Summary: Just some random lil Levi things I’ve had on my brain lately :D
Rating: 18+ [Minors DNI]
A/n: I can do a part two if anyone is interested
If you compliment him on his appearance, say you like his hair when it’s longer in the front, tell him he looks lovely in that shade of green, he will never forget that shit. He’ll start leaving his hair longer and wearing your favorite colors on him more often, because he loves knowing you’re finding him attractive.
When Levi catches you checking him out, he acts appalled, absolutely flabbergasted, how dare you objectify him like this. He’ll roll his eyes and scoff, waving you off like he can’t believe you’d be so openly perverted like this, but then you’ll spot the blush spreading over his cheeks, and if you’re lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of his lips curling up in a playful smirk as he turns away from you.
He’s not always “stoic”, he just has a very dry sense of humor. Sarcasm, deadpan jokes and teasing actually make him chuckle occasionally, and he loves when you go back and forth with him.
He doesn’t have a great social battery, but when he loves you, he wants you around regardless. Sometimes his favorite moments are sitting together in comfortable silence, and having you rake your fingers through his dark hair, or scratch his back.
I think he has a pretty normal sex drive, but sometimes he needs a lot of foreplay to get comfortable, because the second that sex starts to feel like mindless fucking rather than an expression of love, he feels unnerved and off put.
He’s such a giver, that if you give him something back he’ll be absolutely touched. Make him a bracelet? He’ll never take it off. Bring him something he forgot on his way out the door that morning? He’s thinking about putting a ring on your finger. Cook him his favorite meal? He’ll melt into a puddle of soft sappy feelings.
Honestly, he’s really just a hopeless romantic. Once upon a time he was a little boy that day-dreamt of finally being loved, being held, and doted on. Up until now, he was starting to get used to the idea of being alone, so he’ll do anything to keep you happy and content with him.
I think levi is a switch, but he leans towards submissive because, again, he loves being doted on. He likes sensual touching, thumb against his cheek, fingers gripping his thighs, running your nails down his abdomen and feeling it tense up. He fantasizes about that kind of thing. He wants your hands all over him.
He gets super turned on by possessive behavior, in and out of the bedroom. Bite him, yank on his hair, ask him who’s cock this is, he loves that shit. If you get jealous easily, he’ll roll his eyes and tell you you’re being immature, but he’s such a bad liar because his ego is soaring. He’ll be walking around with a little more confidence that day.
If you keep eye contact and tell him you love him during sex, he might bust on the spot.
In the colder months, he tends to become depressed easily. He benefits from having someone who won’t allow him to shut himself away.
Horny Levi shamelessly rutting into his mattress has been on my mind since this post, so -
Just. Levi being in the haze of a warm, pleasant sleep and starts mindlessly rolling his hips against your backside. His arms are wrapped around you, spooning, but his hold tightens the more his cock throbs, with the more of his precum that dribbles down the head of his cock and stains his tight briefs.
And, the more excited he gets, the heavier his hot breaths puff into the shade of your throat, the quicker his hips rut. You’re jolted out of sleep by him throbbing and hard and prodding your ass in needy, quick little circles. Levi’s fucking humping you—in his sleep—and he’s not even half-aware of it except for the white-hot pleasure buzzing away in his lower half.
Naturally, you waking up wakes him up, but why stop? He’s positively shaking with how close he is, half-lidded and red all over his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
You arch your back and squirm, encouraging him with, “C’mere, baby, I want you to,” which has his jaw going slack with a small shiver. Fuck, yes.
You’re practically yanked back against him now that Levi knows it’s okay, but more than that, you fucking want him to—he needs to empty his heavy balls so badly he doesn’t even care that he’s whining all breathy into your skin, or the fact his creamy precum has soaked through his thin briefs and making little smears on your cotton pajamas. He’s hot and drawn tight all over, and he won’t be able to sleep until he’s shaking through the aftershocks.
Tell him he’s your good boy, that he sounds so pretty like this, and you'll have him breathing heavy and open-mouthed, reaching his peak. His brow draws together and his shiny, pink lips—in stark contrast to the blush on his cheeks—drop open with the sweetest moan. He groans all gravelly and almost choked, and he throbs so hard. Even loses control of his hips. All he can do while they stutter is hold you close and hump you as his pretty cock throbs and twitches. He shoots his load—creamy, thick cum pooling between his thighs, soaking his briefs right through.
