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chosos-mascara · 5 months

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sired

𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - levi is just a regular at your coffee shop - until you're bleeding out, with no other option than to see the true beast he is.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - vampire levi x reader, reader is turned, reader is attacked (not by levi), blood, biting, general vampire stuff, make-out, sex, cunnilingus, spit swallowing and swapping

4.5k words, yes i am reusing this photo of him cuz he's pretty

In this life, blood had run through vein to be taken from others.

Of course, there had been the weight of guilt to burden the shoulder of those who'd drank the life from another, though within the rise of an undead plague, they had began to drink it without regard of memories, pain or pleasure.

Levi had done the latter; decades spent underground to prey on those in the shadows, brain riddled with disgusting memories of the past. Erwin had drawn him from this hole and with that, a new life had been birthed. Though, even with a clean slate, ghosts had still remained.

These hauntings of the past had brought Levi to a simple life, one with routine, and control. An example of this would be his morning tea, always taken from the same shop, with his arrival and departure time as precise as each day would allow. Unfortunately, with a difference in this very schedule, Levi had been six hours late to his local coffee shop, seeing a shift change and new faces.

You hadn't met the man before you - you were sure of that. Though, when staring into the grey eyes on the other side of the counter, there had been something so hauntingly familiar - or was he just undeniably mesmerising? There had been an unforgiving and all-encompassing pull toward the stranger; one that had felt both warm and frightening.

"Are you listening?" His voice pulled you from the depths of your daydreams, his face stern and brow furrowed. You cleared your throat, glancing down to your idle finger hovering over the till. "I'm sorry, sir." An apology had left your lips before a shaking breath, though his abrasive tone would cast your words aside. "As I said, an earl grey -" He cut himself short with the shake of his head. "And, for the love of God, make sure the water is boiling."

His narrow lips relaxed into a down-turned expression, eyes mulling you over once, and then twice.

"Did you get that, or do I need to go elsewhere?"

You blink, lips parting before nodding a response. "Y-yeah." Now trembling, your fingers wrap around a white cup, the other hand moving to grasp a maker pen, though stopping short of the cardboard. "What's the name?" "Levi."

Levi had walked toward the collection counter, one arm crossing over the other, his sight set on your clumsy handwriting and uneasy grip. Earl grey, boiling water. You repeated the order to yourself as if a mantra, a tea bag plucked from box, the cup placed beneath the boiler spout. You checked the temperature dial before pouring, allowing the scolding liquid to fill his cup to almost brim, a plastic lid and cardboard sleeve placed over top.

Within a few moments, the tea had been placed on worktop, a pale hand moving to take the drink to palm.

He didn't thank you before leaving, though with his previous demeanour, you hadn't expected him to.

When Levi had returned days later with the same request, your heart began to beat slightly faster, excitement in vein. The bell had chimed, your eyes moving from the tray of cakes under glass to greet your new customer - and there he'd stood.

As he made his way toward you, you allowed yourself to wonder if he'd returned due to an appreciation of your brew... though with the same hollow stare and frown over lip, you began to assume this shop was more for convenience than a means for enjoyment.

Just as before, Levi stood with arms crossed and expression cold, and when you'd pushed the cup toward him, he simply turned on heel and left. A sigh escapes you as the weight on your chest suddenly alleviates.

"The weather's nice, isn't it?"

Your attempt at small talk felt miserable, and with his grey eyes withdrawing from yours to land over countertop, you had mentally slapped yourself. This would be another memory to plague your mind, with another sorry attempt at talking to an attractive customer.

His brow furrows as he looks to be in thought, before he finally speaks.

"I don't like the heat."

Your jaw slackens. For the first time in the past few weeks, the stranger had not just spoken instruction under a condescending tone, but had instead given a genuine answer to a question you had asked. The corner of Levi's mouth quirked upward at your shocked expression.

Locking up had gone well despite a few customers arriving on the minute of closing, with yourself rushing to clean machine and table. Money was counted, lights switched off, and key placed into lock before you would begin your journey home.

Street lights illuminated your path, your shadow cast beside you as each begrudgingly slow step brings you closer to your destination. Tinny earphones supply you with a soundtrack while your mind replays the images of you jumping into bed after a long day, sheets pulled to shoulder as you would close your eyes to rest.

The last stretch of road before your home drew closer, the concrete growing a little less clean and evened out when approaching your neighbourhood. A path you had ventured many times throughout both day and night, one you were sure you could navigate through a blindfold. You glance over the patches of grass among grey pavement, a few trees standing only slightly taller than yourself. In summer, they would bloom green leaves with wild flowers at their root, though on winter nights like this one, they would only shield the unknown.

A shadow slouches parallel to your path on the other side of the road, one with a presence you wouldn't recognise on first glance, though wouldn't yet alarm you. Seeing another at this time of night wasn't particularly unusual; a busy town on a Thursday evening had some form of nightlife, although when seeing the figure's odd gait, your feet did move slightly faster.

There was a hint of apprehension with your movements, though you had ultimately decided on keeping your gaze straight and arriving home with haste. It wouldn't be too much farther now, though when glancing over shoulder to see the emptiness of the other side of the road, dread filled you to core.

A sudden weight is born over your shoulder, a sharp pain in neck. Although you begin to thrash, a pair of arms hold you still, the sting of what felt to be a bite allows warmth to seep from your body, exhaustion dousing you.

At some point, you are freed enough to allow you to stumble forward, slumping toward pavement. Your hand flies to the wound on your neck, alarm rushing through you upon the realisation you were losing a lot of blood, fingers slipping around the puncture holes to be coated in crimson.

A numbness begins to spread through your body, a coldness enveloping you.

You lay back to the pavement, head turning to side as you try your best to press into the injury in attempts to stop the bleeding, though with your vision turning blurry, you weren't sure how effective your weakening grasp would be. Focusing your altered vision, you can make out two figures before you, one looking to be the same hooded shadow you'd seen across the road, the second having a recognisable silhouette, though you couldn't quite put your finger on where you'd seen that coat before, and the black slacks, perfectly tailored to meet ankle -

You had blinked only once, you'd felt sure of that. But, it looked as if minutes had passed before you, the two figures now separated, one left to only a heap on the floor. There was a presence beside you, and with racing heart, you turned to meet their view.

The stranger looks to be Levi, your crush from the shop, and over the ringing of your ears, it'd sounded a lot like him, too. Just as you'd fallen to unconsciousness, you could've sworn his eyes had changed from grey to red, two canines elongated to look much like the fangs of a vampire.

Heavy lids flutter between that of dream and reality as you stir, harsh pavement feeling much softer than you had remembered. Though as you came to, memory foam supporting your body, you were quick to realise that the warmth engulfing your body had not been that of cement floor, but a bed that hadn't felt much like your own.

With the cloud over your eyes fading, you set your sights on the plain ceiling above, with a slow drift down to the thick sheets draped over your person. Your scent had been the second to last sense to return - the smell of cedarwood and pine.

Your home had been many things, but none of these attributes had felt at all familiar. Not a spec of dust in sight, nor blemish... The only thing that had been certain was your confusion at the current situation, and paired with the jumbled events of the night prior, you had been left to wonder how you had ended up in such room.

And finally, you are graced with the sensation of pain.

Your neck throbbed, a tingling feeling to flow into vein, and perhaps the beginnings of a fever. There was a reluctance in your movements as your hand had made way to the wound, a withdrawal from the spot much before you'd come to cup it. Would the skin be mauled and tattered?

Memories flash before you - thick blood pooling over your neck, the sensation of all life leaving your body. You brace yourself as your fingers finally fly to the injury, though you are left to feel dissatisfied by the bandage covering the skin; a barrier to your true condition. Previous events are farthest from vivid, though in the midst of searching your mind, you find a fragment of certainty - the stranger from the coffee shop. Black hair left to fall over brow, concerned grey eyes turning to resemble that of beast with pointed fangs.

The wound throbbed as you remembered now, that taste of iron within your own mouth. How had that come to be?

As you sit upright, the room spins. Despite this, you allow a single leg to drop to the floor, followed shortly by the other, your weakened arms pushing from mattress to start your investigation. This home's walls had acted as your crutch as you'd moved to leave the bedroom, soon making it through the door, fingers still grazing plaster as you willingly make your way into the unknown.

The corridor is been clean, walls plain in colour with a few paintings mounted proudly. They look to be expensive, though you don't marvel, instead moving closer to an explanation.

"You're up."

The words jolt you to core, eyes widening in both shock and fear as you turn to look over your shoulder, Levi standing a mere few feet from your own trembling body. One glance over his lips cause your throat to constrict, a shallow gasp pushes from chest as you felt to lose your balance, falling down onto the floor.

You remember now, the fear you'd felt with a figure's teeth far into your throat, and how it had felt to have your very life drained from your soul. You saw how Levi had torn your attacker from your being, only to seat himself beside you as you'd felt close to taking your last few breaths - how sporadic they'd been.

He'd taken his own wrist to his mouth, a redness over lips as he'd pulled the appendage away only to force his mouth to yours, a red ambrosia forced over your tongue to douse your throat in burning liquid. You'd screamed against him, you'd thrashed and cried, though within only moments your eyes had felt heavy, the poison suddenly lulling you into security.

Levi despises the look you give him now, the horror and pain twisted in your face. It had been a look he'd seen few times before, though hadn't had to endure in a long while. He hadn't missed the fear he'd caused others.

"I won't hurt you." His arm raises as he takes a step toward your frightened body, voice timid. His hand reaches yours, ice cold skin wrapping over you to offer aid. Calming yourself, you stand.

"You can leave if you want." Your neck thrums as you stare at him, and if not for his sincere expression, you would have tested this offer. He squeezes gently over your fingers, mouth ajar. He knows you remember what he is, and what he'd done. You need an explanation.

"But... shit." Levi's eyes leave yours as he exhales. "There's something you need to know." You raise a brow, chest tightening. "What is it?" Anxiety courses through you as you retract your hand from his, moving it over your bandaged throat.

