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enkas-illusion · 2 months

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Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Reiner x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Friends to lovers; non-titan au

Content warning: fluff, teasing, language, size kink!!!, smut, piv sex, protected sex, oral (f & m), various positions, overstimulation, kinda dom!Reiner, sub!reader, porn with some plot.

Summary: Helping college friend Reiner, who’s cleaning his room, but it turns into a friends to lovers type beat.

Author's Note: Hello, this is how I picture a millennial Reiner if he wasn't depressed as fuck so sorry if his personality doesn't match. Hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading <3

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: From The Start by Laufey / Rodeo (feat. Flo Milli) by Lah Pat

“How do I look?” You turn your back to the mirror, eyes searching your friend's face for an affirmative reaction.

“Thought you were here to help me,” he mumbles, merely glancing at you for a second before getting back to folding and sorting the pile of clothes on the bed.

“I ammm,” you whine as you take off the star-shaped funky glasses, swinging it in your hand as you make your way to where three boxes are placed on the study table next to the bed, “Which pile?”

He doesn't hear you, attention focused on the t-shirts he's sorting on the bed.

“Reiner?”

“Oh yeah sorry… I was certain I'd lost this,” he holds his football jersey up for you to see before looking at the glasses in your hands.

“Those are Jean's,” he answers as he points to the right box. You let out an involuntary chuckle.

“What?” Reiner asks as he holds a different t-shirt up, examining it before tossing it into the box on the left.

“Nothing… weirdly enough, it seems very Jean-like to own these,” you explain.

“Didn’t know you talked to him enough to assess his personality,” you hear him mumble, still faced away from you, folding his clothes.

“Well, in 3 years of college, it's not unusual to have a few conversations with friends, is it?” You move next to him, picking up the jersey he'd placed to the side.

“He's advanced to ‘friend’ now, has he?” He teases, finally looking at you as you hold it up to your shoulders.

“Aren’t they changing the jersey next term?” You question, ignoring his comment.

He nods and you smile at him slyly, “So, can I keep this?” He rolls his eyes at you in an exaggerated manner and you take it as a yes.

You walk to the mirror, putting on the jersey over your tank top. As expected, size ‘Reiner’ is too large for you and the jersey ends just a little shy of the length of your shorts.

“Umm, this actually looks quite decent,” you speak more to yourself.

“Okay, Adam Sandler.”

You simply let out a dry ‘ha ha’ at his joke before fiddling with the hem to make the fabric drape a bit more elegantly. You look up to catch Reiner in the reflection eyeing you, only for him to look away awkwardly.

“You know he has a crush on you, right?” He speaks after the moment passes.

“Jean? Oh my! I had no idea,” your sarcastic tone manages to break out a smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at you once again.

“It's kinda easy to tell! I can’t pinpoint it, but when guys like you, they act a bit odd… it's just the vibes,” you explain.

“Hmm,” he contemplates as he clears the remaining clutter from the bed, placing it all in the ‘Jean’ box.

You move to him, peeping over his arm, “All of this is Jean's stuff?”

“Yeah… kinda glad I'm getting a separate room. I may tolerate him as a friend, but I just don't want a roommate for final year,” he chuckles awkwardly, packing his boxes and shoving the rest of his stuff in his suitcase.

“So, when do you leave for the vacations?” You ask as you rummage through the Jean box.

“Flight’s tomorrow afternoon but I'll still have to leave for the airport by… 11-ish, I guess?”

“So you'll move your stuff to the new room after you return from home?”

“Hmm, the guy living there hasn't cleared his shit out yet.”

You fiddle with the cowboy hat you find in the box. Another moment of awkward silence.

“Do you find him attractive too?” He asks hesitantly.

“Jean? Yeah, I've got eyes, you know; he's fucking hot obviously,” you're the only one to laugh at your joke, “...but I doubt he's my type.”

“Hmm,” he's lost in thought so you just stand there awkwardly, trying to find more interesting things in the box. Something about Reiner feels different today but you haven't been able to figure it out yet.

“If you can really tell on a hunch… is there anyone else who you think might have a crush on you?” He breaks the silence again.

“Other than you?” You tease and he laughs awkwardly, cheeks turning red.

“Stop toying with that… you came here to help me but you're doing the opposite,” he mumbles, changing the subject and taking the hat from your hands to put it back in the box.

You giggle, knowing you've successfully made him awkward.

“Only here for moral support,” you take the hat once again, reaching your hand up to place it on his head. You bite the inside of your cheek but decide to speak anyway, “hmm… I get the appeal, you look kinda handsome.”

He gives you a crooked smile as he tips the corner of the hat down, “Do I, now?”

“You’re so used to everyone complimenting you by now… regardless, don't get all cocky about it!” you point your index finger to his chest, pushing him away playfully.

“Me? Cocky? I'm just a humble guy… What compliments? I’m completely bitchless,” he sighs.

Your fake accusatory tone turns into an almost serious one as you call his bullshit, “You got at least half the campus flirting with you, the only reason they give up is cause you don't bother pursuing them after the first date. If anything, you are far from bitchless!”

“Not half the campus…” he rolls his eyes, “...it's a lot more than that.”

You chuckle at this, “oh, so you’re aware?”

“I think if someone approaches you to sleep with them, believe it or not, they might like you,” he teases as he watches you go through the items in the box.

“Oh, so you just fuck them and leave them hanging on purpose?” you fake gasp and he moves towards you.

“Hmm… what's the point in wasting time like that if I have no intentions of getting with them?” he asks and you cringe at his words.

“Hey… no, I've always made my intentions clear with them, not my problem if they end up wanting more… What's with the judgy look? I don't fuck around that much,” he clarifies. You turn to look at him, only to find him eyeing the jersey.

You whisper a sarcastic ‘sure’ as he brings his arms around and it almost looks like he's about to hug you but he simply grabs your shoulders to turn you around till your back is facing him.

His fingers move your hair out of the way before gliding them over his name on the back of the jersey.

“Suits you,” he mumbles and it's barely audible.

His fingers accidentally make contact with your nape, tickling your skin and you push his hand away as a reflex. He doesn’t say anything and it's another one of those awkward silences, making you wonder why they've been happening so many times today.

“I'll miss you,” he says and you look at him as he moves away from you to slump down on the bed, resting on his elbows, having tidied up the entire room.

“You'll be back in about a month's time,” You reply, your cheeks feeling warmer due to such an out-of-place confession.

“I told you you were welcome to stay at my place for the summer,” he shrugs.