He cums so much too, and so hard he's thrown for fiery-hot loop. Vulnerable by sleep, he keeps making all these small, pretty sounds in your ear.
He’s exhausted himself, so while his dick just keeps throbbing, he’s succumbed to rolling his hips in these needy, rolling circles, milking his orgasm out, moaning all pleased, mumbling how good it feels. He can feel it dribbling from his pink, round cockhead too, and shivers so fucking hard when you tell him he did so good, coming all over himself like that, your good boy.
By the time he’s slowly softening, he’s still shivering and this warm haze has washed over him again. He can’t sleep like that though, so you crawl between his solid, thick thighs to lick him clean and work him up all over again 😋
Warnings for light bondage, crying, insecurity and self hate, submissive Levi, pegging, femdom, overstimulation, minor degradation (like one line), praise
He’s an absolute mess in your hands. Soft rope binds his wrists to the headboard, the skin pink where the texture rubbed, while the rest of his bare body is crumpled beside yours. Sweat streaks his pale skin—something else coating his lower belly and his soft inner thighs.
You stroke his hip sweetly, your mouth nestled against his nape. He smells clean, like soap and the laundry detergent he pours religiously into the machine every time he starts a new load, and he tastes like salt. He tastes like sex. Like heat.
“Hah!” the airy cry expands from his throat just as your fingers shift.
“Oh? So you finally wanna talk?”
Levi grits his teeth, his back arcing as you gently prod the swollen spot inside him. His cock slowly hardens against his pelvis, still slick from his last highs. You’ve yet to show him any mercy, and he’s glad for it. All this time he’s been waiting for you to crack him open—to shoulder the burden he’s too afraid to share, and to do so without him having to ask.
Your other hand reaches around, the searing weight of him bobbing on your palm. You spread the cum up and down his cock until your thumb is nudging his tip.
He physically trembles and pushes his mouth into his bicep. He won’t admit to a thing.
Gently, you continue swiveling your fingers inside, working him steadily with both hands, coaxing him towards another borderline painful climax. It’s what he needs, you know. He alluded to as much earlier with his behavior.
“Stop trying to do everything alone and rely on me,” you say, hoping he hears.
Sure enough, his lashes flutter, wet and clotted from tears that have gathered. His eyes are puffy, pinker than his cheeks.
“Sh-shut up,” he pants, then closes his eyes once again.
Your mouth falls into a straight line and you resume the synced motions of your hands and fingers. Levi keens, his head lolling back, jaw collapsing from the pleasure. Another string of moans is pulled from his throat, sounding utterly raw and defeated. He’s unguarded, backed into a corner like a wounded animal, yet he’s still grasping for straws. He’ll keep struggling if the only other alternative is to ask for help.
“You’re going to cum again for me.”
He snarls, “Fuck off.”
It’s surprisingly the complete lack of any feeling at all that makes him stir. He lifts his head and peers through the darkness, searching for wherever your hands ventured. All he knows is they’re not on him anymore, and it’s a terrible, crushing feeling.
“W-wait… wait—“
“Are you sure you want this?” you ask.
His silver eyes glow like Mercury rivers, cutting a straight path to you through the black.
“Because if you say yes, I won’t hold back.” Your thumb strokes his lower lip, smearing saliva along the puffy pink. “I’ll break you apart. I really will.”
His eyes fall half lidded, like some of the weight has been freed from his shoulders. Be rough, he wants to say something along those lines. I hate being treated gently. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
He licks at the tip of your thumb before sucking you into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out, and he hums down your finger until you feel the vibrations in your bones.
He lets your thumb free and shifts, remembering his wrists crossed above his head and latched onto the headboard. “I can take it,” he exhales. “Don’t hold back. Please.”
I need you to not hold back. I need to not be burden.
So, you don’t. You slide your fingers back inside him, smirking at the keening sound that ruptures low in his throat. You take him into your hand. You work him relentlessly toward the edge, right where he belongs, and you hold him there until he’s squirming and his soles are digging into the comforter, wrecking the entire bed.
