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poursomesunaonme · 3 years ago

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the suburbs

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader

summary: you sink into a dismally monotonous life in a never-ending sprawl of cookie-cutter houses before a handsome ravenette waltzes into your life and sparks something in you that you’ve never experienced

word count: 3.4k

authors note: had to take a break from working on the series and crank out a little levi thirst hehe. trying out a different tense so excuse any semblance of illiteracy lmao i’ve been experimenting a lot

content warnings: minors do not interact, modern au, my personal critique of the idea of suburbia, a little angsty, alcohol, cheating, fingering, switch!levi, switch!reader, i guess orgasm denial?, creampie, cute lil sleepy levi i can’t

song inspo: the suburbs by arcade fire

the neatly trimmed lawns and the pretty picket fences were starting to make you sick. the monotony of the suburbs was exhausting; when every day was the same, each interaction was shallower than the last, each night dragging on longer as the months progressed, you found yourself sinking into quicksand.

it had been a few months since you and your husband moved there to escape the busy city life; however, after just a few weeks, you craved anything but the repetitive scenery. you were just a housewife, cooking dinner for a corporate husband who was always so disconnected from you, who couldn’t mutter even a few words to you at the dinner table before going up to bed.

the sheer sprawl of the suburbs was so vast that not even a drive could clear your mind; the cookie cutter houses were all that you could see. happy families with children, content with their boring lives, with their fates of insipidity, were always crowding your peripheral.

the house parties you attended were the worst, but who could refuse free booze? certainly not a bored housewife such as yourself. you made your fake friends, smiled your fake smiles, and drank your fake happiness away.

but something had begun to change.

there was one specific ornament at one party that jolted you from a life of anonymity.

and that’s why you’re here tonight, enjoying a glass of wine underneath your pergola, with lights strung all around. the chilly night air threatened to spread gooseflesh across your body; you were only wearing a thin nightdress and a light shawl. a scary calm was settled over you as you laid across the patio furniture, stretching your legs across the cushions.

you sip your wine at the sound of the back door opening, at your man coming to meet you. when he sits down at your feet, you see that he had already poured a glass of wine for himself from your kitchen. you chuckle at the familiarity between the two of you. you drag yourself up from your lounging position to scoot closer to him.

“tough day at work?” you gesture to his glass of wine with your own. he only grunts before sipping the drink, pressing his lips together as he relishes in the bitterness. you watch the column of his throat as he swallows, the jump of his adam’s apple enthralling you with each movement.

“same old,” he mutters. he crosses one leg over the other, resting an ankle on his knee, before turning to you. his arm settles on the back of the couch as he leans forward slightly. the feeling of his warm breath ghosts over your knuckles as you nurse your drink. “and you?”

“well,” you begin with a huffing sigh. “i got up this morning - late of course, because what’s there to do while the mommy bloggers are taking their kids to school like the saints they are.”

he lets out a chuckle at your antics. it’s refreshing, to be paid attention to, after months and months of neglect. you were beginning to descend into madness, being alone so often. being left unsatisfied for so long.

“and then, i made myself a nice lunch of salad and wine-“

“wine with lunch?” he scoffs. “that’s something new.”

“it’s five o’clock somewhere, levi,” you jab at him, taking a sip to prove your point. “and then i wandered around the house, rearranged some decorations-“ you bat your eyelashes at him at the suggestiveness your tone takes on. “-got to know myself a little better. and here we are.”

his breathing nearly stops at your innuendo, but he’s good at hiding his reactions; yet you know him well enough by now to see how his eyes widen, then quickly narrow to their original blank stare. his cold stare pierces yours as his free hand drifts to your thigh, the chill of his fingers sending shivers up your spine.

“sounds like an eventful day for a housewife like you,” levi comments, his hand drifting higher. you let the contact continue, watching as his eyes darkened with lust. you don’t want to make a move just yet. something about a genuine conversation revived you from a point of death you didn’t know you’d experienced.

“you can say that again.” your head tilts back as you study the faint twinkling of stars in the sky above. the view is so polluted by light that you can only make out a few of the celestial bodies. “can’t even see the stars out here.”

