through that tiny fucking brain of yours - this is a punishment. I’m in charge. I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I own you.”
Your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton, you can’t stop the wretched sobs heaving from your chest. Levi is furious.
He maneuvers you until you’re on your hands and knees facing away from him, barely able to hold yourself up through the fuzzy panic filling your body, weighing you down and making you dizzy.
More spanking is expected, and you’re already struggling to brace yourself for the inevitable hit when instead, hot fingers covered in cold lube grip your ass, pull the cheeks apart.
Levi ignores the way your breath catches in your throat, how your body freezes completely and your tears start falling faster. He doesn’t care about your comfort right now, he’s trying to prove a point.
His nails are blunt and short - the man keeps his hands neat and clean. It just means you’re forced to feel the full sensation of Levi’s fingertips probing at your ass.
“You better relax, or else I’ll shove my entire fist up your ass and fuck you with it until you bleed out.” Levi snarls, and you realize you’re shaking terribly, almost convulsing as you force your hole to relax and stop clenching.
A finger worms it’s way inside, painful and entirely too fast, too soon. But Levi doesn’t care. You deserve to be in pain.
He only wants to work two fingers inside of you, just enough so that he can spread his digits and open your hole a little. Levi knows you’ll probably tear and bleed anyway tonight, but he’s not looking to actually kill you, so he squirts lube directly into your hole, sneering when you clench at the sensation and it makes a disgusting squelching sound.
“You aren’t trying to take a shit, stop that.”
As if you could control the way your body reacted to painful stimulus.
Levi fishes out his cock, doesn’t even bother with removing his clothes. He’s going to fuck some sense into you, make you understand pain and consequences, and then he’s going to leave you lying in a puddle of your own tears. You’re pathetic.
He taps his cock against your hole, jaw set in anger, thinking about how he’d felt to hear that you’d somehow gotten loose in the barracks, running through the halls and trying every single door, hoping to find a way out. Good thing all the cadets, all the staff - they knew to who where you belonged.
“L-Le-L-N-n-n” You managed, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You wanted to say no, tell him to stop, that you’d listen and be good and do whatever he said, if only he would please not do this.
But all your mushy syllables gained you was a violent slap to your rear, Levi seething. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you? Can’t do anything right, useless brat.”
And with that, he was pushing inside, forcing his way into your body, relentless and uncaring of the extreme pain he was putting you in.
A horrified wail tumbled from your lips, body jolting and spasming and struggling to lurch away from the assault, but Levi held you easily in place, exactly where he wanted you.
“Don’t, you brought this upon yourself.” He ground out, your walls squeezing the tip of his cock almost painfully, so tight and convulsing wildly as your body tried to force him out.
He was tired of talking, tired of trying to get through to you with words.
In no time, he was fully inside you, lube easing the way, blood joining and slicking your passage even more. As his hips pulled back, the gross mixture dripped to the bed below, staining his sheets. Levi was disgusted.
But he pushed forward, finding his rhythm with quick swings of his hips, pummeling your insides with barely a care for your wellbeing.
Maybe he was sick, but it felt good.
It felt good to see you in so much pain, mourning the choices you had made to lead up to this moment.
It felt good to feel you squeezing at his cock so intensely, body reacting in violent spasms that felt exciting and made Levi’s balls tingle.
Usually Levi would at least try to help you cum. A hand between your legs with he fucked you, fingers flicking against your clit. Having you ride him and control the pace so you could bounce until you reached your peak. Fingering you after your hole was loose and sloppy from his cock, curling his digits just so that they rubbed against your G-spot and made you squirm on each thrust.
But now Levi had no desire to make you feel good. You had made him feel awful; he was just returning the favor.
Seeing you like this, struggling underneath him to stay conscious through the hurt, crying and sobbing his name even though the man had told you to shut your fucking mouth, taking what he dished out....
Levi felt warm.
That stupid, syrupy warmth rising in his chest, threatening to spill out his mouth by way of foolish words.
“I love you.” Is what he wants to say, press himself down until he’s flush with your back, mouth next to your ear so he can shamefully whisper it just so you can hear.
You’re in so much pain, writhing and jolting, clawing at the sheets - Levi doubts you’d even understand him if he said anything at this point.