“I know, but it’s the last time I'd be able to attend those workshops… and maybe try for an internship while I still have time,” you sit next to him and he sits up properly to face you.

“Do–,” he stops abruptly, his face showing he’s fighting his own thoughts, “Take care, okay? Don’t be lazy with food or miss meals. If you don’t feel like cooking, just order in.”

“Yes, mother,” you bow, giggling. He rolls his eyes again before hooking his arm around you to catch you in a headlock, but you’re quick to move out of it, escaping as you get off the bed and away from him. He simply lets out a booming laughter at you predicting his movements, shaking his head as he leans back down on his elbows.

As the laughter dies down quickly, he lets out a sigh, “Can’t believe packing took so long, I’m tired.”

You try not to stare but you can’t help but notice how gorgeous he looks like this – the way his legs rest off the bed from knees down make his thighs look thicker than they already are, while his torso looks slender and muscular at the same time. Even when clothed, Reiner has the type of body that has you imagining what's underneath and makes you feel perverted for wanting to see him naked, imagining all kinds of dirty things.

When you look at his face, adorned with the cowboy hat, your stomach does a flip and you look down at your feet to collect your wandering thoughts, “Should I leave? You can take a nap, we’ll meet later for dinner.”

“What? No, stay,” he pats the space next to him and this time you follow him, leaning back on your elbows as well.

You turn to look at him only to find him already smiling at you softly. When your eyes meet, you mumble ever so quietly, “I’ll miss you too.”

“I’ll be back in about a month's time,” he mimics your statement from earlier and it’s your turn to roll your eyes. He laughs and you smile at him nonetheless.

His eyes wander down to your lips and yours follow his movement. He bites the corner of his lip briefly in thought, before mumbling a ‘fuck this.’

Your eyebrows furrow and the silence is soon replaced by the rapid beating of your heart when Reiner suddenly moves closer, almost leaning over you till your noses are only about an inch apart.

He looks into your eyes, searching for permission. You toss the hat he's wearing to the side before cupping one hand over his cheek gently. He takes it as a sign, closing the gap to kiss you hard.

Since you’re supporting your upper body on one elbow, your balance goes off when his bodyweight pushes onto yours.

This breaks the kiss and you giggle as you stumble back on the bed. Reiner straddles you, caging you under him before kissing you hastily again.

His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands above your head. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and you let him. It's filthy – the way the room is quiet except for the desperate smooching sounds.

He breaks the kiss when you're both out of breath, instead pecking your cheek before nudging his nose to your jaw and you tilt your face to the side to give him access. His lips latch to your neck and your breath hitches.

This is real, it dawns on you. This is nothing like the one time you'd shared a drunken 3am kiss with him about a year ago at a friend's party. A kiss that had directly influenced your crush on him to grow exponentially. A kiss that had been left unaddressed since both of you assumed the other would've forgotten, neither wanting to be the one to bring it up in fear of being that fool.

“You look so cute in my jersey,” his words break your thought. He bites your skin, causing you to whimper at the feeling.

“Rei– mmh– Reiner, wait,” you sigh and he stops to look at you, his grip on your hands loosening slowly.

“Do you not want to…”

“No! I mean– I do,” you move away from under him to sit up in front of him, “What does this mean to you?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I mean… are you just gonna fuck and forget me too?” you add bluntly.

“I'm not crazy to jeopardise my friendship with you just cause I couldn’t keep it in my pants,” he states dryly.

“Oh,” you fiddle with the hem of the jersey, recounting your next words in your head, “I… I've had a bit of a crush on you for a while actually, so I don’t want to be just another girl you sleep with and never call again.”

“Me too,” he confesses. Your head shoots up as you stare at him, perplexed. “Well, the feeling’s mutual. When we kissed back then, I thought it was only cause there was something unfinished there, you know? But now even after a year, it still hasn't faded,” he scratches the back of his neck.

You stare at him and he waits for you to speak. You clear your throat before finding a comprehensible chain of words.

“Then how come you still continued to fuck around so much when you had this massive crush on me?” you wonder out loud.

“The best way to get over someone is to get on someone,” he laughs.

“Maybe I should’ve done that too… college would’ve been more adventurous that way.”

“Well, better late than never,” he caresses your cheek. You shrug.

He pinches your cheek lightly, “But just so you know, I haven’t had sex in like five months now… it's when I realised I really liked you.”

“Oh my– five months? How are you still alive?” You tease, feigning shock. His palm covers your face as he shoves you away playfully, causing you to laugh once again.

“Then why did you never tell me about it?” you enquire again.

“Hmm?”

“Your crush… maybe we could’ve gotten together much sooner if you’d confessed,” You press further.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Your face burns up, “I– well, you know…”

“Yes, exactly,” he adds and it makes you giggle.

“So, what changed today? How come you’re so brave all of a sudden?” you egg on.

“Because I'm selfish,” he looks into your eyes, dead serious, “and jealous… I'll be gone for like a month, I know Jean's staying back as well… didn't want to lose you to him simply cause I didn't have enough balls to tell you how I felt.”

You snort at his words and he smiles at you. You hesitantly hold his hands into yours as you feel the tension dissipate.

“Reiner, you’re like my best friend… I know you and you know me. Be honest, am I going to regret this?”

You can sense he’s thinking carefully about what he’s going to say next. So, you wait in anticipation as your throat feels tight due to the nervousness.

“You know sex has never been that big of a deal to me… but if you want to know, yes, it’ll be different with you because I really do like you... You’re kinda adorable,” he kisses your knuckles.

When you don’t speak, he continues, “I know it’s not exactly convincing, but I hope you can tell when I'm being sincere. You can trust your best friend, right?”

You nod as you bite your lip in thought. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling your attention back to him, “You won’t regret it. Just give me a chance, okay?”

You smile and nod your head. He leans forward to kiss you briefly. You pull back to speak again, “It's been a while since I've done this… just letting you know.”

“Oh… we don't have to do anything today,” he reassures you, “I’m just glad everything’s out there now.”

You shake your head too eagerly, “No! I want to.”

“Okay,” his smile widens as he wraps his arms around your waist, readjusting your position with ease till you’re straddling his lap.

Your breath hitches once again as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, “I would've actually combusted into flames if you'd said no.”

You chuckle at this, shaking your head at him, resting your palms over his shoulders.

“Relax, it's just me,” he cups your face into his hands.

“That's precisely why I'm nervous,” you reply. He rolls his eyes again before pulling you into a kiss. His left hand is placed firmly on your cheek while his right hand pushes the small of back forward.

