#levi smut

[bumblebeeonthistle]

my friends in the @/leviackermannetwork made me do it🥹🥹

(I love you guys lmao)

uncensored version on ao3

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[bumblebeeonthistle]

kinktober25 | day 23: biting | ao3 link | masterlist tags: vampire!Levi/human!reader, biting kink, blood kink, blood as an aphrodisiac, clothed sex, dry humping so desperately that it turns into wet humping, not quite coming untouched but almost warnings: MDNI wc: 1k

“Bite me.”

Levi gapes at you. His pupils dilate and his lips curl, exposing his sharp canines for a split second before he snaps his mouth shut. He shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” 

“No, but I know you haven’t fed for days, and that you’re hungry.” You send the deep purple shadows under his eyes a pointed look. “And I got what you need, so what’s the problem?”

“The problem?” Levi stalks towards you, grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you close. “The problem?” he snarls. “The fucking problem is that I won’t be able to stop. The problem is that I could kill you. I could drain you dry in the span of minutes and you wouldn’t be able to resist. You wouldn’t even want to resist.”

You can’t help it. Something in your gut clenches and heat rises to your cheeks. “Do it,” you whisper.

His jaw ticks. “No.”

“Do it,” you repeat. Slowly, you tilt your head to the side, exposing your throat to him. 

Levi’s grip on your shirt tightens. Something flickers behind his eyes – grey, with a ring of red around the pupils – before his shoulders dip and he curses under his breath. “Fuck,” he rasps, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

“It’s not fucking funny, brat.”

“Just do it, Levi. Please.”

Levi closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a stuttering breath. When he opens his eyes again, his irises have turned blood-red. With a strength you’ve always known he possessed but which he’s never used on you before, he flips you around until your back is pressed against his chest. He lowers his head, his lips ghosting up and down your exposed throat. 

He inhales deeply, then lets out a groan. “Shit, you really want it that bad?”

Eyes widening, you press your thighs together as you feel wetness gather between your legs. Fuck, can he smell that? Does he know how much you’ve been craving this – does he know for how long you’ve been dreaming about this, of his lips against your throat and his teeth sunk deep into your skin? Does he know that you’ve been craving more than just his teeth – that you’ve been craving him, his tongue, his cock, driving into you while he drains your blood?

You can’t help but arch your back, your head lolling against Levi’s shoulder as he presses his lips against your pulse and sucks. He’s gentle at first, but when the first moan escapes you, he lets out a hiss, making you feel his razor-sharp teeth graze your skin.

He presses you tighter against him and you can feel his cock push against the small of your back, hot and throbbing even with the layers of clothes separating you. He starts moving his hips and shamelessly, desperately, you press yourself closer to him, chasing the friction he provides until your arousal leaks through your clothes and soaks his pants.

Still rolling his hips against you, Levi opens his mouth wider, his hot breath tickling your skin. “This is your last chance to back out,” he warns, his voice hoarse and strained.

You answer by reaching back to grab the front of his crotch, rubbing against his aching cock.

“Fuck–“ You don’t get any more warnings before he sinks his fangs into your neck.

Oh.

Oh.

For one, dizzying moment, your mind blanks, and all you can feel is his soft lips against your throat, the stinging pain from his teeth, and the strange sensation of having your blood sucked from your veins.

And then, everything and more come rushing back. You suddenly feel everything, sense everything. You can hear Levi’s desperate pants in your ear, can smell the musk of his arousal, can feel the way your clothes rub against your soaked pussy and swollen clit. You feel like your skin is on fire, like every nerve ending in your brain and body are firing sparks of pleasure through you.

You vaguely register that you’re not the only one affected. Far from it – Levi’s thrusts turn frantic as he ruts against you like an animal in heat, his cock swollen and hard and throbbing. A muffled whine escapes him, sending vibrations through you from where his mouth connects with your skin. He’s drooling all over your shoulder and some blood trickles down your front, between your cleavage and down your stomach, staining your shirt.

But you don’t care.

The wave of euphoria coursing through you builds and builds until your knees buckle and you fall over, bringing Levi down with you. You end up on your stomach with him on top, his teeth still in your shoulder as he sucks your blood and thrusts his hips against your ass. 

You’re still both fully clothed, but you’ve never been so turned on, so aroused, so desperate, as you are now. “Bite me harder,” you gasp, the words barely comprehensible.

