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The Promise | Levi x You

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors Do Not Interact, NSFW, SQUIRTING, Being honestly, truly nasty as fuck, dacryphilia, anal play, impact play (one consensual slap), vaginal fingering, degradation, Levi & Reader are switch.

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A sheen of his own pathetic saliva catches the glow of the room’s light, clinging to his chin with glazed eyes barely open in shock.

Your fingers still sopping wet from the gag you forced into his smart mouth, throat desperately constricting, lashes laden thick with his tears that are now yours as you delicately lick them away, sliding one by one down his flushed cheek.

Somehow he still won’t shut up.

But could you really say you want him to? Every word dripping off his tongue carried by his dark voice has you writhing for more. More friction. More of his touch. You’ll take it all. And you do, because you’re his…

“Sweet girl,” he raggedly breathes out into your neck, stuttering breaths against your skin betraying his own power struggle for control again. He’s actually trying to compose himself. He’ll pay for trying.

His jaw unbearably shakes with anticipation once you temporarily withdraw your urges to overpower him. Adrenaline seeps into his brain. Maybe he can win. Just this once. You’ll let him think he can. It’s half the fun after all. You can be sweet…right?

His burning skin is still pressed behind you, spooning you on the bed, arm snaked underneath your knee, folding it to your chest on your side. The forced vulnerability of your pose makes your mind reel, plunging you into the security of your own yield.

“For you, I’ll try.” Feigned meekness isn’t your strong suit, but it’s music to Levi.

“You don’t have to. Not like this,” he gathers up what you’ve offered you both so far, gently smearing your slick over your lips, painting you.

He has an obsession with the high of your body. The smell, the taste. He offers it to you and your lips part. His eyes never leaving yours with pupils blown wide like dark pools.

As soon as you begin to sink into submission, getting lost in his control, your eyes snap open and you call his game off. You quickly reach up and snatch his lower jaw through his lips, curling your fingers around his bottom row of teeth, holding him hostage and his eyes plead for mercy.

You sit forward pulling his entire body up by your bit. He shamelessly whimpers in your clutch, scrambling into a kneel before you, sitting on his feet with back arched in a sharp bow as you tower over him now.

“That’s right, Levi. You’ll get this pussy, if you make due on that promise. Now what’s my baby going to do.” His cock throbs untouched and he’s just as wet as you now. Your snicker fanning over the drying tears on his face. You miss them already.

He strains his voice incoherently on your fingers, you look on menacingly not even trying to hear his words, and he bites down in frustration.

Your other hand flys up, grabbing his hair and yanking him roughly back and he falls off his heels, ass flush on the bed in between his folded legs on either side of him with ankles splayed outward. The movement exposes his gorgeous neck in the dim light, lips gaping, lungs gasping for air like he just breached the surface in time. If his first breath is laced with the smell of your pussy, he’d die a happy man. He swallows deeply, throat bobbing in regret as he keeps his gaze locked on you from his side eye. It’s your game now.

“How dare you snap at me, Levi.” You unhand his mouth with a sneer, letting it fall open.

“J-just hit m-”

The smack echoes throughout the room and his head flies to the side in your follow through. He pants, chest heaving as you meet his desperate demand. The red mark already burning to the surface of his skin as he looks up at you through the side of his eyes again.

“Why didn’t you just ask nicely, baby? Now stop wasting my time and get on your hands and knees.”

He kneels further down, looking up at you with doe eyes and wet lashes framing the tender, innocent look on his face.

“You did this. Now, what are you going to do, Levi?”

He blinks away more tears in awe of you. The sting blooming on his skin, a reminder.

“God…you’re…s’beautiful,” he slurs between pants eyes locked on you, staring up through his lashes.

“I didn’t ask that, baby.” You gently tap the crimson mark on his cheek, causing him to wince and bite back a moan. “Now, tell me. I know you can.”

He blinks away the innocence in his eyes, steeling his expression as cold as the irises glaring up at you.

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you come down my throat. That’s a promise.”