When he grinds his hips against yours, you feel how hard he already is. He pulls at your bottom lip as his left hand dips into the jersey to grope at the mound of your breast, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“Shit,” he huffs before his lips move down to your collarbone as you grind back and forth over his clothed cock. You pull away from him as you take off your jersey before hastily removing the tank top as well.

Reiner grins at you, quick to unhook your bra and toss it to the ground before cupping your tits and squeezing them together. You hum as you tug at his t-shirt to take it off but struggle due to his arms restricting the movement. He snorts softly before pulling it off himself in one swift motion.

You run your fingers over his bare chest, feeling flustered at how perfectly sculpted his torso is. Your eyes meet and you don't shy away, wanting a reassurance of his sincerity.

“Yes?” He questions as he smiles softly, recognizing that look.

“I guess there's no going back now,” you joke awkwardly followed by a laughter that makes it even more awkward.

“Why go back when something better awaits us in the future?” He smiles as he gives you a quick peck.

“And what's that?” your fingers find their way to his nape, playing with the fade of his beautiful blonde hair.

“A boyfriend who's whipped for you, can make you happy, keep you satisfied and is also your best friend,” he states all the while tracing his index and middle finger down your collarbone to your perked nipples.

“I don't know about the last one… I doubt we're best friends,” you suck in air through your teeth as you tease him.

“Right… best-est friends then,” he smiles and you laugh at him.

“That was horrible!”

“All my blood is rushing towards a different head… don’t expect me to crack good jokes,” he grunts before abruptly pushing you down on the bed and his lips are quick to attach to your neck, causing your laughter to turn into a squeaky whimper.

Before you realise it, he’s yanked your shorts away, leaving you only in your underwear. You want to facepalm yourself when you realise you’re wearing boxer briefs – not exactly your sexiest pair of underwear. He chuckles slightly.

“What?” you challenge.

“Nothing…” he presses his lips together to suppress his grin before joking, “Didn’t know you shopped from the men’s section.”

“Ah… I forgot you’re used to pretty thongs. Sorry to disappoint, buddy,” you pat his head in an almost condescending manner.

“Not at all, I'm not that shallow… it’s what on the inside that matters,” he smirks as he hooks his fingers into the waistband before pulling the fabric off of you. You smile at his joke but quickly find yourself getting flustered at being completely naked in front of him – his gaze raking over your body making it far from easy to keep your cool.

You push him back till you’re sitting up straight, raking your nails over his torso softly. You tilt your head to kiss him, cupping his jaw as your tongue slides into his mouth before you feel his fingers dig into your hips to pull you closer. You break the kiss to look at him, blurting your words out before your bravado fades, “Take off your clothes.”

He nods before getting off the bed to slide his sweats down along with his underwear in one swift motion, letting his dick spring free. You gulp as you stare shamelessly at his glorious cock, realising why all the women he hooked up with always wanted to come back for more.

Seeing him this way made you discover two things about yourself – one, you’d been dreaming of this way more than you’d realised; two, you might’ve just developed a size kink in case you didn’t already have one before.

You shift till you're sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hand out to him. He moves closer, his fingers combing through your hair before tucking the loose strands behind your ear.

You smile at him before your eyes break contact to instead look at his painfully hard cock, leaking with precum, waiting for you to take care of it. As you wrap your fingers around it, you feel Reiner grip your hair lightly. You lick your lips before enveloping them around his tip, sucking gently to test the waters.

When you hear him groan, you swirl your tongue around the head, making his grip on your hair tighten. Your left hand splays over the back of his thigh while your right hand moves to the bottom of his shaft that you can’t take in your mouth.

As you bob your head over his length with your hand adding to his unbridled pleasure, you feel tears forming in your eyeline when his tip hits the back of your throat a few times.

Admittedly, you try your best to keep up despite your jaw aching as his low moans fuel your desire but you let out a muffled whimper when he pushes your head closer.

His head that was lulling back till now tilts forward to look at you as his grip on your hair loosens as he tries to steady his hips, “Shit, sorry baby.”

You shake your head slightly before pulling away from him. You murmur an ‘it’s okay’ before quickly taking him in your mouth once again. You fasten your pace, sucking him in your mouth while your hand squeezes the bottom of his length tighter. You can tell he’s close by how he twitches slightly, coupled with how his thigh muscles are flexing.

“W-where?” he huffs, voice strained. You pull away from his dick, motioning towards your tits. His eyes fixate on your chest as your hand keeps on pumping his dick and within moments, your skin is covered with his sticky white load, trickling down the valley of your breasts. You squeeze his length till his cum spurts out completely.

“Fuck… holy shit. You’re so hot,” he pants as his hand glides over your hair as if to praise you for doing a good job. You lean back on the bed, resting your weight on your arms as you smile at him lazily, too tired to speak.

Reiner bends down to grab his t-shirt from the floor before leaning over you to wipe his cum off your tits slowly but you let out a chuckle when it feels as if he’s spreading it around more than cleaning it up.

Once he’s finished ‘cleaning up’, he tosses the t-shirt away before spreading your legs apart and getting on his knees in front of you. His hands rub over your thighs in a comforting manner as he smiles at you. You lean forward to kiss him and feel him pull you towards him till you’re sliding off the bed and onto his lap.

His lips move down to your neck while his fingers play with your tits, causing you to moan softly. His right hand abandons your tit to move down to your core and you squirm when you feel two fingers glide your folds open, spreading the wet arousal around.

“Fuck… Reiner,” you sigh, bucking your hips forward while your fingertips rake his back. You slap a palm over your mouth when his middle and ring fingers slide into your cunt. He continues to suck and bite the skin over your collarbones, leaving tiny angry marks all over the expanse of your neck while his fingers fuck into you. He chuckles at your attempt to muffle your moans.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to be a lot quieter…” his other hand pulls yours away from your lips before gripping over your jaw, “if you don’t want anyone to hear your pretty voice.”

He kisses you fervently, shoving his tongue into your mouth to stifle your moans quite effectively, except the noise is now replaced with the wet kisses and his fingers pumping in and out of you ruthlessly.

Your nails dig into his shoulders to steady yourself as you break the kiss, your chest heaving as you look at him with a fucked out expression, lips connected with a thin string of saliva that disappears just as quickly as it forms.

“Shit… I can’t wait any longer. Please let me fuck you?” he asks as he kisses your cheek softly. You nod as you follow his action, kissing his cheek in return. His fingers pull out of you and you feel the sudden emptiness as he grabs you by your hips to help you sit up on the bed once again.

