Levi had always been the type of guy to give orders with the expectation that no one questioned him. Which was generally true. People were scared of him and rarely spoke back.
Until you.
You, with your brash comments and unfiltered thoughts. You never had a problem with telling Levi no or putting him in his place when heâs being stubborn. And, contrary to popular belief, Levi liked that. Even he needed someone to keep him in line every now and again. He thought you were the obvious choice to be his vice captain, and when Erwin asked him after an expedition who he wanted, he didnât even hesitate to nominate you: a good fighter, a collected individual, and a headstrong woman.
Despite this, Levi sometimes found himself regretting his decision.
Yes, you were a strong, independent thinker. But the independence didnât stop there. On missions, youâd sometimes elect to ignore his orders to stay back. Or while training, when youâd roll your eyes at whatever exercises he wanted to do. None of this, however, pissed him off more than when you directly contradicted him in meetings.
Right now was one of those times.
Levi suggested going on a scouting mission within the same month as the previous one. You thought he was an idiot for even thinking of it and had no hesitation in speaking your mind. Levi could only glare at you.
By the time the meeting had ended, tensions between him and you were high. You knew what you were doing, and Levi hated it. Immediately upon your dismissal, Levi grabbed your arm and dragged you to his office. He ignored your complaints the entire way there.
Upon reaching his office, he shoved you inside and slammed the door shut, locking it behind himself.
âFucking brat!â he hissed, storming over to you with a fire in his eye.
You scrunched your nose up at the name. âWell, if Iâm a brat, youâre an idiot,â you retorted, childishly sticking your tongue out at him.
âYou do that shit on purposeâ know itâll piss me off,â he went on. âShouldnât have made you my vice captain. You never know when to just shut the hell up.â
Most people would cower in the presence of a pissed off Levi. When he was calm, he looked like he was ready to drop kick the nearest soldier, so him mad was an entirely different beast. One most people would run away from. âGonna shut me up then?â You were not most people.
âTch.â
Famous. Last. Words.
ââGonna shut me up then?ââ Levi mocked five minutes later. His pants were shoved down to his ankles now and you had been forced to the floor. He staredâ actually, no, it was more like a glareâ down at your pathetic form taking him all in.
Your knees ached, you felt an overwhelming loss of dignity, and you were sure your throat was going to be beyond sore after he finally let up on you. And to be completely honest? This had you ready to rip the rest of your captainâs garments off and fuck until the sun had set.
You see, most people would run away from a pissed off Levi. That was because most people didnât know fighting turned him on.
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you,â he spat, hands gripping on tighter to the hair he was fisting. He forced your head back to look up at him, cock leaving your mouth with a lewd âpop.â The fury in his eyes when he finally got you to make eye contact mixed with a look of pure lust. âDamn whore. Getting me all worked up so we can fuck like rabbits.â
Looking up at him with rounded eyes, you played innocent. âI was only speaking my mind⊠captain.â
Whatever composure Levi had vanished in an instant.
He forced you to your feet, turning you and around and bending you over his desk before youâd even fully stood up. âWanna play games? I can play games,â he commented. His hands grabbed at your pants, and instead of pulling them down like a normal person, he fucking ripped them.
âLevi!â you gasped.
Never in your life had you seen him this feral, and youâd seen him in a lot of lights: drunk and making passionate love to you, victorious after a successful scouting mission and giving you the best head of your life. Hell, youâd even seen him stressed out and requesting a sexual favor from you. But youâd never seen him this pissed off. Not to the point he literally was ripping your clothes off.
âOh, now you know my name?â he asked jeeringly as he rubbed his tip against your folds and lined himself up. âThought I was âcaptain.â What happened? Petty streak leave you the moment you got five seconds of attention?â
Under any other circumstance, you wouldâve fought back with a witty remark, but Levi knew you too well. He knew that slowly entering you would leave you a moaning mess, unable to combat his insults. Maybe that was part of the reason he liked sex with you so much. It was the only time you didnât fight back.
Your back arched as he slowly fucked into you from behind. One of his hands left its place on your hip and wound around your body until it cupped one of your tits. He squeezed hard, thrusts picking up in pace the more broken your moans became.
âGot nothing to say now do you?â he murmured. