levi doesn’t think that he deserves to feel good, not when he’s bed-bound from an injury, useless to anyone who might need him, so when you wake him with your pretty mouth, so soft and warm around his cock, he pushes you away.
“off, brat.” he sneers to hide his arousal, his confusion. he’s never been less deserving of your time or the rare gift of your body. why do you always insist on complicating things for him? “you can’t go one day without it?”
ignoring him, you push away his hands and wrap your wrist around his shaft.
“want to make you feel good.” your mouth closes over the tip, a low hum of delight sounding through your mouth when he immediately hardens. “that all right, captain?”
part of him wants to smack the impish smirk off your mouth, the other can’t help sinking into the usual pull of you, the something he can’t help but want.
“fine.” his hand melts into your hair, tightening on your scalp. “make it quick.”
before he falls into the bliss of your touch, he hears you say, in that insubordinate tone that never fails to stir his blood, “anything for you, sir.”
Summary: Levi is struggling to sleep so he finds solace in the comfort of your bed and arms.
Content Warnings: takes place after the events of The Rumbling, angst, mentions of death, depression, insomnia, and fluff.
Authors Note: just a cute little angsty/fluff blurb. I apologize for any mistakes, I’m typing this on my phone.
Levi can’t sleep at night. Given everything he’s gone through, it keeps him up. He’s tried everything; tea, sleeping pills, keeping his mind and body busy all day with the hope he crashes once his head hits the pillow only for him to lie awake for hours.
He thinks it’s the survivors guilt that keeps him up most nights. Why should he get to live when everyone he loves is dead and gone?
No, not everyone. He still had you.
You always had an “open door” policy with Levi when you moved in together. After the events of the rumbling, you knew that Levi needed someone with him to take care of him and to keep an eye on him. So you moved in together in a small cottage. That was a few weeks ago and you both were still dealing either with the aftermath of The Rumbling, you were just doing a better job at dealing with it.
Levi knew he shouldn’t bother you, this late in the evening, but he was exhausted and desperate for some kind of sleep. As he rose from his bed slowly, he grunted in pain from his injuries and began limping towards your bedroom across the hall. He got used to not being able to see out of his right eye and only having two fingers. It was the limp in his leg that continued to be a burden.
Not only were you always there to comfort him but you also took to tending his wounds. Levi never once felt like he was imposing or becoming a nuance to you because he knows how much you care for him.
Truth be told, Levi always had feelings for you but he never was one to act on it because he liked to take things slow, at his pace; especially now. You were fine waiting until he was ready to take the next step in whatever this relationship was. For now, you enjoyed the nights you two shared a bed.
Levi gently knocked on the door to your bedroom and waited for a few moments to see if you’d answer. When you did, his heart studded in his chest when he saw your sleep disheveled look; hair a mess and night shirt slightly askew.
“Levi?” You rub the sleep from your eyes so you could see him clearly. “Everything alright?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. “Can’t sleep.”
He didn’t need to explain why, you simply opened your bedroom door more so he could step inside. You motioned to his limp with a nod.
“Bothering you?”
He made a gruff noise in response before sitting on the edge of your bed. You never help him walk, atleast nowadays, because you knew how independent he was. In the first few days of his recovery, you pushed him around in the wheelchair and helped him to and from places.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Levi. I was having a wonderful dream before you woke me,” you teased while climbing into bed next to him.
You always made sure to lay on his right side so he could see you.
He let out a soft chuckle before carefully climbing underneath the covers with you. “Oh yeah, what about?”
“Oh just this gorgeous man with grey eyes and a sharp cheekbones. He has kind of an attitude though. Mostly for others. But not for me,” you sighed dreamily while hugging your pillow close to your chest.
“Must be some guy. Sorry about that.”
You winked. “The real guy is much better if I do say so.”
A warm blush covered Levi’s face as he made himself comfortable. Silence fell in the room as you both lay there staring into the darkness, the only sliver of light coming from the moonlight outside of your window. Levi looked breathtaking in it even with his scars. You knew he was self conscious about it especially the ones on his face. But you made sure to let him know how gorgeous he looked with them by kissing them any chance he would let you.
“What was it this time keeping you awake?” You asked after a while of silence.
Levi sighed, scratching at his chest. “I think it’s my bed. I can’t get comfortable.”
“I’ve told you, Levi. You’re always welcome to sleep in mine. You never have to ask,” you reminded him.
The corner of his lip turned up in a weak smile. “I know. I just feel terrible that I keep imposing on you.”
You rested a hand over his on his chest causing him to look down at you. “You never do. As much as I love helping you recover, I also love being close to you.”