As you throw your head back to taunt him your eyes roll back under covered lids.

“God, you’re disgusting.”

And with that? He’s had enough, lunging at you like an animal from his prone position, catching you off guard as you’re distracted with insulting him. He throws you back on the bed, quickly grasping your ankles, pulling you down flat towards him. Now, he hangs over you, straddling your thighs.

“Wait until I make you the same fucking way,” he growls, grinding into you, hips rolling, and he feels you through your panties, smearing your slick with the precum on his dick, marking you. “Or are you already? Sweet girl…selfish slut.” He laughs darkly into the air thick above you.

He encases your throat in his soft hand, squeezing gently and stifling your moan as he moves down your body, past your navel, biting you and dragging his snarled mouth toward your lips, taking one in his teeth and pulling, watching it bounce into place, slapping into your wet inner thigh.

You groan at the pain and his breath fans over your pussy, shaking before him.

“You’ve never broken one,” your voice trembles.

“What, my love?”

“A promise.”

“I don’t plan to, sweetheart. Not with you.”

He dives into you. Pulling your swollen clit into his mouth, sucking gently and still managing to lick in small, concentrated circles around you inside his mouth. He cries out at the taste and the heat and pressure of his breath nearly throw you over the edge.

A decade together and he knows exactly how to play you. You talk a big game, but he’ll have you screaming soon.

He releases you in an instant as you buck your hips into his mouth and he-

Slap. You violently jerk against his hand as an inhuman noise escapes you deep within your chest.

Slap. Your pussy practically cries out in return, running down your ass and soaking the bed before him.

Before he can lightly hit your cunt again you grab his wrist in warning.

“Levi, I…I-I can’t.” Now, you’re heaving.

“Folding so fast, hm? I thought you were better than that.” He laughs into your dripping slit and you clench in front of him while he nuzzles into your thigh, hiding his smirk and his moan of utter disbelief.

“You’re the nasty one. Look at you, I wish you could see yourself fucking clenching like that, God. You said you’d try to be sweet for me, right?”

You sheepishly nod as you release his wrist and he hovers over your lips again.

“Then behave.”

Your thighs nearly clamp down over his ears in reaction to his command and he throws them off, pinning them flat into the bed.

He growls your name in the back of his throat, seething. His eyes rake over your writhing body in disappointment. You’ll learn to listen or maybe you’ll just regret disobeying him this time. His patience has worn thin. Just like the line of your arousal that breaks as he toys with your slick against the light, mesmerized.

He licks his fingers and slips below, circling the rim of your ass. He pushes in unceremoniously. Your whines speak for him.

A beat passes and he waits for you to adjust-

“Well?”

You can’t be serious with that fucking attitude of yours…He’s tempted to break you with your back talk as he looks on incredulously, moving forward, resting his cock on your clit. The only friction you’ll get is the faint jumping of his dick with each pretty noise you make as he stretches you open.

“Well, what? Did you have something else to tell me? Or were you just gonna sit in your own mess tonight…you filthy thing.”

And with his words, more begins to trickle between your legs and onto his plush hairs below.

That does it, and whatever he had planned is abandoned…All that matters now is feeling you convulse on his tongue.

He pushes the backs of your thighs up, hooking them over his shoulders with his chin resting on the damp sheets. He’s half tempted to nuzzle the side of his face in them, covering himself in you. Instead he licks the fabric beneath you, then moves upward, over your ass, and deep into your slit. He pushes his face so far into you his tongue is nearly inches away from that spot that’ll have you incoherent in his arms.

His sharp nose nearly suffocated in your pussy and you have the audacity to grind against it, riding him shamelessly while he drowns in the sounds your skin makes against him.

He comes up for air, rolling his eyes softly open with heavy lids, and he peers past your lips, the dips of your hip bones, your hardened nipples, and into your eyes.

He couldn’t care less about how rough you are with him when you look at him like that. Pure adoration. He can smell the love you have for him seeping through your very skin. He can’t help but be soft when your eyes meet. So much so it’s hard to keep up the act. You always reveal your truth there even when you want to live out your filthy fantasies fucking yourself on his tongue. He’ll give you what you want. Whatever you want. As long as he can have you like this.

