#levi x reader lemon | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

mocharyc · 28 days ago

Text

Invincible variants x reader Pt. 8✩ ‧ ₊ ˚

Stuck in a cave with Sinister~ Tag list: @irlandajacquelinne-blog

✩ ‧ ₊ ˚ Surrender to Sinister‧ ₊ ˚

☆ WC: 13k+ [Part 8] ☆ TW: (slow burn) SMUT!! ☆ Author's Note: First time writing smut. It was extremely hard; however, I believe I did alright ദ്ദി(˵•̀ ᴗ -) enjoy pookies~

–––––––––

His boots sent dust clouds billowing as they landed at the entrance. The cave mouth yawned before them, promising shelter from both the roaming creatures and the oppressive alien sky.

"Home sweet home," Sinister quipped, carrying her inside. His voice bounced off the stone walls as he ventured deeper, the light from outside growing dimmer with each step.

The cave extended deeper than it appeared, the ceiling high enough for him to stand without stooping. Darkness enveloped them as they moved further from the entrance, their enhanced vision allowing them to navigate the space.

He set Y/N down against the far wall, the rock cool against her back. Her breath hitched as her injuries made contact with the rough surface. Stepping away with a dramatic swirl of his tattered cape, he scanned their surroundings, muscles coiled beneath his armor, his posture alert despite his casual tone.

"Cozy," he declared, arms spread wide in mock hospitality. His teeth flashed in the dimness, the yellow of his cape catching what little light filtered into the cave. "Can't offer refreshments. The local cuisine fights back too much."

Y/N leaned against the wall, exhaustion washing over her in waves. Blood continued seeping from her wounds, though her enhanced healing struggled to repair the damage. Her eyelids grew heavy, tempting her to surrender to unconsciousness. Her head drooped forward, chin touching her chest.

"Hey!" Sinister's voice cracked like a whip. His hand shot out, gripping her uninjured shoulder, giving her a rough shake. His face thrust close to hers, the muscles of his forehead creating visible ridges above his lenses. "No sleeping until I've checked those wounds."

Despite his harsh tone, his gloved fingers moved with surprising gentleness as he examined her injuries. He probed the edges of the acid burn, his head tilting as he assessed the damage. His lips pressed together, the manic grin momentarily replaced by a focused expression.

"Beautiful work," he commented, something like appreciation coloring his voice. His fingers traced the outline of the burn, barely making contact. "Bet that stings like a bitch."

Without warning, he tore a strip from his yellow cape, the sound echoing through the cave. Folding the fabric into a makeshift bandage, he pressed it against her worst wound. His movements were precise, economical, at odds with the chaotic energy that seemed to radiate from him.

"Hold this," he ordered, guiding her hand to the bandage. Their fingers brushed, an unexpected current passing between them. His hand lingered, head tilting as though he'd noticed it too. For a moment, his perpetual grin faltered.

"Cape's getting shredded," he laughed, tearing another strip for her back wounds. The sound bounced off the cave walls, a manic edge to it. "Always thought it was too much anyway. Original me had no sense of style."

His hands worked with surprising efficiency, binding her wounds and cleaning others with the limited resources available. His fingers danced across her skin, applying just enough pressure to be effective without causing unnecessary pain. All the while, his voice filled the cave with observations that ranged from darkly humorous to intensely personal.

"You should've seen Angstrom's face when we turned on him," he said, fingers tracing the edge of a gash on her side. His teeth gleamed as he grinned, clearly relishing the memory. "Almost as good as yours when you realized you were falling into his trap."

Y/N winced as he applied another bandage. Her eyes flashed up to meet his lenses. "You didn't exactly rush to help."

His laugh echoed off the cave walls. He threw his head back, shoulders shaking with genuine amusement. "Had front-row seats to the show." His shoulders tensed momentarily, hands stilling on her wound. "Wasn't planning to jump in until that pathetic excuse for a Mark tried playing hero."

Finishing his work, he sat back on his heels, surveying her with an uncharacteristic stillness, the manic energy momentarily subdued. His head cocked to one side, the perpetual grin softening just slightly.

"You'll live," he pronounced, absently wiping blood from his gloves onto his thighs. "Healing factor's already working. Better than the Y/N I knew."

The mention of "his" Y/N hung between them, loaded with unspoken history. The air in the cave seemed to grow heavier.

"What was she like?" Y/N asked softly. "Your Y/N."

Sinister went rigid, gloved hands curling into fists. The tendons in his neck stood out, jaw clenching visibly beneath his mask. Just when Y/N thought he might lash out, his shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly.

"Beautiful," he whispered. His voice hardened immediately afterward, the momentary vulnerability vanishing like it had never existed. "And vicious. A killer who loved her work."

He leaned forward suddenly, closing the distance between them. One hand braced beside her head, the other tracing her jaw with surprising gentleness. His breathing quickened, chest rising and falling more rapidly.

"We painted cities red together," he continued, voice dropping to a vibration she felt more than heard. His fingers traced a path from her jaw to her throat. "Every hero who crossed our path ended up dead." His fingers trailed to her pulse point, lingering there as if counting heartbeats. "Until one didn't."

Y/N remained still, heart hammering against her ribs as his thumb stroked the vulnerable skin of her throat. She swallowed, the movement pressing her neck against his touch.

"You're not her," he said flatly. His lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them. "But you're here now. And I've decided that means you're mine."

Before she could respond, Sinister moved with inhuman speed. His hand slid to her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her forward. His lips crashed against hers with bruising intensity, demanding and possessive. His teeth caught her lower lip, the brief sting followed by the metallic taste of her own blood.

Y/N's hands flew up instinctively, one pressing against his chest, the other closing around his wrist. Her fingers dug into the material of his suit, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Rational thought warned her of the danger he represented, of the violence she'd witnessed him inflict with casual pleasure. But another part—darker and more primal—responded to his intensity, to the raw need evident in every point of contact between them.

Sinister broke the kiss, a breathless laugh escaping as he pulled back just enough to observe her. His grin was predatory, her blood staining his lips crimson. His chest heaved against her palm, heart racing beneath her fingertips.

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," he admitted, voice rough with desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting her blood on his lips. "The look on Mohawk's face when he kissed you? Priceless. But he doesn't know how to handle you. None of them do."

His hand slid from her hair to her shoulder, fingers trailing down her arm in a deliberately slow caress. His touch left goosebumps in its wake, despite the heat radiating from his body. "I do." The words emerged as both promise and threat, his grin widening. "I know exactly what you need."

A sound from deeper in the cave drew their attention—soft scratching, like claws against stone, followed by a low, guttural hiss that raised the hairs on Y/N's neck. Sinister's head snapped up, body shifting from seductive to predatory in an instant. He rose to his feet, positioning himself between Y/N and whatever lurked in the darkness.

"Stay behind me," he ordered, voice dropping to a whisper. His hands curled into fists, shoulders squared beneath his torn cape. His entire posture changed, the playful malice replaced by lethal focus.

The sound came again—soft scratching, like claws against stone, followed by a low, guttural hiss that raised the hairs on Y/N's neck.

Sinister's laugh cut through the tension, genuine in its delight. He cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp in the confined space. "Dinner just delivered itself," he said, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. "Stay put, sweetheart. I'll handle this."

He stepped into the darkness, yellow cape swirling around his ankles. The black and yellow of his suit disappeared into the shadows, only occasional flashes of movement visible. His laughter echoed off the walls, the sound growing more manic with each passing second.

"Well, well," his voice drifted back. "Aren't you an ugly little fucker?"

His laughter echoed off the walls, followed by wet impacts and high-pitched screeches that grew progressively weaker until silence fell once more. The sounds of combat were punctuated by his gleeful exclamations, clearly enjoying the violence he was inflicting.

"You can stop looking so worried," he called, words preceded by another laugh. "I'm fine. Can't say the same for our roommate."

He emerged from the shadows, something dark and viscous dripping from his gloved hands. His lenses gleamed in the dim light, his grin wide and satisfied—a predator returning from a successful hunt. Blood spattered across his face and chest, none of it his own. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the blood rather than cleaning it.

"Cave's clear," he announced, wiping his hands against his thighs. His chest rose and fell rapidly, adrenaline still coursing through his system. "Just something with too many eyes and not enough sense to stay away."

He dropped beside Y/N again, movements fluid despite the brutality he'd just unleashed. His blood-smeared glove brushed a strand of hair from her face, leaving a dark streak across her cheek. His breathing gradually slowed, the frantic energy of combat fading but never fully disappearing.

"Where were we?" he asked, voice dropping to that intimate register again. His head tilted, lenses reflecting her face—pale, battered, marked with the evidence of his touch. His lips curled into a smile that was almost gentle. "Oh, right. I was telling you how much better you are than all the other Y/Ns."

His hand moved to her neck, fingers splaying across her pulse. The leather of his glove was warm against her skin, sticky with alien blood. "You're stronger. Faster. More durable." His thumb traced her jaw, leaving another streak in its wake. His teeth flashed in a grin. "Perfect for someone like me."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, a surge of defiance cutting through pain and exhaustion. She gripped his wrist, applying just enough pressure to make her point. Her eyes locked onto his lenses, searching for the eyes hidden behind them.

"I'm not yours," she said precisely. "And I'm not a killer—not like you."

Sinister's laugh was sharp and immediate, his free hand covering hers. His fingers wrapped around her smaller hand, holding it against his wrist. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. I've seen the bodies you've left behind."

His fingers interlaced with hers, the gesture almost tender. "But we've got plenty of time to work on your self-awareness." He gestured around them with their joined hands, taking in the cave and the alien world beyond. "Because it looks like we're both fucking stuck here."

A bubble of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, surprising them both. Her lips curved into a smile despite everything. "Is that the best you've got?" she asked, an unexpected spark of humor lighting her eyes.

Sinister's head tilted curiously. Then he threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the cave walls—almost genuine, almost human. His shoulders shook with the force of it, the tension in his body momentarily released.

"You're right," he admitted, squeezing her hand with controlled strength. His thumb traced circles on her palm. "I can do better. Give me time." His voice dropped lower, taking on that dangerous edge again. "We've got plenty of it now."

He shifted to sit beside her against the cave wall, maneuvering her onto his lap so her back rested against his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. His arms encircled her waist with careful attention to her injuries, his body heat seeping into her through their suits.

"Rest," he ordered, arms encircling her waist with careful attention to her injuries. "You're no good to either of us dead from blood loss."

Y/N tensed at the unexpected intimacy, but exhaustion and blood loss were taking their toll. Her muscles gradually relaxed against him, her weight settling more fully into his embrace. Sinister's body radiated heat against her back, his heartbeat steady and strong.

"Don't trust you," she murmured, words slurring as consciousness began to slip away. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, eyelids fluttering as she fought to stay awake.

Sinister's laugh vibrated through both their bodies, his arms tightening fractionally around her waist. His lips brushed against her ear, breath warm against her skin. "Smart girl," he whispered. "But right now, I'm all you've got."

Y/N drifted into a fitful sleep, aware even in semiconsciousness of Sinister Mark's vigilant presence. His hands remained on her, one at her waist, the other absently stroking her hair. Hours passed this way, the alien moons shifting position outside the cave entrance, casting new shadows across the stone floor.

***WARNING SLOW SEX***(ima tease)

She awoke to the sensation of movement—subtle at first, then unmistakable. Warmth enveloped her, not just from Sinister's body heat, but from his touch as his gloved fingertips traced patterns along her thigh and lower back. The leather of his yellow gloves caught slightly against her skin, sending goosebumps rippling in their wake. His hard chest pressed against her back, rising and falling with increasingly rapid breaths.

Against her lower back, something firm and insistent pressed through the fabric of their suits. Sinister's breathing changed, growing heavier beside her ear, hot puffs of air stirring the hair at her temple. His chest expanded more rapidly now, the thundering of his heart reverberating through her own body.

Sinister's face hovered mere inches from hers, his nose buried in her hair. His eyes fluttered closed behind the black lenses, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. The sharp line of his jaw tensed, a muscle jumping beneath pale skin as his lips parted slightly. That familiar savage grin spread across his face, teeth gleaming white in the dim bluish glow that filtered through the cave entrance.

"Finally awake?" The words rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her back. His voice carried a raspy, husky quality it hadn't possessed before, each syllable caressing her ear as his lips brushed against the sensitive shell. The yellow-gloved fingers at her waist flexed suddenly, digging into the soft flesh beneath the torn fabric of her suit. "Was getting bored watching you sleep."

Y/N shifted, suddenly hyper aware of their position—her body nestled between his powerful thighs, the unmistakable ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against her lower back. Her enhanced healing had worked its magic during her rest; the sharp, stabbing pain from before had subsided to a dull throb, allowing other sensations to take center stage.

She adjusted her position slightly, drawing a sharp hiss from between Sinister's teeth. His pupils dilated behind the dark lenses, jaw clenching as his hands shot to her hips, gripping them with barely restrained force. The yellow of his gloves stood out starkly against the darkness of her suit, his fingers spreading wide to encompass as much of her as possible.

"Careful," he warned, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent shivers racing down her spine. His head dipped lower, lips parting as a barely suppressed groan rumbled through his chest. His large hands slid to her thighs, fingers splaying across them.

The pressure of his fingertips increased, pulling her legs slightly apart as his hips shifted beneath her. The movement nudged his hardness, positioning it just above her ass, trying to slide between her thighs. "Don't start something you aren't prepared to finish."

His breathing grew labored against her neck, the warmth of each exhale sending cascades of goosebumps across her skin. The pressure against her intensified, no longer a vague hardness but the unmistakable outline of his cock, thick and insistent through the fabric of his suit.

Sinister's hips twitched beneath her in small, controlled motions. His expression shifted continuously—eyebrows drawing together in concentration one moment, lips parting in pleasure the next. His jaw clenched rhythmically, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fought to maintain control.

You feel that?" he asked, voice low and intimate as his lips brushed the shell of her ear. A wild laugh bubbled under the surface of his words, that manic edge dancing between desire and madness. "That's what you do to me. Just by existing."

His gloved hand traveled upward along her side, following the curve of her ribs. Fingertips skimmed just beneath the swell of her breast, causing her breath to catch audibly in her throat. A smile played at the corner of his mouth, eyes glinting behind his lenses at her reaction.

"Healing nicely," he murmured, the clinical observation belied by the raw hunger lacing his tone. Behind his lenses, his pupils had expanded, nearly swallowing the iris. A feral intensity radiated from him even through the black barrier. "Though I should probably check thoroughly."

His other hand remained firm on her inner thigh, large fingers gripping the muscle with barely restrained strength. The bright yellow of his glove created a stark contrast against her suit, drawing her eyes to the possessive grip. He shifted beneath her again, breathing hitching as his hips lifted slightly, pressing his hardened length between her thighs, nudging just below the curve of her ass, searching for that sweet spot between her legs.

A small gasp escaped her lips before she could trap it, her body responding instinctively to the contact. His chest vibrated with dark laughter, the sound rippling through her back where she pressed against him.

"Something wrong?" he asked, voice dripping with mock innocence, lips curving into that infuriatingly confident smirk. His hand continued its exploration, trailing across her stomach, dipping lower to trace the waistband of her suit.

His fingers danced along the edge of the fabric, teasing, not quite daring to slip beneath. His yellow-gloved fingers drummed a playful rhythm against her hip bone. "Just making sure everything's..." His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, gaze dropping to where his fingers played. "...functioning properly."

Y/N turned her head, intending to confront him, only to find herself mere inches from his face. His lips parted slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted in that perpetual smirk. Though his lenses obscured his eyes, she felt the intensity of his gaze boring through them, hungry and intent. A single bead of sweat traced a slow path down his temple, disappearing beneath the edge of his mask—the only indication that his control wasn't as absolute as he pretended.

"What are you doing?" she managed, voice steadier than she expected. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck as her pulse thundered beneath her skin. Her lips parted slightly with each quickened breath, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched his own.

His smile widened, revealing those perfect teeth, flashing white in the dim light—a predator's grin. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" He rolled his hips again, more deliberately this time, grinding himself against her with undisguised intent. His eyes never left hers, watching her reaction with rapt attention. "I thought that was obvious." His laugh echoed off the cave walls, genuine amusement dancing in the sound.

Strong fingers suddenly gripped her hips, holding her immobile as he ground upward with a low groan that seemed torn from deep in his chest. The hard outline of his cock beneath his suit rubbed deliciously between her legs, catching against the seam of her suit directly over her center. The friction pulled a strangled sound from her throat, somewhere between protest and pleasure. Her fingers flew to his forearms, nails digging into the material of his suit as he continued his torturous movements, each roll of his hips sending jolts of heat through both their bodies.

His free hand moved to her chin, tilting her face toward his. The touch was gentle but unyielding, allowing no resistance. "You know what I realized while you were sleeping?" His voice dropped to a whisper, intimate and somehow more dangerous for it. His lips nearly brushed hers as he spoke, each word a caress against her skin. "I don't need to find my way back to those other idiots. Don't need to find another Y/N."

His thumb traced her lower lip, pressing gently where he'd split it earlier with his kiss. The yellow of his glove created a stark contrast against her flushed skin. His breathing quickened visibly, chest rising and falling more rapidly as he watched the motion of his own thumb against her mouth. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, leaving them glistening in the dim blue light filtering through the cave entrance.

"You're better than she ever was. Stronger. More...resilient." The word carried layers of meaning, his body shifting beneath her again, pressing his hardness more firmly against her. His voice dropped even lower, almost vulnerable in its intensity. "From now on, there is no more past Y/N. Only you. I fucking love you."

He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in another kiss—less violent than before but no less demanding. His hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss, tongue tracing the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. His other hand tightened on her waist, pulling her more firmly against him.

The kiss was nothing like Omni-Mark's gentle exploration or Mohawk's desperate pleading. Sinister kissed like a man possessed, all consuming heat and barely restrained violence. His teeth caught her lower lip, tugging just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through her body. His tongue swept inside, claiming every corner of her mouth, demanding a response.

Y/N found herself responding despite every rational thought screaming caution. Her lips parted, allowing him access, her body arching unconsciously into his touch. A small sound escaped her throat, something between a whimper and a moan. Her fingers tangled in the material of his suit, holding onto him as though he were an anchor in a storm.

Sinister broke the kiss with a triumphant laugh, shoulders shaking with manic glee. His chest heaved against hers, breath coming in quick gasps. His eyes gleamed behind his lenses, pupils blown wide with desire. "That's it," he encouraged, voice rough with need. "Stop fighting what you want."

His hands roamed more boldly now, exploring her body with possessive intent. His gloved fingers traced patterns across her skin, each touch lighting fires in their wake. "You've been surrounded by those pale imitations, those broken versions of me," he murmured against her skin, lips trailing down her neck. His teeth grazed her collarbone, tongue darting out to taste her skin. "But none of them understand what you really need."

Y/N's head fell back against his shoulder, rational thought becoming increasingly difficult as his hands and lips worked their magic. Her breath came in quick gasps, body responding to his touch despite her mind's reservations.

"And what's that?" she managed as his teeth grazed her pulse point, sending shivers of pleasure-pain radiating through her.

"Someone who sees you for what you are," he answered, one hand sliding beneath the torn fabric of her suit. His fingers brushed against bare skin, tracing patterns that left goosebumps in their wake. His yellow cape rustled as he shifted, wrapping around them both like a cocoon. "Not what they want you to be."

"Someone who isn't afraid of the darkness in you." His teeth nipped at her earlobe, drawing another gasp from her lips. The tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear, hot and wet against the sensitive skin. "Someone who'll help you embrace it."

He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips, could hear the hitch in her breath as his touch ignited sparks across her skin. It thrilled him, this effect he had on her, the way her body responded to his even as her mind tried to resist. A grin spread across his face, predatory and triumphant. He had her where none of the other variants did! Not even fucking Omni...

His hand slid higher, cupping the soft swell of her breast through the tattered fabric of her suit. The weight of it filled his palm perfectly, her nipple hardening beneath his touch. His thumb circled the sensitive peak, drawing a soft moan from her lips as she arched against him, her back bowing, pressing more firmly into his touch.

"You need someone who understands the darkness inside you," he murmured, his voice a low growl against her ear. "Someone who can match it. Feed it."

He shifted her in his lap, turning her to face him. His hands gripped her hips, positioning her so she straddled him, bringing them face to face. The new position pressed them together intimately, his arousal evident against her core. His hands moved to frame her face, gently cupping her cheeks. His thumbs massaged the soft flushed skin beneath them, eyes drinking in every detail of her expression, from the slight parting of her lips to the dilation of her pupils. "God, you're beautiful," he mumbled, voice tinged with genuine awe beneath the hunger.

Y/N's face was flushed, a rosy hue spreading from her cheeks down her neck. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, plump and inviting. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, the torn fabric of her suit revealing tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin beneath.

"Tell me, Y/N," he breathed, his lips hovering just above hers. "Tell me you need me. Tell me you want me to help you embrace the darkness inside you."

His hand slid down her back, cool leather tracing the delicate curve before settling, firm and definite, cupping the swell of her ass through the thin suit. He squeezed, a deliberate pressure that wasn't gentle, pulling her hips flush against his, molding her soft curves to the hard lines of his body. She felt irrevocably caught, like a moon pulled into a planet's inescapable gravity field.

His hips began to move against hers, a slow, deliberate rocking. Each insistent grind sent a shockwave radiating through her core, a silent promise etched in motion that made her stomach clench. His breathing roughened, the sound loud and ragged in the close air between their faces. A faint sheen of sweat slicked his temples, catching the dim, alien light pulsing around them. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing visibly beneath the pale skin as he fought a battle for control his body was already losing.

