Levi was a tale of two sides, often seen as the angry, bulldozer yet composed defender when he set foot on the pitch was far from the man who would step into your house or even lock eyes with once the match was over. The calm, confident and composed defender of Chelsea now sat on the couch, whining your name out into your quiet home.
“babyyy” Levi dragged out
“i’m coming” you say with a laugh
Levi listens to your slippers dragging against the tiles come closer as you enter the living room, nothing fancy on, just some cotton pyjamas with hearts on and your bunny slippers, your arms up in your hair trying to clip it out of your face
“yes baby?” you say finally standing within his reach as he pulls you between his legs, arms wrapped around your ass
“miss you” he mumbled burying his face into your stomach
“you saw me less than 10 minutes ago” you laugh remembering how you went upstairs to change
“that is so long” he sighs looking up at you “you’re so pretty”
“i’m in my pyjamas” you deadpan
“you could be out of them” Levi smirks snapping the band of your pants against your skin
“disgusting” you giggle backing from him “you promised me a movie night”
Levi sighs dramatically, eyes following you as you grab the remote and flop onto the couch next to him
“what are we feeling like?” you ask him opening Netflix
“like my wife doesn’t want to cuddle me” Levi almost pouts
“you know if fans saw you like this they would be in awe at how this is the same man who starts fights and kicks strikers across the field” you all of giggle
“that was one time—
“that was the first game you invited me to” you correct him making him roll his eyes
“that was 6 years ago” he says
you give a short breathy laugh, pecking Levi’s pout before settling into his arms, a sigh of content coming from you as his warmth starts to seep in
Share- Levi Colwill x reader x Jude Bellingham (love triangle)
Wearning: +18,smut
You are at a time in your life when the attention on you has become overwhelming. and everything started unexpectedly. You have always been a quiet person, far from drama and emotional complications. Yet, here you are, involved in a love triangle between Jude Bellingham and Levi Colwill. It’s clear that both of them do not intend to give up.
It all started a few months earlier, at an exclusive party hosted by a mutual friend. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and you had no idea that your life would change that night.You were at the bar sipping a cocktail when Jude came over with his disarming smile and self-confident look.
"I’ve never seen you at a party like this. You’re one of those people who likes to stay in the shadows, am I right?" He had said it in a tone that felt like defiance.
You laughed, trying to hide the blush that was coloring your cheeks. "I prefer not to draw too much attention. I’m not really... used to it."
"Well, tonight you’ll be in the middle of mine," he replied, raising his glass towards you.
You couldn’t deny that Jude had a magnetic charm. You spent the evening chatting, discovering a side of him that went beyond the footballer: a brilliant, ambitious but also surprisingly sweet boy.
Yet, just as you were starting to feel comfortable, someone else had caught your attention.
Levi Colwill had made his way through the crowd with the calm of one who does not need to hurry to be noticed. He was different from Jude: less cheeky, more mysterious. When he saw you, he approached discreetly, waiting for the right moment to talk to you.
"Is he already boring you?" he said, pointing to Jude with a nod. "What?" you asked, surprise.
"Bellingham. He has a reputation for talking too much," he added with a grin that made you shiver.
"And you? Are you one of those who speaks little and listens a lot?" you answered, amused.
"Something like that," he said, with a look that seemed to be light inside.
From that moment on, your attention was divided. Both boys seemed determined to win you over, each in their own way. Jude was spontaneous, passionate, always ready to make you laugh. Levi, on the other hand, was reflective, profound, capable of turning even a trivial conversation into something special.
In the days and weeks that followed, Jude and Levi had begun to become more and more present in your life.
One afternoon, Jude had shown up to your house on a motorbike. "Let’s go for a ride. I want to show you the city like you’ve never seen it before."
You could not say no, and that afternoon turned into an unforgettable adventure, among laughter and breathtaking views.
But just when you thought Jude had won an important point, Levi made his move. One evening, he invited you to an impromptu dinner at his house. He had cooked for you, and the way he looked at you as you spoke made you feel special in a way that you couldn’t explain.
Every moment with one of them seemed like a balancing act, a step forward for one and a step back for the other.
Things had exploded when, during a dinner you decided not to attend to take time to think about it, the two ended up arguing.
"Do you really think you have a chance with her?" said Jude, raising his voice. "She wants someone who knows how to amuse her, who knows how to live. Not one who spends time as a philosopher."
"Ah, really?" Levi replied, keeping a calm tone but visibly irritated. "Because it seems to me that she’s looking for someone who really understands her. And, honestly, it’s not you."
The words became increasingly sharp, until the two almost clashed physically. Mutual friends had intervened to separate them, but the tension was palpable.
The next day you were sitting on a park bench, the sun filters through the leaves of the trees and warms your face. You shake your phone, a little bored, when you get a message.
Jude: "Are you free tonight? I thought I’d take you somewhere you’d like to go."
You smile lightly, aware of his attempt to win you over. You do not respond in time, that another notification surprises you.
Levi: "I’ll pick you up in an hour. I won’t take no for an answer."
You’re wide-eyed, you incredulous. But are they in agreement? you ask. The situation amuses you, but it also makes you difficult. It is not easy to juggle between the insistence of two guys so charming and, above all, so competitive.
---
You’re sitting at a table in an elegant restaurant. Levi is standing in front of you, his dark eyes fixed on yours. He wears a white shirt with a slight button-down that lets you see his skin and the tuatuaggi on his right arm that made him irresistible. He smiles with that confidence which he knows to be his best weapon.
"So, did you have fun with Bellingham the other day?" asks, bringing the glass of wine to his lips.Raise an eyebrow, surprised by her direct question.
"Are you jealous, Colwill?" you reply provocatively.He laughs, shaking his head.
"Jealous? No, just curious. I want to see if he has a chance against me."
You stop for a moment, his gaze is penetrating, but you do not give in. You are aware of your power in this situation.
"Maybe he does. Or maybe not. It depends on who is smarter." you reply with a mischievous smile. Levi bites his lip, visibly amused by your challenge.
"Oh, so you’re challenging me? Are you sure you want to play with me?"
"I never play, Levi. And you know it."
His smile widens. "I like it even more."
---
The next day, Jude invites you to his house. When you arrive, he welcomes you with the usual bright smile. He wears a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, a simple but incredibly attractive look on him.
"You’re finally here. I was beginning to think that Levi had kidnapped you." he says jokingly.He laughs, shaking his head.
"Don’t worry, I’m too smart to be caught." You reply with a playful smile.Jude looks at you for a moment, his gaze becomes more serious.
"I know. And maybe that’s what I like about you." he admits, getting a few steps closer.
You feel your heart racing, but not receding. He is so close that you can smell his fresh and enveloping scent.
"Don’t think you can have me just because you tell me to." You answer with a confident voice.
"I don’t think so. But I know I do." He answers, and his eyes won’t come off of yours.
---
The days pass and the tension between Levi and Jude becomes more evident. It all starts with small comments thrown at a distance, but soon the jokes turn into provocative looks. During a party you’ve been invited to, you find them both there, and the situation becomes explosive.
"What a coincidence to see you here, Bellingham." says Levi with a provocative smirk.
"Yeah, you here too, Colwill? I thought you were busy losing games." Jude replied, keeping the tone calm but sharp. You look at them with your arms folded.
"Are you serious?" you ask, tired of their teasing.
Levi approaches you, moving a lock of hair behind your ear.
"I’m just protecting what’s mine," he says, looking into your eyes.
"Yours? Don’t get confused, Colwill." You counter, and he laughs softly. Jude steps forward, his eyes on Levi.
"She’s nobody’s, dude. And you should remember that." said Jude looking at him badly.
The two stare for a moment. You know that things could get out of hand, but you decide to intervene.
"Stop it! I’m not a trophy. If you keep acting like this, you’ll both lose." You say in a firm tone and leave them alone.
The two continued to watch while Levi watched with a calm that was making Jude angry. "Who wins the best," said Jude, and Levi looked at him amused and then left.
---
It was a few days and you decided to go to the disco alone to get your ideas, It was one of those evenings where the atmosphere seemed magical from the beginning. You were in the elegant nightclub in the heart of London, immersed in a vortex of soft lights and pulsating music.
You were trying to distract yourself from the events of these days by not thinking about how Levi and Jude kept coming at you and how they always fought over you.
The DJ had just started playing a hypnotic mix of house and reggaeton, and you couldn’t help but let yourself go to the beat. You wore a dress that perfectly embraced every curve, attracting admiring glances wherever you went, but what really caught the eye was your energy. You danced with an innate sensuality, without any effort, as if the music ran in your blood.
At one point, you feel a burning gaze on you. You turn slowly and cross the gaze of Levi, he looked at you with an intensity that made you hold your breath. He waves a little glass at you, and your heart quickened. Before you can answer, you notice another pair of eyes staring at you: Jude Bellingham. He was on the opposite side of the dance floor, leaning nonchalantly against the bar. When your looks meet, his smile widens, and he slowly approaches, moving through the crowd with magnetic security.
You don’t have time to think. The music changes, becoming slower and more sensual, and Levi takes the first step. He approaches with a mischievous smile, tilting his head.
"Y/n as always I can’t do at least not notice you" he says, his deep voice barely overtaken by the music. "Let’s dance?"
You don’t have time to answer that you feel a warm hand on your back. You turn around, facing Jude. He is even more beautiful up close, with his dark eyes that seem to read your soul.
"Levi, you’re too slow," says Jude with a provocative smile. "She dance with me tonight."
You find yourself between two fires, but instead of choosing, you decide to have fun. "Who said I should choose one?" Answer, with a smirk that leaves both speechless.
The music picks up and you start moving, letting go completely. Levi comes to you from behind, his hands just above your hips, while Jude watches you from the front, his body coming closer and closer to yours. They dance in tune, their bodies following your movements with perfect precision. It’s thrilling, almost surreal to be the center of their attention.
As Levi touches your neck with a light kiss, you feel a shiver running down your back. " So beautiful" he murmurs, his voice so close that you can’t hear it. You let go for a moment, head tilting to the side to offer him more space and start rubbing more on his cock. But as soon as you close your eyes, feel Jude’s hands on your life.
You look up at him, and he looks at you with a determination that takes your breath away. " I waited long enough," he says, before bending down and capturing your lips in an intense, passionate kiss. His mouth is hot, and the way he holds you makes you lose your sense of time and space. Levi, however, does not back down. He keeps kissing your neck, his hands holding you tight against him as he also began to rub his cock on your ass making you moan in Jude’s kiss
The minutes seem to stop. The dance floor around you fades away, leaving you alone in a world of music, soft lights and pure electricity. When you finally break away from Jude, your eyes meet those of Levi. His gaze is a mixture of desire and challenge.
"We’re not done with you yet," he whispers.
Smile, your heart beating wildly. "I don’t mind," you reply excited.
Jude and Levi exchanged a smile without arguing for the first time. You all three went outside and looked around.
The night air was fresh as you left the disco, still immersed in the adrenaline of the evening. Levi takes the keys to his black sports car, with a confident smile that left no room for doubt. " The evening doesn’t end here," he says, opening the door for you with a gallant gesture. You can’t help but smile as you step into the car, sitting in the back seat.
Jude follows you, closing the door behind him. Before Levi starts the engine, Jude looks at you with a breath-holding intensity. "Are you sure you can hold us?" whispers to you, his voice a mixture of fun and desire. His hand touches yours, and you feel a shiver running down your back.
"We’ll see," you reply with a mischievous smile, knowing full well that you have no intention of backing away.
Levi turns slightly from the driver’s seat, looking through the rear-view mirror with a smirk. "Be comfortable behind, huh? No distractions while driving." But the spark in his eyes betrays his tone. The engine starts, and the car starts moving, gliding smoothly through the streets lit by street lamps.