He gets up to walk to his closet. You see him rummage through it briefly before closing the door. When he turns around, you see a box of condoms in his hand. However, when he opens it, you see his face drop but you don’t have to ask him why when you see him hold up the single pack left in his hand and throw the empty box on the floor.

“And you said you don’t fuck a lot,” you joke, solely to make him laugh.

Instead he rolls his eyes at you again before defending himself, “I don’t… if I did, I’d have tons of 'em lying around, just in case.”

“Whatever you say, buddy,” you tease again as you move back to lie down fully on the mattress, “just fuck me right and all’s forgiven.”

“Bet on it,” he grins like an idiot and quickly puts the condom on before climbing on top of you. He grabs one of the spare pillows to place it under your lower back. You lift your hips up and let him readjust your position to his liking, till his knees are hooked under your thighs to keep them wide open.

“Ready?” he asks as he glides his tip over your folds to collect your slick before lining it up at your entrance.

You huff out a ‘mhmm’ as you nod your head, accompanied with a nervous giggle. He leans down to give you a quick peck before whispering against your lips, “Breathe…gonna make you feel so good.”

As his tip pushes into your hole, you suck in a deep breath that turns into a constricted exhale when you feel him slowly push deeper into you.

“Ahh– Rei– oh god,” Your eyebrows knit as your hands find their way to his chest, nails digging into his flesh shakily.

“Too much? Fuck– want me to stop?” he huffs, trying not to lose his composure at how your walls are fluttering around him.

“No… please keep going,” you beg desperately as your arms hook around his shoulders. He nods and you close your eyes.

He kisses your temple as he slowly continues to push inside you, “Breathe baby, relax.”

Reiner rests his forehead against yours as his ragged breaths fan your face and you can tell he's trying his best to be gentle with you.

“Oh god,” you sigh when he bottoms out. He shushes you as his left hand grabs both your wrists, pinning them firmly over your head. As he braces his bodyweight with his other hand, his knees push your legs further apart. He pulls out slowly before sliding back into you with an excruciatingly slow pace.

You whimper when you feel your walls hug his length tightly. He repeats this for a few more thrusts to let you adjust to his size. But truth be told, it has your patience wearing thin, wanting nothing more than to feel him rail your brains out.

“Reiner p-please,” you moan, only for him to play dumb.

“Yes?”

“Faster, please!”

“Like this?” he asks as he slows down further, enjoying the way your frustration shows on your face. He kisses the crease between your eyebrows gently and while the action makes you feel things, your sexual frustration precedes it by miles.

“Reiner, I swear to god, if you don–”

“Remember, you asked for this,” he interrupts as his grip around your wrists tightens, pulling out in one swift motion before slamming back into you. This makes you moan louder than before and you can tell he’s enjoying it a bit too much. His pace quickens as his hips slam against yours with an ungodly force. You cry his name out, mixed with lewd curses as your wrists wiggle against his hold to break free.

“Mmh– Reiner,” you cry and he leans down to kiss your forehead. You feel your tears trickle down the sides and you focus your blurry vision on his face. His eyebrows are knitted with a concentrated expression on his face.

“That’s it– fuck… tell ‘em who’s fucking you so good, baby,” he groans before kissing your cheek and biting your earlobe. You feel a bit more aware and embarrassed at his words, tilting your head to the side to drown out your moans into his mouth. He obliges as he kisses you back, alternating between shoving his tongue down your throat in a way that has your stomach doing flips and biting your lower lip before releasing it with a pop.

His lips find their way to one of your breasts, sucking on the hardened nipple and making your back arch. You try to wriggle your wrist again before begging him, “Reiner, let me touch you, please.”

“Okay, baby, whatever you want,” he says before his teeth pull at your nipple and your brain feels foggy due to the sensation. He lets go of your wrists and as soon as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, he wraps his arm around your waist. He pulls you to him firmly as he sits up straight, still buried deep inside you as you straddle his lap.

Straddling him like this hits much better and you find yourself clawing at his shoulders and biceps when he lifts you by your hips firmly before slamming you onto his cock with ease. Reiner’s lips are back on your neck once again as he practically uses you like his own personal fleshlight.

You moan his name with ragged breaths as your pussy flutters around his cock. He slows down, breathing getting heavier before he switches to grinding your hips back and forth. You squirm against him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

From this angle, you can see your face in the wall mirror. You lift your head up slightly to observe the way your bodies are moving together and your cheeks grow hot at how fucked you look, and then you look down to see the freshly formed red marks on Reiner’s shoulders – it’s nothing less than a porno, and you feel your walls clench around him.

“Shit– baby, I’m close,” he cusses as he picks up the speed once again. You close your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself as he starts bouncing you up and down at a faster pace. His cock impales you so good, you have to fight the urge to accidentally say you love him.

His movement gets erratic as his fingers dig further into your flesh as it starts to sting ever so slightly. He bites the skin over your shoulder blade to stifle his moans when you feel his dick twitch inside you. You hear soft cusses as his movement slows down before his grip on your hips loosens and he holds you in place for a moment.

Your pussy throbs, feeling incomplete as he pulls out before gently laying you down on the mattress. He kisses your chin before sitting up to take off the condom, tying a knot around it and tossing it in the vicinity of the torn wrapper. His hands make their way around your ankles as he bends down to hook them over his shoulders.

Your breath hitches once again when his face moves closer to your core. He places a kiss on the inside of your right thigh and rubbing soft caresses over your left thigh, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles and you lace your fingers into his hair. His fingers part your folds and you close your eyes, humming approvingly. He licks a strip up from your dripping hole to your clit, and your head falls back as you sink into the mattress.

Your whisper broken praises when he starts alternating between sucking on your puffy clit and poking his tongue into your entrance. Reiner laps at your juices relentlessly, making your legs shake. Your back arches when he adds two fingers into your entrance, his tongue solely focusing on your oversensitive clit. Your grip on his hair tightens and he hums as he continues to get you closer to your release.

“Taste so good, babe…” he mumbles between licks before sucking on your clit. His words go to your head and you chant his name in broken moans.

Your hips jerk off the mattress slightly as you push his head impossibly closer to your cunt, your entire body shaking as you feel your pleasure build up. He curls his fingers inside you, pumping them at a steady pace and you feel your legs twitch.

“Yesyesyes– just like that, don't stop,” you cry as you feel your pussy throb and twitch, your muscles squeezing up before your orgasm washes over you and you cum on his fingers. Reiner takes his fingers out with a big grin, generously slurping your juices up.