The friction ignited a firestorm within Y/N. Every point of contact became a spark threatening to consume her. A broken sound tore from her lips, a moan she barely recognized as her own – raw, untamed. Sinister's erection, already thick and hard beneath the layers of their suits, pressed insistently against her center. The unyielding ridge was a tantalizing torment against her sensitive flesh. Each subtle shift of his hips sent waves of sheer pleasure radiating outward, building an unbearable pressure deep inside her, a desperate, aching need erupting within. Her thighs trembled, a desperate counterpoint to his steady rhythm. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging, seeking anchor, seeking more of the exquisite torment.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through his chest into hers, sinking deep into her bones. "Say you're mine, Y/N. Say you'll let me show you... the truth of who you really are."

He captured her mouth again, teeth nipping sharply at her swollen lower lip before his tongue swept inside. It wasn't a gentle exploration; it was an invasion, hot and slick and demanding. He tasted her arousal, the faint metallic tang where his teeth had grazed her lip, and it fueled him. His tongue muscle, thick and agile, moved against hers, stroking, tangling, plunging deep in a rhythm that mimicked a more intimate act. He consumed her answering moan whole, pressing his advantage, mapping the wet heat of her mouth as if claiming territory.

Y/N pulled back just enough to speak, needing air, their breaths mingling, hot and heavy. Her hands, shaking slightly, rose to his face. Her fingers traced the sharp, unfamiliar edge of his lenses. "Take this off," she whispered, her voice husky with burgeoning desire, a plea and a command tangled together. "I want to see your eyes... when you look at me."

Sinister froze. Every muscle in his body went rigid against hers, taut as wire. For a heartbeat, he seemed suspended, caught between ingrained defiance and a startling urge to surrender to her demand. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, his hands rose. Gloved fingers curled around the dark edges, hesitating for a fraction of a second that stretched into an eternity, before he pulled them away.

His eyes were revealed. Stark. Startling. Twin pools of absolute blackness that seemed to burn with a primal, almost feral hunger aimed directly at her. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing any color, reflecting only the flickering alien light and the inferno of his need back at her. Without the usual barrier, the raw, unfiltered intensity pouring from him was almost overwhelming, a physical force pressing against her. Framed by thick, dark lashes casting long shadows on his high cheekbones, those eyes stood out against his pale skin. They held none of Omni-Mark's accessible warmth, none of Viltrumite Mark's conflicted turmoil – only pure, unadulterated, consuming desire, narrowed solely on her.

His gaze never wavered, never left hers for an instant, as he tossed the lenses aside. The faint clatter against the cold stone of the cave floor echoed loudly in the sudden silence.

"Happy now?" he asked, his voice rough-edged, scraping with a raw emotion that bordered on vulnerability. "This is what you do to me, Y/N. This is what you've always done to me."

His hands clamped back onto her hips, gripping her more firmly now, anchoring her to him as he ground against her with renewed intensity.

His hips bucked upward, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing, rubbing, insisting against her core. The friction drew a symphony of gasps from both of them. His gloved fingers dug into her flesh, claiming her, leaving deepening red marks that would bloom like dark flowers by morning. A sharp, predatory grin stretched his lips, all angles and hunger, as he watched her face contort with the pleasure washing over her. Dark satisfaction gleamed naked in his uncovered eyes.

"Now," he growled, the sound vibrating through her body as he pulled her harder against him, the fabric of his yellow cape rustling beneath them like dry autumn leaves caught in a storm. "Where were we?"

Y/N's fingers traced the contours of his face, exploring the sharp angles and planes she'd only glimpsed before. Without the concealing lenses, his expression held a flicker of something startlingly open beneath the hard surface.

His dark eyes followed her every movement, hungry and attentive. His breath hitched when her thumb brushed across the sensitive skin of his lower lip. The cave's dim light carved dramatic shadows across his face, highlighting the hollows beneath his cheekbones, the fierce heat simmering in his gaze.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, the words surprising them both, a truth spoken aloud into the charged air.

Something flickered across Sinister's face—shock? Pleasure? Confusion?—before his usual smirk snapped back into place, a familiar mask settling. A single dark eyebrow arched, a sardonic twist lifting one corner of his lips as his chest rumbled with a low, dark laugh that vibrated against her breasts. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling. "Flatterer," he purred, the playful word a stark contrast to the possessive fire still burning in his eyes. "Trying to distract me?"

His lips found hers again. This kiss was different – slower, more deliberate, yet stripping nothing away from the intensity. His tongue swept into her mouth with deliberate leisure this time, tasting her thoroughly, stroking against hers, a wet, slick friction that sent shivers down her spine.

His hands tangled in her hair, cradling her head with an unexpected firmness, holding her captive for his exploration. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, the sound loud in the cave, a visible haze rising between them in the cool air.

"My Y/N was a killer," he murmured against her lips, eyes half-closed, his dark lashes casting spider-leg shadows on his high cheekbones. "We painted cities red together. Not an ounce of remorse between us."

His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, the rough leather of his gloves a startling caress against her skin. His black eyes studied her with laser focus, his thumb brushing over the exquisitely sensitive spot just beneath her ear, making her tremble. "But you... there's something in you that's still... pure. Untouched." His lips twisted in a smile that held a strange, almost wistful quality, a rare glimpse beneath the armor. "I hate it. I love it. I want to corrupt it and protect it all at once."

He shifted beneath her, the subtle movement sending electric currents racing through her already overloaded nerves. His hands slid down to her hips again, gripping her, guiding her body into a slow, deliberate rotation against his hardness. The stark black of his suit was a sharp contrast against the paler tones of her torn clothing, against her skin flushed hot and bright in the dim, flickering light.

"You've already had a taste of Omni, haven't you?" The question emerged as a low growl, raw jealousy flashing in his eyes like heat lightning. His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping beneath the pale skin. "Did he show you what you really need? Did he satisfy the hunger I see burning in your eyes, practically licking at the cage?"

Y/N's hands clenched on his shoulders, fingers digging into the unfamiliar material of his suit as she instinctively moved against him, needing friction, needing something. Her hips rolled in a slow, sinuous motion, grinding her aching center against the rigid length of him. It felt like an answer, like a silent plea. Her breathing quickened, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. The muscles there worked as she swallowed hard, fighting for some semblance of composure. Her hair cascaded down her back, a dark river catching the sparse light, wild and untamed against her skin.

"He didn't—" she started, but the words choked off on a sharp gasp as Sinister's teeth grazed her pulse point. The brief sting, the implied violence of it, drew a shiver from somewhere deep inside her.

"Didn't what?" Sinister laughed, the sound a deep purr vibrating against her skin, laced with dark thrill. His eyes gleamed, mischief and something far more primal swirling in their black depths. "Didn't fuck you properly? Didn't show you what it feels like to just... let go?" His hand slid beneath the torn fabric of her suit, fingers trailing with agonizing slowness up her ribs. Goosebumps erupted in their wake. Each point of contact was a tiny explosion. "Their loss. My gain."

His fingers trailed higher, cupping the soft swell of her breast through the thin material. His touch was both gentle and insistent, thumb grazing with deliberate pressure across her nipple. It peaked instantly, painfully hard beneath his touch, and a soft moan escaped her lips, a sound that visibly fueled the hunger blazing in his eyes. Her eyelids fluttered, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of her natural eye color remained around the black. Her gaze fixed on his, trapped in a vortex of fear and undeniable, overwhelming desire.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, his hot breath fanning against her ear, making the tiny hairs there stand on end. "Tell me you want me."

Y/N's eyes locked with his. She saw none of the mechanical coldness she might have expected—only a burning heat, a primal hunger, and something else... something that looked terrifyingly like desperation, a vulnerability that mirrored the panic and helpless need churning inside her. The veins stood out along his neck, his pulse a frantic, visible rhythm beneath the pale skin, racing as fast as her own heart hammered against her ribs. Her hands lifted again, framing his face, thumbs stroking across his sharp cheekbones, feeling the faint roughness of stubble beneath the warm skin.

"I want you," she admitted, the words barely a breath, almost swallowed by the charged stillness of the cave.

Sinister's triumphant laugh echoed off the cold stone walls, bouncing back at them. His arms tightened around her like iron bands, crushing her against him. His head fell back, exposing the strong column of his throat as the sound bubbled up from deep in his chest, dark and thrilling and utterly consuming. "Mine," he growled, the word vibrating with raw satisfaction, a primal claim hammered into the air, into her. His eyes, when they snapped back to hers, were nearly solid black, feral with desire. "Fuck, Y/N. You're all mine."

His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing across her flushed cheeks. Her skin felt fever-hot beneath his touch, soft and burning against the cool leather of his gloves. His dark eyes searched hers, raw lust warring with that flicker of vulnerability he kept revealing, a desperate need laid bare. "What do you want from me, Y/N?" he asked, his voice rough, thick with desire, a plea hidden within the demand. "Tell me what you need. Anything, sweetheart. I'll give you anything."

Y/N's hand slid around to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his short, dark hair. It was surprisingly soft against her skin, strands slipping like cool silk between her fingers, a dizzying contrast to the rough leather of his suit, the hard planes of his body. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heartbeat a frantic flutter visible in the hollow of her throat.

"You," she whispered, the admission torn from her. "Just you."

Something wild ignited in his eyes—triumph, possession, and that raw, almost desperate need all surging together, a dangerously intoxicating cocktail. His grin stretched wide, savage joy and hunger warring for dominance, his teeth gleaming sharp and white in the dim light. In one fluid, powerful motion, he surged to his feet, lifting her effortlessly, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as he crossed the cave floor in a few long strides, the muscles in his arms flexing visibly beneath the black suit.

"Then you'll have me," he promised, his voice thick, pressing her back against the cool, unforgivingly rough stone wall. His body caged her in, the hard planes of his chest flush against her softer curves, trapping her between rock and sheer force. His hands gripped her thighs, hitching them higher around his waist, fingers digging into the supple flesh beneath her suit, anchoring her, claiming her. "All of me."

His lips crashed down on hers again, devouring her mouth in a kiss that left no room for thought, for hesitation, only pure reaction. His tongue swept past her lips, plunging deep, tangling with hers in a wet, urgent dance of dominance and surrender. His hips rolled against hers, the relentless friction drawing simultaneous moans from both their throats, the sounds echoing, amplifying, in the confined space. Each deliberate thrust pressed the unyielding hardness of his erection against her core, building that unbearable tension tighter and tighter, coiling deep in her belly.

"Sinister," she gasped, her head falling back against the cold stone, the sudden chill a shock against her heated skin. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a searing trail of fire in their wake. Her eyes squeezed shut, lashes dark crescents against her cheeks, her mouth parted on a silent cry of escalating pleasure.

His laugh vibrated against her skin, a dark, thrilling tremor that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The hot rush of his breath grazed the sensitive hollow where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth scraped lightly, a bite that claimed rather than wounded, sending sparks down her nerves.

"Say it again," he commanded, the words a low growl against her collarbone, each syllable a spark. His gloved hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her impossibly harder against him, the friction of their suits a rough, rasping counterpoint to the rising, slick heat between her legs. "Say my name." His voice dropped then, softened, a vulnerable undercurrent beneath the demand, his forehead resting briefly, heavily against hers. "Mark... your Mark."

Her eyes, wide and swimming, traced the harsh lines of his face, the stark angles and deep shadows cast by the dim, pulsing alien light. One gloved hand, strong and purposeful, reached down between her thighs.

Fingers clenched around the fabric of her suit. Then, with a single, powerful motion, he tore a gaping hole. The sound ripped through the charged silence, sharp and final, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze. His breath hitched, a sharp, audible inhale. His eyes widened, darkening further as they devoured the sight of her bared flesh, her glistening wet heat shimmering in the gloom.

"Beautiful," he breathed, the word stripped bare of any mockery, raw, almost reverent. His gloved fingers traced the ragged edge of the torn fabric. The light brush of leather against her exposed skin sent convulsive shivers across her belly, down her thighs. Each touch was a spark igniting a wildfire she couldn't control. His eyes burned into hers, dark and consuming. "Perfect."

Sinister groaned, a guttural sound ripped from deep in his chest, pure lust given voice, as he leaned down, his gaze fixed on her glistening folds. He could see her slickness, see how wet she was for him, the clear juices shimmering, already coating her inner thighs.

The musky, intoxicating scent of her arousal rose, sharp and distinct, filling his nostrils, making his head spin with a hunger that clawed, demanding satisfaction. He fought the urge to bury his face between her legs right then, to lap at her, taste her, devour her until she screamed his name, until her throat was raw and her body shook apart under his mouth.

His lips crashed down on hers again, a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue delving deep, almost stealing her breath with its intensity. His hips ground more insistently against her now exposed center.

The rough material of his suit created an exquisite, maddening friction against her hypersensitive flesh, drawing broken moans from her lips that only fueled his relentless desire. Her fingers tangled desperately in his hair, pulling him closer, surrendering completely to the storm of sensation he orchestrated within her.

His hands roamed over her body, touching, claiming, marking. Each caress left a trail of fire, building that unbearable knot of tension low, low in her belly. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck again, teeth nipping sharply at the sensitive skin, drawing sharp gasps and soft whimpers from her throat.

Y/N's head lolled back against the cold stone wall, eyes fluttering closed as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, threatening to pull her under. "Please," she gasped, the word barely audible, shredded by sheer need. "Mark, please."

His laugh was dark, triumphant, his eyes flashing with predatory hunger in the gloom. "Please what?" he teased, his fingers trailing with agonizing slowness along the inside of her thigh, brushing the outer edge of her curls, so close to where she desperately needed him, but not quite touching. "Use your words, sweetheart."

Her eyes snapped open, meeting his with a surge of unexpected defiance. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his face closer until their lips were mere millimeters apart again. "Touch me," she demanded, her voice stronger than she expected, cutting through the haze of pleasure. "Fucking make me yours."

Something wild and dangerous flared across Sinister's face. His grin stretched wide, all predatory satisfaction, teeth gleaming sharp and white in the dim light. "With pleasure, my dear Y/N," he growled, the words a low rumble that vibrated against her skin, through her bones.

His hand shot down, ripping away the last flimsy barrier of fabric between her legs with a harsh tug that left nothing hidden. The cool cave air hit her heated flesh, making her gasp sharply, but then his thick fingers were there. He didn't hesitate, pushing one digit firmly past her outer folds, then another, stroking surely into her slick heat.

Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily around the invasion. He felt the immediate, silken wetness engulfing his fingers, felt the staggering heat radiating from her core. She moaned aloud as he let out a low groan, the sensation of her tight, wet heat almost shocking in its intensity. His own cock throbbed painfully, thick and heavy against the confines of his suit.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled, circling her clit with a firm, knowing thumb through the slickness, watching her face contort, her hips twitching against the wall. "So fucking wet for me already. Dripping. Knew you wanted this just as much as I did."

He leaned in, capturing her lips again, kissing her deeply, punishingly, as his fingers began to move. He withdrew them slightly, then pushed back in, establishing a rhythm.

His other hand slid under her back, pressing her harder against the unforgiving stone, pinning her for his ministrations. He felt her body trembling violently now, heard the desperate sounds tumbling from her lips, swallowed by his mouth. It spurred him on, urged him to take her harder, faster, until she was screaming his name into the echoing dark.

Sinister's fingers delved deeper, two thick digits pumping relentlessly in and out of her tight channel. He felt the incredible heat, the slick glide as her juices coated his leather gloves.

He felt the velvety texture of her inner walls, felt the powerful rings of muscle clenching and pulsing around his fingers with each thrust, trying desperately to pull him in further, milking him. He angled his fingers just right, rubbing firmly against that hidden inner nub, the g-spot, that made her see stars.

The slick, wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of her filled the small cave, obscene and incredibly arousing, mingling with her ragged gasps. Her copious fluids coated his fingers, dripped down onto his glove, the rhythmic squelching a dark symphony. Her face was flushed crimson, contorted in helpless pleasure, pure, unadulterated need etched across her features.

"That's it, baby," he praised, his voice a low rumble against her skin, urging her on, pushing her higher. "Don't hold back. Let me feel you come apart for me." His eyes, dark and fiercely intense, were fixated on her face, watching the way her lips parted with each gasp, watching her abandon herself completely to his skilled touch. His brow furrowed in dark concentration, a stark intensity as he focused solely on her pleasure, on making her unravel.

He pushed his fingers deeper still, stretching her wider, curling them precisely, hitting that spot again and again. She cried out, her hips bucking uncontrollably against his hand, a primal, helpless response he reveled in.

He set a hard, fast pace then, fucking her relentlessly with his fingers while his thumb rubbed tight, merciless circles around her swollen clit. His other hand slid up her body to roughly palm her breast, squeezing the soft mound, rolling the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger until she whimpered.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," he growled, his voice strained, thick with barely suppressed lust, a guttural command. "Don't hold back, Y/N. I want to hear every sound you make, every scream. I want this whole fucking alien planet to know who you belong to." His face was a mask of dark desire, eyes narrowed to slits, lips pulled back from his teeth in a predatory grimace of concentration and imminent release.

He captured her mouth again, swallowing her frantic cries as he kissed her hard and deep, his tongue invading, claiming, conquering. He tasted her desperation, felt the way her body strained against his, seeking more, always more.

He felt his own massive erection pulsing urgently against his stomach, hot and hard through the ripped fabric of his suit, demanding attention, the heavy weight of his full balls aching. It was a primal, hammering need radiating from him. But he ignored it, his focus solely, terrifyingly on pushing Y/N over the edge first. He wanted to witness her shatter, wanted to feel her climax clenching around his fingers, wanted to hear her scream his name as she came undone in his arms.

His thumb pressed hard, punishingly against her clit, rubbing quicksilver circles around the hypersensitive nub. Simultaneously, he scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her wider, preparing her for the thickness that was inevitably to come.

He felt her getting closer, sensed the orgasm building deep in her core like a gathering tidal wave, felt the frantic fluttering of her inner muscles against his knuckles. Her slick folds were glistening, open and exposed, trembling around his invading hand, a dark, wet invitation he couldn't resist.

"Come on, Y/N," he urged, his breath hot and demanding against her ear, a seductive litany driving her insane. "Give yourself to me. Let go and fucking come for me."

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers coupled with a sharp, deliberate pinch to her clit that felt like electrocution, he sent her flying over the edge. A strangled scream ripped from her throat, echoing off the stone walls.

Her body convulsed violently against his, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically, spasming uncontrollably around his invading fingers as she came apart. He felt the powerful, rippling contractions gripping his digits, milking him helplessly. The wet, slick sounds of her climax intensified, loud and undeniable against the cold stone.

Sinister's eyes darkened further, pupils consuming everything as he watched her come undone, felt her climax pulsing around his hand. Her juices coated his fingers completely, dripped hotly down his wrist.

The sight of her lost in ecstasy, the sound of his name falling brokenly from her lips, the feel of her tight heat gripping him – it was almost enough to make him lose control right then and there. But he wanted more. He needed to be inside her when he finally let go, needed to feel her tight channel clenching around his thick cock as he filled her completely. Her slick, wet folds pulsed around his fingers, a dark, glistening flower that had bloomed just for him.

He slowly withdrew his soaked fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one, his eyes never leaving hers. He groaned, a low, appreciative sound thick with lust, at the potent taste of her arousal.

The explosion of flavor was intoxicating, a dark, musky sweetness that made his entire body shudder.

"Fuck," he groaned again, his voice thick, barely coherent. "Almost just came with you, sweetheart~" He chuckled softly, his own face tight with a mixture of pleasure and iron restraint. His other hand gripped her hip, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough he knew it would leave dark fingerprints, a tangible mark of his claim.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he promised darkly, his voice a low, dangerous rumble near her ear, sending fresh shivers down her spine despite the heat consuming her. "I'm going to take this big thick cock and fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until the only thing you remember is the feel of me buried deep inside you. Until you scream my name and beg me never to stop."

She moaned, a fresh wave of slickness weeping from her as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to ripple through her body. Her eyes, glazed and unfocused, watched him reach down. The sound of his suit tearing, louder this time, echoed like a gunshot in the enclosed space.

"MMUGH~! M-Mark please... i-" She didn't know what she wanted – gentle, rough, slow, fast. This was all uncharted territory, terrifying and exhilarating. Instead, her legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, her arms clinging to his neck, a desperate, anchoring hold.

"T-this is all new to me.. i-i... please.." she mumbled, her cheeks burning hot, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Suddenly, through the haze of lust radiating from him, he saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, the raw vulnerability beneath the surface. He remembered – GDA experiments, isolation, her complete lack of experience. The realization hit him, shifting something vital in his perspective.

"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart," he soothed, his voice dropping to a low rumble, surprisingly gentle against her ear.

"I know this is new. I'll guide you. I'll make it good for you, I promise." He reached down again, finishing the job of ripping his suit open with a final, harsh tear. His cock sprang free, thick and impressively hard, the flared, deep burgundy head glistening with a bead of precum. The seven-inch length was formidable, a dark and heavily veined shaft rising from a nest of thick, dark curls that trailed upwards in a faint, enticing line before disappearing above the ragged edges of the torn suit.

He gripped the thick base of his engorged cock, stroking the heavy, pulsing length once, twice, his own groan low and guttural at the slick friction. The weight of his balls, swollen and heavy with seed, felt tight and demanding against his straining groin. Then he was positioning the thick, slick head of his magnificent weapon at her dripping entrance, nudging those wet, eager folds apart with deliberate intent.

He rolled his hips, letting the hard, purple head of his cock slide against her soaked pussy, coating himself in her abundant, slick juices like a prized offering. Her breath hitched in a sharp gasp, and she whimpered, her fingernails digging desperate new crescents into the hard muscle of his shoulders.