He simultaneously bears down on your fingers and twitches away, bombarded by too much. Too much stimulation, too much exposure. He’s like a raw nerve poking out and being abused by the careless world around him, and you’re the only one who stands to protect him from everything and everyone else nearby.
He whines and cries out, pressing his legs together, but your hand continues to pump him, wanting every last drop, wanting him to make another mess.
“Are you going to cum again, Lev’?” He’s getting tense, so you know he is.
He curses as he reaches his peak, warm slick coating your knuckles in a pearly white. He clamps down on your fingers from behind, his body shuddering, trying to find any relief from the relentless squeeze of your hand around his cock.
“It’s… Fuck, it’s too much,” he gasps, drawing in a breath like a shard of ice.
“You can take it.”
God, yes, he can.
“Stop hiding your face.”
Levi grunts, disobeying; but you release him in favor of grabbing his chin with sticky fingers and turning his head toward you.
His cheeks are wet with tears, bright red, snot smeared on his Cupid’s bow and spit in the corners of his mouth. His lower lip trembles, breaths loud and labored.
“So pretty,” you murmur, the only gentleness you’ve offered all night. He would hate it if he knew he didn’t want it so badly, deep down.
“Kiss,” he whispers.
“You want a kiss?”
He nods, and you oblige him. Your mouth is pure softness, your tongue delving past his teeth. There’s some saltiness from earlier, but there’s also mint from your toothpaste. He tries to keep up with your thoroughness. He tries to take your breath away with the kiss the same way you do, but he’s not as good.
He chokes on a breath and strains for you when you pull away, the ropes reminding him of his place.
Your fingertips teasing his entrance causes all of his complaints to fizzle away.
“I think you’re loose enough to take me, now,” you murmur.
Then your fingers are replaced with familiar silicone. The dome-shape presses into him, not entering, only taunting him over what he could have if he was good enough for it.
Your hands glide up and down his torso, squeezing the small divot in his waist before admiring the curve of his hip. Your hand coasts back up so your thumb can flick over his nipple. He stiffens then goes slack all over.
“Do you deserve it?” you ask. “Do you deserve to have my cock inside you?”
The ropes above him twist as he rolls almost entirely onto his stomach. He pushes his ass up into the air like an offering.
His willingness makes you smile, but it’s not all that you want from him.
“Levi,” your voice comes out stern. You press the very tip against his rim, still not indulging him. His fingers curl into the sheets. “I want you to say yes.”
“Yes,” he bites out.
You grab his ass and spread him open, watching the fake cock slide back and forth between the ample skin. You spit, your eyes glowing as the wetness seeps down, lubricating him.
“Don’t be like that. Speak like an adult, or are you fucking brainless already?”
He gasps. “I-I deserve to have your cock.” His face burns.
“Say that you’re a good boy.”
He chews on his lip and rubs his forehead against his arm. Slowly, you begin to push into him, his entire body surging with renewed life.
“Come on, baby. I’ve given you a taste. Let me hear you say it,” you nearly beg as you hold yourself an inch inside him.
“I’m… I’m a good boy,” he whispers, the words sounding foreign coming from him.
“Say you’re perfect.”
Levi moans, his cock drooling onto the sheets, his hair sticking to his face. The moan breaks and turns into a sob when you slide all the way in.
“Say it.”
His head hangs.
“I can’t. I can’t,” he cries.
You grab the swells of his hips, your fingertips pinching the fair skin, turning it an angry red, then you begin to thrust. His back bends into an arch, and you watch as you disappear inside of him, over and over, until his thighs are shaking.
“Yes, you can. Say it, Levi. Tell me how perfect you are, and I won’t stop.”
You pound into him, relishing in his compact, beautifully crafted form, and how every inch of it belongs to you.
“It’s okay,” you murmur. “Nothing bad will happen if you say it.”
It comes out a broken whisper, “I’m perfect.”
You reach beneath him and grab his cock, hard in your hand, wet from cum and arousal. You smile at him, sneaking a glance at half of his face and his expression.
“Louder. Let me hear you.”
“I-I’m perfect,” he says again for you.