"The thing that bit you," There's a waver in his voice, and a change in tone. "He took a lot of blood, and you were close to dying." You nod apprehensively. "I had to feed you my own, but it's been a while so I didn't realise..." His eyes close. "You would have died, if I didn't-"

"I'm one of you?" Levi shifts uncomfortably before you, head tipping forward.

"Not just that - tch." He's unable to find another way to put it, but searches his mind in desperation for an answer. The situation pains him in many ways, yet the worst factor had to be the intimacy. Levi had managed to find his way around alone until now, and with this, everything may change.

"We - our kind... We can create bonds with others. One that can link two souls as one, or at least, sire two souls together. It means you can feel another person's presence at all times." At last, he raises his gaze from the floor, looking into your eyes. "You're now tethered to me."

The news sinks in slowly, butterflies within your stomach as you sense the connection he speaks of. There had been some hesitance too, but this had stemmed from the limited understanding of what this label would entail, and what this existence would involve. As you stared at him, you grew used to this sensation - the feeling of his soul. It felt cold and somewhat indistinct, but when you focused your mind to it, it was there.

"I feel different." The phrase resembled more of a whisper than a clear statement, and Levi had shared this uneasiness within himself, too. It hadn't just been this attachment, but your senses had felt heightened, sounds felt louder and colours felt brighter. As you peered over his face, drifting toward his neck, you could sense where his vein had been most open, where you want so desperately to sink your teeth.

"I do, too." Levi searches your eyes to find an answer he wasn't sure he'd find, with a step toward you. "I can feel your very being." As he edges closer, his hand outstretched, his fingers brush over your hair, finally skimming over your cheek.

You stare into him, and for a moment you feel yourself lean forward too, but it's as if reality takes its brittle hold over his heart, and he pulls away. "You need to eat." The statement weighs on you, and as he strides toward another room, you feel your body ache for his touch.

You aren't sure whether or not to follow him when he disappears, so you instead await his return, or further instruction. He reemerges not long after, a glass in hand. Only when he's closer do you notice the thickness of the glass, and the distinct red. It had been blood.

You take a step back, breath in your throat as he pushes the glass toward you. Although you try to fight, he places a hand to the back of your head, rendering you unable to move. The glass rim is forced to your lips, the blood pouring thickly to your tongue, and you have no other choice but to swallow.

It's bitter, and runs like honey down your throat, thick, and heavy. Despite your mental apprehension, your body reacts, gulping back the fluid with heavy eyes. When it's finished, you feel awfully satisfied.

"Was it... human?" Although you hadn't wanted to truly know, there was a need to ask. Relief seeped through you when he shook his head, sighing. "We source animal blood. It gets you through the day, but the hunger isn't satiated for long. You will feel a pull toward humans - you just have to fight the urge."

"What about other beings like us?"

Levi stirs, his expression souring. "It wouldn't quench thirst unless they had drank from a human. It's more of a... sexual act than one of hunger."

The skin of your chest feels hot as you watch his lips form the words, and images of intimacy with Levi plague your mind. You remember the distinctness of the blood he had fed to you fresh from wrist - the twang, and the warmth.

Moments pass by quickly as you move toward him, body acting much faster than the constraints of your mind. Imagery of his blood pooling over your tongue had flashed before your eyes as your lips met with the thick of his neck, face pulled into the crook and elongated teeth brushing the flesh.

Levi could have stopped you, your frame much weaker than his, but he'd held back to allow you a taste. He knew the hunger too well, and paired with the guilt he'd felt for turning you, he would allow you to take more than you should.

But, you pull back sooner than he'd anticipated, skin stained crimson with his blood. He couldn't stop himself from connecting himself with you, not when you'd worn his life so beautifully over your lips.

This kiss wasn't much like the last, with your half conscious state and his frantic attempts at saving you, it hadn't felt much of a meaningful moment. Now, here with you, his body connecting with your own and the taste of his own livelihood on your lips, Levi felt freed. Freed of this lonely existence, and free from the sorrow path he'd aligned himself upon.

His lips were cold, yet soft, slipping between your own to grow closer to you. With the initial movements there had been modesty and restraint, yet as you tasted more of him, passion had ignited.

Levi presses his tongue to yours, hand snaking to hold the back of your head and tilt you to reach deeper limits. He swiped himself over you, roaming your mouth to try his blood mingling with your taste.

As Levi found himself losing control against you, he held on tighter and kissed with more force and roughness - fangs clashing over yours when they find their way to scrape your bottom lip. The sensation pulls a timid hum from your chest and Levi groans in response, hardness pressing uncomfortably against his trouser as your own blood trickles into his mouth.

At some point, you end up against a wall, Levi leaning himself against you with need, unhinged rocks of hip to find friction against your clothed body. Pulling back breathlessly, his hand remains upon your cheek. "I can't control myself around you." His voice is smooth against your ear, lips grazing the skin of your cheek. "You don't have to." Your words are quiet but he hears them clearer than day, humming against you.

He takes a step back to regain composure, and you are left to look to him with doe eyes, a tightness in your chest with burning desire. Silently, Levi takes your hand, leading you back into the room you had awoken in not too long ago, stopping beside the bed. His hand runs from yours to trail over your arm, stopping at your shoulder.

"At least allow me to take you within a bed - I would have fucked you against that wall if you'd have let me."

Heat prickles your body at his words, though cool air soon meets warmth as he undresses you, discarding your clothes with his own over the floor before you're on the mattress beneath him.

Levi found it difficult to restrain himself from marking your skin, instead dragging teeth over neck, or flicking tongue to kiss flesh. Your fingers laced within his hair, gently tugging him back to your lips, kissing him with fervour. Saliva glides from your tongue to his, but he drinks it back as if depraved, intoxicated within your taste. You could feel his frenzied state worsening as he licks and nips over you, a clear need to have you in more ways than one. Blood had been a vampire's hunger, both in ways of food and passion, and you had wanted to play with fire.

"You can..." Your confidence fizzles quickly on tongue as you meet his eye, a new wave of anxiety washing over your body. Red irises stare back at you, though in sensing your unease, they slowly fade back to grey. "You can drink from me." The permission you grant to him is one rooted in edge, your muscles tensing when awaiting his reply.

A puff of air leaves his nose in what feels to be amusement. "You don't know what you're offering." There's a seriousness in his voice, led by his own reluctance. "I know you were thinking about it." A stillness warms the room as the statement leaves you.

He shakes his head, leaning forward to kiss you. This time, the movements are languid, a slow-moving pace to instead take time in roaming the mouth of the other. As fluid had been swapped between each tongue, it grows thicker, and a moan catches within your throat.

Fingertips had breached the hem of your underwear at a point in time you can't quite pin, but you permit the tugging of fabric to drag past your knee, exposing yourself to the cursed being before you. His gaze drops to the bareness before him, a stripe over folds with his fingers. Levi allows his lips to hover over your flesh before he finally lowers himself between thigh, palms spreading you wider to make room for his face. He delves forward, tongue meeting with hardened bud to swirl circles over you.

His name passes your lips, back arching, and Levi rolls his hips over the comforter for some form of relief. As his tongue flicks over you, you are left to whine beneath his touch, hand entrapping your mouth in an attempt to muffle the mews spewing from you. Fingertips brushed your entrance, ring and middle circling the hole before finally teasing in, and you writhe in his sheets. When you roll yourself over his tongue he groans, fingers curving.

"Fuck, don't stop." Panting, you beg his mercy, feeling close to falling over the edge. He scissors his fingers slightly, stretching you as he moves them in and out, and with the way his tongue is moving you're unable to restrain from the high you begin to feel. He adds a third, and you scream out in relief, stuttering hips as you come undone beneath him.

When you come down, he's already on his knees with his cock free, pushing the head against your throbbing clit. "Ever since I saw you in that shitty shop, I've pictured you beneath me." His head is rubbing against your slit to gather the juices left, and a shaky breath leaves your lips. Levi places his fingers on your chin to tilt your mouth open, watching your face contort in confusion.

He spits between your parted lips before closing your lips, edging himself into you while looking within your eye. "Swallow." The command was impossible to defy, so you do as he requests, watching as his lips quirk into a smirk.

Levi forces his length forward, thickness finally nestled within your walls. He rocks himself gently at first, though soon looses himself within you as your chest rises and falls at rapid pace, body welcoming his every inch. Your gaze drops to his fangs, finger reaching toward them in curiosity, allowing your skin to be pierced by the needle like ends. Blood rushes to the small puncture, only a pinprick, though Levi was quick to respond, his tongue darting from lip to taste the crimson offering.

With one taste, he craved more. After the sire bond, your blood had tasted uniquely different, reflecting more of his own. He's unable to stop himself from biting into your wrist, puncturing vein and wrapping his mouth around the source. He groans deeply, eyes rolling upward as he ruts his hips much harsher than he'd done before, allowing himself to indulge within your taste.

When he removes himself from your skin, a single droplet rolls from wrist to elbow - but Levi cannot allow the smallest amount of your nectar to waste, his tongue darting along the length to leave not a stain over your arm.

His cock twitches inside you as your head tilts back in pleasure, legs tightening around him. He can feel himself grow closer to release, though has one last offering to you.

Levi brings his finger to fang, piercing the skin in a similar fashion to your prior display, placing the digit straight to your lip. He smears his blood over your lips, and you too mimic his actions from before, eyes locking with his own as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking before the pop of your lips releases him.

You pull his face to yours, pushing the mixture of blood and saliva to his mouth. He groans in reply, much deeper than before, thrusts growing messy as he allows your tongue to dance with his. Levi's breaths were sporadic as he came within you, pushing himself as far as he could, squeezing over your flesh as his body ached.

The veil over his eye had began to lift as he laid himself beside you, brain no longer clouded - though he still felt an unusual lull of safety within your presence. He pinned it to the sire bond, soothing him into trusting your soul as it had linked with his own.

