pairing: Levi Ackerman x brat reader
tags: established relationship, brat taming, Levi x female reader, cunnilingus, profanity, mdni, modern au
a/n: idk what I'm doing this is my first time writing something I actually planned on posting, so naturally of course, I jumped straight into writing smut 😭 being a ho is all i know
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There were a few things in life that were absolutely guaranteed.
Taxes, death, traffic in New York City, and your boyfriend Levi Ackerman handling your attitude when he got sick of you running your mouth and stomping around your shared apartment when you were in a mood.
It was sweltering hot outside, you were exhausted, you stepped in a mysterious puddle in your favorite shoes, and yes it soaked through and got your sock wet. the coffee you waited 30 minutes for, trying to make yourself feel better, was garbage. you could tell it would be, the color was all wrong but you were late for work so you didn't say anything.
Speaking of work, you missed a deadline that made you look incompetent, and many more events that followed afterwards that all piled up on-top of one another, all making your day feel heavy and long
The biggest one, was lately being too busy to let your boyfriend have you. too many late nights sulking over your laptop and crashing at your desk instead of crawling into bed with Levi had left you feeling more frustrated than ever
So naturally you and him clashed. he had been trying to give you space which was the wrong thing to do in this circumstance, he came to that realization on his way to work this morning. space was the last thing you needed
You and him bickered back and forth all morning, he tried to apologize over text while you were on your way to work, and he was on the way to his own job. you ignored his text all day, including the next text he sent asking if you wanted him to bring you lunch.
He brought it anyways, leaving it at your desk for you to find while you were in a “meeting”. what it actually was, was a mildly directed-at-you office wide scolding in the break room about meeting deadlines, getting to work on-time and “looking presentable and awake.”
Your asshole of a boss didn't call you out by name, but you and everyone in that room knew he was talking about you. the ditzy new hire that was so excited when she started this job, but was now the most underperforming and over stressed employee they had. you tried your best but it just wasn't always enough for a job as high paced as the one you had
When you got home, your mood had only worsened. you were practically burning up with unmet need and the underlying desire to relax, it was practically rolling off of you in waves. Levi got home around an hour after you did. when he did, it didn't take long before your ever present attitude bubbled over.
It took one single eye roll for you to meet your fate on that black leather sectional couch, that was it. Levi had been tolerating this for weeks now and he was done.
Levi grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, “look at me-“ he said, fitting himself between your knees and pressing into you with his body weight, you stubbornly tried to avoid eye contact by turning your head to the side which just got your jaw grabbed.
His hands smelled clean, like the vanilla soap on the kitchen counter of the apartment the two of you had been sharing for almost a year. he was so close, his body pressed against yours in a way that had your stress already melting under the pressure of him
He turned your head to make you look at him, giving you little choice in the matter “why have you been so fuckin moody lately?” he asked, as blunt and upfront as ever. “Nothin’” you said, your words slightly muffled from his grip on your face. you were still being stubborn and petty. he squinted his eyes at you and squeezed your face a little more firmly “so now you’re lyin’ to me too? what’s gotten into you?” He asked, his patience for this dwindling by the second
“oh my god you're being so annoying get off of me” You said to him, even though it was the last thing you wanted. of course, Levi didn't move a single inch. if anything he leaned in closer
“tell. me. whats. wrong. I'm not playing these shitty guessing games with you, brat. if i did something wrong, tell me. if you just need my attention, tell me.” He spoke in a sharp tone, leaving you no physical or verbal wiggling room.
The way your face turned red told him everything he needed to know about what you wanted, but he was sick of you rage baiting him into a reaction, instead of just asking. so he was gonna make you say it out-loud
“I'm waiting, brat. I'm a lot of fuckin things but I'm not a mind reader. use your words, jus’ like you've been using them to cuss me out all week” he said to you, pressing closer to your core, clothes separating the two of you “i.. want you. ugh fuck are you happy now?” you snapped at him, embarrassed and red in the face. as much shit as you talk to him, you were rather shy when it came to initiating and asking for things.
“ecstatic, now take these off so i can fix that shitty attitude of yours” He said, already going to untie the pajama shorts you had been wearing. they were cute, silky green, soft, a recent present from Levi, but right now they were in his way, so they had to go. you lifted your hips up, helping him despite the scowl on your face
“no underwear huh? you were begging for it for sure” He said, gazing at your bare thighs and pussy. there was no pause or hesitation before he buried his face deep between your legs, one palm on your thigh rubbing and squeezing the soft smooth flesh while holding you open. the other was rested on your stomach, keeping you in one spot as he ravaged you with his mouth.
You felt the tension in your body melting into the couch as he worked your poor neglected body into a state of relaxation and pleasure.
There was nothing in Levi’s life he half assed. not his job, not his work outs, not any of his routines, and especially not you. he ate you out with devotion people dreamed about a partner having, drinking away your stress and bad mood. emptying the irritating thoughts out of your head and leaving nothing but space for him to take up.