“Oh god, Reiner. Stop–” You try to push his head away due to how sensitive you feel but the man between your legs doesn't budge as he licks you clean. You claw at his hair roughly and he chuckles before placing a soft kiss on your clit and finally letting go.

Your legs fall off his shoulders limply and he gives you a satisfactory smirk. You hold your arms out for him. He moves up to rest his entire weight on top of you and you almost feel the wind knock out of your lungs due to how heavy he is.

“R-reiner… I'll die if you stay like this any longer,” you exaggerate and he laughs. He moves down till his head is resting on your stomach instead.

“Better?” he enquires and you nod your head as you caress his hair softly. You giggle when he peppers your belly with lazy kisses. He sighs in satisfaction as his hands roam all over your body with a gentle pressure, “I love this… staying with you like this.”

“I’m going to miss you even more now,” you pat his head softly.

“Should I just tell my parents I’m staying back for an internship or some shit?” The way he speaks makes you wonder if he’s seriously considering it.

“No? They’ll see through your bullshit like always,” you state and he slumps, groaning against your stomach.

“How am I gonna handle not being so close to you for a whole damn month?” he looks up to smile at you and you smile back. You're about to reply but freeze in place when you hear someone fiddle with the door lock. Your eyes widen as you stare at Reiner.

“WAIT!” he shouts as he gets off you, hearing the door unlock but it’s too late. He quickly manages to haphazardly cover your bodies with his single blanket before Jean walks in.

The new intruder stops dead in his tracks when he sees you next to Reiner. You hold the blanket close to your chest to prevent it from slipping as Reiner sits up next to you.

You give Jean an almost apologetic grin and he forces himself to recover quickly to avoid further embarrassment.

He clears his throat before looking at Reiner. “You forgot to put a sock...” his words trail off as he points to the door.

“Sorry, it just happened–” Reiner rubs the back of his neck as he drags out his excuse, but before he can finish his sentence, Jean mumbles an ‘alright’ before walking out and closing the door behind him.

You sigh as you look at Reiner.

“What?” he asks as he turns to lie on his side to face you, head resting against his bicep.

“I don’t know why, I feel bad for him,” you pout as you run your fingers through his hair to flatten the messy strands.

He wraps his free arm around you to pull you closer, “Eh… he should’ve seen it coming. He knew we’d kissed.”

You look up at him in surprise, “He did?”

“‘If y'all didn’t go beyond a kiss, nothing’s gonna happen’... so no, I don’t really feel bad for him,” he shrugs.

“Reiner, you’re a meanie,” you let out a chuckle as you shake your head.

“If not wanting another dude to steal my girl is being a meanie then sure, I’ll proudly be a meanie for you,” he kisses the top of your head as his arm traces your silhouette, lowering the blanket off your body along the way.

You blush as you lean forward to give him a quick peck. He wraps his arm around your waist, turning you over till you're straddling him. You rest your head on his chest as he draws circles on your back.

“Reiner?” you look up at him, placing your hands gently on his chest.

“Hmm?”

“I really like you,” you bite the inside of your cheek nervously. This confession feels a lot more vulnerable than the one from earlier.

“I do too,” he smiles as he takes your hand before bringing it to his lips to place a reassuring kiss on your knuckles. You giggle when he bites the skin playfully. His hand leaves yours to slide down your lower back before squeezing your butt.

“Shit– maybe I can pull out this time?” he suggests as his hand slides over to your pussy.

“No way!” you slap his chest.

“Ugh… fine… put on some clothes if you want to avoid that,” he slaps your butt, earning a yelp from you. He laughs as he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“Okay… let me go,” you try to move but he hugs you tighter.

“No, you feel so soft,” he hums as his hands move down to knead your asscheeks. You hum as you rest comfortably on top of him, tracing the muscles of his arm lazily. A few moments pass by in silence before your stomach rumbles, embarrassingly loud.

Reiner laughs, “I guess we have to get out now.”

“I’m starving,” you confess as you laugh back awkwardly.

“Good god, you’re so fucking cute,” he flips you around till he’s on top before kissing you softly. You feel his fingers wrap around your throat as his tongue invades your mouth once again. You hook your legs around his lower back and his hips grind against yours on instinct. You let out a soft moan as your arms hug his wide back, pulling him closer and he groans into the kiss.

“Don't do that… I'm trying my best to hold back,” he scolds as he breaks away from the kiss.

You trace your index finger down his torso playfully, “Maybe we can buy another pack on our way back?”

“Okay, let’s get you some food,” he kisses you hastily before springing out of bed.

You laugh as you follow behind him before making your way to the bathroom door. He hands you his towel and you’re about to step into the bathroom but stop when he calls your name. You look back at him, puzzled.

“Wear my jersey.”

~fin~

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Paranormal Activity | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: You visit Levi’s place of work for the first time & shit gets spooky & a lil’ slutty. 👻

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW, Fucking in a Haunted House because why the fuck not, Breath Play, Gagging, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Two Idiots in Love. Wishing it was Halloween already 🎃🎃🎃

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One glow stick cracks under your trembling palm.

That’s all you and your friends get to lead your way through the twist of halls drenched in shadow, looming beneath the fluttering entrance of tattered black fabric strips in the wind.

Levi somehow convinced you to visit him at work.

The cashier at your local haunt’s ticketing booth fit him so perfectly it almost made you laugh the first time he told you. Of course that’s where he works.

You still have a hard time seeing what he saw in you all those weeks ago.

Insatiably inked from head to toe like he couldn’t get enough. A trait you would later find out he shared with nearly all things as he licked your pussy for hours into the night. His tattoos gliding over his collarbones, over his strong neck, to the back of his ears resting underneath either side of his jaw. A permanent collar.

Levi was…intense. Even then.

Well, running into someone and sending their coffee-or was it tea?-flying, would throw anyone into a panic. But he just stoically stood over you in a scramble, stammering over your words, and he was fucking smirking of all things. Your floral dress flounced about your ankles, peering up at him through your curled lashes with innocent doe eyes.

He was fucking smitten from the start.

And he always likes to see you squirm.

Just like now.

Somehow you didn’t find him in the box at the front of the lot…Maybe you caught him at a bad time? Was he on break?

Totally normal to visit your boyfriend under any other circumstances, but Levi has been far from conventional ever since you first met him, working the front end for one of the best haunted houses in the state. It tops nearly every list and has a cult following for fuck’s sake. The thousands of people lined up just to get a good scare is something else, and you’re about to be-

“Next!”

