he supposes it runs in the family. running away when you're close to something good. something that doesn't rely on survival. something normal that he could have, but... for the first time in his life he's scared.
he's terrified.
he barely makes the connection that he left you behind like that day in the underground city when he watched kenny's form diminish.
but here you were in front of him.
unlike him, you chased the warmth you wanted so badly. the wisps, the almosts, the barely.
the way his cold fingers would dance over yours, just barely slotting between yours before pulling away. the way he'd cup your face, staring into your eyes as he gravitated towards you just to plant a ghost of a kiss against your forehead. the breath that just about carried the words "can i come in?" to the tip of his tongue as you stood in the threshold of your room.
you'd cornered him, for lack of a better word. you would've felt pathetic if you didn't want it so badly— him. keeping your tears at bay, holding them like a pill you refused to swallow right in the center of your throat as you asked him why he started avoiding you. why he stopped looking at you all together. even a command that came so naturally for captain had levi turning his cheek to you like he couldn't bare to acknowledge your being.
you'd asked him what he was so scared of because you could read him like a book, always have.
was he scared of loving you? how could he when he was always right there? looking at you with eyes filled with so much affection you felt like your heart would burst. his scoldings after missions that extended a bit too far past what a captain would say.
was it the sea of the unknown that brought waves tall enough to knock you out and wash you away?
"how can you look at me like that? like you see forever when you look at me." he choked softly, voice deep and rumbly. his hand cupping your cheek, eyes full of fear darting back and forth between yours like they held the answer. his heart aching when your eyes fluttered closed because he didn't know that he looked at you the same way. what he subconsciously avoided when he couldn't bare to meet your gaze.
you leaned into his touch, hanging onto almost in the hope that it wouldn't disappear like it always had. you could feel it. the way his palms shook against your cheek. how he forced an out in front of you "i'm not cut out for that life. a boyfriend. a husband. i can't give you what you want."
and you wanted to rip your hair out because all you wanted was him.
you'd finally peeled your eyes open. it left him breathless. his heart stopping in his chest because where he expected tears and brokenness he found determination and fire. he was defenseless.
"family" you corrected him. that's what he was trying to explain, that's what he saw when he looked at you and him. "not cut out for it? it's something you deserve."
you had more to say. you wanted to tell him that as long as he was by your side he'd give you something you wouldn't have imagined you'd get in the next hundred lifetimes, but suddenly his lips were in yours.
he'd kissed you on the lips.
hands squishing your face not like he was scared he'd lose you. not this time. like he was finally choosing something he wanted. picking it up with his own two hands. holding it close because you told him he could.
he walked you back to your room in the barracks, a smile spreading across your face as he intertwined his fingers with yours. and as you stood in the threshold of your room he squeezed your hand in his, the words you'd longed to hear barely leaving his lips before you pulled him right in. your laugh like popping bubbles as you shut the door behind you.
you wouldn't let him run anymore, not that he would ever think to do so again.
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A/N : i can't be the only one obsessed with Sailor Song right now. brought to you by pain meds that aren't taking the pain away.
cw: post war levi, angst, oral sex (f receiving), finger fucking, mentions of Erwin being deceased, uhh you stick your fingers in his mouth, gaslighting/guilt tripping, generally just not a healthy relationship, trauma bond, dubcon(?)
He doesn't need love.
Levi has settled on this since he came back from the war. He has to atone for his sins, he thinks, no one can expect him to come back from that hell expecting a happy ending. He knows the tears that fill your eyes when he meets your gaze is one of relief. He can feel himself melt into your touch, the one that he knew shouldn't be for him.
He thinks he doesn't deserve it. The kindness that you show Levi is overwhelming and when he sees you all he can think about is him, carrying his lifeless body to his final resting place, your scream when he handed you his bolo tie, your tears when you were given permission to enter his old office. He made sure you got the privacy you needed when you were going through his things, kept his distance and pretended not to hear you cycle through your emotions.
God, he remembers the anger that consumed you and the sound of glass hitting the walls when you find the flowers you had placed on Erwin's desk had wilted. They were white roses, pure, sturdy, and full of life but seeing them again must have pissed you off. When he walked back in to check on you he saw the water spilled everywhere and you were-- no, everything was wrecked. The office thrown askew, maybe because you couldn't stand the sight of how organized it was, how his office was still so him. He didn't say anything when you were sobbing on the floor. He didn't know what to say really, how do you comfort a heartache that you didn't cause?
He wonders if your heart break then feels anything like the one he has now. It feels like his bones ache, his chest is too heavy, its too hard to breathe, and he just can't fucking look at you without the tears threatening to build up again. Levi doesn't know if it was the trauma of losing so many people around him or if it was just that you both lost someone you mutually held close to ,even if the reasons were different, he thinks that things would have been different if he had been more careful, if he knew that you would cling onto the broken bond you both now share, he would have pushed you away sooner.
He can feel you cry at night even if you think he's asleep.
Levi doesn't cry. That's what everyone says and you don't argue. He rarely smiles so it must be even more scarce for him to cry.
Levi won't confess that he did cry. You won't ever know what he saw when he fulfilled his vow to Erwin or when he finally, finally saw the faces of those who devoted their heart. He won't ever admit to crying because he doesn't deserve to cry.
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"Levi"
He lets you reach out to him, to place your hand in his left hand like he's the one who invited you to sit out with him. You always make sure to sit to his right, where he still has his good eye.
In the evenings he spends his time sitting on the small porch outside, the pretty outdoor furniture your doing, and spends it reflecting on every minute detail of his actions. Your hand is soft and gentle in his and he can't help but feel wrong for holding something so pure in his fetid grasp.
"Hey," he says, his mouth is dry. He looks up at the sky, hoping that the clouds or whatever higher power there is to show mercy to him and allow him to express what he feels.
You look so attentively, he knows why Erwin held you so close. You're beautiful, kind, and so fucking warm-hearted it makes him crazy.
He can't hold your gaze for very long, he wishes he was better at this. God, why couldn't Erwin be here with you instead? It would spare him from breaking.
"Let's go inside" is all he manages. He feels pathetic.
You nod. Helping him up because his leg--isn't fully healed yet. He permits you to do this much. When he leans against you, you're reminded that despite his injuries he's still pure muscle, still strong. When you guide him to the bedroom he catches glimpse of Erwin's bolo tie. It haunts him, snaps him back to reality that he owes these little moments of peace and helplessness to you. It makes you happy to help and suddenly he remembers when you would fasten Erwin's bolo tie. You did it for him the day he died.
When you finally make it past the threshold of the bedroom he tells you to sit down with him on the bed. You oblige, never one to argue.
He feels the bed shift under your weight. You're looking down at his right hand, the one that makes him so self conscious.
"Look at me." He glances at the bolo tie again before meeting your eyes.
He's good at creating tension. You know that it's not on purpose, he doesn't mean to make people squirm under his gaze but he's the Captain Levi of the Scouts, sometimes you can't help but grow uncomfortable when he studies you so intently. He longs for you to be the exception to this but he can't bring himself to soften his gaze.
Not with what he's about to tell you.
His eyes burn into yours and you feel hot. You try and keep your breathing level, it's your attempt at concealing how nervous you are right now. He's handsome in this lighting and you catch how his pupils dilate.
"Lev--"
"I'm sorry."
It's strange, he thinks, to apologize for something that he hasn't even spoken about to you since Erwin passed.
"I'm sorry that it's me and not him."
You scoot closer to him, grabbing his right hand and placing it into yours. He hardly lets you hold his right hand, let alone bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on his ring finger.
"Don't apologize" you whisper.
He lets you guide his hand to your chest, where it's warm and he can feel your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your breathing. He should stop you now, finish telling you what he has decided, but he can't. Not when you look at him with pleading eyes, letting go of his hand to stand up and strip down to the satin camisole and panties under your clothes. The ones that you had bought for him.
The pang of guilt and arousal hit the pit of his stomach. This view wasn't his to start with, but Levi is only a man, he can't deny your beauty or that you make his cock ache when you take his right hand in yours again and guide his touch where you need it most.
You place your knee in between his legs, you can feel his erection through his pants when you guide his hand under the hem of your top to touch the warmth of your skin. Goosebumps rise where you trail his hand, you shiver when his thumb brushes along the underside of your breast.
He doesn't mean to grind against your leg, but fuck, the pressure feels good. You look ethereal in front of him, looking down at him like he's the one you've always wanted all along. He rolls his hips again and it gives him enough friction against his length to satiate the desire that's clouding the entire reason he brought you in here.
"Levi" your lips are so pretty, they look so soft when your part them and whine. You place your free hand on his should, giving him a slight push, not strong enough to actually move him.
He knows when you want, you've done this before. He'll adjust himself on the bed, sitting back enough that your knee is still in between his legs, right against the heat of his erection and your other knee keeping him in place by practically straddling his right thigh.
"Hey" he uses his other hand to pinch the soft of your thigh. He hoped his voiced wouldn't have wavered, that he could have looked at you with more authority to spare your dignity and bring you back to the unfortunate reality that awaits you.
"No." you respond, silencing him when you press your fingers into his mouth. God, you can feel how hard he is against your knee, his cock twitching and leaky. It makes you hot, arousal pooling in between your legs.
You push down on his tongue, watching how his brows furrow, how his spit pools around your digits, moving them in his mouth until your pinching his tongue with your thumb and index finger.
His eyes meet yours and you smirk down at him. His right hand is traveling up the inside of your thigh, ring finger hooking at the waistband of your panties to pull and let it snap back against your skin. He does it again, pulling his head back to get your fingers out of his mouth.
You let out a quiet moan when his thumb finds your clothed clit. He circles it there for a moment, his ring finger pressing where your slit is, making sure a wet patch forms on the fabric of your panties before he finally uses his other hand to slide them down your thighs, letting them bunch up mid way.
His mouth waters at the string of your arousal that connects your cunt to your panties. He can't think, you entice him entirely too easy. Did you do this to Erwin?
He can hear your breath hitch.
"Do you miss him?" he asks, thumb finding your clit again, this time his ring finger slips past the tight entrance of your pussy. He watches your head fall back in pleasure before his starts moving. He always starts like this, slow and suspenseful because he loves building you up.
"What?" you huff, moaning because you know that he always finger fucks you like he has to prove that he doesn't need to use his good hand. He can do it this way, thumb drawing the most delicious circles and his ring and pinky finger hooking against that sweet spot inside of you that clouds your sense.
"Do you miss him?" he repeats. This stops the motion of his thumb, letting the full length of his fingers delve into your wet heat. He presses a kiss to your clit, groaning when you push his head further into you. His tongue slipping between your folds, a small part of you feels bad because you're sure he's aching in the confines of his pants when he grinds himself against you.
"Levi" you squeal, his good hand keeping you in place while he sucks, licks, and nips at your clit. He can't deny how beautiful it is to watch you fall apart for him, to cry out his name while he fingers you. The muscles in his arm are taut with how he's fucking into you, he sucks on your clit again. It's messy, he eats you in the most carnal way, doesn't care that his mouth and chin are covered in his spit and your essence.
He pulls away again. Fingers squelching when he finds the exact pace and speed to have you melt.
"Do you miss him?" he pants, his breath only makes you grow hotter and your hips can't stop from matching the rhythm of his fingers, you dig your nails into his scalp, attempt to pull him away when he delves back in to suck on your clit.
He drags the flat of his tongue up your clit, your eyes rolling into the back of your head because you know he's teasing you. You know it and you hate it.
"Do you wish it was him?" He knows your close, fingers finding that spot again, his grip has you planted right where he wants you, "You wish it was him and not me, huh? Want to pretend I'm him don't you? You're so fucked. So fucked."
"Fuck, did you squeeze his fingers like this too? You think he'd be mad that you whored yourself out to me? He trusted me you know."
You cry out when he uses more force, you can feel the stickyness of his precum against your leg from how he's grinding against you. You can't speak. This is his favorite part, where he keeps you and your high and keeps agitating you, when you keep cumming and cumming and he keeps spewing nonsense.
"I'm not him, you know? I don't deserve this, you deserve better, but fuck-- you're so damn good."
He should be ashamed, he's never acted like this before. Your moans get louder, pleading for him. He engraves this moment into his head, loves the way you say "Levi, fuck please, please."
He has you right at the edge, toying with you, pushing you to fall over the edge into pleasure. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers again and he's panting, pressing a kiss to your navel and he's cumming, nipping at your skin when he does.
You're both left panting, using each other to stay upright before you begin to move into more comfortable positions. You catch a glimpse of the wet patch on his pants, his cum is sticky and hot, and you know it's probably uncomfortable for him.
He cleans you both up, because that's what he always does, even if it takes him a little bit longer to get around because of his healing body, he thinks that it's the least he should do for you. It's one of the ways he can apologize for indulging into you.
"You didn't answer me. " he guides you to the plush of the bed, your spot next to him. He practically dressed you in your nightgown. You don't reply, only feeling frustration being to spread where arousal once was.
"Do you wish Erwin was here?"
You don't answer.
"I know you do. I know that it's so fucked up that I came home and he--"
"Levi, what the fuck are you talking about?"
He doesn't say anything. The look on his face is somber and it transports you back to that time, then it hits you. The heartbreak again, the suffocating one that makes you feel like you wouldn't survive.
It's happening.
Oh.
It's happening again.
Your chest hurts when you look at him like when someone you love is being ripped away from you and that can't stop it.
He feels guilty.
"I think that your love is misplaced. That you have given me a part of you that should have never been mine to begin with," he explains, he struggles to get up again, but he does it by himself. His gaze is harsh again, like when he was forced to look at Zeke.
"It shouldn't have been mine. You aren't mine." He walks over to the door, "I'm sorry" he whispers, opening the door, insinuating for you to leave. "It always felt like I was betraying him."
He watches your bottom lip wobble, wouldn't fight back if you threw him on the ground right now.
"He's dead, Levi." your voice breaks and the weight of his words hit you.
"God, you think this whole time I've been with you because I'm misplaced? Fuck you! I'm not fucked. You are. "
You grab your clothes, huffing and crying. He wishes you would hit him, throw him down, insult him, fuck, he wishes you would say that he is right, your feelings for him weren't actually for him to begin with.
You don't though. When you make eye contact he notices that your eyes are full of tears. You're wearing the same facial expression you made when you learned that Erwin was dead.
tags: sugar daddy & contract killer au, toxic relationships, non graphic sex
words: 4.9k
note: hey guys, who's reading? *silence* *tumbleweed* hope u guys like it :)
★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5
⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.
(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.
Levi’s not a gentleman.
Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least.
If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.
“It will be nice.”
Levi, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.
“Are you listening to me?”
“No,” Levi replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.
A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.
This red light drags forever, and Levi sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”
It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Levi. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”
“We do that all the time,” Levi says.
“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”
Levi bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family.”
“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Erwin, and Sasha and whoever.”
Levi nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”
“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything.”
Levi wants to forget, but he doesn’t.
Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Erwin.
Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.
So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode.
Sasha definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Levi acts uncomfortable about the way Erwin sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm.
Actually, all Levi is thinking about is the moment that they got here.
“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Erwin’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table.
Erwin sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Sasha sips nervously from her glass as Erwin laughs again at something you said.
Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.
“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Erwin says.
One of Levi’s other friends, Mike (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.
Erwin once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Levi passes Erwin at the door, he glares at Erwin with eyes that could murder.
Erwin doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Erwin can even move towards the table, Levi curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.
“Here you go, sweetheart, let me sit next to you,” Levi says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing.
Erwin says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Levi to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.
(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.
“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”
“I own this dump.”
You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”
“Say dump one more time,” Levi warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair.
It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.
The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.
“What are you watching?”
Levi moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.
“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”
“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you.
He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.
You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”
“Linda Cardellini?” Levi asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”
“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.
Levi wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.
“Good day?” you ask quietly.
He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.
“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”
You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.
(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.
Levi travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.
He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.
Levi sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away.
Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters.
When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.
Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom.
This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.
“Y/N?”
There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.
“Babe, you here?”
Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Levi scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.
“Y/N?” calls Levi. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.
“What?” he asks.
“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?
Levi enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.
“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”
“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the losers in my class came to class with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.”
He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls.
“Guess he had a cold.”
He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains.
Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.
“Shitty kids,” Levi grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet.
You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.
Levi looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson.
There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.
“How long you had it?” Levi asks.
“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”
He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”
You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here. And I went out to see who it was when Mike came by to get your big kitty.”
Another sniff and Levi’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”
“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”
“Really?”
Levi nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”
(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.
“Who even takes the subway anymore?”
In reply, Levi gets an appalled scoff.
“I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”
“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Levi says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth.
He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner.
Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.
As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Levi became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace.
So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Levi tested his skills and dug out the sewing needle.
“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”
“Need to what, pay you?” Levi laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”
“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”
“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”
You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs.
Levi spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.
“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it.
(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.
“I think I’m pregnant.”
“What the fuck?”
Levi shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you.
Whenever Levi invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy.
His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.
In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Levi can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling.
After he stares long enough, you look over at him.
“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.
“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.
He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”
Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”
“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Levi questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this.
Levi never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.
“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”
Levi shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re…you know…”
“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand.
As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe.
He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.
“Like what?”
You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice cream.”
Levi scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course you’re craving the most expensive ice cream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “Not even the best flavour, by the way.”
“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”
“As if,” Levi barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying.
So, Levi enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.
“Ouch, too bright!”
“Grow up,” he smirks. “Move, get your coat, we’re going out.”
“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”
“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving.”
“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.
“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”
Levi grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazier to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.
(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.
You’re the best he’s had, really.
Levi knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money.
Although scary, it’s reassuring.
Levi comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video for your class that bores you to sleep.
Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Forty minutes into an hour video.
Levi narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time.
When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.
As you watch, Levi moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen.
Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.
He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.
(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.
It’s not just that. Levi enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.
Until then, you must sleep.
He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed.
Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door.
There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.
(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.
Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Levi isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity.
He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people along the Han river waiting for the fireworks — he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?
“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“That stings,” Levi replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Levi rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”
“Heard it all before from my mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”
Levi presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”
“I’m bored.”
“Why are you so hard to please today?” Levi groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”
You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”
Levi shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.
“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”
You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”
Levi brushes it off.
Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Levi actually considers you a friend.
Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago.
An unspoken thing hangs there like mistletoe, seen but prayed away.
Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of the river and bridge, and Levi feels you perk in his arms.
As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Levi hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs.
You jump, because his hands are freezing.
“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”
Levi shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”
You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”
“They feel warmer already,” he continues.
(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite
On the rare occasion that guilt really overwhelmingly consumes Levi Ackerman, he allows his guilt to control his feet.
Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway.
Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Levi isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression.
You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?
“Here is your dessert.”
The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Levi carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.
He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Levi is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.
“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”
“I didn’t make it,” he replies.
You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”
Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Levi twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the dessert.
He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get it.
He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder.
Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.
After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Levi, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.
“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”
Levi shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”
“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.
“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”
You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”
He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”
Your eyes light up, “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you!”
Levi rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.
(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.
You don’t quite know how you ended up at Levi’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Erwin swinging by to get you from school since Levi felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Erwin drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.
Levi’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention.
As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Levi’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.
Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass.
Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Levi’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.
You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.
The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Levi at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on.
Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.
Levi, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch.
He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows.
God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.
A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair.
Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?
Would you die?
Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.
It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Levi returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Levi’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass.
For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed.
Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.
(Later, Levi finds you in Erwin’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.
“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”
“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”
You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”
Levi laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)
Plot: After Sashas dead reader finds out she's pregnant and finds Hange and Levi after Hange saves his life, she decides to give him the news and it gets very fluffy and cheesy
Hange was the only one who knew about it, actually she was the one who found out
Levi was already sent on his mission to bodyguard or better say look after Zeke by then.
Since the moment you arrived back at paradise and he left. your nauseas, which you told yourself were caused by that machine onyankapon had made you, did not stop
Not much longer after that you started to feel hungry every so often and with pretty specific desires
Those were pretty clear symptoms and even if you tried not to think about it, the very first day your period did not arrive you knew it
And hange confirmed it, yes, you were pregnant, and not from a long time, maybe a week or two
You were a doctor after all, your job on the survey corps was not so much about fighting but healing so you could still work in your new state
And you would wait until Levi came back to tell him personally, even although you felt like you would lose him anytime soon since Sasha's death
You had also claimed that your easy tears at almost everything were caused from losing your friend but maybe your pregnant hormones were taking part on it too
You had a new mission assigned by your commander, assisting Queen Historia's whenever she would go on labor, you were a doctor, you were the captain of the survey corps medical forces
And you had a good amount of soldiers protecting the queen and yourself
It did not take a lot for Historia to give birth, she was a strong girl and you were one of her closest friends, the pain of the labour was horrible but the scenario was quite comfortable for a queen in the middle of both a civil and a world war
It was late at night, the little cries of the child stopped and Historia smiled at you, reassuring you that everything was alright and that you could leave
But you still couldn't sleep, you felt it in your stomach, since the moment you attacked Marley you knew you would lose Levi, you felt it inside of you
Just after Historias baby was born Erens voice sounded on your head, claiming he would exterminate this world, it made you even more worried now
And during Historia's labour a horrible thunder had sounded just were Levi was supposed to be
You had seen Eren and Armin become titans too many times to ignore what that meant
But your husband was strong, he would kill Zeke if needed, you knew it, he would come back to you as he promised the last night you spent together
The night was starting to end and your cup of tea, which you chose as a drink just because it reminded you of Levi, was almost empty when you saw a human silhouette with a wooden cart approaching the little farm the queen was hiding in
Adjusting your OCD gear to your hips and taking your swords in your hands you approached them
You were one of the soldiers protecting Historia after all, you could fight against whoever came to attack the queen and her just born baby
Changing from one tree to another, trying to be as silent as the ODM allowed you, you managed to find the perfect spot to rest until they were at your sight, ready to die
Once the soldier's back was before you you jumped on it, pressing your swords on their throat
And then you realised who they were
"Hange-"
"Oh YN come one, you almost kill your own commander"
"I... I'm sorry I thought you were jeagerists trying to attack Historia"
"And you came here all alone? In your state?"
"State? Are you sick? Are you hurt?" A familiar voice came from the carriage and your heart skipped a beat when you found your husband laying on it, with his face covered on bends and recent still soaking blood
"Baby!" You ran towards him taking his hands between yours "You are the one hurt! What happened?"
"Zeke-" Hange started but two new figures you did not see until now cut both of you off
Again, ready to fight, you pointed your swords against the titan
"They are with us, we have the same goal, don't worry" Levi explained to you
"What's in that house?" The titan girl asked and, even if they were now on your team you would not reveal your queen's hide to anyone that easily
"It's our house, I had to leave the survey corps recently,we will have a baby soon and Hange was just bringing my husband home I suppose right?"
'Yes, it's more viable for her to save his life than anyone else, I had never met a better doctor than her and it's their home after all" Hange followed your excuse, making sure no one found about Historias residence
"I'm going with you" you declared
"You should stay here" Hange tried to encode the fact that you had a mission on that house
"Everything I had to do here is already done, I have to be with you now" you prayed she would understand the meaning of your words, 'Historia's baby is already born and she is fine, they don't need me here'
Hange smiled
"Fine then" she did understand you, years of friendship definitely made your bond stronger by now
With a little jump you joined your husband on his carriage, deciding that you would not leave his side if it wasn't absolutely necessary
Your arms wrapped his body as soon as you could reach him, leaving little kisses on his hair as it was the only part of him who seemed to be intact
"I'm so sorry darling, It's my fault I should have killed him or become a titan myself and eat him but... I couldn't. I wanted to torture him for what he did to Erwin, it was my fault, I failed, I failed as a soldier and I failed to our promise, I would have died if it wasn't for Hange and he escaped"
"You did not fail, as a soldier your mission was to look after Zeke, our teammates drank wine and failed, you fought and followed Prixivs orders, he wanted Zeke alive to pass him to anyone else and..." you gulped, tears forming again at the only thought of losing him "you would have broke out promise, you would have killed you, only 13 years left with you is not what you promised"
"You fulfilled your promise, you came back to me" again your eyes were wet, they did not stop tearing up since the moment you saw your love in such a bad state and you knew you would have to let them out at some moment "You came back to your family"
"Family?"
"that thing I said to protect Historias little secret... it has some truth on it... I..." you tried to sound as happy and confident as possible
"I am pregnant" a little smile crossed your lips the moment you said it, you had been daydreaming about Levi's reaction since the moment you knew you were waiting
But you knew your husband well, as much as you would have loved him to hug you and tear up smiling and thanking you, none of this was what he wanted, it wasn't what you wanted either until you felt the little baby grow inside of you
Not that you actually felt it, it was incredibly small and had no life yet
But you grew attached to the idea of your own child the moment you threw up holding your stomach like a baby instead of a painful organ
"I know this is not what we wanted, I know that bringing a child to this world is selfish and stupid and that I'm being a horrible mother not getting rid of the baby, they would be better dead that living on this shitty place but-" you stopped, trying to find the words to explain to him "but I am their mother, I'm being extremely selfish I know but I want this now, since the moment I spoke with my father on Pixivs torture room, since the moment I understood that he hated me for having my mom's face... I haven't stopped thinking about having a baby with your face, your hair, your bad temper" a slight laugh came out of you "I'm being a piece of shit with this but-" Your husband's lips pressed against yours to shut you up
"I wanna keep it, I want that baby too" he said, whispering into your lips
"Thank you" you whispered letting some of your tears finally fall out and hiding your face in his neck
"Thank you?" He laughed
"Thanks for loving me and our baby, and... for coming back and... for everything, ever"
"Our baby..." Levi was no longer in this world, his eyes glued to the ground, spacing out
"Are you... happy?" As much as you tried to hide it, your voice trembled, scared of Levi's feelings
"I don't know" you didn't either when you first found out "I'm scared and I do wanna have the baby, that's all I know"
"That's all I knew at first too" you smiled, taking his hand on yours and placing them both on your tummy "I know there is nothing to feel here but I started to think about a baby made of both of us... just here inside of me and... I love them so much already"
Hus eyes were staring at both your hands and the place were at some point a little kick making you feel your child would be felt
"Whenever I was scared something would happen to you with Zeke I would just speak to my belly, hug it and talk about how their father sure is alright and will come back"
"Or when I had to puk out something, I would just tell them if they did not like that" you stupidly smiled "You know, our baby really hates anything with tomato"
"You love tomatoes"
"Not anymore" you laugh "I know they aren't even alive yet but I... they are our baby, our little perfect mix of both of us and they have preferences and they get anxious too, since the moment I saw that lighting I was not the only one worried for you, I know they were too, I already love this baby, darling"
"It's not even something rational but I can already think about them on your shoulders to try and reach a three we could plant on our house, I can already think about owning a house of our own instead of sleeping on the survey corps dorms" a slight laugh came out of his lips this time "and I can think about leaving this war, once it ends, leaving the survey corps and bringing our child to see their dad in his little tea shop"
Levi's eyes brightened up
"I still remember when you told me about your childhood dream, I had a childhood dream too, I could be a doctor and we could own a little tea shop where you could work and... I had never think about a life out of war and killing titans before this child, but now... I have seen it... I want to leave this, I want to spend lazy sundays curling up with you until our baby calls us crying" you took his hand out of your belly and took it between both of yours "and thinking about that makes me happy, I know that I am happy"
"I... really want that too" Levi said, smiling looking to his shoes, not that you could see his smile, the bends did not allow you to see any part of your beloved partner apart from his right eye
But it didn't mattered to you, he could have a whole different face or body, you were just happy he was alive, and here with you, this war seemed to have no happy ending but the baby growing in your belly kept reminding you that if you found an end to this war it would for sure be a happy one
"Now go back to sleep baby, those wounds need you to treat them, your body needs rest" you placed a kiss on his forehead
"You should sleep too right? Pregnant women usually have to-"
"Dont worry about what pregnant women have to do" you chuckle "I'm a doctor, I am the one who knows about it and I know about your wounds too, sleep, I will be right here, playing with your hair when you wake up"
"Will the baby want us to tell them about titan stories before sleep?" A sweet smile laying on Levi's lips
You chuckle again, admiring how sweet he really was inside his iron walls
"I hope they will, I plan on doing it anyways" you answered, one of your hands rubbing his hair while the other rested upon your belly, trying to caress your unborn child as well.
Once your husband fell asleep you heard Hange's voice calling your name "YN you must come back with Historia, I have another mission for you but I promise you will never leave Levi's side once you finish"
The life of a soldier had no rest and you had accepted it
includes: established relationships, insecurities of scars, intentional lower case letters-style, reader and levi are old wrinkly people now <3 LOL
levi stares at the person looking back at him; his adam apple bobbed as he swallows one more time. he sighs. he's been doing this on repeat whenever he sees his reflection. his tattered hand wanders close to the rough patches on his face. the vandalism were not the only thing on his face- wrinkles are decorated all over his face now. and somehow, a peaceful look was present on his face too. a true contrast.
the bathroom door opens slowly.
he turns.
it was you.
"hey handsome," a smile creeps onto your face, "admirin' yourself?"
you walk into the bathroom, taking a brush before raking it gently through levi's pretty grey hair that you much adore.
"yeah," he replies; a smile comes surprisingly naturally.
his eyes are filled with love stricken adoration for you.
yours were too. a giddy, kiddish smile present on your face.
