koulakoukoula2003

[koulakoukoula2003]

A few corrections here and there

Happy birthday to the loml ❤️

"Happy Birthday, my love, my darling."

Idk if I'll get enough time to colour it in time for our man's birthday, but here it is, Levi spending Christmas with my nerdy delusional ass 😭🥺 I love this man sm

[koulakoukoula2003]

LEVI : I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT 😂😂💀🗿

Eren May be rumbling but Levi is grumbling

[koulakoukoula2003]

After Credits. Janitor Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader Smut, 18+

Summary: Every Friday night, she escapes the stress of her senior year of college by unwinding at the movies. There, she meets Levi, an attractive janitor who isn’t happy with her habit of staying after the credits roll. But after an argument, their tension snaps, and she discovers that cleaning isn’t the only thing he’s good at.

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She had found herself at the cinema again. As a senior in uni, the stress of her final year was overwhelming, and Friday nights had become her personal tradition, the one time she could disconnect from the pressures of university life. It was her thing. Taking a break from her hectic schedule to enjoy the quiet solitude that only a cinema could offer. As an undergrad, she didn’t have much time to go out, but movies… movies were her escape.

She had started visiting the local cinema more often, choosing films based on what seemed interesting at the time, usually romance. She usually took the very last showings of the night, when the cinema was emptier and the darkened theater felt like her own little world.

Tonight was no different. She’d picked a romantic movie, nothing too special, but it had kept her entertained. The movie ended, the credits rolled, and the theater started emptying. People got up and left, chatting with friends or heading out, but she stayed in her seat, like always.

She had a habit of waiting until the very end. Some movies, especially the ones that were a little more mainstream, sometimes had extra scenes after the credits. She didn’t want to miss that, so she stayed seated, finishing off the last of her popcorn and waiting for any hidden surprises.

When the last of the people walked out, the theater went quiet. She looked around at the empty seats, then turned back to the screen. The soundtrack music from the movie, as the credits rolled, was the only sound. She was alone now, but she didn’t mind. This was her moment of peace.

That’s when she saw him.

A familiar figure appeared at the theater entrance. A man in his thirties carrying a broom, with a cart full of cleaning supplies beside him.

She knew him by now, if only in passing. She’d always be the last to leave, lingering for after-credit scenes, and he was always the one waiting, clearly annoyed by her habit. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes landing on her before he rolled them with his usual annoyance. 

She was caught off guard but didn’t let it show. She just kept eating her popcorn, ignoring him as he started sweeping up the mess from the theater. He went around picking up trash, moving up the rows. 

She had seen him before, but she never paid much attention to him until now. She noticed he was... attractive. His sharp features, the dark hair swept up in an undercut that looked a little too stylish for a janitor, and the slight shadow of dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t gotten much sleep in a while. 

Well, then again, it was past midnight, and he still had to clean up everyone’s mess, so it was understandable.

The light blue uniform stretched over his toned arms, his muscles flexing with each motion. His hands looked strong, veins visible, and she found herself watching him longer than she meant to.

He finished sweeping the lower rows and then headed up the aisle, skipping past a few rows before stopping directly at hers. She stayed seated, but she felt his presence as he walked toward her, stopping right next to her. She looked up at him, confused, wondering what he wanted.  

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore him, but it was hard. His eyes remained on her. Her attention instinctively darted back towards the screen, trying to focus on the credits, but every time she glanced back, she found his eyes still fixed on her. His expression was unreadable, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. She didn’t know what he wanted. Had she done something wrong?

Her eyes caught a small card hanging from around his neck. ‘A name tag’, she realized.

‘Levi Ackerman.’

“You’re still here?” Levi asked, clearly annoyed. His voice was low, a little tired.

She blinked, unsure how to respond to his comment. “Yeah… I’m waiting for the after-credits.”

He glanced shortly at the rolling credits, then back at her, his expression flat. "It's a romance movie. They don't do after-credits for this kind of thing."

She raised an eyebrow as she kept eating her popcorn. “You don’t know that. Maybe they do. Maybe there’s a surprise.”

Levi rolled his eyes before once again glancing at the screen. The credits were almost finished, the final names scrolling by, and she held her breath, hoping for more. But there was nothing. The screen turned off completely.

Her face dropped slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. She had been hoping for something, even though she knew deep down it was unlikely.

“See? No after-credits. Now, get out.”

She frowned, standing up, her hand gripping the bucket of popcorn a little tighter. “Hey, no need to be rude. I just wanted to see if there was something left. After-credits can be just as important as the movie, you know?”

Levi's expression didn’t soften. “You know, it’s Friday night, right? Most people go out and hang out with friends. Not sit here alone waiting for the credits to end.”

She felt her irritation rising. She wasn’t sure why he was being so condescending, but it was getting under her skin. “Maybe I like the quiet,” she shot back.

Levi didn’t seem to care much. He just gave a small shrug. “Whatever. Just take your popcorn and leave. I’ve got another theater to deal with before I can leave.”

She clenched her jaw, annoyed by the way he dismissed her. She didn’t want to leave just because he told her to, but what could she do? She was already standing.

She took the popcorn bucket and walked down the stairs, heading for the exit. Before she left, she turned to glance back at him. He was already back to cleaning, his broom moving over the floor, barely paying her any mind.

She stormed out of the theater, fists tight. His attitude pissed her off. He was a total jerk. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about his stupidly handsome face.

As the week went on and she attended her lectures, she couldn't shake him from her thoughts. She was angry with herself for not speaking up when he made those rude remarks, but she couldn't deny the way his light blue uniform clung to his muscular frame as he swept the theater. Her mind kept replaying images of him, making it impossible for her to concentrate on the lecture in front of her.

‘He's not even that good looking.’ she repeated, trying to convince herself that he was just another ordinary guy. But that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Every time she tried to brush it off, something about him kept pulling her back. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but it lingered in her mind, pulling her in despite her best efforts to ignore it.

‘Focus. You’re here to learn, not fantasize about some janitor.’ She’d shake her head, but still, the image of him would linger. She’d catch herself daydreaming, completely losing track of the professor’s words as she pictured him. 

Levi Ackerman, his name still fresh in her mind. 

By the time the next Friday rolled around, she had already decided it was time to escape again. 

Her weekly trip to the cinema had become a need. The place where she could leave her distractions behind. 

As she walked up to the ticket counter, she glanced at the list of movies showing. She’d seen them all except for one. 

It was a romance movie, but not like the ones she usually went for. This one had a big, bold "18+" slapped on it. She’d heard the rumors about this movie. Mostly graphic, erotic scenes. 

She hesitated, unsure. She wasn’t typically into movies that were this explicit, but something about the idea of watching it nagged at her. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe she was just looking for something different.

She shrugged, deciding to buy a ticket anyway. ‘One time won’t hurt,’ she thought, not really believing the excuse herself. She bought her popcorn and drink, then made her way towards the theater.

The theater was half empty as usual, and she picked her usual seat in the back row. She preferred it there. The middle rows were always too crowded, and the back gave her the space to settle in without distractions. She popped some popcorn into her mouth and sat down, waiting for the commercials to finish and the movie to start.

The movie wasn’t anything special at first. Just a young couple falling in love, the kind of story that was predictable, but still heartwarming. But as the film went on, it started pushing past what she’d expected, with scenes that felt... different. Graphic. Intimate. 

Her face heated up at certain moments. Scenes that felt way too graphic to be on the big screen. She shifted in her seat, trying to keep her focus on the screen, but it was hard. The scenes were almost uncomfortable to watch, not because they were poorly done, but because they felt too real. 

She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed by what was happening on screen or the fact that she was watching it by herself.

She couldn’t help but wonder. Would that Levi guy ever watch a movie like this? The thought made her stomach twist. It was strange, but she couldn’t shake the image of him in her mind, now mixing with the images on the screen. ‘God! What am I thinking?’ she scolded herself, trying to shake off the thoughts that were slowly creeping in.

As soon as the movie ended, she made a quick decision. She wasn’t about to stick around for another awkward run-in with Levi. She didn’t need to hear his comments about her watching that type of movie by herself on a Friday night. 

Her face was still flushed from the scenes she’d just watched, and the last thing she needed was him making some comment about her choice in media. Besides, she was almost sure there would be no after-credit scenes in this one.

As the credits rolled and the lights turned back on, people started gathering their things and heading towards the exits. She quickly stood up, grabbed her popcorn and drink, and without looking back, hurried down, weaving through the small crowd and skipping a few steps as she went.