If his heart had still beat, he was sure it would feel differently while in your presence, and for the first time in decades, he allows himself to wonder what life would be like if he was still human.

"Earlier, when you told me I could leave," The silence was broken with our voice, still hoarse. "I didn't want to." There was a small dip in your words as you fought with your own understanding of the situation. "Why? Why do I feel this way toward you when you're still a stranger?"

He exhales, staring up at the ceiling. "It's the bond." His words won't offer much insight as he barely understands it himself, though he feels himself needing to comfort you. "I brought you back here to rest, but only when you'd awoken had I realised what had happened."

"How will this work?" Your words are gentle, but the question hangs stagnant in the air.

"I don't know, this is a first for me."

a/n: for some reason, after a break in writing, staying in present tense felt really hard?? please excuse me if i messed up, i feel like this is so inconsistent

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broshot · 1 year

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fucking w him

having sx with them omg!! just headcanons of anime men having sex with you

cw/tw: all characters are of age, pet names, praising, degrading in one, kinda subby men in one, afab reader (?), mentions of overstimulating, fingering

contains characters from: jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, sk8 the infinity, chainsaw man, genshin impact (I don't play genshin) some characters are mentioned multiple times

english isn't my first language, sorry for that

sex with him would be surprisingly messy. he's all about being clean until you're under him looking oh so pretty. he just can't resist you! will def praise you. once he gets in the mood you two will really make a huge mess. when he's in between your legs eating you out, his whole face will be wet with your juices. he's smudging the wetness all over your inner thighs, I swear he's not doing it on purpose! and when he's inside of you, he's kissing and sucking all over your body and you'll be dripping with how wet you are. he'll make you cum before him and when he cums, oh, he cums a lot! will take a warm bath with you afterwards.

levi ackerman, sakusa ,

sex with him would be, well.. your ears will be BLESSED with how this man is moaning and whimpering. he's just so touch starved and you feel too good around him! as soon as you touch him (or he touches you) he'll be moaning. lets out a whiny, airy whimper when he slides his dick inside of you. soft moans and whimpers will leave his lips as he starts moving. when he's close to cumming and when he cums, the loud, whiny whimpers and moans he lets out want you to immediately go for round two. and who is he to say no? he loves being inside of you. and PLEASE reassure him of how much you love him, plse, he needs it

kazutora, junpei, shinichiro, asahi azumane, reiner, mikey, angry (souya), scaramouche, chifuyu, aki, reki, yamaguchi, itto,

slow, soft sex. having sex with him would be enjoyable, heaven really. just, you'll feel amazing. he will praise you SO MUCH. his hands will be roaming on your sides as he fucks into you. makes you cum at least twice before he can even think about making making himself cum. doesn't moan a lot, maybe a few low groans and grunts here and there, and a soft moan as he cums. otherwise he won't be loud, mostly only praises leaving his mouth. loves kissing you as he cums, his lips WILL be on yours when he cums. will tell you how much he loves you!!

nanami, draken, daichi, erwin, aki hayakawa, sugawara, ushijima, mitsuya, cherry, zhongli, kazuha, inumaki,

how do I describe this. he loves you so much and definitely tells you that during sex. also wants to show that he loves you. he will praise you so much as he slides in and out of you. he will make you cum multiple times and will kiss you so much. wants to make you feel good and really does, but it can be a bit much sometimes as he doesn't get tired fast and just loves fucking you. overstimulation might be usual with him but he'll give amazing aftercare. his moans get louder and more breathy as he gets closer.

yuuji, reki, nishinoya, tanaka, eren, jean, denji, hinata, takemichi, atsumu, bokuto, baji, rindou,

shy fucker, but once the shyness goes away.. woah. def a big dick guy but doesn't really get it, hasn't had any past experience and you're the first one to see his dick anyways! he's shy at first, blushing at everything, really shy to touch you. you have to guide his hand to your core and reassure that you want him to touch you before he starts losing the shyness. will always stretch you out with his fingers before slowly sliding into you. moans. please tell him he makes you feel good and he'll lose it, that's when all the shyness is gone! he'll fuck you like he's in charge but will whimper and beg for you to let him cum even when you haven't told him to ask you. since he's big it might be a bit much sometimes but HIS AFTERCARE. his aftercare is so amazing. he'll always make you feel safe and appreciated.

megumi, kageyama, junpei, armin, albedo, xiao,

not a shy fucker. definitely not. he knows he can make you feel good and oh my gosh, will he tell you about it. loves teasing you, but will also be praising you. "feels good, yeah? I know, angel. you're doing so good." loves being inside of you, will def tell you that too. he's switch, probably doms more but you'll get to dom him too! he'll be moaning a bit but when you take the control he'll be a mess. moans, whimpers, groans, begs, you name it, he probably does it.

gojo, osamu, oikawa, geto, suna, itto, ran, hanma, kuroo, tsukishima,

no! I wouldn't recommend getting in his bed. having sex with him would be... interesting to say at least. he will ram into you with no mercy, definitely overstimulates. you won't be able to walk for the next week, maybe even more. he also degrades a lot. and not the sexy kind of degrading, will literally be insulting you. he is a bit vocal, mostly just the degrading but low grunts and gasps might leave his mouth aswell. aftercare? will probs just get you a wet towel and leave. bad guys. bad bad guys. maybe I'm just a hater and they don't actually do this so here's a better hc for the people who love these guys:

if I were to headcanon them differently, they still would degrade you but it would sometimes be mixed with a bit of praising too. would enjoy fucking you, a lot, really, and would also tell you that. aftercare would be a bit more (should I do aftercare hc's as a different post?).

toji, mahito, sukuna, taiju,

MASTERLIST I hate this piece because of my writing but hope yall enjoy!

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levmada · 1 year

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Ok Levi scenario for cuming around his cock for the first time 👀

jesus. god. he'd try to keep focusing on fucking you with the perfect pace from before, clutching your hip tight. but Levi of all people struggles to be patient with that soaking heat squeezing the fuck out of his dick. his jaw is just dropped.

every instinct is clawing at him to keep his cock buried in all that heat—he’s already on the edge—and forget about trying to give it to you deep with any kind of pace. you're clinging to him, thrashing to the point of him being forced to pin you in place. your pussy is practically begging for it, gushing this much on him. as you cum, he hears your cunt getting even more soaked. it’d be disgusting-sounding if it didn’t feel so amazing. his eyes roll back.

it's so fucking tight, and yet your pussy is still swallowing him. it's the most intense thing Levi's ever felt. poor virgin!Levi already lost control once earlier right after he pushed inside, but this is again too much.

he's probably rambling—he can barely think at all, let alone hear himself—while you moan so sweet in his ear. he can't fucking handle it when you start begging him to come inside. to please, please, fuck me.

but honestly, he’s already cumming. he shoves his arm down beside your head, picks up your leg, and loses all rhythm as his cock slams in that much deeper.

not that he has any goal in mind at all. deep or fast or hard—doesn't matter. he's rutting his cock in deep, grinding in his balls when you can’t hear any soaked, blunt slapping noises because the only thing left on his mind is that he needs to fucking cum.

gets so fucking drunk on your pussy. whimpering it too while he shields his face in your neck when this deep, throbbing heat explodes.

only a few pumps later, his hips stutter, and his eyes roll. a shiver wracks his frame, then with a tiny whine he’s fucking his cum into you like a dumb horny teenager. moans so loud that his voice cracks. you're not even doing anything really, but you make him dumb anyway.

he has to use allll that's left of his strength to just not crash down on top of you as his cock twitches and softens inside. it’s so sensitive he whimpers as he slides out with a dull, wet sound. fucking wrecked honestly.

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jjkeremika · 4 days

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Goofy (pt4)

description: levi summons you to his office to teach you an important lesson

(pt1, pt2, pt3)

levi ackerman x fem!reader; levi x you

warning/disclaimer: NSFW/MDNI; hair pulling; biting; tying up (rope); grinding; throat fucking; power dynamic; choking; derogatory

“hold the rope out,” levi demanded for the second time, rolling the thick rope between his palms. Paired with an eye roll, he tightened his grip, yanked the rope taut. “are you fucking serious?”

you stayed put, a rope loosely held in your palm. matched his raging stare. your lip twitched at the furrow of his brows, the squinting of his eyes, the darker intensity in his irises.

you stayed on your aching knees, pulled yourself onto your palms, your set of ropes loosely in your hand. “you swear too much.”

the interface of the rope and his skin turned pink from the friction. levi’s knuckles turned white, his nostrils frozen from holding his breath.

you bit your bottom lip, tried to refrain from enjoyed him hot and bothered, tried to avoid blatantly gawking at the growing erection directly in your eyeline. “nobody will take you seriously if you keep cursing like that.”

the taut rope loudly slapped against the floor, reverberating throughout the room. you jumped at the noise, slipped off your calves onto the floor. “next time i’ll wrap this around your throat.” he was seething, reminiscent of the first time he growled orders at you.

the warmth was building in your gut. you thought of his hand around your throat. “is that a threat or a promise?”

the pink appeared on his cheeks, highlighting the vein near his temple. he was thinking the same thing. he ignored you. “tie the fucking knot.”

his tone was steady and even. the tension wrapped around every muscle like an overgrown vine.

you stopped breathing. “aren’t you supposed to teach me?” it was generous to call it a question. it was more of a shotty breath. you crossed your arms across your chest, the rope dangling off your forearms, accentuating your breasts. “i asked you a question.”

he stepped closer, crouched until his nose was level with yours, made sure you could feel the the hot breath on your cheeks. he curled his lip as his voice deepened.

“and i gave you an order:” you saw him glance at your chest. you subconsciously rounded your back, made your breasts seem larger.

you sighed and picked up the rope, loosely tied it into a pathetic knot and draped it around his neck. you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing over your aching heart beat, the pounding in your ears.

you inhaled slowly as you matched his stare, cheekily raised a brow and tilted closer until your lips were frustratingly hovering over, teasing you more than him. “there’s your fucking knot,” you said slowly, accentuating the end.

one end of the rope fell to the ground as levi’s grip flashed to your wrist, his thumb and fingers meeting on the other side.