“Keep looking at me like that.”

You break eye contact, looking away.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, love. I wanna see you. Do it for me.”

Your eyes roam back into place locking the steeled gaze.

“There’s my baby. I don’t want you to miss a damn thing.”

Two fingers slip into your entrance without resistance and one deep into your ass. His other hand reaches up to your nipple pinching hard.

Overwhelmed at every sensitive spot on your body, you begin to shake uncontrollably against his thrusts, swelling against his fingers reaching so deep inside you.

“Levi.”

He doesn’t relent, ignoring you. You deserve this after all the shit you put him through tonight.

“Levi, please,” you beg and he begins to pull your clit into his mouth again while he thrusts into both entrances.

You grab onto his hair in protest, but it’s too much, too fast.

“Stop, Lev-!” You scream aloud.

He immediately pulls away in complete surprise, and the sight below him that catches his eye? The eroticism of it all has him seeing stars.

The first wave slides all the way down his forearm and his eyes widen in absolute shock.

“Fuuuck…fuck yes. Baby please, keep going,” he begs you as if you’re fucking him.

You look down in exasperation and see him with his eyes rimmed red with dried tears, the mark a deep red on his face, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for you.

As you lock eyes together again, another wave pummels through you landing in a stream on his tongue, down his throat, just the way he fucking wanted. Pretty.

He nearly bites his own tongue to catch all that you give while you thrash against the sheets, crying out for the love of your life.

No one keeps a promise like he can.

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Side to Side | Levi x You

Levi x Reader Smut | Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, Vaginal Fingering, Dacryphilia, Just being fucking filthy truly, Slight Angst, Reader is Fem Bodied, Reader is Switch, Levi is Switch, Squirting; this is my first smut piece so be gentle with me xx.

Word Count: ~3k

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He always has a way to find you.

When you’re drowning in the details, an endless stream of thought and worry, or any other crime life seems to throw at his sweet girl. He swears if he could take you away from it all, he would. One day you won’t have to worry about bills, or survival, and this temporary struggle will all just be some frayed memory covered up by better days ahead.

He never wanted you to know the life he lived as a child and his stomach turns knowing he might be failing you through this. A decade by your side and you both got laid off within a few weeks of each other. He can’t help but curse whoever the fuck is out there for this cruel twist of fate. He doesn’t want to see you break like he did so long ago…You can’t. He won’t allow it. Not you.

Levi is keen to always bring you back. He adores you in all of your seasons and he made a promise to you to always lead you home. His patience is unyielding and never wavers for you no matter the cost. Tonight is no different.

Unlocking the door with a gentle turn of his hand, he intends to keep that promise.

He finds you sweetly nestled in the blankets of your bed. Chest rising and falling in an effort to self soothe from the difficult couple of months you’ve had adjusting to your new job in the city after you lost your dream position. Square one with less pay. You deserve so much more. When others can’t see what he sees in you, he can’t stand the delusion, the outright downplaying of your talent. He wonders if you will ever know how brave you are just by existing. Still trying to find the best in your life despite the odds. He knows how hard you try despite it all. For yourself. For him. You’re meant to have every comfort in this world and he is determined to give it all to you in time.

Carefully putting away his things in your bathroom and changing out of his clothes heavy with the burden of work, he gives you a few moments of peace before coming to your side.

A dim light is thrown throughout the room, your only company while waiting up for your partner and a chastising glow looming over you despite your best effort to keep it together. Just for another day of barely hanging on. Fighting exhaustion was futile once again, as you were swiftly swept under by sleep. Finding comfort in rest started to feel like a punishment, the guilt racking through your thoughts with relentless force…Can I find another job that pays better? Are we going to lose everything? Will we be okay? And yet, you succumb to it against your will.

