⊱˙.✧ Well Earned
☆ Summary: After a grueling day of training, Levi decides you've earned a reward—and he's determined to make sure you enjoy it.
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Smut
☆ Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected piv, light praise kink, doggy, creampie
☆ Word Count: 1.2k
☆ Requested by @myfreespirit23 | Drabble game #1 #6 Do you think they heard us? Maybe we should give it a second round. Louder this time, just to be sure. #45 You've been good today, so spread your legs so I can fuck you with my tongue.
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☆ a/n: pls don’t ask for a part two I will reveal that the reader’s father is Zeke. if you ask for a part two, even jokingly, I will block you.
[ I could not find the original artist. If anyone knows who the OC is, please tell me so I can credit them properly! ]
Today was brutal: six hours of vertical maneuvering equipment drills, followed by three hours of hand-to-hand combat training that left your knuckles raw and your legs trembling.
Levi stares at you from across the mess hall. He hasn’t touched you all day—which isn’t abnormal, since he likes to keep a professional distance during the day, even though he shares your bed at night. The Scouts know, because how could they not? They see the way you interact everyday, the subtle shift in his gaze when you enter a room, how his orders to you carry an undercurrent of protectiveness that he extends to no one else. You’ve seen Hange smirk more than once when Levi had wordlessly refilled your water canteen before his own.
Now, he pushes the door open to his private quarters. Here, he’s yours, and you are his. Ranks dissolve. You become one.
“Strip,” he says, locking the door. His eyes have already begun their slow descent down your body. “You’re filthy.”
You peel away the sweat-stained uniform, watching as he does the same. He hangs his jacket, but his eyes never leave you. When you stand before him in nothing but the candlelight, skin flushed and marked with the day’s bruises, his expression softens.
“Come here,” he murmurs. You cross the small space between you, your breath hitching as his hands frame your waist. His thumbs trace the bones of your hips protruding against your skin, mapping the damage of the day. “You pushed too hard on the southern ridge today.”
“It’s fine,” you whisper. You don’t know what it is, but being this close to him after hours of forced separation—the captain barking orders across the training grounds while you drilled until your lungs burned—ignites a liquid heat low in your belly.
“It’s not fine,” he counters. He walks you backward until your knees hit the edge of his bed. The mattress is firm beneath you as you sink down. Levi follows, kneeling between your legs. His hands slide up your thighs, parting them. “But you performed well. Better than well.”
His breath ghosts against your inner thigh. You shift slightly, your fingers gripping his bedspread. The anticipation inside you coils tight, sharpening your senses until you can hear your heartbeat.
“You’ve been good today,” he says as he presses your knees wider, exposing you completely to his gaze. Those grey eyes, usually so cold and assessing in the field, burn now. “So spread your legs so I can fuck you with my tongue.”
You obey, the words sending a shockwave through you. You let your thighs fall open completely. Levi doesn’t hesitate—he never does, not when he’s dead set on a decision. He leans in, his mouth finding your cunt.
His tongue traces your folds, intent on drawing out every possible response. He licks you slowly, then swirls upward to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves, circling, then retreating and diving to your sex again.
“Levi,” you gasp. Your hips tilt toward his mouth involuntarily. One of his hands slides up to grip your hip, holding you steady.
Control. He always needs to control. Even here, even with his mouth on you and your taste on his lips, he’s your captain—demanding your surrender. And you give it, willingly, completely. Your head falls back against the mattress as he increases the pressure, tongue flicking in rapid strokes that have your hands flying to his hair, tangling in the dark strands.
He doesn’t rush. He builds your pleasure layer by layer. He brings two fingers up to press against your entrance, teasing before sliding deep. He pumps and curls in a rhythm that matches the working of his mouth. The dual sensation shatters you. All you can feel is the wet heat of his tongue, the stretch of his fingers, and the coil tightening in your lower abdomen.
Your release builds like a tide. When you cum, it crashes through you with such a force that your back bows off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat that you barely recognize as your own. Levi doesn’t relent, prolonging the spasms with gentle licks until you’re trembling and pushing at his shoulders with weak hands.
He rises then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The sight of him—kneeling between your legs, face flushed, lips swollen and glistening—sends a wave of heat through your already-spent body. You watch breathlessly as he sheds the remainder of his clothing.
“Turn over,” he commands. “Hands on the headboard.”
Your muscles protest, but you obey, crawling to the middle of the bed and pushing to your knees, gripping the wooden slats of the headboard. You feel completely exposed. You feel the mattress shift as he moves behind you, his hands gripping your hips.
He enters you in one smooth thrust, filling you so completely that your breath catches. Your forehead drops against your knuckles. The stretch burns perfectly, a sweet ache that has you pushing back against him, desperate for more. Levi groans, a low sound that vibrates through his chest. For a moment, he stills, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed against your shoulder blade.
This. This is what he needs after today—this surrender to intimacy and rapture.
Then he moves, and all coherent thoughts disappear. He sets a fast rhythm, each thrust pushing you forward against the headboard. He’s relentless, angling his hips to strike that deep, perfect spot inside you with every stroke. His hands are rough on your waist, pulling you back onto him with force that will surely leave bruises come morning.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You feel—so—”
You push back to meet him, your knuckles blanched against the wood. Your exhaustion from today has transformed into something more primal. A need to be claimed. Marked. Owned by a man who commands soldiers but trembles when he’s inside you.
Levi’s hand snakes around your hip, finding the swollen nub of your clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. You sob his rank and name in broken alternation—“Captain, Levi, please”—until the world whites out.
Your second climax rips through you violently. Your inner walls clamp down around him. He curses, his rhythm faltering. Three more deep thrusts and he buries himself all the way, his body pulling taut as he paints your inner walls. His teeth find the space where your neck and shoulder meet to muffle his own raw cry.
Silence crashes down, broken only by the sound of your mutual ragged breathing. He falls forward, his weight pressing you into the mattress for a moment before he shifts. He withdraws carefully and pulls you down with him. You lie against his chest, trembling, listening to the slowing thud of his heartbeat beneath your ear.
Levi’s fingers trace idle patterns along your spine. Then he tilts his head, his ear cocked toward the wall that separates his quarters from the general shared quarters corridor. A wicked smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
“Do you think they heard us?” he asks. His hand slides down to grip your ass. “Maybe we should give it a second round. Louder this time, just to be sure.”
You laugh, the sound muffled against his collarbone. You wonder if they did hear. And perhaps, if they did, you wonder if they know that their immaculate, terrifying captain is currently tangled in the sheets with you, planning to wreck you all over again.
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