Pushing open the door, she stepped into the hallway, her pace quickening as she made her way towards the exit. But as she rounded a corner, her elbow brushed against someone, and in an instant, her drink spilled across her white t-shirt. She cursed under her breath as the cold liquid soaked through the fabric, splashing onto the floor and sending popcorn tumbling everywhere.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” she blurted out, rushing to pick up the fallen paper cup and popcorn bucket. The mess was overwhelming. Most of the drink had already soaked into her shirt, leaving her feeling embarrassed as she frantically tried to clean up.

And then, she looked up. Standing there, watching her, was Levi.

She froze. She was still kneeling on the floor, her cheeks burning. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected to run into him again. Let alone like this. He looked a little taken aback, his expression unreadable, as he took in the scene. She could feel her face heating up even more, but she didn’t say anything. Her mouth felt dry, and she could feel the awkwardness wrapping around her, suffocating her.

As she stood up, she noticed Levi’s eyes flicker downward for a split second, widening just slightly before he looked away. It was subtle, but she caught it.

Then she realized why. The spilled drink had soaked through her shirt, and under the bright lights, her white t-shirt had turned slightly see-through, leaving little to the imagination. 

Her stomach dropped, and her face flushed intensely. She quickly pulled her jacket closed, covering herself as best she could. 

“I—I’ll just—uh, sorry,” she mumbled before she quickly turned and headed towards the bathroom. 

The bathroom was empty, as expected for this time at night. The cinema was practically deserted by now. She took her jacket off, then pulled off her shirt, trying not to think about the mess she’d just caused, leaving her in just her bra. 

She leaned over the sink, trying to scrub away the large stain from the spilled drink. The water splashed around, but the stain didn’t seem to want to go anywhere. 

She glanced up, her eyes landing on a small vending machine inside the bathroom, stocked with painkillers, tampons, and condoms. She raised an eyebrow, wondering to herself, ‘Do people actually do it in here?’

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t ignore the redness in her cheeks. Her face was still burning, and she found herself thinking about what had just happened.

‘He probably has to clean it up,’ she thought, her stomach twisting. He was probably furious. She felt guilty, even though she knew it was an accident. 

But then, her thoughts shifted once again. ‘Why the hell do I keep thinking about him?!’ she thought frustrated, trying to focus on getting the stain out of her shirt.

Her breath caught as the thought of him mixed with scenes from the movie she’d just watched. It felt like everything was colliding all at once. The way he looked at her, and the intimate scenes she’d just seen on screen. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her mind wandered, the images of Levi and the movie blending together in her thoughts, with herself somehow caught in the middle.

‘Gosh. What’s wrong with you?’ she scolded herself, gripping the edge of the sink.

The heat between her legs grew more intense as she imagined him standing over her, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. She pictured the sensation of his lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and his hand slipping under her shirt. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of her, his thick cock pushing deep inside of her.

Her breath quickened as her fingers instinctively brushed against the dampness of her panties beneath her skirt. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she gently rubbed herself through the thin fabric, her mind still filled with thoughts of Levi. She could almost feel his touch against her body. Her fingers moved in slow circles, sending waves of pleasure through her core.

She leaned against the bathroom counter, her legs trembling slightly as she continued to touch herself. Her free hand gripped the edge of the sink tightly as she increased the pressure and speed of her movements. Soft whimpers echoed in the empty bathroom as she neared her peak.

Suddenly, the sound of voices in the hallway snapped her back to reality. Her eyes flew open as she yanked her hand away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What was she doing? This was a public bathroom in a movie theater!

She shook her head, trying to bring herself back to reality. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would help clear her mind and wash away the lingering embarrassment and confusion. 

After scrubbing the last traces of the drink out of her shirt, she wrung the fabric out as best as she could. The shirt was still damp and a little cold against her skin as she put it back on, but at least it was clean. 

She slipped on her jacket and took one last look in the mirror, noticing that while her face was still flushed, but it was nowhere near the tomato-red shade it had been moments before.

She took a deep breath and opened the door of the bathroom, peeking out and glancing around to make sure Levi wasn’t lurking nearby.

Relieved to find the hallway empty, she slipped out and headed towards the exit, hoping to put this entire night behind her. But as she neared the main lobby, she slipped her hand into her jacket pocket, only to feel nothing. 

Her phone wasn’t there.

She froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she patted down her other pockets, searching. But it was no use. A sinking feeling hit her as she realized she must have left it back in the theater.

She sighed sharply as she retraced her steps in her mind. Of all nights, why tonight? She brushed her hands over her jacket one last time, then took a deep breath, accepting she’d have to go back and get it. 

Swallowing her frustration, she turned around and began the walk back towards the theater room, hoping she could just grab her phone, and get out without another awkward encounter.

She slipped back into the theater, relieved to find it empty. No Levi. Perfect. She hurried up the stairs, heading straight to her seat at the top row, scanning the floor as she approached. 

She leaned down, checking under the seat, then behind it, but her phone was nowhere to be found. Frustration started to bubble up just as she heard a voice from below.

“Forgot something?”

She froze, the annoyance hitting her instantly as she recognized that voice. With a sigh, she squinted in irritation and slowly turned around, spotting Levi at the bottom row, holding up her phone between his fingers. 

He didn’t even seem annoyed that he’d probably had to clean up her mess just a few minutes ago. He just stood there, as deadpan as ever.

She exhaled sharply, walking down the stairs to meet him. Levi watched her approach, and just as she was close enough, he tossed her phone up. 

She caught it with ease, pressing her lips together in a tight, annoyed smile as she raised her eyebrows, holding up the phone in acknowledgment. “Thanks,” she said, turning quickly to leave, hoping this would be the end of it.

But of course, Levi couldn’t resist.

“Interesting choice of film for a Friday night,” he commented dryly.

She stopped in her tracks. Really? She turned back around, rolling her eyes slightly as she tried to think of a response. 

“There’s nothing wrong with a girl enjoying… you know… erotica,” she replied, her voice coming out a bit more awkwardly than intended. 

She mentally cringed, hating that he was making her explain herself.

“If you say so.” He said unimpressed. "Must be desperate for excitement if that’s what you’re doing by yourself on a Friday night."

Her cheeks burned, but she wasn’t about to let him have the last word this time. “Not everyone watches these movies just for the scenes, you know,” she added defiantly, raising an eyebrow.

Levi paused, then looked at her with a skeptical tilt of his head, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, please. You’re not about to tell me you watched this movie for the plot.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe I did,” she said, though her voice wavered a little, clearly not convincing him.

He scoffed, stepping a bit closer. “Sure. Bet you were on the edge of your seat, real invested in their deep, meaningful conversations, right?”

Her mouth opened, then shut again as she struggled for a comeback. “Some of us appreciate storytelling,” she stuttered with as much dignity as she could muster, though the faint smirk in his eyes told her he wasn’t buying a word of it.

“Right,” he replied, deadpan. “Nothing says quality storytelling like an R-rated romance movie.”

She clenched her jaw slightly, both embarrassed and annoyed. “I just wanted to experiment with something new,” she replied, crossing her arms defensively.

“Could always try meeting real people for that.” He turned away, picking up his broom to continue his work, leaving her feeling even more flustered. 

She held her ground, arms crossed, eyeing him with a smirk that dared him to react. “Says the guy who probably hasn’t even been with a woman before.”

Levi paused mid-sweep, a faint chuckle escaping as he glanced at her over his shoulder. But he didn’t get defensive. He looked almost amused. “If that’s what you think,” he replied, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he returned to his work.

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she crossed her arms a bit tighter. ‘Oh,’ she thought, her heart beating a little faster. 

Most men would get flustered or defensive at comments like that, but him? He just looked back at her, calm and unfazed. Somehow, his confidence only made him more attractive.

She took a step closer, unable to stop herself. She found herself drawn in by the tension building between them. “Really?" she challenged again playfully. “And just how many women have you been with, Mr. Janitor?”

Levi turned fully towards her. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, lingering just a bit longer than necessary before replying, making her pulse quicken.

He set the broom aside and leaned casually against the wall. "Enough to know what I'm doing," he said. 

Her pulse quickened, but she refused to back down. She held his stare, stepping even closer. "Is that so?" she murmured. 

Levi smirked, noticing how close she stood as he looked at her, her cleavage pressing against his chest. His eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What? You don’t believe me?”

Her heart raced as she met his eyes, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. Her breath quickened, but her eyes remained teasing. She stepped a fraction closer, her fingers sliding slowly up the back of his neck, her fingers into his undercut. She leaned closer, pulling him in just a little, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Maybe I need some…proof.” 