You both liked each other, there wasn’t any hidden feelings. But again, you wanted to give Levi as much time as he needed. You were fine with taking things at his pace.
With his good hand, Levi squeezed yours. “I know. I’ve done things on my own for so long that I don’t know how to not feel like a burden.”
“You’re not,” you kissed his shoulder, the material of his shirt making your lips warm. “Plus, it helps that you’re so warm.”
Levi chuckled, a sound that warmed your heart, and gently turned on his side, back facing you. You snuggled up into his back to wrap your arm around him then left a kiss on his back.
“I still can’t believe you like being the little spoon,” you giggled.
Levi physically relaxed in your embrace, you could feel all the tension leave his body which made you hold him even tighter. You knew things weren’t going to be easy but you made a promise to him that you would never give up on him.
“If you tell anyone,” Levi grumbled.
“You’ll have to kill me. I know, I know.”
Snuggling up closer into his back, he grabbed your hand to leave soft kisses along your knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“You never have to thank me, Levi. Now, get some sleep.”
He did, like always whenever he was in your arms. Levi always slept the safest and soundest with you holding him.
tags. creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking
you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.
but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.
you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?
"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."
you incoherently moan your grievances—of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.
what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.
"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "but these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."
it's the thought that counts, though—his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.
"you see?"
then he thrusts inside.
god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.
"b-but, yeah," he rasps, then there goes another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again; you gape your mouth open, "never knew you like me—fuck, baby—this much."
hell you do like him so much; if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.
"mind repeating what you said earlier?"
which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.
"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much to let me do that, huh?"
"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."
his approving hum thereafter just tells how pleasured he'd be to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his body. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.
it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls. much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.
you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrists on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. when he buries his dick deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, as he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself. it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.
you two take your pretty time coming off your highs.
and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum drips from your cunt.
you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.
ERWIN smith, LEVI ackerman, WOLFGANG grimmer, KENZO tenma, GOJO satoru, AKI hayakawa, etc.
levi “my friends think i like to fight, but it's just not true. sometimes i lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i’ve never enjoyed it. i’m not a violent dog. i don't know why i bite” ackerman
Hc's of Levi Ackerman eating his girl out (aka you!)
MDNI, this is Levi x fembodied!reader smut, and this is my first time writing something smutty so this is not that good and i also became shy in the middle lol, not proofread.
Listen. When I say he's obsessed, it means OBSESSED
Totally just gets in there.
His clean freak tendencies that drive him crazy at a bit of mess? Poof. Gone. Nothing holds him back when it comes to his one and only. Especially when it comes to eating you out.
Will eat you out in any position - front, back, sitting on his face, anything.
You can probably bribe him or motivate him by offering to sit on his face later that night. He's that into it.
He would gently run his mouth down, kissing your inner thighs, and his breath would be warm and ticklish on your skin. He'll kiss his way down your body slowly and sensually, giving every inch of your hips, your gorgeous thighs he loves so much, and eventually your pussy, his ample attention and love.
He's a bit of a tease, and regardless of whether he's being gentle or rough, he takes his time to leave hickeys on your inner thighs around your entrance. Oh, and if he's not already pinning down your thighs and spreading them apart with his hands to expose your pussy for him? Then make sure to wrap those thighs around his head and lock them there. He'll go crazy but in the best of ways.
If he's doing foreplay and preparing you for his cock for sex he'll occasionally put his fingers in, first one then two, and then pump them in and out of your squelching hole gently while his tongue works on your clit at the same time.
For other times however, he just wants to eat so he'll hook his arms around your thighs, spread them, and get to enjoying his favourite meal.
Wasting even a single drop of your precious juices is a sin according to him. He'll lap it up.
Whether or not he has experience before you is something i'll leave upto you, but his mouth has skill.
He'll start off by admiring your pussy and then giving it a slow, gentle, loving lick, a broad stripe against your wet folds, to appreciate your taste.
His tongue spends a lot of time at your sensitive clit but he switches up his movements to make your squirm and scream.
He would run his tongue along your wet slit, tongue travelling to your sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it. When you moan, he simply smirks against your wet pussy and makes it wetter than before by flicking his tongue against your clit in circles, left to right, up to down, figure 8, and doing it again.
He would slowly insert his tongue and lap you up happily, and then go back to having fun with your clit, and then back again to your dripping hole.
If he's in a chill mood, I think he would like to take little breaks sometimes and simply admire your pretty pussy and the wetness that's dribbling out, before leaning in again and licking it right off of you.