A guttural groan ripped from his throat at the exquisite sensation, his eyes fluttering closed for a fleeting beat as he battled the overwhelming urge to just slam his thick, throbbing length into her welcoming, wet heat. Her face, a captivating mask of mingled terror and burgeoning, undeniable desire, was a potent aphrodisiac. His lips parted slightly as he leaned down, his own ragged groan muffled against her parted mouth.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into her wet depths in a slow, deliberate exploration, greedily tasting her arousal, claiming her mouth as a prelude to claiming her tight little body. One gloved hand fisted gently but firmly in her hair, tilting her head back against the rough stone, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck, while the other slid down to grip her slick ass cheek, squeezing the soft, trembling flesh, pulling her relentlessly harder against his rock-hard erection.

"Tell me what you need, Y/N," he breathed against her swollen lips, his voice a low, seductive rasp that vibrated against her skin. "Do you want me gentle? Want me to worship this tight little body until you're trembling apart, until every inch of your soft skin is singing for my touch, begging for my cock? Or," his voice roughened, thickened with primal intent, "do you want me rough? Want me to take this hard dick and fuck you hard and fast against this cold wall until you can't see straight, until your world dissolves into nothing but blinding sensation and me filling your sweet pussy?" He punctuated the question with a sharp, deliberate thrust of his hips, the blunt, wet head of his purple cock pressing insistently at her slick entrance, stretching her eager folds wider, teasing the virgin tightness within.

"Because I can give you either, sweetheart. Anything you fucking want. You just have to tell me." The harsh lines of his jaw, the predatory curve of his lips, seemed momentarily softened by the almost tender intensity burning in his black eyes as he gazed down at her, waiting for her trembling surrender.

"I-fuck, I don't know~!" Her voice was a broken whine, laced with desperate uncertainty, a raw confession torn from her tight throat. She bit her lip hard, tasting the faint coppery tang of blood as the delicate skin broke under the pressure of her teeth. Her back arched instinctively, trying futilely to meet his insistent pressure, her wet cunt throbbing, but he held her hips firmly pinned against the wall, controlling every agonizing inch of their imminent joining.

"I-i.. Mmugh.. m-Mark, i-i just... please..." Her eyes, luminous and bright with unshed tears, searched his, a silent, desperate plea for him to take charge, to make the decision, to finally end this exquisite torment by burying himself deep inside her. Her soft face was flushed crimson, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps, her pussy aching for his invasion.

"I trust you."

The weight of her trust, the unexpected, precious gift of her virginity, struck him deep, a potent blow that resonated in his very core. It stirred something fierce and tender, an overwhelming urge to protect and cherish this woman even as the primal need to claim her, to brand her irrevocably as his, pulsed with brutal intensity through his veins.

He brushed a surprisingly tender kiss against her tear-stained cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the glistening moisture. "Shhh, don't cry, sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble against her delicate skin.

"I've got you. I'm going to take care of you. I promise." His touch was almost reverent, a stark, dizzying contrast to the raw, untamed power coiled tightly within him, aching to be unleashed and buried deep inside her tight little cunt.

He gripped her hips tighter again, his calloused hands molding to her curves, holding her steady as he meticulously lined the thick, hard head of his cock up with her entrance. He could feel the intense heat radiating off her trembling body in palpable waves, could see the fine tremors running through her delicate limbs.

He wanted to savor this sacred moment, to burn it into his memory forever – the image of her trusting, needy face tilted up towards his as he prepared to finally, fully breach her untouched depths, to make her his in the most primal way.

"Going to start slow," he promised again, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrated deep within her pussy. "Want to feel every tight inch of you stretching around this thick cock. Want to watch your face as I fill you, see the pure pleasure bloom in those gorgeous, wide eyes. But if you need more... if you need it rough... you just say the fucking word. I'm yours to command tonight, ready to pound that sweet cunt until you scream my name." His gaze swept over her flushed body, a slow, possessive caress that felt almost physical, branding her as his.

With that promise, he began to push forward. The thick, blunt head of his burgundy cock parted her slick, virgin folds, nudging slowly, then sinking deliberately into her incredibly tight, wet heat. She gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound that shot straight through him, fueling his possessive desire.

He groaned, the sound low, guttural, ripped from his chest by the intense, overwhelming pleasure and relief of finally, finally being buried inside her virgin warmth. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his jaw clenched brutally tight as he fought the consuming urge shuddering through him – the urge to simply slam his full, thick length into her welcoming, unbelievably tight heat in one swift, conquering motion, to claim her completely with a brutal fuck.

Instead, he forced himself to move with agonizing slowness. Inch by excruciating inch. He made her feel every thick throb, every straining ridge of his hard flesh as it stretched her wider, fuller than she'd ever fucking imagined possible, her virgin walls gripping him like a vise.

He felt her inner muscles clenching desperately around his invading cock, her virgin body instinctively trying to adjust, to accommodate the shocking invasion, but he persevered, his movements agonizingly deliberate and controlled, savoring the feel of her virgin tightness.

His knuckles were white where his hands gripped her trembling hips, his face a mask of intense concentration as he focused entirely on entering her slowly, meticulously, claiming her virginity with excruciating care.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort, a husky whisper against her ear, driving her wild with anticipation and a touch of delicious pain. "Take me, Y/N. Take all of my cock. Let me feel you take my dick deep inside your tight little cunt. So fucking tight... god, so hot... your virgin pussy is made for me."

He leaned down, capturing her mouth again, fucking her lips with his, swallowing her soft cries and whimpers as he slowly, steadily pushed his thick length deeper and deeper inside her virgin tunnel. Each hard-won inch felt like a brutal victory against his own roaring need to simply bury himself and explode.

He watched her face intently, mapping the play of raw emotions across her features – the initial sharp sting of discomfort quickly melting into burgeoning heat, then finally, into complete, helpless surrender as he filled her completely with his throbbing meat.

Until finally, with a last, harsh thrust that stole her breath and made them both gasp sharply, he was fully seated inside her. His entire impressive length buried to the hilt, the thick ridge of his pubic bone grinding tight against hers, sealing them together in a primal embrace. The feeling was almost overwhelming for both of them – the searing heat of their joined flesh, the incredible tightness stretching around his engorged cock, the sheer, visceral completeness of being utterly, irrevocably joined.

He shuddered violently against her, his breath coming in ragged, harsh pants against her ear, his forehead resting heavily against hers, slick with their mingled sweat. He felt... anchored deep within her. Connected to her very core. Whole, in a way he hadn't felt since... since that other time, now a distant echo.

The cave seemed to hold its breath around them, anticipating the storm to come. The only sounds were their ragged breathing, mingling in the supercharged air, and the slick, wet noises of their joined bodies shifting against the unforgiving stone. His eyes, when he finally dragged them open, were dark, blazing pools of pure possessive lust, burning into hers with an intensity that stole her breath all over again. He looked utterly primal, a brutal claim staked deep within her pussy.

"Mine," he growled, the word vibrating low and possessive against her sternum, a raw, undeniable claim. "You're mine now, Y/N. Forget everything else. There's only you. Only us, fucking like animals in this dark hole." He moved his hips slightly, a small, testing grind that sent a jolt of pure, exquisite pleasure-pain through both of them, making her gasp against his lips. He lifted her slightly, his hands clamped firmly on her waist, then slammed her back down fully onto his thick cock, making her take his full weight, his full length even deeper, stretching her virgin walls to their limit as she screamed.

He watched her face, saw her eyes widen with shock and burgeoning pleasure, heard the sharp intake of breath as she accommodated his impressive size. He was controlling this first time, drawing out the exquisite torment, making it last, making her truly feel him.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he commanded softly, his voice firm but gentle, impossible to disobey. The possessive edge in his tone sent a delicious shiver of anticipation down her spine, a raw mix of dominance and desperate desire. "Look at me and tell me you feel this. Tell me you feel what's fucking happening between us."

His eyes searched hers, demanding honesty, but beneath the raw demand, she saw that fleeting sliver of vulnerability again, stark and exposed. He needed this confirmation. Needed to know this staggering, primal connection wasn't just his desperate fantasy. That she felt the same all-consuming need clawing inside her virgin depths, the same brutal hunger that threatened to consume them both.

He needed her to acknowledge the raw bond forging between them in the heat and the darkness and the slick slide of his thick cock fucking her virgin body, stretching her, claiming her as his own in the most fundamental, carnal way.

Y/N's eyes, filled with a desperate, pleading haze, locked onto his. They were dilated, shimmering with unshed tears and raw, untamed desire. A silent, whimpering plea escaped her swollen lips, her breath hitching as she anticipated his next move. Her body trembled violently, every nerve ending on screaming high alert.

Sinister 's gaze softened, a flicker of something akin to tenderness amidst the burning, possessive lust. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips as he registered her utter surrender, a primal satisfaction evident in his dark, demanding eyes. He pulled out, the thick, wet head of his cock sliding almost completely free from her tight cunt, the slickness creating a wet, sighing sound that echoed in the small space.

Y/N whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her pussy aching for his return. Sinister watched her, his eyes burning with possessive heat, before drawing back even further, the very tip of his engorged member teasing her swollen, virgin opening, the slick pre-cum painting a glistening trail.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the moment stretched taut with unbearable anticipationThen, with a guttural moan that seemed torn from the depths of his being, he lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The sound was a deep, wet thwack, the fleshy impact echoing through the cave.

Y/N's cry was a mixture of pain and ecstasy, a high-pitched keening that vibrated against the stone walls. She felt him stretch her tight little cunt to its absolute limit, every thick inch of his cock filling her untouched depths, the sensation both overwhelming and exquisitely intense.

A shudder ran through her as she registered the fullness, the sheer girth of him, now lodged deep inside her slick channel. The wet, sucking sounds filled the confined cave as he began to fuck her slowly in and out. Y/N arched her back, her small gasp turning into a soft, whimpering moan of mingled discomfort and burgeoning pleasure.

Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard muscles as she desperately tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations flooding her uninitiated body. Her head fell back against the cold stone, her neck exposed and vulnerable, her pulse throbbing visibly at the base.

Sinister watched her face intently, his own expression a mask of intense concentration and raw, possessive hunger. His jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining a semblance of control, the thick muscles in his neck corded with strain. He could feel her incredibly tight heat enveloping his engorged cock, the slick, desperate grip of her maiden walls milking him with each heavy, deliberate thrust, the sensation driving him wild with each inch he took. With each powerful fuck, Y/N's body bounced against the cold stone, her breasts jiggling enticingly before Sinister's burning gaze.

He watched, mesmerized by the erotic sway, the sight fueling his primal desire, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his own control. He could feel her inner muscles clenching and releasing, desperately trying to accommodate his size, milking his hard shaft with each involuntary spasm, the sensation a pure, unadulterated torment of pleasure.

"M-Mark~!" Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a desperate vise, a possessive embrace that stole his breath and ignited a wildfire in his blood. The sensation was exquisite, almost unbearable - her silken walls rippling and pulsing around his throbbing length, milking him dry, drawing him deeper, trying to steal his very essence with each frantic squeeze.

Sinister let out a feral growl that echoed off the stone walls as he felt her come undone, her scream of his name a raw, primal sound of utter release. He could barely thrust into her now, his hips stuttering and jerking uncontrollably as he fought to maintain any semblance of control, his own violent orgasm surging closer with every frantic pulse of her contracting cunt.

Each desperate clench was a delicious torment, a tightening grip that threatened to shatter his carefully constructed control and send him spiraling into oblivion with her. He leaned down to capture her swollen mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss, swallowing her cries of ecstasy, greedily tasting the sweetness of her primal pleasure on his tongue.

His hands gripped her slick ass hard enough to leave bruises, pulling her relentlessly into every erratic, desperate thrust, grinding his pelvis against hers as she rode out the shattering waves of her first climax. He could feel her fingernails digging into his back, her head thrashing wildly against the unforgiving stone as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming, raw sensations.

The guttural sounds of their bodies merging - the wet, slick slide of his thick cock plowing in and out of her tight pussy, the soft, desperate thud of sweat-slicked flesh against flesh, the ragged gasps of their mingled breath echoing in the confined space - filled the ancient cave. "Fuck, yes!" he snarled as he finally broke the brutal kiss, his voice ragged and raw with the force of his own impending release.

His breath hitched, hot and heavy, mingling with hers in the supercharged air. "Scream for me, Y/N! Let this whole fucking alien world hear who's claiming your tight little cunt!" His black eyes burned into hers, possessive and demanding, urging her to let go completely, to surrender to the raw, untamed passion that consumed them both.

Y/N's head lolled against the cold stone, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, her core throbbing pleasantly around his still-thrusting length. She could feel the possessive hunger in his burning gaze as he watched her, the dark, primal satisfaction in his predatory smirk. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, her tangled hair plastered to her flushed temples, a perfect picture of exhausted bliss and utter, complete surrender.

"Mmmph~," she moaned softly, her voice thick and languid with lingering arousal. "Mark..." Her eyelids fluttered, heavy and glazed with post-orgasmic contentment, as she tried to focus on his face. Her lips were swollen and kiss-reddened, parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her slick, wet mouth, a silent, utterly irresistible invitation that sent a fresh, violent wave of lust crashing through his already teetering control.

The sensation of her tight pussy clenching and milking his hard cock was almost too much to bear, and he could feel his own violent release barreling towards him like a runaway train. His control was fracturing, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, driven by a primal need to brand her with his cum, to possess her utterly.

"That's my good girl," he growled against her swollen lips, his hands gripping her slick hips, holding her still as he fucked her again and again, deeper and harder. His thighs burned with the effort, the muscles in his arms straining as he supported his weight, every fiber of his being focused on the exquisite torment of being buried deep inside her hot cunt.

"Take it all, sweetheart. Take every. fucking. inch of my meat." His voice was a harsh, guttural command, filled with a raw possessiveness that both thrilled and terrified her, a primal claiming.

He could feel his own release building to an unbearable crescendo, the heat in his gut a raging inferno. His cock throbbed violently, pulsing with desperate need, slick with her pussy juice, the engorged head swollen and incredibly sensitive. Every instinct screamed at him to unload his seed deep inside her, to paint her insides white with his essence, to mark her as his in the most primal, possessive way imaginable, claiming her from the inside out.

The muscles in his back coiled like a tightly wound spring, his breath hitching in his throat as he fought against the overwhelming urge to just let go and explode inside her. He wanted to fuck her harder, faster, to drive himself deeper until he was buried to the hilt, until he felt her shudder and convulse around him, taking him completely into her tight embrace.

With a guttural roar of her name, Sinister slammed into her one last time, burying his thick cock to the hilt as his violent orgasm crashed over him. "Y/N!" His cock jerked and twitched uncontrollably deep within her cunt as he pumped her full of his hot, thick cum, painting her insides slick and white with his potent seed. The force of his release was almost brutal, shaking them both in its intensity, a primal claiming that marked her as his and his alone.

"Fuck, take it all!" he growled, grinding his hips against hers as spurt after spurt of his hot, viscous cum flooded her channel. The thick fluid filled her completely, stretching her sensitive walls, making her feel heavy, swollen, gloriously, utterly claimed by his seed.

"Take my fucking cum, Y/N. Fucking take it all, you're MINE!" His balls, tight and heavy, slapped rhythmically against her slick ass with each forceful thrust, a primal rhythm that echoed the frantic pounding of his possessive heart.

Y/N gasped, her back arching further off the cold stone as she felt him fill her completely, the sensation both overwhelming and intoxicating, a primal sense of being utterly claimed. Her own answering pulses tightened fiercely around his throbbing cock, milking him dry, drawing every last drop of his potent essence deep into her core.

"Fuck, Y/N," Sinister growled, his voice rough and low, a possessive rumble against her ear. His breath hitched, hot and ragged, mingling with hers in the confined space.

You took every fucking drop like a good little cumslut. Such a perfect little cock sheath for me." The words were possessive, a dark praise that sent shivers of heat through her core, a primal claiming that branded her as his. He rolled his hips lazily, stirring the thick mixture of their fuck juices deep inside her tight cunt, savoring the slick, intimate feeling of his cum sloshing around her inner walls.

The sensation was incredibly raw, a merging of their bodies and their very essence, a primal connection forged in sweat and cum, transcending the mere physical. He knew he should withdraw his hard cock, give her some space to breathe, but he couldn't bring himself to separate from her just yet.

He wanted to remain buried deep inside her warmth, prolonging the possessive feeling of being utterly connected, of being one flesh, a primal need that bordered on obsessive. Y/N's hands, still trembling slightly from her powerful orgasm, came up to cup his face, her touch surprisingly firm despite her post-coital languor.

Her eyes, half-lidded with contentment and a dazed adoration, met his intense, possessive gaze. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, her lips swollen and parted like a ripe fruit, a sight that captivated him completely, igniting a fresh wave of possessive lust.

"Sinister," she murmured, her voice a soft, breathy sigh that caressed his name. The sound of it on her lips, husky and filled with a lingering longing, sent a fresh wave of possessive heat surging through his loins.

He stilled his lazy movements, his hips halting as he looked down at her, his expression softening into something gentler, almost reverent. The harsh lines of his face eased, replaced by a look of unguarded adoration, a vulnerability that both touched and deeply aroused her. His eyes, still dark and smoldering with lust, held a tenderness that belied his usual cocky, dominant demeanor.

"Yes, my sweet fucktoy?" he purred, his voice a low, velvety rumble that vibrated against her slick skin. He couldn't resist a little tease, his hips giving a subtle, slow grind that made her arch slightly beneath him, her pussy clenching reflexively around his buried cock, a possessive little squeeze that both thrilled and terrified him with its raw intimacy. The thick head of his meat, still buried deep inside her wet warmth, rubbed against her most sensitive spot, drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her swollen lips.

"Mmmgh," she whined softly, her nails digging lightly into his broad shoulders, a silent, desperate plea for him to stop the exquisite torment of their joined state. She needed a moment to gather her scattered thoughts, to articulate the overwhelming emotions that were swirling inside her, the conflicting desires and lingering fears that warred within her soul.

"Sinister... please..." Her gaze flickered down to their intimately joined bodies, the undeniable sight of his thick cock still buried deep inside her slick cunt, the glistening sheen of their mingled fuck fluids splattered all over his taut pelvis.

He chuckled softly, a low rumble in his chest, but he relented, his body stilling completely, his intense gaze fixed on hers, waiting for her to gather her thoughts. He could feel the delicate tremors that still ran through her exhausted body, the lingering aftershocks of her earth-shattering orgasm, and the possessive knowledge that he had been the one to take her there, that he had been the one to unlock her primal pleasure, filled him with a fierce, possessive pride, a primal satisfaction that bordered on arrogant dominance.

"Sinister... Mark..." she began again, her voice stronger now, filled with a raw honesty that laid her soul bare before him. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest rising and falling against his, the intimate contact sending a jolt of pure electricity through his possessive core.

"I love you. I love you more than—"

Her words were abruptly cut off as a swirling vortex of green energy erupted behind them, the sudden disturbance of the air causing the stone dust to swirl around them.

It was Angstrom Levy's portal, crackling with unstable energy, a tear in the fabric of reality itself, a harsh intrusion that shattered the fragile intimacy of the moment.

Y/N's eyes widened in alarm, her heart leaping into her throat. The sudden appearance of the portal, the chaotic energy that crackled around it sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could even process the intrusion, Sinister reacted,

With a swift, possessive movement, he scooped her up into his arms, refusing to break their connection even as he rose. His powerful legs propelled him upwards, putting himself between her and the anomaly, a barrier against whatever horrors might emerge.

His grip on her was possessive, his arms like bands of steel, holding her close, claiming her as his own. Using the tattered remnants of his cape, he flared the yellow material out, creating a makeshift barrier that shielded her slick, vulnerable body from the sight of anyone emerging from the portal.

The portal stabilized, the swirling green energy coalescing into a more defined shape, and figures began to emerge.

Y/N, pressed her face against Sinister's neck, could only see glimpses of them: grotesque figures, twisted mockeries of human anatomy, their forms shifting and contorting in ways that defied the natural world, a glimpse into a nightmarish reality that made her stomach churn.

And then... the unmistakable, hulking silhouette of Viltrumite Mark, his eyes burning with a cold, furious intensity. Mohawk Mark stepped through, his expression twisted with rage and jealousy, his gaze locking onto Y/N with a possessive fury that mirrored Sinister's own. Omni-Man loomed behind them, his face a mask of grim determination, his eyes narrowed with a predatory focus.

The tension in the cave shifted, becoming thick and suffocating, charged with jealousy and rage. They had come for her, after Angstrom's treachery.

"I- um.." Y/N stammered, her voice trembling slightly, the fear and confusion evident in her tone, a stark contrast to the raw desire that had consumed her moments before.

"Aw, man, NOW WHAT THE FUCK-?!" Mohawk Mark snarled, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated rage, his eyes bulging with disbelief and fury. His fists clenched at his sides, his entire body trembling with the effort of containing his anger.

His eyes darted between Sinister and Y/N, his gaze lingering on their joined bodies, the possessive way Sinister held her, the evidence of their heated encounter, a violation that fueled his rage.

Sinister laughed, the sound low and dangerous, a rumble in his chest that vibrated against Y/N, a mixture of defiance and dark amusement. His body shook softly with the force of his laughter, making her bite back a whimper as his cock moved subtly inside her, the slick, wet sound drawing the three variants' attention to the interlocked point between her and Sinister.

The three faces contorted in a grotesque tableau of shock and rage. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their mouths agape in silent fury. Veins pulsed in their necks, and their expressions shifted rapidly between fury, disgust, and a visceral sense of violation.

It was a sight that Sinister found immensely satisfying.