Levi’s hand shot out before she could react, his fingers threading through the back of her hair with a harsh grip, yanking her head back. The sudden force caught her off guard, and before she could protest, his lips crashed against hers. Rough, urgent, and without hesitation. 

Levi’s other hand gripped her waist as he pulled her closer, his hold tightening. His fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling her even further into the kiss, the pressure making her breath catch in her throat.

“You want proof?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough. “You’re getting more than that.”

Her pulse quickened as her surroundings came rushing back. She glanced around, remembering they were in a movie theater. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face as she pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her breath.

“What if someone sees us?” she whispered, the thrill of the moment mixing with the risk, making her heart pound harder.

Levi closed the space between them again, his mouth brushing hers as he spoke, “No one will. The place’s closed by now. They lock up after the last show,” he murmured. 

Levi's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly. His lips trailed hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck, earning a soft moan from her. 

Without warning, Levi's hands moved lower, squeezing her ass possessively. She gasped at the bold move, her body tensing briefly before melting into his touch. His strong fingers kneaded the soft flesh, pulling her even closer against him. 

Levi lifted her right leg, hooking it around his waist. The new position pressed their bodies together intimately, and her breath caught as she felt the hard bulge throbbing against her center. Even through layers of clothing, the heat radiating between them was intense. Her breath hitched as Levi ground his hips against her, the friction sending pleasure through her core. His hands gripped her other thigh, lifting her up and pressing her back against the wall. 

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pinned her there. His mouth found her neck again. He sucked gently on her skin before trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as soft moans escaped her lips.

“Levi…,” she moaned.

Levi's hands slid under her jacket, his calloused fingers tracing gentle patterns on the bare skin of her back, sending a shiver down her spine. In one swift motion, he slipped the jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

She shivered, her heart racing as she felt his warm breath against her skin. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

Levi’s smirk lingered as he slowly lowered her back down to the floor, his hands steady on her waist. His breath was hot against her lips before he leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a deeper, more possessive kiss. His tongue brushed softly against hers, drawing her in until she melted against him, her fingers curling into his shirt as the intensity between them grew.

She pulled away from the kiss, her heart racing as she looked up at him. Without a word, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her fingers trailing down his chest and abdomen as she went. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension in his muscles as her hands explored.

She reached for his belt. The metal felt cold against her skin as she struggled to unfasten it, overcome with excitement. After a few moments, she finally managed to undo it, the sound of metal clinking.

Her breath quickened as she tugged at his zipper, pulling it down quickly. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, her knuckles brushing against his lower abdomen before she slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of him, thick and fully erect. She glanced up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed. 

Levi's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her closer. She parted her lips, her tongue teasingly darting out to lick the tip. She heard Levi's sharp intake of breath and felt emboldened. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to bob up and down his erection.

Levi groaned softly, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. 

She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat as she moved, her tongue swirling around him. Levi's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements.

"That's it," he murmured with desire. "Take it all."

She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes watering slightly. The sight of her lips wrapped around him, her eyes locked on his, sent a jolt of pleasure through Levi's body. He thrust his hips forward, pushing himself further into her mouth.

Her hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingers. She quickened her pace, her head bobbing faster as she sucked him harder.

Levi's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he neared his peak. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

She locked eyes with him, maintaining eye contact as she took him as deep as she could. Her throat relaxed, allowing him to slide further in. She swallowed around him, the muscles of her throat contracting.

Levi groaned deeply, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, I'm gonna—" 

He didn’t finish his sentence before she felt his hand on the back of her head, drawing her closer. The warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, her eyes watering slightly as she took everything he gave her. 

As the last pulses lingered, Levi gently pulled out of her mouth. He looked down at her, wiping away the bit of saliva spilling from her mouth with his thumb. 

Levi pulled her to her feet, his eyes roaming over her flushed face. Without warning, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. His hands slid up her thighs, bunching her skirt around her waist. 

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

She obeyed, her heart pounding. Levi's fingers traced teasing patterns along her inner thighs, inching higher but not quite touching where she desperately wanted him.

"Please," she whimpered, pressing her hips back against him.

Levi chuckled darkly. "Patience," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. His fingers finally slipped through her damp panties, sliding between her folds.

She gasped as he began stroking her, his fingers circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance.

"So wet already," Levi murmured in her ear. "Is this what you wanted when you came to watch that movie? To be touched like this?"

She could only whimper in response as Levi slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction.

Levi's other hand slid up to cup her breast through her shirt, beneath her bra, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She arched into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips.

His fingers pumped in and out of her at a steady pace, his thumb circling her clit. The sensation had her trembling against him, her legs shaking as the pleasure built within her core.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as Levi continued to work his fingers inside her. Levi's breath was hot against her neck, his chest pressed firmly against her back as he held her in place.

With a low groan, Levi slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her whimpering at the loss. But before she could protest, he spun her around to face him, crashing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed herself against him. Levi's hands roamed her body, one tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip. His tongue swept into her mouth as their kiss deepened. 

Levi forcefully pulled her closer, their tongues tangled in a heated kiss. He pushed her onto one of the front-row seats, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he knelt before her, making sure she couldn't escape his grasp as their lips remained locked in passion.

His hand slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing along her spine as they traveled upward. She shivered, her breath hitching as he found her bra strap, his fingers pausing just briefly before unhooking it with ease. She slid the bra straps down her shoulders and tugged it free, tossing it to the floor beside them. 

Levi pulled back, his hands slid under the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. The fabric bunched and gathered, rising up just enough to reveal her bare chest, but he stopped before taking it off completely. He paused briefly, admiring the sight before him, and then lowered his head to take one of her nipples between his lips, his tongue gently sucking and circling around it.

Levi’s other hand slid down to her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties under her skirt. He glanced up at her, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded, breath quickening. With a slight smile, he eased her panties down, sliding them off before spreading her legs open, revealing her pussy to him.

Her heavy breathing filled the air as she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive skin. Levi looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her skin as he kissed her inner thigh. She shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his tongue tracing a line up her thigh, closer and closer to her entrance. Her breathing got heavier, her fingers gripping the seat as she felt his tongue brush against her.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he explored her folds with his tongue. She gasped as Levi's tongue flicked against her clit. He started slow, teasing licks that had her squirming.

"Oh god—," she moaned, her head falling back against the seat.

Levi's tongue circled her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. He lapped at her wetness, savoring her taste as her hips bucked against his face. 

Her fingers tangled in Levi's hair, tugging lightly as pleasure coursed through her. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending sparks through her core. His tongue plunged inside her, fucking her as his nose rubbed against her clit.

"Ah, Levi," she gasped, her hips grinding against his face as waves of pleasure washed over her. His tongue worked expertly, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks against her most sensitive spots.

Levi's body tensed as he watched her gentle whimpers turn into desperate moans. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his own arousal was hard to ignore. With each movement and breath, she stirred something within him. His cock throbbed in response, and he struggled to resist the urge to take her right then and there.

Her thighs began to tremble as she felt the tension building within her. Levi sensed her approaching climax and increased his efforts, his tongue circling her clit faster as he slid two fingers inside her. He curled them upwards, stroking that perfect spot inside her as his mouth continued to work on her clit. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna—" she cried out, her back arching as her orgasm hit her hard. Her body shook with the intensity of it, waves of pleasure radiating outwards from her core. Levi didn't let up, his fingers and tongue working her through every aftershock until she collapsed. 

Her body trembled as the waves of pleasure slowly went down. Levi pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. She was still catching her breath, eyes closed, chest rising and falling, when he stood and sat down in the seat beside her.

The distinct sound of a wrapper caught her attention, snapping her eyes open. She turned to see Levi pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his already erect cock. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her as she desperately tried to ignore the thought of him using this same routine with other girls at the movies.

She gasped, caught off guard as Levi suddenly lifted her and pulled her towards him, his hands firm on her waist. In one fluid, swift motion, he had her straddling his lap, her knees resting on either side of his legs, and her chest pressed close against his, her arms instinctively finding their way to the top of his shoulders. The unexpected intimacy left her breathless, her heart pounding as she met his intense stare. 

"You sure about this?" Levi asked. 

She nodded eagerly as she felt the head of his cock brush against her wet entrance, teasing her. "Yes, please," she breathed.