You nearly moan. You pull out of him and flip him onto his back, but before he can fuss over the emptiness, you’re pushing inside of him in one fell swoop. His body goes rigid, chin jutting into the air, carved muscles rippling as the pleasure cuts him open.
The tears slide out of his eyes, soaking his temples and his hair.
Your palm drags up and down his stomach, rubbing over his chest until your palm finds a comfortable perch at his throat. Carefully, you clamp down on either side, watching any last semblance of rationality melt from his eyes with a few more blistering tears.
“Perfect,” you echo. “You’re fucking perfect.”
His mouth parts, and you squeeze his throat tighter, grinning as he makes another mess of himself.
tw: SMUT, MDNI, Oral!male receiving, vaginal penetration, prostate stimulation, prostate orgasm, milking, subby!Levi, mild language (It's Levi so...)
wc: 2900
Just Y/N worshipping Levi's pretty dick (because Levi deserves the best orgasms)
“Relax, my Honeybun, tonight is all about you.” You cooed, slipping his shirt off his arms and tossing it away to join the hill of your clothes piling on the floor. The breeze that wafted into the room caressed your skin like a silken veil. You were completely naked, kneeling by his side, buttocks resting on your heels. Your messy hair framed your face and made you look like a goddess, with plump, juicy lips and radiant skin.
Levi drank your image, letting his favorite drug intoxicate him. With you he could let his guard down and let himself be carried away by the sensations your body evoked in his.
You were the tea in the morning, you were the stars and the moon. You were mulled wine on a winter night. You were a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven; a saunter through the sunflower fields. You were all the pretty things in the world, and though he felt a fool to think of such corny things; what could he do to face a smitten heart that had surrendered to you?
Your fingers roamed over his perfectly-sculpted torso, impelling his muscles to shudder under your dazzling touch as if for the first time. There were things that would never change. You bit your lower lip, eyes flickering with greed and love as your scorching touches burned his flesh like molten caramel. A painful, luscious torture.
“You’re so beautiful,” you uttered. Your gaze met his and you flashed him a naughty smile. He could see the craving in your eyes, as if he were a chocolate filled with caramel that you were about to devour.
And yes, you would savor every bite.
His fingers brushed your temple as he tucked your hair behind your ear, but an unruly lock refused. He curled it around his finger, twiddling idly as he held your dull gaze. A fleeting touch was all he needed to send jolts of lust down your center. You were soaking wet with desire, desire for him. Your body ached to take him all.
You were like a tracker exploring his body for gold. Mapping his skin. Folding his arms beneath his head; he put up no resistance to the looting. He was all yours.
Your incessant hands descended, stroking that masculine V, that pointed down to what you cherished the most, disappearing under his briefs. His head lulled from side to side, as he hummed, his eyes sketching your features. When Levi felt your fingers anchored in the elastic, he lifted his hips, and with one swift movement, you tugged his bottoms down. Whisking his thick, solid thighs, you continued slipping off that meddlesome piece of fabric. Once tangled at his feet, he kicked it off the bed.
His beautiful cock bounced free from its confinements, the pinkish, throbbing head skimming lightly on his lower belly. With your thumb and your forefinger, you peel down the supple skin that encased his hardness, eliciting a breathy moan from him. The tip of your tongue lingers over your lips as you leaned closer to your trophy, planting a delicate kiss on the café-au-lait freckle-like spot beneath his shaft.
“I want to pamper this pretty cock.” You purred, nuzzling your cheek against his length, pressing gentle kisses on the base and his balls.
“You like– Ah!” A gasp meandered out of his mouth as you swept your tongue over the tip. “You like it that much, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm” Your mouth hovered the head, and you exhaled, letting your warm breath enfold him. Levi moaned, and his muscles clenched.
You wrapped your hand around it; glanced at him, then back at it, smirking. “It makes me happy,” You rubbed the glistening tip over your face, then moistened it with your tongue and prodded lightly the tiny hole with your thumb. The mattress sank between his legs as you settled your elbow, and you propped your head on your hand. “You’re just extra that comes with it.”
“And you’re a fucking hole with nice tits and pretty eyes.” He retorted, amusement tugging up one corner of his lips.
You blanked your eyes, and squeezed him tighter, tearing out a sweet moan from him. “You’re so romantic, Levi.” You blurted, shaking your head, and let go off him.