"Too late, boys~" Sinister purred, his voice a silken caress that dripped with arrogance and triumph. His eyes glittered with a predatory satisfaction as he watched the expressions on the faces of his counterparts, the dawning realization of what they had interrupted, the possessive claim he had staked on Y/N.

A victory that tasted sweeter than any orgasm.

–––––––

☆ Someone got caughtttt~ ☆ Lol, I think I portray Sinister well here, it was extremely hard for never writing smut before; but, I think I did okay? ☆ What do you guys think? ☆ Should I do more smut, or build on the story plot?

☆ next part ~ Pt.9

238 notes · View notes

levilaughlove · 1 year ago

Text

☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 2

You woke up in a familiar bedroom. It's Levi's. You have a warm cloth on your head, the room has a heater set to a comfortable temp, & the smell of a vanilla candle was just enough.

"Welcome back to Earth." Levi says sarcastically, looking at you. The memories of how you got here flood back & your eyes water in anger & distress.

"You just got better. You were in bad shape..." Levi says cautiously as if he wants to add to that. "Go on..." You say, not breaking eye-contact with his unusually nervous person.

"You don't have to tell me now — or at all if you don't want to, but, what happened? That's the worst I've seen you.'' Levi asks, trying to keep an unbothered suit but the concern was there. You finally break eye contact and let out a tired breath. "She lashed out again. She waited for me in the living room." You stopped, not wanting her to seem more bad than she already is.

Silence rings through the room before Levi speaks up. "There's more to that. I know you, what else?" He says sternly. You stay silent.

"You shouldn't feel obligated to save her ass every time. She fucked up her reputation herself, you didn't do that." He adds. All you do, is nod in agreement but didn't audibly agree. "Also..."

"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Was it a bad time or was it the heavy ass rain?" Levi asks, curious. "No she, she smashed it. My phone that is...that's what triggered the panic attack. It was just so loud."

You reply ashamed. You felt childish for the confession but it was Levi &, you confide in him. Levi looks at you with anger, but you know its not directed towards you. "That bitch, it pisses me off and i've never even SPOKEN to it." Levi glares, lost in unconscious, angry rambling.

Levi stopped, realizing how awkward it was for you. "I.." Levi began.

"I just want you to know, I'm not one to be sentimental or whatever the shit..." He continued, a tad bit embarrassed. "But, I care about you, so much. She's a cunt for how she treats you..you deserve much better. Even if it were for a minute, y'know, I could treat you better than she could in 7 centuries. I can treat you better." Levi uttered.

You were stunned, it was like a confession but you weren't sure if Levi had quite registered that he basically confessed his feelings about you. "Levi..." you murmured, an unexplainable joy rises in your chest.

Levi is looking down to his slightly fidgeting hands. He hasn't found the courage to look back up to you just yet. A hand sneaks under his chin & raises his head to meet your face once again. "I really understand how you feel, i'd love to reciprocate but..she is my wife. I'd be cheating. I don't...cheat." You say.

"One can label you a cheater all they want but more importantly label her a murderer. She killed a bright soul & that is unforgivable. My (M/n)." He said. "Pea."

Your heart dropped into your ass, he remembered. He remembers the best moments of your shared lives. It all made sense to you now. A breath of fresh air. It just. makes. sense.

"I've never said anything like this to anyone before." Levi Says. "— I don't need an answer now... I'll wait for you." he adds.

"Absolutely." You finally answer. "Yes, a million times."

Levi's stone cold expression has a hint of relief. You lean in, connecting your lips together.

"A million—times—Yes." You say in between kisses. He loves the way your lips feel, he has some unspeakable things he wants to do to you but won't say it, of course. Levis hands sneak to your waist, pulling you underneath him.

His hands roam your lower half, ever so slightly teasing your cock through your sweats.

" s-so good, vi. " Levi's face heats up, the way you get him worked up is concerning. You pull Levi closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your manhoods together.

Levi moans & soft grunts in your ear. The friction makes you both hot and bothered, a faint wet spot can be seen on the head of both of your sweatpants. "I'm gonna take such...good care of you, (m/n)" Levi breathes out. "Flip." You obey and turn onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air. Y'know, easy access. Levi eagerly slides your sweats down along with your boxers at once.

His breathing gets a bit heavier upon seeing your puckered hole, eager to be fucked. He guessed this was his reward for all his patience. You wanted to be filled so bad, never before had you ever had a desire this much. Everything boiled up to a point & you were ready to feel healthy love. Healthy love making.

You look back to Levi, eye full of desperate pleading. "I need it, I really need it, vi'...p-lease..." That sent him over the edge. "Oh, (m/n)."

Levi rammed his cock into your ass. A heat rises into both of your stomachs. Levi leans down & hugs you tight before pulling out and slamming back in. "Oh, hhnn." Fuck, you hadn't felt this much pleasure in a while. You feel his cock roughly pounding into your prostate, lewd fluids leaking onto the bed from your sex. Your cock hanging, the sheets below grazing your slit. Levi's hands tighten on your waist, more near your groin.

Levi listens closely to your voice, paying attention to your arousal. He gets off if you're getting off. "H-ghk! F-fuck Levi.." You choke out. Levi picks up his pace, wet slapping of his groin to your ass, your sloppy hole convulsing around him tighter by the second, driving him closer to orgasm. "(M-m/n) you're—) Levi just barely whispered. Tears fill your eyes once more, eyes low & slightly rolling back, body flushed. You let out a moan of immense pleasure, eyes now shut tightly. Levi blushing intensely at you. He has such a crush on you.

Levi slows his pace as to not overstimulate you.

"K-keep going, Levi.." You say breathless.

"B-but...you just—" "I need you to fill me, as deep as you can, vi'."

Levi breathes deeply before, once again, pulling out & slamming in. Your moans in union sound beautiful, your heads are hot, the bed creaking slightly, wet slapping of your jointed bottom parts, then it happens.

Levi loads into you, holding onto tighter than ever, ropes of cum spur onto you chest, your second orgasm. Levi's cum is much more than if he were to jerk off.

After you both fall from your highs, Levi pulls out, watching his cum drip from your gaping hole. You close your eyes & catch your breath. Levi rests his body on top of yours. After a while, he speaks. "You 'kay?" Levi asks, caressing your hair. "More than okay, we're filthy though." You reply. "A filthy i've longed for, for a long time." Levi murmurs into your ear. A small, content smile appears on your face.

The second beginning of something beautiful.

#gay #levi ackerman x male reader #lemon #levi ackerman smut #levi aot #levi x male reader #bottom male reader

252 notes · View notes

nerosukehiro · 3 months ago

Text

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

(Smut)

A/N… all I can say is I’m on my period rn, and I’m going fucking feral for this man.

(Not proof read)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

Everyday was always the same routine. Eat, train, eat again, train more, eat again then go to bed. Life as a soldier wasn’t so bad. I mean you get a bed, 3 meals a day, form friendships with amazing people and if you’re really lucky you’d get to be Captain Levi’s fuck buddy.

As first it was an accident. We had lost so many people during the mission and I just happened to be there for Levi in that moment. He was frustrated and needed some relief, so I offered a helping hand.

What I didn’t think was that meant he would push me on his desk and rearrange my insides. Instead of my hand it was my pussy, not that I mind though.

The captain may be on the short side but this dude literally has a fucking third leg hidden. Lucky for me I’m shorter so I have to constantly look up to him. Anytime I do he smirks at me which just makes the butterflies in my stomach do dances.

It has been a few months since my first sexual encounter with Humanities Strongest. I assumed it was a one time thing and never again, however, Levi had other plans.

So for the last 4 months we had been screwing around together. It’s a secret neither of us tell other people.

“Cadet Y/N, will you meet me in my office in 10 minutes.” Levi not really asking but commanded. As I was finishing cleaning I looked at him for a second then my eyes shot to Sasha. I quickly looked back at the Captain and he shot me a quick wink and a small smirk.

“Uh yes sir!” I saluted and he walked off making me feel a bit nervous.

“Should I go ahead and plan for your funeral?” Sasha asked me causing me to laugh but also still have fear.

Is he wanting to call it off, did I do something that upset him? Surely not since he winked and smirked at me. But we always wait until everyone is asleep, wonder why he’s wanting to see me now?

“Hey you better get going, wouldn’t want scary man to get mad would we?” Sasha says this making me laugh. She so good, I love her so much.

“Okay, I’ll come find you when I’m done with him.” She nodded and smiled.

“Bye bestie!”

__________________________________________________

Before I could knock on the door, it opened and a hand grabbed my wrist pulling me inside with my body getting pushed up against the wall.

“God I fucking missed you.” Levi grips my face and smashes his lips against mine. “But I thought we agreed to wait until everyone was asleep?” My heart is literally pounding out of my chest.

“About that, I want to change our terms. Come sit with me.” He started walking me toward the couch that was in his office. Before I could sit down he gripped my hips and made sure I sat on his lap.

He looked in my eyes and smiled. This caused me to gasp, I have never seen this man actually smile before.

“Are you okay? You’re acting different.” He started laughing. I tried to get up from his lap but his arms wrapped around my waist pulling me even closer to him making my ass sit right on top of his crotch.

“I’m tired of hiding our relationship, I want everyone to know that you belong to me. I can’t keep watching these pubescent boys stare at what’s mine.”

Is he serious?

“Levi, I thought you said relationships were a waste of time. That was the first thing you said before you fucked me the first time and now you’re jealous of other people looking my way. Why do you care?”

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to his bedroom, gently putting me down on the bed he stayed on his knees at the end. He let out a sigh and looked up at me.

“Because… I- fuck this harder than I thought. I want you. Not just for one night, I want you all the time. I want to wake up to you in the morning or in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep. I wanna be able to hold you, kiss you, fuck you whenever I want. I wanna one day marry you and have kids with you if that’s something you’d want. These last 4 months have been the best of my life. Please let me make you mine.”

To say I was at a loss for words was an understatement. So he does feel the same way I do, after all this time? I could tell that he nervous, he was staring into my eyes waiting for me to say something back.

“If you don’t-“ I stopped him from finishing his sentence by giving him a big kiss. “I’ve been waiting to hear this. All I want it you Levi.”

__________________________________________________

“Fuck that’s a good girl, taking my cock so well baby.” Levi praises me. We’ve been going at it for a few hours now. Pretty sure it’s night time since it’s pitch black outside.

“L-Levi I- fuck I’m gonna cum!” This is probably the 8th time I’ve said that sentence. He was deep inside of me, his tip literally kissing my cervix. He was giving me everything and I was loving every second of it.

After we confessed our feelings his face went straight to my pussy making me cum on his tongue 4 times. This man is a hater for dirtiness but loved to make a mess out of me. In fact he took pride in making me squirt with just his tongue alone.

“So deep! So fucking deep baby!”

My throat was so sore from all of the moaning I had been doing. He loved hearing it. It let him know how he was making me feel which was pure pleasure.

“I wanna hear you say who’s owns this pussy.” He demanded and if I wasn’t so cock drunk I would have done as he asked but no. He just has to have a big cock and knows how to use it. He has my eyes crossing, my tongue sticking out. The sound of skin slapping against each other. His heavy balls smacking against my ass and the noises my pussy was making was lewd. Anyone who could walk by Levi’s quarters would be an idiot if they couldn’t figure out what was going on.

As he got tired of waiting, he wrapped his hand around my neck and started to squeeze. “Fu-ck! Yours! MY PUSSY IS YOURS! PLEASE LEVI I NEED TO COME SO SO BAD!!!”

I literally fucking screamed. The way he was hitting spots only he has ever been managed to reach on top of rubbing my clit has me seeing stars. As he kept going I could feeling myself getting ready to squirt again.

Of course I warn him whenever so he has time to stop and not cause a mess to happen. But for some reason Levi did not give a fuck.

“Squirt on this dick baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good.” I’ve lost it. Whenever he calls himself that it always makes my pussy 10xs more wet than usual. He knows this, we’ve fucked countless times so of course he does. Drenched his thighs, my bottom half, pretty sure it’s all over his bed too. But yet again he does not fucking care.

“I’m gonna fucking cum in this tight little pussy, maybe get you pregnant, put a ring on the finger and then everyone will know who you belong to. I bet you’d like that huh? Me making you a mommy? Fuck just saying that and your pussy clenched around me.”

The only thing I could say was “Please Daddy! Make me a mommy. I want your cum so bad. Wanna. Feel. Full.”

And just like that he lost it painting my insides white with thick ropes of cum. He smiled at me and gave me a big kiss on the lips before pulling out and getting up to get something to clean me off with.

“So… trying to get me pregnant?” I said as Levi finished cleaning himself and I up. He looked at me and chuckled. “And gonna put a ring on your finger, just you wait. Soon you’ll be Mrs. Y/N Ackerman.”

I gripped his jaw and gave him an another big kiss before saying.

“One step at a time.”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman lemon #levi smut #levi aot #levi x reader #captain levi #levi attack on titan #attack on titan

55 notes · View notes

abz8 · 1 year ago

Text

I can’t get my mind off of Captain Levi who has photogenic memory and immaculate observational drawing skills. He can paint, draw, or sketch anything but refuses to tell anyone but you.

——————————————————————————

There just had to be one full mooned night that he called you to his building at 9:43 pm to discuss… “new protocol”. Confused, you left out from your quarters to meet his request and couldn’t help but be a little excited from the oddity of it.

You knock.

Levi: “Come in.” Voice just as stern as daylight hours.

You just knew something from your wildest dreams was going to happen. You just knew.

Soon enough, you’re on his desk…legs spread wide as he’s sitting in between you, focus switching between your flower… and his sketchbook. He looks you in your eyes from time to time as the hour of his pencil scratches fill the silence in the air.

Y/N: “Can I see it now? You’re driving me crazy captain”, you gasp as his face gets slightly closer to where you want it.

Levi: “Does patience ever find its way to you? I’m almost done…and keep your voice down”, he whispers against you.

——————————————————————————

Every single curve, line, and fold of your pvssy matched perfectly with what he displayed on that paper. Identical. Unbeknownst to you, he decided to add color to it after a week of you being away, which he delivered to you the night of your return.

Quickly, the tan envelope slid underneath your door as you prepared for bed.

You could not fathom how he remembered your vivid colors from your nether regions as you stared at your pvssy portrait in awe.

He even had the nerve to sign it.

#captain levi #aot lemon #aot x reader #aot imagines #levi aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackermann #levi x oc #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #snk levi #aot #aot fanart #aot fanfiction #anime x reader #anime #animecore

65 notes · View notes

uchihamasacre · 2 months ago

Text

Abnormal (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

here’s the link to my Levi Ackerman fic “Abnormal” !!

summary:

“what happens when Levi finds out y/n has slept with everyone but him?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48218632

#smut #levi ackerman x reader #eren yaeger x reader #armin x reader #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtein x reader #levi ackerman #fanfiction #eren yeager #jean kirstein #armin arlert #reverse Harlem #viewer discretion is advised #lemon

10 notes · View notes

zombryz · 2 years ago

Text

dancing with titans

˗ˏˋ hii :3 ˎˊ˗

chapter one - rainy days

masterlist | chapter two (coming soon!) | read on ao3 |

pairings - Levi x afab!reader | Jean x afab!reader | v minor Eren x afab!reader

warnings - slowburn, eventual smut, blood and gore, angst, possessiveness, unrequited love (but not really)

word count - 3.5k

Let’s imagine this is Levi watching the reader and Jean *insert eyes emoji* hehe

You still remember your very first interaction with Captain Levi. Before the temperatures began to fall, it was a rainy day during the 104th Training Corps, so you were not quite required to wear winter clothing. Captain Levi, the current Commander of the Survey Corps, and Keith Shadis, your instructor and the former 12th Commander of the Survey Corps, had been assessing the soldiers during ODM training. Captain Levi came to scope out the new recruits and see if there were any promising faces that he could ultimately add to his team. There were dozens of military dropouts that first month, but you stayed. Now that you think about it, you’re not sure why you stayed, but you’re glad you did. Although the training was challenging and exhausting, you never gave up on the belief that your life might one day have meaning. Growing up in the Utopia district made life unbearably dull and made you feel trapped inside the walls, and you were constantly hearing stories about soldiers who went outside the walls. One day you had enough and decided to leave home to join the military because you no longer wanted to be bound to the life set out for you inside the walls. You wanted excitement, even if that meant death. Now, here you were, aiming to take down ten fake Titan structures with your ODM gear and steel swords in hand. You scored a perfect ten; you know you did. You landed on your feet in front of Commander Shadis and Captain Levi after mastering the grips and gliding swiftly through the air. Breathing heavily, you looked up at your instructor and noticed the man beside him.

“You hold your blades similar to the way I hold mine.” Captain Levi, who was a stranger at the time, speaks monotonously and nods his head toward your hands, which were holding both blades backward. It was the most comfortable position for you; you were holding them that way without even realizing it. His eyes remained on your form for a moment while you looked down at your hands and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. His steely gray eyes looked tired and heavy. To be honest, you never gave him much thought back then. You never really answered him either, as you remember. Instead, you gave him an ingenuine smile and turned your attention to Commander Shadis, who was waiting to give his score to you.

“Yep, you got a perfect score,” he sighs slightly, “again.” You jump in excitement and thank him before heading back to your fellow recruits. As you walked back to the rest of the group, you felt eyes bore into the back of your head. They were Captain Levi’s.

---

It wasn’t until you saw Captain Levi in action that you fell for him. He did in fact hold his blades similarly to you; the only distinction was that you held both backward, whereas he only held the blade backward in his left hand. During your first expedition beyond the walls, he was mesmerizing; you watched in awe as he effortlessly chopped up twelve-meter-tall titans without any assistance. You and Levi would dance around each other while taking down Titans. He would cross over into your path, and you would into him, never once having to verbally communicate what the other was doing. You read his movements like a book, and he read yours. It felt romantic in a way that you had never felt anything like it. At the end of the expedition, he complimented the way you moved in the sky, causing you to blush. You thanked him and finally looked at him for the first time. You complimented him back and even brought up the way he held his blades. He smiled slightly, a hint of red threatening to spill onto his face. You’ll never forget how his eyes still looked so tired, but you could see the admiration he held for you.

That was two years ago. Now, you are in your final year of the training corps, with only a month left until graduation. You've made friends, but you’ve barely talked to Levi. You had been pining for Levi ever since that day during your expedition. He was either completely unaware of your feelings for him or did not share them. You tried multiple times to bury them but to no avail. That’s how you found yourself here, sitting at the table with all of the friends you’ve made in the training corps. Somehow, everyone at your table knew about your feelings for your captain, and it was embarrassing.

“When are you going to give up?” Eren nudges your shoulder softly, completely knocking you out of your thoughts while you stare at Levi from across the cafeteria. You loved watching the way he drank his afternoon tea. He held his cup differently, just like his blades, with almost all of his fingers around the rim. His fingers were delicate and veiny, and you were captivated by how such pretty hands allowed him to be a ruthless killer. Back to the present - you shove Eren back gently, and your face is beet red now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, feigning innocence while biting into the apple that Mikasa offered you earlier.

“What do you see in him anyway? He’s short and mean.” Eren rests his head in his hands and looks up at you. His words draw the attention of the rest of the table, and they all turn to look at you and Eren.

“I-I don’t know,” you answered in a sing-song voice. “He's super strong and funny.” You answer, not fully believing the second part.

“Funny?” Eren tches, “The captain is NOT funny.” Eren rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair before sitting back in his chair, visibly annoyed. “And… I’m strong. I’m probably the strongest one here!” He speaks louder than he meant to.

“Hey, watch it, Yeager!” Jean chimes in from the other side of you without looking at you or Eren. It was common knowledge that Jean Kirstein and Eren Yeager liked you. Sometimes you thought Eren pretended to like you just to get on Jean’s nerves, and it was amusing for the most part.

“Hey man, you and I have about the same chance!” Eren raises his voice again while looking past you and at Jean. Armin and Mikasa sat across from you, and beside them sat Connie and Sasha. Everyone was eating their lunch but sat quietly listening in on the drama.

Jean didn’t answer Eren; instead, he finally looked at you with his golden brown eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked kind of cute being the center of attention. He was definitely not as open about his crush on you as Eren was. You just giggled slightly until Armin opened his mouth.

“When are you both going to give up?” Armin questions the boys while stuffing his face with potatoes. Mikasa looks at him angrily, and Sasha starts laughing while falling back in her chair. “What? Someone had to say it,” he adds when he notices Mikasa’s face.

“He has a point.” Connie lifts his finger up, speaking in a serious voice that he doesn’t usually use. “Someone’s eventually going to give in. Statistically speaking, one of you has to like the other person back. Either you like Eren or Jean, or Captain Levi likes you.” You immediately feel hot at his words because they are true; you just wish they weren’t because that meant Levi liking you back wasn’t an option. On top of your crush on Levi, you also had feelings for Jean. At the beginning of the training corps, you thought Jean was just an asshole, but as the years went by, you noticed you were getting closer and closer to him. He was really sweet and caring towards anyone he cared about, which included you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and you felt lucky to have him as a friend. He also had a tendency to be really attractive when he took charge, and you even noticed that sometimes out in the field, you and Jean would dance around each other in ODM gear. It wasn’t as smooth as it had been with Levi, but it definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

You took the route of deflection: “So you’re saying I have a chance with our Captain?” You grin at your words until you hear the sound of Jean’s chair scraping the floor loudly as he gets up to leave. “No, Jean, c'mon, I was kidding!” You yell back at him, but he’s already halfway across the cafeteria. Damn, his long legs.

You take one final bite of your apple before pushing back your chair to follow him. Eren goes to stop you, but Mikasa quickly grabs the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stay at the table. Jean made his way out of the cafeteria and into the corridor of the main building. You quickly turn the corner, and your face collides with something solid. It was Jean’s shoulder. He apparently didn't go down the hallway as far as you thought he had; instead, he was leaning up against the wall.