And here you are, shaking in the cold as your knees knock together under your pure white skater skirt that flutters over the curve of your thighs in the fall breeze. A voice rips you from your anxious haze yet again.

“Remember, stay together. There’s no signs in there, so the goal is to find your way out using the glow stick. As long as it takes,” the host looks up from her stand with a wicked smirk cast your way, “And don’t touch the actors.”

Easy enough.

That was until your friends pushed you in first as they cowered behind you.

One has their hand twisted so far into your shirt that the collar threatens to cut off your air. Shit, I guess you’re really doing this. You step across the threshold holding your breath.

You expected it to be loud in here. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be loud?

Only the hesitant shuffle of your new black leather Docs that Levi got you can be heard against the unseen path before you. Your friends are already sniveling and whimpering close to your back.

The dark is so thick it feels like it presses into your open eyes unable to adjust to the oppressive lack of light.

“Will you please take your hand off my neck? You’re choking me!” You throw over your shoulder to your friend that’s already in shambles.

“Shit, fine. M’sorry…” The hand retreats from your back and glides into your free hand while the other holds the useless orange glow stick above you barely shedding any light in front of you.

“I can’t see a damn thing with this,” you speak into the air thick with a rolling fog.

In response, the hand in yours shifts, fingers lacing through yours in a tighter hold.

“Don’t tell me you’re that fucking scared you’re holding my hand right now…You’re ridiculous,” you attempt to cast over your shoulder with a roll of your eyes. The faint light of the glow stick illuminating your friend’s face of utter shock as they quietly mouth “what are you talking about?” Panic breaks over their features and pummels through your body.

The deft fingers immediately slip from your hold as if they were never there. Just smoke slipping through your hands and you nearly vault into the air. The shockwave of your reaction ripples through your line of friends that nearly run in all directions as they let out their first screams into the night.

A breathy, disembodied laugh escapes into the air as if they were a prize to be won.

“Fuck! What was that?!” Another friend cries out in desperation while the darkness begins to swallow you all whole.

“Me?” Is breathed onto your neck so sinister and alluring that you can feel the heat of their tongue nearly inches away.

You whip your head around in the direction of that voice again, frantically searching to find nothing. The orange glow of your sole light source is just mocking you alongside the voice now.

Your friends lurch forward in a panic, knocking the light out of your hands that goes flying only to cast the shadow of something on all fours slinking away like a creature in the night.

Unable to fight their impulses, they bolt on instinct, picking up the stick, nearly dropping it again, and taking off in front of you as you scramble to catch up around the next corner.

As the dull glow disappears around the wall, you’re left panting in the dark.

Reaching out in front of you helplessly in the shadows.

Not a soul behind you.

The air is so thick with torment and there’s nothing you can do but grope the empty space in front of you in distress.

Your breaths begin to pick up. You thought you could handle this before.

But alone like this in deafening silence? It’s fucking torture.

The tense atmosphere shifts alongside you, a presence detected, and that heat on your neck again, words dripping down your spine-

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this? Hm? Aren’t you scared, sweetheart?”

“Levi!” You’d know that dark voice anywhere.

“He’s not here, but I can be,” the voice purrs in your ear with a grin.

You reach a hand back to run your hand through the dark hair behind you, and a hand snatches your wrist mid air pinning it to the small of your back. Your fingers flex outstretched chasing the smoke before it speaks again.

“I can help you…if you want. But…you’ll have to help me too,” the muffled voice is far too innocent, sending a shiver through you.

“Oh fuck off and get me out of here,” you sneer and you can feel lips curl back against your neck in a dark grin at your attitude. Teeth grazing over your pulse point, thrumming at a dangerous pace under their heavy gaze.

“That’s not how good girls speak, now is it?” The specter punctuates by licking a long stripe up the side of your exposed throat and you whine against the hold. The grip releases you back into the darkness.

Alone again.

Your boots scuffing the floor in an attempt to ground you in the twisting black.

No sight of a glow or your friends. Maybe they really did get swallowed whole.

An uncomfortable silence scratches at your ears.

Or…was that nails dragging down the metal hallway, endlessly echoing all around you, entrapping you in the sound?

“White, hm?” Sinks into your ear, replacing the cacophony with horrifying clarity.

“Yeah…and?”

A demonically low snicker fills the space between wet lips and your jaw.

“You would wear a white mini dress in a fucking haunted house.”

You have the audacity to scoff in the face of the faceless danger.

“But with the boots too? Shit, don’t tell me you wore them for me.” Lips are licked in a ravenous snarl. “Maybe I’ll let it slide…this time.”

A blaring noise rips through all around you like a truck slamming on its breaks. A bright red flash of light illuminates the silhouette now in front of you. Smiling so devilishly wide with a glint in silver slits for eyes. You find a scream threatening to burst forth from your chest at the sudden shock in contrast to the near pin drop silence from before. But it doesn’t come out. Not yet.

The lights begin to strobe so quickly that you only see him in fractions.

Frame by frame he moves so slow to you.

Dark synth chords are triggered alongside the lights above you, wrapping you in a sensory overload.

Before you can make sense of it all, those lithe fingers graze at the ends of your skirt to the back of your thighs, meeting the crease of your ass, and taking a handful of you as the fabric drapes over his wrists.

You’re panting into his exposed collarbone for dear life and he moves his lips next to your ear, nipping.

“Are you scared?”

“It’s gonna—hah—take more…than that to scare me.”

“Is that so?”

He lifts you with ease, pushing you up the wall as your boots clack against each other. You wrap against him so tightly that he feels your every shiver. Not scared huh…

As you grind down into him he dares to push you back further and a trap door opens behind you. The flimsy wooden door swings on its hinges as he steps in and it loudly slams shut.

You’re in a trick room no bigger than 4 feet across with a small shelf built into the side. He rests you there with your feet dangling off as your heels lock against his waist and pull him in close.

“You little liar,” you growl through your teeth, “A cashier?? You really are a menace, aren’t you?”

“Mmm I’ll be whatever you want me to be, if you still want my help.”

“Oh, I’m indebted to you now? Got it.”

“Hey, your friends ditched you. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. It’s either me getting you out of here or you’ll be alone again.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me?”

“You were hyperventilating.”

“I wasn’t-you don’t-I was just catching my breath.”

Another buzzer tears through the maze sending a bright flash of light over you both, catching each of Levi’s piercings. The bridge between his eyes…a septum hanging over his parted mouth. Two snake bites buried into the plush of his lower lip as his tongue piercing pokes out just underneath his smirk. He reacts to your eyes opening wide as you throw yourself deeper against him, shaking.