But Levi complies, pulling back a little before biting down again, sucking harshly.

"Fuck, Levi–" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arches and you cum so hard that it feels like you just blacked out. Levi ruts against you and you feel his cock twitch just before a spurt of something hot and wet coats your back.

Panting, Levi just lies on top of you for a moment, utterly spent and exhausted. Then, he gently pulls his teeth out of your neck and peels himself off you. But he doesn’t get up – instead, he curls himself around you, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Is it always like this?” you ask when you finally find your voice again.

“I always get…hard, when I feed,” Levi admits. “But it’s never been like this. This– this…” he trails off. As if he can’t find the words to describe what he just felt. You get that – you wouldn’t be able to describe it either.

A new burst of excitement sparks through you. “Next time, I want you to fuck me while you feed,” you announce.

Levi’s grip on you tightens, and you feel his cock twitch against your back. “Next time, huh?”

You nod. “Next time. Definitely.”

the sketch above is by me and part of my 100 day Levi art challenge

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[jeanzarchive]

casually thinking about how husband Levi would be fucking you while he got to know what mystery you and your boyfriend solved while he wasn't home.

★ Levi x reader x Jean drabble ★

⠀⠀ ⠀

"Oy Levi."

"Huh? What?"

"Kiss me." You said, voice heavier than usual.

But what were you even doing in the middle of the night? Thinking about him? Lord knows.

"hmm, look who's needy tonight?" His voice is teasing with no harm.

"mmm", (pouts unknowingly) "shut up."

before you could say more, he kisses you.

"how about you shut up and I'll give you what you want? sounds good??" He was clearly enjoying this.

Before you could respond-

You whimper, his hands as softly touching your folds, as if checking up if they're okay, but it was so soft and you were NOT in a soft mood today.

You try to protest but he quickly flips you on your stomach so your back is facing him.

"we haven't tried this position yet." He said, a statement.

"no we did-" shit. You weren't supposed to say that.

"Huh? When??" confused.

"no. Right. Not you." You said. Already regretting opening your mouth.

He puts his fingers on your clit and starts rubbing roughly.

"so, Jean did?" He wasn't even half angry. It was pure jealousy.

You cried out in pain and tried to go away but of course his grip was tight.

"hmmp! Sorry-" you try to form a sentence.

Slaps on your pussy.

"I asked something. Don't tell me it's turning you on. Last time I checked, you weren't so much into sex??" He asked, impatient.

You nod weakly.

"So it was Jean." He says.

Sits on the sofa and makes you sit on his lap.

"tell me everything." He says. Still angry that you hid it from him.

"wh-what?" You shuttered.

"Yeah I wanna know what you two did when I was working my ass off." He says.

"shit". You mumble.

Sends another harsh slap on your cunt. You yelp a cry.

"aah! I'm sensitive, Levi!" You said, whimpering.

"good to hear I wasn't the one who made you sensitive." Pure jealousy in his face.

You peck him on lips, trying to calm him.

"tch." Annoyed, still jealous.

You sigh.

"I'll tell you everything, okay?" You said, finally giving in.

"start fast." He says while putting three fingers straight inside your folds.

"And don't you dare to move."

(★lemme know if you guys want part 2 from Jean's side.)

[bumblebeeonthistle]

I'm back to writing on my kinktober drabbles...

already did the quiet sex prompt XD

(we're also gonna ignore that I was going to write them for kinktober25 and that I'm about a year late finishing these...)

[jeanzarchive]

context behind this drabble.

Husband Levi. Yes, your husband. When you got found by Erwin he promised to protect you in order for you to join the cadets. But sooner there were these Ackermans, who came to Levi and threatened him and told him that he needed to marry to keep the Ackerman clan alive. They wanted him to get married and breed at least one male. After that, they don't care. They wanted someone who wasn't Eldian so who is a better candidate for that except you? Honestly you already knew Levi pretty well and he'd never do anything without your consent so he refused at first. But then you stepped in and promised him you're okay with this. So he had to say yes as well and that's how you two got married despite your relationship with jean. And Jean was surprisingly okay with it, encouraging you to wear revealing clothes in front of Levi and seduce him. But you, being too shy, never had the courage and enough shock for you, Levi himself stepped in.