“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry.” He grabs your shoulders to still you, and you quickly grab your head to comfort the sharp pain in your skull.

“Ow.” You get out while rubbing the side of your head. Damn, Jean and his height. His shoulders were the same height as your head.

Jean realizes where you’re hurting, so he slowly reaches up to pull your hand away from your head. Your head was now being held by both of his hands, and he was gently rubbing your temple with his thumb. After a second, you finally open your eyes, and you’re face-to-face with his chest. When you look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with big, concerned eyes. You melted into his touch and gravitated towards his chest more and more.

“You okay? Why did you follow me out here?” Jean gets all of his questions out at once without pulling away from you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You breathed deeply before continuing, “I just wanted to check on you. I didn’t mean to upset you, Jean.” You brought your fingers up and gently caressed his forearms.

“You didn’t upset me. I-” Jean sighs. He goes to say something else when someone behind you emerges from the cafeteria and clears his throat to make his presence known.

“Am I interrupting something, Cadets?” You jump at his voice, recognizing it anywhere. It was Captain Levi. Jean immediately drops his hands from your head, and the both of you jump two feet away from each other.

“No sir, sorry sir!” You and Jean salute Captain Levi at the same time, and you both look extremely embarrassed with your hands over your hearts.

“Cadets in training are not allowed public displays of affection.” Levi’s eyes wander over yours briefly before landing on Jean’s. His face no longer showed any softness he had while looking at you. “Once you graduate, you can hold any cadet you’d like for all I care. Do I make myself clear?”

Jean looked down at Captain Levi and quickly replied, “Sir, Yes sir!” Levi stepped back toward you, and his eyes looked you up and down before he turned on his heel and walked down the hallway without saying another word.

“Woah, Captain Levi never gets onto cadets for breaking the affection rule. Usually, it’s Commander Erwin.” Jean released the breath he had been holding and turned to look at you. You were completely flustered, and you were holding your hands behind your back while watching the Captain’s form disappear down the corridor. Jean rolled his eyes and took hold of your chin to force you to look at him. Once you were looking at him, he dropped his hand so that you both wouldn’t get into trouble again.

“I really don’t have a chance, do I?” Jean’s eyes are fixed on you now. His voice was barely above a whisper, and his posture was not as confident as before.

You open your mouth to answer, but no words come out. His question echoed in your head, but you had no idea how to answer it. Jean took your silence as an answer.

“Okay.” He straightens himself once more and sniffles slightly, but plays it off. “I am going to let you go now.” He looks at you for a moment longer, hoping you'll say something, but you don’t. He then closes his eyes and walks away, down the same corridor Levi did.

---

It was finally graduation day after three long years. There were two hundred and eighteen cadets who graduated alongside you. Everyone had three options: the garrison regiment, aka those whose job it was to reinforce the walls; the scout regiment, who would ride out into Titan country; or the military police regiment, aka the lazy bastards. You were at the top of your class, along with Connie, Sasha, Jean, Marco, Eren, Mikasa, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie. The night of your graduation you noticed Jean acting weird. Everyone was drinking and having a good time when you noticed a saddened look across Jean’s face. He barely talked all night. Eren even tried to pick a fight with him, but he didn’t fight back.

“Hi,” you said, joining him at the wooden table he was sitting at inside one of the dining halls. Marco was sitting next to him and took his cue to leave. You smiled at him, and he shot you a sympathetic look. The room was loud and full of drunk cadets, but you ignored the noise to talk to Jean.

“Hey.” He answered before taking another sip of his beer.

“What’s up with you? Why do you look so sad?” You shift your body closer to him, and he shifts away slightly. This wasn’t the first time he had shifted away from you, not allowing you to get close to him anymore. Ever since that day in the hallway a month ago, his entire body language around you has changed.

“I’m joining the military police.” He stares blankly at nothing in particular. He knew you would have a bad reaction. Everyone else in your group was planning on joining the scout regiment, including you. He prepared himself for you to scream a loud “WHATTT?” that drew everyone's attention to him but it didn’t come and instead -

“Oh.” Your voice comes out shaky now. Your reaction makes him actually look at you this time. You were holding your beer between your thighs, and your head was hanging low as you were just staring at your fingers around the handle of the mug. You didn’t want him to join the military police. You knew that’s what he wanted, but for some reason, you always thought he’d change his mind. “Please don’t.” You tilt your head up slightly as tears threaten to form, your throat feeling like thorns as you speak.

“Why shouldn’t I? I would have three meals daily for life, and I’d be safe behind the walls.” He shifts his body towards you now with an aggression in his voice that wasn’t there before. He just wanted you to say the magic words that would get him to stay. He wasn’t even intending to play this game with you. Heck, he told himself a month ago that he would go into the military police, settle down with a nice girl, and forget all about you and everyone else. He didn’t want to think about how you would never love him. He even stopped sitting next to you at meals and staying away from you during training and downtime. He was already feeling much better being away from the magnet that you were, which sucked him in every time you were near.

“I need you, Jean.” Your drunken thoughts betrayed you, and you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him in a way that you never had before. You corrected yourself by adding, “We need you,” but it was already too late. Jean was already being pulled back into your magnetic aura. He hated himself for it, but he cared about you way too much to let you go out into Titan territory without him.

“I guess I’ll think about it some more.” He hated seeing you sad. “Tonight, let’s just get drunk.” His face finally turns up, and he allows himself to be happy again. He takes a swig of beer and looks over at you. Your smile grows, and you throw your arms around him in a drunken hug that makes him fall backward a little. This makes you spill your beer and his, but you don’t care. Jean takes the opportunity to hug you back, and he buries his face in your hair, scared that he’d never have the chance to again. He decided he would still be at arm's length from you so that he could try to move on. He needed to pull away from you, he reminded himself.

After another beer and bantering with Sasha and Connie, you noticed Captain Levi in the dining hall checking up on all of the cadets. He was sitting in the corner with Commander Erwin and had a cup of tea in his hand. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you started approaching him with a newfound confidence you didn’t have before.

“Hiiii,” You tried your best to appear sober, but your words just came out overly excited and silly.

“Hi, Cadet,” Erwin says before Levi gets a chance to speak. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, sir!” You sloppily salute them both before grabbing a seat at their table. “Sooo, Levi.” You start inappropriately speaking to your captain while leaning over the table, purposely so he has a view of your chest and your slightly unbuttoned blouse. This was unfortunately an attempt at flirting.

“Yes, Cadet?” Captain Levi ignores that you didn’t refer to him as captain. For some reason, you’re the only one he allows to cross the line a little, even when you’re not drunk out of your mind.

“Oh, I-I just, I’m s-so, drunk. I don’t think I can walk back to my room.” You feign innocence and pout. He raises an eyebrow, unsure of what you’re getting at, but this was quite amusing for him. Usually, you’re so confident and rational that you never speak out of line like this. “Can you carry me to my room, sir?” For theatrics, you lay the back of your palm on your forehead and flip around so that the back of your head is lying on the table, and you’re now looking at your captain, who is upside down. Even upside down, he is so handsome. This makes Erwin chuckle. Oh god, it's a bad idea to be upside down. You suddenly get dizzy. Eren looks over and sees this fiasco and mumbles to himself, “shit,” before running over to you.

“Hey Y/N, you look tired; let’s get you back to your bunk.” Eren lifts you by your arms, and you let yourself be a dead weight while giggling. Your vision quickly jumps from an upside-down Levi to a right-side-up Eren, who was pulling you into him.

“Hi, Eren.” You smiled at him sweetly. “Will you carry me to my room since you’re so strong?” You refer back to when he was trying to convince you to choose him. You then add more sweetness by giving him big puppy-dog eyes.

Eren looks past you and apologizes to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin before he brings his attention back to you. “Yeah, of course.” Before Eren says anything else, you jump into him, grab the sides of his face, and kiss him passionately. His eyes widen, and his arms are weakly laid across your hips in an awkward fashion. He’s red from ear to ear when you pull away from his lips. Eren takes a moment to collect himself and then carries you on his back to your room. You fell asleep on his shoulder, and he laid you in your bunk and covered you with a blanket before he left. He walked away, brushing his lips with his fingers. He wondered if you’d remember doing that in the morning.

Back to Captain Levi and Commander Erwin, who just watched Eren carry you off to bed. “That could’ve been you if you said yes,” Erwin says, raising an eyebrow and directing his laughter at Levi.

“Oh, shut up; the brat just got too drunk for her own good.” Levi scoffed and continued to drink his tea, but his thoughts were filled with what-ifs. What would have happened if Eren hadn’t pulled you away? Would it have been him trying to take care of your drunk ass? He huffs to himself and calls it a night before standing up and leaving Erwin along with the rest of the cadets. He was suddenly no longer interested in being there.

Meanwhile, Jean saw everything. His chest hurt, but he reminded himself that he needed things like this in order to move on from you. Deep down, though, he kept wondering why Eren and not him. Was it just because Eren was there? Or do you secretly like Eren too? Liking Levi was one thing, but Eren was someone you could easily have if you so chose. Jean decided to have another drink.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #jean kirschstein #jean x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #lemon #smut #slow burn #bryannawrites #aot x reader #aot smut

70 notes · View notes

estrellamorningstar · 1 year ago

Text

Pride [Part Three]

18+ ONLY

Part 1 Part 2

a/n: VERY IMPORTANT, Reiner in this has 10 years added to him, he is not a teenager

Summary: A distraction while you can´t get your hands on Levi might be good for you.

Warnings: 18+, smut, a lot of smut, a bit tense, smut

Word Count: 7657

Your encounter with Levi goes unnoticed by most. You sit down to eat dinner when Reiner walks in and his eyes scan you as if to see if Levi hurt you in any way. When he sits down on the opposite side of the table you move your collar up without thinking, Levi had left some marks on your throat and you kept trying to hide it. So far nobody had noticed, but Reiner´s gaze is now fixated on your eyes.

´´You have to report him,´´ Reiner says softly.

´´Report what?´´ Bertholdt interrupts your attempt at finding an excuse. Levi briefly explained why he was ordered to stay away from you. You both had decided it better to try and avoid situations that would see you two alone. I will find you when this is all over Levi had promised you, but there was as little conviction in his voice as there was passion in the last kiss he gave you. And so you watched Levi walk out of your life once more, but this time you finally accepted that you will never get him away from the Military or his debt to Erwin Smith.

´´She´s hurt-´´ you kick Reiner under the table before he says anything else. Bertholdt´s eyes jump between you, trying to understand the situation.

´´I have trouble controlling my horse, Reiner thinks I should ask for a different one,´´ you hold out your hand to show Bertholdt the bite mark Luna had left earlier. He inspects the bite and sits down next to his friend who is now staring at you, but to your relief doesn´t say a word further. You finish dinner quickly, all you want to do is take a shower and change out of your underwear that is still soaked from your encounter with Levi.

´´He´s using his position to manipulate you,´´ Reiner´s voice comes from the shadows as you step outside the bathhouse. You wonder how long he was waiting for you.

´´He didn´t do anything, Reiner,´´ you shiver slightly in the night air, your wet hair is draping your shoulders and causing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

´´What are the marks on your throat?´´ he steps closer to you, lifting your chin so that your neck is exposed. Your lock your eyes on his, trying to stay calm, searching your head for a reasonable explanation.

´´Reiner, you will have to let it go-- please,´´ nothing comes to your mind, but you can´t let him know about your past with Levi. You feel annoyed that you´re left with having to defend Levi´s actions, even though you didn´t mind them at the time. Reiner nods subtly, but there is something behind his eyes that reminds you of Levi once more. He might agree to not ask questions about what happened, but he´s never going to forget.

After the encounter with Levi you see very little of him. You know that there are long expeditions being done by the Survey Corps and you often hear about the number of Titans that Humanity´s Greatest supposedly kills without as much as catching his breath. The more everybody hears of Levi´s heroism the more Cadets decide that fighting along the Survey Corps is where they want to be. There is a loud exception that is determined to join the MP, but only the top ten finishers in the Corps will get the opportunity. Nile had told you that you will get in the MP no matter what and, after having spoken to Levi who seemed to be very opposed to the idea, you begin questioning Nile´s decision.

There is not much time to think though, the training becomes more intense and after a few months Commandant Keith announces a survival exercise coming up. The Cadets are split into two groups, each group will have to follow a map and meet at a point, the whole time everything needs to be noted down and any inconsistencies in the map corrected. You meet with your group for a week before the trip, discussing strategies and reviewing survival skills. You know that you have skills to survive most things, but the idea of the vastness and the unknown of large distances of woods and nature scares you. There is comfort in knowing that Reiner will be around.

On the eve of the exercise Reiner sits next to you at the dinner table, his body brushes against yours, but you don´t move away. This has become a habit that you guiltily indulge in whenever Reiner is around. Neither of you had crossed the line that you were about to cross that one time, but both of you know that it will take very little conviction when an appropriate time comes.

´´You need to get a good rest before tomorrow,´´ Reiner´s golden eyes are fixated on you once more. By now you´re used to his staring. It´s like he´s holding himself back from touching you by intensely staring you down. The difference between Levi and Reiner is noticeable. You know that Reiner wants to have you to himself, he tenses up whenever anybody as much as talks to you, but he never tells you how he feels.

´´Reiner...´´ you look at him, amused.

´´I know you´re a big girl, but you haven´t left the city yet,´´ Reiner´s hand brushes against yours as he reaches for bread. The way he calls you a big girl makes you swallow hard. ´´You need to be fully focused.´´

´´I think I´ll do fine, with a big, strong man like you looking after me,´´ you wave at Bertholdt who has just entered the room and feel Reiner stiffen up next to you. You have been feeling especially needy recently and Reiner´s constraint is driving you crazy. You feel like making a move would somehow betray Levi, so you wait, butReiner doesn´t seem to be capable of crossing that line. It´s somewhat a relief, because even though Levi and you had decided to stay away from each other, you still felt like there is a chance with him. You do find yourself teasing and flirting with Reiner, testing his limits and testing yours in the process.

´´Anything can happen in the middle of the night out there,´´ Reiner mutters through gritted teeth before Bertholdt sits down in front of you, you realize that you have gone red from the meaning behind Reiner´s words because Bertholdt´s eyebrows are raised as he scans your face. You´re glad to see Annie throw her plate of food next to Bertholdt´s, drawing the attention away from you. Soon enough the four of you go over the list of items that need to be packed and go over the last few details of the exercise and the goal of it.

Reiner insists on walking you to your barracks. You walk in silence, Reiner´s arm brushes against yours every now and then. Being in the Military makes for a touch deprived existence and you have noticed many people finding comfort in other´s vicinity, sometimes subtly and sometimes not so much. Most of the cadets being teenagers doesn´t help the tensions either.

´´You should take my horse tomorrow, Luna´s not ready,´´ Reiner turns to you before you reach the door.

´´I can´t rely on your horse all the time, Reiner,´´ you shake your head at his words. You had improved your control over Luna. In fact, she was the polar opposite of what she used to be. The problems arose when you weren´t near her. She would get nervous and kick people that would get near her if it wasn´t you. It was still harder for you to control her from distance, but once she knew it was you that was calling for her she would follow your every command.

´´You can´t split from the group tomorrow at all, do you understand?´´ You know that his concern comes from a place of caring, but you have been doing just as well as Reiner, if not better, in some cases when it came to tests. Of course, woods and survival skills was something you had been worried about for a long time and you told Reiner as much. Ever since you mentioned your worries he was sharing all the information he could with you to prepare you for the danger of the world that isn´t ours is how he put it.

´´Reiner, I´m a big girl, remember? Maybe getting lost is what I need to benefit from this exer-´´ you stop talking before anything even happens. You saw the shift in Reiner´s eyes before he leaned over and kissed you... on your cheek. It takes every bit of your energy to not punch him in the arm and demand his tongue down your throat. The way he had leaned into you made you salivate just from the anticipation, so the change in his direction felt like a punch to your gut and all the built up frustration from teasing him returns to bite you on your ass.

´´Goodnight, Reiner,´´ you practically growl at the man and shut the door in his face. You get ready for sleep quickly, but very little sleep comes. You know that Reiner is playing the same game as you are, but you can´t afford to break first. The pride that you had promised to bury with your past is holding onto your soul like the last leaf of an autumn tree. You are aware of how unlikely it would be for you to be with Levi, but you feel guilt every time you imagine yourself with Reiner, even though those thoughts excite you.

You have been seriously considering going against Commander Nile´s wishes and joining the Survey Scouts. Your judgment largely influenced by being closer to Levi, but you can´t spend two more years denying any possibility of physical contact with another man. And yet, you hold yourself back when you could be responding fully to Reiner´s attempts at physical contact. You don´t move your foot away when he touches you, but you often wonder how he would react if you would rub your foot against his shin in response. Or when he deliberately reaches over you to grab something and you freeze in his presence, you are often so close to pushing your ass into him.

Even Bertholdt has stopped telling Reiner off for staring at you when you do tedious tasks, because all you can do is blush and carry on with what you´re doing, doing your best not to wink at him, a habit that you gained when you used to steal money from drunk married men. You´re pretty sure there is a bet going between Annie and Bertholdt on who is going to break first, but Levi´s hold is too strong over you for you to give in. You do know that you´re approaching your limit and with the dangerous task ahead of you, you need your head in the game fully.

🍓🍓🍓

Levi has had only time for expeditions as Survey Corps continue their research on Titan behavior. He has now been assigned to help Captain Hange out with their bizarre plan to capture a Titan to do more thorough research on the humanity´s biggest threat. Levi isn´t too happy with how quickly Erwin approved Hange´s plan. The plan itself works in theory, but the execution might see to a loss of a considerable amount of lives.

He has also been staying away from the Training Corps, the temptation is there though, but Erwin sometimes mentions you in passing, to assure Levi that you´re doing well and that you might have even changed your mind about the MP. That somewhat puts his mind at ease, but his sleepless nights are often spent thinking of you and wondering how things would have turned out had he stayed behind. He also wishes that the last moments he spent with you had been more meaningful, that he would have given you all of him and shown you that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him, but he has a duty to fulfill.

´´You´re daydreaming again, Levi,´´ Hange´s voice catches him by surprise, Levi had been staring at the fire without realizing. Hange often drives Levi crazy, they have no filter and their love for Titans is keeping him on the edge, and, as much as it amuses everybody else, Levi is more worried that Hange will slip up one day and pay with their life. He has grown to love Hange in his own way, there is not a bad bone in their body and all their time and energy is invested in finding out more about what make Titans tick. Hange has found some valuable information in the last three years since the fall of Wall Maria and with a new strategy Survey Corps leaves the safety of the Walls once more.

🍓🍓🍓

You wake up and look outside the window. There is a barely visible line of light on the horizon, but you know that there is no way you will get back to sleep. Your head feels heavy, but you hope that the walk to the stables will sober you up a little. As you approach the stables you realize that Thomas, who is the leader of your group for the exercise, and most of the boys are already saddling their horses up. You don´t see Reiner or Bertholdt anywhere. In fact, you don´t remember seeing Annie in her bed either. You´ve caught the three of them discussing something in hushed arguments more often recently, but since they don´t want to involve you in their drama, you leave it.

Thomas suggests to get a quick breakfast and head off as soon as possible. The task is to get to the destination and take as much information on the way, the trip should take a couple of days there and same on return, but Thomas is convinced it can be done in a much shorter time. Reiner had scoffed at the suggestion when he mentioned it a couple of weeks ago, but you had learnt to time your shin kicks with Bertholdt and the two of you got given punishment for not being able to stifle your giggles when you made eye contact with Bertholdt. It was one of the few times when you felt glad to have made friends, because laughing the way you did when you left the meeting reminded you of times Underground. Reiner hadn´t been amused because you earned yourself a week of working in the armory, cleaning the ODM gear with Bertholdt.

After breakfast there is still no sign of the trio, but by the time you arrive at the stables you first notice Reiner´s blonde hair. Your eyes fall to his boots that are covered in mud, yet the night had been dry. The other two also look like they´ve not been sleeping either. You can´t remember whether Annie made it to the barracks at all. Annie gives you a challenging look. You leave your questions for later, they´re clearly up to something, but you would rather get their side of the story before you cause any trouble. Besides, everybody is ready to go and Thomas is keen to begin the trip before the other group is finished with their breakfast.

The day starts out hot, you have been told to ration water, because apart from a map with a rough area marked in the middle of it, you don´t know how likely you will get any water source without having to go out of your way, and you can´t afford to waste time according to Thomas´s guidance. The heat, the lack of sleep and the gentle swaying of Luna´s trot sees you zoning out as you watch Bertholdt, Annie and Reiner exchange secretive looks. You´re trying to remember all the other times they had disappeared together. It certainly was more than you could count, but nobody else had drawn attention to that. They were always present when someone superior was around and other Cadets had no time to focus on anything else but their own training.

You admire the landscape, you have never seen so many trees and so much green. Bertholdt slows down his horse and shares his knowledge of tree names and what kind of fruit they bear. Reiner is ahead of you, but you notice him looking over his shoulder every now and then, annoyed. You find Reiner´s brooding amusing, but you´re also curious of what Bertholdt has to say so you ask him questions and you pass most of the morning learning a lot about the world that you are now a part of.

By lunchtime comes a realization that the map is wrong. After many arguments and tensions, Reiner comes to a conclusion that the map is an older version and had been drawn from a perspective of a merchant, the only accurate part of it was the main road. Lunch is short-lived and Thomas´s plan to get ahead has been ruined by having to double back and find the most accurate part of the map. Bertholdt takes it upon himself to draw the map as accurate as possible to make it easier to get back, but the trip is halted by a fork in the road, there are four paths, all leading into the woods, and only the main one is marked on the map. A decision is made to send groups of people to explore each path before deciding the next move.