“Did I offend you, sweetheart? I try to be polite with you, but you make it difficult for me.” He reached out and ruffled your hair. You seized his hand and sat up, swinging a leg over his hips and straddled him, hunching forward until your breath fanned over his mouth. Your hands plunged onto the quilt on either side of his face.
“Now am I at fault?” You raised a brow.
His warm hand found your face, stroking fondly your cheek. “You make me go out of control,” he muttered.
“Don’t inhibit yourself, then.” You brushed your fingertips over his nose and traced the bridge up to his brows. Levi closed his eyes and you continued to draw his eyebrows, and cheeks, the curve of his lips and chin. He smiled and looked up at you.
“You know what I want?”
“What?”
“Fucking you until you forget your name, and you’re dying for me. I want to look at your face as you come, and kiss you on the lips, dying for you.” His sultry voice rippled from your ears down to your core, unleashing a whirlwind of desire that swirled vehemently between your legs.
“You should be a poet.” Your breath whisked over his mouth, and you caught his lips in a honeyed, fugacious kiss.
“They’d cancelled me.”
“Romance is overrated. Getting fucked against the wall has its charm.”
“That suits me better.” He looked at you with a lopsided smile plastered on his face, casting that cheeky halo that made your stomach shrink. "If we could reincarnate into something, I'd like us to be cats, to spend seven lifetimes with you."
“You don’t even believe in that... but we could cuddle and purr, and eat until we get chubby, and fuck... and so on every day. That’d be a great life." Your lips traced a ticklish path of kisses along his jawline, nibbling on his earlobe; your agitated breathing reverberated in his ear, pricking up the tiny hairs on his nape. You assaulted his neck with caresses, nipping and sucking that spot that vibrated with his racing pulse, your teeth faintly sinking into his heated flesh; his breath whooshing out of his parted lips in staggered puffs.
You continued your way down, running your tongue on his collarbones, leaving wet kisses on his sternum and beset his nipples, assaulting one in your mouth while tweaking the other hardened, teeny bud between your fingers. You rolled your hips against him, your slick folds gliding smoothly over his length, dousing it in your arousal. Your clit rejoiced in the bristling friction his purplish throbbing veins educed, and all your blood surged hot through you, garnering in your aching nub, causing it to swell in need.
Between gasps and pants, a lewd moan wrung out of his lips, composing a harmonic melody with your own mellow sounds.
His eyes were shut; mouth slacked opened.
You crawled down, whining at the dwindling sensation, and kneeled between his legs.
His muscles quivered under your mouth as you strode down to his navel, a velvety billow of heat roiled throughout his core. You swept your tongue along the trail of hair that stretched from his pelvis, thwarting up to his belly button.
Through the drowsiness, his eyes drifted to you, and the mere image fetched an intense tingling in his lower belly.
“You’re all mine, Levi. All mine.” Your voice slurred amid smooching sounds as you peppered in kisses his inner thighs. “I’ll gouge out the eyes of any whore who stares hungrily at you.”
A feeble chuckle fell from his lips, and your ravenous eyes bumped into his.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”
“And you’re so fuckable.” You planted a peck in the middle of his balls. “See, I’m romantic too.”
Hovering over him, your mouth grazed his as you fondled his glistening cock with firm, tight strokes, and an antsy moan enmeshed in the kiss. “I’ll milk you dry, honeybun.” You spat on him, the wad of saliva coated his parted lips, and you wiped it off with your thumb.
“You nasty little slut.” His voice slipped coarse, scraping your mouth. His hand sneaked behind your neck, and dragged you toward him, abrading your lips in a rough and messy, teeth-clinking kiss. Struggling to breathe, you tightened your grip around his length, and next second, you were free.
Panting, you watched him through the daze, and smirked, then leaned forward, scattering kisses on his flexing biceps as he tucked his arms under his head. More and more caresses were stamped on his abdomen.
Again, you settled between his legs and bent over, taking him all in a single, resolved blow. His legs tensed, and his toes curled as bolts of ecstasy crashed over him. He watched his cock slide in and out your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around it. You worshiped him with every bob of your head, showing how hungry you were for him. You hummed and hollowed your cheeks, sending shivers down his shaft, dashing through his legs. Hissing, his head turned to the side, squeezing his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling wildly, and his fingers dug into the sheets, color draining off his knuckles. You gagged as the tip of his dick poked the back of your throat.