“stop fucking around,” he hissed. a raging flame burning the calm facade, heating him up inside to an unmanageable level. “why can’t you ever just do as i say?” levi leaned forward, sank his teeth faintly into your neck once he finished.

you were surprised, but wasted no time in stretching the organ, giving him more estate. “it’s more fun this way,” you murmured softly, distracted by the soft sense of his tongue, the light tingle from his teeth stimulating your spinal cord as they bit harsher down.

“eek!” you squealed and flinched as his teeth sank deeper and deeper, held you in place like a limp animal as both hands harshly gripped your wrists and outstretched them before you.

with the rope in one palm and your wrists in the other, he tied them together. the movement was so quick and skilled you were mesmerized, and the budding question of if he’s done this before settled into your brain.

each touch of his fingers to your wrist left a hot mark as the rope dangled flimsily. a fire burned inside your belly. you didn’t want him to have done this before, but you were thrilled by his experience. “there’s my fucking knot,” was all he said, the tight cinch around your wrists tugging at the skin, putting pressure on the vessel.

you felt the beating in your wrist, felt the scratchy material restrain the pulsating artery. “wha—”

captain levi pulled away, placed two fingers in the gap between the rope and your wrists, tugged hard enough to knock you off balance. the knot stayed intact, a slight burning left behind.

levi smirked, a dark glint in his eyes. “good enough.”

the tendons in his forearms flared as he picked you up by the knot, the veins near his wrist sticking out in a rare greeting. he had the advantage of surprise and you lost your footing, your body weight relying and tugging on the limits of his knot.

“very good,” he purred, admiring the sight of you beneath the ties, dangled by your reddening wrists, of your silence and stunned obedience.

you collapsed to the floor when he let the cuff go, onto your palms and knees and shins. you tried to bring your hands to fix the hair strands on both sides of your cheeks, but the taut rope barely folded and your wrists were forced back together.

levi’s finger swiped under your chin, raised it to look up at him. “were you watching?” he asked, his voice low. his eyes narrowed.

he licked from your neck to the base of your ear, nibbled at the skin near the lobe. “mhm,” you absentmindedly answered in a moan, your eyes squeezing tight. couldn’t open them again even if you tried.

your spine shivered at the proximity to your ear, the hand tightening in your locks. levi tilted his head, leaned in even further. his teeth lightly grazed your back upper shoulder, glided the bone up the stimulated skin until his cheek was less than a centimeter from your own. “were you learning?”

your head moved in an immediate nod, a bold lie as your body flushed with an obedient craving to do as the captain commanded, mixed with a taste of the unpredictability that coursed in your blood.

you didn’t pay any mind to the knot keeping your wrists clasped together, didn’t pay any heed to his lecture. couldn’t spare any thoughts from the mouthwatering muscles in his forearms, the tense veins popping through.

levi pulled back. “good.” he glanced to your lips then back to your eyes. wanting. needing. he held the other rope lightly in one palm, lifted it to your eye level. “do it again.”

you matched his hearty stare, felt the heat of his attention prickle the hairs against your spine, spurred the tiny hairs at the back of your neck to dance.

“but i—” the rope burn at your wrists screamed for release, with each move of your arms tugging it into an impossibly tighter hold to cut through the nonsense.

levi raised an eyebrow, his expression lifting into a suppressed eager astonishment at your insistent denial of his order. it’s like you were incapable of learning through lecture.

he released the hold of your hair in favor for your neck, the strands loosely falling after his fingers clasped around the tendons. a tighter hold, like he were scuffing you still.

“honestly.” it was a rough exhale, paired with an incredulous mix of emotions in his eyes that left you both anxious and horny, the fire in your pelvis triple-folding.

levi’s pupils were dark with an ambitious glean. you were a never-ending challenge. a difficult task that spurred frustration and anger and rage at your meager protests to his command. an admirable foe of different skill and stature—one that captured levi’s mind; one he could never take his eyes off.

then the captain’s thigh forced itself between your legs, and he angled your neck with his fist so his nose was just above yours, lips above lips. hovering. yearning.

your knees bent without order, and you gasped at the mere contact between your blood-hoarding crotch and his strong and muscular thigh. you kept his stare as you grinded fabric against fabric, provided yourself the perfect friction.

your indulgence stunned levi into silence. his body reacted before his brain could process the sight, loosening the choking hold around your neck, lifting his thigh to match your desperate movement. you could feel the erection, and you blushed furiously as the memory resurfaced, as you wondered if he’d show it to you again.

he pushed his thigh upwards, paired it with a downward grind of your hips to rub against your clit. you moaned, and your heart stopped beating with the tiniest upward curve of his lip.

“get on your knees,” captain levi commanded, practically salivating as he watched you grind your clothed clit down to his knee. obediently dropped to your shins. matched his gaze the entire time.

the smile stretched deeper on his face. he couldn’t deny it. almost as if it had to match the fervent rage ignited by your denial and outbursts, he fucking loved your selective obedience.

he audibly gasped at the sight of you peering up at him expectantly, patiently and quietly awaiting further instruction.

“unbutton your shirt.” the intrigue and lust was starting to infiltrate his steady tone, the order sounding more like an intimate suggestion than an authoritative command. “good girl,” he praised as your fingers immediately caressed each button, awkwardly struggling with the rope holding both wrists together.

the praise sent relief and ecstasy through your bloodstream, culminating in the electric storm in your pelvis.

levi’s hands mindlessly fiddled with his belts as he fixated on the exposure of your chest, the paler skin from lack of sun more titillating and daunting than staring at the celestial object itself.

with your wrists still tied you awkwardly shrugged the shirt off your shoulders, couldn’t even begin to feel insecure at your open and accessible bare chest with your focus on levi’s pants dropping halfway down his thighs.

his erection was eager, and your eyes doubled in size and mouth watered at the large organ. levi admired your indulgence, preened at the liberties you took as you poked your tongue out and inched closer.

you maintained eye contact, stared cautiously as you leaned closer to the still growing erection at your eye level, lifted your bonded hands to hover below the shaft.

without dropping your gaze, you licked the tip. actually tasted the bitter precum between each lick. one hand traced up his thigh as the other dragged behind, felt the prickle of untouched hair and silky sensitive skin as your fingertips neared his balls.

levi exhaled sharply under your touch, closed his eyes to no avail because the view was still pristine in his mind. “you can suck it,” he gasped needily, a surprising switch in his demeanor as felt himself melt into your touch.

“don’t tell me what to do,” you responded cheekily before rounding your lips and welcoming the tip, greeting the slit with a swirling flick of your tongue, felt the twitch of the shaft from the retort against the roof of your mouth.

his hand found home back in hair for stability as the air felt sucked from his lungs. like you sucked all oxygen straight from his cock.

his pupils tripled in size, dilated to absorb every detail—every strand of hair out of its usually perfect place, every tear drop welling on your eye-line at the burning friction, every dimple and wrinkle in your pretty face as you suck and take his cock in your mouth like it was built to be there.

his hips shifted, pushed more than the tip inside the warmth wetness of your mouth. thrusted in to feel the constriction of your esophagus as you swallowed around him, gagged on the extra length.

you almost pulled back—tried to—but levi kept your head pushing closer, until your nose was barely hovering over dark pubes and you could taste the bitter insistence of levi’s leaky cock overriding your gag reflex.

he could feel your resistance, that fiery instinct that hated being told what to do. the one that screamed that you were in the wrong line of work. the one that kept you in the forefront of his mind all day, the one that kept you as his most admirable adversary.

you gagged with a particularly rough thrust into your throat, but you hollowed your cheeks and teasingly sucked. smiled despite the burning resistance of your lips at the loud guttural groan he released.

levi pistoned into your mouth, bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from drowning out obscene noises caused by you obediently sucking on his thick cock, taking his length and thrusts so fucking well he was about to burst.

he muttered, “fuck,” under his breath and yanked your hair back, held you still as he pulled his hips back and exposed his cock to your eyeline again. the organ shimmered with a salivary shine, and you blushed deeper knowing somehow, this long and thick organ was capable of being stuffed into your throat.

levi was rapidly flicking his wrist along his slicked cock, did it in full view for you to absorb and memorize before he aimed to your chest and released onto your bare breasts.

you gasped in surprise at the hot viscous liquid excreted against your chest, felt a shiver down your spine at the slow and sticky trails it forged to your belly.

you glanced up from the mess on your skin, met levi who was already staring intensely at you. his chest was pink and heaving, his cheeks were flushed. he was already hiding his cock back in his pants.

“now clean this fucking mess up,” levi demanded breathlessly, gesturing vaguely towards you. he corrected the belts for his gear and walked towards the door while you remained breathless on the floor. “ten minutes and get back to work,” he quickly regained his composure, but he couldn’t make eye contact with you anymore. couldn’t crumble again. “don’t make me think of another punishment.”

he left you alone in the office, and you smiled knowingly at the light pink sheen embraced on his cheeks as he spoke.

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kalibu · 1 year

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Cleaning up the kitchen so it would shine. That was your today's punishment for beating up a younger cadet who thought he could get away with insulting you. His deed didn't go unpunished and had to clean up ODM gear after practise.

Even though he was in the wrong and provoked you first, you should have waited at least till evening and not settle your dispute in front of everyone. That's why you got the worse job.

The cleaning took more time than anticipated so instead of going drinking with others, you decided to stay in and get some rest.

After hours of scrubbing every corner of the kitchen, your job here was finally done. The place has probably never looked this clean before. For your hard work you decided to get a second dinner as a reward.

While you were preparing your meal a dark-haired man entered the room. He was watching you, leaning over the counter, waiting for you to notice him. Not realising someone else is in the room with you watching your every move you finished cooking and started eating.