Reiner volunteers at the same time as you and so Thomas pairs you up to explore the path leading to the left. Reiner still seems to be annoyed about your morning lesson with Bertholdt because for most part of your exploration you spend in silence, taking notes of any noticeable changes in the environment or writing down instructions Reiner thinks are important to know. The farther you go, the closer the trees grow together. But the path is definite and Thomas had instructed to keep following the path until it ends or something significant appears, but to keep an eye out for the sun, getting lost in the tall trees at night would keep your team even further away from your goal.

The trees begin to thin out and you come to a narrow river. It´s a sight that you take a while to take in. Late afternoon sun has found it´s way into the forest and paints the surface of the river golden. You haven´t seen colors such as these and you can´t look away. Reiner gets off his horse and looks up at you, his expression isn´t bearing the same weight it normally does. You follow his lead and approach the water, taking Luna with you. The cold water on your face wakes you up more than the little sleep you´ve been getting. You wash your face one more time and look at Reiner for further instructions, but he´s looking across the river as if looking for something. The sun behind him makes you squint, so you can´t quite make out what´s going on behind his eyes.

´´Aren´t you going to refresh yourself, Reiner? We can spare five minutes,´´ you´re still squatting by the water, your fingers allowing the force of life to slip through them and cooling you down in the process. He comes out of his trance and joins you by the water.

´´We will have to head back, the path ends here,´´ Reiner gathers some water in his massive hands and pours it over his head. The reflection of the golden water in his eyes makes him look unreal. Some images of Titans in the books you´ve been studying had made it look like some Titan´s eyes glow and the thought of Reiner being a Titan almost makes you laugh out loud. In fact, you would have laughed out loud if you hadn´t noticed the expression on Reiner´s face shift once more. He clenches his jaw and pours water over his face to avoid looking at you.

You feel annoyed with his avoidance, but you feel equally annoyed that you´re holding yourself back. If there was a perfect moment to indulge in your most secret fantasies, it would be right here and now, away from everybody. Both of you get on your feet at the same time. Your foot slips on the wet moss and Reiner´s hands end up on your waist pulling you towards him. And there comes another perfect moment to let go of your pride, but you step away only to be pulled back by Reiner, your eyes widen as you look up at him.

´´Why are you holding back?´´ the stillness of the nature emphasizes how deep Reiner´s voice is.

´´I don´t know what you mean,´´ you´re determined to keep fighting until the very end. You can´t admit to him, to yourself that there is a selfish part of you that wants to find out how one night with the giant of a man would feel.

´´You tease me all the time, I know you want me to kiss you. Why don´t you just ask me for it?´´ Reiner´s hold of you is tight, like he´s scared that you will run away.

´´I--´´

´´Ask me for it,´´ the demand in Reiner´s voice makes you clench your jaw, his eyes are so intense you know that you have nowhere to hide.

´´Look at me and tell me you don´t want it and I will leave you alone,´´ Reiner´s voice is strained. His grip on you loosens and you´re left fighting this battle on your own.

´´I--´´ the hesitation in your voice makes Reiner breathe out in exasperation. His hand finds your chin and he pushes your head up so you face him full on and not just through your eyelashes.

´´Do you want me to kiss you?´´

All you can do is nod, as if saying yes out loud would somehow betray what you had with Levi. You don´t have time to feel guilty though, because it seems that was all Reiner needed from you. Reiner doesn´t kiss you aggressively like you had expected him to. Instead his lips are soft. With parted lips he slides his tongue over your lips as if asking you permission. You open your lips and meet his tongue with yours.

You realize you´ve been holding your breath and as your kiss grows deeper your hands slide over his stomach, your fingertips exploring his body before your eyes can. His hands find yours and guides them to the back of his neck. You feel sad to be denied your time to explore him, but when his hands drop down to your ass and pull you against him your speculation gets confirmed. Reiner is big everywhere.

He´s being painfully gentle with his tongue, as if he´s trying to drag out this moment you have alone with him for as long as he can. It does things to your body that you have never felt before. You´re needy already and his slow pace is not helping. You wrestle his tongue with yours, hoping that a challenge is going to make him lose the control he has over his body, but he doesn´t give in.

´´We should head back, princess´´ Reiner whispers against your breathless lips. You can tell that it takes him just as much effort to let go of you, because his lips are on yours once more and his tongue is more hungry than before. Perhaps it´s the thought of this being the only moment alone because neither of you can follow through with his words.

The way his body feels against you is the polar opposite of his kiss, he is holding you firmly pressed against him, the angle that your head is in is almost painful. You´re on your tiptoes, trying to get more from him. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, to make up for the lack of roughness in his kiss, your fingers fist his hair, causing him to groan.

´´We really should get back,´´ Reiner´s voice has little conviction in it, especially when his tongue fills your mouth without letting you say anything. You push your new found limits a little further by rolling your hips against Reiner, drawing another groan from him. His hands find your hair and, the way his fingers explore the mess that your curls are, makes you feel like he´s wanted to do it for quite some time. You can feel his breath still and a soft moan lose itself in his throat before finally breaking your kiss. ´´I wish you would have given in sooner.´´

´´I didn´t...´´ you catch the smugness in his expression and stop trying to protest. ´´Let´s head back.´´

You´re happy to see that Reiner´s walk is somewhat stiff and you catch him rearranging things before getting on his horse, you almost feel like you´re winning this battle of driving each other to the edge, but soon enough you realize that you´re not better off, your underwear rubs against your sensitive skin, reminding you that you´re in as much of a predicament as Reiner is. By the time you return to the crossroads, the sun is already losing it´s brightness.

One look at Reiner and the ever observant Bertholdt looks at Annie knowingly. Reiner takes the notes you´ve been taking from your hand. The way his hand lingers on yours for a second longer than necessary gives you some comfort that the kiss wasn´t only to prove a point. He winks at you and takes the notes to Thomas. Bertholdt gives you an infusion of some leaves and raises his eyebrow as if waiting for you to say something.

´´What?´´ you look from him to Annie, who seems to be amused by the situation, this is the first time you have seen her sporting an expression that isn´t making you feel like your existence annoys her.

´´Who gave in first?´´ Bertholdt asks impatiently.

´´I don´t know what you mean,´´ you drink the hot beverage and nearly burn your lips.

´´It certainly wasn´t me,´´ Reiner leans in and whispers with a grin on his face. He takes a drink from Bertholdt and sits next to you closer than ever. You have never seen him smile as openly as he is right now.

Thomas announces that you will be camping in the nearby woods. So you all gather your belongings and set up camp in the woods. Reiner and Bertholdt work on the fire. Between all of you you manage to make a stew of some sort, it´s not much, but it´s welcome after a long day and the cold air setting down over the forest floor.

After eating, you sit around the fire and listen to Thomas´s plan for tomorrow. The idea is to be ready to leave as the sun rises. From the combined drawings of the maps from different forks in the road it looks like going down a small, barely noticeable path just off the main road would lead you to your destination. You catch Reiner´s eyes over the fire and forget to listen to what Thomas has to say.

There is a nervous energy living in your veins that began with the first taste of Reiner´s lips. There is still a current of guilt joining your excitement, but your foot has already crossed the line, it will take a gentle pull to carry you over completely. You´re fighting yourself silently, trying to weigh out the good and the bad, but you already know it´s a lost fight. Especially when you realize that Reiner has made his way over to you. You notice Annie dragging Bertholdt away, his face is noticeably flushed even in the fire light.

´´Do you think Annie will ever give him a chance?´´ you ask Reiner as he sits next to you, you don´t quite know what to do with his presence. Reiner´s already shaking his head, his hand is resting on the small of your back, drawing circles with his fingertips.

´´She´s here to make her father proud, she won´t let anybody get in her way,´´ his voice is monotone. Reiner doesn´t seem to care about the people that are on the other side of the fire, he´s watching you intensely. You can´t even tell who it is, but you´re not sure you care either, Reiner´s fingers have found their way under your shirt. He leans down and you hold your breath as you feel his on your ear. ´´You should come to my tent tonight,´´ the half-whisper wakes your body up in more ways than one. You already knew you weren´t going to get much sleep, sleeping in new locations always gave you anxiety, but now you know that whatever Reiner has on his mind is sure to make tomorrow a rough day.

´´You´re sharing your tent with Bertholdt, I don´t think there´s space,´´ you try to ignore how gentle Reiner´s touch is, even though his fingers are heavily calloused. You had always imagined Reiner losing control easily, especially with how often you saw him lost in thought. In fact, it´s new for you to see Reiner focused on something as much as he is focusing on your right now.

´´Don´t worry about Bertholdt, he won´t be there,´´ you feel like Reiner is still holding back, but his teeth on your earlobe has your body already saying yes to whatever the night will bring. Away from the fireplace the night is pitch black. Reiner seems unbothered by the dark as he drags you behind him with definite steps, you feel like you´re in a trance, with the darkness of the night covering the trail of your sins.

The darkness makes for an interesting experience. You end up on your back in Reiner´s tent with your booted feet pressed against his chest as he works on getting you out of them. You have somewhat adjusted to the darkness, but you can´t quite make out more than shadows, you can hear your own heart-beat, fluttering in your chest in nervous anticipation. Reiner´s hands work fast, once your boots are off you feel his hands make their way up your legs, and then your sides and they end up in your hair, his fingers entangling in your curls as he balances himself on his elbows.

Reiner´s knee hooks your leg and brings it up at an angle in one smooth move at the same time as he finds your lips and this time the kiss is everything you expected from him. All the gentleness is gone and a hungry tongue fills your mouth without waiting for your permission. The cover of the dark seems to have awakened something in Reiner that he was scared of showing in the light of day. You also feel more uninhibited, your hands bravely finding the hem of his shirt and finding their way on his skin. Reiner has you pinned down in a way that you only can move your hands freely.

Your kiss is the polar opposite of the gentle, neat one you shared by the river. You feel Reiner´s breath become shallow as he makes you wish his tongue would find its way between your legs, but even with added roughness in Reiner´s actions, he seems to like to take things slow. The one thing Levi didn´t teach you was patience, he would always have you ready for his dick in case there was a moment to spare to have you bent over and screaming his name. Waiting for Reiner´s next move is excruciating, especially since you can´t do much for the position your bodies are in.

You toy with Reiner´s tongue, giving him a preview of what you could do if he gave you a chance to move. An approving groan fills your mouth, but the most he allows for is his shirt being removed. You run your fingers over his chest and try to find his belt, but you find yourself at a complete loss of control over your body when Reiner pins your wrists down somewhere above your head.

´´You need to get some sleep, princess,´´ Reiner mutters against your lips and you groan, not quite believing his words. He doesn´t let you protest, his kiss is just as hungry as before. Your underwear is already soaked and you´re so ready for him, the thought of having come to Reiner and only getting more worked up with no release in sight is making you frustrated.

´´You´re going to fuck me, Braun,´´ your voice is coarse and demanding. Your words make Reiner´s body freeze for a moment, you can´t see him, but you can tell that he´s contemplating your demands. You still can´t move, but you graze Reiner´s lower lip with your teeth and suck it in between your lips, finally waking Reiner from his trance. He has been holding his body in a way that his broad waist is pressed against you, pinning you to the floor, but there is a slight shift in his position and he grinds his hips against you slowly, causing you to throw your head back and inhale sharply. His teeth on your throat add to the sensation you try to hold onto with another roll of his hips.

´´You´re not ready for me,´´ Reiner muffles against your neck, you attempt to wrap your legs around him, but his hips are so broad and another push against you makes your legs go weak. You could tell before that Reiner´s not small in any sense of the word, but you begin to realize that he might be holding back, worried that he will hurt you. You´re getting more surprised by the way Reiner is the more time you spend with him, you had never thought he would be worried about crossing lines or hurting people, he always struck you as incredibly masculine, a warrior, taking what´s his and not being apologetic about it.

´´I didn´t come here to sleep, Reiner,´´ you can hear the neediness in your voice. You feel his hand tighten around your wrist, you try to roll your hips against him, but to no avail, he´s in complete control over your body and he´s driving you crazy. Now you don´t even have access to his lips, instead, his tongue is slowly exploring your throat, you hear him inhale the scent of your hair and release a shaky breath, the friction caused by his groin is more rough this time. ´´Fuck me, please,´´ you don´t recognize yourself in the pleading, but you are impatient to have this man rip you open. Reiner isn´t budging, but you can tell by his breathing that he´s fighting himself.

´´I don´t want to hurt y-´´

´´I´m a big girl, I can take you,´´ you feel like the darkness has opened up something that you had been trying to hide from the world before. ´´Please, Reiner,´´ You´re not sure if you´re desperate to be put through the forest floor by Reiner because of your built up frustrations with Levi and the way Levi had reacted to him makes you feel like you´re rebelling against your ex-lover, but you do know for a fact right now that you need a release of some sort and preferably not delivered by your own hand.

Your wrists are let go and you feel Reiner sit up. His hands are on your belt and you try to help him out with the straps but your hands end up above your head once more, Reiner´s breath is hot on your lips.

´´You´re going to have to let me do this before I change my mind, princess,´´ Reiner sits back up and your underwear comes off with the trousers. You gasp when you´re flipped on your stomach. You hear Reiner fiddle with his own belt before he leans over you and moves your hair to the side.

´´Are you sure you want this?´´ Reiner´s whisper sends a shiver down your spine, you feel his dick press against the small of your back and the way his heavy balls rest on your ass makes you push your ass into him as an answer to his question, causing a growl escape Reiner´s throat. You have pushed him far enough. He sits back up, bringing your ass up and pulling you on all fours. His fingers find your entrance first, a sigh of approval reaches your ears when he finds just how needy you really are.

Moments later he´s coating his dick in your slick, rubbing it against your clit and stroking himself with one hand, while holding you up by your hip with the other. You push yourself against him, wanting to feel more of the friction. You can tell that his dick is not only long, but thick. He has you at his mercy, but even then you can tell he´s hesitating. He toys with you, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your clit and sometimes pushes it against your entrance, it´s obvious he´s still worried about letting go of the control he has over himself, so you help him out and push your ass towards him, causing the tip of his dick slide inside you.

Short, ragged breaths leave Reiner´s lips as he keeps himself from burying his dick inside you in one go. You feel him slowly spreading you open, clearly struggling to go faster than he is.

´´How does it feel, princess?´´ Reiner withdraws his dick and then slowly attempts to go deeper again with a slow thrust, you can hear the strain in his voice.

´´So- g-good,´´ is all you can manage, a groan of approval accompanies another thrust of Reiner´s hips. It´s a slow process, Reiner keeps making sure that you´re still enjoying yourself. You are for the most part, there´s pain that you had never thought you would enjoy, but you want to take him all. His dick fills you up in ways you could never have imagined. Your legs are already weak and Reiner senses that, both of his hands are holding you up by your hips. You can tell that he hasn´t gone all the way yet, but it seems like Reiner isn´t capable of holding back anymore.

His fingers sink in the flesh of your hips as he pulls you hard against him and you have to bite down on your hand to keep yourself from moaning out loud. You spread your legs wider, to accommodate him and soon you´re whimpering uncontrollably as Reiner moves relentlessly in and out of you.

´´You´re taking me so well,´´ Reiner groans between quick breaths. His thrusts are becoming more sharp, you feel your knees leave the ground as Reiner slams into you. He changes his pace depending on your moans, checking that you´re doing alright or giving you praise for doing well. The praise sends you closer to the edge each time he mutters so good for me or I know princess whenever he hears a louder moan when he meets some resistance. His pace changes to a much harsher one, the sound of his flesh hitting your ass as he pulls you roughly into him makes your pussy clench tightly around him.

Reiner´s groans seem to get more intense and you can feel his thighs tremble when he seems to decide to take a break, leaving you breathless and shaking under his body. He gently turns you over and you feel his tongue make it´s way up your stomach, droplets of sweat drip on your skin from Reiner´s hair. Your whole body is sensitive to the slightest touch of his tongue.

He unbuttons your shirt as his tongue keeps exploring your skin. You feel the cool air of the night gently caress your damp skin once Reiner removes all your clothing, leaving you completely naked under him. Both of you are still out of breath, Reiner´s hands explore your body and you do the same with his. You run your fingertips across his stomach, committing every muscle to your memory.

Reiner leans over you, you feel his cock resting on your stomach and you already miss it inside you. You can´t help but wrap your fingers around his shaft. With a stifled groan Reiner pushes his cock against your palm as a response to your movement. Finding out the true size of him makes your pussy clench. His lips close around your nipple and as you gently slide your hand over his whole length you enjoy the short break, even just to get your breath back, and Reiner´s intense exploration of your body is another sensation that you hadn´t expected from him.

Reiner´s slowed down his pace again even though his dick is practically throbbing in your hand with each firm stroke. He´s focused on your breasts, making your nipples stand to attention with each lick. His groans of approval send vibrations through your body that just make your pussy ache for his touch. Your mind has switched off, all you can focus on is Reiner´s touch and how much you want to feel him inside you even though feeling him twitch in your hand makes you want to see him lose control from your touch and you begin stroking him with more definite strokes.

Reiner´s holding himself up on his elbows as he´s absolutely mesmerized by how responsive you are to his tongue on your breasts, every time he sucks a nipple in his mouth your grip on his dick gets tighter. You find out that Reiner´s the most vocal when you play with the tip of his dick and you use this new found knowledge to make him breathless quite quickly. You feel him involuntarily thrusting into your touch and the idea of making this man lose control drives you crazy. Just as you feel a flush of heat under your touch Reiner grabs your hands and pins them above your head once more, his lips find yours and the kiss he gives you sends a lot of heat between your legs. With a soft growl Reiner starts following a trail downwards, kissing, biting and licking his way down your body. You writhe under his tongue.

´´I´m trying to be gentle, princess, don´t push me,´´ Reiner´s voice is breathless and raspy. His constraint fascinates you. You know that if he let go of all the control you possibly would not be able to ride your horse for the rest of the trip without being in agony, but at this point you don´t care. You want him to destroy you and get the release that he is denying himself.

You want to tell him to not be gentle, to just let go, but before you any words even reach your consciousness your whole world turns to intense pleasure. Reiner´s lips have found your clit and with two firm hands dug in the flesh of your ass you´re at Reiner´s mercy. His tongue and lips work in perfect tandem, putting the perfect pressure on your most sensitive part. Your hands find his hair just as his tongue finds its way inside you and you grip his hair roughly. The way he´s eating you out has his nose rubbing against your clit and the combination of how sloppy his tongue is and the pressure that sends pure ecstasy through your body has you trembling. His tongue is unrelenting and Reiner is so into eating you out that you can feel his groans trembling against your flesh, adding even more to the quickly approaching orgasm.

Before you know it your pussy is clenching around his tongue. Your body is shivering and you don´t have the energy to keep your moans back. Just when you think you´re about to explode on his tongue he stops, but just as quickly his tongue is replaced by his dick. You´re so wet that it takes him very little effort to slide inside you, for the first part. You feel yourself stretched out already, but he doesn´t hold back like he did before. He is already slamming into you. You can´t see him clearly, but the sounds he´s making and the nails that are digging in your ass are a sure sign that Reiner´s finally over the edge he´s been trying to avoid. You´re filled with his dick and you feel yourself stretched out over his dick, but the pain is insignificant to the pleasure each harsh roll of Reiner´s hips put you through. Your hands are pressing against his abs to have anything to hold onto. Your toes are curling and before you know it you´re out of breath and nearly unconscious incapable of doing anything else but give into the intense pleasure delivered to you by relentlessness of Reiner´s thrusts. You feel Reiner´s abs tensing and as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm there is an animalistic growl filling the silent night and you feel warm cum cover you with more grunts from Reiner who collapses over you, his face nestling in your neck.

The come down is something you have never experienced before. Levi would never spend a moment with his cum on your body, cleaning you up before you had a chance to even catch your breath. Reiner is holding onto you tightly, he has rolled you on top of him, both of your sweat and cum covering your heated skin, his arms wrapped tightly around you. He finds your hand and places it on the side of his face and as you caress his cheek you feel him lean into your hand and kiss your palm every now and then. No words are exchanged as you fall asleep listening to the noises of the forest that are slowly making their way into your consciousness and so does the guilt that you had put to the back of your mind if only for a short moment.

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

#fanfic #smut #lemon #attack on titan #levi ackerman #captain levi x you #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x reader

8 notes · View notes

levis-nut-dump · 2 years ago

Text

~Picnic~

First one shot im a Wattpad girl so bare with me here :')

(Description: The dream of your boyfriend the first night back at Paradis after the attack on Marley)

You unlock the door to your room at the scout headquarters. You haven't seen your home in months, and finally, after a long battle, You get to rest your head on your own pillow, it was well deserved too; You've been through a lot in these last few months away from home, more than any person could endure, but you're not any person, you're (Y/N) Ackerman, being strong comes with the name.

Of course, being strong wasn't always the easiest with the positions you've found yourself in often. You knew the hardships of being a scout before joining, but in your defense, you hadn't planned on putting your guard down until you met, him.

You change into your satin dark red sleeping gown. As soon as your head hits the pillow, your mind finds a euphoria like no other. The pillow was cold, soft, and it felt like your head was melting into it. Just as you were getting comfortable to drift into a long and well-deserved rest, a knock came to your door. You sigh and get up to answer the door, though you contemplated it for a minute.

When you open the door you're greeted with sun-blonde hair, a bright smile, and eyes as blue as the ocean you were recently aware of. You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend, Every time you laid your eyes on him, all your troubles and despair drifted away. One smile warms your heart and one laugh lifts it high. You were young, just nineteen and recently discovered literally a whole new world, but you knew Armin Arlert was your forever person. "Armin." you smile.