He pulled his mouth away from your clit for a brief moment, replacing it with the pad of his thumb. “This what you been acting up for, brat?” He asked you, his thumb working in a maddeningly consistent circular pattern across your needy bundle of nerves. you desperately shook your head yes, and he responded by stopping his thumb, putting pressure on your clit but not moving, eliciting a sharp whine of frustration from you
“Use your words, pretty girl”
He spoke firmly, looking up at you from his knelt position in-front of the couch. “f..fuck you” you replied stubbornly, he brought his hand down on your pussy, not too hard but enough to make you yelp “wrong answer. you must not want it bad enough” his words teased as he slowly rubbed the spot he had just slapped, watching you squirm. your body was humming with need and irritation, knowing this was his way of getting back at you when you had been acting difficult
“oh my god why are you like this!” you exclaimed with your head falling back against the couch pillow in frustration. “because, you don't get to run that damn mouth all week and then go quiet when i finally get my hands on you. you're gonna beg for it with the same energy you had when you were calling me a bitch earlier”
He said, you tried to say something back but the words died in your throat. he delivered a devastating lick to your center, before pulling away again
“ugh fine! yes this is what i needed god- please don't stop” you whined, feeling the heat rush to your face “so you are capable of listening, good girl” he said tauntingly before he dove back in, this time his fingers joining him as he worked two of them into you, making you gasp and grab at the couch underneath the two of you.
He never was the gentle touches type, not unless you asked for it like that. at his own pace, he didn't hold back. his touch was firm and straight to work when it came to making you feel good.
He kept going until he felt you pushing at his head, pushing him away from you. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at you, admiring how beautiful you looked when you were laid out recovering from him. He got up on the couch and leaned back beside you, untying the black sweat pants he had put on after his post work shower
They were were pushed down to the middle of his thighs along with his boxers, followed by him pulling you up into his lap with your thighs straddling his. “Take what you need, dramatic ass brat. always getting so worked up and never asking for help” He said from under you.
He could tell he was right, by the way you didn't even argue with him. You just positioned yourself over his dick and did exactly what he told you for once, and took what you needed. no dramatic quip about anything, no smart ass comment, just straight to riding him at the exact pace you needed.
you couldn't control the sounds escaping from your lips, and knew you guys were on your 4th noise complaint from sex of the year, so you leaned in and buried your gasps and whines in his neck, your lips attaching to his soft pale skin leaving hickey’s you knew he was gonna fuss at you about in the morning.
your hips didn't stop once, riding him like every thrust was chipping away at your worries and stress. He was in such state of pleasure he didn't even clock that you were adorning his throat with hickey’s until you were on your second one, he grabbed your hair and pulled you back
“tch- f..fuckin brat always marking me up knowing i gotta work tomorrow” He groaned, before he grabbed your hips and delivered a series of punishing upward thrusts into you
“hah- didn't mean too!! s..slow down!” You whined, grabbing at his abdomen trying to slow him down yourself. “nah, you meant to. and now you're in trouble,“ He said, before flipping you onto your back, that slightly irritated but mostly horny look in his eyes that said you were about to get put through the wringer. the only look in your eyes was one of want and need
he pushed your legs back into a borderline criminal mating press, both of your legs over his left shoulder while he leaned in from the right and gave you an even bigger hickey than the one you gave him. with his free hand, he lined himself up with your dripping wet slit and buried himself to the hilt in it
The second his lips touched your neck while he was bottoming out in you, you fell apart. it was a secret weapon of his. within seconds he felt your walls lock in around him, making his entire body light up. “Shit-“ he hissed under his breath, fucking you through it as your walls milked him. You were grasping at his arms and crying out as he kept the same pace, ruining you to tears on that couch.
“aww, you okay?” he teased, leaning in as he slowed down for you. “want me to stop?” he followed up, always putting your consent ahead of whatever mood he was in.
“n..noo..need moree” You whined, opening your eyes coming down from your recent orgasm. your entire body was relaxing under his hands
“my girl must have been suuuper worked up. you gettin’ what you needed brat?” He looked down at you, his thumb returning to your clit rubbing it slowly but firmly, all the while still stroking deep into you. “yesss please L..Levi need moree” you whined into the crook of his neck, your knees practically folded into your throat as he pressed his flushed and hard dick all the way into you. you were already feeling drunk off of him, your head growing more and more empty by the moment. no more embarrassment making you shy, you had no problem asking for it when he was actively fucking it out of you
then, he started speeding up. he wrapped one arm around your soft legs, which were still pressed together over his shoulder, and folded close to your chest as he ruined you harder and faster. his other hand, was lovingly resting on the side of your face, cradling your cheek and making you look down at the sight of him driving into you.
The sounds of him taking care of his woman were echoing through the clean and quiet apartment, sure to be mentioned in a noise complaint by noon tomorrow, but for now they were the only sounds either of you wanted to to hear. The all familiar sound of slapping, heavy breathing and whining that meant somebody in that building was getting fucked, and it wouldn’t take any investigation to know it was apartment 14.
“shhh brat, whole worlds gonna hear me ruining you” He said in her ear while making absolutely no attempt to stop your whining. He didn't give a shit if the neighbors heard, he spent all day listening to them. their dogs, their heavy ass foot steps, their arguments.
“c..cant- hmmf fuck l..levi im about to-“ you were cut off by your own orgasm, it knocking the wind out of you. He was getting close too, the second you started gripping him like that he was finished. when he came, he was buried deep inside you with his face buried in the crook of your sensitive neck, placing kisses all over it as you came down, your body worn out, exhausted, and buzzing with residual pleasure.
once he slowly pulled out of you, he instinctively reached for his discarded T-shirt and used it to clean you up. you were both so exhausted, you and him fell asleep right there on the couch. your last words were “mmf im so sleepy- ‘night” before you passed out
He grabbed a nearby blanket, threw it over you and pulled you close, your back against his chest. you always fell asleep first. especially when he had you worn out and in his arms. He placed a soft kiss to your temple, before he fell asleep right behind you.
in the morning, Levi woke up to a noise complaint and 2 hickey’s on his neck, but his girl was sleeping peacefully on her first day off all week so he didn't dare say a word about it.
