levi ackerman brainrot

The first part of the road trip proceeds…fine. You’re sitting almost not-uncomfortably in Levi’s lap while you try very hard to ignore the way his thighs flex beneath you whenever the car does a turn.

You’re fine. It’s fine. It’s absolutely fine.

(it’s not fine)

You’ve inched yourself forwards until you’re practically sitting on his knees when he grabs your waist in a firm grip. “Do you want to fall off?” he asks. “Because if you want to kneel on the floor instead, be my guest.”

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you hastily move backwards. Or try to, because just then, the car swerves violently and you’re knocked back against Levi instead. You can hear the breath leave his lungs and feel his forearm lock around your waist, keeping you in place.

“Sorry about that, guys,” Erwin calls from the driver’s seat, a sheepish look on his face. “There was a hole in the road.”

“I thought we said no maniacs behind the wheel,” Levi scowls.

“To be fair, then Erwin’s usually a very responsible driver,” you argue while you try to wriggle out of Levi’s grasp – try, and fail, because he doesn’t let you.

“Keep still, for fucks sake,” he murmurs in your ear. 

“Well, if you’d just let go–“ But you freeze mid-sentence as you feel something hard prod against your back. Something hard and warm and heavy and twitchy–

Levi lets out a quiet hiss. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you hiss back. You press your thighs together as you feel your pussy throb.

“That.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re fucking squirming in my lap.”

You turn back to look at him, arching a brow. “Like you’re one to talk. I’m not the one sporting a huge–”

Levi slaps his palm across your mouth and before you can help it, a muffled whine escapes you. His lips curl. “You were saying?”

Luckily, the sound of the engine masks your conversation, and Hange and Erwin are busy on the front seats, discussing the research project they’re collaborating on with words so complex you wouldn’t be able to understand them even with a clear head.

Fuck, you’ve never been so turned on in your life. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d soaked through your underwear at this point.

And then, you feel it. Levi angles his arm around your waist, his fingers trailing along the hem of your dress. His hand lingers there for a moment before he slowly moves it higher, higher, higher until his fingers ghost the outside of your soaked panties.

He curses. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, accusing me when you’re this wet.”

You whimper, and he presses his palm firmer against your mouth before leaning closer, pushing his throbbing cock against your ass, his breath tickling your ear. “Lift up your skirt.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t hesitate to comply. Fuck, this is so, so risky and beyond wrong, but also incredibly, incredibly hot.

As you quickly lift your skirt, Levi pulls his cock out of his pants. You just catch a glimpse of it – long, thick, perfectly curved, the tip an angry red and leaking precum – before Levi grabs you by the waist again and practically shoves you down on his cock.

The sound you let out is mercifully drowned as the car accelerates.

Levi’s breathing turns strained, his cock twitching inside you, his knuckles whitening as he clutches your dress – the only thing hiding the fact that Levi is inside you – bunching the fabric in his hands.

“If you move,” he says, voice just a little deeper and hoarser than usual, “I’ll pull out.”

You nod furiously.

And then, the fucking bastard, he lets go of your mouth, leaning back casually while his fingers uncurl as he rests them on your thighs instead. Meanwhile, you feel like you’re dying.

A slow, agonising, painful, wonderfully blissful death.

You don’t move an inch, but every time the car changes speed, turns, or runs over just the tiniest bump in the road, Levi’s cock nudges against your insides. You feel yourself throb and tighten around him, your cunt leaking so much that you’re worried you’ll stain the car seat below you.

The only thing indicating that Levi is just as affected by this arrangement as you are is his carefully controlled breathing (controlled, too controlled to be unintentional) and his dilated pupils. And well, his cock, throbbing inside you every time you so much as hitch a breath.

The next couple of hours proceed like that, and even though none of you have been moving, by the time Erwin finally stops by a gas station, you think you could cum from just a single thrust from Levi – maybe even less. Your pussy is swollen and sensitive, and Levi’s cock so hard that you’re sure it must be painful.

When Erwin finally stops the car, Hange turns in their seat. “You two still good?”

You manage a weak nod. Levi lets out an affirmative grunt.

“You sure?” Erwin asks, brows furrowing. “You do look a little uncomfortable.”

“We’re fine.”

“Alright. We’re just going to grab some snacks, any of you wanna come?”

“Nope, I’m good,” you squeak.

“Buy me a water,” Levi says.

Hange salutes you before exiting the car with Erwin. It’s first when they disappear into the gas station that you let out a slow, stuttering breath of relief.

And then, it’s as if something in Levi snaps. He grabs your waist and lifts you, your combined build-up arousal gushing out before he snaps his hips back up to meet yours in one, powerful thrust.

You were right.

You’re both pushed over the edge, a loud, obscene moan escaping your lips, your hands clutching the front seat for leverage as your thighs shake, your pussy clenching repeatedly around Levi’s pulsing cock as he empties himself inside you with a choked, broken sound from the back of his throat.

It seems like forever, but after you’ve both come down from your highs, Levi finally pulls out. Gently, he reaches up to brush his knuckles against your cheekbone. “You alright?”

“More than alright.” You laugh breathily.

His lips twitch. “Good. I didn’t mean for our first time to be, well, like this.”

You blink in surprise before schooling your features into a coy smile. “Been thinking about me?”

“All the damn time.”

Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he? You thought you were the only one – the only one sending him stolen glances, the only one wishing you could be something more than just friends.

Levi gently taps your thigh with his index finger. “There are tissues in the glovebox.”

“Oh. Right.”

You manage to clean up before Erwin and Hange return, but there’s still a very wet, very obvious stain on the front of Levi’s pants. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells you before pulling you back into his lap, nestling his chin against your shoulder.

“Leviiii, here’s your water!” Hange sing-songs once they enter the car.

“It'll be a while before we reach our next destination,” Erwin says as he starts the engine. “You guys sure you don’t need a break?”

You shake your head. “We’re fine.”

You’re almost at your destination when Levi unscrews the cap on his water bottle. You expect him to take a sip, but instead, he tips it …and dumps half of it in your lap. “Whoops,” he deadpans.

“Ah, shit,” Hange curses, eyeing the mess with a frown. “Now you’re going to be all wet the rest of the trip.”

You choke on your spit.

Levi waves them off. “We’ll manage.”

“Luckily, we’ll be there soon,” Erwin reassures you.

Sending you both a dubious look, Hange turns around again.

“Told you not to worry,” Levi murmurs in your ear, his thumb drawing soothing circles on your hipbone.

the sketch above are by me and part of my 100 day Levi art challenge

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