//edging, groping, subby levi, pwp with a touch of sap, taller + gn reader ~ .9k
beginning to branch out kink-wise with levi is exhilarating and delicious. yes. but specifically bondage.
because, and needless to say, one of levi’s nightmares is to be pinned down. this is the same man that is always on his guard as if the person beside him is waiting for a chance to attack him.
Levi gazed carefully into your eyes. as turned on as he was—how delicious is the friction through his trousers—he reminded you of a frightened deer, its delicate legs posed to run away at the next disturbance.
“I could get out pretty easily if I threw you off,” he mutters. it didn’t seem like he was talking to you exactly.
“Yeah, of course you could.”
Levi chilly tone, and the slight foreboding behind his eyes, stood for his shyness. He even shuddered pleasantly as your ‘strokes’ over his pants deepened, using your whole palm on the thick hardness pushing against the front, head tipping back.
“Does that feel good? You look so good... You look so pretty.”
The cold reality of his bindings is melting from him, eyes glazing over, and slight little hiccuping breaths escaping as you don’t pause this time. Melting him into this fragile state, acting sweet in a way Levi wouldn’t be caught dead doing, made you ecstatic. His submission was in your hands.
You had agreed on this down to how slow you would go, and when: you didn’t go over undressing, and you weren’t going to push it.
Your other hand spread over his thick upper thigh, opening his legs and giving you better room to snugly slot yourself between them. Levi inhaled sharply—as if it hurt—when you did, but didn’t tell you to stop.
You touched him more. Rubbing his cock, greedily taking hold of his ass and sliding your lips from the dip on his shirt collar to his neck with just enough pressure to tease.
“Do you like that?” you whispered again. He shivered underneath you. “Does it feel good when I touch you?”
“Ah—” he moaned, thrusting into your palm particularly rough and whining your name.
You loved it when he whined. You sank your teeth in a little bit tighter above his clavicle, and sped up with your hand. Wetness where he was so turned on was as obvious as the strain in his thighs.
When he threatened to tense underneath you, you eased up and slowed down.
“Fuck.” Levi grunted, squirming now. “You fucking tease.”
You laughed gently, pushing your smile into his soft lips. “You don’t answer my questions.”
He whimpered, so sweet Levi was like this. His thighs threatened to close on your hand, but he was too short for your frame. His wrists strained in the bindings above his head.
“Is it too much?”
“N-No…” he mumbled, looking meekly displeased at your suggestion to stop.
“I just…”
You kissed his chest—through the thin white top he had on—honing in on his nipples. They were pricked and hard.
“Fucking come on,” he gasped, suddenly, with hips leaning off the mattress entirely. You took a snug handful of his cock strangled in cloth.
“Touch me, fuck.”
“Beg.”
You nipped and kissed with an open mouth, but fleetingly. Back at his neck, you poured more whispered praise into his ear as Levi desperately rocked his hips and leaned heavily into every inch of you there was.
“…Fuck you, please,” he huffed at last. “Just touch me. Take it off. Please.”
You’d never heard him like this, and you’d be lying if you denied it gave you a burst of pride in your soul. ‘Beg’ had been just a joke.
You groaned, locked your free hand in his belt buckle, and ignored the raging urge to squeeze your thighs together, and jump on top of him.
“Fuck,” he sighed from sheer relief, his cock engorged and taut against his belly. Fat veins lined his shaft, and tip flushed a frustrated red. So much precum clung to his cock in sticky strings from his slit.
Levi panted. Just your hands sliding up his muscular thighs had his cock tense and twitching, straining thickly. It almost looked like it hurt.
There was absolutely no resistance when you wrapped your fist around his thick shaft. The slide was delicious, and his reaction even moreso. You swallowed.
“F-Fuck ah, fuck,” he groaned, thighs jerking. Bluish, lidded eyes barely looking up at you. You focused on him, because if you met his gaze, he’d look away.
Ten seconds was all it took. Ten seconds of firm strokes with one hand and adeptly rubbing his tip with the other until all his movement stuttered to a complete halt. He cried out soundlessly, not even breathing.
He came with a tight groan. His straining thighs shook in place, Levi’s hips eagerly thrusting into your fist as it flew over his cock. It throbbed heavily in your grip, his whole body spasming rhythmically as thick ropes of cum spurted across your knuckles and his flexing ab muscles. He trembled harder the longer he spent in bliss, then began squirming in his restraints after it finally ebbed.
When he'd melted back against the bed, and without much thinking about it, you licked it off your hand.
He noticed, and as opposed to looking disgusted, he gained that foreshadowing look on his handsome face like before.
“Gross.”
You giggled at that, crawling forward. He most certainly did not think so. You slid your hands up his thighs and hips as you kissed his wrists and hands—again without thinking much about it.
The noise he made almost sounded like a laugh, but his expression, however unguarded, looked smitten.