"well," you start, before skipping a little closer to him, "it's my turn now."
he scoffs, baffled at how childish you stayed after all these years. but the smile never left his face. it never has after all these years. he surprised himself at how much he hasn't changed either. he reaches out both his hands and made grabby hands,
Synopsis: Hange keeps calling while Levi's fucking his S/O so his S/O picks up and tells Hange to call back later cause Levi is, "Currently getting his cock drained." Levi responds by fucking his S/O into the mattress. "You know how much Hange's gonna annoy me later?" He grunts completely sheathing his cock. "Scream my name louder." He huffs "I don't think the neighbors can hear." He leans in closer to her ear. "You better make them think I'm killing you after the shit you just pulled."
Levi's teeth were gritted as he leaned his head forward, eyes shut tight. The prettiest tinge of pink bloomed against his cheeks. His fingers creating a permanent mark in your skin.
"Levi, Levi.." You shuddered over his cock.
His knees were bent against your sides as you roughly slammed yourself down on his cock. His hips coming up to greet you. The heat in your stomach heavy as Levi continued to hit your sweet spot on every thrust.
His hair bounced against his forehead, face covered in sweat. Beautiful grey eyes fluttering open a little when you let out a breathless gasp fingers digging into his chest as you leaned close. Your thighs squeezing together as you called out your impending orgasm.
You pleaded his name like a chorus off your lips. Fingers kneeding at your clit begging to push you over the edge. You grunted out some curse words and just as you were getting ready to burst Levi's phone illuminating the darkened room pausing your movements.
You both groaned out in unison. The rough press against your waist moving up to grip at your back. You weren't exactly counting the amount of times Levi's phone had gone off but it was definitely more than two and beyond annoying.
"Why don't you just turn it off!" You grumbled
"She'll come here if it just goes straight to voicemail. The stupid thing's on mute and she'll eventually tap herself out and stop calling." Levi replied, already moving his hips again.
"G-god.. j-just tell her to stop c-calling.." You tried over the heat reclaiming its place in your core.
"She'll come here. It'll b-eee a whole long c-onversation.."
Levi's eyes fell shut again and his lips parted over the word "shit". Breathing labored as you squeezed his thick cock inside your walls. And it was almost like nothing had stopped. Your fingers pushed their way over his forehead, brushing aside the strands of hair covering his temple.
"Almost there.." He gasped, his hands ran up your back to pull you close by your shoulders.
His hips were unrelenting and the bed creaked as your moans grew louder once again. He breathed every noise in his mouth onto your lips. Biting and sucking the already swollen flesh.
"Finish.. c-come on."
This time when Levi's phone went off he didn't even bother to pause. Still ramming his dick into your tight hole. But at this point you'd pretty much had enough. You wrenched the phone off the nightstand and only then did Levi pause in his movements.
"Yeah, Hange?" Levi stared up at you. Eyes wide, still darkened with lust. Hange's voice was elated though confused as she quickly came to the consensus that Levi wasn't the one who picked up.
"Where's Levi?" She questioned
You looked down at Levi with mild irritation. "Well, he can't come to the phone right now because he's busy getting his cock drained." Before Hange could even begin to reply you quickly hung up, turning Levi's phone off, placing it face down on the nightstand.
"Problem solved." You huffed
Levi didn't move, surprisingly enough Levi didn't say anything either. His lips slightly parted and his eyes narrowed. You felt yourself gulp as you let out a little confused murmur of his name.
He didn't say a word, quickly yanking you off his cock. A gasp falling off your lips as he slipped out. He placed your feet on the floor and at this point your actions slightly dawned on you.
"Levi.." You tried again an apologetic glint in your eyes.
He repositioned himself grabbing your hips from behind. In seconds a harsh hand was glued to your nape forcing you down onto the mattress. And in the same amount of time his dick was pressing all the way back into your taut pussy.
You let out a loud moan that honestly would've been embarrassingly loud if not for the accidentally edging over the course of about an hour.
When Levi's hips snapped into yours it made your knees buckle. Fingernails practically tearing the cotton sheets below you. It wasn't like Levi was never rough but it felt so different this time.
"You know how much Hange's gonna annoy me later?" He grunted as he spread your thighs further so he could be right in between them.
"I-I.." You let out a choked moan, head swimming with drunken pleasure.
His fingers so tight around the back of your neck probably drawing blood but you couldn't even begin to care. His dick so deep you felt like it was actually in your stomach. With his free hand he pressed down on your stomach making everything feel so much more compressed.
"Scream my name louder Y/N." He said "I don't think anyone can hear just how good you're getting it."
A tremble rode down your spine as you cried out his name over the heavily shaking furniture beneath you. That all too familiar heat pooled in your stomach and you felt your eyes shutting. You pleaded and begged, pussy tightening like a vise dangerously tight around his cock.
He was keeping it in pretty well until that point. Every noise on his lips beginning to fall like a crashing crescendo. Your toes curled against the floor and your heart was practically beating out of your chest.
"L-Levi! Levi!" You cried out
His growl so close to your ear drum it had you practically weeping. "Come on babe, make the neighbors think I'm murdering you."
It hit you in more than one way and when you came it hit hard. Your back arching up into him, legs shaking but he was still holding your neck in place. You sobbed his name out, immediately feeling sensitive after your orgasm but he kept his pace up.
The combined noises of your skin slapping together and the gasps Levi couldn't keep hidden echoed over the smooth paint of your bedroom. His cock twitched inside of you, whimpers falling off your lips as you knew what was coming.
"Fff-uck I'm cumming." The hand that had been wrapped around your nape fell next to your face and now the sheets actually did rip.
You glanced back as his hard grey eyes rolled upwards. Face awestruck at just how white his lip was between his teeth. Hair shiny where it molded to his face thanks to the sweat. Levi groaned, huffing out breaths against your head.
His hips stuttering forward as he came, abs contracting and expanding on your back. The ache in both of you finally filled.
"Fuck." You moaned as the last of his cum fed your clenching hole.
You were almost glad when he pulled out. Your body flush with so much heat you could barely breathe. His hands came up to your waist flipping you around and at first it seemed innocent until he was pulling you to the foot of the bed. Legs forcibly opened as he unabashedly slid back inside.
"L-levi?" You couldn't help how greedy your moan was.
The way he was shoving his cock into your pussy coupled with his rough fingers massaging your clit. He pulled himself up closer to your face, hips so merciless and swift you could already feel yourself cumming again.
Your head fell back and you screamed in time with the bed angrily banging against the wall.
"Pl-please Leeevvvii." Tears streamed down your face but he ignored you.
His free hand ran over your face to press a sweet kiss onto your lips as he pressed impossibly deeper. Incoherent noises wrenching from your throat. His fingertips burned and you craved something anything to cool your skin.
Your fingernails dug long grooves into his back and he hissed in delight. With one swift motion he quickly had both of your knees bent into the bed sheets.
When he leaned in again your heart practically froze. "Don't. Ever. Touch. My. Phone. Again." He grunted between every thrust.
"N-never."
"Hange'll be blowing up my phone for different reasons now." Levi groaned "It's your f-ucking fault."
You screamed an apology when his teeth sunk into your sweat soaked skin. Toes clenching as Levi's name left your lips for probably the millionth time tonight.
"Mm soooooo sorry.." You moaned breathlessly
"Not yet you aren't." He muffled his own moan by kissing your ear and it went straight to your already sopping wet pussy.
You threw your head back as he surprisingly sped up, head completely empty as you clenched and came around his cock. Quickly coupled with his own loud orgasm his thighs shaking uncontrollably.
You let out what had to be all the oxygen currently in your lungs with a loud exhale. Both of you practically jumping out of your skin as the headboard clattered to the ground behind you. Though Levi's shaky form stayed pressed tight against your body.
"Levi.. I'm sorry." You quickly apologized again.
His eyes stayed dark and his lips were tugging into a thin line. "I'm not done yet."
A couple hard knocks coming from downstairs made you both turn your head. "Please don't let it be the cops again.." You sighed your head flopping back on the mattress.
he has 0 knowledge on this and only acts on instincts
he’ll know nothing about the usual valentine gifts (which is actually good) and get you something he knows you’ll like
I mean he knows he has to get u sthing mans not that dense 🙄
when u wake up and whisper happy valentine’s day
he freaks for a sec then remembers that ur gift is under the bed
he kisses you and oof soft morning cuddles until the “kids start running everywhere”
he gives you ur gift and is a little scared u won’t like it
but u do U BETTER COS ITS LEVI and he can breathe again
as for affection, he doesn’t change on this day
he still tries to give you his attention and shows you how much he appreciates you
the other corps are gushing about the two of you like “cmon...we know you wanna get a room..shfjsdh”
y'all just roll ur eyes and continue training
when ur not with him though, hange goes up to him and is like *nudge nudge* “so did you prepare anything for tonight?”
he goes huh??
“what is there to prepare”
hange straight up face palms
“you have to decorate the bed with rose petals! light up candles! make her dinner!”
he’s stressed now
he thought it was over?? he thought he would just cuddle you like he does every night, maybe add some spice??
where the hell was he supposed to get roses huh
nevertheless, he tries his best
he doesn’t get roses and doesn’t litter them on the bed because that’s,,messy,,,
but he puts them in a nice vase
the room is lighted with only a few candles and you already ate so he didn’t cook dinner
when u come in he goes “I know it’s not much...”
but you hug him and thank him anyways
then u cuddle and spice it up like planned 😏
armin arlert
OK SO this guy is the sweetest ok
he’s got all the sunshines and rainbows for u (yk what I mean)
he writes u a wholeass poem where he confesses his undying love for u again, bakes u sweets and packs em in a box with the words “will you be my valentine?” on the very bottom
like you’re already his s/o he don’t need to ask jdfhgjfh 😫🤚🏻
I mean was he scared you’d say no to the box? maybe...
the poem was actually very well written and you can tell he took a lot of time on it
the sweets were delicious and Sasha may or may not have stolen a few
I mean u needed to get to the bottom of the box sooo 👀
he’ll sneak kisses to you throughout the day
jean sees every one of them and glances over at mikasa, sweating his balls off HHHAhhahaha
hange will be gushing at young love and Levi will just turn away
erwin tries to get everyone’s attention again
Eren’ll prolly tell you how many crumpled papers there are in his room from the night that Armin finally decided to sit down and write the poem
Eren prolly exaggerated a WHOLE lot saying how Armin was on the verge of crying because he didn’t know what to write
I mean he WAS scratching his hair out because it has to be perfect for you
now armin is j tryna shut that damn Eren up, blushing furiously
eren is threatening to show you the crumpled drafts hahahejh
when the night comes, soft hours are on
you guys sit in his room and honestly just have some wholesome talks
you reflect on your relationship, he tells you how much you mean to him
sigh 😌
eren jaeger
he’ll go to armin instead of mikasa for help
then when armin mentions that mikasa is a girl and that she’ll prolly know better, he’s like Ron in Harry Potter when they’re asking ppl to the ball
like “mikasa, you’re a girl, right?”
*suffocates him with her scarf*
anyways, this green eyed dude will give you your gift with shaking, sweaty hands, stuttering all over the place
you end up just kissing him so he’ll shut up
then he’s got a list of your plans for the day, not being subtle AT ALL
like he prolly wrote all this on the toilet
so he’s pulling out his toilet paper from his pocket like “d-do you wanna g-go o-on a hike f-first or-”
“let's go on a picnic!” you suggest
instantly paniks cos this Wasn’T on tHE List MIkaSAAAAAA
when you guys are packing the food, Sasha offers to help but really just secretly eats it all
you end up checking the bottom of the basket to see if there’s a hole hahAha
Eren takes you to a decent place though, where the wind blows and it’s quiet and peaceful
he wants to hold your hand and just goes for it
like snATCHES it
after he gets over his nerves,,,y’all,,,make out <3
then your laying on his lap, he’s making a flower crown awww
you make one for him too cos y not
he tells you a couple of things about the nature around you
like “oh this plant was everywhere in my hometown, you would never not see it in our soup”
you watch the sunset together with your flower crowns on
when you get back from the hill everyone’s there and clapping lMAO LIKE “ABOUT TIME”
no one bothers to save dinner for y'all cos u already ate anyways
Sasha said that
when he goes back to his room Levi is standing there reading to whoop his ass for the mess but when he sees Eren walking in and smiling he lets him go
Eren doesn’t even SEE LEVI HAHAH he just plops face down on his bed and has this happy sigh
Levi just rolls his eyes and tells u ur loverboy is in there 🥰💕💘
Scenario: NSFW. (Part Two of Elevator Scenario.) You spend the weekend with Levi Ackerman. Mutual feelings blossom further and turn into a passionate night.
Word Count: 17,000+ words. That's right, 17,000. I died.
Note: I hope you all enjoy it. I worked hard on this one, even though there's still always room for improvement. I wrote it all on my phone--. I'd really appreciate hearing your thoughts (whether in tags or messages) and reblogged, etc! In the end, I just want you all happy and be horny for Levi. Also, special thanks to Grammarly, thank you pal'.
Content / Trigger Warnings: modern!au. brief eating of food, mentions of overthinking / insecurities, emotions. NSFW (minors, dni!!). soft dom!levi unprotected sex, body worshipping, blowjob, cunnilingus, spit, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, creampie, dacryphilia, dumbification, light bondage, very messy sex, squirting, breast play (? like light slapping etc), borderline masochist/sadist mentions, possessiveness, mentions of pain (nothing too extreme! wowow pussy aching & light slaps), marking, brief sub-drop, aftercare. lots and lots of feels.
Your hands tremble with nerves, eyes fixated on your figure in the mirror. You still couldn’t process any moment since the late night in the elevator. Hell, even the exact moment when Levi’s slender fingers were angled so perfectly and rubbing against the sensitive spot until you practically squirted. You’ve never done that before and you felt both embarrassed by the mess and hooked on the older male completely. At least he seemed pleased that he’s the reason for your best orgasm yet. Your feelings only blossoming further for the older male on how he treats you and looks at you. You exhale out softly, thinking back on the past two days.
For the next two days before the weekend, everything was back to normal. It left with you doubts, wondering if it was just a fever dream where you couldn’t contain your fantasies anymore. At work, he was back to just staring every time you were near and you’d feel your cheeks feel hot, walking by fast. He never made a way to talk to you or touch you. Did he want you or was it just lust acting that night? You were beginning to overthink until on Friday afternoon, he invited you into his office.
You close the door behind yourself as you entered, remembering his content when it comes to privacy. As your arm wraps awkwardly around your body to try and hide, you watch as Levi’s eyebrow arches up, looking at you thoughtfully. He could read you like a book and yet, he didn’t speak his thoughts directly, waiting for you to open up to him. He was never a fan of pushing. He’s adjusting his watch and clears his throat.
“Would you prefer that I pick you up in the morning for the entire weekend or perhaps the evening?”
You look up instantly, feeling a slight ache in your neck for moving too fast. You look at him with subtle fondness, keeping your voice quiet.
“You still want to spend the weekend with me?”
“Of course I do. I mean what I say. Were you having doubts?”
