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Helsinki — levi ackerman/reader (posted to ao3)

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tags : alternateuniverse!cyberpunk, you're a netrunner, levi is a corpo, fixer kenny, levi makes you cum with your clothes on, top!leviackerman, protective!leviackerman, soft!leviackerman, gentledom!leviackerman, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, claiming, creampie, smut, technically a sad ending, i cried

word count : 9.2k

summary : Levi rescues you from your bad situation with your fixer Kenny. You just didn't expect to fall in love with him.

Helsinki: the one place on earth the nuclear war didn't reach.

The first time Levi sees you is on the subway on his way to work. He can’t take his eyes off you; the way the black bodysuit you’re wearing clings to your skin, the way your thigh high boots squeeze your thighs just right. But that’s not what captures his attention most – you’re pickpocketing people.

He can’t spot any chrome on you, but you do have an undercut and he immediately pins that you’re a Netrunner. It doesn’t make sense why you would be pickpocketing people if you were. He watches you work, silently walking by unsuspecting people as you grab something out of their pockets, even sometimes ejecting their chipware if they’re oblivious enough. He hopes you’re not brave enough to come near him, but he wouldn’t blame you if you tried.

You seem daring enough to approach someone who appears to be a regular corpo minding his business on his way to work, but Levi is anything but. He remembers being in your position a few years ago, only owing his success now to Erwin after he got caught trying to eject his chip with no chrome to help him out. Erwin had spun around immediately, using his Gorilla Arm to pick up Levi like he was a rag doll before he could even get the chip out.

Now he was on his way to work for the man.

You make a sudden move that catches Levi’s attention. You’re moving to get off the subway and he ignores his urge to follow you, to see what you’re going to do with everything you’ve stolen, but he remains in place – he has work.

—

You hop out of the subway doors, landing on the platform and pushing your way through the crowd of people waiting to get on. It was a busy travel day – perfect for looting to sell to the big guy. Managing to snag a couple chips should ensure that he’s happy with you, that he won’t skimp out on the eddies he owes you so you can actually pay rent this month.

You look around before sneaking through a back alley to avoid the cameras all over the streets. This is one of the only dark zones you know of and it just so happens to be where Kenny is located and waiting for you. You slip through the metal door after scanning your wrist, ensuring you’re not being followed.

“About time you damn brat,” Kenny rasps from the other room. You roll your eyes, ignoring the attitude you always receive when you know he’ll be happy to see you anyway.

“Managed to snag a couple chips,” you state, emptying your pockets on the table in the middle of the room. A couple chips, some corpo wallets they still carry around, and some small knives you managed to grab off of one guy. Kenny comes up behind you, placing his hands on your hips so your ass is rubbing against his crotch – you refrain from kicking him in the balls, used to how handsy he gets when you visit.

“You really earned it this time, doll,” he rasps in your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind as he does.

“You owe me five thousand eddies, Kenny,” you state, turning around to face him. He puts his hands on the table behind you, closing you in his arms like a cage.

“You’re gettin’ greedy now, aren’t ya?” He smirks down at you, his face merely inches away from your own as his Kiroshi Optic Eye stares back at you.

“It’s just what you promised,” you state plainly, managing to hide the attitude that wants to creep forward so badly.

He sighs and backs off of you – you release a quiet breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He turns around and rummages through a metal bin in the corner of the room, but you can’t tell what he’s looking for.

“I got a new Netdriver for you,” Kenny states. You internally groan, knowing immediately where this is headed. “Arasaka Mark Four. You know this shit is hard to get.” He turns around to face you, a small red chip between his fingers like he’s holding a cigarette. “I’ll give you four and you’ll do some netrunning for me to get two more.”

“Kenny,” you groan, “I need the five eddies now. I got rent to pay you bastard.”

“You hardly brought me anything. It’d be two if those chips weren’t sittin’ there,” he drawls.

You clench and unclench your jaw, relenting and stomping over to Kenny. You snatch the chip from between his fingers. “Let’s get this shit over with.” You ignore the dirty smirk on his face and walk to his back room where he’s got his set up, three monitors staring you in the face and a chair for you to lie on while he hooks you up. “You should be paying me more for this shit,” you snap at him and lay down on the chair with a scowl directed his way.

“We both know you ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he laughs.

You don’t comment on how wrong he is. You’re going to get the hell out of Night City if it’s the last thing you do and Kenny will burn without you. He slides his wheeled stool behind you and pops the chip into your neck where your hair is usually laying and lifts up the panel where your undercut is to hardwire you in. Your eyes gloss over when you connect, and you sink into darkness.

—

Levi sees you again on the same subway two weeks later, but this time you’re focused on getting chips and he assumes your fixer wasn’t too happy with your loot last time. You’re being quicker about it and simply ejecting them as you walk by without lingering as much as you did last time. It looks like you’ve got some kind of device in your wrist that lets you hover over their neck and pull it out without even trying. He doesn’t recognize it, something from the streets that wasn’t around a few years back and definitely nothing Militech rated.

You still haven’t made a move on him and he wonders if you’ve even noticed him or if you’ve determined he’s not worth the risk since he’s an obvious corpo. His tailored black suit and polished dress shoes give it away, along with his crisp undercut that he always keeps styled the way he likes it. Levi has always been this way; clean and polished. It’s helped him more times than he can count when he was running like you.

The subway stops and you’re moving to get out again – this time Levi follows you. He can’t ignore the urge after seeing you a second time and calls Erwin as he’s stepping off.

“Levi?” Erwin answers immediately – Levi rarely calls.

“I’m going to be late. Something came up,” he doesn’t bother with an excuse, too focused on keeping an eye on you. You’re wearing a black cropped jacket today and you’ve put the hood over your head, hiding your features, but he’s already observed you enough to remember your intriguing appearance.

“You okay?” Levi hears shuffling on the other line, assuming Erwin is packing his stuff in case he needs help.

“I’m good. Don’t interrupt your own shit. I’ll be there soon.” Levi hangs up the phone before he can respond.

—

You’re practically running at this point. You’ve gained the attention of a fucking corpo and he’s on your ass – he thinks he’s being stealthy, but you feel like he’s breathing down your neck. Your hood is up, hiding the Arasaka chip Kenny had left in your neck and you’re trying your best to act as if the man behind you isn’t freaking you the fuck out.

You spot an alleyway that you know has a blind spot and make an abrupt turn, hoping he’ll follow you inside. You spin around when you feel his presence close in, a dagger gripped in your hand. He stops in place as soon as you spin around and raise your dagger in attempts to press it against his neck and question him, but he quickly blocks it with his arm, your dagger coming into contact with metal – he’s got chrome, and he’s smart enough to fucking hide it.

You drop your dagger into your other hand and flip it so you can try and slash at him, causing your hood to fall back onto your shoulders as he grabs your wrist so hard the dagger drops to the ground.

“Stop,” he grits out, squeezing both of your wrists and looking at you with a dark rage in his eyes.

You stop struggling, realizing your own strength is hopeless to whatever chrome he has going on underneath that suit. “Why are you following me?” you snap, eyebrows furrowed with anger.

“I just wanna talk,” he supplies unhelpfully.

“Why should I talk to some corpo scum?” you scoff at him. He’s still holding your wrists painfully hard – you know you’ll bruise, but you keep your expression vexed.

“Who’s your fixer?” he ignores your insult, instead scowling when you start struggling again.

“Let me go, you fucking gonk,” you spit at him. You try to hide your surprise when he actually does, stumbling back slightly with wide eyes and looking up at him.

“I know you’re not a fucking joytoy, and you sure as hell aren’t a weefle,” he states as he crosses his arms and stares you down. “So who the hell is your fixer?”

“Why the hell do you care?” You cross your arms defiantly – you’ll die before you rat Kenny out, or else you’ll be dead anyway. “You don’t look like you work for Arasaka, and it’s definitely not Militech, so who the fuck are you?”

He ignores your questions again – you’re getting really tired of that. “You’ve been chippin’ people on that subway since two weeks ago. Just give me his handle – not like I know where every fixer in this city is.”

You stare him down. He’s clearly not a normal corpo – he has too many skills to be one – and he’s been watching you without you even realizing it. For all you know he could know where Kenny is anyway. “What’s your name?” you ask instead, avoiding his question now. If he wants you to trust him you’re going to need a hell of a lot more information.

“Levi,” he states plainly, without hesitation. “Yours?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Ace.” Nobody calls you by your real name anymore anyway.

Levi pauses for a moment. “Ace. If you don’t want to tell me who your fixer is then come with me instead.”

“Now I know you’re fucking delusional,” you laugh. “You think he won’t have my head for missing one of my meetings? I’m already late because of you.”

“Fine. I’ll give you five thousand eddies to meet me at Riot tonight,” he promises.

You can’t help it when your jaw drops. “I’m not a member, if you haven’t guessed already, and five thousand eddies is a little fucking ridiculous just for me to meet you there. What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he smirks at you. “I’ll send twenty-five-hundred now and you’ll get the second half when I see you there – plus whatever you want to drink or eat, on me.”

You scowl at him and press on the chip in your neck, sending your information to him so he can send you the money as you shove past him. Worst case, you get some eddies and you don’t have to do any netrunning today for Kenny and you just won’t show up to collect the rest.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he tells you as you round the corner and go into the streets.

—

It’s stupid, really. You shouldn’t even be entertaining Levi’s request of meeting him at Riot, a snobby bar practically made just for the corpo nightlife, but at least it was a public location with decent security.

You debated it all day in your tiny box apartment, sitting on your window sill and staring at all the city lights and advertisements that seem to flash nonstop. Five thousand eddies was a lot for you. It would take care of your rent for a month and you’ve already paid this month’s so you were guaranteed at least another here. You didn’t have to netrun for Kenny today and even though he looked at you with such skepticism in his eyes when you turned him down, he simply shrugged and told you he’d get his second best to do it – apparently there’s no one that could ever replace you.

Now here you were, walking down the streets on your way to Riot with a long, black trench coat over the outfit you decided to wear tonight. A tight fitting, black sleeveless cropped top hugs your torso, it’s collar flipped down and pressed thanks to the extra money you could spare because of Levi. Your black leather pants cling to your body, flattering every curve and making your ass look great once you would inevitably take your coat off. You paired it with a pair of heels and hoped you looked like you could pass for a corpo’s hot date tonight.

You spot him immediately. Levi is leaning against the wall right next to Riot, not even bothering with standing in the long line by the entrance. He’s more casual instead of his usual full suit, but he still wears a tailored black dress shirt that’s tucked into black slacks, motorcycle boots on instead of those polished dress shoes. He looks handsome now that he isn’t trying to fight and question you, and you feel butterflies in your stomach from your anxiety when he looks up from his phone at you.