But God, does it feel so good to runaway for once. Funny how your mind can be such a blessing and a curse; your constant reminder that your life is on a razor’s edge of being completely fucked and a source of blissful escapism. An image begins to form in your mind’s eye, coming into view. Delicate hands starting at your ankle, slowly grazing upwards past your soft muscle and skin daring to slow even further as they become more bold taking a more dangerous path once they hit your knee, trailing over your inner thighs.

You don’t even need to see his face to know his hands. The masterful way he builds you up before even thinking about beginning his innocent touches…until they aren’t. Maybe they weren’t ever meant to be. This is the gift he can give to you with no money, no power, or influence. He’s just a man, your man, making his way in life the same as you and he will give his mind, his body to you for as long as you’ll have him. His touch is always there even when he isn’t. That’s how deeply you cradle him in your subconscious, adoring him even through your restlessness. The love of your life.

You shift into his phantom touch, chasing an impending high, what only he can do to you.

He catches it from the corner of his eye while he’s rinsing his face from the day, droplets falling from his lashes and the black strands just above his silky undercut. An arched back, your arched back, taunting you in your sleep. He shamelessly watches on from the other side of the room, drinking you in with an amused smirk on his lips. What are you thinking about at this hour, sweet girl?

Almost as if he asked the question aloud, you respond in perfect time, “Lev’, please.”

His eyes widen in awe at the sight of you and you break your fall from the bend of your back, gently wrestling yourself to your side facing away from him. The cover falling to frame the curve of your hip, leaving you fully exposed with your back on display and your ass mocking him from afar.

“Please what, love?” He plays into your hand with a burning curiosity, softly asking in earnest. You’re still asleep, but he loves to toy with you like this. Somehow your charm and wit beam even in your half-baked haze. He loves that about you. How fiery and sharp-tongued you are, but when you’re alone with him you unravel so easily, showing him only the softest and most vulnerable parts of you. Only for him. Your self proclaimed weakness is why he fell in love with you. You are so many things, but your duality endlessly fascinates him. He is often so controlled and constant while you are passion in its purest form. Hearing you call out his name like this? He’s done. He’s already yours for the night. For every night.

He slowly walks to the bedside, now only a short distance from you as he settles down into the sheets with his feet on the floor, twisted around to face you with his hand outstretched behind him, inching closer to you. Looking over his shoulder, his gaze over your body pulls him down so naturally and effortlessly, a subconscious force; something else begins to take over.

And then, he smells it. And he knows without your clever answer. Even after ten years together, your arousal hits him through his heart like it was the first time and he visibly shudders with a deep, dark inhale to test his theory. Like he even needs to, but he’d bottle you up if he could. Eyes falling back as he rolls his neck towards you and back in disbelief with an exasperated laugh mixed with a guttural, shaky sigh. A scent like yours opens up the most primal desires inside of him, and both of your troubles begin to melt away. We will always have this while we lose it all.

He leans in fully on his side brushing his nose against the curve of your shoulder and neck, spooning you softly, listening to your labored breaths and watching his baby break apart at her own pace. What he would do to crawl inside this fantasy with you…or play a part.

As soon as you sense him there, you instinctively push your hips back with a gentle grind, a soft moan leaving your lips, and a dream that has now begun to feel deliciously real. Even on your side now alongside him, your back begins to curve, twist and arch into place, pushing you deeper into his crotch while your neck cranes further into his sharp jaw, his lips now making contact with your ear from behind.

At your gracious invitation, Levi provokes you further, giving the production in your mind the shameless direction it needs, delivering his first line so softly only for you.

“It’s okay my baby I’m here now.” Tongue gently falling forward, he licks an unbroken line up the contour of your neck to the shell of your ear, arching in tandem behind you with a tighter hold. “I know how hard you tried to wait for me.” He catches your earlobe between his teeth, laving over the bite. “You always try so hard for us love, even like this. Come back to me,” he pleads.

You sigh and twist in response to his lowered words, ass flush to his hips. The dark tint of his voice drawing you in without a fight, bringing you closer to the surface by inches, but too slow for your liking.