“Who’s the liar now?” He pries you back from the safety of his hold as he stands deep in between your spread thighs, pressing against the thin, straining fabric of your panties. They’re stretched so impossibly thin that your lips can barely stay inside the dripping lace, swimming in a floral pattern that casts a spell over Levi.

“Been thinkin’ about you all night. Hoping you’d come in.”

You feign a prissy scoff; face upturned. It’s apart of the game after all.

“Don’t believe me? I couldn’t wait to make you scream.”

“You’ve gotten a good jump out of me at best.”

“I’ll make you scream tonight. Promise.”

At that, he’s running a finger through your folds over your panties that are about as useless as that damn glow stick.

And fuck, you moan long and loud into his ear.

“Close, but not where I want you, sweetheart.”

He hooks his hands underneath your knees sliding you closer to his cock hardening beneath you. Your hands fly back from his neck to the small platform to support yourself. You arch back into him with a guttural sigh that shakes through your teeth.

“Not good enough, baby,” he exhales in disappointment and feathers a kiss against your knee. His hand slides down from your side, over your thighs, lifting your knees over his shoulders and he kisses the leather wrapped around your ankle in a grin.

“I know you can do better than that.”

You feverishly shake your head and his soft touches turn to scratches down your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.

He slides over those pathetic panties, gripping your hips and pulling down sharply to expose your cunt to the stale air of the cramped room.

Watching in awe of you, Levi nearly faints as a string of your arousal breaks in front of his eyes. He wraps your ruined panties around his wrist for safekeeping.

“Fuuuuuck, you really are a liar. Say you don’t want my help, but how the fuck were you gonna get out of this one?”

You move your hand down to touch yourself and he snatches your wrist again just as you dip in a fingertip.

“You really are a brat, huh? Trying to play it off with all these cute little skirts and shit, but I know what you are. I’ve heard you before. I’ll hear you again,” he sneers with a flick of your hem.

“Isn’t that right?”

You drag his hand up your chest in his grip and put your glistening finger in your mouth, tasting yourself so shamelessly that he has to bite back a groan.

His eyes widen at the sight of you. His black makeup smudged over the hood of his eyes and the bridge of his nose like a blindfold. The whites of his eyes now narrowing as he drinks you in are a stark contrast against the pitch black.

He pulls your hand from your mouth to take it deep in his own, moaning around you.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a brat, if you weren’t so damn easy,” you snap.

His eyes pulled shut in ecstasy from your taste fling open with a fire.

“Isn’t that right?” You mock, throwing his own words back at him.

He pulls your hips down so fast and flush to his as your back hits the platform underneath you. A gasp rings out with his name on your lips and it’s music to Levi. He grins as you cave so easily. Your knees draped so cavalier around his shoulders and neck like that damn skirt that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Bold of you to think you’re not the easy one here…When all you can do is pant my fucking name like that.”

You go to slide your skirt off, but again, he’s catching your every movement in his iron grip with reflexes too fast to release from.

“No, no, no, your skirt and boots stay on, sweetheart. But if you’re really that desperate, take your tits out for me,” he chastises with a click of his tongue that curls around his lips. That fucking tongue piercing matching the glint in his silver stare.

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head.

“Whatever will get you to shut that smart mouth of yours.”

“Your loss. You won’t get to see what else it can do.”

Before you can protest, he��s hastily pulling down your shirt, so the elastic collar stretches underneath your breasts, pushing them up your chest in your sheer lace bralette and clinging on for dear life. Your nipples straining through the fabric make a mockery of him and he latches onto one as you keen into his touch.

The smooth metal of his tongue piercing sliding over you and pinching you unexpectedly as he swirls around you and pulls you into his mouth. It has you in his trance. Right where he wants you.

He releases you wet and hungry with his lips parted in a pant of his own as he says your name barely above a whisper.

“Who’s panting my name now?” You spar and he accepts with a bite on your chest. Teeth marks shining against another strobe set off overhead and he smiles against your flared skin as he catches your eye in irreverence.

“Alright, that’s it. You’ve had enough,” you rasp on your exhale, swiftly sliding your panties off his wrist and stuffing them into his protesting mouth. You stretch a strap around the back of his neck and pop the elastic into place against his skin and Levi cries out thick and heavy as his own spit begins to spill over his bottom lip.

“Can’t even fuck me yet and you’re already a damn mess, huh Levi?”

He growls into the gag and nuzzles against your leather clad ankle. Hair hangs in front of his pleading eyes raking down your body as his chest heaves.

“My pretty…messy boy…Levi,” you breathe out as you pull down on his bottom lip with your thumb. His snakebite rapping lightly against his teeth and he just stares through you in awe.

“What are you waiting for, pretty? Fuck me.”

He’s bent over you so fast it steals the air out of your lungs with your legs pressed against your chest nearly pushing your breasts to your chin.

He caresses against your jaw so lovingly through the gag that it nearly breaks your heart to have to muzzle him like this. But fuck, if he doesn’t deserve it. He’ll learn.

He breaks the silence to pop open his buttons and slide his pants down around his thighs that have your favorite tattoos carved into them. Floral patterns that twist over his taut muscle and the solid bone of his knees. If he thought you were up to something with your skirts, then what the hell is he doing with these romantic ass flower petals and vines ghosting over his pale thighs? This man’s a hypocrite. Your hypocrite.

The thought etches a smile onto your face and Levi drags his fingertips all the way down from your laces, your calf, the back of your thighs. He lightly runs a finger through your pussy and how the fuck did you manage to get so wet that you’re dripping now? He nearly whimpers at the slick as you sigh in return.

Running his spare hand up your sternum he lightly envelops your neck in a soft hold. Just to feel, not to grip. He grounds himself there, feeling your heartbeat pulse against his touch in time with the synth of the dark hall. He looks up at you one last time for your mark and as you nod your chin slightly, he pushes into you to the base with a cough and choke against the lace wrapped around his tongue.

You let out a gasp and one of your hands flies up against the wall behind you. Fingers splayed out reaching for something, anything to hold onto while he fucks into you so deep your toes curl in your leather boots still wrapped around his head.

Spine arched you begin to squeeze him inside of you and his eyes threaten to roll back while his lids close in disbelief. He hangs his head heavy against the boots he bought you, releasing a harsh breath out his nose as you wrap him so deep in your pussy.

Your gift to him.

“Move, beautiful,” you praise him and he could die buried in you.