“You clean up well,” he comments as soon as you approach him.

“Bold of you to assume I usually don’t” you sass back.

“Bold of you to assume I didn’t already know,” he rebuttals. “Take the compliment.” He holds out his arm for you to take after pushing himself off the wall.

You hesitate before you slip your arm through his and he guides you to the bouncer at the door. He doesn’t even speak, he just simply moves to the side and allows Levi to pass through with you on his arm as if it were nothing.

The interior of Riot is dim, only atmospheric lighting allowing you to see the stage and the bar where Levi is guiding you. You fit in decently enough with the outfit you decided to wear tonight as you glance around at all the corpos that are talking too loudly and drinking too much to even bother sparing you a look. You feel so out of place; the posh atmosphere is much different from the clubs you’re used to.

Levi leads you to a table in the very back corner of the bar where a large man with blonde hair and striking blue eyes is waiting for you, eyeing you up as the two of you walk. “You fuckin’ set me up,” you hiss into Levi’s ear. You should have been smarter about this, you should have had someone scope out the area before you arrived, but how would you have known this man would be someone Levi knew. Fuck. You fucked up.

“I didn’t. Relax,” Levi mutters back to you. He releases his hold on your arm and instead wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his fingers into your hip as you approach the table. What the fuck is he playing at right now?

“Ah, Levi,” the blonde man greets from the table. A waitress drops off three glasses of champagne, and one neat glass of scotch. She smiles sweetly at him as she lets him know what she’s brought. “I see this is our guest. Please, take a seat. I got your usual.”

Levi has you slide into the booth first, much to your dismay, and slides in after you, reaching for the glass of scotch on the table and holding the glass by the rim. He slides you the glass of champagne and you switch it out for a different one, only accepting to drink it since you watched the waitress place them down.

The man takes a sip of his own, so you do the same once you see it’s safe. “Smart girl,” he praises, “but we would never do that to you. Clearly, Levi hasn’t been very upfront with you.”

“He hasn’t told me shit,” you snap.

He looks at you with an amused expression, and then at Levi. “Well, I can see why you were drawn to her.”

“Get on with it Erwin,” Levi sneers. Erwin. You weren’t expecting so much hostility from Levi to be directed at him.

“Alright,” Erwin sighs and turns back to you. “Levi wants to help you out. Get you out of that shit situation you’re in just like I did for Levi a few years back.” Your jaw goes slack, falling open and looking over at Levi. “I see he didn’t get that far. Never mind that, that’s his business. The point is that you’re probably working for some scumbag fixer and you need out before you’re dead on the street somewhere.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, and then Levi. Their assumptions of you are right, that you do this just to survive, but you’re damn good at what you do and you’ll be out of here before you’re dead.

“We’re not asking you to work for us, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Levi supplies.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask skeptically. You’ve noticed not a single person has wandered back here for a nearby table and it makes you wonder just how much influence a man like Erwin must have.

“Nothing. Levi will take care of you, I’ll provide him with a little extra ED’s, and you’ll be out of your shithole apartment and taken care of.”

You scoff. “Why the hell would you do that? What’s in it for you?” You’re sitting there with your arms crossed, drink untouched now and on the defensive. This is too good to be true – nothing comes without a catch.

“Levi says you’re a netrunner, and clearly a good one if you haven’t been kicked out on the street by your fixer. If you decide you want to work for me I’ll take it, but if not then you can just live your life.” Erwin is looking at you with such unwavering confidence it almost makes you angry. He’s assuming you’ll just accept his proposal.

“What the fuck do you get for it?” You nod your head towards Levi. Erwin stands from the table, capturing your attention for a moment as he excuses himself before you snap your head back to Levi.

“You remind me of myself,” he bluntly states. “You don’t look like you do this because you enjoy it. You look like you’re waiting for the best break of your life to approach you every time you get off that subway.”

“I can’t accept this,” you mutter. “My fixer will kill me. This makes no sense.”

“Who’s your fixer? Give me a handle and I’ll help you,” Levi promises. You’re looking into his eyes now, flitting back and forth and searching for any dishonesty in them. They’re a warm grey, pupils large with the dim lighting of Riot illuminating his features, and you can’t see a single speck of insincerity in them.

“‘The Ripper’,” you mutter to Levi.

—

Levi’s eyes go wide, looking at you with disbelief. Of course you would be working for Kenny. The one man Levi hoped he would never have to see again in his life is the man that’s holding you hostage as a netrunner for him. He doesn’t know what to do, but he knows Erwin will – he knows he can do at least something to help you, but once you go against Kenny you’ll have to be in hiding so he doesn’t flatline you.

“You work for Kenny,” Levi states, furrowing his eyebrows.

Your eyes widen as you look back at him. “How..?”

“Same fixer. He’s uh–” He clears his throat, ashamed to admit it. “He’s my uncle. The bastard is a fucking gonk and will use you until you’re dead.”

“I know,” you mumble and reach for your glass of champagne, downing it in one go. Levi does the same with his scotch.

“I’ll get you out of there,” Levi states and settles a hand on your thigh, you bristle slightly before relaxing into his touch. “Erwin will know what to do.”

—

You’re running. You’re running as fast as you can with three chromed out guys following right on your tail through the streets of the city that Kenny sent after you. You knew he wouldn’t take the news lightly; that his best netrunner was going solo and that you didn’t need his eddies anymore.

Levi told you to meet him down the street as soon as you broke the news and that’s where you were running now, pushing through the crowds of people and getting cussed out as you did. You spot him at the end of the street next to a barricade for construction and you feel like you could cry from relief. He revs his motorcycle once you're close and tosses you the extra helmet he brought and you climb on the back, throwing on the helmet over your head and frantically rushing to hold onto his waist as he peels off.

You’re hugging him so tight as he speeds down the street you almost feel bad, but you can’t help but rest your head on his back as you catch your breath. He places a hand over yours that’s on his abdomen, rubbing his thumb back and forth. His voice sounds in your helmet, “Kenny’s goons?”

“He didn’t exactly approve of his best netrunner leaving,” you tell him, slightly panting from running. “He doesn’t know you’re involved. Can’t imagine the reaction if he did.”

“Good. You got your important shit from your apartment?”

“Yeah,” you sigh and lift your head off of his back to look around – you’re headed into the city center. “You really live the high life now, don’t you?”

“It’s safe,” is all he replies with, removing his hand to place it the handle of his bike again to shift gears and speed up. Kenny’s guys are long gone, but who knows how many eyes and ears the man has.

Levi pulls up in front of one of the biggest buildings in Night City and turns into the underground parking garage to park. He turns his bike off and removes his helmet and you don’t realize you haven’t let go until he’s using his own hands to coax yours off of his abdomen. “We’re here. You’re safe,” he practically coos. Levi gets off his motorcycle after kicking the kick stand out and helps you off, removing your helmet once you’re standing.

His hair is ruffled and out of place compared to the last time you saw him, cheeks flushed from the helmet pressing into them. He sets down the helmets on his bike and reaches out to your face to brush off the stray hairs that plastered themselves there, feather light fingers softly grazing your skin. He nods his head towards the door behind him and grabs your hand to guide you through the doorway – there’s an elevator inside. Levi scans his wrist to summon the elevator, not letting go of your hand once.

The elevator ride takes about five seconds before you’re on the top floor of the building – a penthouse suite. You keep your composure despite feeling like a sewer rat inside of his perfect apartment. There’s a loft area right above the entrance and a decent size kitchen to your right with the living space on your left that’s been placed on a sunken floor. It’s immaculately clean and slightly industrial with wood accenting the dark metals.

“I only have one bed, but I don’t sleep much so it’s all yours,” Levi suggests as he takes his shoes off at the entrance and moves to walk up the stairs. You do the same, removing your thigh high boots and revealing your bare legs and small socks. He looks you up and down for a moment, so fast you almost miss it, and begins climbing the stairs – you’re quick to follow. “I’m sure you want a shower,” he starts, “I’m not sure how many clothes you brought, but I have something you might want to change into.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks,” you say softly once you step onto the second floor with him.

“Showers in there.” He points to the only doorway on the second floor. “Use whatevers in there if you don’t have anything, and then uh… Come have a drink with me when you’re done.”

“Okay,” you squeak out. You feel like an intrusion on Levi’s personal space. You’re still trying to rack your brain on why he would do this for you.

He pulls a drawer out from under his platform bed and pulls out a black shirt and a pair of black boxers from a different drawer – you feel bad that you’ll be wearing his under garments. “These should fit you.” He hands you the clothing and begins to make his way down the stairs.

“Thank you,” you mutter softly.

—

Levi can’t seem to figure you out still. One moment you’re putting up a fight, practically snapping at him with razor sharp teeth, and the next you’re timid and shy, speaking to him with such softness he can barely hear you. He pours himself a glass of scotch as he waits for you to shower and wishes he could make you feel more comfortable.

It’s only a few moments later when you walk down the stairs, hair slightly damp still, but you’re clothed in his shirt that covers the boxers he gave you. You look even more beautiful than you normally do.

“Preference?” he asks, referring to his collection of alcohol where he’s set up a mini bar by the kitchen to distract himself.

“Scotch is fine,” you gesture towards his glass. Levi is positive you don’t know your alcohol.

“Ice?”

“Sure.”

He grabs a square ice cube and drops it into a short glass so he can pour the scotch over it. You’re still standing near the stairs, fiddling with your thumbs, when he turns around to hand you your glass. “Oi,” he grabs your attention, causing your head to snap up to look at him. “Come here.”

You slowly walk over to him, practically looking like a caged animal, and Levi meets you halfway in front of the large floor to ceiling window of the main area. He hands you your glass and you nod in thanks, taking a timid sip from the glass. Levi can’t help but smirk at you when you let out a small cough from the liquor.

You walk to the window with your glass in hand and Levi frowns. “I still don’t understand.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to offer you a better reason,” Levi responds easily. He can’t quite pin the reason himself, why he would go to these lengths to get you out of your shitty situation. There were plenty of people working for fixers as bad as Kenny, but for some reason he just felt drawn to you. You reminded him of himself, that look on your face when you think no one is watching tells him everything he needs to know. You want more for yourself, you want more than to scrape by in this hellhole of a city and Levi wants to be the one to give you everything you could ever deserve and more. He barely knows you, but he wants you to get comfortable with him; confide in him if you need to. He’ll easily take care of you and maybe you’ll make a name for yourself in Erwin’s company just like he has.