Levi seems gentle when he’s asking, even if he tries to hide it with an expressionless face, eyes staring into your soul.
“You just haven’t made effort to talk to me so I thought..”
“I just wanted to be careful, Y/N. Work is still important for both of us. You seem to overthink a lot.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to—.”
“It’s natural. No need to apologise. How about this, I’ll message you more often, mostly out of work because I can’t distract you too much. I’m not a technology person but I’ll always enjoy talking to you.”
Your heart melts from his words. Indeed, he’s not really into technology, it’s often the one thing that co-workers joke about when Levi struggles and curses under his breath to keep his composure but you always found it endearing. It’s not that he’s terrible with it. He just appreciates life out of the screen. Your gazing at him as he’s glancing at emails to papers neatly stacked on his desk. He’s willing to talk to you even further but you wonder if he wanted to.
“Only if you want to, Levi. I’d hate for you to use something you hate.”
The corners of his lips curl up to form a brief smile, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow rests on the desk.
“I want to talk to you. I confess I’m not used to— this but, I can’t keep ignoring it. Though, I might prefer hearing your voice instead so forgive me if I call you sometimes. Now, morning or evening?”
It’s a sign that he doesn’t want to continue, only hoping it eased your troubled heart and it did, so quickly. You’re aware that Levi is never the openly affectionate type but he’s honest and prefers to show he cares through services and words. Even though he’s not talkative, he still wants to with you. You hum, playfully tapping your chin as you think of the options. You admit to loving the idea of spending the entire weekend together but something is telling you to stick with the evening. Maybe so you could put even more effort into looking pretty for him.
“Evening. You know, I can just meet you there— I can use public transport or an uber.”
“Tch. No, I prefer driving you myself. I’ll pick you up in the evening then. I look forward to seeing you then.”
Your cheeks feel hot once more, nodding your head as you inch towards the closed door, smiling warmly.
“I look forward to it, too.”
Once you left and walked back to your desk, you lied rather naturally to your co-worker, telling them that Mister Ackerman had queries about the meeting on Monday. You feel your phone buzz against your thigh and wiggle your phone out of your pocket to quickly check, eyes widening at the message.
[ Levi Ackerman. ] : You look pretty today.
[ Levi Ackerman. ] : Focus on your work.
You pout at his last message and set your phone down, feeling giddy from his compliment, oblivious to Levi peeking through the office blinds to watch your reaction. His lips curl up to form a small smile, endeared by your pout and his cheeks feel warm from his actions. It was spontaneous, never really the type to either message or speak compliments so easily but for you, it comes out naturally. Still. Levi is firm on himself and won’t message during the shift again, walking back over to his desk to finish his paperwork. You both work with the tiniest curls to the corners of your lips.
You snap out of your thoughts, frantically shaking your head and the palms of your hands patting at your cheeks. “Focus, focus! He’ll be here soon.” You mumble, knowing that Levi will always be a punctual man. You stare at yourself in the mirror once more. Today you went out to buy something cute and found this black dress. The straps are thick over your shoulders, the fabric hugging comfortably around your breasts, split in between to show some cleavage but still more on the modest side and the black fabric flows out, finishing above your knees. The chest part of your dress is made out of a lace pattern and the lower. part is made out of silk. You wear thigh high stockings and a pair of black heels.
You can only hope that Levi likes the dress you chose, pairing it with a necklace that rests between your collarbones and your choice of makeup is lingering on the natural side beside the red lipstick and mascara. Wanting to feel confident in yourself, you place your hands on your hips, giving a small twirl and admire the flow of the dress. You feel pretty and it shows when you smile at yourself.
Not wanting to be cold, you shrug on a black coat and begin to button it up when you hear the small chime of your doorbell. Oh— He’s actually at your door? Usually dates just text that they arrived and you meet them at their chosen vehicle. You swear your hands begin to feel clammy, grabbing your bag for the night that also has a container of cookies you baked, not wanting to go empty-handed.
“Coming!” You call out loudly, closing your bedroom door before you begin to walk quickly down the hallway, heels clicking on the wood. You open the door to meet face to face with Levi. Wow. You only saw him yesterday and have his gorgeous visuals painted permanently in your mind but it’s like you almost forgot when he takes your breath away. Levi is wearing a suit, buttoned up to hide the ironed shirt and the black-tie tightened in place, the slacks he’s wearing having no signs of creases.
Levi’s hands are holding onto a bouquet. The bouquet containing a variety of flowers, all in different shades of red. He didn’t like the idea of just roses but strongly believed in small gestures like flowers for a female he’s become to care for, even when he tried to deny it for so long. His grey eyes look you up and down, the coat hiding your dress but you still looked so stunning. He clears his throat, hoping to not come off as awkward. This is all new to him after all. He’s always been alone and content with it.
“Y/N, gorgeous as always.”
His voice is soothing and you both lean in, his lips brushing against your cheek. Maybe others would laugh at how proper the pair of you are being for a night together but, you both wanted to show you care in your ways. “These are for you,” Levi states, handing over the bouquet. He’s smiling softly for a moment, eyes holding fondness once more as he watches you smile shyly and almost hug the flowers without crushing them. “They’re beautiful. Let me just put them in some water and then I’ll be all yours.”
Levi hums in response, leaning against the open door frame as he watches you disappear down the hallway, eyes lingering on your heels. They make you taller than him when usually you’re roughly the same height but he doesn’t care. He’s never been insecure in his height. Once you were in the kitchen, you fill up a vase to gently set the bouquet in, smiling. “I’ll be back sometime tomorrow, pretty flowers.”
You set them near the window where the sunset is filtering through the blinds and make way quickly to Levi, not enjoying being away from him. The dark-haired male moves aside as you lock up your door before he carefully takes hold of your hand, lacing fingers together. He’s never one for public affection but he missed the warmth of your hand. He reasoned silently that he knows it’d make you happy and it’s not exactly a huge public setting. You smile, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze and pleased to feel how his hand feels in yours, allowing him to guide you out of the apartment complex and towards his vehicle.
You let out a low whistle of approval from seeing the sleek black car and he snorts quietly, opening the passenger door. You’re bold enough to press your lips to his cheek, grinning at the sight of the light rosiness before you settle into your seat. “Tch, cheeky.” He mutters, closing your passenger door before walking around to open the driver’s side and settles behind the wall. He glances towards you, buckling himself in. “Not starting until you’re buckled in.” He says, prompting you to feel like some school girl with a crush from the way your heart thumps fast just from him showing he cares about your safety. You obediently click yourself in and lean back into your seat.
Pleased with himself, Levi twists his keys until the gentle purr of the engine is heard. Not wanting you to be in any form of danger, he double-checks his mirrors, keeping his foot on the break before he shifts gears and you had to force yourself to look away and not admire his hands in action. He smoothly pulls out onto the road, making sure to move when it was safe to and presses down on the pedal for the speed to steadily pick up.
Most people tend to be lazy with driving and only have one hand on the wheel but of course, you notice that Levi uses both of his hands like everyone is taught to in the first place. He’s so proper in everything and you find yourself liking that about him. One of the many things that are attractive about him. You can only hope one day you can watch him drive without a suit jacket on. You snort, amused by your almost ‘fangirl’ way of thinking, shifting your gaze away.
He raises an eyebrow in question, eyes focused on the road. Levi is a good driver, always complimented for his quick reflexes. Hell, even his driving teacher said he could be a professional race driver if he wanted to be. It didn’t appeal to him. Levi glances towards you. “What are you thinking, huh?”
Levi asks, flicking the blinkers to signal that he’s turning before he does.
“You’re just really hot.”
Levi scoffs out of amusement from your words, shaking his head. “I’m doing absolutely nothing but driving and yet, I’m hot.” He states, trying to understand but is quick to accept his answer of being too old and you can only giggle, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. “It’s the driving that’s hot. Though, next time, skip the jacket and just roll your sleeves up. Girls go crazy for that.” You tease, tilting your head. Levi rolls his eyes, continuing to drive. “I’m only interested in one girl and if that is something she likes, so be it.”
His response is smooth and unintentionally flirty but it still makes you rest your hand over your heart? puffing out your cheeks. Wow. Anything he says could make you instantly swoon. Levi is smug, his gaze feeling hot on you before he focuses back on the road, driving with ease through traffic. It took everything in him to not place his hand on your thigh and give a squeeze, wanting to feel the warmth through the sheer fabric of your stockings. He wanted to so desperately but, two hands on the wheel.
You watch as his knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the wheel, adjusting his posture. This sparked some confidence in you. You slowly extend your out until your hand is resting on his toned thigh and giving a firm squeeze. His lips press together, steady gaze focusing on the road but you could feel the way his leg slowly inches upwards as if he’s trying to lean further into your touch. Nails drag along the inner stitchings of the thigh area in a teasing manner before you pull your hand away, grinning to yourself.
“Tch. Brat.” Levi mutters with affection, once again trying to play off his squirming as simply adjusting. Levi finally pulls into an underground parking area of a wealthy building, driving slowly until he turns with ease into his private parking spot, no need to adjust. ‘Of course, his parking skills are perfect.’ You think to yourself. He unbuckles his belt quickly, pulling himself out of his seat and you watch him with a hungry gaze, wanting to soak in as many memories as you could. With your seatbelt undone, Levi opens your door, grasping onto your hand to help you out, keeping you steady.
Levi grabs your bag with his free hand, long fingers of his covering your hand and he smiles softly. “Let’s head inside, don’t want you to feel too cold.” The dark-haired male begins to pull you along in the direction of the elevator and presses the button. He glances towards you, unable to stop his gaze from lingering on your red lips and a low whine escapes you, only wishing to be kissed already. It’s like you’re both playing a game of who can survive the longest without it. It’s not that either of you is only thinking of sex. You like each other but, kissing is nice.
Eventually, the elevator doors slide open and you both step in. You watch as he presses the highest floor button and you hum softly. “No offence to elevators but I’m going to be annoyed if it breaks down like the other one. The restriction sucks.” You pout slightly and Levi laughs quietly, resting his hand now on top of your head.
“Acting like you didn’t enjoy the idea of being caught, huh?”
“Hmph. I enjoyed every second of it. As I’m sure you did. I’m sure they have a blast watching the tapes.”
“They can’t. I paid for them to erase it. I stood there and made sure it was erased. I don’t want anyone else to see you like that... Just me.”
Your lips form a small ‘o’ from hearing his possessive words. Possessiveness. It’s always been a weakness of yours, especially if it’s not toxic and just belonging to someone. Levi wants you to himself and you’re ready to give him everything. Besides, you both know you respect each other’s independence. You just didn’t like people interfering.
You chose to stay silent and he happily accepts that he knows you were affected by his words in some sweet way. The elevator doors open and you notice that there are only two doors. Both completely clean and one leading to stairs. The other is his front door and he walks over to it. Levi unlocks the door before opening it, allowing you to enter first. You step inside cautiously, surprised when the lights slowly turn on from recognising movement.
It’s a huge, open space. The ceilings are way up high and windows reach the ground to the ceiling in the dining area. The lounge room is taking up most of the space and the entryway to the kitchen is leaving an open space. Someone could easily sit in the dining area and talk to whoever is in the kitchen. It’s just all very modern and gorgeous. Especially with how everything is spotless and it’s like even decoration is perfectly placed.
That’s Levi and you adore it. You briefly glance at a hallway that must lead to other rooms and soon feel his hands dragging up slowly along your arms, coaxing you to turn around and gaze at him instead. “May I?” He asks quietly, the tips of his fingers now lingering on the knot around your coat. Your cheeks feel warm from how close he’s standing. You could almost count all of his long lashes. You press a chaste kiss to his chin. “Of course.”
His touch is so light and cautious. Not in the way that he’s afraid of hurting you. He just wanted to take his time. Both hands slowly undo the tie around your waist until finally, he begins to part the coat, sliding it down your arms. His breath hitches sharply from finally seeing the gorgeous dress that hugs around your chest and flows out. He gazes for a long while, blindly hanging up the coat before unbuttoning his suit jacket, happily drowning in your beauty. You could have worn something casual or basic and you still would have easily left him breathless and dazed.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Levi says, slender fingers grazing along your side, appreciating the silky feel of the fabric before the same fingers curl around your waist and pull you in with ease. His other hand cups the side of your neck, guiding you to look at him and your heart clenches at the stunning sight of a genuine smile appearing. “Beautiful.” He repeats before pressing a soft kiss to your painted lips.
Your heart could have exploded into fireworks from how fast it was racing. You wrap his arms around his neck instantly to pull him in, completely under a trance from his plush lips. He hums in response, pulling you closer in his embrace as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, lips moving slowly and savouring the much-needed kiss.
Levi pulls away and he scoffs lightly from seeing your pout. “Cute but, not going to work, pretty girl. It’s time I cook you dinner.” His hand strokes once down your hair before he begins to walk towards the kitchen and you happily follow, grinning wide. Your heart exploding from the kiss and now your entire being bursting with joy. He’s going to cook you dinner.
“You’re cooking for me? Wow, what did I do to score such a gentleman?” You sigh out dreamily, leaning against the kitchen counter. He playfully clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shrugging as he rolls up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. Levi then grabs the apron and it left you swooning even further, not realising it could even be possible. He wears an apron as he cooks, tight around his small waist. You watch rather intently as he washes his hands.
“Does spaghetti and garlic bread sound good? Would you prefer something else?”
He asks in his usual way too calm voice, turning the oven onto pre-heat before his hand lingers over the pantry doorknob, waiting for your response patiently. “Spaghetti sounds perfect. Is there anything I can help with?” You ask, not stepping into the kitchen just yet, afraid you might intrude on some personal space. Levi didn’t like the idea of making you cook on the first date night but he hesitates on rejecting when he looks over to see your natural pout and puppy-dog eyes. A new weakness has formed.
“...You can pour in the pasta once the water is boiling. Put an apron on and don’t hurt yourself.”
You grin widely, feeling happy from his warning and walking carefully in your heels until you’re next to him, grabbing the apron to put on along the way. You stand in front of the new pot of water, waiting for it to boil. As you wait, your eyes linger on Levi’s gorgeous hands expertly cutting up different herbs and vegetables that he needed, neatly arranging them on the board before he quickly slides in the tray that contains the garlic bread into the oven. Levi moves to stand next to you, setting a pan next to the pot and turning it on. His grey eyes shift onto yours, blindly sprinkling oil across the pan surface. He clears his throat, speaking carefully yet honestly.
“I’m happy you came over, Y/N. Giving me time to properly get to know you. Even though, since day one I already knew that I’d be wrapped around your finger, despite ignoring it.”
A low whine escapes you, only wishing you could give affection but he gave you a mission: the pasta. You avoid his piercing gaze out of shyness, carefully pouring the pasta into the boiling water. The corners of Levi’s lips twist to form a knowing smirk, using the wooden spoon to separate the mincemeat in the pan, waiting for it to be cooked.