Armin grinned. "I'm sorry If I woke you. It's our first day back home, and I wanted to take you on a picnic." he smiled brightly, holding up a picnic basket.

You blushed. "That sounds amazing, but, I didn't plan on leaving the apartment today." You said looking down. As you did, you wondered why you were turning him down. Something about this didn't feel right, something was off.

"That's perfect, we can do it here, so we can be alone." Armin pitched. You nodded and stepped out of the way so Armin could come in. He started to unpack the basket, laying a flowery blanket on the grown and unpacking homemade pasta and sandwiches. Despite this weird feeling in your gut, you couldn't resist Armin's pull on your heart.

You sit down with him, remember what you wore, and look at Armin. He wore a button-down shirt, baby blue with the sleeves rolled right past his elbows, khaki dress pants, and white shoes. He also showed off the necklace you had gotten him for your three-year anniversary last year. "Should I go change?" you asked, feeling a little embarrassed about how underdressed you were.

Armin smiled softly. "No. You look just perfect."

You beamed. Armin always had a way of making you feel beautiful when you felt anything but. This man. He came and broke the walls you had built so tall and strong, and loved you while you learned to love yourself, and somehow you loved him before you were fully able to accomplish that. Maybe he knows what going on with this strange feeling in your stomach. "Armin, something about being here doesn't feel right, like something is off." you stressed.

'Well, we did lose a lot of people we cared for (Y/N), it's only normal to feel that way coming back to where we did all of that loving and caring." he said softly. "I know it's hard."

You looked down. "It's devastating. How are you able to be so, you? I mean, I'm glad you are, but, aren't you sad?" You asked.

Armin made your plate. "Of course, I'm sad, my love, but being sad won't bring them back. If anything, it'll make them feel sad that rather than enjoying the rest of our lives that they couldn't, we sat around being sad because of the fact." You looked up from your lap to see Armin looking intensely into your eyes.

"It just feels, wrong. Wouldn't we be rubbing it in their faces? Us just moving on with our lives like they were never a part of it?" you asked.

"Moving on with your life doesn't have to mean you forget them, it means you try to figure out how to live without them in your presence, but they'll always be in your heart." Armin put his right hand on my cheek and the left on my hand. He kissed me softly on my lips. Again I had that gut-turning feeling in my stomach, but the flutter in my heart far outweighed it. "I'll, always be in your heart." he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes.

You put your hand on his as it rests against your cheek. "Armin~" you breathed as a tear fell from your eye.

"It's time to wake up my love. It's time to move on." he said with tears in his eyes but a smile on his face.

"I don't want to. I don't want to lose you." you sob.

"No, no baby. You didn't lose me. You never will. I'll always be here, you just won't be able to see me.

"It's not the same. It's not the same Armin."

"Trust me, I know, and this pains me right to my very core, that this will be the last time my lips touch yours," he said as he gently pecked your lips. "This last time my hands will feel your soft skin, the last time your (E/C) eyes will look me in mine with that beautiful glow, but this isn't good for you, (Y/N). It's time to wake up." he said.

You put your forehead to his. "Please God don't make me." you sobbed.

"I'm sorry." he said. Armin picked you up bridal style and laid you on your bed. He covered you up and then climbed onto the bed with you. You turn to face each other and said nothing. For ten whole minutes, all you did was look at each other, outlining the little things you fell in love with.

Finally, your eyes fell heavy and you drifted into a sleep.

When you open your eyes you snap back to reality. You put your head into your pillow and scream. The scream of the worst pain a lover could feel.

Your cousin Levi and best friend Jean bust through the door "(Y/N)!" Levi yelled as he ran to your side. You leaned forward on your knees as you screamed into the pillow once again. Levi held you and rocked you back and forth. "I know. I know. We miss him too." he said chin resting on your head.'

"Get it all out." Jean said as you remembered the death of the love of your life, how he died in your arms, how his last breath was spent telling you that he loved you with his whole being, how you'll never see the ocean in his eyes and feel the love on his skin.

Armin was dead, and you were broken.

10 notes · View notes

megumishotgf · 12 days ago

Text

more jjk fic recs (pt. iv) ⭑

finally got around to making a new post omg… sorry this took so long to upload. credits go to all these wonderful writers!!

featuring: mainly megumi, satoru, suguru, toji, nanami, other mentioned characters in the ‘multiple’ section . both ao3 + tumblr links!

masterlist fic recs (pt.i, pt. ii, pt. iii)

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader - ao3

this deleted one day on tumblr but baby i found it on ao3!! yakuza a.u. w/ childhood best friend! y/n

yuuji watches + films you guys… nsfw

nasty study session w/ megumi oh my

lingerie + megumi comes home. that’s it

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader - tumblr

‘are lemons fruits or vegetables?’ adorable drabble!

celebrating your nsfw birthday!!

megumi takes care of you after a long day yes in that way

megumi + his so who loves makeup ⋆˚✿˖°

alt! megumi + alt! y/n smut!! hell yeah!!

megumi + casual by chappell roan… that is all

masterlist of a wonderful + creative smau!!

and another one!! these are perfect!!

‘can i date your brother’ - you to tsumiki

megumi’s instagram!!

soft! megumi dating headcanons (these are perfect)

some more dating headcanons! i love him omg

and finally reverse comfort! megumi we need more of this omg he’s such a pretty boy

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

satoru proposes!!

and here’s some smut for you afterwards

: ̗̀➛ suguru geto x reader

‘a series of snapshots of your life with suguru + satoru’ truly a masterpiece

smut w/ bassist player! suguru oh great heavens

brother’s best friend! suguru this is beautiful

and part. two we have truly been blessed!

sending tiktoks to college student! bf! suguru

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

masterlist from one of the best toji writers on this app!

being toji’s barbie doll gf⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

maid! reader x toji damn!!

: ̗̀➛ nanami kento x reader - ao3

you need a date to your sister’s wedding. major gentleman! nanami

: ̗̀➛ multiple characters

dick sizes… (megumi, yuuji, toge)

jealous texts w/ bae (gojo, nanami, toji, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge, sukuna)

shy! megumi, satoru + yuuji x popular! y/n (aka. my favourite trope because i am a leo)

gym texts (everyone included author was working hard af on this one!!)

big-tittied gf texts! (i love this god. gojo, nanami, toji, yuuji, megumi, yuuta, toge, sukuna)

sensitive! gf headcanons (megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru)

finding out you were mistreated before (satoru, kento, choso, sukuna, toji, megumi, yuuji + suguru)

some wonderful dating headcanons! (yuuji, megumi, satoru + toge)

grocery shopping w/ suguru + satoru (poly? platonic? you can decide!!)

also a bonus for levi fans… i introduce you to my favourite fic of all time (ao3 link!)

three of these refuse to link, i will try fix it later omg. again so sorry this took so long!! ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

#jjk x reader #megumi x reader #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk texts #suguru geto x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #yuuji x reader #kento nanami x reader

409 notes · View notes

levilaughlove · 1 year ago

Text

""Is this really how low you think of me?", Is what she asked me, Levi, am I the issue?" Your broken voice explains the situation to your longtime best friend, Levi Ackerman.

"I know I shouldn't have came to her like that..I should've been softer." You continued, only lower this time. "You did what you felt was right." Levi finally says. "How much kinder can you be to that self-absorbed bitch? She's drained all of your energy." He adds, hyperfocusing on your sleep-deprived eyes.

"If I showed you photos of what you looked like before you met her, you'd be astonished." He snarls.

"I know you're upset with her but, she is my wife." You defend. "Your wife or your disease?" You chuckle at his snappy remark.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until your phone begins to vibrate. The device lights up revealing an incoming call. Levi sighs at the name on screen.

"How fucking convenient..." Levi murmurs. You gaze at him pleadingly & he whisps his hand through the air as a sign to answer it. You pick up the phone & accept the call.

"Hello?" You ask.

A muffled female voice could be heard from the other line. She doesn't sound too happy.

Levi's gray eyes glare at the phone ,then, rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bed. "A-alright, (f/n), I'll be home soon. Bye-bye." You quickly end the call.

"What did it say?" Levi asks unenthusiastically. "It? Levi, I know you don't like her but, please..." "I don't care, that's how she treats you, what makes her any better?" He quickly adds. You couldn't argue that.

Levi stares at you with an unexplainable expression in his eyes. "Before you think about going off anywhere, at least eat. She can wait 30 minutes." He says, arising from the bed & leaving the room. You follow quickly behind.

"I've got lots of options, mozzy sticks, mac & cheese, I can make you an egg & bacon sandwich.." He continues. "Egg & bacon sounds nice..." You accept shyly. Levi hums & begins to get the items.

While you waited, you began to think. You were so grateful that Levi still takes care of you, even after all these years. You reminisce on your favorite memory of him. It was bittersweet ,but the love & care you had for one another was evident. You were 4, Levi was 7 & he was moving far from your shared hometown. You were his closest friend & he was yours. On the bridge could be seen young you clinging onto Levi tightly with tears in your innocent eyes. Levi tried to keep a stone face even then but couldn't help how his heart felt.

" I'll be back, this isn't forever...pea. Stop crying.." Levi's voice shakes and he hold yours small body, hesitant to let go. "Why...please stay, I need you here.." Your tears kept flowing down your full cheeks, eyes loosely closed. A woman's voice called for Levi to hurry up. "I gotta go now, kay'?" Levi quickly wipes his tears, giving another attempt at a stone face. "Bye." "Goodbye, pea."

Just the thought of it makes you choked up but it doesn't just have a sad tinge anymore, but an innocent, admirable one. You wonder if Levi remembers that.

"Earth to M/n." Levi says loudly. "Hm? Yeah..." You look down to see Levi had finished making the food. Levi looks concerned for a second before returning back to his ordinary expression. You ended up staying much longer than anticipated. You knew your wife would raise hell once you were home.

"Fuck, it's been 2 hours..." You exclaimed worriedly. "If anything goes down, you could always come to me." Levi says trying to relax you.

You give him a thankful gaze before heading to the front door. Looking back once, you wave to Levi, which he nods to.

You cautiously open the front door to your house.

Your wife is sat on the couch, already meeting eyes with you. She looks furious. "I called you at 2:00 & you're only just getting home at 4!?" She screams then bolts over to you, trying to force intimidation. "Who are you fucking, huh?" She screams again.

"I was at a friend's...(f/n)." You slightly dismiss her and wander off to your shared bedroom, undressing yourself as she follows closely behind.

"So why the fuck couldn't you say so? You need to respect me more! Do you know that at any moment I could fuck you over!? WHO DO YOU THINK THEY'LL BELIEVE?! Me!" She lashes out snatching your phone from your hand, shattering it onto the wooden floor below.

You went into a state of shock, your eyes hyperfocused on her enraged person, everything that wasn't here seemed to look like static. You began to get dizzy. You held your head as you almost lost your footing. Levi, you need Levi. You can't breathe.

You shove past her, she falls to the ground forcefully. You just want to go. You need comfort, why is she like this? This wasn't who she was when you first met her! The rain is heavy outside as you push past the front door and onto the sidewalk, cars rush past you, adding to your anxiety. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. It's hard to see due to the rain, you're uncomfortable & soaked. The rain wasn't the only thing dampening your face, but your heavy, warm tears.

Finally, the familiar door number 255 came into sight. You banged as hard as you could on the door. Crashes of lightning roar through the sky.

Levi opens the door & your soaked body immediately crashes onto his. He understood without words. You hyperventalate & try to explain but he hushes you, he already knows. Your eyes red & teary holding onto Levi tight, & likewise him to you.

Everything began to fade to nothing.

#levi ackerman smut #gay #lemon #angst #bottom male reader #levi x male reader #levi aot #levi ackerman x male reader

288 notes · View notes

sixpennydame · 6 months ago

Text

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 // 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐙𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲

Levi Ackerman x pregnant!reader

Each drabble is a snapshot of the growing love between Levi and a recently widowed, pregnant reader. You can read the original story here.

Day 9 // Day 11

“Well? What do you think?”

Levi has barely taken a bite of the yellow cake before you ask the question. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do with the bag of lemons he brought, but he’d heard that citrus was good for pregnant women.

His eyes light up as the zesty flavor of the lemon mixes perfectly with the sugary frosting.

”It’s good,” he assures.

“Oh!” Your hand goes to your belly.

Which instantly puts Levi on alert. “What’s wrong?”

“The baby kicked hard when I took a bite. He must like lemons.”

Wait.

Did you just say he?

—//—

The Little Things Masterlist

#drabblechallenge2024 #levi drabble #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi fluff #sixpennydame drabble challenge 2024 #tw pregnancy

151 notes · View notes

caffeinateddino · 8 months ago

Text

i wanna see Kuchel Ackerman interacting with reader SO BAD. so here it is! levi x reader modern au (Gender neutral pronouns for reader. SFW)

---

You stepped into Levi's teashop again, just like you did every morning for the past four months. Before any other customer came in, you’d arrive, order the exact same tea, flirt with him (or at least try to), get rejected, and then leave.

"Hi, handsome!" you chirped as you walked through the door, flashing him your brightest smile. "You're looking as pret-tea as usual." So proud of your cheeky pickup lines, weren’t you?

Levi sighed, his brows furrowing as he wiped the counter. "Good morning," he muttered, not looking up. "Regular?"

Oh, isn't he just the sweetest? Already knowing your favorite order—you wish. He knew a ton of things about you by now, but not because he was interested. No, it was because you reintroduced yourself AT LEAST twice a week. He knew your name, age, job, the name of your first fish, and even that middle school friend you still had beef with. He knew it all.

"Aww, look at you! Memorizing my order?" you teased, leaning on the counter to get a better look at him.

"No," he deadpanned. "It’s just the cheapest tea in the shop, and you order it every time you come in." He stepped back like you were a germ that he had to stay away from

“There’s a customer already?” an unfamiliar voice called from the prep area. You frowned—new employee? But no, as soon as she stepped out, you realized this wasn’t just anyone. She was one of the most jaw-dropping women you'd ever seen. Long black hair, steel-grey eyes, pale skin, and a sweet smile as she walked to the counter. Definitely related to Levi.

Ignoring Levi, she smiled directly at you. “Hi, what can we get for you today?”

Okay, you were persistent, but you weren’t dumb. She was obviously related to him. His sister? His mom? Either way, time to impress.

“I already got the ord—” Levi started, but you cut him off.

“Hi! I love your eyes!” you said, beaming at her. She smiled, a little shyly. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

“I’m changing my order,” you declared, causing Levi to pause and raise an eyebrow. “I’ll have a cup of jasmine tea,” you continued, scanning the menu above. “And, uh... lemon cheesecake, and that thing.. I can’t pronounce.”

You were picking the most expensive items on the menu. Levi couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips.

“Sure, dear, we’ll get it right out for you,” the woman—probably his mom—replied sweetly, turning to help Levi. Getting a smile from someone related to him? Wild. You thought his whole bloodline had to be as stoic as he was.

After you got your tea and moved to a table by the window, you glanced back at the counter. Kuchel nudged Levi with her elbow, her eyes glinting with amusement. "So... who’s that?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"Tch. No one. Just a regular customer," Levi replied with a shrug, continuing to wipe the counter as if it was his life’s mission.

“Really? They seemed interested in you,” she added, clearly enjoying the moment. Levi sighed. Maybe bringing his mother here had been a mistake. “They are,” he admitted, moving to brew a fresh pot of tea.

Kuchel’s smile widened. "They're pretty, aren’t they?" He paused, visibly uncomfortable but unable to deny it. “… I guess?”

"Alright then," Kuchel said, clearly up to something, before leaving the counter to sit across from you.

'Oh god,' Levi thought, feeling a headache coming on. He knew what his mom was about to do…

You blinked in surprise as Levi’s mom—Kuchel —sat right across from you, a warm smile on her face. You glanced at Levi, who was now standing behind the counter with the most deadpan expression, silently begging the universe to stop this.

“So, how long have you been coming to this shop?” Kuchel asked, leaning in like this was a cozy little chat between best friends.

You tried not to choke on your tea. “Uh, about four months now. I, uh, really like the tea here.”

And the view, you thought but wisely kept to yourself.

“Four months! That’s dedication,” she remarked with a knowing smile. “Levi must really enjoy seeing such a loyal customer every morning.” Levi’s eye twitched from across the room.

“Uh, yeah, it’s nice to see a familiar face,” you said, laughing nervously. Kuchel nodded, clearly entertained. “You know, he doesn’t usually get attached to customers, but I think you might be special.” She paused dramatically, then added, “He talks about you all the time.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Wait, what?

Levi nearly dropped the teapot. “Mom,” he said sharply, voice low with a warning edge. what the fuck now

“Oh, hush, I’m just making conversation,” Kuchel waved him off, fully embracing her mom duties. “He mentioned just the other day how you always come in so cheerful and—” she leaned in as if sharing a secret—“how you flirt with him every morning.”

Your face burned, and Levi’s hand gripped the counter so tightly it might break.

You stammered. “H-he told you that?”

“Well, no, but it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” she winked. “And you know, Levi here could use someone with your energy. He’s always so serious, isn’t he?” She turned her head slightly to address her son. “Levi, dear, you should take some notes—this one knows how to have fun.”

Levi groaned audibly. “Mom, please.”

You almost choked on your tea again. This was both mortifying and the best thing that had ever happened.

Kuchel continued undeterred. “He’s really sweet once you get to know him, you know? Sure, he’s got that broody, ‘I-don’t-care-about-anything’ look, but deep down, he’s very caring. Protective, too. He always makes sure I’m taken care of. Isn’t that right, Levi?”

Levi’s glare could’ve melted steel at this point. “I am right here, Mom.”

“Oh, don’t be so shy,” she teased, ignoring him completely. “What’s your name, dear?” she asked, turning back to you.

You told her, still a bit flustered but managing to smile. Kuchel’s face lit up.

“What a beautiful name! It would sound so lovely with ‘Ackerman,’ don’t you think?”

You almost spat out your tea. Levi nearly knocked over a stack of teacups. “Mom!”

Kuchel giggled, clearly enjoying every second of this. “What? I’m just saying. No harm in thinking about the future, right?”

Levi closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath, as if summoning every ounce of patience in his body. “I’m going to the back,” he muttered, turning away before his mom could cause any further damage.

Kuchel just smiled after him, unfazed. “Well, he’ll come around eventually. Boys like him always do. Anyway, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, dear. And don’t worry—I’ll make sure he brews your tea just right.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this point. “Thank you. I’ll definitely keep coming back.”

As Levi disappeared into the back of the shop, probably questioning every life decision that led him to this moment, Kuchel leaned in one last time. “Don’t give up on him,” she whispered conspiratorially. “He needs someone to loosen him up. And between you and me…” She grinned, eyes twinkling. “I think you’re perfect for the job.”

You were certain Levi was somewhere back there facepalming so hard, but honestly? You were starting to like Kuchel a lot.

345 notes · View notes

jeanbie · 1 year ago

Text

SWEET UNWIND ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampies, foodplay, grumpy & sunshine, fem!reader, piv sex, silent sex (little dialogue) | wc: 6.1k

note: proudly inspired by the insatiable thoughts i had while watching charles bake his cake and kill people in "the brothers sun". also i got cheated on and felt horny, so turned to my favourite cartoon man for relief

⏤ When Levi's not working, he likes to take things slow, and as of late, he's found that baking desserts is an excellent way to unwind. Yesterday, he made a beautifully sweet strawberry drizzled cake with cream. On today's menu, his personal favourite: cream pie.

Gangnam, Seoul; five to midnight, the city turning in for the night as bold and bright lights flicker to life, the streets lined with neon glows that on the waterfront look like blurry fireworks. While constant lines of traffic come and go, honking and revving at the lights as they hurry to wherever they need to be next, Levi switches off the egg-timer that blares to life loudly and sets it down on the kitchen island.

Behind him, baking in the oven with a warm and golden glow, is the sponge for his lemon drizzle cake. He glances up at the TV screen across the room and watches as one of the contestants drizzles extra veins of lemon curd across a wide canvas of white meringue cream, then looks back at his own display of ingredients.

First, he heads to the oven and using the oven glove, he pulls down the door and extracts his top sponge layer. Immediately, Levi sets it aside to cool — too hot and the dollop of cream that will spread into his smooth centre will melt and dribble off like water.

When Levi’s not working, he likes to take things slow, and as of late, he’s found that making desserts is an excellent way to unwind. It’s a simple step-by-step process where the final product produces something he can feel proud of, and something he can enjoy with a cup of tea or even something stronger.

He’s found over the last three years or so of baking that a hard liquor blends well with cheesecake, one with crumbled biscuits as a garnishing layer. Bailey’s accents any type of chocolate dessert almost too perfectly, and even does well inside of one. Last Christmas, for example, Levi enjoyed a whole chocolate truffle infused with the alcohol all to himself.

Baking takes a level of concentration that actually requires very little of him, and being able to see something he’s made all on his own at the end of it all can often be more rewarding than the stakes in the real world, outside of his entirely too fancy penthouse apartment. His job is often too demanding, too vicious, but coming home with a bag of ingredients that will eventually transform into something beautifully delicious feels like he’s turning a switch and stepping out of one life into another.

Outside, out there in the harsh city, Levi Ackerman is a force to be reckoned with, a danger to those outside of his inner circle. But here, inside his home, his fortress, he doesn’t have to be anybody but himself — Levi Ackerman, the man, the neighbour, the dessert enthusiast.

Now that the sponge has cooled and the decorations have been sliced and prepared, Levi takes to assembling his own version of the British Bake Off lemon drizzle cake. Instead of it being baked as a tray bake, Levi’s followed the same style as Mary Berry herself; circular, smooth and comfortably petite.