“I don’t want to let you or Erwin down if I don’t decide to join the company,” you sigh and take a seat on his floor, disregarding the couch that’s a mere five feet behind you.

“I don’t expect you to know what you want right now.” Levi downs the rest of his glass, setting it down on his kitchen counter before taking a seat next to you – on the floor of all places.

You look over at him, a certain gleam in your eyes. “I do know what I want.” You look away, out at the sparkling city lights now that the sun was going down. “I want to get out of Night City. Live as a Nomad or something, maybe even move to Helsinki where it’s not such a nightmare.”

“Those are big goals,” Levi sighs. “How would you do it?”

“I’d figure it out,” you mumble and grab the glass by the rim like Levi usually does and down your scotch in one go. You cough a bit just like Levi expected you to, but you keep your composure enough and set your glass down on the floor. He realizes you don’t have a plan – you’re just searching for an end to your misery.

Levi hesitantly reaches out and turns your face towards him with two fingers on your jaw. “You’re such a lost soul,” he mutters, gazing deeply into the colors of your irises. “Please, let me help you find it.”

—

You hear the elevator doors open and close, signaling that he’s home. “Levi!” you shout from the bed, frantically getting up to bound down the stairs.

“Do anything fun today, brat?” Levi acknowledges you with a glance as you practically run down the stairs, eager to get to the takoyaki he promised he would pick up on his way home from work.

“I crushed up my Arasaka chip,” you beam at him, proud that you’ve finally done it after a few months of living with him, and dig into the paper bag he had set on the counter.

“That should have been done earlier,” he chides and smacks your hand away from the bag. “Go sit. I got it.”

You smile and make your way to the couch, knowing Levi hates it when that’s your choice to eat dinner at, but he trusts that you won’t spill anything after two months of convincing him. He rolls his eyes and hands you your takeout container once you’ve settled in and he’s made his way over to you.

You practically devour the takoyaki and sigh with contentment when you’re finished, placing the box on the coffee table in front of you. “I want to show you something tonight,” Levi mumbles next to you, capturing your attention. He’s only eaten half of his meal, but he places the box next to yours. “Have you ever experienced a braindance before?”

You shake your head. “No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

Levi gives you a small smile – a rare occurrence you love seeing now. “I have one. It’s small, but I think you’ll really like it.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the cabinet under the television that never gets used. “I’ll go in with you.” He sits back down on the couch next to you and begins to hook you up. “It’s not an XBD, I promise. You trust me?” All you do is nod.

He hooks himself up and leans back into the couch as you do the same when he puts you both in.

For a moment all you really see is white, and then when your eyes adjust you’re met with the sight of tall trees surrounding you and blue skies that stretch on for miles. Your lips are parted in awe at your environment as you look around and finally land on Levi standing there watching you. “It’s incredible,” you breathe. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“It’s a part of Helsinki, apparently,” he tells you. “It’s an old one, but it cost a fortune. I hope it’s still like this.”

You finally move from your spot to walk around the area as much as you can, taking in the sight of greenery around you, enclosing you in with such a calming presence. It’s beautiful, the way the trees seem to tower over you like buildings, but you feel so much more at peace. You can feel the grass beneath your feet and smell the freshness of the air as you take a deep breath. It feels like you’re in paradise.

You look back over at Levi to find that his eyes never left your wandering form, and you make it a point to walk back over to him. “Thank you,” you tell him with the most sincerity in your voice. “This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and your heart palpitates. “You deserve it.” He slides a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him and into a hug where you practically melt against him. When you lean back your noses are almost touching, your breathing softer as you stare into his grey eyes.

Levi rips the headset off of him and then off of you before you’re climbing onto his lap on the couch. Your lips connect with his within a second, softly pressing against him with enough pressure as he runs his hands along your hips. He reciprocates with more enthusiasm, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face to tilt you so he can deepen the pressure.

You barely separate when you’ve run out of breath, panting softly. “Sorry,” you breathe.

“Don’t be stupid,” he scolds before grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you in again, fervently moving his lips against yours with bruising pressure. His other hand rests on your hip and starts to guide you back and forth so you’re rolling yourself against him, causing you to let out a breathy moan when your clit receives a small amount of pressure. Your tongues slightly touch when your mouth opens wider, the soft muscles dancing with each other as you grind yourself against Levi.

You can feel him underneath you, hard and pressing against the fabric of his slacks. You tug on his hair, feeling the rough undercut and the soft silky strands that frame his forehead. You’re only wearing a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, allowing him to slide his hands up your sides as you do the work of grinding against him. His hand fondles your bare breast and you’re already embarrassingly close as you grind your cunt against him, letting out a small moan as you tilt your head back in ecstasy.

Levi’s lips move to your exposed neck, suckling and biting his way down until he reaches a sensitive spot that makes you gasp. “Use me, sweetheart,” Levi breathes onto your skin. “Use me and make yourself cum.” You whimper and roll your hips against him, using his clothed cock to get you off shamelessly. You’re panting, and soon you’re seeing stars as you orgasm and hold onto Levi like he’s your only lifeline. “That’s a good girl,” he coos as you come down. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

“Levi,” you call for him breathlessly and he easily stands up with you in his lap, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries you up the stairs to the bed. He gently lays you down, crawling on top of you to continue his nibbles to your neck as you come down from your high. “I need you,” you whimper and weakly paw at his back.

“You’ll have me, sweet girl,” Levi promises and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside in a manner completely unlike him. His hands slide under your shirt as yours reach for him, to feel his pecs and torso; the muscle that flexes so taut under his flawless skin. He pulls at the fabric until you sit up slightly, allowing him to pull your shirt over your head and onto the floor to join his own. “You’re a dirty girl for not wearing a bra today,” he rasps.

“I hardly ever do,” you breathe and pull him down to meet your lips again, urgently seeking out the intimate contact. Your mouths move seamlessly together, connecting and molding to one another so perfectly you’re already breathless again. One of his hands wanders to your hips to tug at the shorts you’re wearing and you lift your hips so he can pull them down – you manage to kick them off with him on top of you.

His lips wander, drifting down to your jaw and then your neck, down to your collarbone and sternum as he leaves trails of his markings down your torso. He drops down to your lower abdomen, kissing slowly before his face is hovering over your dripping cunt. “You poor thing,” Levi coos, “you’re clenching at nothing.” He watches your hole flutter, aching to be filled.

“Levi, please,” you beg.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He places two fingers between your lips, collecting the slick and teasing your entrance.

“Anything,” you groan, “touch me, lick me, please. Anything!”

Levi loses all of his patience and thrusts the two fingers into you all at once, earning a large gasp from you that quickly becomes breathless moans. He rushes forwards to feel your clit throb in his mouth, lips enclosing on the small bud and gently sucking so you’re writhing from pleasure.

Your hand flies down to establish a grip in his hair as he starts to lick you up and down, flicking his tongue and giving you everything you asked for. Levi finds himself rutting into the mattress to the sounds of your mewling and moans, desperate to take care of you and give himself some relief.

“Can you give me one more?” Levi asks between strokes of pumping his fingers into you. “Can you cum one more time sweet girl?” You nod aggressively, feeling Levi smile against your clit before he resumes his sucking and licking that has you seeing stars as your eyes roll back. He inserts one more finger, finger fucking you with three now and meeting no resistance as you suck him in.

You cum hard, feeling your hips chase after your high as you practically fuck yourself against Levi’s fingers and mouth. He eases one out, using two to gently guide you through it and scissor you open a bit more before pulling them out completely. You feel delirious with pleasure, eyes lidded and flushed lips slightly parted as you stare at Levi. He rises from the bed and wipes his chin off with the back of his hand as he unbuckles his belt to slide his slacks off, taking his boxers with them.

You shamelessly stare, licking your lips to wet them again after breathing so hard. “Can you handle more?” he asks gently, caressing your face as he crawls over you again.

You nod. “Mmhm,” is all you can manage to get out.

“You sure? I want to be rough with you,” he checks in with you softly, eyebrows dipped with concern.

“Mm,” you nod, “want it rough.”

He leans down, lips connecting with yours and you whimper. He palms his cock, stroking it and positioning it at your entrance to brush it between your folds, causing you to shudder when the head rubs against your clit, the oversensitivity making you gasp. Levi deepens the kiss, using one hand to softly caress your face as his metal forearm supports him while the other guides himself into you, both of you groaning simultaneously once he bottoms out.

He’s gentle at first, ensuring you’ve adjusted to him before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, eliciting a gasp from you. The pain dissipates into blinding pleasure as he continues to pound himself into you, the only sounds being your heavy breathing, skin slapping together, and the lewd squelching from between your bodies.

“Fuck, Levi,” you choke out through a moan.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises. His movements are slow, but so blindingly hard that you feel that pressure building in your lower abdomen already. He pulls his hips back in an arch, and rolls them back forwards to stroke that perfect spot inside your walls. “So sweet,” he moans. He sits back so his hand can grab at your throat, gently squeezing the sides so you’re all the more delirious. “You’re mine, sweetheart. I get to take care of you,” Levi groans. “Just me.”

“Mmhm,” you nod aggressively, eyes rolling back when he pushes himself up to the hilt as hard as he can.

“Can you be on top for a bit, love?” Levi relaxes on the pressure he’s been using, slowly rolling his hips into yours instead as he removes his hand on your throat. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes and nod. “I’ll still take care of you,” he promises, a thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

He pulls out and you whine as he helps you up so he’s laying down and you’re straddling him. You sink yourself down onto him and let out a moan of relief at being filled again by Levi as he lets out one of his own, guiding you forwards, coaxing you into allowing your torso to fall against his and you bury your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso and thrusts upwards, hitting that sweet spot at a different angle that makes your head spin.

You’re practically drooling onto the pillow below Levi’s head as he keeps his promise of being rough with you, pounding into you so hard your vision is blurry, but maybe that’s just the tears that have formed. “You trust me?” he asks, choking it out between strokes.

“Yes,” you mumble deliriously, nodding your head up and down. “Yes, Levi, yes, yes, yes,” you moan.

His hand slides down your back and his thrusts slow a bit before you feel a finger gathering up your slick and glide back up to your ass. He gently prods your hole, circling the rim before he pushes past that barrier of muscle.

You tense up, lifting your head from his neck to look down at him as he slides a finger into your ass. “Levi,” you gasp.

“Can feel you clenching,” he mutters. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You can take it.”

You can’t relax, but he pushes past anyway and manages to get knuckle deep as he slowly pulsates his finger inside of you. He’s still slowly thrusting into you, his cock brushing your walls and feeling his own finger on the other side. You’ve never felt so full in your life and now that the pain is gone all you can feel is debilitating bliss, your breathing even more labored than before as you sit up a bit and push yourself down so you’re grinding against his cock and finger.