While Levi is focused on driving, Jude does not waste time. He comes closer to you, his warm breath against your skin. " Do you know how hard it is to ignore you?" he whispers, her lips touching your neck. He starts kissing you slowly, with a deliberate sweetness that makes you shiver. His hands find your side, the touch light but possessive. Every kiss is like a spark that ignites a fire within you.
You try to stay calm, but the feeling of his lips and hands makes you close your eyes and tilt your head slightly to give him more space. Jude smiles at your skin.
"You like it, don’t you?" he whispers in his low, satisfying voice. You don’t answer, but the way your body reacts is all he needs to know.
From the driver’s seat, Levi raises a hand to adjust the rear-view mirror, looking at you with an accessory smile. " If I keep feeling that way, I might have to pull over," he jokes, but the
tone is loaded with subtext. " It’s not safe to drive with you guys distracting me like this."
"You drive," Jude replies, without even taking my attention away from you. "I’m just taking care of her."
You laugh slowly, trying to regain control of the situation, but it’s impossible with Jude so close. " Maybe you should focus on the road, Levi," you say in an innocent tone that contrasts the fire you feel inside.
Levi chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, I’m thinking about it. But trust me, I can’t wait to get home to join the fun."
His words make you beat faster, and the journey to his home seems to last an eternity, every second of tension. Jude continues to kiss your neck, his touch becoming bolder, his hands touching the edge of your dress. Finally, Levi parks in front of an elegant modern house with large windows reflecting the city lights.
"Welcome," says Levi, getting out of the car and opening the door for you. His look is calm but full of promises. "We enter. The evening has just begun."
You look around for a moment, then Jude takes your hand and guides you to the entrance. Levi opens the door and lets you in first, the house lit by a warm and welcoming light. You turn to them, your heart beating like a bat.
Levi reaches you in a few steps, his confident smile makes you feel your heart beat faster. He comes slowly, his eyes seem to study you every moment, as if he is waiting for the perfect moment.
When he finally bends over to you, feel his hands gently leaning against your hips as his lips meet yours in a warm and passionate kiss.
Levi kisses with a confidence that overwhelms you. His hands are just tighter, as if to make sure you don’t go away, but you have no intention of doing so. You raise your arms and walk around her neck, pulling it closer to you as if there is still too much space between you. The warmth of his body against yours is electrifying, and the way he kisses you makes you lose any sense of time.
As you let go completely, you feel a movement behind you. Open your eyes for a moment and notice Jude coming slowly. His gaze is intense, and never turns away from you two. The way he walks, with that innate confidence, raises tension in the air. He says nothing, but the energy that emanates speaks clearly: he does not intend to stay on the sidelines.
Levi detaches himself slightly from you, just for a moment, his eyes meeting with yours as he smiles complicit. " Don’t think you’ve escaped me so easily," he whispers, his voice low and full of desire.
Levi starts kissing your neck while you moan slowly. Jude comes down behind you and lifts the dress that had made him crazy all evening and took off your underwear to then begin to kiss your thighs and you closed your eyes at the touch moaning slowly.
Levi smiled at your neck and Jude smiled at your thigh and then stuck a finger in your folds and you moaned.
Levi looks at you as he starts to pull down the shoulder strap of your dress and moves your bra while he starts to kiss your breast while Jude decides to insert his tongue into your pussy.
"Shit" you moaned as you put your hand on Levi’s hair as you watched him suck your breasts.
"So good this pussy" grunted Jude near your pussy and that made you moan again and you started rubbing your pussy on his face making him moan as he kept eating it like a hungry man.
You felt in heaven: Levi was playing with your breasts and kissing your neck while Jude was eating your pussy.
Jude was kissing your pussy and you spat on his face and he moans licking your cum while you moaned.
When he broke off, he gave him a last kiss and then got up. Levi was still kissing your neck and playing with your tits while you kept moaning.
You turned your head a little to look at Jude and moaned as he was hot with your cum in his face and his mouth open a bit while he tried to catch his breath.
"You taste so good," Jude muttered as he kissed, and you groaned as you pulled her hair.
Levi does not give you time to think. With a smile that promises all sorts of temptation, he takes your hand and guides you through the corridor of his house, with Jude following you closely. The lights are low, and every step seems to amplify the electricity flowing between you three. You find yourself in front of the door to Levi’s room, and he pushes it slowly, revealing an intimate and welcoming environment, dominated by a large bed with dark and soft sheets.
Before you can speak, Levi grabs you by the hips and pulls you against him. Her lips settle back on your neck, exploring every inch with a deliberate slowness that makes you shiver. " I can’t stop thinking how irresistible you are," he whispers against your skin, his deep voice vibrating in your ears. His hands come down on your hips, clenching lightly as to emphasize his grip upon you.
You let go at the moment, your breath getting shorter as her lips descend towards the base of your neck. You raise your hands and walk through his dark hair, pulling him even closer to you, as if you want to hear every movement. "Levi..." Whispers, but the words are lost in the pleasure it causes you.
Jude, who had been watching with a mixture of impatience and desire, approaches with a determined pace. " Don’t forget about me," he says, his voice charged with a slight challenge. He stops beside you, his gaze that moves between you and Levi, before resting definitively on you. His hand lifts up to touch your face, and then it comes down your shoulder, the warm and enveloping touch.
Levi stops for a moment, lifting his head from your neck to look at Jude. "I have no intention of keeping it all to myself," he says with a smile that is both complicit and cheeky. Then he looks at you, his eyes shining with desire. "Are you ready for this?" asks you, his voice low and full of promises.
You cannot answer with words, but the way you clasp against him is sufficient. Jude moves beside you, his body approaching to touch yours, while Levi starts kissing your neck with increasing passion. The room fills with tension, every moment that passes makes you forget everything.
Both of them hurry to strip off. Revealing their long, thick and hard cocks. You moaned as you looked at their dicks and how big they were. You couldn’t stop looking at their dick.
The two of them noticed and smiled. Jude started touching his cock as he looked at you "Don’t worry baby girl we’ll make you feel good". Jude said as Levi began to take off your dress and bra, and as he did so he was biting your neck and you groaned.
When he finished taking off your dress, Levi slapped your butt and made you groan and Jude smiled at the sight of how sexy you were as you moaned.
You come to them and kneel before them and hummed happily as they saw their cock was close to your face.
"Open this beautiful mouth," says Jude in a roaring voice as he lifts his chin and grabs the end of his cock, taking it to your mouth.
When you open your mouth, he enters gently while you swirl your tongue around him enjoying the salty pre-cum. Jude grabs a handful of hair and pulls it slightly to help him guide himself further into your mouth. Hitting the bottom of your throat with tears in your eyes as it pushes back and forth in your mouth. She moans about how good you are and bites her lip as you look at it.
Jude slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth leaving you with an empty mouth, while Levi approaches and smiles at you.
You opened your mouth and slowly slid his big cock into your mouth. He grabs your back and without warning, he puts his dick in the bottom of your throat and slightly gags you.
He moves his hips while his cock continues to abuse the back of your throat. He looks at you and grunts "this beautiful mouth is made to suck my cock". Hearing these words you wept.
He pulls out of your mouth, while a small sliver of saliva follows his cock.
You looked at both of them with desire as they came a little closer to you as they started touching their dick while they were looking at you and grunting and you moaned along with them feeling even more wet.
"Shit, I’m going to cum," said Jude, touching her cock faster and Levi nodded in agreement as he looked at you and kept touching his dick.
"Open that beautiful mouth for us, baby," said Levi and you nodded in obedience.
You opened your mouth and pulled out your tongue while both Levi and Jude spilled on your tongue and the cum also fell on your tits and the rest of your body.
You moaned upon hearing the semen of both your beautiful mouth and they groaned at sight. " So sexy" said Jude grunting and Levi nodded without taking his eyes off you.
Levi and Jude help you to get up and guide you on the bed.
"Lie down for us, darling" Levi muttered and you obeyed and the two smiled.
"What a good girl," said Jude, approaching you and bending over to kiss you.
His hands slide along your naked body and you moaned as he felt his warm hands on your body.
Jude moves away to look down on you and then comes back to you and kisses you passionately.
His tongue explores your mouth, while his hands rest on your waist caressing your skin gently, while you slide your fingers through his hair pulling his breath heavier.
Levi meanwhile caresses your thighs and spreads your legs to get close to your pussy. He kisses the inside of your thighs with sensuality and passion as he approaches your folds, while you can feel his warm breath touching your clitoris and groan in Jude’s mouth.
Levi licked a strip on your folds, making you emit a slight whimper. He laid a gentle kiss on your clitoris before wrapping his tongue around it and gently sucking it. Use slow movements to tease you and make you wiggle and whimper.
He wraps his hands under your thighs to prevent you from moving too much. While you kissed Jude you moaned while Levi kept poking your pussy.
He leaves without a word and you have slowly detached yourself from Jude to look at Levi with despair.
"Please Levi don’t stop" you whimpered as you watched and could swear that his dick got even harder at that connection.
Without saying anything he dives again in your pussy as it starts to eat you. It was like this man had starved to death and the only thing he wanted was your pussy.
Jude smiles at your reaction as you arch your back while I lift it continues to eat you.
Jude begins to bite your neck leaving more marks as he sucks your skin. Meanwhile Levi’s tongue moves faster around your clitoris, slipping two fingers into your entrance and curling it in a provocative way.
Jude grabbed your boob and touched your nipple while sucking the other. Levi has slipped another finger to curl it in the perfect spot, you have gripped Levi’s hair hard making him groan against you.
Pleasure flowed through your body as his tongue swirled around your clitoris, as moans filled the room.
You started screaming as you felt how good it was making you feel as you felt your body tremble.
You spat on Levi’s face and he kept licking your juices while you yelled for overstimulation.
When he broke off, he had a smug smile that made you even more wet and you kissed him.
Jude takes you and rides him by letting his big throbbing cock enter your pussy hole making you moan as you clung to his back.
Jude motioned to Levi to go after you and Levi shove his dick into your asshole making you scream.
The two boys moaned as they heard your walls clenching their big dicks.
"Warn us if it becomes too much" whispered Levi too much in ecstasy feeling as you were squeezing him and Jude nodded closing his eyes trying not to move the hips already.
You nodded and they began to move while all three of you started to groan. Levi starts pushing slowly, before increasing the pace and making his pushes deeper and stronger. Jude pushes from below causing friction as he placed his hands on your hips to guide his movements.
Their movements become faster making you scream moans of pleasure. Levi while pushing his cock harder inside you started licking and sucking your neck and you moaned even louder.
"You’re making me feel so good" you moaned as you lowered your body towards Jude’s and he took advantage of that to take a cowl in your mouth while taking both their dicks.
"Baby girl you’re doing great, you’re making us feel like in heaven" Levi whispered near your ear as he slapped you on the butt making you groan and make you tighten their dicks more.
"This pussy is made to take our dicks," said Jude, taking a powder off your tit and then retaking the assault. You groaned as you moved faster wanting to take more of their dicks.
You moaned as they grunted and pushed their cock deeper inside you. Levi made your back bow more to make their cocks go deeper inside you and you moaned loudly as they both hit your g-spot.
"I’m going to cum" you said while moaning.
"Come baby girl" moaned Jude as he started to hit even harder and you moaned as they were about to come too. You could feel their cocks contracting inside you as you came to your orgasm. Levi cum in the ass while Jude cum in your pussy.You screamed loud as you felt full. " So beautiful" you whimpered as Levi gently pulled himself out of you and gave you a kiss on the butt, back and jaw then give you a sweet kiss on the cheek and you smiled.