Levi would totally tease you a lot when he's eating out your cunt. If he's feeling authoritative or playful, he'll tell you to beg if you wanna come. He'll keep that up, deny you your release and once you do finish, you'll get to rest if he's feeling merciful. Otherwise he's just gonna straight up overstimulate you, make you whimper and squirm as he makes you come on his tongue multiple times. He will leave you spent.
He doesn't care about the position as long as he gets to lick your pussy. From the front, from the back, top, standing, sitting, shower - he likes them all. But I think his favourite is one where you're lying on your back or maybe propped up on the headboard and he's facing you as he eats you out so that he can look at your face when you finish. Post war levi, however, probably prefers it if you sit right on top of his face.
If its post-war levi, you can defo feel the healed scar on his lips when he eats you out and feels SO damn good. A little ticklish, a little rough, but amazing and Levi knows it.
Loves loves LOVES to mark you up. He leaves little hickeys on your pelvic are and your hips and most definitely on your sensitive inner thighs.
If he could choose how to die, this is the way he'd wanna go.
Summary: He doesn’t say much, but Levi Ackerman never needed words to show what mattered. Through rain-soaked nights and unspoken glances, you slowly uncover the quiet kind of love, the one that stays.
Rain drums steadily against the rooftop of the old scout headquarters. The rest of the squad has long since gone to sleep, but you’re still awake, unable to quiet your thoughts, your fingers wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea.
You’re not surprised when he walks in.
Levi doesn’t make a sound, but you know his footsteps by now. You don’t look up immediately, and neither does he speak.
Instead, he pulls out the chair across from you and sits, letting the silence settle between you like a shared language.
He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. He never does.
But his eyes glance over your face briefly, reading you like a mission report, line by line, detail by detail.
You wonder if he notices how your hands tremble just slightly if he hears the tightness in your breath.
“I cleaned your gear,” he says, finally.
You blink, caught off guard. “You didn’t have to.”
“Tch.” He looks away. “You’re sloppy when you're tired.”
It’s not an insult.
Not really. With Levi, it's almost affection.
You sip your tea again.
Still warm enough to pretend you weren’t waiting for him. Still quiet enough to pretend this isn’t routine now, him finding you after difficult days.
Him sitting with you until the night feels less sharp around the edges.
“Why do you always come here?” you ask before you can stop yourself.
He doesn't look at you. “Why do you always stay?”
Silence again. Except this time, there’s a weight to it.
A shift in the air.
You stare at his hands, scarred, steady, fingers flexing ever so slightly where they rest against the table.
“I don’t know,” you say, voice softer than before. “Maybe I like being near you.”
Levi’s jaw tightens. He exhales through his nose, slow.
Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks.
“I’m not good at this.”
You look up.
He’s still not meeting your eyes. “People. Feelings. I’m... not good at it.”
Your heart stirs because in all the time you’ve known him, all the things you’ve fought through together, this might be the most vulnerable thing he’s ever said.
You reach across the table, not to take his hand, but to let yours rest nearby.
A quiet offering.
He doesn’t move away.
“You don’t have to be good at it,” you murmur. “Just... honest.”
Finally, Levi looks at you.
His gaze is intense, sharp as ever, but not cold.
Never cold with you.
Something in it flickers, something unspoken, something careful and fragile and fierce all at once.
“I don’t want you to get used to losing people,” he says.
And just like that, you understand.
He won’t say the word “love.”
Not yet. Maybe not ever.
But he’ll sit with you through the storm. He’ll clean your gear, bring your favourite tea, fight beside you like the world’s ending, and protect you like his world already would if you were gone.
You reach out, just a little closer.
His fingers twitch before brushing lightly against yours.
Just because of the simple fact that you're Levi Ackerman's partner, so his scariness has by association, traveled to you as well.
You're treated with respect, everyone listens to you and goes out of their way to help you because if word got back to Levi that you had been mistreated, well...
Let's just say that it never ends well for the person who has dared to disrespect you.
He is the most thoughtful partner ever. Acts of service is his love language. He will remember everything about you.
How you like your drink of choice, your favorite flower, your favorite foods, if you're cold he will wrap his emerald cloak around you.
Your favorite flowers will show up on your bedside table with a note whenever he is away for a long time, your favorite drink, like tea or coffee, will show up on your office desk whenever you're swamped with work.
He'll memorize your fears, your dreams, your likes and dislikes.
Levi pined after you for so long before ever daring to start anything with you it's not even funny.
He's lost so many people and the thought of losing you, too, made him feel so weak and he hated feeling that way.
But then eventually he realized that he loved you whether you knew it or not, and you had made a home for yourself deep in his heart, all without trying to, so he just decided to tell you how he felt.
And since then he has had so many nightmares of you dying.
He wakes up, from what little sleep he manages to get and immediately searches for you.