[bumblebeeonthistle]

kinktober25 | day 22: quiet sex | ao3 link | masterlist tags: Levi/Reader, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, road trip sex, creampie, some pining and fluff at the end, I lowkey feel sorry for Erwin and Hange in this one warnings: MDNI wc: 1.5k

“You’ll just have to sit at the back. With Levi.” Hange gestures towards the backseat.

You eye the cramped space sceptically. No way the two of you will fit there without sitting on top of each other.

Levi seems to think the same. “Why am I thinking you’re about to suggest something illegal, Four-Eyes?”

They blink innocently at him.

A long moment passes.

Then, Levi lets out a scoff. “Tch, fine. But Erwin’s driving.”

Pressing a palm over their heart in mock hurt, Hange pouts. “Why, you don’t trust my–“

“No,” you and Levi say at the exact same time.

You cross your arms over your chest. “If I’m going to sit on Levi’s lap, I don’t want a maniac behind the wheel."

“What she said.”

Hange throws their hands into the air. “Ugh, you two are no fun.”

The first part of the road trip proceeds…fine. You’re sitting almost not-uncomfortably in Levi’s lap while you try very hard to ignore the way his thighs flex beneath you whenever the car does a turn.

You’re fine. It’s fine. It’s absolutely fine.

(it’s not fine)

You’ve inched yourself forwards until you’re practically sitting on his knees when he grabs your waist in a firm grip. “Do you want to fall off?” he asks. “Because if you want to kneel on the floor instead, be my guest.”

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you hastily move backwards. Or try to, because just then, the car swerves violently and you’re knocked back against Levi instead. You can hear the breath leave his lungs and feel his forearm lock around your waist, keeping you in place.

“Sorry about that, guys,” Erwin calls from the driver’s seat, a sheepish look on his face. “There was a hole in the road.”

“I thought we said no maniacs behind the wheel,” Levi scowls.

“To be fair, then Erwin’s usually a very responsible driver,” you argue while you try to wriggle out of Levi’s grasp – try, and fail, because he doesn’t let you.

“Keep still, for fucks sake,” he murmurs in your ear. 

“Well, if you’d just let go–“ But you freeze mid-sentence as you feel something hard prod against your back. Something hard and warm and heavy and twitchy–

Levi lets out a quiet hiss. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you hiss back. You press your thighs together as you feel your pussy throb.

“That.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re fucking squirming in my lap.”

You turn back to look at him, arching a brow. “Like you’re one to talk. I’m not the one sporting a huge–”

Levi slaps his palm across your mouth and before you can help it, a muffled whine escapes you. His lips curl. “You were saying?”

Luckily, the sound of the engine masks your conversation, and Hange and Erwin are busy on the front seats, discussing the research project they’re collaborating on with words so complex you wouldn’t be able to understand them even with a clear head.

Fuck, you’ve never been so turned on in your life. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d soaked through your underwear at this point.

And then, you feel it. Levi angles his arm around your waist, his fingers trailing along the hem of your dress. His hand lingers there for a moment before he slowly moves it higher, higher, higher until his fingers ghost the outside of your soaked panties.

He curses. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, accusing me when you’re this wet.”

You whimper, and he presses his palm firmer against your mouth before leaning closer, pushing his throbbing cock against your ass, his breath tickling your ear. “Lift up your skirt.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t hesitate to comply. Fuck, this is so, so risky and beyond wrong, but also incredibly, incredibly hot.

As you quickly lift your skirt, Levi pulls his cock out of his pants. You just catch a glimpse of it – long, thick, perfectly curved, the tip an angry red and leaking precum – before Levi grabs you by the waist again and practically shoves you down on his cock.

The sound you let out is mercifully drowned as the car accelerates.

Levi’s breathing turns strained, his cock twitching inside you, his knuckles whitening as he clutches your dress – the only thing hiding the fact that Levi is inside you – bunching the fabric in his hands.

“If you move,” he says, voice just a little deeper and hoarser than usual, “I’ll pull out.”

You nod furiously.

And then, the fucking bastard, he lets go of your mouth, leaning back casually while his fingers uncurl as he rests them on your thighs instead. Meanwhile, you feel like you’re dying.

A slow, agonising, painful, wonderfully blissful death.

You don’t move an inch, but every time the car changes speed, turns, or runs over just the tiniest bump in the road, Levi’s cock nudges against your insides. You feel yourself throb and tighten around him, your cunt leaking so much that you’re worried you’ll stain the car seat below you.