After couple of minutes the man couldn't take it anymore and clicked his tongue. You immediately snapped your head towards the sound “Levi! What are you doing here?”

The man came closer “Oi, don't talk with your mouth full of food. It's disgusting,” he clicked his tongue again. “And what the hell do you think I'm doing here? I heard you got into fight today.”

“Well, I'm not the one who star-” you were cut off by Levi “I don't care who started what, we're not children. I just wanna know if you at least won,” you grinned at his response “Of course I have. After all you taught me some moves.”

He pushed himself off the counter and walked towards you. “Hmm, maybe I should reward you for not totally embarrassing me” he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up.

Your stomach fluttered at his words. Before you could respond, he leaned down a bit and started kissing you. Immediately you returned the kiss. Levi forced you to get up and then picked you up carrying you to the counter. Your hands moved to his hair during that.

As he put you on the counter you started unbuttoning his shirt. You managed to unbutton just the first two buttons before he grabbed your wrists and tied them with his belt.

“Don't be so desperate, let me enjoy you a bit first” he smirked. Without any complaints you let the man do the whatever he had in his mind. He swiftly pulled your pants down. “No underwear, were you expecting me to pay you a visit?”

A bit of red tinted your cheeks and Levi just scoffed. You felt yourself dripping and turned red even more, because he hasn't touched you yet and you're already dripping.

However, Levi enjoyed this sight of you, maybe a bit too much. He slowly dipped his finger inside you and never stopped making eye contact. The intrusion made you suck a loud breath, which didn't go unnoticed.

Smirking again he added second and then a third finger while increasing his speed. You were reaching your high and he started sucking on your clit. The stimulation made you fall over the edge and you came on his fingers.

Calmly he brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices of off them. The sight made you whimper and needing more. “Please Levi, I want you.”

Unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock, he came closer and lined himself up. “Oh don't worry, you'll be begging me to stop in no time,” he leaned in to kiss your neck.

You felt his tip pushing inside you while Levi was still busy bruising your neck. When he was fully inside, he pulled away and released your hands. “You'll probably need to hold onto something.”

He pulled out and slammed into you hard. His pace was deadly and you were screaming with pleasure in no time. Thankfully the walls here thick, so none could hear you. Though anyone could still walk in, sneaking out for a midnight snack.

Fortunately, you didn't care. You were too preoccupied with, what felt like, Levi rearranging your insides. After some time, you came so much, you felt like you were about to pass out.

With couple of finale thrusts Levi buried himself into you and sprayed walls for the last time. Hovering over you, he was relishing in seeing your fucked out face. “Let's get you out of here before someone walks in”

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lovelywetdreamer · 2 months

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💜🌸~8 Reasons Levi is a Short King~🌸💜

Levi can squeeze in tight places for example he can stretch your tight throat out.

Levi is dominant to anyone. It doesn't matter how tall the person is. Levi will have you on your knees with your mouth open while he glares down at you.

Levi is like an ant. He carried up ten times his size. Levi holds you up against his office door with his dick slamming into you.

Levi can finish a whole feast all by himself. Levi devours your fat juicy pussy and still asks for seconds.

Levi can climb up anything. He will climb his 5'10 girlfriend. Dick in her mouth, his thighs between her head, bed about to break.

Levi can jump at very high heights. He will jump up to slap you on the ass.

Levi can clean up any mess. After he gets done painting your wall, he washed you up.

Levi enjoys drinking tea. Levi enjoys drinking tea off your breasts.

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obitohno · 1 year

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among the amaryllis

levi ackerman x reader

synopsis ⤸

every week, you secretly leave flowers by levi’s door in the hope to eventually woo him. unfortunately, your plan fails horribly, as levi suffers with hayfever and thinks that someone is pranking him.

chapters ⤸

one | 5.5k

two | 5.2k

three | 5.2k

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, flower shop au, army veteran! levi, florist! reader, unrequited love, pining, mutual pining, secret admirer, fluff, slow burn, angst, smut, wet dreams, handjobs, fingering, oral sex, mutual masturbation, levi suffers with ocd, reader is short

reblogs are appreciated ~

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riewritten · 2 years

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YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A THING

HEAP OF SOLACE: EPISODIC SERIES

LEVI X F!READER, LEVI X YOU, NO Y/N

SUMMARY: Because there he is, giving you refuge as easily as he breathes. The way he does it so smoothly enthralls you, just as if he was born to be the greatest companion ever alive. | AO3

WORDS: 3.7k

TAGS AND WARNINGS: explicit sexual content. read at your own risk. modern AU, fluff & smut, slice of life, masturbation, oral sex, vaginal fingering & penetration, orgasm delay/denial, multiple orgasms & sex positions, squirting, creampie, nipple licking, dirty talk (there was an attempt)

Tired. You were really tired. One of those moments you yearn for nothing but to escape. Life has been either bleak or downright exhausting for you. All the strain you put on your body finally caught up with you too. You couldn't even get up and drink water, let alone reach for your phone and order food delivery, perhaps even medicine.

Just before you could lament how sticky you feel with the hot sweat all over your body, you heard someone knock at your door.

Levi.

Oh god.

Your phone started to ring too. That was when you struggled to reach for it.

"I've been calling you for hours," Levi muttered, flat but stern, obvious worry laced in his tone.

"Sorry, I don't feel well today."

"Are you home?"

"I am," you groaned as you sat up. "Hold on a second."

Every step gets your body heavier. You had to cling to the knob to not let yourself fall.

Levi wasn't impressed with that.

"Please don't berate me again," you tiredly sighed.

"Uh-huh," he scorned, made his way to the living room first to drop his things, then walked towards you to help you walk, “says the one who keeps on getting into a situation she deserves to get berated with." Upon feeling how limped your body was, he added, "How long have you been like this?"

Perhaps it was just you being sensitive or mentally crippled by the physical decline, but the alarm in his voice sank your disposition further. "Levi, I told you to not reprimand me on—"

"Answer my question," but this time it wasn’t stern anymore. He knew better than to keep scolding you when you’re practically begging him to tone it down.

However, the gesture just peaked your emotions further. It was until you huffed a stifled sob that he realized it might've been too long already. Swiftly, he had your head buried in his neck. With lips nuzzled on your hair, he said defeatedly, “What am I going to do with you, really?”

"I'm not crying because I'm sad," you clarified, "I’m crying because my head hurts so bad."

“I’m not saying anything.”

“And I won’t let you.”

“Channel your audacity to argue once you’re better.”

Your weeping went on for a while as you remembered that no, your life was never on the absolute scale of bleakness or exhaustion; not when he’s here, willing to shower you with the solace that you very much need. You yearn for this too aside from escape.

Feeling much better afterward, you whispered a small thanks and insisted on gaining your own balance but Levi was still reluctant. He’s not quite a clingy one but he gets quickly concerned if you fail to contact him immediately. You thought of kidding around then, “Do you remember the time you said I could slouch on your couch?” He raised his brows at you, urging you to say more hence you added, “slouch on your couch as you kiss me?”

He was taken aback, to say the least but the flush on your face quickly replaced his with amusement. Levi figured the fluster might be due to sickness but still, “Elaborate.”

“You know, I have a couch too.”

He hoped you’d be decent enough to spare him your adorability when it’s clear you’re the one who needed to be taken care of.

“If you get well in less than a day,”

“Only if I get well?” you frowned. “Like, not even in the cheeks?”

He shot you a flat yet knowing look. He surely knew what you were on, tiptoeing towards having him pamper you with his touches. His annoyance with your health neglect subsided as he figured out how to push your buttons thereafter.

He languidly moved his hand to cup your cheek and the other one to stroke your hair. His fingers teasingly slide over your lips but not all the way. He walked until you were pinned to the wall. With his forehead bumping yours, he asked, "You want it?"

Despite the tired demeanor, you managed to demand with a glare, "Give it, Levi."

He hummed in disapproval as his mouth went to your ear, "Do you think you deserve it, though?" His low tone tickled your skin; your already mushy mind weakened.

"I don't but you'll give it to me anyway." Your taunt was quickly replaced by a shriek as he tugged on your earlobe. He knew how it titillated you because when you tried to get away from his grasp to stop his lips, his strong build only pinned you further. He trapped your wrists above your head. He also raised a thigh between your legs to add more of the warming sensations. Heat prickled under your skin as if you weren’t already feeling hot to begin with.

"Levi," you whispered.

"Do you think you deserve it?" he repeated, more taunting.

"I don't, but oh—" your breath hitched when he sucked on your neck.

"You think you deserve it, hm?" he hummed mockingly.

You tried to grasp away again but your weak muscles didn’t cooperate. Admitting temporary defeat then, "I don't."

"Good girl," he continued nibbling, though. He even went to the other side of your neck as he added, "I could pamper you all you want but not when you're acting too spoiled." His spare hand played around your waist up to your chest.

You wanted to say, "Deal with it. You chose to be in this relationship." but then realized that Levi is too amused to not let his point be established. It's easy to get back at him if he's annoyed, but certainly not if he's amused.

"Sorry," you murmured. He still didn't stop his wet kisses. You tried to wiggle your hand away again, but you only felt him sneer. “Sorry, Levi,” you repeated. When you breathed a sigh, he huffed another one, "Baby, please." You nuzzled your lips weakly on his hair.

He let go of your neck with a pop, one that will surely mark, "Go to your bed and sleep." Then he finally unpinned you to the wall.

Your insides are roaring to sleep. "You'll still give it to me, won't you?" you weakly pleaded. You can't even mess around anymore. He knows how to touch you in a way that'd leave you begging for more.

"If you get well in less than four hours."

"You said less than a day! Why did it decrease to four hours?" you exclaimed but instead of answering, he just raised his eyebrows at you, challenging you to repeat that. "Okay, then. I'll get well in less than four hours," you mumbled then walked lamentably towards your bed.