“Cum in me Levi,” you beg, “Claim me. Wanna feel you cum.” You clench around him, close to your own end as you frantically rut your hips down on him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Levi growls. “Gonna cum, baby, fuck.”

You clench around him as you cum again, white rings of your cream flowing down his cock as you roll your hips back and forth to chase your own end. You feel a wave of warmth inside of you as Levi lets out a whine, his cum filling you as his finger leaves your other hole so he can pull you down to him for a frantic kiss.

Your lips melt together, moving slowly now that you’ve both come down a bit from your high, and you feel like you’re drunk on him alone. You separate from him, noses still touching as you lightly breathe in each other’s air and stare. You know you need to get up, but your limbs feel like jelly and you just might collapse on top of him.

“Come on,” Levi whispers. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

—

You rest your head against his shoulder, allowing him to hold you up and wash your body gently with soothing strokes from his hands.

“You really want to be mine?” Levi's voice breaks through the sound of the shower water pelting the tile around you, uncertainty unexpectedly lacing it.

You lift your head to look at him properly, confusion evident in your features. “Yes,” you reassure him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Do you still want to go to Helsinki?” he questions.

You frown and dip your head back down to rest against his shoulder. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”

—

When Levi gets home you’re connected to the braindance he showed you, mindlessly laying on the couch as you visit Helsinki for the fifth time this month even after using it for a year straight. He quietly pads over to you and turns the braindance off, allowing you to take the headset off as you frown up at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you question, setting the headset down on the coffee table.

“I could take you, you know,” Levi suggests. If you want to go he’ll take you and then the two of you will come back to Night City. “We’ll visit – together – and then we’ll come back to the city. Maybe it can be a yearly thing.” He walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of scotch as he loosens his tie.

“You know I could never come back to Night City after seeing a place like that,” you mutter, standing up from the couch.

“We could go more than once a year,” Levi suggests instead. He takes a sip from his glass. “Erwin wouldn’t mind funding the trips. He has more eddies than he needs.”

You look up at him – you haven’t come over to him to kiss him hello like you usually do. “Night City isn’t meant for me.”

Levi furrows his eyebrows; confused. He knows you’ve always dreamed of seeing Helsinki, but he thought you were feeling more at home now – he gives you everything you ask for, everything you need. He’s here. “I thought you were feeling better about it.”

“I don’t do anything, Levi,” you sigh and finally walk over to him, still slightly out of reach. “I wait for you to come home so I can be your joytoy and eat, and then the next day is the same.”

He frowns. “You’re more than a joytoy and you know that. Erwin still has a place if you want to get back into netrunning –”

“I don’t want to work,” you cut him off.

“I–” Levi says your real name and he watches you flinch. “I love you. I… I don’t understand why you want to leave. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”

“Levi,” you sigh and frown down at the ground. “I love you, but what I want is to live in Helsinki.” You look back up at him and walk towards him – he sets down his glass – and you grab his hands. “Come with me. Live with me there,” you beg him, looking at him with doe eyes and tears forming on your waterline. “We could be so happy, Levi.”

God, he feels like his heart is being ripped out. “My place is in Night City and you know that.”

You drop his hands and he feels like he’s already lost you.

—

You never thought you’d be seeing it in person; the utopia of Helsinki – the one place with so much life, clean air and loving people. Levi had been right, they don’t let just anyone in here, but Erwin had managed to pull some strings and now here you were, staring at a giant forest of trees with Levi watching you from behind.

You turn around to face him with a giant grin on your features. “This is incredible,” you tell him, as if he can’t see what you’re seeing.

“I know,” he smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You spin to look around again, your senses overwhelming you when you try to take everything in; the feeling of the soft dirt beneath your shoes, the way it’s so easy to breathe in the clean air, the sound of birds chirping. Levi wraps his arms around you from behind and you sigh, feeling so content with where your life has taken you – even if you’ll have to be back in Night City by the end of the week.

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart,” Levi mumbles into your neck, leaving sweet kisses along your skin and on the nape of your neck. You turn around in his arms and reach for him, pulling him in for a soft, gentle kiss. He tastes so sweet.

“You’re too good to me, Levi,” you whisper against his lips.

“You deserve it.”

—

Levi unlocks the door, holding your hand to guide you inside. It’s more beautiful than it was in the picture, the perfect amount of natural wood and soft materials decorating the space – he knows you’ll love it much more than his apartment.

“Wow,” you breathe. “They decorate so differently here. It’s so calming.”

“I thought you’d like it,” he gives you a soft smile.

You wander around the space, touching all of the soft materials and running your hands along the wood that looks different than what they use in Night City. There's a large window in your living area looking out over a small lake with the tallest trees he’s ever seen surrounding it – the only trees he’s really ever seen in real life.

“I love it,” you laugh. “It’s perfect. This will be such a good week.”

He knew it would be hard, but he never thought he would struggle to force the words out as much as he is now. “It’s yours, actually.”

You pause your movements, slowly turning around to face him in the middle of your new apartment. “What?”

Levi says your name softly. “Welcome home.”

“Levi–”

“I bought it for you,” he starts before he can back out. “Your citizenship is being worked on by Erwin, but it should be valid soon.”

“Levi–”

“You won’t have to worry about working, I’ll still provide for you, and you can just live here to do what you want.”

“Levi, what are you doing?” You’re looking at him with tears in your eyes and he fears he’s gotten it all wrong.

“I told you I’d give you anything you ever wanted and I meant it.” He walks towards you. “I love you. I don’t want you to leave, but if this is what you want then it’s yours,” he chokes out. He would never stop you from living your dreams, even if it meant his own heart would be shattered – he knew you were too good to be true, too good to stick around him.

“I don’t know what to say,” you choke out, tears flowing down your cheeks.

He swipes your tears away with his thumbs. “You never were very good at accepting my gifts,” he mumbles.

You hug him, so tightly it feels like you’ll never let go, and he savors the feeling of your body pressed against his. His lips peck your forehead. You separate from him and look into his eyes with red rimmed eyes, irises glazed over as you lean in to kiss him sweetly.

You pull him onto the platform bed at the edge of the room and he eagerly crawls over you, savoring every inch of your skin as he tears your clothes off and you do the same to him. He has tears in his eyes when he pushes himself inside of you, and he can hardly look at you despite wanting to savor every last moment he has. Levi hides his face in your neck, sucking on your skin so you’ll have a few marks to remember him by for at least a little while.

“Levi,” you moan. He ignores you. “Levi. Levi, look at me.” He can’t. He can’t obey your sweet words, practically begging him to just watch you come undone like he always does as he whispers sweet praises for you. You push on his shoulders. “Levi,” you choke out again.

He swallows hard and finally slows his thrusts to a complete stop, lifting his head just enough to look at you. You have tears in your own eyes as you wipe away his. “I love you,” Levi chokes out, because fuck he’s never felt anything like this before in his life and he needs you to know before he leaves you here.

“Stay with me,” you beg him. “Please. I need you in my life Levi.”

He doesn’t say anything – he knows his voice will fail him.

He continues his thrusts into you and loses himself completely, mumbling your name like a mantra and thumbing your clit so you cum for him. “You’re such a good girl,” he finally moans, close to his own release. “You’ll always be mine.”

“Levi,” you mewl. “Cum in me. I’m yours. I’m yours. I love you.” You moan, back arching as an orgasm rips through you and Levi meets his own end with his cock throbbing inside you.

—

You lie in the middle of the grass field, staring up at the sea of clouds above you that sprawl across the blue skies. You’ll never get tired of this view; the way it seems to melt away all of your worries and slow your heart rate enough so you feel normal. You think about how you should make yourself a cup of tea and smile, remembering how much Levi loved the tea here from the fresh tea leaves they grow in Helsinki.

It’s been at least two years since you’ve seen him, his last words telling you he loves you and to contact him if you ever want to see him – you haven’t tried. You miss him so much it hurts every time you think about him, but you belong in Helsinki. You volunteer now at the local gardens, tending to the flowers and crops so your community can eat. You tend to isolate yourself, but you’ve made a few friends – you belong here.

Levi stopped sending you money personally, instead handing the task over to Erwin. You get it, you would do it too, but it didn’t hurt any less when you received a message from Erwin letting you know.

You’ll probably never see him again and you have to live with your choices with no regrets, but you can’t help it when your mind lingers on thoughts of him. No one will ever come close, you’ll never love anyone else, but you hope he’s tried to move on from you all the same.

—

But Levi never did move on from you.

He spent most of his idle time thinking of you, thinking of how you looked in his clothes and how sweet you were to him; how beautiful you always were and always would be.

It’s been years now and you still haven’t reached out to him and he respects your space even after so long.

Levi connects to the BD he’s saved, expecting to see you next to him in the fields of Helsinki, and instead being met with an open field even though he swears he saw a glimpse of your soft irises staring back at him.

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Mise En Place— levi ackerman/reader (posted to ao3)

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact

tags : modern!au, cooking lessons, grumpy!leviackerman, goldenretriever!erwin, levi gets mad at an onion, idiots in love, smut, romance, fluff and smut, blowjobs, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, come eating, cunnilingus, more fluff after they fuck

word count : 9.7k

summary : Erwin convinces Levi to take cooking classes despite his protests, but what happens when his instructor is his age and hot, and nothing like the elderly person he was expecting? Otherwise known as the story where Levi falls in love with his cooking class instructor.

Levi stares at the irritating blond in front of him – the one that won’t stop talking about how much he needs to learn new things to restore some excitement in his life. He was fine. He didn’t need to try new things to live his life “to the fullest”. He was perfectly content with his routine: wake at six in the morning, have a cup of black tea, work, read, and go to sleep (or try). It was a good thing to have a routine; a good thing to be almost ritualistic in the way he prepared his morning tea.

“Levi, are you even listening to me?” Erwin’s voice cuts into Levi’s inner monologue – he glares at him. “Seriously, I got the cooking classes for free as a gift and you definitely need them more than I do.”

“This is the stupidest idea you’ve had to date,” Levi grumbles in response, his glare turning into a look of boredom as he concedes to Erwin’s abhorrent nagging.

“But you’ll do it?” Erwin’s voice turns hopeful, the brotherly figure looking out for his sibling, and his face looks like an excited golden retriever puppy.

Levi can’t say no. “Fine,” he grumbles and reaches for the glass of whiskey on the table, knocking it back and slamming the empty glass back down. “You’re the one that has to deal with my complaints, Eyebrows.”