The only thing indicating that Levi is just as affected by this arrangement as you are is his carefully controlled breathing (controlled, too controlled to be unintentional) and his dilated pupils. And well, his cock, throbbing inside you every time you so much as hitch a breath.

The next couple of hours proceed like that, and even though none of you have been moving, by the time Erwin finally stops by a gas station, you think you could cum from just a single thrust from Levi – maybe even less. Your pussy is swollen and sensitive, and Levi’s cock so hard that you’re sure it must be painful.

When Erwin finally stops the car, Hange turns in their seat. “You two still good?”

You manage a weak nod. Levi lets out an affirmative grunt.

“You sure?” Erwin asks, brows furrowing. “You do look a little uncomfortable.”

“We’re fine.”

“Alright. We’re just going to grab some snacks, any of you wanna come?”

“Nope, I’m good,” you squeak.

“Buy me a water,” Levi says.

Hange salutes you before exiting the car with Erwin. It’s first when they disappear into the gas station that you let out a slow, stuttering breath of relief.

And then, it’s as if something in Levi snaps. He grabs your waist and lifts you, your combined build-up arousal gushing out before he snaps his hips back up to meet yours in one, powerful thrust.

You were right.

You’re both pushed over the edge, a loud, obscene moan escaping your lips, your hands clutching the front seat for leverage as your thighs shake, your pussy clenching repeatedly around Levi’s pulsing cock as he empties himself inside you with a choked, broken sound from the back of his throat.

It seems like forever, but after you’ve both come down from your highs, Levi finally pulls out. Gently, he reaches up to brush his knuckles against your cheekbone. “You alright?”

“More than alright.” You laugh breathily.

His lips twitch. “Good. I didn’t mean for our first time to be, well, like this.”

You blink in surprise before schooling your features into a coy smile. “Been thinking about me?”

“All the damn time.”

Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he? You thought you were the only one – the only one sending him stolen glances, the only one wishing you could be something more than just friends.

Levi gently taps your thigh with his index finger. “There are tissues in the glovebox.”

“Oh. Right.”

You manage to clean up before Erwin and Hange return, but there’s still a very wet, very obvious stain on the front of Levi’s pants. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells you before pulling you back into his lap, nestling his chin against your shoulder.

“Leviiii, here’s your water!” Hange sing-songs once they enter the car.

“It'll be a while before we reach our next destination,” Erwin says as he starts the engine. “You guys sure you don’t need a break?”

You shake your head. “We’re fine.”

You’re almost at your destination when Levi unscrews the cap on his water bottle. You expect him to take a sip, but instead, he tips it …and dumps half of it in your lap. “Whoops,” he deadpans.

“Ah, shit,” Hange curses, eyeing the mess with a frown. “Now you’re going to be all wet the rest of the trip.”

You choke on your spit.

Levi waves them off. “We’ll manage.”

“Luckily, we’ll be there soon,” Erwin reassures you.

Sending you both a dubious look, Hange turns around again.

“Told you not to worry,” Levi murmurs in your ear, his thumb drawing soothing circles on your hipbone.

the sketch above are by me and part of my 100 day Levi art challenge

more of my Levi works

taglist: @levislolita @starryscara @true-fairyy @darkstarlight82 @ieattitansforbreakfeast @angelicarlert @4ckrmn @elegantmakercoffee @starryackrmn @fiannee

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[leviismybby]

Ugh I need to ride Levi.

[daughter0fdionysus]

an: this has been sitting in my wip folder for 2 years! It was finally time for me to finish it and get it posted so here we are 💜

pairing: levi ackerman x female reader

warnings: nsfw, pegging, levi is reluctant at first, established relationship, no specific au, blowjob, anal fingering, cursing, divider by @/cursed-carmine (wc: 2k)

It had been the quickest slip of a finger, a miscalculation borne of delirious pleasure and it had spiralled into something… unexpected.

Levi’s lips parted from yours with a wet-sounding gasp, the storm of grey irises cut through the darkened room, and you were bathed in the light of what you could only describe as pure lust.

His hips jerked; grinding himself in one full circle of his pelvis until he released into your spasming cunt with no warning whatsoever. It had been a shock, both of you locked into a stare that was unblinking.

It wasn’t a big deal, or at least you didn’t think so.