With one hand you massaged his testicles, the right one slightly larger than the other, and they tightened up to his body. His hips jiggled violently, foreboding his peak, and you pressed a finger beneath his ball sack, bobbing your head faster, taking him to the moon.
“Shitfuckshitfuck...” His legs parted wider instinctively and his head tipped back, his Adam’s apple in full display, as a raw grunt wrenched out of his chest. His hips jostled in rhythm with the strands of his seed spurting into your mouth. Dented lines drew along his outer thighs.
You let his cock pop out of your mouth and found his murky eyes boring back to you. You swiped off the bead of cum that peeked out from the corner of your lips, and brushed it off with your tongue. You wouldn’t waste a single drop.
His hair clung to his burnished forehead, tiny puffs of air whizzed off his dewy lips, his cheeks swollen in a glow pink.
Clambering over him, you stole a kiss from his worn out, trembling lips, and without warning, your clenching pussy swallowed him in one, pitiless swoop. His harsh cry pierced in the room, weaving with your moans.
“Fuck Y/N! What the–” A stifled cry dangled from his lips as you rode his oversensitive cock, splaying your hands over his chest.
“I’ll be gentler this time.”
His length disappeared and reappeared between your legs. “C’mere.” You mumbled and grabbed his wrists to pull him up. “I wanna kiss you while we make love.” Your mouths met again in an intimate, searing, passionate kiss. Your arms draped around his neck, and his hands settled on your hips, dipping his fingers in the tender flesh, keeping that steady, sensual pace.
You sucked him to the base, his balls bumping against your ass and his prickling hairs tickled your smooth cleft. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his soft gasps melting in your skin as he relished in the swaddling warmth. You were taking him so well, your bodies perfectly crafted for each other, and the light tingles of pleasure, soon grew into a thunderstorm, tearing apart every tinge of sanity left in you. Your gummy walls fluttered around him as he thrust from under you, and you imbibed all his dense, warm load.
Breathing hard, you rested your forehead on his as you both rode down from your peaks. “Levi...” You rubbed your nose on his cheek, your eyes half opened. Your bodies quenched the thirst in each other’s sweat.
“Love you...” Your voice caressed his temple as you smother his face in nonstop kisses. If you could eat him in kisses, there would be no trace of him left.
“Love you too, he said, cupping your face in his hands. He gnaws on your bottom lip, pulling and releasing, and coming back for it.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I trust you.”
You scanned his face for any hint of regret. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”
Levi had always been the dominant one in the relationship, and you love it when he takes control. He’s a great lover, and when he comes to you, his appetite is sometimes more that you can handle. It’s as if he carries along a limitless source of stamina, but you loved it. Who else could make you come more than six times in one night? Sometimes a few more rounds before your body waves the white flag.
When you cautiously suggested the idea, aversion and reluctance crept across his eyes. You dropped the topic for a while until he picked it up one of his sleepless nights. You were quietly sleeping by his side as his eyes were stuck on the ceiling, his fingers tapping his sternum when he it spewed of his mouth.
Lulled into a state of drowsiness, you smiled, curling up against his frame, and planted a peck on his cheek. He had avoided it for a long time because of the vulnerability it requires and the feeling of being submissive; on the other hand, he didn’t want to deny himself the fervid intimacy and the intense sensations that this practice could entail.
As you fetched the lube from the nightstand drawer, Levi lay on his side leaving in plain sight the rippled muscles on his back, the strap bruises and the scars etched in his skin. He had to be illegal.
You sat on your knees behind him and leaned forward, delineating the outline of his ear. “Breath in and relax,” you crooned, embracing him by the fruity tone of your voice.
You tucked your hair behind your ear, and sliding your hand under his thigh, you brought his leg toward his chest. You were also consumed by nerves. You had visited the medical aisle of Trost's main library, as well as the +18 section, a dark corner that stored the bawdiest secrets of humanity, and very well preserved indeed.
You would cut your hand off if you hurt him.