His left hand snakes under your arm, meeting the plush skin of your stomach, passing over your ribs, and sliding over your sternum to palm your throat so lovingly that even Levi is overwhelmed by how sweetly you accept his touch and welcome him to your bed, your home you both made together amidst it all. Together you always make something so beautiful while everything else seems to fall apart.

He encourages your head further back, so he can finally look at your face, your expression flitting between pleasure and frustration as you breech the surface of your dreams. He engulfs you in his hold, pressing you close to the warmth of his body, reaching forward to kiss the edge of your lashes. At the end of his small kiss, he slides his open mouth backwards up your cheek, teeth grazing as his breath fans out over your skin. You meet him with the intensity and instinctively drop your jaw open to unknowingly mirror him. Even sleep can’t take you out of sync with him.

His hand leaves your throat, sliding upward over the curve of your neck to hold your jaw and temple against his own, burning cheeks flush together. “Come on sweet girl, come to me. Let me see you and those eyes…I know you’re trying. I don’t want to leave you like this.” His final words sit heavily in your mind, finally rousing you from the darkest shadow of sleep with your eyes opening in a haze trying to determine if you were really free from your dream when this reality was just as lovely.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” The words drip off your tongue and always break his heart with your sincerity. You’re always so saccharine coming to, and when you use this name he feels just as pliant and tame. He doesn’t deserve it after everything he feels he has a hand in putting you through, but the selfish parts of him relish in the endearment. Maybe he could be sweet for you. Or you, for him. You always are.

“I know love…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Never can. Don’t wan’t to.” His hand cupping your jaw drags back down your body, gripping your skin with more fervor than the gentle touches he left you with before. He moves to the hem of your panties, stopping and rolling his fingers in a small circle below your navel. You gasp softly at the abrupt end in movement, curling your body closer into Levi, grinding in a deeper swivel over his crotch in time with both of your shared breaths, hardening to the touch with each movement of your hips.

“Missed your hands on me, Levi.”

“Did you?” You nod weakly in response, at his mercy now.

“Where, love? Tell me where and I’ll give them to you.” He breathes into you, desperation edging into every word.

“No…I’ll show you instead.” He sighs out taken aback by your sudden dominance. There she is, the girl that can’t resist to lead no matter how much she may try to destroy herself with doubt. He’ll never let you no matter how hard you try at times. God he wished he could convince you even after all this time he still believes in you like the first day he met you in college when he thought you were utterly untouchable. Too good for anyone, even him.

But you’d never even dare to encourage his own insecurities. Your heart would never allow it. You’ve never made him doubt his confidence in himself, in you. He thinks about all those years ago when he first saw you. Young and so new to the world, hanging out of his passenger’s side window with your eyes closed and your head tilted back on the sill. Much like now. Exactly like now. You’re older now, but just as beautiful. Time has been as kind to you as you have been with everyone that has the pleasure of knowing you, loving you.

Your hand covers his own, fingers interlocking side to side like your bodies against each other now as they travel downward, slipping under your panties together, a moan leaving both of your lips in unison. Turning your heads towards each other, you look at one another with only pure adoration as the rest of the world falls away. It’s only you and him together now; soft moans and touches the only legacy to your name. Both sets of eyes turn downward, watching your shared movement, a silent plea.

With your hands steadfast and laced, Levi’s middle finger grazes over your clit first, and you slowly throw your head back, opening up the space for him to move forward and catch your mouth in a hungry kiss, immediately rushing into a stronger embrace through your lips alone. Teeth clash without a second thought and you both swivel your heads in the opposite direction to change the angle into a deeper, desperate kiss.

A single finger of yours lifts from his hold while your others remain locked together to meet him alongside your clit, rubbing smooth circles with him, matching his pace, sending a tremor though Levi’s body, vibrating your pussy against the lace of your underwear, the friction only drawing out more of your arousal and Levi falls apart.

