#and when i pull one more cliche and have him swipe melted ice cream from your lips then what. then what i fear

[miekasa]

the image of Levi chucking his index and thumb under your chin to gently push your jaw back in place — I am a whore, it’s just so hot 😩 he does it slowly too, holding your gaze the whole time. you can’t help but get all hot and bothered. like you’re flustered as hell on top of discovering how loaded your friend-to-lover actually is, and of course he doesn’t have an explanation or words for it 🙄 just lets you take it all in and then ask 🙄

penthouse pool date though, Mie, you genius. it’s a private pool too. cozy. so it may be outdoors, but Levi is as clingy and as touchy as he is in private. hey, y’all are alone anyway, he’s gonna savor it, especially when it gets you riled up. there’s a jacuzzi on the side too, and well, just say you both loose track of time and end up a little bit wrinkly 😌 he’s cooking a late dinner of course, chucks your phone onto the sofa (affectionately) when you say you could just browse UberEats. him cooking is a delectable sight though, sigh 😌

He’s so... he knows what he’s doing, but then again does he truly understand what he’s doing... he does everything with such ease, it seems so natural, maybe this is just how he is with everybody. But, yeah, he’s gonna be so touchy the entire time, even if his movements are physically light—a hand brushing past your wrist, carefully maneuvering you by your elbow when you stop and stare at something for too long (you have a whole house tour to complete, after all)—his touch feels heavy, weighted, and very purposeful.

Of course he’s cooking a late dinner, and of course he spoons a taste of the sauce into your mouth, gently demanding to know your opinion; swears he won’t be offended if you tell him it needs something, the point is for him to tailor it to your taste after all. Doesn’t let you help out much other than that though, he emphasizes that you are his guest, and this is his treat to you; and watching him maneuver around his kitchen is a treat, indeed.

You try to be somewhat of a good house guest, offer to go pick up ice cream or a pastry from whatever bakery is still open—because he sprung this whole thing on you and you didn’t get to prepare any sort of housewarming gift—but he clicks his teeth, throws your phone to the side for a second time. You protest while he walks back to the kitchen, but your words fall on deaf ears, and just when you’re about to fish your phone yourself, his chivalry be damned, you realize that he’s pulling an ice cream machine from his cupboard of appliances. You almost think you’re mistaken, until you hear his calling to you, back turned as he opens his fridge and inquires, “Strawberry or peach?”

#anonymous #the swiftness with which i am going to suck his dick its unmatched. it's unreal. it's unfathomable #ice cream from scratch in under 20 mins like this is an episode of chopped im SICK #when u eat the ice cream and realize it tastes just like some he'd brought you some time ago and it clicks #that he never bought that ice cream he made it. he made it for you and didnt even mention it #and when i pull one more cliche and have him swipe melted ice cream from your lips then what. then what i fear #levi.ask #bc you guys are dating and it's official but it still feels a lot like your friendship but the entire duration of this night.... #you could swear hes hinting at something More........ or maybe hes just being nice again he was nice and generous before so whats the truth #levi x reader