The sight of you sleeping soundly, soft and warm, at his side comforts him in ways you cannot even imagine.
You don't know obviously, because you're asleep, but he will pull you close and whisper how much he loves you, grateful you're not conscious to hear the crack in his voice.
Levi may not be able to reach things on the top shelf for you, but he will personally lift you up in his arms so you'll be able to reach it yourself. Showing off just how effortlessly strong he is.
Calls you "love" in private or whispers it in your ear whenever others cannot overhear him.
Whenever you suggestively call him "Captain" he will have you bent over his desk in 10 seconds flat.
You two have had sex in his office more times than you can count.
Lowkey calls you his "wife" before you're even officially married.
Especially if you're being hit on by another man.
Levi will sidle up to your side, glare ice cold daggers at the scum, wrap an arm around the small of your waist and say to them, "Are you bothering my wife?"
They'll take one look at humanity's strongest soldier, how if looks could kill they'd be six feet under already and scamper away like a frightened mouse.
Matter of fact, Levi already bought your wedding ring a long time ago and he keeps it in his uniforms pocket always.
So whenever Levi goes out on missions, and fights titans beyond the walls, he can feel the weight of that ring and know that he has someone to return home to.
He will propose to you once the battle has been won, when the War is finally over, but until that day he will keep that ring as a reminder.
A promise to you, and you don't even know it yet.
Incredibly protective, but not in a controlling way. He knows you can handle yourself but also, you're the love of his life, so he is always ready to defend you.
There isn't anything Levi wouldn't do for you and he would protect you with his life.
He figures, you are his heart, so he will do everything he can to make sure you're both safe and alive.
Notes: So a fandom a day... how's that sound? I'm feeling creative and reexploring old fandoms (since i finished all Sebastian's fics LOL). I've always wanted to write some Levi but never got it right. Just thought about a little scene and it came to life. Enjoy!
Summary: Levi wakes up from a nightmare to an empty, bloody bed and you nowhere to be seen.
Levi’s dreams were never kind.
How could they be in this lifetime? For a long period he thought all he was destined to know was pain, blood and sorrow. He even avoided sleeping when he could. It was a waste of time and a vulnerability anyways… until you appeared.
He knew what were going to be the consequences of letting someone in. All the constant worry that was going to blind him, and yet, he let it happen. You didn’t give him much of a choice really. It started with desperates nights of lust and seek of comfort and before he could stop it, he found himself worrying a little bit more about of your safety in the battle field, saving food so you could eat properly, letting you pass the night in his quarters after both of you having fucked out the outside world worries.
Now, he couldn’t even remember the last time you didn’t sleep in his bed by his side.
He got used to having nightmares of losing you, knowing so damn well that now this was his biggest fear. But tonight they were brutal. Dangerously graphic. Dangerously vivid.
He was running through a haze of smoke and blood, the sky burning with titan foam. His boots slammed against cobblestones slick with something he didn’t want to identify. All he could hear was your voice - screaming. Not in pain, but in terror. And then he saw you. Limp in his arms, blood soaking through your Survey Corps’ uniform.
Your eyes wide and lifeless. Your mouth still moving, whispering his name one last time before everything went black.
He woke up gasping.
His heart was pounding, lungs desperate for air that refused to come. He sat up abruptly, sweat clinging to his skin. The sheets twisted around his legs like a trap.
“(Y/n)?” Levi murmured, his voice low and rough. His eyes slowly adapting to the dark ambience of his room only illuminated by the moonlight.
He frowned when there was no response.
Quickly his hands started searching the space beside him where you're supposed to be, and his heart, that was starting to calm down from the horrifying dream, increased its beating in an impressive speed.
Your spot was cold. Empty.
Then he saw a smear of dark red on the sheets making his breathing stop.
Blood.
“Shit.” Levi cursed getting out of the bed in seconds. The fear returned like a hammer to his chest. He took a breath, trying to think straight and scanned the room: your boots were still by the door, your jacket forgotten on the chair, the windows closed. No sign of a struggle. And also no sound. He wasn’t a heavy sleeper, he was sure that if something had happened, he would have woken up. Wouldn't he?
He moved fast, bare feet silent on the wooden floor as he stalked toward the bathroom’s door in his room. Levi only noticed a faint light spilled beneath it before barging into it, without knocking.
You faced each other with wide eyes, both confused for different reasons. You were sitting in the bathtub, steam curling around you, hair in a messy bun.
“What the hell happened?” His voice cracked, low and desperate. He stepped into the room without hesitation, kneeling beside the bathtub. Levi cupped your cheeks with his slightly shaky hands. “Are you hurt?”