She gasped as Levi slowly guided her hips down, his thick cock stretching her as he entered her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she adjusted to his size. Levi groaned softly, his hands on her waist as he helped her sink down onto him inch by inch.

"Fuck, you're tight," Levi muttered, his voice strained.

She whimpered as she finally took him all the way inside her. She paused for a moment, panting softly as she got used to the feeling of fullness. Levi's hands roamed her body, caressing her sides and back as he waited patiently for her to be ready.

After a few breaths, she began to move, rolling her hips experimentally. She slowly lifted herself, then sank back down onto Levi's cock. She started moving up and down in a gentle rhythm, enjoying every second of the feeling of him stretching and filling her with each thrust. Levi's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up to meet her.

"God, you feel amazing," she gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.

Levi leaned closer, pressing his face into her bouncing breasts. He kissed a path down her cleavage before taking one into his mouth and sucking eagerly, leaving behind small red marks that would surely be visible later. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as their pace quickened.

Her moans grew louder as Levi hit deeper inside her. She clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure built. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty theater, mixing with their heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure.

Levi's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. He could feel her walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper with each roll of her hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Levi groaned in her ear.

She whimpered in response, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her release. She moved hard against him, feeling the friction of his cock hitting all the right spots inside her.

Levi sensed her growing desperation and suddenly gripped her hips, stilling her movements. Before she could protest, Levi lifted her off him and spun her around. 

"Bend over," he commanded.

Her heart raced as she obeyed, leaning forward and gripping the seat in front of her. She felt exposed and vulnerable in this position, but the thrill of it sent shivers down her spine.

Levi's hands roamed over her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks, exposing her wet pussy to him. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock teasing her entrance once again. Without warning, Levi thrust forward, filling her completely once again.

She gasped at the sudden fullness, her fingers gripping the seat tighter as Levi began to move. He started with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp loudly.

Levi's hands gripped her hips, steadying her as he lifted her right leg and hooked it over his shoulder, turning her onto her side, as she clung to the backrest of the seat for support. She gasped loudly as Levi slid back inside her, pumping in and out of her in the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper than before.

"Ah! Fuck—," she moaned, her voice trembling. 

The position left her exposed, her leg held high as Levi's hand roamed her body. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin before sliding up to cup her breast. She arched into his touch, her head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure coursed through her.

"Mmmph!” She bit her lower lip hard, trying to restrain her cries of ecstasy. She could feel him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her body trembled, growing weak from the intense pleasure as her back arched and her head leaned against the backrest.

Encouraged by her reaction, Levi angled his hips to hit that spot repeatedly. His thrusts became harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge with each movement. She could feel herself getting close, that familiar tension building in her lower abdomen. 

"Oh god, Levi," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "Don't stop. I'm so close."

Levi’s grip on her hip tightened as he continued his relentless pace. 

"You want more?" Levi asked with a smirk.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Please, I need more."

Levi's fingers found her clit, tracing circles around it in time with his thrusts. Her body trembled as Levi's fingers focused on her clit. The dual sensations of his cock hitting deep inside her and his fingers on her most sensitive spot quickly pushed her towards the edge. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as the pressure built.

"Oh god, oh god," she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna—"

Her words cut off in a loud cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body contracting with release, her back arching as the pleasure radiated through her. Her cunt clenched around Levi's cock, drawing him in deeper.

Levi groaned at the feeling of her pulsing around him. He lowered her leg back to the floor before he continued thrusting through her climax, prolonging her pleasure. His movements became more erratic as he neared his own release. 

Her body trembled as the aftershocks of her peak rippled through her. Levi's breathing became ragged as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust.

"Fuck, I'm close," Levi groaned, his voice strained.

She gasped as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts as she felt him swell inside her. Levi let out a final, deep thrust and buried himself completely as he reached his climax. He let out a deep, raspy moan as he came, his hips jerking against her as he filled the condom.

For a moment, they stayed still, both panting heavily as they came down from their highs. Slowly, Levi’s grip on her relaxed and he slowly pulled out, causing her to whimper softly at the loss. He carefully removed the condom, tying it off and setting it aside to dispose of later.

She sat up properly in her seat, pulling her shirt down and fixing her skirt, just as Levi pulled up his pants before sitting beside her. They both sat quietly, their breathing slowly going back to normal.

She could feel the heat from Levi's body next to hers. Her skin felt warm and damp with sweat.

She ran a hand through her messy hair, trying to smooth it down.

Levi leaned his head back against the seat. She glanced over at him, taking in his profile in the dim light. She felt unsure what to say or do now that the heat of the moment had passed.

After a few moments of silence, Levi turned his head slightly, his expression was unreadable as ever. He looked directly at her eyes and she felt her face heating up, suddenly shy in the aftermath of their encounter. 

"So...that happened," she murmured.

Levi exhaled quietly, a faint hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Not something you usually do on a Friday night, I assume." His tone was as dry as usual, but there was a hint of warmth underneath.

She laughed awkwardly, shaking her head. "Yeah. Definitely not. This was...unexpected."

"Beats watching those cheesy romance movies alone, doesn't it?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling."Some of those movies have their charms."

"Sure they do," Levi replied dryly. 

They fell into silence again, but it felt more comfortable now. Her mind was racing, trying to process everything that had just happened. Part of her couldn't believe she'd just had sex with the grumpy janitor in an empty movie theater. Another part of her was already wondering if it would happen again.

"What about you? Is this... a regular thing for you?" She asked.

Levi's expression remained neutral. "Fucking strangers in the theater? Can't say it is." He said looking up at the ceiling.

She bit her lip, hesitating before speaking again. "I'm Y/N, by the way… In case you were wondering who you just… you know."

"Levi," he replied, even though she had just moaned his name a few moments ago.

"So..." she started hesitantly. "Do you make a habit of this? Hooking up with girls after hours?"

Levi turned to look at her fully, his expression serious.

"No," Levi said firmly, his eyes locking onto hers. “I don’t. Not really my thing."

Levi’s words hung in the air for a moment before her mind caught up with them. She blinked, trying to process what he had just said. “Wait, really?”

Levi turned his head slightly, his expression blank. “Why would you think otherwise?” he asked.

She bit her lip, feeling a flush creep up her neck. She shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Well… you had a condom,” she murmured, glancing away. “Kinda seemed like you carry those around at work… you know, just in case.”

Levi’s expression remained deadpan. “I don’t carry them for fun. I have to refill those stupid vending machines in the bathrooms,” he said flatly. “It’s just part of the job.”

She blinked, surprised. She hadn’t expected that answer. Her mind raced as the details sank in, and it actually made sense.

“Oh,” she said, a small laugh escaping her. “Well, that’s... practical.”

Levi nodded as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’d be surprised how often people go to the bathroom for more than just business,” he added disgusted.

Her cheeks burned, and she couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly. The memory of her rushing into the bathroom just a few minutes ago flooded back “Yeah,” she said awkwardly. “That’s... weird.”

They sat in silence for another moment, the air between them charged with an unfamiliar tension. 

Her mind raced, unsure what to do or say next. Part of her wanted to lean in and kiss him again, to see if the spark was still there. Another part felt suddenly self-conscious, hyperaware of her messy appearance and the fact that she had just fucked a man she barely knew.

"So,” Levi said, snapping her out of her thoughts, and breaking the silence. “You got anything else planned for tonight?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her. 

She was caught off guard by the question. She hesitated for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before answering, "Uh...no, not really," she said. 

She hadn't expected him to ask her something so casual, especially after everything that had just happened.

Levi’s lips curled into a sly smirk, his eyes filled with intrigue as he leaned in closer. He gently lifted her chin and tilted her head back, causing her to look up at him.

"Good," he said as he ran his thumb down her lip, watching her closely as she trembled under his touch. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

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Happy birthday to our man 🥰

Good day for Levi nation, have this Christmas feast !

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"Happy Birthday, my love, my darling."

Idk if I'll get enough time to colour it in time for our man's birthday, but here it is, Levi spending Christmas with my nerdy delusional ass 😭🥺 I love this man sm

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Some of my favorite Levi paintings from this year

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I agree, we've no fucking idea, he could be

Nah bc what if all of us are wrong and levi was a hoe in his younger days?

Anon lmaoo

This made me laugh so hard for no reason but I don't think so. It would be comedic for one to see all the reactions haha. But jokes aside, he most likely wasn't, I always say that Levi's sex life is a topic that none of us are wrong or right in since we don't know. So I feel like it depends on how someone sees him, some say he is a virgin, others say he isn't, some even do say that he was a bit of a womanizer back in the underground but all and all, we don't know.