This time, Levi is settling in the kitchen with your apron, about to start cooking. "Take all the rest that you need. I won't give you that later on."

And oh, how you'd love that to happen. You finally perked up; never in your life did you feel the resolution to get away from a simple disease.

That's why when you finally woke up with a relatively better temperature, you rushed to the living room and jumped at him on the couch. You clung to his lap, wrapped an arm around him, and landed kisses all over his face, "I did so well. Reward me."

"You slept for an entire day," he retorted. Your mouth gaped open. You thought only two hours had passed. "Not so well if you'd ask me."

"Seriously?"

"As serious as I can be."

You frowned then leaned your forehead on his, "You must be so worried. I'm sorry." then sadly played on the buttons of his shirt.

"I've been telling you so many times."

You landed a wet kiss on his lips, "Sorry."

"And you didn't even answer my calls."

You slowly worked towards unbuttoning his whole shirt, "Sorry."

"You should've called me as soon as you started feeling unwell."

He didn't move his hand to remove the garment completely so you just splayed your hands all over his toned chest. As languid as ever, your lips rolled over each other. He let you in when your tongue asked for entrance. You muttered soft apologies in between kisses. Not that Levi will ever try to resist. Unlike you, he was never stubborn. He missed you and was worried. You jumping at him like this first thing upon feeling well is the least that you could do to ease it.

"You still hate relying on me, don't you?" he said after the intimate exchange.

“I admit I still have to get used to it but," you smiled at him resolutely, "you're doing so well for me. I'll rely on you more. I'm sorry." It wasn't supposed to be a heavy question; you knew it too. Levi just wanted to confirm it.

He gently raked his nails through your hair as both of you stayed silent. When he cupped your cheek, you swiftly leaned on his palm. "Have I done well?" he asked a bit teasingly.

"What's with that question?"

"Have I?"

"Always, always the best for me."

"Very well," he said as he slowly hiked your shirt up, fingers playing around your back. "Reward me then."

You will, god, you will. You wrapped an arm around his neck as you went for another kiss. It's much messier this time, overjoyed at his approval. Without wasting any moment, you worked on removing his pants. You thought the reward he could have was to use your mouth however he wanted, but he appears to have other plans.

"Lie down," he dragged you onto the couch, landed another harsh kiss, and when he finally withdrew, you were panting. Just as he likes. You must feel what you're doing to him.

He tapped on your clothes, "Off. All of it." and you followed suit quickly. He's not in the mood to play around anymore. When your wet heat flashed before him, you almost saw him smile. "Touch yourself as I watch."

"I thought you wanted to be rewarded?" you inquired as you obeyed.

"Well, your pleasure is my reward."

He scooted towards you and played on your chest. Not long after, he latched his tongue on one of them. He didn’t dare break eye contact when he pushed two fingers inside, going faster and faster upon feeling how wet it was. "Don't stop playing at your clit," he breathed before sucking on the other tit.

"Oh god, Levi." His actions were so precise, intended only to exude more pleasure. Curling two fingers inside, tongue rolling around your mound, eyes burning around your face; every pleasure etched in his memory. "Let me love you too, please—"

"You do," his mouth went to shower your face with wet kisses next, "you love me so much that you can't even help but jump on me as soon as you wake up." He punctuated his amusement by pounding his fingers harder, "You'll let me taste you too, right?"

"Yes, oh god, yes—"

As he swiftly scooted down and lapped you open, you were urged to keep your fingers moving. You moaned unabashedly. He hummed in approval, very much pleased at the way you tasted and the way your back arched.

"Hands on your chest," he added in between, "play on your tits, just like that."

The overwhelming sensations teetered under your skin. The actions persisted for a while, and not long after you felt the spark jolting inside your body.

"Levi, close. Please. I'm close."

As if that was the cue, he abruptly halted.

"Shit," you hissed at the barred tension in your lower stomach.

He worked on removing his pants while watching your hole clench on nothing, "Your frustration is my reward too."

"Savor it, you bastard."

“I surely will.”

Levi figured he wasn't patient enough to settle on the couch's limited space, so he carried you to the bed after discarding his garments. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

When he threw you on the sheets he commanded, "On all fours."

You pushed your face down the pillows and wiggled your hips up. He stroked himself up and down your wetness, exuding a frustrated whimper from you. "Angry now? Thinking about how your boyfriend fails to spoil you rotten, huh?"

"I told you it's a reward," you murmured in your pillows, grudgingly swallowing your pent-up rage to serve the man who never fails to do the same. "You can use me all you want right now. If you don't want me to cum then I won't."

"Oh?" Levi hummed, impressed. "Even if I don't touch you for days after? Even if I forbid you to even touch yourself?"

No way. He must have gotten really angry at you at some point.

"Answer me," he grunted, pressing the tip of his cock onto you but not going all the way.

Well, all you have to do is to seduce him until he can't help himself. But you doubt that now because he's actually a sucker for your desperation. The torment would surely go on for a while.

"Yes," you bit your lip to restrain yourself, "all that you want. You can do what you want with me."

"Such a good girl," said Levi. Amidst the mocking, he actually took time to gauge whether you were wet enough to take him. He slammed in without warning upon realizing so. "Don't worry, I'm not that bad," he grabbed your head and thrust it down the pillows.

The tempo is completely unrelenting and lurches are always followed by a grunt. Levi's own teasing must've riled him up too. When you pushed your hips in tandem with his thrusts, he went even faster. You can hear how loud the slapping sounds are. It's ringing in your ears, utter pleasure wavering inside. "S-so good, 's too good. Please don't stop. Please–"

"I wouldn't dare." He drew your shoulders towards him, claiming every skin his lips could reach all over your back.

When his palm pressed on your lower stomach you finally snapped in pleasure, "Yes. Don't you dare—god—don't you fucking dare. You're gonna let me cum, spoil me rotten, fuck me good—"

You couldn't see his face but you’re sure he was sneering, "Yeah? Then why don't you just live with me as you said? Settling like a pretty little flower, waiting all day to be watered like this."

“And I’ll do so—I’ll do so like a good girl,” every inch of you is trembling in pleasure at his words. You never saw yourself completely opening up to someone like this—to have his pledge to take care of you for all he could, to rely on him, to have him transcend the voices inside your head saying you're all alone.

"Live with me. I'll do everything for you. You don't have to worry about a thing. You can work all you want and no damn fever would last on your body—shit, you're clenching hard,” he exclaimed sharply. “You like that, hm? Is the thought of me doting on you that appealing?”

"Yes," you murmured from behind, "I'll take care of—I’ll—"

You can't even come up with a coherent response anymore. He turned you into a babbling mess. Both his words and the way his hips snap send your brain towards further haziness.

"Can I do it inside?" You could feel him twitching as he added, "Can I? Take all of me as well. Come on."

You’ll be the one to do the begging if he didn’t ask. Too debauched to say a word, you concurred by clenching on him harder and meeting his thrusts more ardently. When he felt your approval, he quickly pulled out and flipped you on your back. He opened your legs wide and thrust again.

If you don't know him well, you'd think that he's completely unaffected by this; but his face is flushed, his toned body is drenched in sweat, the wetness where the two of you meet is a bit too slick and noisy to ignore, and oh, the reverence he keeps showering you with. You don't want this to end.

Levi grasped your chin and tilted it so you'd look at him straight while being ravaged. Both your mouths were partly open, drawn to each other's burning gazes.

"I'm cumming," you said, wrapping your legs around his waist so he wouldn't let go. "Come on, inside, please. I'll take it—oh fuck yes—" his frantic bucks paid off when you spasmed on his cock.

He gave you all of him then, emptied himself with a loud grunt. You tried to utter something, perhaps another series of begging. Shockwaves blurred your vision as his warm essence engulfed your insides. He was whispering silly nothings, too: how good you are, how sweet for him, how both of you will go on with this endlessly for tonight—

"Wait, what?"

"Did I stutter?" said Levi as he finally pulled out, though he scooted his dick towards your mouth and instructed, "Clean it." He didn't even give you the chance to talk more, he just plunged it in and let you lick your mixed essence altogether. "Good. Fuck, so fucking good."

Upon finishing, he gripped your hair and delved his mouth into you—delighted to taste the sinful mess that both of you had made as well.

“Do what I want, you said. What if I want to pump you full of my cum tonight? Who am I to deny if you want me to ruin you so bad?" And there you felt him again. He's stroking himself to your wetness, moaning lowly at the slick of fluids.

But he did it the other way this time. He waited until you weren't stimulated anymore before pushing through. He'd swirl his tongue on your tit while languidly plunging inside. Then he'd go faster, then faster, then stop upon feeling you clench. He stops whenever you're about to cum, countless times. Even your pleas went unheard. He's too pleased to see you desperate to cum.

"Empty," you inaudibly said as you flipped the position. You hovered on top. Levi was taken aback. "My insides are empty without you. Please." Levi realized you were completely out of it this time—lidded eyes, lips partly open, too light-headed to register how taken aback he was. "Fill me up—oh, yeah. Oh fuck." You swallowed his dick with your warmth then engulfed his lips with a warm kiss.

Pleasure crippled Levi's body. He doesn't even have to snap his hips anymore. You swirl yours on him too well without a single care. Levi realized he had overdone his teasing as you’re completely dumbed out now. But god, it felt so good. You really deserve to be pampered to death after this.

"Ravage me. Use me all you want. Pump me with your cum." you muffled with open-mouthed kisses on his neck, "Please, so good, Levi." Then he felt you clench on him. You came without warning, squirted all over, not giving a damn about the sheets.

He huffed a tsk then called your name, "You're just doing as you please now." He continued plunging himself in nonetheless, not giving a care that you just came.

At some point, you feel him twitching inside you too but he stops even before he could cum. He’s intentionally delaying himself to feel more of you inside. Every time he edges, he changes the position—he'll have you ride him, take you against the wall, take you on your knees, slot himself inside while pressing on your abdomen.