You slowly got up from the dick of Jude and then lay down on the bed trying to take area and Jude caressed your hair gently and then gave you sweet kisses on the cheek.
Levi came back with a cloth while with the help of Jude they cleaned and pampered you.
You found yourself hugging Jude and Levi as they whispered sweet words and praise for how well you did.
You felt your legs tremble and had a sore throat but were satisfied by these two men lying next to you.
summary: you’re at an ugly christmas sweater party and levi won’t stop pressing your buttons — literally and figuratively. | MDNI 18+
warnings: teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, party setting, dirty talk, language, alcohol, major banter, mistletoe game i made up
🎅🏾: ho ho ho, a little elf told me you asked for this | pt 1 of my ficmas mini series (jude is next)
wc: ~4.6k
Levi was the kind of man you wanted to fight on sight. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Not because he did anything diabolical, but because everything about him was annoying. The way his Christmas jumper blinked annoyed you. The way he leaned against the counter with his drink, grinning at everyone like he just blessed the party with his presence annoyed you. What irritated you the most was the way he caught you glaring at him from across the party, smirking with audacity like he knew exactly how much he got under your skin.
You took a long sip of rum and Coke, narrowing your eyes as your friend, Zara, hopped on the countertop with a wireless mic in her hand – chaos in her eyes. “Okay, everyone shut up for a sec!”
The other partygoers quieted down, turning their attention to Zara. She was wearing a bright red jumper that said “LET’S GET ELFED UP!” written in glittery letters, paired with an elf handing out pints of beer to other elves, jingle bells scattered across the warm fuzzy fabric.
“We’re gonna play a game” she announced, waving her hand toward the absurd amount of mistletoe hanging around the house. “I went a little crazy with the decor if you haven’t noticed.” Small conversations and laughter diffused through the crowd as they glanced around at the ridiculous amount of Christmas lights, tinsel, and garland covering nearly every inch of Zara’s house.
“The rules are really simple. if you get caught under the mistletoe with someone, you have to kiss. No dodging, no excuses. If you refuse…” She paused dramatically, widening her smile. “You have to do a shot of special eggnog.”
The crowd groaned collectively. The ‘special’ eggnog in question was thick, lukewarm, and spiked with whatever unholy combination of liquor she could find. She got you with it last year, and it tasted like regret, disappointment and bad decisions blended into one vile concoction.
“So keep your eyes open, people!” Zara said with a laugh, hopping off the counter top while her jumper jingled. “And don’t even try to cheat. I have eyes everywhere.”
As the party resumed, you caught Levi in your peripherals, grinning while making his way to the drink station. He was wearing an obnoxious, green monstrosity that had a mirror stitched onto the chest with the words “UGLIEST SWEATER AWARD” right above it in bold white letters, scattered with blinking lights. Every time someone glanced in the mirror, it essentially called them ugly and Levi was loving every second of it.
You glanced down at your own jumper, which you personally thought was a comedic masterpiece. It was a bright red knit that had a big button in the center. When pressed, LED lights and a cheery voice announced whether someone was on the naughty or nice list. It was an instant hit the minute you walked in, everyone was eager to learn their fate.
But of course, your joy didn’t last long when Levi finally spotted you alone.
“Y/N!” he called out, weaving through the crowd toward you. His grin, although beautiful and bright, had you infuriated. “One hell of a jumper you got there. What’s that button for?”
“For people with manners” you shot back, sipping your drink.
“Good thing I’m exactly that” he quipped, stepping right into your personal space. Before you could swat his hand away, he reached out to press the button. The LED lights showed an image of Santa tapping his cheek, before the cheery voice finally declared: Naughty!
Levi gave an amused snicker. “Yeah, that’s accurate. Let me try again.”
“No–” you started, but his hand was already pressing the button again.
“Naughty!” the jumper repeated, and Levi was doubled over laughing, nearly in tears.
“Nah. This thing has to be broken. No shot it gave me naughty again.” he said, shaking his head as he leaned in to press it again.
“Levi can you fucking not?”
Naughty!
You shoved his hand away finally, scowling. “I think you’ve made your point now.”
“Nahhh, I don’t know. It feels like a fluke if I keep getting naughty. Third time is clearly not the charm so let’s make it four.”
He pressed the button again before you could react, but this time the lights on the jumper flickered weakly before going out entirely.
“What the hell?” you groaned, tugging at the wires inside the knit to check for damage. “You broke it!”
“It was already broken,” Levi said, entirely too pleased with himself.
“You’re so fucking annoying” you muttered, clutching your drink and storming off to the laundry room to fix the jumper.
Levi called after you innocently, but it was anything but. “Y/N!”
“Let me know if you need a hand, yeah? I have a mirror with the perfect view!” he added.
You shot him a glare over your shoulder, stepping into the laundry room and slamming the door harder than you needed to. You muttered under your breath as you set your drink down on top of the washing machine. “I swear if I can’t fix this I’m actually going to fight him.”
You tugged the jumper over your head, leaving you in just a bra and jeans. The wires inside were a mess thanks to Levi’s relentless button pushing, no pun intended. You were determined to fix it before he had another chance to fuck something else up with it. Just as you started untangling the tiny LED strands, the door creaked open. You glanced up, already irritated.
“Whatever you want, the answer is no.”
Levi leaned against the frame of the door casually, smugly grinning while holding an empty cup. “Relax. Just came in here for..uh…a refill.”
You stared at him, deadpan. “In the laundry room? Be forreal.”
“It’s quieter in here” he said, shrugging as he stepped inside. “And I thought I’d check on you. You seemed like you were mad or something.”
“I am.” you said, glaring as you messed with the wires. “You broke my jumper!”
Levi smirked, dragging his eyes downward as he caught sight of your bra. He didn’t bother hiding it which made you even more irritated.
“Can you not?” you snappily asked, waving the jumper at him. “I’m trying to fix this thing.”
He licked over his lips when he noticed how your chest bounced slightly with the jerk of your arms from trying to fix the wires. “Looks like that jumper isn’t the only thing working overtime.”
Your head whipped up and he nodded toward your bra, smirking. “Nice choice.”
“Levi... I swear if you don’t shut –”
Before you could finish, Zara’s loud voice cut through the air from the hallway. “Ooooh! Laundry room mistletoe!!”
You groaned out loud as Levi’s head tilted upward, that same infuriating grin from before plastered all over his face. Sure enough, there was a tiny sprig of mistletoe dangling over a light.
Zara appeared in the doorway, delighted and chaotically cheerful. “You know the rules! KISS!”
“No. Absolutely not.” you muttered, yanking your jumper back over your head, though it wasn’t fixed just yet. “Laundry rooms don’t count! This should be a safe zone.”
“There are no safe zones in this house,” Zara said with an evil grin. “Kiss or its eggnog time!”
“Can we just not? Is that not a choice?” you snapped, glaring at Levi who was leaning casually against the washing machine, not bothered in the slightest by a suggestion of a kiss.
“Rules are rules Y/N” Levi said, flashing another cheeky grin.
“Besides..you already look like you’re considering it” he winked, pointing at the mirror on his ugly Christmas sweater. You caught yourself glancing in the mirror, instantly annoyed that he was able to trick you that easily.
“I’ll do the eggnog.” you said flatly, crossing your arms.
“You sure about that?” Zara teased, a sudden crowd now gathering behind her. Partiers were pushing into the hallway, echoing with laughter as more people realized what was happening. Everyone knew you couldn’t stand Levi, so this was prime entertainment for them.
“Mistletoooooooe!!!” someone called out, and the chanting began. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
If you could disappear to literally anywhere else in that moment you would’ve. The crowd was loving it and phones were already coming out to film like you were in some sick reality show back on some island in Fiji.
Zara crossed her arms and gave you a look. “Babe, you’re gonna regret that eggnog more than a kiss. It’s a vintage batch from last year..and I added more Everclear.”
“Just get it over with! I’m missing out on my spades game for this!” Someone in the crowd called out.
You scowled at Levi, then back at Zara and the crowd behind her. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” you snapped, stepping closer to Levi.
Levi straightened, looking way too pleased as he tilted his head down toward you. “Didn’t think you had it in you to kiss me with an audience.”
“Shut the fuck up” you muttered before grabbing the front of his jumper and pulling him into a kiss.
The crowd erupted into cheers, hoots, hollers, and whistles the second your lips met his. You planned for it to be a quick peck, barely there kiss, but Levi had other ideas. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft, and sort of delicious. You could faintly taste mulled wine on his lips as one of his hands lightly fell onto your hip, like he was testing the waters. This kiss wasn’t rushed or sloppy...it was annoyingly good.
When you pulled back, you were breathless and way more flustered than you wanted to admit, and Levi’s grin was back in full force.
“Didn’t hate it, did you?” he murmured in a low tone that only you could hear.
You shoved his chest, rolling your eyes as you pushed through the crowd to head back to the party.
After the spectacle in the laundry room, you needed space. Preferably somewhere Levi wasn’t smirking and people weren’t shouting “Mistletoe!” like it was the second coming of Christ. So you headed to the kitchen because you were hungry.
The kitchen was a lot more calm than the rest of the party, with the exception of s small group playing spades at a table, loudly flinging cards on the tabletop and yelling. Plates of food were scattered across the counters, but you chose the jerk chicken wings first. You grabbed a wing, biting into it as you surveyed the rest of the options. You spotted Levi by the drinks where he was refilling on mulled wine. He looked calm, like he didn’t just kiss you in front of half the party and make you question why he was so damn good at it. You wanted to ignore him, but he turned and his eyes met yours like he felt you watching him. He smiled and you immediately looked back down at the chicken wings, grabbing another and biting into it.
Levi walked over with his mulled wine sloshing around in his cup. “Better slow down before you choke on it.” he said, eying the chicken wing in your grasp. “Unless you like that type of thing..”
You glanced at him, unimpressed. “I do, actually. But not with you watching. Now leave.”
Levi chuckled and leaned against the counter next to you, not planning on going anywhere. “Nah, I can’t take my eyes off you tearing it up like that. I’m CPR certified, you know?”
You scoffed, grabbing a napkin to dab your mouth. “If that were true you’d know it’s actually the Heimlich that’s used for choking, Big Brain.”
Levi grinned, enjoying your frustration but then you heard a shout from the spades table.
“MISTLETOE!” someone hollered, pointing toward the end of the counter where a rogue mistletoe sprig was tied around the neck of an empty bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream, hidden behind all the food.
You stared at it in disbelief. “I know you’re fucking lying” you muttered under your breath, unable to comprehend how the placement of mistletoe made any sense. Surely someone was fucking with you.
Levi followed your gaze, his grin growing more smug as he took in the setup. “Damn, that’s creative. Gotta give Zara her props for that one.”
The crowd playing spades in the kitchen caught on fast and started yelling.
“Girl, you know you wanna kiss him again!” someone yelled while laughing.
“Yeah, don’t front!” another chimed in, hyping the situation.
You whipped around and glared at Levi, who was basking in all the attention. “This is your fault. I told you to leave.”
He raised his hands, laughing. “It’s Zara’s fault. I didn’t make the rules, Y/N.”
The crowd wasn’t letting up on the chants. Phones were out, cameras ready, and Zara was posted up against the fridge like the instigator she was, sipping her drink and grinning like you should thank her.
You groaned at the thought of Zara’s cursed eggnog and shuddered internally. Levi stepped closer to you, shrinking the space between you. “You’ll enjoy this one too. I promise.”
You parted your lips to respond – maybe even argue, but Levi tilted his head and moved his hands to your waist.
“This doesn’t mean anything by the way” you whispered, gripping the counter behind you for balance.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night” he teased in a barely audible voice over all the noise.