“can hardly see ‘em anywhere nowadays,” is all that comes from his mouth before he removes his hand, getting your message. your eyes close as you listen to the sound of him drinking. your cheeks have already started to flush, with this being your third glass of wine. you tilt your head to the side to see him studying you. he doesn’t shrink away from your gaze.

“what brought you out here, levi?”

your question draws a bitter laugh from the ravenette. he breaks your eye contact to gaze up at the sky like you were just doing, and it’s your turn to study him like he did you.

“my wife wanted to join a community,” he muttered. the glint of his wedding ring painfully caught your eye as he fiddled with it with his thumb; you couldn’t help but steal a glance at your own. “i knew she was unhappy. thought that the move would help us, but it just cast us further from each other.”

you knew of his wife, with her being at the top of the food chain in this suburb. she hosted nearly every event, dominated every organization. everyone in the neighborhood ate from the palm of her hand. she was nice, sure, but in your eyes, she was the epitome of everything you hated about living here.

“you?”

his question jolts you from your thoughts as you absentmindedly swirl your wine in the glass before taking a sip, finishing it off. his gaze is on you again, burning straight through your lead bones.

“my husband didn’t want to be in the city anymore. he thought settling into a place like this would give me more things to do. but it’s really just a prison. i feel like i might pull a woman in the wallpaper any day now.”

levi nods thoughtfully before gulping down the rest of his wine. you watch as his soft hair grazes his forehead before falling back to his eyes when his head tilts back down. your heart is racing, the pace picking up before you could start to calm yourself down.

“more?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the pull of your body to his. he nods, mirroring you as you stand to go inside. your face reddens at the prospect of what was going to happen. you knew the second that you texted him to come over.

“so, where’s matt?” he asks once the two of you had settled on the couch, warmed by the light of the fireplace, with two replenished glasses. you think the question is silly, but answer it anyway.

“on a business trip to new york. he’s gone for a week and a half. left this morning and didn’t even bother to say goodbye.” you pause, waiting for him to respond, but he doesn’t. “how’d you evade natalie?”

“she’s with leigh for her bachelorette trip. ‘third time’s the charm!’”

his chipper impression of the woman he referenced nearly sends you snorting wine from your nose. you struggle to swallow the mouthful you have before the laughter leaves your lips. levi wears a soft smile on his face, adoring the sound of your genuine amusement.

“ah, well, sounds like it’ll be quite the week for the two of us,” you sigh. you barely control your limbs as you lift your body from the couch to settle in next to him. he makes room for you without a word, letting you nestle against his side, his arm draped around you. the two of you stare into the fire for a few moments before he asks you a question.

“are you happy, y/n?”

the question elicits a harsh laugh. “can’t remember the last time i was.”

“me neither.”

you sit up slightly, turning your head towards him. your noses brush together, your body igniting with a fire at the minute contact. your mouth hangs open slightly, gazing at his soft lips that the pungent smell of red wine wafts from. your body gently pulls back, taking in the full few of his face.

the first time you saw him, he was standing next to his wife at the first party you attended at their house. it was thrown for you and your husband specifically, to celebrate your move into the neighborhood and the addition of the two of you into the “family.” it was all fake smiles and disingenuous conversations until you met levi at the bar.

his blunt honesty and dry humor had instantly intrigued you, instantly lifted you from the pit of idleness you had sunken into so quickly. he was the only thing that kept you in good standing with the homeowner’s association, the only thing that kept you going to parties to stay acquainted with the right women to prevent you from becoming the black sheep you felt like you already were.

he was the only thing that allowed you to roll out of bed in the morning, the only interesting thing about your otherwise painfully bland life here. each touch of a hand, each stolen kiss, each indulgence in each other’s company; it was the branch you were grasping to save you from sinking further into the quicksand.

“i lied,” you blurt before quickly gulping down the rest of your wine. “i like being with you.”

your chest rises and falls rapidly at the way his face doesn’t change. he’s thinking hard, carefully piecing together the words that are going to come from his mouth. his mouth. you don’t want to interrupt what he’s about to say, but it’s taking everything in you not to lean into him and seal your fates with a kiss. something passes over his features quickly before he drains his glass, setting it on the table. you follow suit, the clinking echoing throughout your painfully empty house.