“Look at you, always wanting to help, hm?” His response alone has you moaning for more of his words slipping through the cracks of his half-cocked smile. “Let me take care of you for once, my good girl.” You shake your head softly in protest and he lunges forward further, taking your nipple in his mouth rolling the plush of his lips until you’re straining against them, a pang of arousal throbs in your core. He knows he can edge you just by your chest alone, so sensitive to his touch, the movement of his tongue only heightening the sensation felt by both of your fingers on either side of your clit.

In a wordless response, you hook both of your fingers together, impatiently sinking into the velvet of your folds in tandem, slick pooling around both of your knuckles.

“Fuck, my baby’s so wet isn’t she? How long have you been like this, love? ‘M make it better for you, I promise. You waited for too long.” He says in shock while your scent permeates thickly through the air consuming his every thought. He only thinks of you now. It’s always been about you.

But this is not another moment without him you want to deny yourself of like so many that pass throughout the day apart, and you lead him further down still, fingers hooked, into your entrance that flutters while adjusting to the both of you as you thrust in together.

Gasping for dear life you manage to push him over the edge. “Make me wetter, Levi. I know you can.” Just when he thought he couldn’t take your smell teasing him senseless, your words put him into a panic as he lets out a low moan into the night air. You push him into a frenzy, hooking his fingers upward and he feels you follow suit inside of you, mimicking his every moment.

“I’ve got you love just hold onto me…Yeah, like that…I’ve been thinking about you just like this, begging for me, fucking yourself on my fingers. Using me. Wanna make you squirt on me like you did last time. Down my fucking throat, if you’ll let me,” he’s reeling with every grip around you both at his words. If he keeps talking like that you’ll scream.

He begins a slow thrust that you harmonize with so beautifully, following just behind, never leaving you without stimulation. The pads of both of your fingers brushing against each other. The pressure swells in below your stomach and you tighten around both of your movements, getting lost in your shared touch. He’s talking so close to you now, and yet you still can’t hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. Your eyes are both pinned at the movement below, breath hitching at his disgusting words.

“Do you have it in you?…How much can you give me? You give us so much baby what’s a little more…Fuck, just let me taste you again like that.”

He rubs over the soft ridges inside you, causing your muscles to swell against you both and bringing you alarmingly close at his soft taunts. You pull your finger from alongside Levi’s to relieve the pressure and bring it upwards in between yours and his lips. Without provocation, you both lunge toward the slick dripping off your finger, fighting over the last drop, tongues pushing over and past each other mixing both of your saliva in with your arousal, an obstructed kiss. But to get the last word, you shove your glistening finger into Levi’s mouth, pinning his tongue down, causing him to gag against the elixir you’ve concocted together. He pathetically attempts to curl his tongue around you while tears begin to gather on his lash line. All for you. Mine.

“You’ll get every drop once I get to taste your tears,” your jeer maims him and has him nearly biting down on your fingers lodged deep in his throat, his teeth leaving throbbing indents against the bone.

If Levi believes your smell deserves to be bottled and treasured, then his tears are your prize. How many times will you make him cry out from tonight or until the end in torment and exaltation? The anguished thought always pushes you to the edge, pushes you to crane upward and lick his tears breaking free while he hopelessly chokes on your fingers.

Their taste alone has brought a thin sheen of sweat to your skin. Sweet, salty, subtle. Just like Levi. And you want more.

As a challenge, he slips out of you trailing the remains of your dripping cunt over your inner thigh, to your side, and then hooks his hand underneath the back of your left knee, folding it upward to the ceiling and into your side, closer to him as he spoons you. Your obscenely wet cunt catching the cool air on display.

If you get his tears, he only takes in return.

“Give me your fucking pussy. I want all of you. Now.”

A loud moan escapes you in surprise while his eyes rake up and down you with his growl. He’s bolder than ever and begging to ruin you even after all this time. Promising. No matter what it takes just like every other promise he’s made and kept throughout the years. Always here to lift you from the pain of shouldering this life and all of its unpredictability, finding you and leading you out of the spiral of doubt and confusion, to your home within each other.

And you’ll let him take you. Until the end.

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