This time, there was no awkward start. It was hot. His mouth moved on yours like he had something to prove. It felt like he was trying to carve his name into your mouth and leave it there. His tongue slid past your lips, making your grip on the counter tighten. The room felt like it was spinning, or maybe it was just you. Levi’s hands slightly pushed your jumper up, and he brushed his thumbs over your sides. Suddenly, your body betrayed you and your hands found their way around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer as you leaned back against the counter. There was a natural rhythm to the kiss and the two of you nearly forgot there was a crowd watching.
Was it hot in here, or was it just you? Or him?? Both???
You felt him smile against your lips when you let out a small moan from the intensity of the kiss. You pulled away annoyed, but breathlessly impressed.
“Better than eggnog, right?” he questioned rhetorically.
You stared at him, lips still tingling, breath uneven. “Maybe....” you answered, pushing him away and grabbing your jerk chicken wing plate. You walked over to Zara and pulled her off to the side, away from the party and away from Levi’s smug, annoyingly handsome face.
Zara raised her eyebrows, barely managing to hold onto her drink as you dragged her away. “What? What did I do now? I’m just an innocent bystander.”
“Innocent my ass” you jabbed, setting your plate down on a nearby table. “What’s wrong with him?”
Zara smiled, tilting her head. “Define ‘wrong’.”
“That kiss” you said, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen where the chaos unfolded. “It was...good. Like way too good. It’s hot in here.”
Zara smirked, taking a sip of her drink. “Sooo...you liked it then?”
“That’s not what I said” you countered quickly, but the way your eyes were darting back and forth gave your lie away. “He’s doing something to me and I hate it.”
“No you don’t” Zara snorted, leaning against the wall. “Maybe you need to just get laid. Blow off some steam or something, I don’t know.”
“Zara” you groaned, rubbing your temples.
“What?” she said with a laugh. “He’s cute. You’re cute. You’re clearly into each other. A little hook up might be fun. Based on that last kiss, you’re already halfway there anyway.”
You shot her a glare, turning your heel away from her in annoyance. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Sure babe” Zara called after you. “But you know I’m not wrong!”
You splashed cold water on your face in the refuge of the bathroom, trying to shake off the throbs your body felt from the kiss. Levi’s hands, his soft lips, and the way he smiled against your lips had you thinking what else he could be good at. You stared in the mirror, shaking your head. “He’s so irritating,” you muttered to your reflection. “And so fucking fine.”
With a sigh, you stepped back into the hallway but your peace lasted for all of three seconds.
Levi appeared at the other end of the hallway, casually strolling toward you with his drink in hand. He looked like he had nowhere to be and all the time in the world to bother you. His jumper was still obnoxiously blinking, a grin already forming. Levi stopped in front of you, lifting his cup and taking a slow sip while peering at you over the rim. The silence stretched for a long time as he drank, until he pointed up with his index finger, bringing attention to another piece of mistletoe. He didn’t say a word after and stood there smirking at you, waiting.
That cocky, knowing curve of his mouth was your undoing and you grabbed him by his jumper, kissing him with every intention of taking it farther. The kiss wasn’t just hot, nor was it something to shut him up or get it over with. It was like someone had taken a match to dry kindling. There was no one else in the hallway, but even if there was, you couldn’t care less.
Levi froze for half a second, not expecting you to make the first move, but then he was kissing you back with one hand caressing your ass, the other pressed up against the wall next to the door. The way he was moving his tongue against yours sent fiery heat straight to your core, making your breath hitch in its wake.
You were not a passive participant in this game. Your hands slid up under his jumper, grazing over his happy trail above the waistband of his jeans. Your back bumped up against the doorframe, but the wood pressing into you didn’t matter because Levi’s dick was also pressing into you, straining against his jeans.
“Y/N” he muttered against your mouth rough and low, trying to hold himself back.
It wasn’t a question or even a statement. He was teetering on the edge, one breath away from losing control. You didn’t have to think twice and you stepped back, pulling him into the bathroom with you as he kicked the door closed behind him, locking the door without pulling from your lips. His lips trailed down to your neck, his fingers teasing the zipper of your jeans.
“I knew you wanted me” he murmured against your skin.
“Keep talking and I’ll change my mind” you teased, fumbling with the button of his jeans as your breath came in short, heated gasps.
When his jeans hit the floor you barely registered the sound of the button on your Christmas jumper malfunctioning. The automated voice cheerily kept declaring “Naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty!” until it finally sputtered and died.
Levi laughed, brushing his lips against your ear. “Guess it’s not wrong.”
Once your jeans were off, he ran his hands over your panties, instantly making you bite your lip to stop a moan. He hooked a finger, pulling them off in one swift motion. His fingers striped between your folds as you pulled your jumper and bra off, making you grip the countertop.
“Mistletoe” he whispered against your chest, taking in your nipple and circling his tongue around its peak. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes while grazing your hands over the top of his head. You couldn’t see it, but there was another sprig of mistletoe reflecting from the mirror that was taped to the wall that you hadn’t noticed earlier.
You were losing it. You hated how good it felt. You hated the way his smug smile against your skin made you wetter when he kissed down your body, then back up to your neck. You couldn’t help but moan from the sensation.
“You’re loud” he drawled against your skin. “You need to be quiet unless you want the whole party to know how good I’m about to fuck you.”
You glared at him, but the fire in your eyes wasn’t overpowering the fire between your legs. “Stop teasing me and get on with it.” The tone in your voice let him know just how badly you wanted him.
Levi smirked, grazing your jawline as he trailed his lips back to yours. “You’re so impatient.” he said, dipping his fingers inside of you before he took them out again. Your hips jerked toward him involuntarily and you moaned again before you could stop it.
“Levi..I–”
He cut you off and pressed a kiss to your lips that stole the rest of the sentence and every coherent thought in your head. He moved his fingers slowly, drawing circles around your clit that made your knees buckle.
“You’re soaked” He breathed against your mouth, satisfied. “Why are you so worked up, Y/N? Was it the mistletoe?”
Your nails dug into his biceps, trying to focus on the onslaught of sensations. “You talk too much shit” you gasped, arching into him as his fingers slid lower, dipping inside you just enough to make you arch into him more.
“Fuck..” you moaned.
“Seems like you like it though” he quipped, pulling his hand away just to hear you whine.
Your hand shot out and gripped the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer. “I swear to god if you don’t stop playing..”
Levi spun you around and pressed you against the counter before you could argue with him anymore. The cold marble made you hiss, but Levi gave you no time to adjust to the sensation. His hands were on your ass, spreading you open as he leaned in close, brushing his lips against your ear.
“Admit you want me” he demanded. “Or I’ll make you beg for it.”
You turned your head, glaring over your shoulder. “I’m not begging for shit.”
“We’ll see about that.” he laughed, unbothered.
You felt the head of his dick press against you, teasing you, but he didn’t push in. Instead, he slid it up and down, coating himself in your wetness to drive you up the wall.
“Levi don’t piss me off” you groaned, grinding back against him, desperate.
“Say it.”
Your body was heating with equal parts irritation and need. You didn’t know who the fuck he thought he was, trying to make you beg.
If he wanted to be funny, you were going to be hilarious.
Without another word, you reached behind, gripping him in your hand. His dick twitched under your touch as you ran your thumb down the vein on his shaft, and you heard him suck in his breath. You lined him up and pushed yourself into him, a delicious stretch stole the air from your lungs. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, making you bite your lip to stop from moaning.
“Fuck you feel so good” Levi muttered, gripping your hips as he gave you some time to adjust. “Tight as hell too. No wonder you’re loud.”
You were going to snap back at him but when he started moving, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, making you loudly moan his name.
“Y/N!” Zara’s voice echoed from the hallway, followed by a cackle. “I fucking knew it!”
You buried your face against the marble from embarrassment, but Levi didn’t stop. If anything, her little interruption hyped him up. “Guess there’s no point being quiet now” he grinned, snapping his hips harder. “Let ‘em hear how good I’m fucking you.”
You glared at him through the mirror but your mouth fell open when his hips thrusted into you again. “You–” Another deep thrust followed and your words broke into a moan. You hated how loud you were but your body was uncontrollably reacting to him. He wasn’t just pressing one button, he was pressing all of them; mapping out each nerve to set you off.
“What was that, Y/N?” Levi asked, teasing you with unrelenting thrusts. “Didn’t catch what you said. Too busy making you lose your head.”
“Shut up” you gasped, clutching the counter like it could save you.
“You first.” He grinned, smacking your ass as he hit a spot that made your legs shake. “But you can’t, can you?”
Your nails scratched against the counter, moans spilling out. You could feel your stomach coiling tighter with every stroke and roll of his hips. You were going to tell him to shut up again but what came out of your mouth was the complete opposite.
“Don’t stop,” you pleaded.
“Ah, there it is,” he voiced arrogantly. “Good girl.”
You tried to bite back a cry but it tore from you when he thrust harder, making you arch your back. Your mind felt foggy, you were gasping between moans, only focused on him as Christmas music muffled from the door. He was filling you, stretching you, and ruining you in the best way.
“Say it again” he growled, sliding his hand around your waist to press your stomach. “Say you want me to make you cum.”
You gasped at his words, the pressure of his hands, and the stretch of him inside you – the perfect trio to make you crash over the edge. “Levi..fuck. I’m close” you whimpered, grinding against him as you came closer to a breaking point.
He slowed his thrusts just enough to drive you mad, brushing his lips over your ear. “Not yet. Not until I’m in so deep you forget your name.” He pulled out of you slowly, leaving you aching for him. Before you could complain he flipped you around, lifting you onto the counter. His hands hooked under your thighs and pulled you closer, sliding back into you in one smooth, deep stroke. This angle hit different and stole the air from your lungs, making your head fall back on the mirror.
“Eyes on me” Levi demanded roughly, though he sounded a little needy. “I wanna see you when you cum.”
Your heavy lidded eyes locked on his and the intensity of his gaze made you pulse against his dick. He groaned and pounded into you, no mercy. You cried out, squeezing his dick with your orgasm as the hot pleasure coursed through you.
“Goddamn” Levi groaned, feeling you clench your muscles against him.
His grip on your thighs tightened and he pulled out at the last second, stroking his dick with one hand, the other keeping your legs wide. “Ah, shit” he cursed under his breath as he came, painting your stomach with his cum. Your body trembled from the aftershocks of your orgasm as you watched him pump himself empty. For a while, the bathroom was filled with nothing but heavy breaths and the distant party sounds beyond the door. Levi grabbed a towel on the edge of the counter to clean you up with care; that smug little grin still hadn’t left his face.
“You good?” he asked, low and gravelly, still catching his own breath.
You nodded, still panting as you sat up on the counter, running a hand over your hair. Levi’s hand stayed on your thigh and he smirked at you. As irritating as his confidence was – it was also hot.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, breathlessly.
On the floor, your malfunctioning Christmas jumper sprung back to life. The cheery automated voice chimed in once again.
summary ➜ after you casually mention you've never gotten flowers before, levi makes it his mission to send a bouquet every day. he's a little extra like that.
it started out as a joke, really.
you were curled up on the couch, legs draped across levi’s lap, watching some cheesy romantic movie that he insisted he didn't like but somehow was way too invested in. you could see the way his brow furrowed slightly at the more dramatic scenes, how he'd sigh under his breath when the dialogue got too corny. but he didn't move. didn't suggest switching to something else. just sat there with you, his arm resting casually over your shins.
the movie was predictable, the kind where the girl gets swept off her feet by the guy who does all the grand gestures. serenades, dramatic confessions, and, of course, flowers. there's always flowers.
you weren't even really thinking when you said it. the words just slipped out, casual, almost absentminded. “i’ve never had anybody buy me flowers before."
levi had looked at you then, eyebrows raised. "what, ever?" he asked, as if the idea of someone never receiving flowers was absurd. which, to be fair, it probably was. but somehow, no one had ever thought to do it. not for you, anyway.
you shrugged, adjusting yourself on the couch. “i mean, it's not really a thing, is it? like, flowers are pretty, but they just die in a few days. seems kinda pointless."
he didn't say much in response, just nodded like he was thinking it over, and the conversation moved on. you didn't think about it again — at least not until the next morning.
you opened your front door, ready to step out for a coffee run, when you were greeted by a bouquet of lilies sitting on your doorstep. soft pinks and whites that were almost too pretty to touch, with a small card tucked into the stems. you picked it up, turning the envelope over in your hand before pulling out the card.