“Fine by me,” the blond man grins and finishes off his own drink, signaling the bartender over to their stools as he does.

—

You stand at the front of the room, sorting through your own material for the first lesson of this round of cooking classes. It would be a relatively easy hour considering there would be no cooking involved. Conversation was on today’s lesson plan; kitchen safety, food handling, cleanliness, and preparation all being topics that needed to be discussed before you could even move on to knife skills.

Luckily, none of your students this round had any allergies and you were grateful to have free range of what to make this time. You could only hope you didn’t get too rambunctious of a bunch.

A sigh escapes you as you unlock your door to the kitchen area. It had always reminded you of the set of Masterchef when you first started working here, but not nearly as nice and definitely not nearly as high stress of an environment. You loved cooking, but would absolutely prefer the slow pace of your classes compared to the Michelin Star kitchen you worked in before. That was truly a nightmare. You’re happy everyone can have their own working stations with plenty of space, and your voice can still carry easily through the room.

You stand behind your own prep space, looking over the list of names of your new students that have already begun flowing in. Your manager probably directed them to the back from inside the storefront people usually frequented instead of your classes.

You look up and see mostly couples, the usual crowd for cooking classes as they think it’ll be a fun date, but you see some arriving solo, some significantly older than the others – it’s always a mixed bunch. They all sign the sign-in sheet at the entrance of the room, and once the flow slows down and the clock officially reaches 7:00pm, you grab the clipboard with their names. It looks like everyone has arrived except for two people: Dot Pixis and Erwin Smith. You frown. There’s always at least one that doesn’t show.

As you’re walking back to your station, a pen tapping your lips as your eyes scan the page, someone clears their throat by the door. You turn around and you’re met with a man, raven black hair blocking his eyes and forehead until he rakes a hand through it and pushes it back. He begins walking to an empty station while the rest of your new students continue chatting.

“Excuse me, sir,” you speak softly, but loud enough he knows you’re addressing him. “I’ll need you to sign in first.”

“Names Levi,” he tells you as he stands behind his station – a counter just two away from your own.

You frown at his callous nature, and at the fact that his name isn’t on your list. You walk over to him instead of addressing him from the front of the room to avoid the attention of the others. “Levi,” you address him once you’re close enough. “I don’t have your name here. Just a Dot Pixis and an Erwin Smith. So unless you’re either of those people I’m afraid you can’t be a part of my class.” You approach the topic as gently as possible, but he still looks over at you like you’ve just said the most blasphemous thing. You hold your ground.

“That idiot,” he scoffs and looks down, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m here instead of Erwin Smith. Told me he took care of it.” He mutters. You can’t tell if he actually wants to be here or not.

You contemplate for a moment. Today’s lesson is easy, no materials are truly used, no food would be wasted, and if he really just wants to sit in on one lesson where you talk way too much for even your liking, then you suppose it wouldn’t hurt. “Alright,” you say, and write his name down next to Erwin Smith’s. “Have him call and you’ll be here instead of him, but there’s no going back and forth. It’s you or him for the whole time, not when you or him feel like it.”

You don’t look up for a reaction, eager to get the class started now that it’s running significantly later than you had planned, but you don’t miss the quiet “thank you” that comes from him as you walk away.

—

This has to be one of your worst groups you’ve ever had. They’re rowdy, they’re unorganized, they’re – they’re absurdly bad at even handling a knife. All except for Levi. He seems to be the only one that’s remained quiet, and certainly the only one that has remained clean and organized – you’re starting to think you should emphasize the importance of a clean kitchen again. He still seems uncomfortable with a knife, but that’s a skill you know he’ll develop. For now–

“Sasha!” Your eyes catch her fiddling with her knife, dangerously close to slicing the tip of her finger off. “Put the knife down. I haven’t even gotten started today.” She sets it down haphazardly on the counter as her boyfriend, Niccolo, pats her back comfortingly.

Oh how badly you want to give up on them.

You sigh, but begin your lesson nonetheless, pacing around the room with your hands clasped behind your back. “Today is all about knife skills–” groans and cheers fill the room. “Okay, settle down,” you raise your voice over them until they calm down. “Knife skills does not mean you’ll be cooking today–” more groans, you ignore them. “On your workstation is an eight inch Gyuto knife – a chef’s knife – as Sasha has already discovered.” You give the young woman an amused glance, seeing her cheeks flush. “And some carrots and onions.”

You make your way to the front of the room and grab your knife along with a sheet of paper. “Now, your knife should be sharp enough to cut through a piece of paper.” You hold the piece of paper in front of you and glide your knife through, easily slicing the paper. “Your knives have all been pre sharpened by me before tonight, but I want to emphasize the importance of a sharp knife.” Ooh’s and ahh’s fill the room.

You grab another chef’s knife that you previously dulled and a tomato. “Can everyone see?” The students nod as you look around the room, you briefly lock eyes with Levi when he doesn’t answer your question – you hope he’s not being shy. “A sharp knife is a safe knife. This knife–” you hold up the one that has been dulled– “has been dulled.” You carefully attempt at slicing the tomato, ensuring your fingers are out of the way as the blade slips off the surface. You grab your sharpened knife, emphasizing the change in utensils, and glide your blade through the tomato like butter. “A sharp knife doesn’t slip, and you don’t risk chopping your finger off when the knife goes somewhere you didn’t expect.”

“That’s scary,” Reiner’s voice interrupts the quietness of the rest of his classmates.

You chuckle softly. “It can be if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

You go through the rest of your lesson, instructing them to keep their fingers out of the way, tuck their fingertips in, always cut on a flat surface, and all the other knife skills that you had written down. You’re walking around again now, hands clasped behind your back and observing as your students attempt the newfound skills. You notice how one of your students, Annie, is a natural and how she helps her partner Armin. You leave them alone knowing she can handle it.

The hour is almost over when you hear a quiet, “fuck” muttered under someone’s breath behind you. You turn around to see Levi looking at his finger, a small drop of blood beginning to form and an onion mutilated on his cutting board. You had shown them how to perfectly dice an onion as well, keeping the root intact and slicing both horizontally and vertically before cutting perpendicular to the vertical cuts. It seems as though he’s been struggling instead of cutting, the mutilated onion that’s hardly salvageable acting as proof.

You calmly walk over to him, not wanting the rest of the class to see blood in the kitchen and cause chaos no matter how small the amount is. “Levi,” you speak softly, not wanting to irritate the already frustrated man. “Let’s get your hands cleaned up and a bandaid, yeah?”

He looks up at you and scoffs. “Tch. I’m not a child. It’s a small cut.” He looks back down at his finger, the blood starting to stream down it into his palm. He bites the inside of his cheek, clearly contemplating. “Fine,” he grumbles.

You smile. “Follow me.” You lead him to the front of the classroom to your own workstation and your sink that’s clean and empty. “Go ��head and clean up. I’ll grab a bandaid.”

You grab the first aid kit on the wall and easily find a bandaid to give to the man once he’s washed his hands. He takes it wordlessly from you, opening it and enclosing it around his finger. You look at the analog clock on the wall – five minutes left.

“Alright guys,” you address the room. “You have five minutes to clean up today. Good job.” Levi scoffs at your words and you turn to him again as he starts to walk away. “Hey,” you say softer now that you’re not speaking to the class.

He stops in his tracks, hardly glancing back at you. “What?” he asks harshly.

“Can you stay after for a bit?” you question as you clean up your cutting board, scooping up your diced onion with a bench scraper to put in tupperware for the ride home.

He bites the inside of his cheek again. “Sure.”

“You can clean up your workstation,” you tell him as he starts his walk again.

You’re annoying, Levi thinks to himself as he cleans up his work station, frowning down at the mutilated onion. He dumps it into the trash. She’s just being nice, Erwin would tell him. You think everyone’s annoying, Hange would chime in right after him.

At least you were pretty to look at.

He won’t admit to a soul that you intimidated him the moment he walked into the room. He was already late, traffic being slightly worse that day (of course), and then finding out Erwin didn’t even call to let you know Levi would be here instead every week just irritated him further. But you had looked at him with patience – you knew shit happened – and it was hard to meet your gaze. You were a beautiful woman, not the elderly woman he was expecting, and right around his own age. Your voice was soft and understanding and Levi couldn’t stay mad even if he wanted to once you had spoken to him so calmly.

Now you were asking for him to stay after he embarrassed himself in front of you, cutting himself and mutilating the stupid onion on his cutting board. You probably pitied him at this point.

The other students filed out of the doorway, loud and rambunctious, and leaving behind hardly cleaned workstations. “So what went wrong?” your voice echoes through the now empty room, a thoughtful expression on your face as you look at him. “That onion looked worse off than your finger,” you joke, and he notices the mask you wear in front of the class has fallen a bit. He likes the sound of your voice more when you’re not trying so hard.

“Shit was falling apart,” he grumbles, loud enough for you to hear, but clearly irritated.

You hum. “Let’s give it another try.” You pull out another onion and set it on your clean cutting board, your chef’s knife lying down on the surface. “Did you watch the demonstration?”

“Yes,” he lies. Truthfully, he couldn’t see over Bertholdt’s annoyingly tall figure and his meathead of a boyfriend.

You don’t mention how you noticed he’s lying and he’s grateful. “Hm. Let’s do a little refresher then.”

You grab your knife and onion, using the knife to point at the root of the onion. “We want this intact, that way it doesn’t fall apart on us.” You position the onion and cut it in half, leaving half the root on each side. “Work with half at a time–” you set half the onion off to the side– “And slice horizontally first to get a really fine dice.” You glide the knife through the onion that’s lying face down, adjacent to the cutting board. “As a beginner, it’s easier to keep your hand flat on top of the onion to stabilize it. You almost want your hand to be slightly concaved, so your fingers are for sure out of the way of your knife.” You demonstrate with your hand, and Levi tries not to get distracted by your fingers. “Once you’ve cut horizontally were going to do some vertical cuts. And you’ll notice it creates more long slices throughout the onion. Once you have those you start cutting this way–” you drive the knife through the onion– “and there you have a really uniform dice.”

You look up at him now that you’re not cutting, a small smile on your lips. “Got it,” he mumbles.

“Great!” You’re happier than usual. “Give it a shot.” You toss an onion at him and he easily catches it, sending you a slight glare as he does.

He cuts the onion in half and he’s already off to a poor start. One side has the root on it and the other is barely holding on, clearly falling apart already. He frowns down at the two halves and puts the falling apart one off to the side, grabbing the intact one to slice. You’re watching him intently, but he tries not to let it bother him.