As he pushed and pulled on his orgasm, his grunts became louder. He's calling your name repeatedly, every syllable running music to your ears.

You were being ravaged. The longer it takes, the more you can't feel anything but him sinking inside; you’re so delightfully filled. Levi was handling your body as if you wouldn't be able to move without his help.

"Why are you trying to slip away from me?" he grunted sardonically as he felt your limbs shake.

"I—I'll die, hah, I'll die!"

"You would never," he heaved a chuckle—the first time he did for tonight. "I plan on keeping you alive and—oh fuck I'm cumming this time—give you the world, everything I have."

You're certain you're going to squirt again so you tapped on him, "The sheets will get wet—"

“It is already wet,” he knew what you meant so he hyped you further, "go on—fuck I can feel it—let it out, yeah, that’s it."

And both of you did it at the same time. Your limbs shook for a while and you were too shocked to even mind the mess. Levi’s release lasted for quite a moment too, holding onto your thighs hard to keep you from moving as he emptied himself, staring at you endearingly for letting him do so.

When nerves from the intense orgasm calmed, you whispered with a chuckle, "Can't anymore. I can't feel anything."

"I'm sorry," he pulled out gently this time but slotted his fingers inside to keep his seed from dripping, "There you go, lovely thing. You did so well for me."

You nuzzled on his neck with a moan, savoring his scent that would most certainly be the last thing needed for a best night's sleep. Levi ran his fingers through your hair, encouraging you so.

"Let me rest for a minute. I'll help you clean after—"

"Told you, I'll do everything.” He cut you off while soothing your sore muscles, pretty fingers tingling around your skin. “You don't have to worry about a thing."

You chuckled, "I'll do that too. Both of us must."

"You just did, though." Then his palm pressed slightly on your lower stomach—plump with his cum, "You took care of me so well. Feel it?"

"You bastard," you mumbled, finally zoning out, trusting the cleaning task to Levi this time. "What are we going to do now?"

"Be stuck with each other for good. That's what we're going to do."

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seven minutes

𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - levi hates you. but, after spin the bottle decides your fate, you make up and hatred turns to lust.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college party, alcohol (therefore dub-con), kinda enemies 2 lovers, mentions of cheating (petra to levi), i feel like i wrote him ooc soz, PiV, condom usage, some instruction?

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"He's staring directly at you." Connie spoke, hushed voice close to your ear as his breath fanned over your cheek. Your eyes darted around the room, finally finding the narrow grey ones Connie had been referring to, aimed at you with a killer glare. Once making eye contact, he'd slowly looked away, scowl over his face as he'd watched Erwin speak hands gesturing as his friends had listened closely.

"Let me talk to him." Connie stood, but had been stopped by your hand reaching outward, fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Please, don't. Plus, it's his place - don't get us kicked out of the party." You'd begged him with your gaze, a small shake of the head. "Just ignore him, I'm fine." The persuasion had his figure relaxing, giving in and sitting back down on the battered three seater. Sasha threw an arm around him, sitting widely on the other side of him with drink in hand.

"We should play a game!" Sasha shouted in order for rest of the group to hear, Jean moving his chair closer, Eren, Mikasa and Armin leaning in. "How 'bout truth or dare?" Sasha had ended with a smile, the other members of the group instead groaning. "What?" Her question was lost in the chatter once more as those surrounding had lost interest. Connie had laughed at his friend, an eager girl who'd had a heart bigger than a brain - or perhaps, it had been her stomach.

"Why does Ackerman keep staring?" Jean's voice had pulled you from your focus on Connie and Sasha as he'd had his elbows to thighs, leaning forward. "He thinks I had something to do with Petra cheating." You spoke as you'd swirled the drink around in the red solo cup, sighing before bringing it to lips. As you drank, you watched Jeans eyebrow furrow, thinking for a moment. He'd tried to connect the dots in his head, but couldn't. Once satisfied with the amount of liquor in your throat, you pulled the cup from your mouth and held it back down upon your lap, liquid now sufficiently lessened.

"I was friends with Petra, back in freshman year. New to college, new to Germany as a whole - she was the student ambassador assigned to me. Brought me along to some parties, before I met you guys." As you'd explained, you'd looked through the corner of your vision to check what Levi had been doing. He'd stopped obsessing over your every movement, instead complaining to Hange, her arms wrapped around him as she'd laughed. He'd looked miserable as ever.

"There was a party, it was in February that year - she got off with Eld in seven minutes in heaven. I opened the door and saw them, but didn't tell Levi. He found out a few weeks after and blames me for not telling him sooner." Your explanation had ended with a long exhale of breath you hadn't realised you'd held, another twist of the plastic cup. "But that's ridiculous-" Jean began, but you raised a hand. "He's right. I should've told him." Defeated tone, you slumped back against the cushions.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" The shout of Pieck had brought you from the racing in your mind, an uncomfortable shift in the seat at the ill-timing of the announcement. An innate reaction of your sight meeting with Levi's had made matters worse, his hardened gaze looking back at you. Hange and Erwin had stood, smiling wide and preparing to move forward, while he'd remained seated. Fingers wrapped around your shoulders as you were pulled upward, suddenly aware of Sasha and Connie's excited expressions as they'd dragged you toward the circle forming on the other side of the room.

"N-no, guys." The protests from your lips had been ignored as you'd fought against them, only to be seated among your group, bottle in the center of a wide circle. "It'll be fun!" Sasha shouted as the bottle spun, the first pair of students making their way upstairs. First, the bedrooms would be filled out, with the final couple having to make do in the pantry cupboard. Sasha's cheeks turned red when the bottle's mouth had met her space, burning a deeper scarlet when it had spun again to land on Connie.

That had left you beside Jean, awaiting the final two turns so you'd be able to leave, though as the spinning glass slowed and neared closer to you, your heart had been within your throat. Clear as day, no space for questioning, the green bottle had pointed at no one other than yourself. Time had seemed to slow as you watched anxiously at the second spin, bottle stopping within a matter of seconds. It had been with reluctance as you'd looked up, fear in your eyes replaced with horror when meeting with the bottle's suitor. It can't be-

Levi stared back at you, though hadn't looked frightened - he'd instead been filled with rage. When he'd began to stand, meaning to walk off, he'd been stopped by Erwin, who'd instead offered a shove toward the closet door. You'd been sat in shock, though soon found Eren and Mikasa following Erwin's actions, pushing you toward the pantry only a few meters away until both yourself and Levi had been shoved in, door barricaded on the other side. You'd fought to push it open, shoulder hitting into wood with loud thuds, eventually pushed aside by Levi as he'd repeated your actions. Loud groans of frustration left his chest as he'd kicked at the handle, though it had been in vain.

"It's no use, Levi. We'll just have to wait until the time's up." A few boxes had been pushed against the wall and you'd taken one, placing it down behind you before sitting on it. Leaning back, you'd rested your head against one of many wooden shelves, watching as Levi had stopped taking his frustrations out on the door, instead sliding down the wood and meeting with the ground beneath his feet. He'd found himself in somewhat of a fetal position, ass to floor and knees folded to chest, head hanging low. Black hair had swayed before his face.

For the first two minutes, there had been silence. You'd appreciated it, instead listening to the ambient chatter and muted music from beyond the closet door, though when sinking back and moving to allow yourself a more comfortable position, your knee had met with Levi's, igniting a fire within him as his head tilted back upward, eyes locking with yours.

"Sorry-" You'd began a defensive apology, though had been cut short by his quick and stabbing anger. "Don't fucking touch me." His words were muttered beneath his breath, though within the quiet of the closet, the closeness of the two of you, you'd been able to hear the statement clearly. "Why are you here, anyway? Who invited you and your shitty friend group?" A sigh of frustration had left you as he'd continued ranting. Drowning out his noise, you closed your eyes - squeezing them shut before taking a leap of faith and beginning to speak the words you'd wanted to say since that evening 18 months prior.

"Levi -" Beginning, you'd interrupted yourself with a shaky exhale before continuing. "I'm so sorry. I should have told you when I saw them; but Petra was my only friend. I was so scared of being alone that I hadn't thought about you, and how you'd deserved to know." Levi had let his stiffened exterior relax slightly, shoulders dropping. The open mouth with sharp tongue finally loosened, leaving an expression of thought written across his features. He'd calculated his reply for a few moments as your heart had raced, awaiting some sort of response. You'd considered continuing the apology before he'd finally started to speak, though hadn't needed to before he'd filled the silent air with a softer tone.

"I appreciate honesty above all else." Levi spoke, hands clasping together, fingers interlacing as he'd continued. "If you'd have told me about Petra, Hange would've spoken to you - Erwin, too. And you have a group now, you didn't need her." Levi's statements felt redundant, though you'd appreciated the sudden lack of animosity. "I'm sorry, Levi. Not telling you is something I regret, and it's actually part of the reason I don't speak to her anymore." His eyes had met with yours, and for the first time since their break-up, he hadn't looked at you with hate. "I wanted to speak with you about it, but you hated me so much that I couldn't get close to you even if I tried."

He nodded, another exasperated sigh. "Just thought you'd sided with her." Levi explained, the tension within the closet suddenly lifting. Opening your mouth to speak again, you were interrupted by a loud bang; door opening and leaving Levi to fall backward. Hange had been on the other side, grin wide as Levi had scowled toward her, moving from the carpeted ground to brush himself off at his feet. You smiled toward Hange, pushing yourself from the crate you'd been sat rather uncomfortably upon to leave the cramped cupboard and return to your group of friends.

"Shit, you were in there with Ackerman?" Jean's voice had been the first you'd heard since returning, to which you'd been left to nod. Though, a small smile on your face had spoken true feelings when he'd proceeded to ask how you'd still been alive. "We made up, actually." Jean's questioning expression had caused a chuckle from your lips, glancing over your shoulder to look over to Levi and his own friends. They'd been within the midst of a game of beer pong, and Levi had looked to be winning.