“you said you've never had flowers before. thought i'd fix that. - l"
you had smiled, shaking your head at his handwriting, a little messy, but undeniably his. you figured this was just levi being levi, being his usual thoughtful self, and so you set the flowers in a vase and went about your day. thinking maybe it was just a one-time thing.
it wasn't.
the next day, it happened again.
this time it was sunflowers. big, bold, unapologetically cheerful sunflowers that seemed to fill up the entire space when you opened the door. the same little card was attached, and you couldn't help but laugh at the message.
"they reminded me of you. bright and slightly dramatic. - l"
you rolled your eyes at the dramatic comment, though the grin on your face betrayed any mock annoyance you tried to muster. because, of course, levi couldn’t give a compliment without sneaking in a jab.
but it didnt stop there.
by wednesday, you were staring at the growing collection, wondering if this man had lost his damn mind. a new bouquet greeted you every morning without fail. roses, tulips, daisies—you name it, he sent it. your apartment was beginning to look like a florist's fever dream, and you were quickly running out of vases.
you'd tried texting him, something light and teasing, like, "okay, levi, you can stop now. i think the neighbours are starting to think i've won the flower lottery or some shit." but his reply was nothing but a string of white heart emojis and a "don't act like you're not loving it."
and the thing was—you were loving it. probably a little too much.
by thursday, your entire living room was flooded in soft pastel hues, the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air. there were daisies scattered on your coffee table, a bouquet of orchids taking up space on your kitchen island, and you were pretty sure you saw a single rose — deep red, classic — perched on your nightstand, courtesy of a sneaky delivery you hadn't even noticed.
and the cards? they kept getting more random, more ridiculously sweet.
"because you said you like blue and i think that means i need to buy every blue flower in existence. - l"
"my baby cousin helped me pick these ones. - l"
"no reason today, just thought of you. - l"
by friday, you had to call him.
"when i said i've never had anybody buy me flowers before, i didn't mean for you to turn my apartment into a flower shop," you said the moment he picked up, no greeting, just the disbelief in your voice carrying through the phone.
you could hear the smile in his voice. "what, too much?"
you walked through your living room, surveying the sea of petals that seemed to grow by the day. "levi, i literally don't have space to sit down anymore. i'm drowning in flowers."
"that's an exaggeration." he chuckled, and even through the phone, the sound of it made your chest warm. "again, dramatic."
"no," you deadpanned, moving aside an empty vase you had abandoned by the door. "i’m being very literal right now."
he didn't answer for a second, and you could almost picture the grin on his face, the way he always seemed so pleased with himself whenever he did something ridiculous like this. "well, you said no one ever bought you flowers. figured id make up for lost time."
"you really didn't need to go this hard, though," you said, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. "a single bouquet would've been fine."
"yeah, but where's the fun in that?" he asked. "besides, i wanted to see you smile."
and there it was. that thing he did. levi had a way of slipping under your skin, getting past your defenses before you even realised it. he could be so casual, so easygoing, and yet, he always found a way to say something that made you pause. made you feel.
because he wanted to make you smile. and that's what made it different. it wasn't about the flowers, or the grand gestures—it was the thought behind it. the way he listened, remembered, cared in these small, almost insignificant ways that added up until they felt overwhelming.
"you're ridiculous, you know that?" you said, voice softer now.
"i've been told," he replied, but his tone matched yours—there was something in the air between you two, something unspoken but undeniable. a shift.
the line went quiet for a beat, and you could feel the words you weren't saying hanging there, suspended in the space between you. because as much as you wanted to pretend this was all lighthearted and fun, you knew that wasn't the whole truth.
you weren't just falling for the flowers, for the sweet notes. you were falling for him. for the way he made you laugh at the smallest things, for the way he seemed to understand you in ways most people didn't. for the way he showed up—physically, emotionally, in all the ways that mattered.
you were falling for him, and as terrifying as that thought was, it was also inevitable.
"so," levi said finally, breaking the silence, "should i stop?"
you blinked, caught off guard by the question. "stop what?"
"sending flowers. i mean, i wouldn't want to overwhelm you or anything," he teased, but there was an edge of sincerity there, like he was testing the waters, waiting for your response.
you hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. but then you glanced around your apartment, at the vibrant bursts of colour that had turned your space into something out of a dream.
"no," you said softly. "don't stop."
"good," he replied, his voice warm and light, and you could hear the smile in his words again. "because i wasn't planning on stopping.”
you laughed, shaking your head. "of course you weren't."
but as you hung up the phone, your heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. because maybe this was more than just a silly gesture. maybe it was levi’s way of showing you something bigger, something you weren't ready to admit just yet, but were starting to understand.
summary: the teasing and games as come to an ending point and you and levi are pushed to the edge on a tension filled night.
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note: hello everyone. this is my first freaky fic after that breaks and writing slump. it’s real good y’all *evil laugh*. this was a request i got a about a month ago from a very special friend from central america:) it took me a while to finish it but i said i would write it and the request idea is so here it is!!!! this one is for the levi girlies!!! as always, enjoy and tell me what you think🤍!!!!!
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It had been weeks. Weeks of late-night texts that barely scratched the surface but sent your pulse racing. Playful banter mixed with borderline sexting, the kind of messages that made it clear just how much you both craved each other, but neither of you was willing to cross the line just yet. The tension was delicious. Teasing, taunting, like a game neither of you wanted to end. Levi would throw out a challenge, a comment that hinted at something deeper, something more, and you’d bite back with something just as bold. Neither of you ever backed down.
And then there was work. You’d been seeing him every day, but not like this—not like you wanted to. The stadium your dad owned had become your second home, the job at the receptionist desk giving you an excuse to be around all the players, all the staff. But it was Levi who always made your heart skip when he entered the room. Every time there was a building security meeting or when you had to come tell him that the regular team meeting was moved to a different room, your eyes would lock with his across the room. And, despite the crowd, the hustle and bustle of the training grounds, it was like no one else existed.
You’d catch him staring, just for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes roaming over you in that way that made your skin heat. He’d never say anything, never make it obvious, but there was no denying it. The hunger in his gaze was real. And every time you crossed paths, it was a game. You’d keep your distance, act like everything was normal, but neither of you could stop stealing glances at each other, silently daring the other to make a move.
There were times when you’d swear he was purposely making it harder. Leaning in just a little too close during those meetings, his shoulder brushing against yours, his voice low enough for only you to hear. The tension would build, but neither of you would do anything about it. Not yet. Not until tonight.
You had your fantasies—vivid ones. You imagined him lifting your leg over his shoulder, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered filthy things to you, making you tremble under the weight of his words. You’d daydreamed about him, his hands on your body, pushing you to the brink of something you were just too scared to admit you wanted. Every time you closed your eyes, it was him, his voice, the pressure of his body against yours. And Levi? He thought about you, too. He thought about how you would look, kneeling between his legs, your hands and mouth wrapping around him, pleasuring him in a way no one had ever done before.
But it wasn’t just about the things you’d say. No, it was the way you both spoke without speaking, the way his fingers would brush against your waist, your chest, just a little too low when he passed by you in the halls. A sly caress, a teasing glance. Those were the moments that made it clear the sexual tension between you two was a ticking time bomb, one neither of you wanted to disarm just yet. A shared kiss that lingered just a little too long. A hand placed on your thigh, the pressure there like a promise neither of you was ready to keep. But the chemistry was undeniable, and that made everything more thrilling.
You had exchanged soft, sensual kisses, each one leaving you wanting more. But neither of you dared to take that final step—until tonight. In the club, amidst the loud music and the flashing lights, you could feel it. The air between you two crackled with anticipation. Levi was across the room, looking at you like he’d already decided it was time to push the boundaries. His eyes locked with yours, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips.
The heat between you both was undeniable, and tonight? Tonight was the night it was all going to come to a head. You both had played this game for far too long, circling each other, testing limits, pushing each other to see who would break first. But now? Now, there was no more teasing, no more hesitation. It was time to take it home and see who could really handle what the other had been promising for weeks.
You took a step toward him, a slow, calculated motion. Levi met you halfway, his body close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating off him. The energy was thick with tension. This was it. There was no turning back now. No more games. You both knew what was coming, and neither of you was going to hold back.
You two had been playing this game for far too long. As soon as the club’s flashing lights dimmed and you found yourselves in the back of the chauffeur-driven car, the tension that had been building all night finally broke. You tried to keep your distance, tried to sit with your hands folded in your lap, but every time your fingers brushed against his, it felt like a spark of electricity, pulling you closer. He wasn’t helping either. Levi’s eyes were on you, his expression a mixture of lust and frustration, like he was waiting for the moment you’d both snap. And then it happened.
You couldn’t take it anymore. With one swift move, you closed the space between you, your lips crashing into his with a force that surprised you both. His hand immediately found its place on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, your tongues intertwining. Every part of you screamed for him, and you could feel his hunger, too, the way he gripped your body as if he couldn’t get close enough. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, sucking lightly as he whispered in a low growl, “You look so sexy”
You moaned softly, arching into his touch. “I know” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night. About how you’re gonna make me beg for it”
Levi chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against your skin. “Beg? Baby, I’ll make you scream for it” His words were thick with confidence, his hands now gripping your thighs as his lips traced down your neck, over your collarbone, and back up to your ear.
You couldn’t stop yourself from shivering at the feel of his breath against your ear. “Make me” you whispered, your voice daring, your hands slipping under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. “I’ve been waiting for you to prove it”
He groaned in response, his hand sliding up your thigh, teasing, just barely touching the edges of what you both wanted so badly. His lips ghosted over your ear as he smirked. “You don’t even know what you’re in for” he murmured, his voice dripping with arrogance. “All that talk. Hope you can back it up. ‘Cause by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging”
As the car sped through the streets, the only sounds filling the space were your heavy breaths, the soft hum of the engine, and the rustle of fabric as your bodies pressed closer, moving in sync. Levi’s hands roamed freely now, no more teasing, no more hesitation—his palms sliding up your thighs, gripping, kneading, like he was mapping out every inch of you he had been dying to touch. His fingers traced up and down along the inside of your leg, getting dangerously close to where you needed him most but never quite giving in.
His lips were everywhere, claiming your mouth one moment, then traveling down your jawline, kissing, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just between your collar bones. He murmured against your skin, his voice thick with amusement, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. He smirked as he felt the way your body reacted, the way your legs instinctively squeezed together, desperate for friction. “You’re shaking already” His fingers trailed higher, pressing into your thigh, slow but firm, as his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap with ease.
You let out a soft moan as your hips rolled against him, the friction sending a sharp spark of heat through your core. Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, his breathing turning heavier as he grinded back onto you, but you didn’t let him have the upper hand—not yet. You smirked, dragging your nails down his chest before leaning in, your lips grazing the shell of his ear.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” you whispered, rolling your hips again, slower this time, savoring the way his fingers dug into your skin. “All that teasing…look at you now. Can’t even sit still” You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, then another, your lips barely touching his skin as you moved lower, your tongue flicking against the sensitive spot on his neck.