“i’m happy with you too,” is all that he can get out before your body collides with his in a flurry. your lips slot together like they were molded for each other, your sighs harmonizing as his arms slide around your waist to pull you closer to him. your eyes are squeezed shut, drinking in the moment that you know is going to be your divine revival and inevitable downfall.

you pull back, murmuring something about going upstairs, grabbing levi’s hand to drag him along behind you. your bare feet float across the cold floor, up the stairs, into your bedroom. your heart is simply soaring at the happy intrusion that the man was in your life.

he doesn’t even bother to close the door behind the two of you before you’re ripping each other’s clothes off. your mind is a bit hazy with all the alcohol you’d ingested, but you thank your stars for your semi-high tolerance - you wanted to remember this night. the buttery softness of his lips meet yours before you can take a breath, his naked body nudging you towards the unmade bed.

the two of you collapse on the mattress, bodies already tangled together. his tongue is exploring your mouth, taking the time to map the areas he hadn’t experienced before. your hands are mapping the skin of his back, gliding over the taut muscles, relishing in the heavy breaths he’s pumping into your mouth.

you’re painfully aware of how his tip is nearly nestled in between your folds, just barely poking through, only millimeters away from where you need him most. you buck your hips feebly, beginning to feel feverish and hazy from the intensity in which he’s ravishing you.

he notices your movement, and without a word, obliges. he briefly breaks the contact between your lips, holding eye contact with you as he draws his pointer and middle fingers to his mouth. that’s where you can’t bear to study the blue depths of his eyes. you have to watch as his fingers slip into his mouth, how his tongue deftly slides around them, coating them in copious amounts of saliva.

you’re practically drooling when he removes them, watching the spit that dribbles down from his lithe fingers. he’s quick with his method, not wanting to keep you waiting longer for something you’ve talked about for weeks. his lips slot against yours once against as his fingers part the curtain of your folds. you whine weakly as he strokes a line from your leaking hole to your needy clit.

“let me take care of you,” he murmurs, before sliding his fingers in, giving a few tentative pumps before they glide over your sweet spot. you gasp, surprised at the fact that he was able to find it so quickly. he heeds your ministrations, rubbing the spot with scary accuracy. simultaneously, his thumb is rubbing delicious circles on your clit.

his lips are on your neck now, his breathing heavy. your whole body is tingling, fueled by the alcohol and excitement that are controlling your every move. your boring life seems so far away now; you’ve never been so engaged in a moment, not in a long time.

as you’re grinding your hips on levi’s fingers, you can’t help but cringe at the fact that in just these few moments, levi’s given you more pleasure than your husband ever had.

and with that sentiment, any other intrusive thought of the man you’re married to is gone.

there’s a coil of energy forming in your belly, a tension building up that tells you that you’re getting close to a release that you’ll never forget. your eyes roll back into your head as levi twists his fingers in a way that elicits a fresh gush of arousal from your weeping cunt. he sighs heavily at your divinely responsive body, lips meeting yours once again.

your teeth flash and bump together, demonstrating the sheer neediness that both of you are harboring. all you want is to be closer, to be even more tangled, to be even more enthralled with each other that you already are. the sweat begins to glisten on your foreheads as you open your eyes to take in the sweet scrunch of levi’s face as he tries not to bust before he gets in you.

“i’m close, levi,” you sigh into his mouth. with that, he pulls his fingers out of you, quickly replacing them with his cock. a breath seethes between your teeth as your walls scream with the stretch of him. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking at the perked bud to make your assimilation easier. it works like a charm, with a fresh flow of arousal coating his precum-soaked dick with even more lube than it needed.

he begins to thrust into you, slow and sensuous at first. in tandem with his tongue on your breasts, you’re instantly transported to a bliss you’ve never known. soft moans fall from your lips, your head lolling aimlessly into the pillows. his groaning into your skin only multiplies your pleasure. your nails are digging into his back, leaving pink trails telling of your sins.