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his eyes

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her little baby

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"Levi! Hold on- the bed- ah!" You moan as Levi pounds into you, his hand holds onto the bed frame tightly, you can hear the wood cracking under you. The bad was the last thing on his mind right now, he was balls deep inside of you, fucking you like crazy, he isnt about to spot because of the damn bad. "To hell with it. You feel so fucking good." Sweat drips down his forehead as he continues to drive into you, your moans growing louder, his cock was hitting your spot repeatedly. "Fuck...fuck.." He groans. "This fucking pussy was made for me.." He let's go of the headboard and grabs your neck pulling you into a sloppy kiss, your legs tighten around him, whimpers escaping against his lips. Levi pulls out and then fucks back into you hard, that causes the bed to break. He feels your pussy clench. "There's my girl. Cum for me." Levi follows shortly after, coming deep inside of you. His head drops onto your shoulder, his breath heavy. "We broke the bed again..." You whisper to him as you run your fingers down his now scratched back. "Again huh? We are gonna need a way more stable bed, baby."

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Redraw 

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AN AFFAIR OF HONOUR

Pairing: Duke!Levi Ackerman x Duchess!Reader

Summary: You make the unintelligent decision of ‘flirting’ with another man in front of Levi, and little did you know what consequences you would suffer. And little did you know you’d enjoy it…

WC: 3.6k

Content/Content Warning: 18+ MDNI, Arranged marriage trope, Regency!AU, Enemies to lovers, Time-period misogyny, Possessive Levi, Jealousy, Angry Sex, Slight dub-con, Fingering, Pain kink, Spanking, Oral (F receiving), Dumbification, Edging, Hair Pulling, Degradation, Praise, Biting, Mean dom Levi, Brief overstimulation, Creampie, Manhandling, Some fluff at the end, Mild aftercare.

A/N: This idea was stuck in my head after finishing rewatching Bridgerton, seeing this fanart made by @wortverlust and the newest episode of Levi in a suit. Consider this a peace offering for all the WIPs and requests I haven’t gotten to yet 🤲🏼

Let’s take this back to the 1800s, and envision an arranged marriage between you, a noble lady, and the duke Levi Ackerman.

Of course the pair of you had little say in your union, with your parents and Levi’s uncle organising the nuptials.

They didn’t care that you practically despised each other. They didn’t care about anything, really. Your parents just wanted you to be wed and bred, even if it was to a man like him.

Duke Levi Ackerman, a supposed womaniser, rumoured to have dallied in brothels and back-alley gentlemen’s clubs, staying loyal to a hot-headed, sheltered and untouched lady?

Definitely not a untold story, but an unlikely one for a man like him, many thought.

His reputation as a skirt-chaser stuck as the main topic during your engagement.

“We advise you learn bedroom etiquette before you’re alone with the Duke,” the ladies teased you behind fluttered fans, “Rumours tell us he is…well equipped.”

You could respond only with a silent gaze, eyes blown wide.

But unlike the conspiracies, Levi was not a brutish, lecherous monster that would care nothing for his wife.

He was just… jarring.

He didn’t show his emotions very well, portraying them in the most, well, Levi-esque fashion by giving sour-faces glares and blunt insults to anyone in front of him.

And around you, the main sentiments that came to light from the duke always seemed to be irritancy and sarcasm.

Not that you minded returning the attitude.

At the fresh start of your marriage, you just about tolerated sharing a bed with Levi, and him likewise.

So to say, neither of you touched one another for a while in any way, unless it was for show at galas and dinners.

But obviously, you’re both human.

You both had… urges. Thoughts and feelings that spread an insatiable throbbing heat between your legs.

At one point, the pair of you fell prey to your primal instincts with your hot naked bodies pressed up against each other. Levi slowly rutted against you, hips snapping into yours as he sucked at your lips and neck, leaving you a whimpering mess, coming hard around his cock.

That first time, that was good. It felt amazing.

The six times after that felt amazing too. Though, there was one thing missing, one key ingredient that you wanted to push you over the edge.

It was that bite.

That infamous attitude of Levi’s lacked with you in bed.

But you just didn’t want delicacy. You wanted hard, rough, unadulterated sin.

And little did you know your wants would be fulfilled after returning home one night from the Springer’s ball, with a positively vexed Levi at your side…

The moment you both returned to the manor and your bedroom door slammed shut, the ravenette was berating you like a priest in church.

“I told you to stay clear of the Yaeger brothers!” Levi hisses as he drapes his coat over a empty seat.

You merely roll your eyes at your husband’s annoyance, unclipping the diamond earrings from your lobes.

“Are you not going to remove your gloves, Your Grace? It’s awfully warm in here.”

Levi glares at you from the mirror as he sinks into the chaise nearby, evidently irritated at your dismissal.

“Especially from that Zeke” he continues gruffly. “That blonde ape did nothing but gawk like a deviant yet still you ignored my commands and clung to him the entire night.”

You sigh, disappearing behind the folding screen by the wall. “Might I remind you that Lord Yaeger asked me to dance, not the other way around.”

It’s irritating that Levi is annoyed at an issue he could’ve resolved so easily.

“Besides,” you call out into the dimly lit room, “dancing is not as illicit as you would presume. It was a ball, you do realise?”

Levi huffs in disagreement. “Regardless of public affairs, a man like him dancing with a married woman is unbecoming.”

He hears the sounds of fabric dropping to the mahogany floor.

Moments later you emerge from behind the divider, wearing a thin white chemise and a glare rivalling Levi’s as you seat yourself on the edge of the bed.

“Had you danced with me first, I wouldn’t have stood by Lord Yaeger at all!” you retort, face hot. “You only have yourself to blame, Levi.”

The ravenette knows you love dancing; he even entertains your boredom from time to time by twirling around with you in the dining hall.

So imagine your disappoint when you waited almost all night for him to take you by the hand towards the floor, but no - the only thing he chose to partner himself with was a glass of whiskey and a frown.

Loud footsteps thump towards you as he stalks forward, suddenly grasping your arm, leaning into you so suddenly you sprawl back onto the bed away from his burly figure.

“Is that meant to excuse your promiscuous behaviour? Hmm?” Levi asks, voice dangerously low. “Are you that needy, you decide to swoon into the arms of any fool nearby?”

You stare him, perplexed and unable to respond. A heartbeat pounds to life between your thighs, thumping hard and hot.

He’s quick to sandwich himself between your legs, pushing you flat against the sheets. Eyes like molten steel burn into you.

“I did nothing wrong” you begin, but Levi silences you with a thumb pressed to your pert lips.

He drops his head close to the curve of your, soft pink lips grazing your collarbones as they make their way up. You can feel his breath warm on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Remember your place as my woman,” Levi whispers against the shell of your ear. “I will not have you dishonour my reputation by acting like a whore.”

What a bloody hypocrite.

“Acting like yourself, you mean?��” you ask haughtily, jerking your head away from his. “Rich talk from a man with your notoriety.”

Levi relays little emotion to your insults, save for him swiftly pinning both wrists above your head with his one hand.

Done with such ease, it leaves you breathless. You try to ignore the pangs of arousal flaring through you.

He remains stone-faced at your reprisals, patiently waiting above you.

“Levi Ackerman, you have no right to chide me!” you continue, writhing underneath his strong grip. “You’re just a wealthy slut!”

Still, nothing.

Levi watches on as you grunt and try to wriggle yourself away from him to no avail. Head flopping back onto the bed, you turn your face away in defeat.

Deep quiet laughter rings in your ears.

“Finished with the childish tantrums, are we? Ready for bed?” he gives you a patronising leer. “Or should I send for some warm milk and honey to help you sleep?”

You turn to glare at him once more, eyes pierced and pissed.

“Do not trouble yourself with asking for sleeping aids, Your Grace,” you seethe, “just send for Zeke Yaeger. He should suffice.”

Levi’s smirk drops in an instance, brows knitted in surprise.

For a moment, you feel victorious, pride bursting in your chest at the dead silence falling between you both.

With only your heavy breathing filling the space, the ravenette’s grimace returns, jaw set.

He sits next to you on the bed, awfully calm as he tugs the leather gloves from his hands and shoving them into his pocket.

His burning gaze settles on you once more. “I think it is time I show you how a man ought to discipline his wife.”

Your eyes widen.

“Who on Earth do you think you-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Levi has you tossed across his knees. Goosebumps litter your skin as he tears your chemise from your body, leaving you bare and shrieking in his lap.