“I’m sorry I thought you hated me—. I just think I tried to latch onto something because I was scared that if I embraced my attraction and— developing feelings for you, I’d end up hurt. Sorry for the bratty attitude, too.”
You grumble out quietly, feeling a little sheepish. Your breath hitches when you feel his warm palm pressed against your lower back, smoothing over gently before he loosely hugs your waist. His presence alone is dominating, taking everything in you to fight the urge to fall completely into his arms. He’s confident and you adore that. “It’s alright, I ended up putting you into place in my special way. I’m no artist who is perfect with words, Y/N but, I’ll be here to reassure whenever it’s needed. I don’t plan to hurt you, I’m too hooked up on you.”
Your knees are quick to feel weak from his sweet words, gripping onto the counter the stable yourself as you continue to stir the pasta. No one has ever looked at you before like Levi does. You’ve only ever felt pain from terrible experiences but he was here, looking at you and not minding the idea of you needing reassurance whenever your mind is too quick to think something. Levi’s free hand pats the top of your head, his fingertips gently rubbing against your scalp. “It’s alright now.” He mumbles before focusing on cooking once again.
The silence is comfortable. You’ve always been someone who was rather scared of being surrounded by silence, preferring to have sound and people talking but, silence feels right when it comes to Levi Ackerman. He helps you appreciate and see the beauty in being able to just stand there, next to each other and not needing to always talk.
You watch him in action. You assumed he enjoyed cooking and your biased mind is only thinking about how he makes himself look even more attractive by pouring in pasta sauce (looks already home-made) and sprinkling herbs across the surface. So deeply focused, unbothered by the strands of his silky hair that falls over his grey eyes. You smile to yourself, pleased that you get to admire him over the weekend.
Levi’s hand grips onto your waist, gently guiding you aside before he carefully scoops up one of the pieces of pasta, letting it dangle as he lightly blows on it before taking a bite, testing to see if it’s been properly boiled. “Mm, good. I’ll give you an A+ on the pasta stirring skills.” He jokes, grabbing the handles of the pot and pours everything into the strainer that sits in the sink. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from how much you were smiling, simply watching as he uses tongs to scoop up the spaghetti, arranging it neatly in two bowls before pouring the completed sauce over the noodles, sprinkling herbs as a garnish on top.
“Come.”
You follow obediently once more as if you’re a lost puppy latching onto the older male. You walk into the dining area, finally noticing that it’s already set up with pure white tablecloths and serviettes neatly folded with cutlery arranged straight. He sets the bowls down, one at the head of the table and the other next to it. “Wait.” He stops you from sitting down, standing behind you as you stop yourself from sitting, cheeks feeling warm when he swiftly unties the apron, carefully pulling it over your head before he pulls out your seat. “Th-Thanks.” You couldn’t help but stutter and Levi feels rather pleased with himself to be able to easily fluster you with small gestures. The dark-haired male helps push your chair in, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the top of your head.
It was something that came so naturally and that’s why it left the quiet male feeling a little flustered himself, confidence lingering but still avoiding eye contact briefly. He finds himself yearning for you and even though he’s never been overly affectionate, he just couldn’t stop himself. “Let me collect the garlic bread. I won’t be too long, love.” He murmurs, squeezing your shoulders before he returns to the kitchen, swiftly stacking everything into the dishwasher after a quick rinse before finally, using oven mitts to pull the tray out and prepare the garlic bread.
You wait patiently, heels mindlessly tapping on the floor and gazing at the meal before you. It looks perfect and you’re not surprised. You glance up when Levi sets the garlic bread in the middle and settles down in his seat. Naturally, your heart flutters, remembering the kiss to the top of your head. The veins in his forearms are visible as he stretches his arms, gazing at you rather intensely. “Waiting for permission or something?” He asks teasingly, picking up his fork.
You huff quietly but still wait. You rather like the idea of receiving permission from the older man. “Eat, Y/N. We’ve cooked well.” He finally grants, twirling spaghetti with his fork and slurps up some of the noodles. You mimic him, eyes widening from the taste of the spaghetti. It’s delicious. The saltiness of the dish the right amount to not leave your face scrunching, enjoying the lingering tomatoey taste. He’s studying your expression, hoping for something good and trying to ignore how he’s fixated on your beauty.
“Holy crap, this is amazing!”
Levi snorts from your choice of words, resting his forehead against the back of his hand, happy for your approval. You both continue to take your time with the meal and talk. You learn new things about one another. How he likes cats. How you enjoy curling up with a good book, just like him. That neither of you has a preference for sweet or savoury; both are nice. You even learn that neither of you drinks alcohol. You didn’t see the appeal and would rather stick to what you already like. He heavily prefers tea, which you knew was a given since he always made cups of tea at work.
Both of your bowls were slowly starting to become empty and your chairs close to each other as possible. Levi found the courage again to rest his hand on your thigh beneath the table, thumb caressing over the sheer tights once more, eyes never leaving your visage. It leaves you squirming in your seat, yearning for more of his touch. His gaze almost becomes heavy with desire. Desire to have you in any way possible in life. At one point, his hand came up to cup your chin, the same thumb cautiously wiping away the sauce that lingered around the corner of your lips.
“Time for dessert. I’ll be back.”
You perk up a little, smiling. Levi is truly spoiling you tonight and you’re happy to try anything, though you’re finding yourself more eager to spend the night with him. To simply be in his arms because you remember how he held you in the elevator briefly, leaving you to feel safe for once in your life. Levi carried the dirty dishes and of course, stacked them away into the dishwasher. Usually, he prefers to wash dishes himself but there’s no time. He wanted to spend every minute with you.
It didn’t take him long to return. A soft gasp escapes your lips from seeing a slice of the most beautiful cake before you, noticing the swirls of chocolate cake mixed through with the vanilla, small puffs of cream along the top. “Did you—?” You ask, noticing that Levi’s hands are gold so it wouldn’t be surprising if he did bake something. It prompts a rather sad sigh from the older male, settling down into his seat. “Sadly, no. I didn’t have time to bake. I do love the idea of you eating anything I make but this will have to do. It’s from this cafe I visit often for tea. It’s lovely.”
You hum in response, only picking up the dessert fork when he picks up his own and finally, you taste the cake. It took every ounce of you to stop yourself from moaning dramatically just from the heavenly taste of the sweet cake filling your mouth. The texture of the cream mixing with the cake is so smooth, melting in your mouth and almost leaving you in a trance just from how good it was.
Levi huffs a little, taking a bite of his own. “Is this better than my spaghetti or something? Tch.” He mumbles quietly and it prompts you to giggle, wondering if he was jealous. It’d be cute if he was, after all. “Definitely not. Your spaghetti wins the competition this time but it was tough.” You scoop up the last bit of cream, oblivious to the bit that smears across your bottom lip but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi.
He’s staring, quietly setting down his fork. “Y/N..” Levi murmurs, dragging his chair closer until your knees touch. It leaves a shiver running up your spine, tingling at the back of your neck and itching to be touched by the man. His palm cups the back of your neck, the tips of his long fingers threading through the hair at your nape before he pulls you in for a tender kiss.
It leaves you weightless. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his dress pants, arching towards him so naturally as you drown in the sweetness that is Levi Ackerman. His wet tongue easily drags across your bottom lip to collect the leftover cream before his teeth latch onto the lower tier to give a teasing tug. You wanted it to last for eternity but, he pulls away.
“Do you want to—“
“Yes. Absolutely, yes.”
“Y/N. Don’t be so quick to say yes, I could have asked if you wanted me to murder you.”
“If that’s how I go, it’d be a blessing.”
“Oh my god, brat.”
Levi groans, pinching the bridge of his nose but he couldn’t stop himself from your silliness. You laugh, nose scrunching slightly before you stand up, pushing him back against the chair before you gracefully swing your leg over the other side and sit down, easily straddling his lap. It causes your dress to inch upwards, exposing your soft skin above the ends of your thigh-high stockings but not far enough, your body being a tease for the older male with the hot gaze. He’s staring directly down at your thighs, admiring the supple flesh and how nice it must be to squish them with his firm grip.
The tips of his fingers drag along the thick outline of the stockings, tongue darting between his lips. His mind feels intoxicated, drunk off the thoughts of you finally beneath him and to have time to properly make you feel good. A better version of heaven that a slice of cake could never give. “Do you want to go to bed? Would you prefer to watch television? I don’t watch much but..” He trails off, wanting to hear your answer.
You truly adore the vision in your head. Being able to curl up in his arms and mindlessly watch some film or documentary but, if you were going, to be honest to yourself... You didn’t want to wait anymore. Levi has been a gentleman. How he handled you in the elevator, though some may not agree that such behaviour was gentleman-like; it was in your mind. He always waited for consent and handled you with care despite the dominating roughness that lingered. He gave you pleasure. He even dropped you off at home. The way he was reassuring and would go out of his way to message you, show his intentions of wanting you. How he picked you up, gave you a gorgeous bouquet before taking you here and cooking dinner. He’s the epitome of being a gentleman and everything you want in a man. He could reveal a sadistic side in bed later on in the future and you’d adore it just as much because he respects you and already shows that he just wants you relaxed and happy.
There’s a sense of nervousness in his gaze, anxious about your eyes and even if he tried to hide it, you could see. “Let’s go to bed, Levi. I want— I want to go to bed with you.” Your voice is a mere whisper in the night, your cravings to touch him growing deeper, desire festering in your gut. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him in close. “You can touch all of me. Can I touch all of you, as well?” You ask, your warm cheek leaning on the top of his tilted head as he leans towards your neck, breathing in your alluring scent so deeply.
He’s endeared that you asked for consent, as well as giving it. Usually, people tend to look past the need for verbal consent but it’s something Levi always adores hearing. Permission to give everything to each other. His hands slide along your sides, ghosting along your ass cheeks before he cups just beneath them, easily hoisting you up and guiding your legs to wrap properly around him. You could have gotten whiplash to know he could carry you as if you were weightless. You always worried about your weight but he’s strong. You never really knew it since the majority of his toned and beautiful muscles hide behind office clothes but you always assumed he regularly works out. The thought causes a whine to escape your lips.
“Yeah, you can touch me. Always, my darling.” Levi hums, gazing at you with all of the adoration in the universe in his steel-grey eyes. The pet name makes your heart flutter and you hug him even tighter, squeezing your legs around him as you cling. He snorts quietly, not minding that you’re clinging. He finds himself liking it. It makes him feel wanted and needed by you.
Your cheek rests on his shoulder, fingers curled around them from the back and red lips naturally pouting. You briefly admire the paintings on the walls as he walks towards the master bedroom. Levi flicks the lights on once he carried, quickly adjusting the lighting so it’s not too bright. It’s soft and perfect for the mood. “Mm, suits you.” You comment, a smile hidden in your tone as you look at the rows of books, to the circular table and chair near the tall windows and door that leads to a balcony. You could already picture him sitting there, drinking a cup of tea and enjoying the warmth of the early morning sun on his skin.
“Yeah? I like things organised, you know that.” Levi says, finally lowering you onto the queen-sized bed, hand resting on your back to make sure you’re not dropped too harshly. Him treating you like some princess for the first. A night together only leaves your heart soaring. You would be happy with anything he gives you. Happy with whatever he’s in the mood for and one day, you could show him that you’ll easily fulfil any fantasy of his. You do love being his princess already, though. Even if you wouldn’t dare whisper the confession so he could hear.
His arm wrapped around your waist hoists you further up onto the bed until your head is sinking comfortably into pillows, strands of hair fanning out across the surface of the clean sheets. Levi turns his head back, quickly unlacing his dress shoes and letting them drop to the carpet floor before he finally turns to look at you.
“Wow..” Levi whispers to himself, fingertips ghosting along your bare legs. Dragging up along your calves and around to your thighs, dipping to the inner area. Your dress is bunched up between them, covering the lace panties that already begin to feel damp just from having his piercing yet warm gaze on you. You shyly look away but he cups your chin, guiding your face back so you meet his eyes.
“You know before you came into my life..”
Levi pauses, hands now dragging up your covered stomach, not be daring just yet to pull the dress up. He’s worshipping you. The short male was going to take his time with you in and out of the dress you bought specifically for him. It leaves you light-headed but still focusing, eager to hear his thoughts.
“Everything was black and white. Until I met you, Y/N. Now all I see is colour.”
Your eyes glaze over with unshed tears, heart-thumping fast against your chest. Levi’s hand is pressed there, fingers splayed out and he could feel every beat against his palm.
“Life is beautiful with you in it. Let me show you.”
There were unspoken words still. Levi has never viewed himself as a hopeless romantic. He’s logical. Always about reality but when you walked in, all kinds of thoughts blossomed in his mind, plaguing with beauty. “Levi..” You whine out softly and he smiles for a moment, his free hand tenderly cupping your cheek and thumb grazing lightly over your lower eyelid, wiping away the few tears.
His lips connect with yours and you bring up your right hand to the back of his head, fingers dragging along the soft undercut before threading through his hair to tug on. Levi groans quietly, his tiers slotting in between yours with ease and both of your lips move slowly against his and your bodies are crushing against each other, desperate to feel one another. The short male knows how to kiss you until you’re breathless. Your lipstick is smearing across your lips from the eagerness, neither of you cared. Lips moving so slow yet deep as he devours the kiss, his daring tongue dragging between your lips before you willingly part them and he licks in.
It sounds wet and it causes your heart to race. His tongue dragging over every inch of your wet cavern, mapping out everything as if he never wants to forget. His own hands brushing along the sides of your neck, down along your shoulders and then down your arms. A featherlight touch and leaves you shivering. The kiss becomes desperate for you both. Firm enough to feel the slight ache and fast. Levi pulls away from the kiss, both of you panting.
He always adored the way you looked so completely fucked already just from a kiss. Levi plants a kiss to your once more swollen lips, coated in his saliva. “Beautiful.” He mutters, taking hold of your left leg to guide up onto his shoulder. Levi’s hands drag along the stockings, pressing a kiss to your inner ankle before easily unhooking the clasp of the heel, tugging the shoe off and discarding it to the floor. You watch him with clouds of lust over your eyes, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous male, who only takes his time.
Levi does the same for your right leg, hooking it over his shoulder, kissing the inside of your ankle before discarding the shoe. Hands rubbing up and down the tights as he stares at them, fixated.
“Do you like the stockings?” You ask through a soft voice and he smirks slightly, nails grazing along with the fabric. “Oh, I adore them.” He responds, fingers hooking into the left stocking. “But, for tonight, I want to strip you bare and see you. Will you allow me?” He asks, waiting. You nod your head frantically, squirming on the sheets.
“That’s my girl.”
You groan quietly, feeling you could explode from your giddiness just from that sentence alone. Your legs are resting over his shoulders still but it doesn’t stop him from finally tugging the first tights down, exposing your smooth flesh, there are faint stretch marks across your thighs and he could see them properly, sparking insecurity. Levi removes the last of the pair before easing your legs back down onto the bed.