“god, you feel amazing,” he whispers, unlatching his lips from your nipple before enveloping your mouth with his. he catches all of your whimpers, swallows them down deep into his soul, relishing in the taste of your gratification. you’re clamping down around him, wrapping your legs around his waist and crossing them at the ankles to pull him in deeper, physically begging him to never go, to never leave you sink into the quicksand again.

tears form in your eyes as he picks up his pace, both brushing against your sweet spot and hitting your cervix at the same time. he still drinks in your sounds, contributing his own, making a melody you’ll savor for the rest of your days. his hands have begun to wander, to palm at your breasts like a starved man, to rub at your clit to maximize your pleasure. you want your face to burn with shame at the lewd sounds that are coming from where your bodies are permanently joined, but your body is only flushed with the heat of arousal.

you don’t know what takes over you when your arms yank his body to the side, catching him completely off balance. you don’t know what takes over you as your legs spread to kneel around his muscled thighs. you don’t know what takes over you while you’re impaling yourself on his cock and beginning to bounce on it with a ferocity that’s never before possessed your body.

your eyes travel down to levi’s, surprise still alight within them. but at the breathless smile that illuminates his hardened features, you know that he doesn’t mind the position change one bit. in fact, his hands are already traveling to worship your body, to cup your breasts, to stimulate your clit.

“beautiful,” is the only word he can breathe over and over again as the orgasm approaches you both - the one that was exponentially intensified within you when levi denied it. your entire body is in flames as you desperately begin to grind on his cock, relishing in the moans that fly from his lips at the change of pace.

his fingers are in a flurry on your body, tweaking and pulling on your nipples, rubbing and pinching your clit; your mind is so hazy that you don’t know when your body begins and his ends. with the overwhelming stimulation, your orgasm hits you harder than you expected.

“levi, ‘m cumming,” you manage to force out before the crest of pleasure hits you like a tidal wave. you hadn’t had a fulfilling climax in years, so the force of this one is enough to render your body useless. levi chokes out a moan at the pressure your cunt imposes on his throbbing cock, hands flying to your hips to lift you slightly as he begins to thrust into you.

the force at which his hips snap into yours sends you careening forward, just barely catching yourself before smacking right into levi’s face. your moans are swallowed up by his lips on yours, messily entangling your tongues as your orgasm ebbs away. you begin to feebly grind on him again, adjusting your movements to maximize his pleasure.

you let out a cry as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. he ruts his hips into you at an unrelenting pace, knocking into your cervix with a ferocity that nearly has you in tears. his cock is twitching uncontrollably now, a telltale sign that he’s on the edge.

you muster up all your energy one last time to contract your walls around him, smiling as he lets out a shuddering breath. his cum shoots in thick ropes into you, his thrusts becoming sporadic. his kisses are simply animalistic; he’s biting and sucking on your lips until they’re blue, tongue harshly prodding the inside of your mouth. you didn’t realize that his amount of pent-up sexual frustration rivaled (or nearly surpassed) yours.

his thrusts slow, then stop, but he remains inside of you as your kisses continue, relishing in the warmth of your heavenly cunt. the intensity of his thrusts begin to dull with the sleepiness that is settling him over him quickly. finally, with one last peck, you lift your hips, holding in a gasp as he slipped out of you. with a pang in your heart, you hope that something like this would happen again, that this emptiness wouldn’t preface the inevitable tumble back into the quicksand.

you go to the bathroom and clean yourself off, getting another washcloth for levi, who was fighting sleep like his life depended on it. he mumbles something as you pad over to your bed and takes the washcloth away from you, giving it back when he finishes his job. you toss it to the slide, slipping under the covers and almost laughing at the sight of him fumbling with them.

after a bit of help, the two of you are pressed impossibly close, his warm chest soft against your back. your foot is hooked behind his knee, slotting your bodies into a perfect tessellation. his lips are pressed into the back of neck, his drowsy breaths ghosting over your skin.

you let out a sigh, mentally grasping this moment, praying that this wouldn’t be the only time that levi saved you from the suburbs.