Rough hands grope at your ass, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.

“S-stop..let me go!” you squirm, “You…you little-”

A loud crack rings through the room as Levi brings his hand down onto your ass, skin rippling at the contact.

“Stop moving.”

You swallow thickly. The command has you throbbing even harder and you can’t help but listen.

“Such a mouthy woman,” he tuts, kneading your abused cheek. “You should learn to respect your husband.”

A small yelp escapes you when you feel cold fingertips skimming in between your legs, dangerously close to the wetness gathering at your folds.

He holds onto your lower back, pinning your quivering body against his lap. “And what is a better way for you to learn respect, if not from pain?”

Levi’s austere attitude would make you think he sees this as a mere chore, but the clothed erection pressing into your stomach says otherwise.

“Y-you’re enjoying this, you bastard!” you whine, limp in his hold.

He brings his hand down again.

The sounds of skin meeting skin rings through the room as he strikes you one, two, three, four times, a searing mix of pain and pleasure shooting sharp waves of arousal straight to your cunt.

The relentless onslaught forces a moan to slip from your lips, airy and jagged.

Levi startles briefly at your reaction, hand paused above your ass, ready to strike again. “Oh?”

You clasp a hand over your mouth, too late to stifle your true feelings. “F-fuck.”

Your head droops in embarrassment as you bury your face into the side of his thigh.

This was not how you envisioned your debauched curiosities coming to light.

Then, without any warning, Levi plunges two fingers deep into your soaked cunt. You nearly scream.

Eyes reeling back into your head, he slides the two digits in and out your wet hole with no mercy. He curves the two digits upwards slightly, pressing against that ribbed spot inside your hole, rendering you boneless.

Thumb ghosting over your clit, applying little pressure, Levi’s other hand glides up your bare back, soft touches dancing on your skin until his grip finds purchase in your hair.

Levi yanks hard, forcing your head up. His face looks the same as always, sullen and pissed, though his gun grey eyes bear a twinkle of something sadistic.

“Appears I’m not the only one who likes this” he observes.

You hiccup when he quickly pulls his slick-soaked fingers from your cunt and puts them to your now-puckered lips, your jaw grasped in his other free hand.

“Open.”

You glare, but oblige him silently.

Digits pressed against your tongue, you gag heavily at the intrusion. The salty taste of sin envelopes your tastebuds.

Moans vibrate in your mouth as your tongue swirls and suckles hard, eyes fluttering shut.

“Clever girl” Levi rasps out, chest rumbling against your side as he stifles a groan at your mewling, gaze locked on your lewd actions.

Thighs pressed together, you try to alleviate the neglected pressure between your legs.

Levi doesn’t fail to notice. You hear him tut in disapproval above you.

Much to your dismay, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, lifting you from his lap. A heavy hand pushes into your chest and you yelp, falling back onto the bed.

He scowls at down your naked form.

“This can’t be a punishment when you’re enjoying it so much.”

Levi chooses to make a m show out of undressing, with you as his only voyeur.

Kicking off his boots, he pulls his tie from his neck, dropping onto the dresser nearby. Unclipping the buttons waistcoat, he slowly pulls his tunic over his head, showing off his pale muscular chest, looking even boxier in the candlelight.

For whatever reason, he chooses to leave his trousers on, revealing only a small dark patch of hair trailing down to his covered cock.

You try not to show your eagerness. But the wanting look in your eyes betray you as your fingers skim over his abs down to the unbuttoned waistband.

“Remove… Remove off your pants.”

Your demanding words hold little face to your pride as they come out like a plea.

The short man frowns, swatting your hands away.

“Might I remind you” Levi mutters, dropping to his knees, “that this is not for your pleasure.”

A gasp evades you as he tugs you forward by your ankles, just far enough that your bare cunt is displayed in front of him at the edge of the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” your voice is barely above a whisper.

His lips tilt upwards in amusement as he rests each of your legs over his shoulders, firm hands securing them in place. “Teaching you a lesson.”

Before you can question him further, Levi’s hot tongue buried itself in your slit, eyes locked onto yours.

Dragging the wet muscle around your hole, the bridge of his nose nudges against your bundle of nerves, sending your hips keeling upwards. Shameless gasps and curses escape as you rock your hips to meet his mouth.

All muscles and joints in your body stiffen at the contact, and your hands grip at the sheets when his mouth latches around your clit. It’s not even been a minute and he’s reduced you to a quivering mess, writhing and hiccuping out his name.

“If you keep moving, I’ll stop,” Levi warns your nipping at your folds.

A familiar swirling sensation grows in the pit of your stomach, stronger and stronger with each caress of his tongue.

“Levi, p-please…oh…I’m going to…I’m…Hah, oh my-” you start to babble and writhe, ignoring his words.

But just as soon the stimulation sets, it’s gone.

Levi pulls away, hooded eyes gleaming at you from between your legs. A shiny wetness taints his mouth

“I was right, it seems” Levi murmurs, breath warm against your cunt. “You are a whore. And a desperate one at that.”

You nearly faint there and then.

It’s not fair - you were so close to burning up in that white-hot pleasure, and Levi just takes away it from you.

You wanted more. Needed it. To be licked and loved, filled and fucked. You needed him.

Eyes watering, you reach down to cup his face. You gingerly stroke Levi’s cheek with a quivering thumb.

“Please,” you croak, voice shaking, “please…let me finish… I-I’ll do anything for you.”

Levi sighs, gritting his teeth.

He almost takes pity on you. Your simpering tone and pout lips alone are making his cock throb in his pants. But self-control helps him regain composure.

He silences your trembling with a swift slap to your thigh.

“Keep your hands to yourself, woman, or I bind them.”

Arms dropping limply to your side, Levi’s lips suck at your leaking folds once more, large hands massaging your thighs.

Levi was an artist - his tongue was his brush and your cunt, his canvas. All the sucking and licking and touching had your head spinning. You’ve never done anything like this with him before. Each move seems so calculated, one stroke after the other leaves you breathless and begging.

He continues like this for the next ten minutes, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, only to pull you from your erotic stupor right at the last second.

At the end of it, he had you crying out in ruined pleasure five times. You’re practically sobbing.

“How does it feel?” Levi coos up at you, smirking at the sound of your jagged breathing.

“T-terrible”, you choke out spitefully. Three fingers circle your clit. “You’re so...ngh…cruel. I h-hate you.”

Levi swats the bundle of nerves. “Good.”

You groan as he rises to his feet, dropping your thighs carelessly.

The white sheets crumple as he manhandles you, flipping you onto your hands and knees, back arched and face crushed against the soft surface of the mattress.

Rough hands grips the fat of your thighs roughly, nails chewing into your skin. You mewl at the feeling.

“I should just leave you like this,” he hisses, hands gliding over the globes of your ass. “Whore of a woman.”

Gripping your hips, he pulls your ass flush to his crotch, grinding his cock against your cleft. Mind blank with want, you push back at the feeling, coaxing him in. Small grunts tear from his chest

“Please d-don’t. I’m sorry, Levi” you whimper, voice muffled by the sheets.

Hand sliding around your neck, he tightens his grip around your jugular, pulling you up until your back is flush to his toned front, knees anchored to the bed.

Your arms struggle to find ground, settling on his wrist grabbing your throat.

“You think Yaeger will still want you knowing what a easy lay you are, hm?” Levi asks, nipping at your neck, leaving little bruises in his wake. “A bit of pain and your legs are spread wide open.”

You shake your head aggressively, hiccuping as his free hand pinches your peaked nipples. “N-no! Don’t care ‘bout him, I j-just want you. Need you.”

He laughs through his nose.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore shameless.”

Suddenly, you’re shoved face first into the mattress, with one of Levi’s snaked into your hair and the other grabbing your hip.

Airy cries work their way past your lips when he plunges his length into you unannounced, hips clashing against your ass. He gives you no time to adjust as he finds a steady pace in his thrusts, jilting your body into the bed.

“You belong to me, you understand? “You. Are. Mine.” Levi rewards each word with a jerk of his hips. The curved tip of his cock kisses your cervix each time it pounds into your hole.

Sounds fall from your mouth as you try to respond, but you’re too far gone to know if you’re truly making any sense. Drool leaks from your lips as you mindlessly rock back into him, trying to fuck yourself to orgasm.

You look so pretty like this, Levi thinks, sprawled out just for him, going dumb on his cock. If it weren’t for your stupid little ego, he would’ve fucked you silly time ago, and then some more.