His fingers brush along the faint marks and he shifts his gaze to your face. “I especially love these. Good thing I got rid of the tights.” Levi says as your hands shyly cover your face. You feel fingers instantly around your wrists, tugging your hands away. “No hiding.” Levi orders with a quiet yet firm tone and you nod wordlessly, face feeling hot.
Pleased with your obedience, he leans down to kiss you once more, the weight of his body leaning against you. “Levi, you already make me feel so good.” You mumble against his lips, thighs squeezing together. His lips press along your jawline, nipping at the flesh before his tongue drags slowly along the shell of your ear, whispering.
“That’s all I want. In and out of the bedroom.”
Your fingers curl around his tie that’s between your bodies, playfully tugging. “You have nothing off. Unfair.” You huff, beginning to loosen it. Levi rolls his eyes but there’s a smile lingering on his lips. Quietly, he pulls it over his head but, instead of discarding it, he loops it around your wrists and tighten, leaving you to gasp out of surprise and unable to pull your hands out as his grip stays firm on the other end.
There’s something that ignites in you. The urge to try bondage with this beautiful man one day. Properly. You keep your tied hands against your chest. His lustful gaze shifts to the bound hands before they close, his wet tongue dancing lightly across your bare neck between open-mouth and hot kisses. “You’d look so pretty in rope, Y/N. Just a thought.” He teases, warm breath fanning across the saliva and leaves you shivering. Levi knows the power he holds over you now and he uses it with ease. He kept his hold on the black tie and you could only shift, enjoying the feeling of the fabric digging into your wrists. He’s nipping harsh enough to allow small yet dark bruising to appear across your neck, littering with the possessive marks down to your exposed collarbones.
Levi briefly checks on you, wanting to see if there are any signs of pleasure and that you weren’t uncomfortable. You definitely weren’t. Your eyes closed and swollen lips parted as you pant. A sight he’s growing to love. He truly loves to worship you. As his goddess from his version of heaven. The flat of his tongue drags across your collarbones, gently blowing air until you’re whimpering. He lets out a content hum and the tip of his tongue dips between your breasts and drags down teasingly until his tongue meets fabric.
The dark-haired man pulls away, now kneeling between your spread legs and a hum of approval escapes. You looked adorable with your hands bound by his tie, lips pouting as you only want to touch him in return. Deciding to be lenient on this special night, his finger wiggles between your wrist and the tie before pulling until it loosens, throwing it onto the floor.
“Since you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I can please you a little.” Levi teases once more, knowing full well that it was going to be an immense amount of pleasing later on. His long fingers come up to the top button of his shirt and finally, he begins to unbutton. Slowly. Ever so slowly and you could have ripped the shirt if you weren’t being so obedient right now, heart thrilled with the praise.”
You watch as his toned chest is exposed at first, looking like the perfect place to rest your head on and succumb to sleep. Then, his chiselled abs appear; looking so firm from regular workouts. “Hell—“ You cut yourself off, being in absolute awe and breathless as he tosses his shirt aside.
“Hm?”
Levi cocks his head to the side, waiting. The smirk on his lips is tugging at your heartstrings. He’s personally always viewed his health as important, though he never really worked out just for a gorgeous figure. It was just a bonus that he doesn’t often think about. “You’re so hot and I want to touch you, please.” You quietly beg, hoping the puppy-dog eyes would do the trick as your fingertips brush along the lines of his abs.
“Not yet. I like making you wait. Getting all needy. It’s still my turn.” Levi leans down to press kisses along the valley of your breasts and there was no time to complain before you’re shivering from his heated touch. “Lean up.” He commands and you immediately oblige, lifting your upper body and share a kiss with the older male as he unhooks the tiny clasp before slowly unzipping the dress.
Levi pulls away to watch as the straps fall off of your shoulders, the dress pooling down your waist and revealing the lace bra that just covers up your sensitive nipples. He exhales out slowly, taking in the sight as his hands slip under the dress, waiting for you to lay back down so he could wiggle the dress off of you, leaving you left in only the lingerie set. The lingerie is black, so the wet patch on your panties is barely visible, squirming when you feel the fabric ride up between your cheeks.
He’s staring for a very long time, hands rubbing up and down slowly and he’s in his world, admiring your body that he only wishes to kiss every inch of, leave you whining for more as you arch up into his touch. “You’re so beautiful. Leaving me so speechless, I just want to do everything for you.” Levi mutters and you bite down on your lower lip, not having the patience to allow him to strip you off completely.
So, your arms reach behind your back, grasping onto your bra as you slowly unhook it, still staring up at him and noticing how his grey eyes seem to darken. The straps drag along your arms and finally, you expose your breasts to the male that you have been dreaming of for months. “Fuck..” He mutters under his breath, shifting himself to lean over you as his hands cup your breasts to give a tender squeeze.
Heaven. He is in heaven as he appreciates the softness of your breasts, thumbs caressing just around the edge of your areolas. You couldn’t hold back the soft whimper as he makes contact with your sensitive buds and he takes that as an invitation to wrap his soft lips around the left nub to suck teasingly on, pinching the right one and twisting slightly. He feels his cock throbbing against his briefs, causing him to groan quietly from the ache.
His wet muscle swirls around the left nipple, sucking briefly and peppering kisses against it. He wants to take his time with worshipping your breasts alone, enjoying the way your fingers thread through his hair to harshly pull on. He scatters kisses across your left breast, trailing over to the right and sucking on the supple flesh to allow more bruises to blossom, wanting to mark you up completely.
“O-Oh, Levi. Pl-Please.”
You stutter out weakly between moans, your legs loosely wrapping around his waist to pull in. His hips are angled down and you could feel the way his crotch is press against your inner thigh and so you shift your leg to rub against his throbbing erection, causing him to nip at your right nipple as he groans out softly. You’re in complete bliss, long lashes fluttering before your eyelids close, focusing on his touch.
Levi’s tongue drags along the bud, hands pressing on the sides of your breasts to squish them together, making you arch your back and shivers spreading across your body. Your hair was already messy from your squirming. You lost count of the minutes of how long he spent just kissing and groping your breasts, hands moving to massage them gently and causing your pussy to feel so wet. It’d probably cause a damp spot to appear on his pants too if he just angled himself a bit further.
The short male finally pulls away, sighing out hard. His lips look swollen and glistening from his saliva. Levi looked like the one completely fucked out now, chest rising and falling with each pant, completely wrapped up in his addiction that is you. The air of the room is against the saliva across your breasts, making you shiver even further from the pleasant coldness. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss and he obliges, kissing you deeply with all of the need he feels for you.
Gracefully, you roll both of you over until you’re sitting on top of him, only wearing your panties. “Y/N..” He calls out softly, hands resting on your thighs and squeezes. “You can give me more pleasure soon but it’s your turn now.” You reason with him and he couldn’t deny your touch any longer.
“Tch, how could I deny what you want, love. Such a princess.” He murmurs, not being the type to use pet names regularly but with you, they fall from his lips so easily. “My princess.” He corrects himself, the muscles in his arms flexing for a moment as he stretches. You shift until your covered pussy is directly against his covered cock and slowly, you roll your hips forward and coax a moan out of the gorgeous male from the sweet friction.
Your hands are ghosting along with his beautiful figure, wanting to map it out with your touch to remember and he is the most beautiful you’ve ever met, You bend over to press a chaste kiss to his lips, slowly licking into his open mouth and flicking your tongue against his before you trail kisses to his chin and then along to the right, nipping at his sharp jawline. He slowly breathes in, trying to keep himself composed despite the desperation to release his erection from its confinements.
You couldn’t help but giggle now that he’s the one at mercy, biting firmly on his pale flesh, sucking hard enough to produce your possessive marks, scattering them across his neck and chest, tongue soothing over the subtle pain the bite marks left behind. Levi’s fingers brush through your hair, pulling as he arches up into your touch, muttering curses beneath his breath. The flat of your tongue drags across his nipples and you whine from the surprising tug on your hair but only encourages you to tease him further, kissing over them and suckling gently before you leave a trail of wet kisses slowly down his chest, pressing your face against the abdomen and breathing in his comforting scent that almost lulls you to relax if it wasn’t for how needy you felt.
Finally, your mouth makes contact with the top of his belt and your body is laying between his legs, glancing up to see the dark hickeys that spread across his upper body and you admire the masterpiece that is Levi Ackerman. Levi breathes in deeply once more as he watches you unbuckle his belt, dragging the strap through the buckle until it becomes undone. You hoist yourself up for a moment, wiggling down his ironed slacks, licking your lips at the sight of the obvious bulge, whimpering softly.
“I bet you have the prettiest cock, Levi. I can’t wait to feel it throb in my hand and taste it with my mouth. ‘m feeling so needy for you.”
You purr out softly and his gaze is hot on you, never daring to look away. The back of his hand caresses your warm cheek before firmly gripping your chin, voice soft and full of adoration for you.
“Show me what you can do.”
The words send shivers up your spine, tugging his pants off completely and kicking them aside. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning down to nuzzle your face against his bulge, feeling his cock twitch beneath the thin fabric and it makes you tilt your head to drag your tongue flat across the entire length of it, leaving a wet stripe behind on the briefs. “God..” Levi mumbles in awe at the adorable sight.
He lifts his hips with ease when your fingers hook beneath the elastic, hissing in response when you playfully snap it against his flesh, watching a light shade of red appear from the contact. With no patience left in you, you finally slide his briefs down until his thick cock springs out, slapping against his lower stomach.
Oh. You were right. His cock is beautiful. It was big but not scarily huge. Long enough that you know it will fill you up in all the right places. Beautifully thick and slightly curved with protruding veins. It also looks clean, especially with his pubes neatly trimmed around the base. Something stupidly rare among the male beings. You love that he cares so deeply about hygiene and keeping clean.
“I was right.” You purr once more, wrapping your fingers around the base of his thickness and feeling it pulsate within your snug grip. Pre-cum is already leaking at the rosy tip. He’s gritting his teeth to prevent himself from making sounds as pleasure surges up through his body from finally feeling something. You slowly stroke upwards, admiring the weight of his cock in your hand, thumb rubbing in circular motions around the sensitive tips and he finally slips out a moan of your name.
Your heart flutters from the sweet sound. “Lube?” You ask gently and he manages to gesture towards his drawers. You lean over to open it, grabbing the small bottle of lubricant. You wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for him, squeezing a generous amount onto your hand. “I hate being impatient but hurry.” Levi huffs and you quickly wrap all of your fingers around the base. You begin to steadily stroke your hand along with his throbbing cock, your hold nice and snug. The lubricant easily covering the length and making each stroke dry of painful friction and leaving Levi melting into the mattress.
Levi has always been sensitive and easily wrapped up in pleasure. He keeps his head tilted back on the pillows and focuses completely on the warmth of your hand surrounding his cock, leaving water-based lubricant dripping along the length of it. You bite down on your lip, feeling blessed to be able to witness him visibly relax and all thanks to the pleasure that you give. Your wrist flicks with each stroke, gliding your hand up to the very tip and down towards the base. Unable to control yourself, you lower yourself until your tongue could swirl around the head of his pulsating cock. He groans in response, gazing at you beneath his half-closed lids, chewing on his lower lip.
His stomach is taught when his body tenses as he prevents himself from shivering. You continue to swirl your tongue around the head and pressing teasingly against the leaking slit. You faintly taste saltiness mixed with the sweetness of the lubricant before you finally wrap your lips with faint marks of your lipstick, around the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Y/N..” He breathes out softly from the wet warmth of your mouth and you bob your mouth at a slow pace still, not daring to pick up the pace just yet. Your head tilts forward as you slide your lips down to meet the top of your stroking hand, lips dragging as you move back up along his cock, now steadily moving to match the strokes of your hand around the base of his cock.
You slurp up the saliva that threatens to seep out the corners of your lips, spitting it directly onto his cock for that brief moment you pull your mouth off, only to wrap your lips around too eagerly and hungrily, move your mouth along Levi’s throbbing cock. The wet sounds become audible the quicker you move, feeling his fingers tighten their grip on your hair and causing you to whine in response to the pain, only loving it as it’s a reminder of how succumbed he is to the ecstasy of your lips. You keep your jaw slack, pushing further and further until the head of his length presses against the back of your throat. He moans from feeling the velvety feeling of your wet inner cheeks rubbing against the sides of his cock, your tongue pressed flat against the underside.
You don’t have much experience yet and so you gag around his cock as his hips automatically buck and he pushes briefly on the back of your head, not daring to force his cock further in without discussion. His grey eyes roll back, lips parted as he breathes heavily. You swallow around his cock, feeling the ache in your jaw but not wanting to pull away. You rather love having your mouth stuffed full of Levi’s cock. You gag every time you bob your mouth down, one hand gripping onto his toned thigh and the other cupping his balls to give a massage, fondling gently. Your thighs clenched tight as your clit throbs, desperate for some kind of touch to your wet womanhood.
“Fuck, alright— Y/N.”
He groans out loudly, stomach feeling tight and toes curling as finally he feels that familiar urge to release but he pulls on your hair, your lips dragging along the thick cock before there’s an audible wet pop, a string of saliva connected from the head of his cock to your parted lips. You pout, wanting him to cum in your mouth. Saliva is dribbling down your chin and he finds that there is one kind of mess he loves at the moment and that’s you. Spit. Cum. Sweat. He’d love it all.
Your panting heavily and body is already feeling like jelly and he guides you on top of him, one hand cupping the back of your neck and his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against his beautiful naked body as he kisses you deeply, not phased by the taste of his pre-cum mixed with lube and spit. You melt into his embrace, cupping his chin.
“Such a good girl. You did so well.”
You mewl softly in response to his praise, the words tattooed on your mind forever as you kiss him once more. Levi seems pleased, still hazy from his pleasure and god did he want to paint your throat white but he didn’t want to finish before you. He will always hold himself off. You try to angle yourself until the head of his cock is pressed against your panties, pouting. “Please, just wan’ be filled up by you.” You plead but it falls onto ears that refuse to listen to your adorable pleading.
“Oh, love. I’m not done with you. You only paused it all.”
Swiftly, he turns you around and you gasp out of surprise, finding that you’re laying on your back once more, gazing up at him. He smiles softly, cupping your cheeks as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, puffy from so much kissing. He takes his time as he kisses back down, pecking over the hickeys, down the valley of your breasts once more and teasingly pinches your nipples, causing you to whimper and arch up into his touch. His hands are ghosting along your sides, caressing your stomach that he presses more kisses, leaving them wet until finally, he’s the one between your legs. Both hands are firm on your inner thighs, forcing them to stretch and stay in place. Levi’s nails dig into the flesh of your thighs and you enjoy the slight sting of pain they provide.
“Levi—“
You choke out softly when his fingers drag along your covered womanhood, feeling hot with both the embarrassment of how wet you sound but also how Levi reacts. He reminds you of a beast that has been starved for a long time, ready to swallow you whole and drown you in rapid waves of ecstasy. “You’re drenched. Are you that easily turned on from attention and sucking my cock?” He teases and leaves you stuttering and searching for words but the filth he says only drives you further down the rabbit hole.