“What?” You whispered, still confused about his sudden interruption of your bath. “What- Levi, no. I’m fine”
His eyebrows frowned slightly one more time and he started to scan your body to find answers. Any sight of injuries that could have caused the stain. He could see your naked body through the water tinged faintly pink but what really got his attention were your arms hugging your lower belly. Oh.
“You got your period.” Levi sighed when it finally clicked in his head. His shoulders went down partly relieved, partly annoyed with himself for not getting it sooner.
“I woke up with really bad cramps.” You explained almost timidly starting to understand your boyfriend’s reaction. “I swear I tried to clean up the mess I made, but I couldn't change the sheets while you were sleeping…”
“Tch.” He exhaled slowly, finally feeling his heartbeat go back to normal. Levi gave you a light kiss on the forehead, exhausted, before getting up and exiting the bathroom, giving you privacy.
You let out a soft sigh, leaning back into the bathtub as you let your heart rate settle. At first, you thought he might be annoyed with you but giving it a second though - you knew there was more to that.
After some last minutes enjoying the heat of the water, you gathered courage to step out, wrapping yourself in a towel. It was a surprise when you found the bedroom already stripped: bloodied sheets gone, mattress cleaned. Fresh linen already halfway done.
“You didn’t had to do that” You exclaimed softly and he snorted, like he was telling you to shut up. He finished tucking the corners with military precision (Or maybe it was just Levi’s methodical personality) and indicated you the clean clothes he had separated, folded in the chair. Panties, black sweatpants and one grey oversized long sleeved shirt of his.
“Be right back.” He mumbled quietly passing through you, opening the front door of his bedroom that leaded to his office. You slowly got dressed still feeling some sharps pains in your stomach. Although it wasn’t like this subject was common among your girlfriends, through the years you eventually learned that you felt your period harder than the most. But honestly, considering all you went through in the daily Survey Corps’ routine, you always tried to not make this a big deal. You never even dared to say you were suffering from this little detail.
Levi returned just when you sat on the bed, your back against the headboard, making yourself comfortable under the blanket. You noticed a steaming mug in his hand.
“Ginger tea.” He said simply handing you the mug. “Good for cramps.”
“How the fuck do you-“ You stopped mid phrase realizing that this was Levi. Of course he would know what to do. Of course he would know how to take care of you. “Thank you, darling.”
The pet name, hardly never used in your relationship, slipped your lips before you could stop yourself. It felt appropriate to the feeling that warmed your chest when saw him being so careful towards you, a soft side of him that was reserved only for you.
“Sure.” He nodded sleepy, not seeming to mind the use of the pet name. Levi sat down besides you, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. He put his hand in your tight, starting to draw circles there with his thumb while you stayed quiet for some minutes, just appreciating the tea and the caress.
“You had a nightmare,” You said gently, finally evoking the subject. “You thought I was bleeding out.”
You tried continuing when he stayed quiet and you saw his jaw tightened.
“You were. In my dream. I couldn’t stop it. You were just… gone.” Levi admitted finally opening his eyes to stare at you. There were so much fragility in his grey eyes, that made your heart ache.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” You apologized letting the mug, now empty, in the headboard and moving your hand to squeeze his. You knew your reaction would be the same or worse if it was you that had woken up to an empty bloody bed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He looked down at your joined hands for a moment, before saying anything.
“Don’t ever try to handle it alone again. Not if you’re in pain. Not if something’s wrong. I don’t care if it’s blood or a damn papercut. Wake me up.” Levi said with his usually hard unbothered expression, and you couldn’t stop from noticing the drops of authority tone he used. Captain’s voice.
“I didn’t want to be a burden.” You admitted and his expression softened.
“You’re not. You never are.”
“It happens every month, it’s not a big deal.” You brushed it off although his words were still lingering in your head.
“No big deal but bleeds to the point of staining half of the bed and needing a hot bath to ease the pain.” He scoffs almost with a humorless laugh. “Inside of here you don’t need to hide these kind of things, (Y/N). Not from me.”
The honestly and urgency in his voice makes you stop. This man really did find his owns ways of saying ‘I love you’ to you everyday. You immediately put your hand in the back of his neck pulling him to a long chaste kiss, one that he happily accepted.
“Brat.” He whisper with his lips still glued to yours, making you chuckle. “C’m here, let’s try to sleep, I’m tired.”
He grumbled adjusting his position to lay in the bed, pulling you by your waist, connecting your back to his chest.
“I’m here.” You whispered reassuring him, pulling his hand to your lips, leaving a sightly kiss there.
He squeezed carefully his hand in your belly, leaving it there in hope that his warm would make you feel a little better.