Twisting your head to the side, your eyes flick to Levi as you hear him groaning. Face flushed red, sweaty hair sticking to his glossed face as he grits his teeth, fucking deep into your cunt - the sight alone is enough to force strangled whimpers out of your mouth.

The heat between your thighs burns even hotter.

“L-Levi!” you squeal, fisting the sheets . “I…I’m going to…Please, oh my god-”

He breathes out a laugh, one hand sliding in between your thighs to toy with your clit, still pounding into you without skipping a beat.

“F-fuck!” he rasps, head bowing.“Go on, fall apart for me, darling.”

Sweet words mixed with such vulgar actions have your eyes rolling back into your skull.

Speckled nothingness blurs your vision. Hot-white pleasure floods your body, setting every one of your nerves on fire, your cunt clenching hard as your orgasm hits you, legs twitching violently as you sob into the pillow.

Levi fucks you through the peak of your high, hips not slowing even for a second. His fingers still encompass your clit, drawing sloppy circles against the quivering bud. Sputtered gasps break free from your throat as the overstimulation burns through you like gasoline.

“Too much! It’s too… I can’t…S-slow down,” you sob, arms flailing back to restrict him. He click his tongue, gathering both your hands and pinning them to your lower back.

“Fucking take it” he snarls, free hand yanking at your hair. You can only moan in response, letting him do what he wants.

Once again, his hips don’t give. Swinging back and forth, Levi leans back to watch his cock fuck in and out and your hole. He pulls out far enough, just leaving in the tip to stretch you side and then slams back into you mercilessly.

Gravelly moans flood your ears as he gives his final thrusts into you, unable to repress his sounds as your convulsing cunt throttles his length.

Leaning over, Levi bites down hard on the curve of your neck as he comes. Heavy hips stutter against yours until you’re both gasping. Levi’s cock twitches, emptying itself into your wet heat.

You both stay in that position for a few moments, waiting to catch your breath.

When he finally pulls out, you’re limbless like a ragdoll, tumbling onto the pillows without his arms supporting you.

Warm, pearly cum drips from your cunt, dampening your thighs. As your high drops, everything begins to ache, all of a sudden.

A burning sensation careens through your back, muscles taught from being strained. Your throat is hoarse, your legs haven’t stopped shaking and your ass stings with pain

You let out a quiet groan, closing your eyes.

Tough hands cup your face. Levi’s words ring in your ears, but your mind is too hazy to comprehend anything. You hear him tut.

The bed suddenly creaks. Footsteps thud around the room.

Cracking open your eyes, you see Levi stood over you with a warm wet cloth. You lay there all floppy, letting him roll you onto your back, gently wiping down your body as you mumble incoherently.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern laced in his words.

You simply give a tired smile, and he huffs in response, discontent with your reply but not wanting to press you any further.

Once the covers are pulled back and you’re both underneath the sheets, he drapes a hand over your waist, soothing the hot skin with small strokes.

Your nimble fingers card through his locs, fingertips gliding lower to scratch at his stubbly undercut. Levi sighs quietly at the feeling.

Two slender fingers dip under your chin, tilting your gaze upwards. Grey eyes meet yours, tired but firm. You lean forward, and Levi pressed his mouth to yours, deep and sincere, as your eyes slide shut.

“I want no other man to see you like this. You are mine, and mine alone,”you hear him mutter against your cheek.

You hum in agreement, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He presses his lips to the top of your head, breathing in your scent.

Before you drift away, his last whispers chant in your ears like a sonnet.

“My sweet girl.”

[koulakoukoula2003]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐑. 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐟𝐭. 𝐯. 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧

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“you know i hate messes, including the filthy little whores that make them”

content warning: dom!mr. clean x fem!reader, pet names (messy girl, good girl, pretty girl, doll, baby), masturbation (reader receiving), breath play, squirting, voyeur!mr. clean, degradation (slut, whore), praise kink, fellatio, unprotected sex, cream pie (no breeding kink), couch sex, full nelson, pussy spanking, pain play, cum eating, fingering, no beta we die like men

⊹˚. ♡ i have no regrets

that mr. clean commercial really did something to you.

you felt a little ashamed, really— finding the older man attractive, but the way he worked that mop just did it for you every time. he handled it with such care like caressing a lover's body. his strong, calloused hands gripped the pole firmly as he pushed it across the floors. his built stature withstood the test of time, each muscle bulging and flexing with every movement of the mop.

you couldn’t get over the way his neatly pressed clothing clung to his body leaving very little to the imagination. the white fabric pulled taut over his broad chest blanketing endless planes of bronzed skin. his pebbled nipples poked through tempting you, daring you to take them between your teeth. you imagined what kind of moans he’d make. or maybe he was a grunter…

that tight ass that filled out his trousers so seamlessly could be registered as a lethal weapon if you dared to bounce a quarter off it. the way he rolled his wide hips as he worked his way across the hard wood and that million dollar smile he flashed knowingly into the camera. he knew what he was doing. he was teasing you.

and it was working.

sitting on the couch, you threw your phone aside to dip your hand into your panties, running your fingers through your honeyed lips. your heartbeat stuttered a nervous rhythm as the obscene sounds of your wet pussy filled the room. your cheeks grew hot at the depravity of it all. this was so embarrassing. having the hots for the sexy janitor? but no one had to know. this would be your little secret between you and the man behind the screen.

you slowly dipped your finger in your wet cunt giving it a few experimental thrusts before joining in another. soft moans floated from your lips as you stretched yourself out slowly. you imagined how mr. clean’s thick fingers would fill you up, how they’d run through your folds teasingly just how he did the mop, gripping your plush thighs like a sponge.

you reasoned that his fingers would be munch bigger than yours and decided to slip in a third finger. the stretch had your cunt clenching hard around your digits. your back arched off the couch as you snapped your head back, mouth gaping into a pornographic “o” as you cried out in pleasure.

you gripped the throw pillows that decorated the furniture like a lifeline, the only thing that grounded you into reality as your head floated into the heavens.

feeling the familiar knot in your belly begin to pull taught, you increased your speed fucking yourself with such brisk and hard thrusts that had your toes curly in ecstasy. the even pace was impossible to keep; your movements quickly grew uncoordinated and messy. your arms burned with fatigue while your mind grew foggy from lust. needy mewls escaped your throat and your eyebrows crinkled in frustration, so desperate to reach your end that was so dangerously close.

you slid your hand over your chest covered by the oversized white t shirt you liked to pretend was his, tweaking one of your nipples to further yourself along before trailing up further to wrap your hands around your throat and squeezing gently imagining they were his.

the haze of euphoria and oxygen deprivation was dizzying, heightening the mind numbing sensation of each drag of your fingers against your sensitive walls. you choked out a few moans feeling your pussy spasm as the knot in your stomach pulled taught with agonizing tension before it snapped. you seized up, mouth open in a silent scream before crashing back down into the couch breath ragged and unsteady as you came down from the best high you’ve had in awhile.

and from lusting after mr. clean at that.

you removed your hand from your aching cunt with a small moan, eyes still shut tightly as you waited for you soul to return to your body. you wiped your messy and pruney fingers on your shirt already beginning to feel shame creep up on you.

eyes fluttering open, you almost shit yourself as you screamed seeing the bald man in front of you, cleaning up with puddle that stained your floors with his magic eraser.

your heartbeat was beating so loudly in your ears it was deafening. you didn’t even realize you squirted and who the fuck was this man in your house??

when he looked up at you, face handsome and aged like that finest of wines, bushy white brows quirked as he flashed that same knowing grin, you instantly recognized him. you felt need begin to bleed into you once more.

“such a messy girl,” he tutted as he stood from his kneeling position on the floor, earning him some crackles through his knees.

“mr. clean….” you gasped, in complete disbelief that he was actually here. “how…? “ you began, eyes seeming to travel endless as you lifted your gaze to meet his towering stature.

“magic,” he spoke in a dazzling whisper. a low chuckle shook his chest as he dangled the magic sponge in his hand.

“b-but—“

“you know, a pretty girl like you should really clean up after yourself. a spill like that would surely leave stains if left to seep into the grain of the wood. you should know better,” he spoke, a slight condescending lilt in his deep voice as he wiped his hands off on a clean white towel from his back pocket.

the slight hint of disappointment in his voice, made your heart sink a little in your chest. the man of your dreams was standing right here in your living room and he was displeased with you.