He does what you showed him, and it doesn’t come out too bad. The pieces are slightly less uniform than yours were, but for the most part they’re even enough that someone wouldn't be able to tell if they were in a dish and cooked down.

You’re fondly smiling at him when he looks up from the cutting board.

Maybe you’re not as annoying as he thought.

—

Levi starts staying after class every week to help you clean up and you’re grateful you don’t have to do it by yourself anymore. You had insisted he didn’t need to do it for you the first time, and even the second time, but he vehemently disagreed, claiming, “these brats are annoying little shits that can’t clean up after themselves.”

You laughed.

You swipe a damp dish cloth across your own workstation and push off the stray pieces of broccoli florets into the trash – they stick to everything. But you can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed at them right now, lost in thought about the man just a few meters away. You need to give your best friend a call because you’ve been thinking about Levi even when you leave work for the evening, thoughts drifting to what he might be up to.

Does he have a significant other to go home to? Perhaps Mr. Erwin Smith was really his partner that waited for him and decided he needed some help in the kitchen instead of doing it all by himself. It shouldn’t matter if he has a significant other because you don’t think of him that way, you tell yourself. But who are you kidding?

You’ve been scrubbing at the same spot for quite a while now and Levi notices. “Oi.” Your head snaps up in his direction. He’s looking at you with that same blank look on his features, but your cheeks flush anyway. You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize he’s cleaned half the room while you’ve been scrubbing – more like mindlessly wiping – at the same spot on your own workstation.

“Hm?” you hum in question, focusing your gaze back on your workstation where you clean the rest of it now.

“You seem distracted,” he observes, resuming his own cleaning.

You chuckle uneasily. “Just a lot on my mind.” You grab the sanitizer now that your table has been wiped off.

You don’t notice how he hesitates. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your eyes find him again and you give him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s alright,” you tell him truthfully. “I’m sure it’ll blow over soon.”

Because having a crush on Levi wouldn’t be what you need right now. You’re fine being single.

—

“Being single means you get to have fun!” your best friend shouts at you over a pint of beer.

Despite your protests, she’s dragged you out to her favorite bar, coercing you into having a drink with you and while your choice of liquor is different than hers, you are enjoying yourself. Not that you’ll admit it to her.

It’s dimly lit, with dark walls that make it feel cozy – she’s always been one for what you like to call “hipster bars” rather than the loud club you frequented in your college days. The music is audible enough to enjoy, but you don’t need to yell just to speak to her – not that she’s understanding of that.

“I just don’t want to lead him on,” you sigh, taking a sip of your drink. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“Didn’t you just tell me how broody and rude this man is,” she deadpans.

You laugh. “But he’s charmingly broody and rude,” you defend. “I don’t know. There’s just something about him.” You sigh and lean back, taking a bigger gulp of your drink.

It’s stupid really. You’ve known the man for what? Four weeks? Even at that the only time you’re in his company is for about two hours once a week and that’s only because he helps you clean up after class. You’ve known the man for all of eight hours.

Your best friend groans. “Loosen up. What about a one night stand? Fuck him and dump him if you’re so worried about getting attached.”

You scoff at her and down the rest of your drink. “That is not what I want to do to him.” You flag the waitress down to order another round.

—

“Levi,” Erwin sighs. “What are you so pissy for? You just closed the biggest deal of the year!” The tall blond man slaps his hands down on Levi’s shoulders from behind as the two men walk into the outdoor mall Erwin insisted on going to. “Let’s have a walk around and you’ll get out of your head.”

“Get off of me you giant,” Levi scoffs.

He can’t get you out of his fucking head. He’s known you for five weeks – if that really, considering he only spends two hours with you each time.

Ten hours. He’s known you for ten hours.

The way you look when you’re concentrating, or when you’re happy the class enjoys what you’ve made, makes him so fond of you. Especially when he can tell that you’re annoyed by some of your students – specifically Eren and Jean even though they’re not partners – and that makes him almost smile.

It’s not that Levi isn’t used to being around women, it’s just that he hasn’t been enamored by someone in quite some time. One night stands are easy – you forget about them right after – but he doesn’t want just a one night stand with you and it’s annoying. He catches himself wondering what you do outside of your job, if you have a significant other you go home to or if you spend your evenings alone just like he does.

Work is the last thing on his mind recently and Levi is genuinely surprised that he was capable of closing such a big deal at the office. Erwin insisted on taking him to this ridiculous outdoor mall, claiming he needs to stop by a few places before they head to their usual bar. So he’ll indulge him tonight, and the alcohol will make him forget you and maybe find some other woman to take home instead. He’ll take the rest of his classes and forget about you. Yeah.

Levi doesn’t realize the direction Erwin is taking him in until he’s walking towards the same building he frequents once a week. “Why are we here?” Levi scowls at the man next to him.

“I need some supplies,” Erwin shrugs and walks towards the front door, swinging it open and looking back at Levi as he half holds it open for him. “I’m cooking Rose her favorite dinner this weekend for a double date with Hange and Moblit.”

“Gross,” Levi mumbles as he walks through the doorway. He tries to distract himself by just following Erwin around, staring at all the unknown culinary tools on the shelves and display tables. He knows you might be here, but fuck he really hopes you’re not. Who the hell would teach a cooking class on a Friday?

Levi’s eyes widen when he hears sudden chatter fill the room, a group of adults walking to exit the building and coming from the familiar room at the back of the store. “Can we go, Eyebrows?” Levi asks. His outside demeanor is cold and uninterested as usual, feigning impatience for Erwin, but he feels like he’s sweating bullets. He does not need you to see him here. He knows Erwin will strike up a conversation with you.

He does his best to hide, using Erwin’s larger body as a shield and the display tables to his advantage all while remaining stoic and outwardly unbothered. “What do you think about this one, Levi?” Erwin asks, holding out a large dutch oven in his hands – at least that’s what he thinks it is.

“Sure, yeah,” Levi absentmindedly replies, eyes scanning the area for you to make sure he remains unseen.

“I think it’s good too,” Erwin thoughtfully hums, oblivious to Levi’s inner turmoil. “I think it’s worth the four hundred dollars.”

Levi whips his head towards Erwin. “Four hundred dollars?” he asks incredulously. What a ridiculous amount of money for a–

“Levi?” your voice sounds behind him and Levi spins around, clearly caught off guard. You’re smiling at him as you walk towards him. “I thought that was you.” You turn to Erwin and introduce yourself – of course he shakes your hand like a gentleman.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Erwin smiles back at you. “So you teach the cooking classes here?”

“Ah, yeah.” You sheepishly rub the back of your neck. “Calmer than a restaurant,” you briefly explain – Erwin nods in understanding. “A Le Cruset? That’s a big purchase.”

Erwin briefly looks down at the dutch oven in his arms. “It’s needed for my fiancé’s favorite,” he smiles at you. “I have a bit more experience than my friend over here, so I’m sure it’ll be a worthwhile purchase.”

You both laugh at Levi’s expense, and he wishes he was anywhere but here. “I’m sure they’ll love it then,” you tell him, and Levi can tell you’re being sincere by the softer look in your eyes. Since when did he notice shit like that?

You’re about to say something to him when Erwin speaks up again. “Anyone at home to use your skills for?”

Levi wants to grab the dutch oven and knock him out with it.

You chuckle, taking his inquiry light heartedly. “No, just a couple of cats that seem to use me for dinner before wandering off again.” Your cheeks are flushed, and you clear your throat before turning to Levi again.

Erwin excuses himself to check out and Levi breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry about him,” he starts. “He can be a lot.”

“No, no he was fine,” you laugh. “I was just surprised to see you here, but it makes sense now.” You gesture toward the register where Erwin is.

Fuck, Levi feels so awkward right now. He never feels this way around you, and he can only blame it on how attractive you look even with small bits of flour in your hair. And Levi wants to curse Erwin for being so brash and blatantly asking about your relationship status, but he has to admit that he’s happy to hear his biggest competition are a couple of frequenting cats.

“Hey,” you cut through his thoughts, barely a moment passing since you last spoke. “I have to get going, but I’ll see you next week?” you ask him, backing away to make your way out the door.

“Uh, yeah,” Levi stutters out. “Of course.”

You smile at him and turn around, and Levi tries to force down the smile on his own lips.

“Just ask her out already,” Erwin comments from behind Levi, making the man jump.

“Fuck off,” Levi grumbles, glaring at the blond man and his shit eating grin as they walk out the building. “Let’s get a fucking drink,” he sighs.

Despite the amount of drinks in him by the end of the night, Levi doesn’t talk to a single woman and makes Erwin take him home, wishing you were there with him.

—

“Alright,” your voice carries through the room. “Today we’re making a request sent in by one of you.”

The room’s chatter dies down as all the attention is on you. You’re strolling through the classroom, and when you announce the recipe you’ll be demonstrating you cast a glance toward Levi, a happy glint in your eyes.

“We’ll be making a french omelet,” you say, and Levi can hear the excitement in your voice. “I’m sure some of you may already know how, but I thought it would be fun to do a quick recipe today and just enjoy eating!” You walk to the front of the room and Levi tries his best to pay attention to what you’re actually demonstrating and not just you.

It’s the sixth week of classes and Levi has learned a lot, but he’s not looking forward to them ending. He has two more and then they’re over – he won’t see you every Thursday anymore. Erwin practically pleaded with him last week to ask you out, saying “it seems that she likes you.” Levi had just scoffed. You’re out of his league by far and he hasn’t gotten any hints from you that you’re interested. He’s lucky you tolerate him enough to allow him the extra time with you after class.

“The ingredients are all laid out on your workstations,” you begin. “Three eggs will make a good size omelet, and you’ll want to use an eight inch skillet to ensure you get a good spread. I like chives and parsley in mine, but you could throw some other herbs in there as well. There’s a few labeled options in front of you.”

You’re looking around the room – Levi can’t help but think you seem to look at him the most often. He must be delusional.

“You need about a tablespoon of butter, and I like to add just a couple tablespoons of Gruyère. It’s a good melty cheese and decently mild.”

You instruct the class on what to do; preheat the pan, let the butter become foamy before adding in your already mixed eggs. Levi follows along as precisely as he can, eager to not fuck up his own requested recipe. He concentrates so hard he doesn’t notice that you’ve started to walk around the room as everyone works on folding their own omelets. He plates it and garnishes it with a few chives before looking up at you watching him.

You’re smiling, and you look proud, before you walk to the front of the room. “You all did so well,” you praise. “Let’s eat.” Everyone cuts into their own omelets, the sound of forks and knives clinking against plates fill the room before uniform sounds of approval. Everyone gushes about how good it tastes.

