I figured if I actually want to become a fic writer I have to feed you some good content every once in a while, so here’s a little snippet of my current WIP.
Thank to my lovely mutuals who keep tagging me and don’t forget I exist @niki-yoshhhhh @newties-baby
Specially to those who have read some of my work these past months and gave your feedback @starfallenlevi @aphroditaeon @littlerequiem
His skin's warm, too warm almost.
Her fingers run along his collarbone, curling against his shoulders, their kisses grow sloppier, shorter.
Until they’re kissing desperately, her fingers roaming along his torso, neck, and shoulders.
She relishes the feeling of his scars, kissing her way over the corner of his mouth and the edge of his jaw, until her lips touch the pulse point where his neck begins and she halts for a moment, breath hard and uneven.
Levi drops his head to the side, eyes closed, giving her more skin to latch onto.
Here, take as much as you want.
Runa indulges and kisses, laps, and nibbles at his neck, the urgency and her motions resembling a feral, needy creature after a long period of starvation.
He’s taken aback for a few seconds, in which time ceases to exist, as he makes a quick account of memories he realizes…
He’s never been kissed with such hunger.
His chest tightens, mouth trembles, his fingers sink deeper into the firmness of her skin, one hand pressed hard on her back, the other her hip.
A small noise is let out in between kisses.
And she’s so pleased with his reaction she almost giggles, but resists and contents herself with more kisses against the side of his neck.
She brings them up to his jaw, kissing and sucking, delighted with the laborious breaths coming out of him, she has never heard him like that, he never seems tired during training and there’s always something cool about him slicing a titan's nape, like it costs him nothing.