Plenty of men liked to have their butt played with and there was nothing to be ashamed about, but Levi didn’t see it quite that clearly. Your handsome husband turned bashful for the first time in your long relationship, his skin hot and almost feverish with embarrassment as he apologised almost petulantly.

He pulled from you with a wince, his brow furrowed tightly.

He ran agitated fingers through the curtains of his hair, fixing the messy strands you had deliberately mussed when you sought out some physical solace in the arms of the man you loved above all others, and he refused to meet your eye.

“Levi… sweetie, are you seriously bothered about this?”

He hummed. It was the very noise he made when you knew beyond a doubt that he was not going to answer your question. That he would be as silent as he could manage without being downright rude, not that Levi was above being rude, just not usually with you. It was infuriating, to say the least, but you had known this about the now retired Captain for years before you had married him and it was simply an annoying quirk that made him unique.

“Y’know, it’s a perfectly normal thing to enjoy. I might not have done it on purpose but if you like it then—”

“That won’t be necessary, darling,” he said, interrupting your offer and brushing away your hand that had come to rest against his chest. “Get some sleep, you must be tired. I’ve some things to attend to before I join you.”

With a chaste kiss on your forehead, Levi stood from the bed and left you gawking after him as he headed for the study most likely. You were mad, furious even about how ridiculous he was acting.

So, you had slipped a finger into his ass during the throes of passion, so what? You had been gripping onto his taut butt whilst he drilled you stupid into the mattress when your placement shifted and the accident had happened.

He liked it.

Of course he did. It would be hard to deny since he came on the spot seconds later.

Something had to be done, and you had a perfect idea…

~

Several months had passed since that fateful finger slip, things had returned to normal and your darling man no longer seemed reluctant to enjoy intimate moments with you, thankfully!

The mood was set; a delicious home-cooked meal enjoyed along with a healthy dose of the finest cabernet money could buy, and the prettiest lingerie which only ever came out for special occasions.

Levi lay on the bed with you draped over his chest, devouring each other’s mouths. His tongue slid along your teeth, and you moaned into the wet cavern. Your lips pulled free from him with effort, licking the plush, swollen skin languidly and watched his heated expression follow your every movement.

“I have a surprise for you handsome; do you trust me?”

“Hm, with my life. What have you done, you little minx?” He was suspicious and it was founded. The alcohol from earlier left pale pink patches on the apples of his cheeks and his smile was a little looser than usual, his alcohol tolerance had never been the best.

“I bought something and I’d like to try it out. Try it out with no complaint because you don’t know if you like something until you give it a chance,” you added hastily when his eyes narrowed and his face tightened into a guarded mask.

Slipping from the bed you reached for the item which was tucked near but out of sight. You weren’t entirely sure how he would react given his sudden clamming up, and for a moment you wondered if you had read the situation completely wrong. There was no turning back now, not now that he had seen it.

His eyes widened; turning into almost comically large saucers, and his eyes swung between your nervous face and the small strap-on you’d bought weeks prior. The dildo was pretty and pink, the straps a deep purple. It had drawn you to it in the store, and best of all, it wasn’t as intimidating as other models on display.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, a strangled gurgling passed his lips, and you wrapped your arms around him quickly. You pressed sweet, affectionate kisses over his defined cheekbones and across his jaw, infusing your love into every touch of your lips.

“Sweetheart… let’s try it, please? I promise we can stop if you hate it or feel too uncomfortable, but I think you’ll find it… enjoyable.”

He looked strained, limbs and joints stiff but the small nod he gave was enough to make your heart leap in sheer joy. You knew how much it took for him to agree, to put his faith in you that you would never go anything that might hurt him.

“I love you, Levi,” you muttered, smiling against his lips as you kissed him.

He only hummed and finally spoke. “I know, brat.”

~

For the next hour, you worked him to fever pitch.

Only the thin lace of your panties covered you; tits long spilled free from their luxury prison and Levi drank you in like a man who had been lost in the desert for a week. He couldn’t pull his gaze from you as you lay between his spread thighs with your pretty mouth stuffed full of his cock.

You licked into his slit before tonguing around the prominent ridge of his cockhead then down the protruding veins. You repeated the process over and over then finally swallowed him down, your nose brushing the neatly trimmed bush at his pelvis. He groaned at the wet, tight sensation of you swallowing, the muscles in your throat squeezing his tip.