So he lets his body talk for him, hips speeding up as he felt his balls tighten, cock twitching inside your hole and you screech in agony. He won’t drag this out any longer, you’ve learned your lesson, remembered who it is you’re supposed to love.
Levi grabs your hips, clutches onto you with white knuckles and pounds home, faster and faster until he feels himself let go, cock twitching wildly as your hole squeezes him down.
When he pulls out, the cum that drips down your thighs is tinted pink.
I saw a Pinterest meme earlier making fun of this poor man bc everyone thinks he’s a sex-god but homeboy is rlly just a 40 yr old depressed virgin.
That got me thinking.
Virgin Levi who feels a bit insecure about sex, tries to rationalize his feelings of inadequacy away - it doesn’t matter that much, right?
Erwin brings pretty girl after pretty girl to his quarters every weeknight, sometimes even two or three on the weekends. Levi doesn’t feel bad for not having multiple partners, nor does he feel bad for not even having one. But when he does find the right person, are they going to be disappointed in his lack of experience?
In his fumbling hands, in his inexperienced maneuvering. The way he blushes and sweats the second he touches your body.
He’s Levi fucking Ackerman, dammit - he doesn’t need to feel so worried.
At least that's what he tries to tell himself.
The poor man hadn’t even really thought about sex and his lack of it until you entered the picture.
You with your pretty smile and charming personality, the one that Levi finds the most tolerable out of all humans he’s met. Levi is a bit scared and unsure, staying up late musing about a potential relationship with you, what that might look like.
And his mind dove down the rabbit hole of sex.
Sex.
A seemingly mind-blowing physical companionship for humans. You can be good at it, you can be bad at it, you can be okay at it.
Levi didn’t even know where to start.
He imagines he looks like a proper idiot, hanging around the younger, energetic cadets who have loose lips and like to brag about their escapades. The man learns certain terminology, is confused by others, but its not like there’s anyone he feels comfortable about asking for clarification.
Getting himself off never was a thing that Levi was super into. There’d be too much mess involved, it took too much work. He was rarely ever in the mood.
But with you around now, he wishes that he was able to be more efficient with making his erections go away. It becomes a major issue e very time you bend down, or lean over, or walk, or breathe, or do any-fucking-thing because apparently Levi is turning into a 13 year old with no control over his body.
It’s frustrating and time consuming.
When Levi does finally decide that he’s going to ask you to help him fix the mess you’ve made (the “mess” being his dick leaking precum all over the inside of his pants), you’re apt to refuse.
But Levi doesn’t really care about consent, doesn’t understand it. You’ve created a problem, now you’ve got to help him with it. Take responsibility. Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you get to tuck your tail and run.
Plenty of cadets hate cleaning duty with Captain Levi, but they’re forced to do it anyway.
This is practically no different.
It’s awkward for both of you - Levi is trying his hardest not to bust a nut right across your face as you jerk him off while on your knees (he’d heard cadets discussing cumming early, and he wasn’t about to humiliate himself in front of you by being so weak). You’re able to tell that you could breath on him and he’d cum, so you back off, stop, intent on giving him a breather, but when you Captain commands you to do something, you’re expected to do it.
It’s awkward when he fondles you, feels you up. Groping your body with inquisitive hands, pinching flesh, grabbing at the fat globes of your ass. He’s too harsh with his fingers.
He doesn’t know he can rut against your thigh when he’s playing with your tits. Doesn’t know that humping onto your leg might go unnoticed if he’s sucking at your face with a sloppy makeout.
You’ve had better.
It becomes more clear to you that Captain Levi is inexperienced with the way the man fumbles with sliding his cock into your hole, how you have to prepare yourself, how Levi doesn’t seem to know where to touch or what to do with his hands, his mouth, tongue.... even his dick.
But Levi is willing to learn. And he’s more than willing to force you to teach him.
The man doesn’t even have the faintest notion of what a kink is. He just wants to hump away while on top of your body, and that’s the extent of his knowledge. But he’ll learn.
He’ll develop tastes and preferences and find himself willing to experiment with you in the bedroom.
You’ll have to cooperate. It’s your duty as a cadet.