Levi let out a low groan, his hands twitching on your hips, but you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Still think you can handle me?” you teased, tilting your head. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’re already halfway gone.”
You trailed your fingers down his stomach, stopping just before you reached his belt loop, brushing your lips against his but never quite giving him what he wanted. “You’ve been talking like you’re gonna ruin me all night” you murmured, your voice dripping with challenge. “But if I really let you have me Levi…you think you could keep up?”
Instead of letting him answer, you grabbed his face and pulled him into another kiss, this one even deeper, needier. Your hands threaded through his curls, tugging just enough to make him groan against your lips. His grip on your hips tightened, grinding you down against him, and the feeling of him hardening beneath you made your stomach flip.
“You feel that?” he muttered against your lips, his hands guiding your movements with ease. “That’s all for you baby” He kissed you again, slower this time, as if he was savoring every second, every soft sound you made. His fingers continued their slow exploration, tracing up and down your waist, slipping beneath the hem of your dress, teasing you with the promise of more.
You arched into his touch, nails digging into his shoulders as the car took another sharp turn, jolting you even closer together. Levi smirked against your lips. “Can’t wait to get you home” he murmured, his fingers pressing just a little harder into your skin. “Gonna make you regret all that teasing”
The way he said it, the confidence, the cocky assurance—sent a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through you. The car ride couldn’t end soon enough.
As the car rolled to a stop, you both hesitated, lips still brushing, breaths still mingling, neither of you wanting to break the moment. The driver clearing his throat snapped you back to reality, and with a final, teasing graze of his thumb against your thigh, Levi pulled back, smirking as he reached for the door. You exhaled shakily, pressing your thighs together as you shifted in your seat, suddenly all too aware of just how wrecked you already were.
Stepping out of the car, the cold air hit you instantly, sharp against your flushed skin. But it wasn’t the chill that made you shiver. It was the realization of just how wet you were, your panties completely soaked from nothing more than heated kisses and whispered filth. You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the way your body was betraying you, but when you took your first step, the slight weakness in your knees only made Levi chuckle under his breath. He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes dropped to your legs, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip, told you he knew exactly what he had done to you.
When you stepped into his apartment, the warmth hit your skin instantly, but it wasn’t just from the heating. You turned to him, eyes locking in a silent dare, before slipping the strap of your purse off your shoulder and handing it to him. He took it without breaking eye contact, setting it down carelessly, but before his hand could retreat, you grabbed it, lacing your fingers through his with a boldness that made his smirk deepen.
“So” he murmured, stepping in closer, his breath hot against your cheek. “You taking over, or should I show you how it’s done?”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “You seem pretty confident for someone who’s been all talk”
His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes darkening. “That’s funny, ‘cause last time I checked, you were the one saying you’d have me tapping out”
You ran your free hand up his chest, nails dragging lightly over the fabric of his hoodie. “Still might” you teased. “Guess we’ll find out”
His chuckle was low, rumbling in his chest as he backed you further into the apartment, his grip on your hand tightening. “Nah” he murmured against your lips, brushing them lightly over yours, just enough to make you chase the contact. “We both know you talk a big game, but when I’m done with you? You won’t even remember what day it is”
You barely had time to respond before his lips crashed against yours. It was all heat, all hunger, the weeks of built-up tension spilling over as your bodies molded together. He kissed you like he was trying to steal the breath from your lungs, and you let him, fingers tangling in his curls as he pressed you against the nearest wall. His hands roamed over your waist, gripping, claiming, making you shudder as he deepened the kiss.
Between kisses, the taunting didn’t stop. “Told you I’d have you weak for me” you murmured against his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip.
Levi’s hands tightened on your hips before he spun you around, making you gasp. His lips found your neck, sucking just enough to leave a mark. “Weak?” he scoffed against your skin. “You’re lucky we made it inside before I had you begging in the damn hallway”
You moaned softly as his teeth grazed your skin, but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. Smirking, you pulled away, taking his hand and leading him toward the bedroom with a confidence that made his eyes gleam with something dangerous. As you entered, your gaze flickered to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a memory surfacing.
“You still into people watching, huh?” you mused, glancing at him over your shoulder.
Levi smirked, pulling you flush against him, his hands roaming again.“Tonight, they’ll be watching you” he murmured.
Clothes were lost in a matter of moments, each layer peeled away with feverish hands and teasing touches. But just as Levi was about to take control again, you pushed him back, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed. His brow lifted, intrigued, but he didn’t fight it. Instead, he leaned back slightly, spreading his legs, watching you closely.
A slow, knowing smile spread across your lips as you dropped to your knees in front of him, face to face with his aching length, hands sliding up his thighs at an agonizing pace. His breath hitched just slightly, and you felt the power shift in your favor. Your fingers traced along his abs, nails skimming the hard ridges of muscle, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath your touch.
“What happened to all that confidence Levi?” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his skin. “Thought you could handle me?”
His jaw clenched, his hands flexing at his sides like he was debating whether to grab you or let you keep playing. His eyes were locked on you, dark and hooded with hunger.
“Keep teasing me like that” he muttered, his voice low, rough. “See what happens”
You grinned, nails dragging down his torso, knowing damn well neither of you was stopping now.
His eyes darkened as he watched you, chest rising and falling with anticipation. You didn’t waste any time, your hands ran up his legs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. You could feel the tension building between you, thick and undeniable.
You smirked, leaning in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you dragged your fingers up his thighs, teasing just enough to make him twitch. “Been dying for this, haven’t you?” you purred, your voice thick with confidence. “Let me show you what good head really looks like”
Levi’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tight with restraint, but he didn’t move. His breath hitched as he chuckled lowly, eyes burning into yours. “Do your thing” he growled, his voice rough, nodding down at you. “What’d you say the other day? That I’d never forget this? Go ahead baby. Show me”
You chuckled, tilting your head with a smirk. “You’re cute when you try to act like you’re in control” you teased, your hands gliding over his thighs, keeping him on edge. “But you’re gonna have to work for it babe. All that talk on the phone…let’s see if you can back it up now”
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his aching red tip, and then slowly, you took him into your mouth. You moved just slowly enough to make him tense up, watching the tension in his body as he fought to hold himself together. His fingers gripped your hair, but you kept the pace—teasing, controlled, making sure he felt every bit of you.
“You like how slow I’m going?” you whispered, knowing he’d mentioned he preferred things faster. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your voice dripping with confidence. “I can keep this pace, or…” You paused, glancing up at him through your lashes, while still stroking him up and down, sly smirk playing at the corner of your lips. “You want me to pick it up?”
Levi’s chest heaved with every breath, his hands gripping your hair tightly as his control slipped, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Fuck, don’t stop” he muttered, his voice thick with need.
“Mmmm, so you do like it when I go slow like this?” you teased, voice sultry, as you slowly swirled your tongue around the tip of him. You twisted your hand around his length, feeling him twitch in your grip, the heat building with each movement.
You smiled, your lips curling into a confident smirk as you picked up the pace just enough to make him groan. “You wanted this. Wanted me to take control, remember?” you teased, your rhythm steady, relentless, each stroke sending a pulse of power through you.
Levi’s head fell back, his chest heaving as his breathing grew more erratic. “You’re gonna make me beg for it huh?” he groaned, his hands tightening on the bed.
You paused, your hands running slowly up his thighs, savoring the look of pure desperation on his face. “Not yet” you purred, your voice dripping with cocky confidence. “But trust me baby, I will. If that’s what you want.”
You didn’t waste any time, picking up the pace again, taking complete control, watching as Levi struggled to hold himself together under your touch. He wasn’t getting off easy tonight.
You kept up the faster pace, your movements precise and relentless, making his breath hitch and his body tremble beneath you. The deeper you took him, the more his control began to slip, until the low, whiny moans slipped out of his mouth. The sound made you smile, but just as he was about to lose it, you stopped.
Levi’s eyes snapped open, a breathless whimper escaping him as you pulled away. Without hesitation, you kissed your way up from his tip, slowly trailing up his body, planting soft, teasing kisses on his happy trail, then flicking your tongue around one of his nipples before moving all the way up to his lips.
He groaned as you kissed him, desperate for more, but before he could pull you back into him, you shifted, preparing to straddle him. You hovered over him, just on the edge of finally taking what you both had been waiting for. But before you could let him slip inside, he flipped you over in one smooth motion, his hands strong as he pinned you beneath him.
He hovered over you, a smug, cocky smirk curling on his lips as he leaned down, his body pressing against yours. You could feel his hardness grinding against your sensitive core, the friction making you gasp and moan in desperate want. He attacked your neck with possessive, heated kisses, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“Had fun?” he muttered against your skin, his voice dark and dripping with authority. “Cause I’m not playing anymore”
Your body was already aching with need, hips twitching with anticipation, desperate for more. You could feel how wet you were, your body quivering with want, practically begging for him to finally fill you. You were so ready, your whole being craving the moment he slipped inside, eager to satisfy the ache that had been tormenting you for what felt like forever.
Levi smirked, clearly aware of just how badly you needed him. His lips found your pulse point, sucking gently, marking you with each bite. “Don’t worry Y/n” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “I’m gonna take care of you… real fucking good”
Levi’s eyes darkened with intent as he carefully lifted your knees to your chest, positioning you exactly the way you liked. The sudden shift of your body made you gasp softly, the angle giving him access to every part of you. You felt exposed, but not vulnerable—this was exactly where you wanted to be. His hands moved slowly, tracing the curve of your body as you shivered beneath his touch.
He slid one finger inside you slowly, watching your reaction, his eyes locked on yours. You moaned softly, the stretch feeling just right, your hips arching slightly, desperate for more. Your body was already aching for him, and he was just teasing, moving gently at first, his finger sliding in and out with agonizing slowness. He remembered the messages you’d sent—the ones where you’d shared how sensitive you were in this position, how your G-spot seemed to respond differently when you were like this, how you always cum back to back like this.
With every stroke, you felt yourself tightening around him, your breath shortening as you gasped. His thumb brushed over your clit with a light, teasing touch, and the combination of his fingers and the pressure had you squirming beneath him. A soft moan escaped you, louder this time, your head tipping back as you gripped the sheets beneath you, body instinctively moving with him.
Levi smirked down at you, his eyes drinking in every reaction your body had to him. “How many times have cum like this?” he asked, his voice low and dripping with desire, but still full of that ego. His finger slid deeper, brushing against your sensitive spot, making your breath catch. “I can feel how wet you are. You’re close huh?”
The question sent a rush of heat through you, your body trembling with the need to release. You’d never been touched like this. His slow, controlled rhythm, the perfect pressure—everything felt so damn right. “Maybe three or four” you breathed, voice shaky as you bucked into his hand, desperate for more.
Levi’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased by your response. His thumb started circling your clit with a firm touch, pushing you closer to the edge, while his finger never faltered in its steady pace. The way he was teasing you, slowly building the pressure, knew exactly what your body needed. Each stroke sending shockwaves through you, your hips jerking in rhythm with him.
“Look at you baby” Levi muttered, voice thick with lust, his eyes glinting with that familiar arrogance. “You’re fucking soaked”
Every stroke of his finger, every gentle circle of his thumb, sent waves of pleasure through your body, making you tighten around him. Your chest rose and fell quickly with each breath, your moans growing louder as the pleasure started to overwhelm you. You could feel your body ready to explode, the pressure building and building, just about to release.
The feeling of his hands on you, his control over the moment, was driving you wild. You needed more—needed him—and he knew it, his eyes locked on yours, his touch never wavering. He was taking his time with you, teasing, controlling the rhythm just the way you needed him to. Your hand moved instinctively, gently grabbing his wrist in a wordless plea for him to not stop, your body trembling under the strain, desperate to feel him push you over the edge.