His raven hair fanned behind his head, an arm finally thrown over his eyes whilst you worshipped him like a God.

Finally, the time had come to switch things up and pure unadulterated excitement ignited your veins at the prospect. Pulling your mouth from his swollen tip, you licked your lips seductively and cleaned at the arousal on your sticky fingers like a preening cat.

“Levi,” you cooed, walking your fingers up his taut stomach and onto his chest, “turn over for me.”

His bottom lip was held deep between his teeth as his arm flew back from his face, a high blush polished his cheeks, and you smothered his suddenly quivering stomach in quick kisses until he grunted and made to move. Levi paused whilst kneeling in front of you, cupping your cheeks and fixing you with an intense stare which would have buckled your knees had you not been already lying down.

“Promise you’ll stop if I ask?”

You frowned, stretching up until your forehead rested against his. “I promise, Levi. Just wanna make you feel good…”

He nodded, happy with your words and with one final glance over his shoulder he bowed forwards on all fours. Your breath caught in your throat, a mist to your eyes as he trusted you with his insecurity and you pushed forward to make sure you cradled that trust with the care and delicacy it deserved.

It wasn’t long before the room was fogged with a thick cloud of sex, the smell permeated everything and the lewd squelch of your fingers coated in lube as you worked him open.

Whilst Levi had been stiff and tense, with every passing sweep your fingers trailed over his dick and balls with your free hand, he relaxed and the slide became far easier on you both.

Little whimpers came from where his face met the pillow, little droplets of sweat ran down his spine and dropped to the sheets and his hips rocked from side to side. He was enjoying it, as you predicted, and you smiled at how reactive he was being.

“Feel good, hm? Mhm. I’m gonna fuck you now, I’ll go slow and we’ll see how you feel.”

There was no verbal answer, only more animalistic noises and you chuckled to yourself as you smeared a thick glob of lube onto the strap-on secured around your legs and hips.

His hole puckered at the first press of the blunt tip, and you shushed him softly, rocking back and forth until you were able to fit behind the tight ring of muscles.

You held it there; one hand holding the base of the strap-on and the other against Levi’s hip, letting him get used to it.

“How does it feel?” you asked with a soft sigh.

“F-full… like my brain can’t quite focus on… anything.”

His voice was a little higher than usual, disorientation clear but there were clear signs of pleasure, and you gave an experimental thrust which was met with a cry of several curses.

Your rhythm was slow and steady as you had promised, every stroke gave way to new ground and before long your pelvis smacked right against his tight ass. His grunts and growls became more erratic as you fucked into him with more strength, and soon you were feeling yourself drift towards release from simply watching him enjoy what you offered.

“Touch yourself, handsome. Stroke that delicious cock.”

Levi braced on one forearm, lowering down further as if he were in prayer but it was far from saintly what he was doing. His hand wrapped around his weeping cock, hissing as you delivered a stroke that fucked his cock right into his fist. His arm jerked at a frantic pace, and you could tell that he was very close to falling over the edge into orgasm.

“Harder!” he yelled, sounding muffled by a mouthful of pillow.

Surprised, aroused and very willing, you gripped both of Levi’s slim hips as you pulled back until just the tip remained inside. His breathing was laboured, and the tugging on his cock paused as he waited for you to move. With fingers tight on his skin, little half crescents marking him from your nails, you slammed back in and he jerked forward from the impact.

“F-Fuck!”

You pounded him hard, every slam accompanied by the smack of your skin hitting his and the wet sound of his slicked-up cock being fisted tightly. He moaned so long and low that you could feel his pleasure in your body and it was so sinful and intense.

A fierce shudder coursed up his spine, and you sensed his release. Holding yourself deep in his stretched ass you held him as he shot sticky ropes of cum all over the sheets. Whining like a pup he twitched and bucked in your grip. You pulled free and quickly removed the harness. Watching as Levi fell forward to fully collapse on the bed, not caring from the mess beneath him for the first time in his life.

He panted as you rolled him to his side and wrapped your arms around his shoulders tenderly, kissing his face and whispering such adorations into his ear as he came down from his high.

“Was it good, darling? Do you need anything?”

He hummed that familiar hum, and you tensed, but it was short lived as he deemed to answer your questions on this occasion.

“I guess you were right, seems you know me better than I know myself… thank you, sweetheart.”

From that day on, Levi didn’t mind if your finger slipped… accidental or not!