He rolls his hips forward, picking up a steady pace, and you feel the hard lines of his stomach through his shirt, working against your soft open thighs.

But it’s not enough and you want him to flex against your fingertips. You reach as far as you can around yourself to the ridge between his hip and navel. How can he be so plush and powerful at the same damn time? It floors you and you can’t help but fuck him back. Using the wall as leverage you grind down into him in a fever that causes him to throw his head back with a cry. You push him impossibly deep and he finds himself so moved by you as you work.

Your clear skin contrasting against the ink etched up each arm. You’re so sweet. Delicate and fierce. Too good for h-

“You’re so good for me, Levi.”

Oh fuck, here you go. He can’t take it.

“Fucking me like that. Just how I want. Always how I want, don’t you? My pretty boy?”

Fuck. You really do have him wrapped around your finger. He couldn’t care less, if it’s you and only you.

You reach up from his contracting muscles on his sides and thumb his cheek right under his eye, smearing some of his makeup. He leans into your touch with a strangled sound against your wet panties.

“There something you wanna tell me, baby?” You ask so innocently and Levi is seconds away from falling to pieces as you cup his jaw.

He nods against your ankle with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, heaving through the gag.

“Why don’t you show me instead, pretty? Think you can do that?”

His brow furrows, pinched up and spellbound as he takes both hands and wraps them around your ankles. He pushes them further into the pounding pulse of his neck.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” and you squeeze his throat at his silent request with the eyelets of your laced boots leaving purple marks trailing up the sides of his neck.

Levi’s vision blurs. Black spots fizzle against his eyelids and he chokes out a sob never breaking away from your heated gaze.

The way you look at him now…so openly adoring him as he falls apart in your grip…God, he loves you. He’d tell you right now, if you’d just let him.

He’ll let his body speak for now as tears gather in his lash line, threatening to spill over. You gently nudge the back of his head with the toe of your boot and the tears begin to flow over, dripping down past your knees. They slide further down your trembling thighs, kissing your cunt below.

They cut and carve perfect lines through his eye makeup, black grime streaming down his full, flushed cheeks and you could cum from the sight of him just as he is now.

“Are those for me, beautiful?”

Your thumb on his cheek gathers them there and hurries down to your parted mouth. The sweet brine of him pushing you closer.

“You taste so good, Levi…Fuck, I’ll never get over it,” you slur around your fingers with a smile.

The things you say sometimes, fuck, he’s never heard them before in his entire life. Makes his chest swell and his heart beat in stuttered skips. Fuck, he’ll be good for you. So good. Whatever you want.

He begins to muffle through the gag, incoherently saying something out of hurried desperation.

“You’re being so good for me, baby. Tell me. Here-“

You pull the strap from around his neck and the destroyed lace from his mouth, and he’s barely stringing together a sentence with his eyes half lidded, panting. Fucked dumb by the lack of air in his lungs. Ruined.

He’s helplessly drooling as he fights himself.

“Mmfucking p-promised. Mm—haah—mfuckin promisssed I’d-that I’d m-make you scream,” and he fucking smiles against your shaking hand as he moves to flip you over on your front, chest heaving against the platform as your ankles dangle around his waist in his grip. He leaves a matching set of marks from his nails on your thighs like the ones you left now adorning his neck in lilac blooms.

Your ass spread wide and thumping off his hips at a breakneck pace.

“God, your fucking ass.”

He slaps your cheek sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

That fucking white skirt fluttering with every thrust into your skin.

You couldn’t hide your euphoria even if you tried and he knows it. He has you now.

Your voice climbs in rapture as he slams into you, causing that spot inside to swell thickly against his relentless cock. Through deep pulls of breath and cries hissing through your teeth. He knows you’re close.

And he has to hold you now through this or he’ll never forgive himself.

He drapes over your back, planting open-mouthed kisses up your spine and to your nape where you offer him your throat so freely he sees stars.

Laying each of his fingers one-by-one until your throat is encased and head pushed backward to meet his.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear as his teeth drag over your earlobe.

He tilts your head up, so you’re inches away lost in him as your jaw hangs open.

“I’m-“

“I know baby, let me hear you. It’s your turn to tell me.”

You turn to meet his eyes and he gazes into you so deeply he might just steal your soul then and there.

Levi laces his fingers over your hands clawing at the surface below. He’s determined to send you flying over the edge at his mercy as he fucks into you without abandon.

The fog of his unbridled intimacy rolls across your vision and you clench down around him as you plead, “Pleaseeeeahhh-just-j-just kiss m-me, please, fuck, Levi, fuuckkk me…keep fucking me—hah!”

He seals your begging with a kiss and you scream into his open mouth while he fucks into you with a force that you can’t keep up with.

Nipples raking against the surface of the platform, rattling the walls of the makeshift maze. You cum so hard your contractions clamp down around him as your knees squeeze around his waist possessively. You’re thrashing in his hold as you fill his mouth with a wail that etches into his memory. His prize.

He can’t do this, watching you constricted in his hold, the fucked out look in your eyes-

“Let me cum. P-please let me. I’m gonna—fuck—help me, baby please!”

“Now. And don’t make me wait.”

He presses his forehead so deeply into your neck and bites against your nape, smearing his tears against you.

He cums so forcefully that he pushes you up the platform as his muscles tense and tighten in pulsing waves around you.

His face still buried in your neck as the heat of his mouth dampens your hairline from a groan deep within his chest.

He begins to twitch and flinch at every movement you make, coming down from chasing your shared high.

You reach up to pet him there and he melts, nuzzling into you. The cold steel of his piercings meeting your flushed skin still hot to the touch.

The affection causes him to twitch inside you and a small gasp leaves your lips.

As he pulls out a sigh escapes him like he never wanted to leave.

He can’t bring himself to let go of you.

Running his hands along your back, your hips…

He’s so sweet in the afterglow. Tame.

Your shared breathing begins to slow and you wish you could just stay like this.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple. Is he a damn mind reader too?

“After I get off. Stay with me. I’ll come get you.”

“My Levi, the softie, hm?”

“For you, always,” he breathes through a grin.

“Levi…”

“Hm?”

“How the fuck am I gonna get out of this place?”

A low chuckle fans over your hair and you can’t help but feed off of his energy, laughing at the sobering clarity of the position you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you up so gently in his arms.

He can’t bring himself to rush anything with you, embracing you against him for just a moment more.

“I’ll show you this time…like I wanted to. Maybe I’ll get another scream out of you too,” he smirks at you before opening the trap door into the darkness.

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