Levi’s smirk deepened, watching the way you reacted to his touch, but his pace remained steady, teasing you just the way you wanted.
Levi pulled his finger out of you slowly, watching as your body trembled, your wetness coating his hand. He spread your juices up and down his tip and your leaking entrance, the sensation making you gasp. You shivered, feeling the build-up of anticipation as his hands held your knees to your chest, keeping you in place, ensuring you couldn’t move—forcing you to feel everything.
His touch was like dripping honey. Warm and slow. He ran his fingers over you, feeling the way your body responded. You were so desperate for more, aching for the next move, but he refused to rush. He began to fuck the outside of your pussy, each slow stroke teasing you, pushing you to the edge without letting you fall over it.
You moaned, the pressure building with every second. “I thought you liked it fast?” you teased, your voice breathless, frustration slipping through your words. You wiggled your hips up to try and get more contact “Why are you going so slow?”
Levi’s smirk grew as his eyes met yours, the cockiness in his gaze clear. “You’re not going anywhere darling” he muttered, voice thick with desire and his accent strong at the last word. “You’ll get what you need, but not on your time… on mine.”
His hands slid under your hips, lifting them just enough to position you exactly where he wanted you. He began to push inside you slowly, filling you inch by inch, his movements tantalizing and almost agonizingly slow. You gasped, your body clenching as he filled you completely, the stretch and fullness making you moan. The pressure was nearly unbearable, and your body trembled with the need to feel more. You placed your hands over his on your knees, just needing to touch more of him. You stared up at him, your lips parted as you tried to bite back the moans.
Levi’s eyes never left yours as he pressed into you, his lips curling into that smug smirk. “Someone’s quiet” he teased, voice dripping with arrogance. “What happened to everything you said earlier hm?”
Levi’s pace remained steady, but you felt the subtle shift—the pressure in your core intensifying just enough for you to notice. His strokes were slower, but there was a noticeable increase in depth, his dick pushing into you at a slightly faster pace, just enough to make your breath hitch. The change in pressure against your G-spot had you arching your back, your body instinctively craving more. You couldn’t help but moan a little louder, the sound slipping from your lips as the tension started to rise once again.
Levi’s smirk grew, sensing your change in reaction, clearly enjoying how his movements were affecting you. “Feel good?” he teased, his hands still holding you in place—one hand firm on your knees, the other slowly trailing up to your neck. You clenched around him involuntarily as his thumb traced the side of your throat, the pressure building.
“You’re taking it good” he murmured with an edge to his voice. “How long can you keep this up?” His hand on your neck tightened just slightly, and you gasped, the sudden pressure making your heart race.
“I know I am” managed, breathless from the sensation, your voice dripping with challenge. “You’re gonna have to try harder if you want me to beg for it”
At your smart remark, Levi’s control snapped. Without warning, he picked up the pace drastically, his movements becoming harder, more demanding. Each thrust pushed deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you, making you gasp and moan louder. The pressure on your G-spot had you clenching around him, your body quivering with the overwhelming sensation.
You squeezed his wrist, your fingers resting lightly around his hand on your neck as your body reacted to his pace. The sound of your wetness grew louder with every stroke, each movement sending a shockwave of heat through your body. Levi watched you, his breath heavy, eyes locked on you with a look of pure dominance.
“Fuck you’re so fucking wet for me” he growled, tightening his grip on your neck just enough to make you shiver. “I can hear how much you want it. You hear that? That’s how badly you need me inside you.”
You moaned louder, the combination of his thrusts and his hand on your neck overwhelming you. Your body was already on the brink, every movement driving you closer to the edge.
And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Levi squeezed the side of your neck just a little more, the pressure making you gasp, your body tightening around him, the orgasm ripping through you like wildfire. You came, your body convulsing around him, the pleasure consuming you entirely as you cried out, your fingers digging into his wrist.
Levi held you through it, his pace never faltering, giving you no space to recover as he continued driving you both toward the edge.
Levi didn’t stop. He kept moving, his pace relentless as your body shook beneath him. The pleasure had you quivering uncontrollably, your muscles tightening with every thrust. You could feel the way your body was still clenching around him, squeezing him repeatedly, still reeling from your first orgasm. Each stroke sent shockwaves of heat through your body, and all you could manage were staggered breaths, the air caught in your throat, leaving you unable to form coherent words.
Levi moaned at the feeling of your cum coating his dick, the way your tightness wrapped around him. His hands gripped the sides of your body as he fucked into you, clearly losing himself in the sensation of how perfectly you fit him. He leaned forward, one hand leaving your neck to grab your face, his grip firm and commanding.
“Look at me” he said, voice thick with lust. “Look at me while I fuck you”
You struggled to open your eyes, the sensations clouding your thoughts, your body still trembling, but you obeyed. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, finding his gaze as you fought to keep your focus. The strain in your body was too much, but you held on, staring up at him as he continued.
Not even three minutes later, the pressure started to build again. You could feel it deep in your core, the ache, the need for release washing over you again. “Fuuuck” you whispered, your voice barely audible, eyes locked on his, the words a struggle to get out.
Levi smirked, seeing exactly how close you were, how your body was already reacting to the buildup. He rubbed your clit slowly, with just enough pressure to drive you wild. The sensation was almost too much, and then, with one more stroke, it hit you again. Your second orgasm came crashing through you, your body trembling violently, and you screamed his name as your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.
Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure continued to overwhelm you. You reached down, placing your hand on his hip, desperate to pull him back, but it was no use. Your body was shaking, begging for him to stop, to give you a moment to breathe.
“Levi, please, please” you managed between gasps, voice breaking as you tried to push him away. “Slow down… please”
He ignored your plea, his expression darkening with that familiar smirk. “No” he growled, his hands tightening around your body, holding you in place as he continued. “You’re gonna take it now. Talking all this shit. You can take it baby”
Levi was right—you could take it. The pressure of his hand still holding your knees to your chest, his movements pushing you deeper into the bed, had you feeling something you’d never quite experienced before. The angle was perfect, hitting the same spot inside you with each thrust, sending waves of heat crashing through your body. The way he was fucking you made everything inside you tighten with an overwhelming sensation of need.
His words, “You can take it” burned like fire through your veins, awakening something primal inside you. You could feel your confidence growing, the desire to speak to him the way he’d been speaking to you. “I can take it baby. Keep going” you breathed out, voice dripping with newfound boldness.
Levi groaned at your response, his grip tightening as he pushed even harder, his rhythm steady, hitting all the right spots. The combination of his deep thrusts and the sound of your voice—louder, more desperate—was too much to resist. “I fucking love how you’re fucking me Levi” you whispered, your body instinctively moving with him. “Keep going”
The look in his eyes only sharpened, and the hunger there seemed to grow as you spoke to him like that. He was determined now, every inch of him focused on making you come again, making you feel every last bit of him. You could feel your body responding, everything tightening around him, your breaths coming faster, your mind consumed with nothing but him.
And he did it. He pushed your knees just a little further apart, the change in angle sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through you. You moaned louder, your whole body trembling as you felt the familiar rush of orgasm building once more. The lights of the city outside the large windows blurred, your vision fading into a haze as your body was overwhelmed by sensation.
You screamed his name, the sound of his hips slapping against you echoing in the room as your body shook. You came hard, the feeling of your own release filling your core, your body reacting with the force of it. The room seemed to spin as your moans andthe sound of your soaking core against the friction of his thrusts echoed through the space, the tension finally breaking and leaving you breathless.
The feeling of how wet you were was driving Levi closer to the edge, and you could feel it in the way his breathing became heavier and more erratic. Each thrust, each movement, was pushing him further, but he didn’t stop. He gritted his teeth, his control beginning to slip. “I haven’t tapped out yet” he muttered, voice thick with desire.
You met his gaze, your eyes dark with need. “Just wait” you whispered, your voice dripping with confidence. He responded with a look of quiet satisfaction before he took his hand and, without breaking eye contact, slowly brought it to your lips. You wrapped your mouth around his finger, mimicking how you treated his dick just an hour earlier. The taste, the sensation of him in your mouth, made him bite his lip, his expression shifting to one of pure hunger.
You knew it was working—the way his body tensed, the control slipping from his grip. You started to pull out your tricks, squeezing him with your inner walls, purposely tightening around him with each stroke. You moaned around his finger, your eyes never leaving his, watching as his breath hitched and his pace quickened.
Levi’s hips started to pick up speed, the rhythm growing faster and harder as you moaned, your body straining to keep up with the pleasure. His head tilted back, and you saw his jaw tighten as his moans became louder. You were still sensitive, each thrust making you gasp for air, and his speed left you breathless. You moaned his name repeatedly, each sound only making him go harder.
Before you knew it, you felt the rush of his release inside you, a feeling that was both overwhelming and intoxicating. He slowed, still inside you, each stroke demanding yet tender as he kept moving, even though his breath was shaky and ragged. You could feel him, the warmth of him inside you, as he shifted, gently opening your legs and laying his body on top of yours. The sensation of him still inside you, even as he softened, sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his cum begin to leak out, and it was almost too much.
You thought for a moment it was over, but Levi didn’t speak—he just leaned down and kissed you again, soft at first, but deepening as his lips moved against yours. To your surprise, you felt him begin to harden again, still inside you. A surge of heat coursed through you at the feeling. You broke the kiss, gasping, your voice trembling as you asked, “W-wait, what are you doing?”
Levi smirked, his eyes full of mischief as he pulled back slightly, his hands still gently holding your legs apart. “Did you think we were done?” he murmured, his voice low and confident.
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the playful arrogance in his tone sending a rush of anticipation through you. You hadn’t expected him to keep going, and now that he was, you felt both overwhelmed and eager for more.
a/n: i've never written one of these before so sorry if it's not the best <3
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he's so so disgustingly sweet. he always does his best to make sure that you feel loved and know how beautiful you are during and after sex. will massage your thighs and wash your hair for you and cover you in kisses before wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let go !!
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
levi just seems like he can't decide between your boobs and arse bc he loves them both equally? like how is he supposed to choose between two of his favourite features on yours??
but i also think he'd be so focused on your face though. he loves keeping eye contact and just staring so intently at every little facial expression you make
on him i think it's its arms and hands. he knows how much you love tracing his tattoos so he always tries to flex them when he's fingering you 😵💫
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
likes finishing on your face, boobs or ass but he absolutely wouldn't say no to finishing inside you ! i also feel like he has a really filthy habit of wiping the cum off with his finger and making you suck it off
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
is actually really into fucking you awake (i can't remember the actual name) like when he comes back from a game and he sees you asleep in his shirt he wants nothing more than to go down on you until you wake up
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
knows what he's doing but at the same time he's doesn't have loads of experience if that makes sense?? like he knows the basics but you're both still learning new ways to make the other feel good
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
doggy. enough said.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
depends on his mood. normally he tries to be more serious bc he wants you to feel super loved but if you're both a bit tipsy the sex is just so so giggly
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he's well groomed but he'd adjust that if you had a preference for body hair
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he's so so loving ! always holds your hand or rests his hand on your cheek. always kisses all over your entire body because he wants you to know how beautiful you are to him !!