Levi is versatile when it comes to bedroom activities. He loves to worship and bring you joy but if he’s able to tease you with a brief visit of his sadistic side, he will. He finds it cute to see you all frazzled and simply whining, arching for his touch. The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, content that he can drive you to the point of dripping so much with barely touching your pussy.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Levi’s pearly whites latch onto the hem of the lace panties, hands slipping beneath your figure to encourage you to lift your hips before he begins to drag down the panties with only his teeth and a little bit of your wiggling. Only Levi could make such action look so graceful and out of this world. He takes hold of the panties with only his index finger and holding them up and your hands almost flew up to your face too high as you realised that they were almost completely wet from your juices. In your defence, you were wearing them for a long ass while as he kissed your body, leading to his cock shoved down your throat.
“Cute.”
Levi hums, flicking them onto the floor before he’s laying down on his toned stomach, arms wrapping around your thighs from beneath, hands tenderly massaging the soft flesh. The dark-haired male leans in close until he begins to leave a trail of featherlight kisses along your inner thighs that quiver in response. “The most beautiful, Y/N.” Levi whispers as if only wanting you to hear and not the world. Just for your ears. Intimacy is blossoming so easily between you both. So natural despite Levi not usually being the type to give it out so easily. For you, he’d give you the world.
Levi thinks he’s selfish, though. Giving you the world and yet, wanting to take you. Take you completely and make him his. Devoted to you and so incredibly possessive. Even though, he tries his best to hide it. If only he realised that to you, he is your world and you selfishly want him to yourself, as well.
A small smile appears when his soft lips drag along the faint stretch marks. Nearly anyone could get them and yet society shuns it. Not Levi. He wanted to remind you that every part of you is breathtakingly beautiful. His tongue slowly drags up closer to your dripping pussy, dipping between the area where your thigh meets it. So close but not enough. You huff, trying to angle yourself but he pulls away, repeating the delicate kisses across your other exposed thigh. Your fingers brush through his hair, pushing it up to expose more of his undercut; something you always found beyond attractive.
His right-hand ghosts over your other thigh and lightly slaps against the flesh, causing a sting to spread across and causing you to moan out for him, pulling on his hair firmly. Nails dig into the flesh before dragging up towards your womanhood and finally, he touches you. Two of his fingers dip between your slick folds to slowly spread and his breath hitches. You’re so wet. He watches as the wetness makes contact with the tips of his fingers and he rubs them against his thumb, admiring how slippery it feels. You watch intensely, eyes holding fire of lust as he smirks, bringing them up to his lips before he sucks the juices loudly off of his fingers, groaning in response to the taste.
“So damn sweet..” Levi comments before bringing his hand back to your cunt. Slender fingers drag slowly up and down, the tips between your folds and you feel your hole clench with the need to have something inside of you. You whimper quietly and suddenly your body jerks as pleasure surges through you, his thumb pressing down against your sensitive clit and rubbing gently in a circular motion.
You feel shivers race up your spine, body relaxing into the bed and toes curling. Levi keeps his eyes on you, drinking up your reactions as his fingers continue to tease along your folds before his index finger slowly presses against your entrance and eases in with the help of your slick. Your walls squeeze around his finger and he pumps it in and out at the same old pace, trailing kisses down your pussy until the very edge of your folds.
His eyes flutter close as his tongue dips in to gently flick against your pulsing clit, groaning at the sweet taste. His wrist turns with each push and pulls of his index finger, the middle finger now teasing around the edge of your entrance. You’re already wrapped up in pleasure as a whimpering cry escapes your bruised lips.
“Pl-Please, more!”
He obliges quickly. Levi’s switches out his index with both his middle and ring finger, fingering you slow and deep. The pads of his fingers rub against your warm, velvety walls and his tongue laps at your clit, flicking quickly before he drags long stripes from where his fingers are, up towards your clit that throbs with pleasure. You’re already slipping away and drowning in this heavenly feeling that he blesses you with.
Goosebumps appear along your arms and you’re shivering, weakly pulling on his hair, nails dragging along his scalp. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Levi groans against your dripping cunt, slurping up your juices hungrily and not bothered by how filthy he must seem in the moment. His fingers inside of you stretch out slightly, curling to find that sweet spot once more that he found so easily after work.
He found it almost instantly and knew when your upper body almost jerks upwards and gasping loudly. It’s overwhelming, always being sensitive to the pleasure but happily getting drunk with it. His lips twist to form an open-smile smirk, angling his fingers to continue to rub against that sweet spot inside of you, coaxing your orgasm further and further closer. Levi shifts his face down until his tongue can wiggle into your stretched hole with his long fingers, his moans causing pleasant vibrations.
Moans never stopped leaving you and whimpering cries are ripped out of you, head tilting to bury into the pillow. You feel his tongue dragging across the shallow walls of your pussy, still happily slurping up your juices. He’s ravishing you completely, wanting to paint your reactions in his brain for eternity. “Le— I need to—“ You try to warn him but he didn’t seem to care.
In fact, he wants you to cum. He wants you to cum and squirt all over him again except this time on his face. People always pictured as someone who hates any kind of form of mess. It’s not true. The mere idea of the girl he adores making such a wet mess is appealing to him. He handles it with ease. Sex is dirty. It’s sweaty. It’s wet. He loves it all. It’s natural. The only thing he hates is not being able to clean up after finishing. He wouldn’t be able to just lay there in the mess and ignore it. He wants both himself and you to feel clean and proper afterwards. So yeah, he’d love it if you made a mess on his face. The dark-haired male brings his tongue back up to swirl across your clit, fingers rapidly thrusting into you, consistently rubbing against your g-spot and pushing you further and further until you finally orgasm.
The fingers that were pressed into you, swiftly pull out as you felt your pussy clenching and your clit pulsating further than before. You did squirt. Harder than ever before and you didn’t think it was possible. It was messy as your juices spurt out from release, landing in heavy drops and splattering on the lower half of Levi’s face. He’s panting softly, not giving your body time to recover from your first climax before he’s burying his face between your thighs that now clench firmly on either side of his face.
You’re more sensitive than usual and so as his tongue drags thick stripes across your cunt, you choked back a sob, almost delirious from the amount of pleasure that continued to crash over you in waves. Your body trembles in the bed, muscles jerking and it’s like your breath is completely knocked out of your lungs from Levi’s relentless behaviour.
He didn’t care about your cum dripping from his face, only very content that he could make you squirt when he felt like it but what he loves? Overstimulation. Oh, it’s beautiful to him. The idea of making you come over and over, getting completely lost and even your cunt throbbing with pain from the repetitive orgasms. Levi lets out a low growl, tongue teasing your clit before trailing down to your clenching hole and he pushes his tongue past the rim of it, licking up along your walls.
It sounds incredibly wet but you found yourself turned on from experiencing an apparent starving man devouring your pussy even through the first orgasm. You’re panting heavily, weakly pulling on his hair, strands of your sticking to your temple thanks to sweat. “Levi, pl-please, I’ll—“
“I want you to.” He cuts you off gently, words muffled by his mouth pressed eagerly onto your cunt, lapping at the ribbed walls of your womanhood. You had no control this time. How could you? He’s pushing past what you usually handle naturally and god, you’re in heaven. Levi so badly wants to feel your tight heat wrap around his cock and squeeze but he wants to make you orgasm once more.
It only took a few minutes and you genuinely tried to hold it back but you’re wrapped tight around his beautiful fingers and he can tug at the strings, making you climax as many times as he pleases. You shudder hard, your mind wiped clean and only seeing stars for a moment as you orgasm. This time, it wasn’t as messy because he wasn’t stimulating your g-spot for some time but it all still felt so good, leaving you feeling hot and like jelly, barely able to move your shaking muscles.
There’s an ache behind this orgasm this time but you embrace it, finding that you rather love the pain wrapped up in the sweet pleasure of an orgasm. Your muscles are difficult to move and you naturally flinch from his tongue once more dragging up the folds of your cunt. Even with your mind-wiped and feeling completely fucked out, you wanted to finally feel Levi inside of him. You were still feeling so damn needy for the older male.
Levi kneels up, one hand giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze and the other rather casually wiping his face clean of your mess that still threatened to drip. The dark lust that clouds over his steel-grey eyes are matching yours. You both want more.
“You make me feel so good..”
You slur out quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck and he easily obliges when you pull him in. Levi presses a heated kiss to your lips, feeling your legs wrap around him and his hand glides up your leg, squeezing the side of your ass.
“My dumb baby. I adore that you already look so fucked and it’s only going to continue love. Do you want to continue? Not pushing you too far?”
Your heart flutters from the fact that he checks on you, even though you’re already trying to angle yourself to rub on his throbbing cock that you twitch against you.
“No condom. In me. Now.”
You attempt to command through a pout and Levi couldn’t help but snort, appreciating your attempt but he pulls away, making you lay completely on your back.
“No condom. Are you sure?”
“No! Wan’ your cum buried inside of me. Want it to drip out! Please?”
You ask with a sigh, ignoring how your body feels so weak yet so warm. You desperately need him inside of you, eager to push for a third orgasm since no other man has done that for you before. Let alone actually made you come. Levi bites back a groan, already picturing the pretty sight of your cunt dripping with his white sticky mess. His long fingers curl around the base of his cock and he shifts himself to kneel between your quivering thighs properly.
He pushes his hips forward, teasingly dragging his lubricated cock between your folds, gazing at your face when he slaps the first inch or so of his cock against your overly sensitive clit a few times. You gasp at the contact, hand coming up to grip onto his shoulder, nails digging harshly into the flesh. You whimper, addicted to the pain and Levi is memorising your cute reaction from such an obscene gesture. Levi may not be in his sadistic headspace but at the back of his mind, he could already see fantasies build-up of slapping your pussy directly and watching you squirm and whine from the pleasurable sting that leaves your pussy throbbing.
Now isn’t the time for that. He smiles softly, completely in awe of you. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance.
“Ready?”
You’re flattered that he’s asking once more. Levi is always the gentleman, even though such hot and heavy moments. Just checking on you one more time. You nod your head eagerly and finally, he pushes the bulbous head of his cock past the tight rim of your hole and thankfully, the sting of the stretch is very subtle and you didn’t mind the ache of your overstimulated pussy, feeling completely relaxed beneath him.
Levi’s head falls forward, brows knitting together and eyes closing tight, lips parted to allow a moan to fall out from feeling the warmth of your pussy finally wrapping around the thickness of his cock, slowly as he takes his time pushing into you. You squeeze around his invading cock, feeling it stretch you out. Your juices as well as the lubricant making him slide in with no painful friction.
Levi completely bottoms out inside of you. His throbbing cock completely inside of you and he lowers himself against you, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other tenderly stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You whimper and he gently shushes you, pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips, not bothered by the smeared lipstick. “You feel so good, Y/N. So tight for me, hm?
A shaky breath escapes him, pressing you further against the mattress and he takes hold of your hand, lacing his long fingers with yours and giving a squeeze. It sort of grounds you despite your head being up in the clouds, tears sticking to your long lashes. Finally, Levi is filling you up and you were when his thick and beautiful cock could fill you up in the right places. The velvety walls slick with your wetness squeezes tight around his cock and pulling him just that tiny bit further. His thumb caresses your hand and both of you simply melt into the moment, feeling connected more than ever before.
His other hand cups your cheek, half-lidded gaze fulling of longing and you just know that you belong to him. Completely. His name carved in gold across your soul. Levi leans forward to press another kiss to your lips, slowly pulling his hips out and managing to stop himself from moaning too loud when your wells cling onto his cock, dragging. As if your body responds on its own and refuses to part.
“So fucking heavenly. Warm and tight, Y/N. Love being inside of you and filling you up. Going to fuck you so good, hm? Make you come again, can you handle that?”
His filthy words are magic to your ears, the same set of words buzzing in your mind and you whimper, tightening your hold on his hand that is linked with yours. “Take me, Levi. Swallow me whole and keep for eternity.” You whisper breathlessly and Levi accepts that as the sign to continue.
Levi fucks into you slow, wanting to savour the addicting feeling of your pussy clamping around him and the wet sounds that fill the empty space of the room. The dark-haired male is kissing along your neck once more. You could feel every pulsating moment of his hard cock when he slides in and out of you, hips moving gracefully with each thrust. Your mouth hangs open as broken moans escape, completely delirious and almost exhausted because of your previous orgasms.
It brought tears to your eyes and Levi thinks you look so pretty, enjoying the sight of the tears gliding down your warm cheeks. “Pretty. Such a pretty girl.” He grunts quietly, tongue dragging flat across the tears, collecting them and swallowing. You purr out his name, eyes barely able to keep focus but god, you love the feel of his cock fucking into you; fucking you dumb.
“Mm, fuck. My girl looks completely fucked out, hm? I’ll take care of you.”
It’s like his filter is off once he’s thrusting into you and you didn’t mind at all. You wanted to be the reason behind him momentarily losing his control. “Fa-ah!” He read your mind and snapped his hips forward, pushing all of his cock back into you, stretching you out and leaving you trembling. Your laced fingers with his become undone and you wrap your arms beneath his shoulders, nails dragging down his back.
All you could think was his name. Over and over. You could feel that it felt like your version of heaven despite the slight aches from your previous climaxes but that’s it. It was all feeling it. You couldn’t even form coherent sentences as he fucks faster into you; fast and deep. Always hitting the right spot that causes pleasure to surge through you. The sounds of his skin slapping firmly against yours joins your cries of ecstasy, sobbing with tears still appearing.
You didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t want to. Levi hisses quietly from feeling your nails break the skin of his back and leave faint scratch marks. His masochistic side thrilled from the sting of pain. “That’s it, love. Fuck— Doing so well for me.” Levi’s groan drags out, head tilting back for a moment when he feels your walls clench along with his pulsating cock.
The dark-haired male gazes down at you, tenderness sneaking through the clouds of lust. He never thought of himself as attracted to the idea of breaking someone in from too much pleasure and having them babbling between tears and moaning his name but now, it’s becoming one of his favourite things to do easily. Levi’s hands grip firmly onto your hips, holding you down and drags his cock slowly out of you until only his leaking tip is in, juices dripping from his cock already before he slams into you, watching as your breasts jiggle with each hard impact of his thrusts.
You turned into a completely fucked out, a dumb girl who couldn’t do anything but enjoy every wave of pleasure crashing over you, bringing you closer to your third orgasm. Somehow you managed to hold it, biting down on his shoulder weakly but he pushes you back down, a brief kiss to your forehead. Such a sweet gesture that doesn’t line up with the hard movements of his hips.
“Good girl. Nearly— Nearly there.”