"I'm gonna grab another drink, want one?" He'd asked, and you'd accepted, watching him disappear into the crowd of people near the fridge. Somewhere on the kitchen counter had been a bowl of punch, surrounded by other forms of liquor and drafts. "Wanna join?" An unfamiliar voice had sent some concern over your spine, though when meeting with Erwin's blue gaze, you'd relaxed. His offer had taken you by surprise, but you'd accepted nonetheless, walking toward the table covered with plastic cups, Hange hunched over and attempting to concentrate as they clutched a small white ball between their fingers, eyes squinting before letting go. They missed, ball instead falling flatly before the lip of a cup, bouncing onto the wood and hitting carpet.

"Got another player!" Erwin had announced, but before you'd been able to participate, you'd felt a cold and sticky liquid coat your side, dripping over your arm and hip. Mouth wide and brows raised, your gaze shot to the perpetrator - a sorry looking Jean. "Fuck." He spoke, placing the cup down beside others on the table and reaching toward you, though hands falling short as he'd realised he didn't have the resources to clean the liquor from your shirt. So, he'd instead stood with arms out before him, fingers spread and expression questioning his own next move. "Come on, brat. I'll get you a shirt."

Levi had moved from the other side of the table to beside you, fingers ghosting over the skin of your clean arm as he pointed toward the doorway. "I'll get you another shirt." The explanation had aided with your confusion, and as he'd walked away you'd followed, a quick side eye to Jean's red cheeked face before going along with the black haired male.

He'd taken you upstairs, walking past a few doors before entering one at the end of the hall. You'd questioned whether to follow or stay behind, but after a few moments you'd given up on the internal confliction and walked into the room. It had been neat, freshly dusted and vacuumed with a faint scent of vanilla in the air. The furniture had matched a black and white tone, a desk, bookshelf and bed, muted lighting emitting only from a lamp beside the plain coloured sheets.

Levi had stood at his closet, another door in the wall with many neutral toned garments on hangers, drawers beneath. He'd pulled a navy turtleneck and handed it to you, eyes shifting from the cotton to your warmed cheeks. You'd realised upon taking it that Levi had currently worn what had looked to be the same turtleneck, only in black. "You can change in the bathroom." He commented, a quick point toward an en-suite before crossing one arm over the other.

When pulling Levi's shirt over your head, you were encompassed by a scent that had felt alien, yet comforting. The scent you'd understood to be Levi's, one of ceder-wood; faint hints of bergamot. Lacing fingers with the hem, you glanced in the mirror, a tightness in your chest when glancing over your own body in something Levi had owned. The smell had been somewhat intoxicating - an intrusive reminder of whom the article of clothing had belonged to.

Before the events of that night, you hadn't spoken with Levi much, only when in the presence of Petra. She'd controlled most conversations and he'd allowed her to, quietly appreciating her, loving her. You'd admired him at a distance and until now you'd assumed the admiration to be due to his attentiveness as a partner - a form of jealousy. Though, with his t-shirt clinging to your skin, his scent lingering over your nose and your heart beating wildly against your rib-cage, you'd began to question how exactly you'd felt about the Ackerman.

Had it been admiration, or had it been attraction? Maybe, being Petra's friend you'd misjudged the way you'd felt when watching him, the way he'd expressed when you had conversed, the similarity of your opinions. With the apology and sudden new-ground between you, you'd known the magnetism you'd felt toward him hadn't simply been that of acclaim or approbation for his being - it had felt as if your body had formed some sort of crush. Though, you chalked it down to alcohol, and a new-found acquaintanceship.

Turning the lock and exiting the bathroom, you held the dirtied shirt between your fingers. Levi had waited atop his bed while you'd washed off the liquid and changed, standing with one arm outstretched when you'd walked toward the center of the room. "I'll wash it." Levi spoke, fingers drifting over the fabric while awaiting your approval. "You don't have to-" "Please. It's an apology for being so rude to you. Plus, you couldn't get that stain out without my help." Levi hadn't needed to persuade you further, the shirt leaving your grasp and entering his own.

"Do you talk to her anymore?" Levi spoke, your shifting body stopping to turn back and face him. "Petra, I mean." He gripped the shirt tightly, grey eyes locked onto yours. You shook your head. "You?" "No." Levi dropped his gaze, maneuvering to sit on the mattress once more.

"Aren't you gonna come down?" You'd asked while watching him slouch, still clutching at the cotton in his hands. He didn't answer, and in turn you walked to his body, seating yourself beside him. "What is it?" You questioned, but again you'd been left without a reply. A few anxious moments within silence had altered your mind, sifting through various shallow conversational topics as if your brain had been a filing unit. "Thinking about the most eventful seven minutes in heaven you've experienced?"

The joke had left your lips before you'd processed the statement, your body being left to cringe at the odd utterance. Teeth clenching, you shook your head, balling fists before turning to face Levi. He'd been watching you, an expression of either amusement or annoyance - you couldn't tell the difference with him. "Sorry, that was stupid-" The apology had begun, yet you hadn't been able to proceed as he'd taken over. "We can try again." Levi had responded quickly, a flash of hope over his countenance as he'd allowed such a risky assertion past his lips.

"What?" You'd questioned in disbelief as he'd taken the moments following to think, finally acting upon the impulse within his body. Whether it had been alcohol or a rush of adrenaline he hadn't been sure, but Levi took control when leaning toward you to place a kiss over your lips, pulling back to assess your reaction. He'd dropped your shirt to the floor, eyes widening and an expression of regret, though you hadn't allowed him to indulge within guilt as you'd closed the gap once more.

With a longer kiss, you'd been able to feel the softness of his lips against yours. A hand brought to cheek had caressed over Levi's pale skin, smooth under fingertips. He'd had narrow and sharp features, all able to be felt beneath your touch, the jut of his jaw, the smallness of his lips. There had been a buzz in your core, one you were sure had been partially caused by liquor, though aided by anxiety and excitement.

Your hand had slowly moved to cup at the back of his head several kisses into the encounter, undercut grazing your fingers. When introducing tongue and slipping fingers to sit between the locks at the back of his head, Levi had also allowed his hands to leave the sheets. A squeeze over your thigh, drifting to your hip. You'd given a light tug to the thick of his hair as a gesture for him to straddle you, and he'd taken the offer.

Falling with back to the mattress, you spread your legs to accommodate his frame, arms caging either side of your torso as he pressed his chest to yours, lips still moving leisurely with your own. As tongues roamed one another, there had been an influx of drool, a sheen coating each of your mouths. Spit from both you and him now merging, a fluid representing both lust and attraction toward the other. Levi's hand had finally moved downward and allowed him to tug at your jeans, a question of furthering the actions taken between you. You'd obliged nonetheless, fidgeting to undo the button and slide denim from your legs. He'd pulled back to kneel, fingers squirming to unbuckle his belt and undo trousers, until both you and Levi had been equally undressed, only the thin cotton of underwear moderating exposure.

Levi leaned forward to reconnect with you once more, lips working against yours as his erection had been hard against your slit, though each body still caged within the final layer of clothing. A roll of his hips to yours had caused a moan to erupt from you, uncomfortable wetness desperately needing more friction. You pulled back, hands against his chest lightly pushing against him to allow space. He'd watched you breathlessly, gaze threatening to drop to the glossy lips he'd wanted to re-attach himself to, though restraining as he'd awaited your question.

"How far do you want this to go?" Heat had risen through you when you'd asked, a small smile forming across Levi's lips, an exhale of amusement before he'd replied. "All the way." Reply whispered against the skin of your neck, you'd arched your back, goosebumps prickling bare skin. Levi had taken the movement as an invitation to slip his hand beneath the arch, fingers hooking to the clasp of your bra and opening the garment. Pulling back, he'd looked to you for consent, only sliding straps over your arms after you'd given a reassuring nod.

"Do you have condoms?" You'd almost choked when Levi had taken a nipple into his mouth, a moan originating deeply from your chest when he'd rolled his tongue over the bud, fingertips grazing over the other.

He pulled back to reach to the bedside table, fumbling around before pulling out a foiled packet. Once extending the rubber, he'd taken the last step of pulling your panties from covering you, dragging them over your thighs, slowly over calves until your feet had slipped through. For a moment, Levi watched over you to admire your figure, though soon gave into temptation and lined himself up, a languid slide forward complimented by a hiss between his teeth. "Fuck." Levi's curse had caused you to clench over him, a sigh from lips when he'd pushed deeper. "So tight."

Once bottoming out, he drew back, picking a pace as he rocked forward. The stretch you'd felt between legs had felt good, head pressing back to the pillow beneath as you'd let out a whine. Levi placed his thumb to his tongue, a quick glob of spit coating the digit before he brought it forward to lay over your clit, rubbing circles over the nerve. You'd allowed a louder moan out, pleasure displayed through another arch of your back, eyes squeezing closed. "Levi-" Speaking his name had only encouraged him further, rolling into you while groaning, watching your contorted expression through half lidded eyes.

"Feel s' good." The praise had been slurred as your mind had been too focused on the sensations between your thighs to give a more coherent statement, lip catching between your teeth when he'd continued to rub over you. The build up was nearing an end, whines and gasps growing louder. "Shh," Levi had whispered, slowing his pace and earning a disapproving groan. "Unless you want everyone else to hear me fucking you?" Levi's comment caused your stomach to churn, though you'd been adamant with the boom of music and the bustle on the floor below that no one would be able to distinguish your muted moans from the music - if they'd even been able to hear.

"Gonna cum." Levi had gone a little faster after the statement, eyes locked onto your tensed face, only straying slightly to catch a glimpse of himself inside you. "Cum on my cock." His instruction had aided in pushing you over the edge, a coil within your core finally snapping. In return, Levi had groaned, mouth agape as he felt himself loosen, finally letting go. With both coming undone in unison, the moment had felt euphoric, a mess of whines and skin slapping on skin, breath panting as you'd felt yourselves grounding once more.

a/n: not really edited cuz i'm lazy, sorry !!

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