Levi looks down at his own plate, proud of himself for managing to not fuck this one up. It’s almost identical to yours that you had shown the class and the corners of his lips tilt up. He cuts a piece off and brings it to his mouth, savoring the taste of the egg and cheese on his tongue. It tastes just like the ones his mom used to make him as a kid, the same kind of cheese and flavors melting in his mouth.

He’s grateful you remembered his off handed comment about it – he wants to walk up to you and kiss you. Fuck, he can’t get over how gentle of a soul you are, and how he feels like he needs you in his life so he can take care of you just how you’ve managed to do for him.

The rest of the class goes by with quiet chatter and Levi finishes his omelet as you do the same. He’s slightly disappointed that it was such an easy lesson since he figures you won’t need much help cleaning up after. Perhaps he can work up the courage to just ask you out on the last day of classes – definitely not before if you say no – and if you say no he’ll never have to see you again. He frowns at the thought.

Your students file out the door one by one and you can’t help but notice that Levi is the last one headed out. It was an easy day – an omelet isn’t quite the culinary challenge – and the whole room is already clean, but you frown at the prospect of him leaving so early.

“Levi,” you speak up just before he’s out the door, not even sure of what you want to say in the first place. “Did you want to stay behind with me?” you ask uneasily. “I was going to honestly cook something up just to try it… but if you have places to be I understand.”

He looks at you, dumbfounded. You feel like you’ve fucked up, but maybe he just wasn’t expecting the invitation. “Alright,” he speaks slowly. “Sure.”

You give him a small smile, uneasiness obvious on your features. “Did you like today’s lesson?” you ask knowingly.

“Yes,” he mumbles as he takes a seat on a stool behind what’s usually Reiner and Bertholdt’s workstation. “You remembered.”

“I hope it lived up to your standards,” you sigh softly as you gather your ingredients. You’re thinking braised artichokes sound good, but you’re not sure if that’s all you want.

“It tasted just like the ones I used to have,” Levi comments, his voice still quiet. He’s fidgeting with his thumbs on top of the counter, rubbing them back and forth.

“Your mother used to make them, right?” you ask as you work on preparing the artichokes. You don’t want him to feel pressured.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Artichokes?”

You take the subject change and roll with it. “Braised artichokes. Really simple, but so good.” You hum just thinking about them.

“Never had ‘em,” Levi says quietly. “Can I help at all?”

You pause, thinking. “I can show you how to clean them up,” you suggest.

He gets up from the stool, seemingly more relaxed as he stands by your side. You demonstrate first, just like you do in your classes, and then he takes over with his own. The thorns are cut with kitchen shears, the stems cut down and stripped of their harsh outer layer, then cut in half so the choke can be removed. He does it meticulously and you laugh at how precise he’s being – it’s somehow endearing.

You brown them, cut sides down, in the pan with butter before adding chicken broth and popping open a bottle of white wine. You grab two glasses and pour, then splash a bit into the pan before covering it with a lid.

“Cheers,” you say to Levi, smiling at him. You think you see a small smirk on his lips as he clinks his glass against yours. You drag over a couple of stools and you both sit down as you sip on your wine.

Levi looks at you fondly. “What made you want to teach cooking classes?” He asks, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

You set your glass down on the counter. “I went to culinary school when I wasn’t even sure about what to do with my life,” you sigh. You’ve only told a handful of people this story, but he asked – it seems like he actually cares. “I did have a passion for cooking though, and eventually got the opportunity to work in a Michelin Star restaurant.”

“Impressive,” Levi hums.

“Thanks,” you say sheepishly. “It just– It didn’t feel right. I loved the fast pace and I made some good friends there, but it was just a lot.”

“So you decided to teach imbeciles that can’t even cut an onion?” Levi jokes, but his face remains stoic.

You laugh and you swear you see that small smirk again. “Yes,” you say through the end of your laugh. “But you guys are my imbeciles, and if I can help make someone’s life a little bit easier then I’m happy. Feeding ungrateful rich people everyday while working my ass off isn’t as rewarding.” You grab your wine and take another sip. “What about you? You didn’t seem like this was your cup of tea.”

“Erwin insisted,” Levi says as if that explains everything – it kind of does based on the personality of the blond man you met. “Told me I should try some new things; basically insulted my cooking skills.”

“Well,” you tease.

“Hey,” Levi defends. “I’m not that bad.”

“Sure,” you smile behind the rim of your glass as you finish off your wine. He rolls his eyes and you take that as a win.

The artichokes have finished braising in the pan and you plate them. It’s simple – flaky salt, a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, and they’re perfect. You set the plate down in front of Levi and yourself, ready to eat.

He looks lost, staring down at the vegetable like he doesn’t know where to start. “Take a leaf off,” you show him, peeling an outer leaf back. “And then use your bottom teeth to scrape the flesh off.”

“That’s disgusting,” Levi grumbles, but he does what you say regardless.

“The closer you get to the center the more tender it is and the more flesh you get on the– what’s wrong?” Levi has a look of disgust on his features as he looks down at the leaf he just ate.

He looks up at you, clearing his features to remain blank again. “Nothings wrong.”

“You don’t like them,” you state.

“No I do,” he insists and grabs another leaf off. He eats it again, and the same look of disgust is on his features. He looks up, knowing you’ve caught him. “I’m sorry,” he says and sets down the leaf, wiping his fingers on a napkin. “I don’t think I’m used to them.”

You laugh, covering your mouth as you do. “That’s okay,” you tell him and reach for his plate. He swats your hand away.

“No,” he says quickly. “You made this. Let me just try the center– you said it’s more tender.” He takes his fork and cuts off a piece of the heart, putting it into his mouth before you can stop him – you’ve been laughing this whole time. You watch him swallow reluctantly. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

You put your hand on his thigh. “It’s okay, Levi,” you giggle. “It’s not for you. I’ll take them home.”

You stand up, but Levi grabs your wrist before you can grab the plates and you stumble a bit closer. “It’s not your cooking, I promise,” he says gently.

Your cheeks flush at how close you are, a hand on his thigh to brace yourself. “I know,” you mutter. He let’s go and you grab the plates to put things away, flustered.

—

You should be excited that this round of classes is over. You get a one week break from work before the next round starts, you’ll get a new batch of a, hopefully, more talented group of people – you should be happy.

But you can’t get Levi off your mind. So much so that you go through the whole lesson on autopilot, doing the demonstration like usual and guiding your students – you didn’t even realize how often you were looking at him.

But Levi noticed, because now as the rest of the people file out the door for the last time after saying goodbye to you, he’s a nervous fucking wreck. Erwin has convinced him to ask you out on the off chance you say yes (he didn’t say that, Levi is just adamant that you won’t want to) and he’s trying to work up the courage to just fucking do it.

You’ve seemed distracted all day, and hopefully you still accept his help. He lingers behind when everyone has left, but you still haven’t acknowledged him. “Hey,” Levi says, his voice coming out smoother than he anticipated – thank fuck.

You jerk your head up. “Oh,” you say, surprised. “I’m sure you just want to get out of here. You don’t have to help clean up.”

He really hopes you’re not trying to get rid of him. “I was um–” He clears his throat, looking away before he finds his courage again to look back at you. “I was going to ask if you’d like to see each other sometime?” – that didn’t come out as planned – “Outside of your classroom.”

You blink, and for a moment Levi fears that the rejection he’s been thinking about is right in front of him. But then you smile. “I’d love to.”

A small smile shows on his lips as he walks towards you. “I know this won’t sound like much, but I was hoping I could cook something for you,” Levi suggests. Fuck his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest.

The way you say, “oh?” with a hint of teasing and your natural intonation makes his mind swirl.

“I’ve been practicing,” he explains. “I was hoping to show you how much I’ve learned thanks to you.”

“You’re sweet,” you grin. You walk up to him and place a hand on his chest, then a kiss on his cheek with your soft lips. “Sounds great. How’s Saturday?”

Levi can’t believe how eager you sound and that’s much sooner than he had planned, but the sooner the better, right? “Yeah, yeah. Saturday works,” he stumbles out as he looks back at you. Your hand hasn’t left his chest.

“Oh!” you say suddenly and turn around, fumbling with a notepad and pen that you find in a drawer. “Here.” You hand him a small scrap of paper with a phone number on it. “You’ll probably need that.” You smile at him again as he takes it.

—

You meet Levi at his apartment, feeling safe enough after knowing him for weeks, and so he can prepare whatever he has planned for you. He stumbles through an apology over the phone, telling you he didn’t think it through when he was planning the date – you find his nervousness endearing.

And even more so when he opens the door. You chose to wear your favorite little black dress, regardless of your anxiety about it being too much. Your hair is styled just how you like it, and you’re grateful for the good hair and makeup day you were graced with. Levi seems to agree as he gawks at you for a moment, lips slightly parted as his jaw goes slack, and you can feel your cheeks flush under his gaze.

Your nervous laughter seems to snap him out of it enough, and he steps back from the doorway so you can enter his apartment. “You look…” He clears his throat. “You look great.”

“Thank you,” you tell him, looking back at him over your shoulder. His apartment is small, but it’s sparkling clean and has character. There's large dark brown bookshelves, and artwork hangs on the walls. His living room is still minimalistic with a dark leather couch that has a chaise and simple coffee table, and the kitchen on the left is larger than you thought it would be for someone who doesn’t cook.

You turn around to look at him. “You look great too,” you compliment. And he does, far too good for you to walk away tonight without making some kind of move if he doesn’t do it first and everything goes well. You notice his black dress slacks hug his thighs and ass perfectly as he walks to the kitchen after a shy thank you, and his broad back is only highlighted by the white dress shirt he wears. Brave, cooking in white, but he pulls it off so well as he rolls up his sleeves just below his elbows.

You take your shoes off by the door and follow him into the kitchen. “You seemed to like white wine,” he says and pours you a glass as you take a seat on a bar stool in front of the counter. “Pasta alla vodka,” he tells you as you take the glass from him. “I hope it lives up to your fancy standards.”

“You were a good student.” You laugh and take a sip of your wine – it’s way better than what you had in your classroom. “I’m excited.”

“I think you’re biased,” he grumbles and turns to the stove. “Make yourself comfortable. It’ll just be a bit.”

So you do, and you sit on the chaise part of his couch, but as he makes dinner and you get lost in watching him you end up more so lying on your side. Your elbow keeps you elevated enough to see him, and your legs are slightly bent – of course your other hand is available to drink your wine.