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
doesn't really get himself off when you're home or with him because he knows you can do a better job than his hand and you're almost always up for it when he is.
if he's away he'll facetime you or look at photos of you to get off
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
loves dirty talk!! his mouth is literally so so filthy it sends you dizzy and he adores that he can have you soaked with a few words
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
normally your bed bc it's cosy and it's always a safe place for both of you but he also loves it when you ride him in the backseat of his car 🤭
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
literally anything. kissing you, your hand brushing past his thigh, you in a tight top, literally the littlest bit of cleavage and he's gone
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything that could actually hurt you. he likes to slap your ass when he's fucking you in doggy or biting your thighs when he's eating you out but he wouldn't ever hit you hard enough to actually hurt you and if you ever wake up with any bruises he always feel really bad and kisses all over them
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
i feel like he's 60/40. he prefers receiving (and of course you give him head everyday) but he also adores making you an absolute mess with just his tongue 🤭
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
also depends on his mood. if he's had a game he'll be super rough (you'll wake up covered in hickies and have bruises from where his fingers grip at your hips) and then super loving after or he'll be super slow and loving and make the most out of your time together and be super focused on making you feel good
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
absolutely loves a quickie before training. always kisses your forehead and promises to take is slower with you when he comes back home
also loves having one before you go out and leaving a hickey or bite mark on your thigh or neck so everyone knows your his
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
levi loves a risk! he gets such a rush knowing that someone might catch you and it makes him so cocky knowing that whoever catches you would never be able to make you feel the way he does !!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he's an athlete. always leaves you so so worn out because he just can't ever get enough of you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i think at the start of your relationship he was against them but as you've been together longer and trying to find new ways to satisfy eachother he'd be more into using them on you and he loves that he can use them to tease you ! i don't think he'd ever use them on himself though unless you really wanted to
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
i just know he's the most awful tease ever. absolutely loves it when you beg for him and it just makes his head spin.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
i feel like he tends to stay more on the quiet side so he can focus on hearing you. like just little grunts and breathy moans right in your ear instead of being super loud. i think he'd he louder and more whiney when you're giving him head though 🤭 but if you told him that him moaning loud turns you on he'd try to he louder
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he always brings your underwear with him when he's going away so he can finish in them when he gets himself off 🤭
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
big. thick. never fails to make you dizzy
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
high! he can never ever get enough of you
quickie before training. fucks you for at least 3 rounds when he comes back from training then eats you out and fucks you in the shower just because
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
once he's certain you're ok he's pulling you into his arms and falling asleep!
Author’s note: This is another request from Wattpad. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜
Little summery: You work as Chelsea's social media manager and have always believed that Levi must hate you judging by the way he behaves around you. But one day, after a disastrous date with a guy, you discover that his feelings for you are quite the opposite.
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“Hello, you.”
“Hello” my coworker Louise smiles.
“How is it going? Everything under control?”
“All under control” she says. “But I am so tired… I hate media days.”
“Not as much as them” I chuckle, nodding towards the group of players having their photos taken in front of us.
“If I was a football player I would say I'm sick to not take part in this.”
“Same” I laugh.
“You girls better not be laughing at us!” Reece says from where he is posing for the camera.
“Of you, James? Never” I say with a teasing smile. “Now get that ass moving, we still have a bunch of photos to take.”
“This nice ass, you mean.”
“Reece!” I laugh.
“You know I'm right” he winks at me as he leaves, Louise calling for the next group of players.
“He is such an… urgh” I groan.
“Uh?” Louise says. “What happened? Did Reece do something?”
“No, not him.”
“Then?”
“Grumpy cat.”
“What?” she laughs.
“Colwill” I say, looking at where he is getting ready to have his photo taken. “You should have seen the way he was looking at me when I was joking with Reece. He was like judging me.”
“Judging you?”
“Yes” I say. “Every time I'm around any player, talking to them or joking with them about something and he is around, he looks at me as if he disagrees with everything I say and do and finds it disgusting.”
“I think he just has a bitch resting face” she says.
“He doesn't. That's just his face around me because he hates me.”
“He doesn't hate you. And you have been paying attention to his face, uh?” she smirks.
“Don't, Louise.”
“Don't what? He's very handsome. He's actually considered the most handsome Chelsea player now that Mount and Chillwell are gone. And he also is hot. I wouldn't blame you if…”
“If nothing” I say. “And let's get back to work. We still have lots to do.”
“Don't remind me of it” she sighs before I walk away to check what everyone else is doing and if they are following the schedule, giving one last look at where Colwill is… and obviously finding him staring at me.
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“Louise, can I borrow your… oh” I say when I find her talking to someone in the corridor outside our offices. “Hello, Colwill.”
“Hi” he replies, his cheeks suddenly turning a dark shade of pink as he looks everywhere but at me.
“Levi was just telling me about…”
“I have to go” he suddenly says. “See you around, Louise” he says before walking away.
“See? He hates me” I say. “He can't even bear to be in my presence!”
“That's not true” Louise says.
“Then why has he run away the moment he has seen me, uh? And he barely acknowledged me. He actually completely ignored me before he left. And why? Because he hates me.”
“He doesn't hate you. I already told you. I think he just gets a bit shy around you because you are the boss.”
“I am the social media manager, Louise. Not the club's owner. But whatever” I say. “Can I borrow your mascara? I forgot mine home.”
“Sure” she says. “But why are you doing your make-up now?”
“Because I have a date tonight after work, remember?”
“Oh… yes! That guy your cousin introduced you to!”
“The very same. And I don't want to be late, so if you could…”
“Yes, yes. Of course.”
“Thank you” I say before following her back to our offices, looking at where I can hear Colwill talking to someone, and finding him looking back at me. Again.
I seriously don't understand this man.
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“And they didn't want to give me my money back! Can you believe it?”
“No. I can't” I say, moving my food around my plate while thinking on how I can make my cousin pay for this. For convincing me to go out with this guy. Because he is… insufferable. That's what he is.
“So I told them I wanted to see their manager, and do you know what they told me?”
“I… you've got to be kidding me.”
“What?” he says.
“Nothing. Forget it” I say, focusing on my food again.
But he has turned around, and is looking at what I was looking. At who I was looking walk into the restaurant.
“Isn't that Levi Colwill?”
“Yeah.”
“Don't you work with him at Chelsea?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you ask him to get me some tickets for a game?”
“What?” I say, looking up at my date. At my extremely annoying date.
“Your cousin told me to not ask you because you can't give tickets away, but him… he's a player. I'm sure he can.”
“He can't either. They give a certain number of tickets for the whole season for friends and family and that's it.”
“Really? But if you asked him… You are a pretty girl and he's a footballer.”
“Am I… what?”
“Yes. You are hot, and football players are into hot girls. I'm sure that if you walked up to him, battled your eyelashes and showed him some skin, he would give you those tickets.”
“If I… nevermind” I say, taking a deep breath. “Levi isn't like that. And neither am I.”
“He is a football player. They all are the same” he says.
“Not him.”
“How can you be so sure? Have you fucked him?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I don't know. You are defending him so feverishly that…” he shrugs.
“I'm not defending him. I'm just telling the truth.”
“So you don't want to fuck him? Because in that world you work in, it is normal for girls to get involved with their bosses.”
“Levi isn't my boss.”
“Then what is he? Like a coworker?”
“Yes.”
“Then it happens even more often. Who hasn't fucked one of his coworkers?” he chuckles.
“I haven't.”
“Nah. I don't believe you.”
“And I don't care about what you believe or not” I say, my knuckles turning white around my fork while I try my best to not throw it at him.
“Woah, that's so rude. No wonder you don't have a boyfriend and your cousin is looking for people who may want to go on dates with you.”
“I beg your finest pardon?” I say, raising my voice and making the people from the tables around us definitely hear me, Levi among them.
“You are a bit of a bitch.”
“That I am what?”
“Yeah” he shrugs, leaning back on his chair.
“I… I… Fuck you.”
“What?”
“Fuck you” I say, getting up from the table and almost knocking my chair as I do.
“What… where are you going?”
“Home.”
“And our dinner? We haven't finished it yet!”
“You can finish it on your own.”
“But you will at least pay for your part, right?”
“Pay for my… my… urgh!” I say as I storm out of the restaurant, trying my best to not look at where Levi is and ignore how everyone is definitely staring at me.
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“Are you ok?”
“You've got to be kidding me” I say under my breath when I recognise the voice.
“What?”
“I'm fine, Colwill. You can go back inside and finish your dinner.”
“No.”
“What?” I say, turning around to look at him.
“I'm not going inside.”
“What?” I say again.
“You aren't ok. You are clearly upset after what happened with that guy. So I'm not going back inside until you aren't feeling better.”
“I can't believe it” I laugh.
“Can't believe what?” he says with a confused look.
“That you are here! That you don't want to leave because you care about me and how I am feeling!”
“But… I do.”
“You… Levi, you hate me!”
“What?”
“You hate me! I don't know why, but you clearly do!”
“I don't hate you.”
“Of course not” I laugh again.
“I don't” he says.
“Then how do you explain your behaviour around me?”
“My… behaviour?”
“You… urgh” I groan. “What is it with you men today? Did you all become even more stupid than you usually are?”
“That's rude.”
“Yes. I'm rude and a bitch, and that's why I don't have a boyfriend.”
“What?” Levi says.
“That's what he said” I shrug. “And that probably is why you hate me. Because I'm rude.”
“Can you please stop saying that I hate you?” he says, some of that temper he usually has on the pitch showing up.
“But you…”
“I don't hate you! I… I… gosh” he says, rubbing a hand over his face.
“You what, Colwill?”
“I…” he says, taking a deep breath. “I like you.”
“I'm sorry, you what?”
“I like you” he says again.
“You… like me?”
“Yes. I do.”
“If this is a joke, it isn't a funny one, Levi.”
“I'm not joking. I'm being completely serious” he says, his cheeks bright red.
“But you… you always run away when I'm around. You barely talk to me when we are with the other guys. You are always looking at me as if… as if I disgusted you, not the opposite.”
“As if… God. Maybe my mum is right and I do have a resting bitch face” he chuckles. “But I’ve I look disgusted, it is at me, not you. Disgusted because I am not brave enough to be around you and talk to you. To joke with you like the other guys do and like I want to do. Because when I'm around you it is like something inside me stops working properly, and I can only look at you like an idiot and blush. That's the only thing I do.”
“You do blush when you are around me, that's true” I chuckle. “But you are talking to me now, aren't you? What has changed?”
“That I had a big glass of wine while you were dealing with that idiot” he says. “That, and that I hated seeing you with him. Not because I am jealous, but because you deserve something better than him. So I said, Levi, it's about fucking time you put all that shyness away and do something. It's time you grow some balls and go talk to her. Show her that you are better than that guy even though it won't take too much, and that giving you a chance will be worth it.”
“Levi, I…”
“You don't have to say anything now. You can think about it or not think about it and forget about all this. I promise you I won't make things awkward between us or make this affect your work at Chelsea. I am a professional and I know how to separate my personal life from my job” he says. “But if you… if you would like to give me a chance… I would like to take you out one day. Like on a date. Like…”
“I think I liked you better when you didn't talk this much, you know?”
“I… sorry. I'm sorry. I…”
“Levi, I was just teasing you.”
“You… oh” he says when he looks at me again and sees my face. “Right.”
“Listen, all this… this confession… It is unexpected. Quite unexpected” I say. “But… Do you like pizza?”
“What?” he says with a confused look.
“I really am in the mood for some pizza. That restaurant was too fancy for me. So if you still want to take me out on a date…”
“I do.”
“Then let's go get ourselves some pizza” I smile.
“Yes. Of course” he smiles back, probably for the first time since the day we met. And he has such a beautiful smile… “Though maybe I should text my friend that our dinner is over” he chuckles.
“Maybe you should, yes. I just hope he doesn't get angry with you for leaving him alone.”
“Angry? Nah. He's probably going to celebrate because I've finally asked you out” he laughs.
“You've talked to your friends about me?”
“I… have. A little bit” he says while texting his friend, a playful smile on his lips that I've never seen in real life, only on photos from training. “Done. Shall we?” he says, offering me his arm after texting his friend.