He takes the cream he prepared before and slaps it with a wet plop on the bottom layer of sponge, smoothing it out with the flat-knife until he’s satisfied with the coverage. Then, he uses a spiral technique to create a lemony blend to bite into.

He spares a single glance at the swirling iron staircase leading up to the upper floor of his apartment when he hears movement, a simple and quiet rustle of sheets and an equally low-volume groan — a stretch of some kind. Then, he looks back at his cake and sets the top sponge over the finalised inner workings of his cake and gets to work on the pipework and decorations.

It is so easy for him to get lost in the craft. One minute rolls into five and rolls into ten as he perfects the lemon slice arrangement on top of the cake. He even prepared some lemon gratings beforehand and uses them as a powdery layer on top of the smoothed out blanket of cream. Once everything is in place, Levi looks back up at the TV and watches the contestants present their final results to the judges.

Back and forth — his eyes move from their cakes to his. He thinks his cake would have earned him Star Baker that week, that’s for certain.

Even though Levi chooses to bake after work to dispel the tension building up in his bones, he still doesn’t feel completely satisfied with his work today. The cake is as good as he can get, especially when it’s his first real attempt at a lemon drizzle. But an ache lingers in his shoulders, a buzzing feeling of discomfort in every joint and muscle.

Today has just been extra hard. One dessert won’t suffice.

After a long haul of tracking down one of the leaders of a local crime organisation known as the Hannam Tigers, and successfully putting a few of his henchmen in early graves, Levi knows that one small cake won’t be enough to satiate his irritation for the night. In his line of work, things went wrong sometimes, even when they were annoyances he could do without.

The Hannam Tigers operate in a network of highly trained men with highly decorated backgrounds, and even with Levi’s colourful skillset, it can be a challenge to rid them from the world.

Levi rinses his hands under the tap and uses a cloth to dry them, catching the final portion of the competition on TV before tossing the cloth to the side and dumping his utensils into the sink. For now, he focuses his attention on the assortment of ingredients he’s set to the side to make his all time favourite dessert.

But first, he’ll need to head upstairs.

With what he needs in his hands, Levi escapes the kitchen before it swallows him into creating more and more desserts and then climbs the staircase curling up into the upper floor. Up here, there is a study that he barely uses — not because of his incompetence to utilise it, but instead for a general lack of need, considering he prefers a much more physical and hands-on approach to what he sensitively calls his ‘career’ — a small bathroom and his bedroom, which he heads for and catches a glimpse of the glistening city from the window inside, the door ajar.

Inside, he takes a few steps forward and sets his things down, looking up to make out your shape in the swamp of black bedsheets. He can barely see you in the dark, but you groan and make your presence known, sitting up on your elbows to peer at his silhouette cast by the light from the hallway.

“You finished your cake?” you ask, your voice tired but nonetheless sweet, caring, genuinely curious.

Levi makes out your face in the dim light and waits until his vision settles. Once he sees you more clearly and sees the smile on your face, he nods simply and looks back down at his messy pile of ingredients.

You arch up a little higher to see what he’s looking at.

“Bring any for me?”

Levi doesn’t look up. “No.”

“Rude,” you reply, amused and unable to make out what he’s arranging neatly on the ottoman at the bottom of the bed. “I happen to like lemon drizzle.”

He knows. That’s why he picked that episode to watch, those ingredients at the store.

“I don’t,” he replies. Levi’s not a fan of lemon anything, really.

The door behind him creaks ever so slightly, the light widening across the room. You sit up straighter, watching him as he falls into a carefully analysed breakdown of his mystery items.

“Can I have some later?” you ask, filling the silence with conversation. If you strain, you might make out the next episode of Bake Off beginning to play, but you search for Levi’s signature noises instead; his silent yet attentive laughs from his nose, the grunts under his breath, unbothered hums of his attention and or interest.

Levi looks up then, and rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. His blazer is downstairs hanging off one of the bar stools under the kitchen island, his shoes by the door. Now, he’s just dressed in whatever he came home wearing — there hadn’t been time to change, what with you slumbering like a princess in his bedroom.

It’s a good thing he likes you, otherwise the lights would have been on and his work clothes off. Instead, he left you to it, heading for the kitchen when he came home and switching on his complimentary British Bake Off episode to accompany him in his regular routine of baking.

“I only made it for you,” he tells you.

You arch an eyebrow — not that he can see, anyway. “Oh, really?”

He gives you a hum, thoughtless. You rearrange yourself under the sheets.

“I thought the whole point was to eat the dessert yourself after making it,” you say, filling the quiet moment with something as he skims his gaze over the ottoman again.

He doesn’t look up when he says, “Well, I haven’t finished baking yet.”

“Oh?” you reply. “Something else cooking?”

“Yes,” he says. Then, he rounds the bed slightly from the right and whilst looking at you, he climbs up onto the bed with his knees.

“What’re you making?” you question, a grin widening over your face as he looms near. You feel his hand just miss your leg under the sheets as he lays his hands flat on the bed, lifting his weight closer to you all whilst maintaining an unnaturally cool composure.

If you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he was bored by the entire exchange. His face is covered in shadows, and yet you can still see the slipping shift of something in his eyes as they catch in the light from the windows.

Levi’s face reanimates in the city lights, now not far from your own. He curls his fingers around the bedsheet and tugs it down, exposing your legs to the cool shift of temperature in the bedroom. You shudder, leaning your head back until it softly hits the wooden headboard.

“Pie,” Levi says.

“Mmm. I love pie,” you comment.

He grunts, another one of your favourite Levi-sounds.

His hand shifts from the bed to your leg. In the dark, everything feels more pronounced; his ever-so-slightly rough palm smooths across your thigh and down your leg, past the knee and down towards your ankle. Once caught in his grasp, he manages to pull you from your sloped position against the headboard and back down into the pillows. He knows you're wearing nothing else from the waist down — all the more reason to tug you down and snatch a glimpse of what he knows is his.

“What kinda pie?”

Levi finds your eyes again in the dark, and you’re not sure if he planned it, but now you can see his face in a spectrum of light. His expression is flat, toneless, yet intrigue dances across his eyes as they wander across your face, down past your neck, and down to the exposed skin of your chest from underneath one of Levi’s shirts you stole from his drawers.

He says nothing for a moment. Using both hands and releasing your ankle, Levi presses his hands against your abdomen, running them up underneath the shirt until he reaches your sternum, the sloping sphere of your breasts against his fingertips. His eyes flick up to yours as he pushes the shirt all the way up over your breasts, and uses his body to part your legs until your knees are on either side of his hips.

The weight of his gaze makes you squirm slightly.

He blinks. Licks his bottom lip so quickly you almost miss it and says very simply, “Cream.”

Your grin widens.

Levi lowers his face to your stomach, his lips pressing against the skin above your belly button. Immediately, as if practised, your hands jump up to his head of hair, your fingers threading through it as he works his mouth down from your stomach to the damp space between your legs.

A home within a home; a place he loves to push his face into when he’s had a particularly long day.

Levi doesn’t even have to put in any effort anymore. You quite contently lift your calves up over his shoulders, widening them enough to feel his lips circle around your clit, two fingers widening your folds so he can stuff his face with your cunt.

Coating your clit with a layer of wetness, he replaces his lips with his right thumb and moves his fingers, using his tongue to part you down the middle, and making you writhe against the bed with a satisfied moan.

He’ll admit it to nobody but himself — he’s missed you. You’ve missed him, too, and the way it feels when he rubs his thumb against your nub in careful circles and plunges two fingers up your cunt. Levi could fool himself all he liked with the fantasy that baking a cake was enough to relieve his pent up stress from work, but nothing quite works to ease the burden like a face full of his favourite girls’ pussy.

Levi’s left hand drifts from your stomach to your thigh, smoothing over the top before curving down and round to the inner of your legs, his forearm wrapped around you comfortably and effectively locking you in place. He likes to watch the wetness pool between your legs as he gorges himself on your taste, but today he closes his eyes and closes his lips around you, tasting every inch of you like you’re his own slice of dessert, his favourite kind. Topped and served with a string of elated moans, just the way he likes it best.

“Mmf—!” There’s not a lot for you to say, nothing you can conjure up from the air gasping in your throat as Levi’s tongue licks laps around your clit, his thumb just shy to the side as he leaves a wet present for him to massage into your skin, his mouth very quickly preoccupied by the space neglected beneath.

As his fingers curl up inside of you, then widen apart, your calves drop as if you’re trying to pull Levi closer to your body, and in turn he pushes his left arm down on your thigh and drags you with a smooth motion down the bedsheets and closer to his mouth. Your head arches back with the angled slope of your back, reaching up off the mattress in a coordinated performance of pleasure, and Levi finds the time to open his eyes and look up over your stomach and breasts to find your face; mouth agape and lids closed, gasping silently into the dark.

Yeah. Out of all the desserts he could possibly create in his kitchen, he’d probably have to confess that his favourite one was one that could be made in the bedroom.

Your hands take fistfuls of his hair and feeling the hot flatness of his tongue in the space between your clenching hole and your clit, you find your hips grinding up into his mouth, the slight nudge of his teeth making you squirm even harder beneath him. Levi’s no longer phased by the aching tightness of your fingers woven in a knot on his head. Whenever your fingers twitch and the clutch on his hair tightens, Levi knows he’s doing something right.

Every lick and nip against your cunt is matched by a groan, and as you ride the dampness between your legs against his lips, your voice thins out into a raspy nothingness. Your mouth is dry with the air of the bedroom, your eyes forcing themselves to close when they try and open to peer down at the man snug between your thighs.

Levi feels a mixture of wet substances around his mouth and on his chin, but before he can grant you the pleasure of cumming down his throat, he pulls back.

The emptiness of the space between your legs is jarring, and almost immediately you sit up. Your hands drop from his hair and fall onto the bed, which you use to lift up your shaking body to watch as Levi leans back on his knees and retreats to the forgotten ottoman. It is only when he rises to his feet to observe the array of secret items displayed for his eyes only that you realise Levi is still wearing every article of clothing he was before.

“What’re you doing?” you ask him, finally finding your voice as he arches over and fiddles with something that sounds plastic.

You catch the shine of your own arousal on his chin as he scans the catalogue of items.

“Preparing dessert,” he replies.

Your brows quirk, but when Levi stands upright and begins to shake something with his left hand, you feel your heart and its fast beating plunge straight to your stomach. A knot wells and tightens, and you bite a moan back and feel your thighs coming together like a magnet in anticipation.

Levi is shaking a bottle of whipped cream.

It shouldn’t surprise you nor excite you the way that it does. Levi has always had reservations about whipped cream — it should be from a bottle or made in a bowl; exclusively used as a side for a tart or cake slice, as a topping on a pancake, as the twist of sweetness on top of a hot chocolate. Levi doesn’t use whipped cream on his desserts in the same way he does as an accessory to the bake, but today — tonight, it seems as though he has found another valuable use for his generally unused bottle of whipped cream.

“This is new,” you say, feeling your ass lift off the bed as you struggle to contain your writhing excitement. Levi tests the nozzle; a burst of white cream spits out onto his finger, and without looking away he puts his finger in his mouth with all the nonchalance of a chef tasting his dish as he makes it. “I thought you didn’t like bottled cream on your desserts.”

“I like it on some things,” he replies. “First rule of baking is that you never feel afraid of trying something new.”

You hum thoughtfully as he retakes his position on the bed. It should make you laugh with the way he looks down at you while slowly twisting the bottle from left to right, but it doesn’t; it only makes you breathe heavier, your pulse quickening and legs opening as if on automatic and letting him take the space he’s claimed between them.

“They do say that it goes well with pies,” you say finally, watching as he angles the nozzle down on your stomach. The placement, if nothing else, has surprised you, and you suppress a moan of eagerness when he presses down and watches with a newfound intensity as the spiral of white cream pools out onto your skin. He’s cautious with the amount; just a small bud of cream, enough to swallow in just a mouthful.

Levi leans himself forward and pauses just before he can lick the dollop up off your tummy.

“Clue’s in the name,” Levi replies, and with his eyes boring into your own, he presses his lips around the blob of cream and mouths it up off your body. It is entirely too fast, your jaw slacken as he pulls away, as if gauging your reaction. The yearning expression on your face has the nerve to almost look endearing to him.

He swallows. “Sweet.”

He receives from you something sounding like a whimper. Then, his finger is back on the nozzle and using the cream, he creates a trail from where he last was all the way down to your clit.

You feel yourself clench when the cool texture of the cream sits in a melting bundle on your bud, and your teeth bury themselves into the flesh of your lower lip, biting down with extra force when Levi’s mouth shifts down to your clit and in one teasingly slow strip, he licks the trail of sweet cream up from your cunt to the wet spot on your stomach.

With his tongue, your back arches up off the bed, your knees by his shoulders. Levi is uncomfortably aware of the pooling arousal between your legs, his own forming tightness in his trousers. Watching you writhe with a glistening shine getting more and more pronounced so close to his face has proven to be exactly what he needed to unwind today, but he’s still not quite satisfied.

He’s not ignorant to the way your hips meet with the empty space he leaves when he moves away again, as if fucking an imaginary cock or grinding against an invisible set of hips. He uses his right hand to press you back flat against the bed and savours every second of your aroused moaning when he slathers your cunt with the cream, leaving no wet patch untouched.

He watches with only minimal irritation when the cream slips down your folds into a white pool on the sheets — his sheets — but he takes its sliding as a sign to move back in.

Levi licks the cream up as if it isn’t even there; it’s as if he’s taking gulps of you like it’s nothing, licking every inch of the cream and enjoying the wonders of your pleasure as you cry out above him. His nose brushes against the hidden bump of your clit, the feeling of his hot tongue making your toes curl behind his back, your fingers clenching around the sheets.

Ordinarily, you may have laughed at the sight of his lips coated in a white sheen, the cream on the tip of his nose, but today you can find nothing to laugh about. Every unit of energy is devoted to the tightening clench of your cunt, the tingling warmth growing inside of you as Levi wipes his nose and rises off the bed and onto his feet, right where the ottoman stands as a barrier between you.

He lets you play out your imaginary fantasy, rolling your hips into the empty vacuum of space where he was just situated and uses his hands to undo the belt around his waist. His trousers fall with an effortlessness when he undoes the front button, and he compels himself to watch you stare at him with a lustful gaze as he pulls his trousers down to his ankles. He decides he’ll keep his shirt on — it’s only fair, since you’re still wearing his, albeit the fabric is bunched up under your neck in the way he likes it.

He mounts the bed once again and meets you when you moan expectantly, and relishes in the sharp intake of your breath when he takes your right leg and folds it to the side. You look at Levi over your shoulder, your neck to the side as he presses you down with his left hand and uses the right to hold his cock.

You are once again reminded of how truly lucky you are to have a man like Levi; a man who needs nothing but your cunt in his face to get his cock standing rigid against his lower stomach.

You swallow a moan when Levi pokes the tip of his cock against your fluttering entrance, and when his eyes catch yours, the sharpened edge of his grey eyes staring straight into your own, you can’t catch the cry of pleasure that escapes when he pushes himself into you, feeling you wrap around the tip of him like your cunt is a mouth on its own.

Levi watches you gasp as if pained and he rolls his eyes.

“Shut up. You’re wet enough,” he says in a low tone.

“Hmf—!” And then the length of his cock is buried inside of you, only proving his point.

There’s nothing to explain the way it feels when he’s stuffing your hole: it’s as if he was made for you, a perfect fit to make you whole. Even with virtually nothing to ease the slip into your pussy, there’s no agonising stretch, no painful play — just a wholeness that feels as natural as anything else in the world.

Levi’s fucked you so many times that he might as well claim he lives up here, and each time he makes himself at home, he’s welcomed with open arms and a swallowing gulp. He pushes his hips all the way against you, until the underneath of your thigh is squished against his stomach and you feel the slight slap of his balls against your ass.

He’s never quite fucked you from this angle before, but it’s not unwelcome in the slightest. He wraps his wrist around your thigh and holds the front of it with his hand, his left coming to hold the sinking curve of your waist, which he uses to push you further into the mattress.

Every time his dick sinks further inside of you, you let out a moan — he moves in and out so fast it’s as if he’s trying to keep your noise at a constant speed, never wanting to be left in a silence.

Levi looks down at you as he fucks, no longer interested in the way his dick disappears into the dripping darkness of your cunt and instead entirely devoted to mapping out the pleasure on your face. Nothing he hasn’t seen before, but everything he loves to see.

His hips rock against you, his shoulders tensing as you clench furiously around his length. Surely you don’t mean to be coaxing him into an early finish — surely you wouldn’t be rushing him along when he’s trying to enjoy his dessert.

The tip of Levi’s dick kisses your insides, but from this angle and the burning heat pooling in your abdomen, you don’t know if he’s hitting your cervix or deeper into your literal stomach. Levi’s fucked you from all different angles in every corner of his house, but he feels extra large today. The darkened edge of his eyes might be deceiving you, the sticky residue of cream still on your skin.

You’re almost vibrating with pleasure as he fucks you, and all you can do is stay pinned to the bed like a doll and gasp out your praises.

Like most fucks with Levi, he says nothing besides, “Fuck,” in a dragged out, strangled type of way. He likes to make you suffer by dragging it out for as long as humanly possible, just to see you writhe and cry underneath him, your pussy pink and pulsing, begging for him to stop.

Today, however, luck looks to be on your side.

Unlike normal, Levi has little desire to unravel you into a sobbing mess. All he wants today is to fuck the brains out of his girlfriend and watch as her cunt fills with his cum.

Levi’s fingers clench into your skin, and for a second he closes his eyes in an effort to ride it out just a little bit longer before filling you up. When he feels your hand wrap around his wrist like a vice, his eyes fly open to look at you; you’re curled up, sunken in the bed, contorted into his favourite shape.

Levi spares a glance at his cock swallowed up in your hole and watches with pride as he thrusts in and out of the wetness, and after a stuttering sequence of your hips jerking and mouth falling open with the release of some of his all time favourite sounds, Levi devours the sight of white squeezing from around his dick.

He feels his throat catch. He’ll let you have that one.

Around the quivering clenches of his cock, Levi shudders and lets you squeal until you’ve run dry. He runs his fingers across the width of your connection and smooths the cum between his fingers. Then, without giving you the satisfaction of catching your breath, Levi continues his thrusting which gives him the continued pleasure of hearing you squeal and cry, your free hand reaching to the slip of sloping skin above your pussy as if you were trying to suppress the feeling rippling through you.

Long forgotten are the fingertips pressing bruises into your skin, but each thrust of his dick hitting the same spot inside you is met with an exhausted groan. Finally, when you’ve gathered the energy and courage to look up and around your body at his face, Levi lets slip what you think might be a satisfied smile, and he falters.

Ropes of warmth fill your cunt, and you hear Levi moan, loudly, and he unwraps his wrist from your leg and holds the base of his dick with his right hand. Carefully, he pulls himself out, save for the tip which remains snug in your hole, leaving no space untouched by his seed. He watches with wonder at the way your hole gapes around his cock like a mouth, swallowing his cum up until it billows out. Finally, he slips out of you, staring down at the oozing, swollen hole that is pulsing with cum.

For a while, he stares at it, breathing loudly as he waits for all of his cum to squirt out of you; it’s like squeezing a cream doughnut and watching the sickeningly sweet contents slide out.

Levi glances back up at you, amazed that you’ve been bold enough to watch him until the end, and he pats your waist appreciatively before rolling you back so that you’re flat on the sheets, legs apart, cunt wide.

Time to taste.

You watch as his head disappears between your legs, but he leaves no element of mystery. Your body almost jumps up off the mattress when his tongue pushes into your gaping entrance, lapping at the mixture of your cum and his and whatever else he can catch a taste of while he’s savagely licking down there.

Barely having the energy to pretend to stage a protest, you elect for moaning your approval and tiredly rake your hand through his hair again, pushing it from his forehead as you stare half-lidded at the crown of his head.

You lose count of how long Levi remains nestled down there. The only way you notice he’s no longer there is by the way he sweeps his hands down your legs and lays them flat, making note of every twitch and quiver your body makes.

Staring up at Levi and reluctantly forcing your body back up on your elbows, you grin up at him as he licks his top lip and appears thoughtful.

“Yeah,” sighs Levi, sniffing once in the way he does when he’s trying to fall back into his characteristic charade of coolness. “Homemade cream tastes better.”

Unable to argue, you heave out a laugh and meet his gaze.

“You’re fucking greedy,” you say, but that he actually does smile at.

“So what,” he replies, reaching for another one of the items on the ottoman; a cloth from downstairs that he uses to wipe the mess between your thighs, “we both know I like cream pies. I even shared.”

You flinch when he dabs the cloth against your still-sensitive pussy. You take it from him to finish the honour, meanwhile Levi gathers the bottle of cream and whatever else he brought and never used before opting to watch you shift the cloth between your legs, throwing it back at him in a forced huff. He catches it effortlessly.

“Whatever,” you say, very slowly moving across the bed to the floor. The wooden slabs are cold beneath your feet. “I’m sure your lemon drizzle is miles better.”

Levi shakes his head affectionately and moves to meet you face-to-face when you stand on your feet. He hums when he gets there and strokes his finger down your arm, charming his way into your arms and once he’s close enough to your face, he allows a smile to warm over his features.

He dips his head to greet your lips with a kiss, the first of the day since he left you in the morning.

“Trust me when I say,” Levi says when he pulls away, his expression amused as he croons his finger under your chin and quickly leaves another kiss on your mouth, “I very much doubt that.”

#aot #attack on titan #snk #aot imagine #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #levi imagine #levi ackerman imagine #attack on titan imagine #levi baker au #jeanbie #ittojean

411 notes · View notes