For someone who didn’t know how to cook anything, or even cut an onion, just eight weeks ago he seems to be confident in the kitchen now. It’s unbelievably sexy to watch him work, the way his back muscles move when he’s simply just stirring the sauce, or the way his brows furrow in concentration when he thinks you’re not watching. You watch his hands the most, and the way his veins show on his forearms has you wanting to skip dinner and go straight to dessert, but you’re also excited to taste what he’s made.

He pulls two shallow pasta bowls from the cabinet and plates your dinner. He leaves the second one empty for now. “Would you like to try?” he asks. He seems nervous, but you can tell he’s trying his best to stay confident. His eyes trail along your body that’s still lying on the couch.

You smile up at him. “Please,” you say and sit up.

He walks over to you and takes the wine glass so you can grab the bowl and use the fork. “Don’t spill,” he mumbles to you.

You lift the fork to your mouth with a piece of rigatoni covered with sauce speared on the end. You make eye contact as you do, staring up at him and opening your mouth wide before you close your mouth to chew. It’s delicious, a perfect vodka sauce, and your eyes almost roll back from how good it is. “Levi, this is amazing,” you tell him truthfully once your mouth isn’t full.

He takes his thumb and slowly drags it along your lower lip, cleaning any sauce you had left on the corner of your mouth. “I’m glad you like it,” he mutters. He turns before you can react.

Your wine glass is set on the table and you carry your plate over, joining him as he sits down as well. Somehow you manage to get through your meal without completely jumping him, the tension in the room palpable. Your feet would graze his calf, trailing up and down just to see his reaction, and you know if you saw yourself you would cringe. It just doesn’t fucking matter when Levi’s looking at you like he wants to devour you for dessert as you converse.

Levi does the dishes – you expected nothing less – and you watch after he insists that you don’t need to lift a finger. You wait until he’s done with the dishes to walk closer, but you stop just shy and lean against the counter.

He dries his hands off with a kitchen towel and sets it down before he gives you his full attention. “Well?” he asks knowingly.

You’re not sure who surges forward first, all you know is that your lips are on Levi’s and it’s everything you need. His hands are on your waist and they travel to squeeze your ass through your dress as he pushes you against the counter, pushing his body into yours. It’s hot, and so sensual you feel like you might melt beneath him as his lips move with yours so seamlessly. You know your hands were on his biceps at some point to stabilize yourself, but one has moved to the nape of his neck to bring him as close as possible while the other still holds onto him.

You’ve been waiting for this, pining since you got to know the man and you hope this won’t be the last time. Your best friend knows you can’t get him off your mind, talks late into the night about how you should just make a move keeping you up late. And now you finally have him, and all you want him to do is fuck you senseless.

He pulls you away from the counter and walks you backwards, hands pushing the fabric of your dress up so he can squeeze your ass without any fabric in the way as his lips travel down to your neck. You let out a small moan when there’s skin on skin contact, relishing in the feeling of his lips against your sensitive pulse point, but wanting to get a taste of him yourself – you can’t let him have all the fun. You push him up against the wall of his small hallway, earning a small gasp from him, and immediately drop to your knees, eagerly unbuckling his belt.

He’s already hard in his boxers, bulging against the thin fabric, and when you pull them down his cock practically springs out. It’s the perfect size, but you briefly pause and wonder how you’re going to fit it anywhere after discovering what he’s been hiding. You wrap a hand around the base and give the head a small kiss as a tease. His hand finds a grip in your hair, not enough to push you around, and you open your mouth to take him in.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his head lolling forward as he looks down at you, your eyes never leaving his. You jerk your hand around him and hollow your cheeks as you suck him off. You so desperately want to pull a whine out of him – anything that will give you the satisfaction of hearing Levi so vulnerable.

You remove your hand and work him all the way in, your nose brushing against the happy trail that leads to the cock inside your mouth. You finally pull an incredibly breathy moan from him and pull back when you can feel yourself about to gag. You use your tongue, and stroke the underside of his cock, pressing at the sensitive spot just on the edge of his head – you feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Come ‘ere,” he chokes out, and you oblige with a small pop as you remove him from your mouth. You would swallow whatever he gives you, but you can’t help but be selfish and wish for his cum to be inside you instead.

He pulls you up and eagerly presses his lips against yours, his tongue darting out to taste himself as a hand snakes down to your center. His fingers slip under the thong you decided to wear, and you gasp as his fingers make contact with your clit. “Levi,” you moan, unashamed at how good he’s making you feel already as you grind down into his hand. One hand grips his shoulder, and the other is wrapped around his wrist as he moves his fingers against you.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he groans. He dips his fingers down through your folds to gather your slick, and resumes his unrelenting circles on your clit.

“Bedroom,” you choke out, and you almost cry at the sudden loss of his fingers despite him obeying your wishes.

He walks you backwards into his bedroom, and soon enough he’s taking your dress off over your head. You slide your soaked thong off as he pulls the white dress shirt over his head and manages to kick off his boxers and slacks you’ve left undone for him. There’s barely a second where you drink each other in, and then he’s pinning you to his bed on his soft comforter.

“Condom?” he asks, and he’s already reaching for his nightstand drawer when you grab his arm.

“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, and you can see the restraint clearly as he holds himself back. “It’s been awhile,” you tell him honestly – you’re clean.

“Me too,” he breathes. He leans down to kiss you, slightly slowing the pace down as he moves his lips languidly against yours. His cock brushes through your folds, causing the both of you to moan during an open mouthed kiss as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You grab him to line it up with yourself – you want him so desperately, you need him inside you already.

He pushes forward, and you can’t help but clench as he goes slowly so you can adjust to him. He let’s out a deep groan when he bottoms out, and his hand reaches for yours as he supports himself on his forearms and pushes you down into the mattress.

“Please,” you choke out, and he moves his hips slowly to pull out and back into you. His face falls to the crook of your neck and you can hear his panting as he thrusts into you. “Oh, Levi,” you moan when his cock practically strokes your cervix deep inside. “Harder,” you beg.

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck and listens to you, keeping the same slow pace, but pushing into you with bruising pressure. Your eyes roll back and your jaw goes slack as he fucks all of your senses out of you. He doesn’t hold back anymore and sits back, grabbing your hips to keep you flush with him as he pumps himself inside you. Fuck, you’re so close, and when his thumb barely begins circling your clit you cum hard all over him, your eyes closing and a long moan coming from you.

“Oh fuck,” Levi groans. “So pretty. So fucking tight.” He guides you through your orgasm. “Been wanting this,” he confesses what you’ve been feeling yourself.

“Yeah?” you breathe.

“So long,” he chokes out, and confesses, “never thought you’d want this – me.”

You reach up for him, wrapping your arms around the nape of his neck when he leans down for you, and you kiss him through your breathy moans. “Been wanting you,” you reassure him, and your eyes practically roll back when you notice the squelching sound coming from between your thighs as Levi presses deep into you. “Fuck. Need you – always,” you gasp. His head falls to your shoulder.

“Shit. Flip over for me, sweetheart?” His pace slows, and you answer him by flipping over on your stomach when he gently pulls out of you.

You both moan in unison when he inserts himself again, his cock pushing even deeper inside of you as he fucks you just as hard. You turn your head to the side and his hand finds yours as his chest meets your back, his positioning changing just slightly. “ ‘S good,” you mumble out when he does something that has you seeing stars. “Right there,” you tell him, half incoherent.

“Ah, you’re such a good girl,” he moans, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. “Fuck you take me so well.” You want him to cum, you want–

His movements stutter slightly as he presses as far as he can into you, his cock throbbing as you feel his warm cum spurt and coat your walls. You clench down on him, and the quiet whimper that escapes him leaves you desperately wanting more. Levi holds himself up just enough to where he doesn’t crush you, but his chest is still pressed to your back as his cock stays inside you. He presses into you again, and you whimper at the pressure – you could cum again from that alone.

You gasp when he sits up to pull out, leaving you feeling incredibly empty as you feel his cum seep out of you. “You’re going to get the bed dirty,” Levi tsks. You don’t expect to feel his fingers on you again, catching his cum that’s leaking out of you and slowly pushing it back in, and you let out a small moan. “Flip over me –” you do – “good girl.”

As soon as you’re on your back Levi’s head is in between your thighs, one hand separating your legs and the other pushing his cum inside you still as he fucks you with his fingers. “Mm, Levi, ‘s too much,” you moan as your head tilts back.

“I know you can handle it,” he tells you, and then his tongue is giving little kitten licks through your folds and up to your clit. “You taste so good,” he groans and latches his lips around your clit to suck and nibble, just to soothe you with caresses of his tongue. It’s overwhelming, and your hand flies down to card your fingers through his hair and establish a grip. He’s rutting into the mattress, getting off on eating you out alone even though he’s just made a mess of you.

His fingers leave you and you let out a desperate whine at the loss, just to practically gawk through heavy panting when he licks up his own cum as it leaks out of you. You cum hard when his thumb finds your clit, and you lose it at the sight of him lapping up your combined fluids leaking out onto his tongue.

He guides you through it, cleaning you thoroughly in the process with his wet kisses and licks, and when you’ve finally come down from your high he’s sitting up and wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.

“You’re insane,” you breathe, a huff of a laugh coming out as well as you lay there completely fucked out. “All your talents went to that instead of cooking.”

He laughs, and you actually catch a glimpse of his smile. You wish you could see it more, and you make a promise to yourself to always try to bring that side out of him. “I thought you said dinner was perfect?” he asks as he lays down next to you, an arm opening wide as you scoot yourself closer, your jello-like limbs hardly aiding you.

“Mm, I said it was amazing,” you clarify. “Not perfect.”

He frowns as you look up at him from your spot on his chest. “Was it not right?”

You almost panic when you realize he’s actually self conscious about it. “What? No, it really was amazing Levi,” you tell him. You kiss his chest. “Basically perfect,” you amend.

“Just wanted to hear you say it was perfect,” Levi tells you with a smirk on his face, and leans down to kiss you.

You spend the night and Levi wakes you up by eating you out and making pancakes – the one thing he knew how to make before taking your cooking classes because his little sister, Isabel, loved them – and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Many mornings and nights are spent the same way, and you even get to meet Erwin’s fiancé Rose eventually, along with Hange and Moblit despite Levi’s reluctance. Levi tells you he loves you eventually over a dinner gone wrong – a recipe he wanted to try and failed – but you loved spending the moment over greasy pizza and a cheap bottle of wine anyway, your laughter about the disaster filling the air before he made love to you.

All the while you continue to teach Levi new cooking skills that he learns quickly, and a few years later you’re happy to agree to doing it for the rest of your life with him when he proposes.

You never thought you’d fall for a student in your cooking classes, but you made sure to thank Erwin for forcing your lover to take them in the first place.

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