Levi breathes out his praise heavily, sweat against his temples and his abdomen tensing as he holds back his own orgasm as well, not wanting to finish just yet. He’s too addicted to you. Levi is completely addicted to how the velvety ribbed walls of your pussy are dripping and clenching to his long cock that drills into you. His thrusts are relentless, one hand coming to cup your right breast and squeeze harshly, slapping it lightly to watch the soft tissue jiggle even further.
Your eyes go almost cross-eyed as you look up at him, saliva dribbling down your chin as you whimpered out his name, barely able to roll your hips to meet each of his direct thrusts, his cock easily going in deep and he’s grunting every time he thrusts forward, balls slapping against your ass. It’s filthy and raw but the intimacy between you both is still there, gazing at each other out of fondness despite you feeling like your head is empty and fucked out. The squelching sound only adds to the filthiness, feeling his hand cupping your chin and fingers digging into your cheeks.
“Open.”
He slurs out softly, drunk off of the feeling of your pussy and you obediently open your mouth, eyes appearing glassy. Levi leans in close, dragging his tongue into your wet tongue lazily before he pulls away slightly. He gathers the spit in his mouth before he spits it out into your wet cavern. You let out a pleased mewl before you swallow his saliva, giggling between your moans.
He’s smiling at how delirious you’ve become, grunting as his hips stutter for a moment when you squeeze around his cock once more as if wanting to milk his cum straight out of veiny cock. “Cu- ah, nn—“ You blabber out, your stomach feeling hot and tight with the need to orgasm, barely able to hold onto him, arms weak and by your head.
“Come for me, Y/N.”
A shiver runs up your spine and once more you melt, body feeling like jelly. Your walls spasm around his cock, repeatedly clenching with your clit throbbing. Your body feels numb and you could barely keep your eyes open from the orgasm, feeling so, so good and floaty but it hurts, not used to coming multiple times. You like it. You like it a lot.
The feeling of your slick walls squeezing around his cock is enough to send him over the cliff, crashing down into his ocean of pleasure. He’s shuddering, biting down on his lip to muffle the moans that drag out of his chest. The short male is hunched forward until his forehead is pressing against your shoulder, his slow thrust now sloppy as he finally releases inside of you, the hot sticky cum painting your walls and filling you up.
You whine softly when you feel him pumping inside of you, weakly holding onto him still and you both slump against the bed. Your hair is messy and tangled with sweat, your body feeling warm and it took everything in you to not fall asleep right there from exhaustion. Levi’s hand is soothingly rubbing along your side, warm breath fanning across your neck as he mumbles reassuring praises.
Levi stays inside of you for a good few minutes, lips brushing against your jawline. The silence is comfortable once more, something you embrace easily. “Don’t fall asleep, love.” He whispers, gazing at you with warmth. The tears on your face are dried up, eyes droopy and you manage to smile. You’re slowly coming down from your third high, nuzzling against him and your thoughts now becoming more clear.
You wonder if you did well. If he enjoyed it as much as he did because for you, this was the best sex you’ve ever had. Yeah, it was a little filthy and raw. You’re both littered with hickeys and you eagerly swallowed his spit when his soft tone commanded you to. It was sloppy and the sheets are wet with your mess and even so, everything felt so perfect and even romantic. He was beautiful the way he worshipped every inch of your body, letting you feel wanted for once. Levi treated you with respect, something you never had.
Tears appear once more, both relief and doubts washing over you and Levi pull back slightly when he heard your sniffling. Ah, you were experiencing a minor sub drop after coming down from your high. It’s natural for something like this to happen. He smiles softly, cupping your cheek as he presses reassuring kisses to your lips. His reassurance always came in small gestures and services but for you? He’d give you the world.
“My good girl, you made me feel so good. You must be so tired but we need to have a bath, hm? Nod if you understand.” His thumbs brush away the tears and he slowly pulls his now soft cock out of you, noticing how some of his cum dribbles out of your entrance.
You nod your head and he guides your arms to wrap around his neck, clearing his throat. Levi is coming down from his high, feeling rather dirty with how he lost control so easily with you in bed. It’s not that he would ever scare you but it’s not like he thinks daily of spitting into your mouth and teasing you with words of filth. Still, he enjoyed it all immensely.
Levi is naturally quiet, easily scooping you up when your body felt like jelly, his grip on you is firm. His grey eyes hold adoration for you, walking towards the bathroom and flicking the light on to reveal the modern bathroom, spacious and clean. He presses his lips to your forehead, setting you on the counter.
“Y/N, listen to my voice, okay? Let me take care of you. I want you to remember that I enjoyed it all. I’m going to prepare the bath, okay? I’m just a few metres away.”
Levi drags a fresh towel over your lap to try and keep you warm, giving your hand a light squeeze. You feel thankful that he’s using his words despite not being much of a talker. He’s reassuring you in so many ways that the sniffling is quiet now and you’re starting to feel content, remembering that you both had fun and connected.
The dark-haired male briefly pushes back his hair, walking over to the bathtub and turns on the taps, adjusting the temperature. “Still in the clouds?” He asks, preparing a bubble bath with soft scents of lavender and vanilla. It relaxes you. Not really in the headspace and able to speak coherently, you laugh softly.
“I’m not, I’m okay. I’m sorry I— cried after. It just hit me out of nowhere.”
Levi hums in response to your words, setting some supplies near the edge once the water has filled up the tub. He walks over, hands resting on either side of you, making you meet his gaze. His eyes aren’t wavering.
“Don’t apologise, Y/N. Such a drop in headspace is natural. Especially after a first time with someone. Your head begins to think if the other person enjoyed it as much as you. Did you enjoy it?”
Your cheeks feel hot, nodding your head.
“Y-Yeah.”
“I enjoyed it as well. Did anything make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, but I feel kind of embarrassed for liking things so much. It’s like— society says it’s not normal.”
“Tch. We all have our kinks and some of them can appear even through vanilla-like sex. It doesn’t matter what they think. We’re two consenting adults.”
You couldn’t help but bite back a grin. He’s always been so subtle with his opinions but strongly logical. It makes sense. You sit in silence and watch Levi grab a wipe. One hand cupping your chin to keep your head still before he begins to clean your face, wiping the makeup off carefully, along with the dry tears. Levi discards the wipe into the bin and hoists you up, carrying you gracefully over to the bath and carefully lowers you in. Always so gentle. Good thing that he didn’t make you walk since you practically felt like you were made out of jelly. Levi steps over the ledge and lowers himself into the water behind you, legs spread out next to yours and he sighs out softly.
You look over your shoulder and your eyes meet his. Something blossomed in your chest, causing you to speak up. “I care for you, Levi. I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Your voice is soft and this time, Levi’s heart is fluttering and he almost felt shy. “Tch, turn around.” He jokes, forcing you to turn around before he grabs a soft cloth. Levi begins to lather you up, washing you clean of sweat from your upper body, grateful you couldn’t see the smile that lingers on his tiers or the rosy tint to his cheeks.
You lean back into him, finding his touch to be so light and you wrap his free arm around you, resting your chin on his forearm. He obliges. “I care about you, too. Y/N. Thank you for tonight. I’d like to see you even more. Not just for sex.” His words are steady and honest, flowers blooming in your chest from hearing them. You’re falling for him. You have been for a while now but such words shall not be whispered just yet, wanting to see this relationship grow, just like he wants, too.
Levi’s hand dips beneath the water and he washes between your legs, careful as he feels you tremble, knowing your pussy must still be aching from overstimulation. Not wanting to be the only one cared for, you manage to wiggle around in the bath with Levi’s help, watching his brow arch in question.
You grab another cloth and begin to wash him down, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. Levi finds himself enjoying it. He’s always been happy being independent but maybe, he could open up to this. It’s comforting and... Levi has never had comfort before.
“Who knew you could speak such filthy words, Levi. I was swooning!”
Levi’s eyebrow twitches and he scoffs, amused by your words.
“Who knew you could suck cock so well, Y/N. Would love to train that gag reflex out of you but you sound so pretty choking on my cock.”
You pout playfully, continuing to scrub him clean before using your wet hands to brush your fingers through his hair, admiring how thicker strands fall over his eyes.
“Just wanted to be your good girl.”
“You are my good girl. Close your eyes, back around.”
Your heart is racing, pleased with the possessiveness. You obediently follow his orders and move back around until you’re unable to see him, closing your eyes. He guides your head back and you soon feel warm water being poured over your head, wetting your hair. Levi squirts some shampoo into his hands before he begins to rub, coating your hair in the shampoo that smells like coconut. The scents in the air coaxing you further into a relaxed state. His fingertips massage against your scalp, dragging his fingers carefully through. Levi notices some knots and so not wanting you in pain, he washes out the shampoo, fingers dragging along your hair until he hears the squeak. Perfect. Squeaky clean.
You hug your knees to your chest, waiting patiently as he squirts conditioner into his palm and soon lathers it into the ends of your hair, fingers dragging through. The male grabs the comb and begins to carefully brush out the knots. His touch is so featherlight, applying pressure on your scalp to prevent pain as he brushes some of the knots out more firmly. “Perfect.” Levi murmurs once the comb glides all the way through and you feel giddy that he cares so much about your wellbeing.
Levi washes out the conditioner and finally, wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close against his naked body. You feel so safe, snuggling into him. You both stay like this for a while, enjoying each other’s presence in the bath.
Eventually, he pulls away, hands rubbing your biceps. “I’m going to change the sheets. I’ll be back to help you out, okay? Call for me if you need me.” Levi presses a kiss to the top of your head before he stands up, grabbing a fresh towel for himself, quickly ruffling up his hair until it’s only damp, drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his hips. Your eyes linger on the v-line and hum in approval. Levi leaves the room.
...
“Levi!”
You call out instantly and he’s quick to poke his head in, frowning.
“You okay? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just missing you.”
His face deadpans before his eyes are rolling. Still, a smile is starting to creep onto his visage.
“Nn. Feels good.”
Levi leaves this time and you sink further beneath the water, closing your eyes. Levi still didn’t want to leave you for too long, not when you’ve been vulnerable and besides, deep down, Levi enjoys pampering and providing aftercare. Not that he’d say it so loudly.
He strips the bed of the wet sheets, throwing it into the basket for tomorrow’s washing before he pulls open his drawers, grabbing a pair of boxers and PJ bottoms. The towel is thrown into the basket as he tugs on the boxers, tucking himself in before the bottoms slide up his legs, deciding to skip the shirt for today. Levi grabs fresh sheets (always having plenty on hand) and begins to make the bed.
He has years of experience in making the bed because it’s done within minutes, not a crinkle can be seen. Levi smoothes out the blanket on top before he walks quietly down the hallway, quickly checking that you were okay and then visits the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of cold water from the fridge, a packet of crackers and puts them on the dishwasher to finally wash their dishes once everything was in. It’d drive him crazy if he left it till morning.
He sets everything on the bedside table, silently concerned for leaving you for minutes too long. Levi’s steps are quiet, making his journey back to the bathroom to see you. Your arms are crossed on the edge, staring into space with a dreamy expression. He’s relieved to see you happy, squatting down in front of you. His hand firmly cups the back of your neck, bringing you back to reality. Levi couldn’t help but admire your beauty, eyes grazing over the bruises across your body from his kisses.
“Ready, love?”
“Mm.”
Levi takes that as a sign, grabbing a new towel and not the one he used on you before. This one is huge and as he helps you out of the bath, the towel could almost wrap you up twice. With a smaller towel, he delicately handles drying your hair, keeping you leaning against the closest wall, leg easily slipping between yours to keep you upright. You’re blushing, silently happy with how he handles you so gently and carefully. Once you found yourself dry, his arm wraps around your waist, slowly guiding you back into the bedroom.
The bedroom looks brand new again, even noticing that your clothes are neatly folded on the chair near the window. “Sit.” Levi points to the bed and you automatically sit. You watch as he grabs a pair of another set of his boxers and a shirt, gaze lingering on his upper body. How did you get so lucky to score someone so gorgeous?
He changes you quietly, helping your tired body move and once you were in an oversized shirt of his and boxers, he easily hoists you over as if you weighed nothing, tucking you into one side of the bed. You whine, patting aggressively next to yourself and Levi snorts, changing the light source to the one on the bedside and finally, you’re both in his bed after a long night.
Levi coaxes you over to the middle of the bed, uncapping one of the bottles. “Have a few sips for me, Y/N.” You melt in his tender voice, watching him tip the bottle and you swallow a few mouthfuls of water, quenching your first. Levi drinks from the other bottle, holding up the crackers in question. You shake your head and bury beneath the blankets. Levi watches you, eyes full of so much longing when you weren’t looking.
Your fingers curl around his pants, tugging. Levi obeys you this time, huffing as if he’s annoyed from being told what to do but he’s happy to slide further under the covers until he’s lying next to you. One arm is wrapped around your waist to pull you in, his legs tangling with yours and keeping you linked with him.
Your eyes were starting to feel droopy, exhaustion from the night activities trying to lure you into slumber. Levi wasn’t helping with his soothing caresses, moving you until your head rests on his chest, tucked beneath his chin. You couldn’t deny how happy you feel to be touched so much by him in privacy. You know it must be difficult for him at first, not so used to physical affection but Levi... He’s starting to crave it more and more. It will always be subtle and in silence, no one else around but you like it. You like having your world with Levi Ackerman.
“My heart bleeds colour for you, Y/N.”
His voice is a whisper and you slowly pull back to gaze into his eyes. You sense vulnerability from the older male. This is special. Something only Levi could want to give. You know it’s difficult for him to express such complex emotions but, he wanted to. A sigh parts from his lips, brushing hair out of your eyes. These words are only meant for you to hear. It’s something so different. Something you’ve never heard of and maybe to some people, it wouldn’t make sense but to you, it does. It makes perfect sense. You’re the reason for the colour seeping out of his heart finally and brightening up his now blooming world. Your world. He’s your world.
“Thank you, Y/N. For bringing colour into my grey world. Is there anything else you need?”
You smile warmly, shaking his head and lean up to press a long kiss to his lips, pulling away.
“Only for you to know that your name is carved into my soul now.”
You whisper, fingers brushing lightly over his cheek. Levi chuckles, finally pulling to lay on his back, guiding your head back to his chest, happy with your words.
“Go to sleep.”
His soft voice easily lulls you, nuzzling into his chest and breathing in his scent. Your eyes close and you fall asleep in the arms of the man you’re devoted to. Your chest is rising and falling peacefully. Levi’s own eyes are droopy but he watches over you for a few minutes. Fingers brushing along your arm, gaze so tender. He could drown in you and he’d let himself sink. The male knows that this isn’t something he could deny any longer. He once was scared. Not anymore. With you, everything falls into place perfectly. Levi sighs out softly. His arms wrapped protectively around you for the night. Levi plans to wake up early to prepare breakfast for you. It's needed after such a passionate night, filled with raw emotion and sex. His chin rests lightly on top of your head, the steady beat of his heart could be heard, even in your peaceful slumber. Levi couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. For once, Levi could fall asleep, too. Insomnia went for the night. Content with everything between you both.