A good wad of lube squirted onto your palm, and you smeared it over your index and middle fingers and let them drift down, stroking along the perineum, experimenting with different paces and pressures, swirling around the most private spot. Levi flinch and let out a jittery sigh of pleasure and surprise as you began to slide your forefinger in his interior. His body tensed up and you stopped at the first knuckle. Your idle hand gently rocked his half-hardened length, that soon after, began to swell in your clasp. “Let me know if I do anything wrong.”
Levi closed his eyes, and nestled his face deeper into the downy pillow. “You won’t.” He breathed and his voice was suffocated on the cotton weave. “Go slow.” He adjusted and relaxed, and you took him to the middle knuckle, halting when he groaned. Heaving and sweating and trembling. You granted him a few minutes to adapt. It didn’t take long to find the swollen fleshy tissue and started to shift from curling your finger in a ‘come here’ motion to drawing little circles, working each lobe, and changing the pressure and speed, wringing out a string of gasps and moans of him.
He turned his face by a fraction seeking air. “Y/N! Oh Fu–” he chanted, unable to put more than two words together. Panting and squirming under your touch, he clamped his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
You continued jabbing his prostate, pumping his reddened length at the same time, pulsing veins at full display.
Babbling nonsense, and eyes rolled into the back of his head, a thread of saliva dripped out of his parted lips, smearing on his cheek. A chuckled fell from your mouth at the mess he was causing.
He was shuddering, no, convulsing involuntarily. A thin, milky fluid oozed out from his cockhead, accompanied by a delightful tingling on his hole. The sheets slithered through his fingers as the lightning sensation pierced frenziedly through him from head to toe, his heart battering between his chest and back, threatening to breach his ribcage. A cry wreathed in euphoria deluged the room.
You eased your finger free and lay down behind him, your breasts pressed on his back, and wrapped your arm around him, leaving kisses on the back of his head. Dizzy for a long minute afterward, he breathed himself out slowly coming down from the unparalleled, internal explosion of pleasure.
“Are you alright?” He felt your fingers skimming lightly over his abs, your voice fanning against his temple.
He hummed in response, finding your hand and interlacing your fingers.
“We could try again another time. If you want to.” You murmured.
“Yeah...”
You flung the covers and cocooned under the blankets.
“I love you, Levi.”
An ‘I love you, too.’ coiled in the tip of his tongue.
Uncontrollably adding to the Princess Levi / Daddy thing we have going on tonight. You can blame @leyyvi for this little drabble.
Tw: Mommy kink, Daddy kink, ass eating, subby Levi
Levi lies in front of you, trembling on his knees, face down into the mattress. Struggling to maintain his grip on his own cheeks, displaying himself at your command. Swirling your tongue around the puckered hole, you listen to him whine at the teasing circles. It twitches, throbbing against the press of your hot tongue. You can see the soft curve of his pretty balls twitch and shift in his pleasure.
His cock bobs in your firm grasp, the dark pink tip dripping silvery fluid with each stroke. It’s practically gushing from the twitching tip, small droplets flying to dirty the bedsheets below. You set a slow pace, not giving him the speed he so desperately needs.
Desperate for friction, his hips jolt, rubbing his cock into your palm. Stilling your hand in response, he whimpers when you tighten your grip around the base. He knows he’s not allowed to thrust.
“Mommy.” You can only imagine the flush of his face, ears deep pink in his need. Teasing him further, you lap a firm wide stroke of your tongue along his twitching entrance.
“Ah ah, what did we talk about?”
“D..daddy.” The moniker warms you in a way your usual term doesn’t. It makes you feel strong.
“That’s it Princess.” He whines as you speed up your strokes to a rapid, frantic pace. Just how he likes it. As a reward, you finally press your tongue past the twitching ring of his entrance.
He chokes, whimpering and shuddering, at the swirling press of your tongue against his walls. You feel him twitch against the hot press of the muscle, hips jolting uncontrollably.
“Daddy please!” You decide against punishing him for the thrusts this time. He just sounds so cute, whimpering high pitched as he nears his peak.
He comes, shuddering with a loud whine. His twitching hole throbbing around your tongue in his climax. His reddened cock throbs in your grasp, the tip twitching as he releases hot ropes of seed onto the bed sheets.