“im sorry mr. clean, i didn’t know. i was—” you began to apologize before the words stuck to your throat like peanut butter feeling the rough pad of his hand caress your cheek. you leaned into his touch with a gentle purr, melting into the embrace.

“you know i hate messes,” he cooed, words flowing so gently and sweetly from his lips, complimenting the subtle crease in his eyes as he smiled down at you, “including the filthy little whores that make them.”

it took you a moment to register his words having been lost in his affection. upon your realization, your doe eyes widened slowly to a frightful width as you lifted your head from his palm.

“mr. clean…” you spoke his name with disbelief on your tongue, yet still so soft and so innocent. the older man revealed in your cute reaction, his kind smile never faultering as he grazed your adorable frightened face with his knuckles. your obedience stirred something in him, so pliable and so reactive to his touch.

“we’re gonna practice cleaning up together, is that alright with you, doll?” he asked kindly, but something in his tone denoted that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you nodded eagerly, your empty cunt fluttering around nothing at the sensual tone of his words. “but first, we need to make a mess,” he added, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “may i borrow that pretty little mouth of yours?”

you nodded, taking the thick digit into your mouth nervously, swirling your tongue around it. mr. clean dipped his finger deeper into your mouth guiding you to take more of him.

“you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” he hummed in approval.

his convoluted praise made your heart flutter in your chest. you’d do anything for any ounce of recognition from that man, so eager to please him.

he removed his thumb from your mouth with a satisfied smirk. “i think you know what happens next…”

and you did. you did know what happened next. your mouth watered for it, already anticipating the weight of his cock on your tongue, eager to see if it looked and tasted as good as you imagined.

the couch ruffled as you shifted onto your knees, now eye level with mr. clean’s pelvis. he watched as you pawed at the growing bulge in his white trousers, eliciting a low growl from him. you quickly worked to unbutton his them, pulling his half hard cock from his briefs.

your senses were immediately hit with the clean scent of lemon breeze that wafted from his groin. you marveled at the way his cock grew in your palm as you stroked him to his full length. it was everything you imagined it to be and more. his neatly trimmed pubes decorated his pelvis like the first dusting of snow on a winter afternoon, standing out vividly against the tan skin below his waist only a half shade lighter than that of the rest of his body. he was hot and heavy in your hand with pretty veins trailing on the underside of his cock. his head was thick and rosy with arousal, glistening with the precum that you spread over his slit with your thumb.

mr. clean’s breath began to deepen and you worked him up, an occasional groan vibrating his chest. you placed a gentle kiss on the sweet spot below his head causing him to twitch in your grasp. a proud smile curled your lips. when you drew a long strip up the underside of his shaft before followed by a few kitten licks on his sensitive head, his hand found your hair, stroking it slightly while subtly urging you to take more of him into your mouth.

you obliged, wrapping your plush lips around the head of his cock, suckling gently on it. the older man groaned above you, digging his nails into your scalp.

“don’t tease” was his short command, his voice gruff and noticeable tense as he sank your head further down his length, puffing air through his nose.

you took him all, the head of his cock kissing your soft palate. releasing him with a gag, you swallowed his length again, bobbing your head around him at a quick pace, hands gripped firmly on his waist.

mr. clean grunted above you, hips rutting into the wet heat of your mouth with low growls in perfect time with your own movements. it was then that the constraints of his cotton tee became stifling. he pulled it over his head and off his body to reveal his golden chest that laid hidden beneath like the finest of treasure. and you just won the jackpot.

you stared up at the man lecherously, gaze low and slutty as you drank in the sight of him before you. your eyes followed the snow white happy trail that snaked up his toned abs cushioned by a thin layer of plush before it spread out over his big burly chest. mr. clean was the perfect picture of human anatomy, truly carved by the steady hands of the god’s.

a smug grin tugged at the lewd sight below him: your lusty expression, damped lashes, and surprisingly clean chin. you were learning…

“that’s enough,” he spoke firmly, pulling you off him, you pouted in protest, already beginning to feel drunk off his cock. or maybe it was the fumes?

you let out a yelp as mr.clean lifted you off the couch with one swift movement like you weighed next to nothing. a mere rag doll for him to throw around and fuck as he pleased. he took his seat on the couch, sitting you down on his lap with your back pressed to his chest.

“so here’s what's gonna happen next,” he growled into your ear. his voice was so low and gruff that it sent goosebumps washing over your skin. “i’m gonna fuck you, okay? and you’re gonna take what i give you. and when i’m done, you’re gonna clean up whatever filthy mess that whore cunt of yours makes, do you understand?”

“yes, mr. clean,” you breathed out. your body grew hot at his words. everything about him was so sexy. he was pulling at every single one of your strings, already knowing exactly how to make you sing for him. your clit throbbed at a steady rhythm while your dripping cunt squelched as you clamped your thighs together, creating such a sinful melody.

it was music to the older man’s ears. he hummed in delight, eyes closed fondly hearing you moan against his ear, head falling back onto his shoulder as he sunk into your sopping cunt.

“shit. slutty fucking pussy sucking me in…” he muttered to himself, his words trailing off as he began to get lost in your warmth.

he took your waist in his big hands, raising you slightly off his chest. you positioned your trembling legs on the edge of the couch to support yourself.

you barely got yourself situated before he began pounding into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust.

you arched your arch back further away from him feeling white hot pleasure zip through your veins and he stretched you out with each thrust, the thick ridges on his cock rubbing and dragging against all the right places that had you seeing stars that twinkled that freshly cleaned glass.

he expertly manhandled your body. so wise and experienced in his old age. you wondered how many women he’s fucked like this — seducing them with his sultry moves, alluring them with his hot bod and his helpful hands. the same hands that held a bruising grip on your waist as he drilled himself into you while grunting through clenched teeth.

your breast sloshed around like water in the air as shameless cries ripped from your throat. mr. clean couldn’t even make them out if he tried, the sounds going out in hiccuped moans and broken syllables. he felt his cock twitch at the sound of you being so drunk off him. he wished he could see that cute little face of yours lost in the pleasure only he could give you.

he knew he wouldn’t last much longer like this. not with you clenching around him like that. he needed to wrap this up but not before making sure you finished first.

he released his grip on your hip to reach around and smack your puffy clit repeatedly almost causing your legs to give out from under you at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain it created.

“look at this greedy little cunt trying to milk me dry,” he goaded. you could hear the satisfied smile on his lips from behind you. “want me to fill you up, is that right?”

you could only moan at his lewd words, their implication only spurring you on. your cunt fluttered around him in anticipation.

the action was not missed by him, hissing in pleasure as you clenched around him. “ i bet you’d —hah— i bet you’d like that, whore, hm?” he huffed out, his breath ragged as he approached his end.

when all you responded with were helpless whimpers he pinched your clit, returning your focus back onto him.

“y-yes!! yes!! g’nna cum!” you squealed, feeling warmth begin to spread through your body like wildfire so close to engulfing you in pleasure.

“that’s it, baby. be a good girl and come all over my cock,” he spoke, as he left wet open mouth kisses all over your neck and ears.

that was the last push needed to end you over the edge, your eyes rolling back into your head as your body tensed, imploding in all consuming flames as you came hard around his cock, leaving thick white cream at the base.

mr. clean followed after you, mercilessly fucking into you with messy strokes, pumping hot ropes of cum into you with a steady pulse.

he pulled out, watching from below as his cum dropped from your spent pussy and onto his stomach in thick white globs.

he dumped your limp body on the couch next to him, eyeing you in mild annoyance while you laid there to catch your breath.

“go on. get to work,” he commanded. “or have you learned nothing?”

mind still fuzzy, you sat and positioned yourself to kneel at his side before bending over to clean up your mess like you promised you would.

he watched lecherously as you lapped up your combined cum off his abs making sure not to waste a single drop. he felt his dick twitch to life again when you looked up from his lap with such a fucked out expression on your face, showing off the white cream on your tongue before swallowinng it down. he could barely hide the look of amazement on his face.

maybe there was a better clean than mr. clean.

“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it, dear?” he asked, his gentle smile returning to his face.

you felt pride swell in his chest when he looked at you, gently petting your hair with his palms, so happy to have pleased him.

“for more cleaning tips visit mycleanbook.ca” he whispered into your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before disappearing into thin air, leaving a cloud of sparkles and that clean lemon scent that you’d cherish for days to come.

“mr. clean, mr. clean, mr. clean…” you sang gently to yourself, settling further into the cushions, satisfied with a job well done.

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[koulakoukoula2003]

Nothing can beat gray shirt Levi in season 3 🤍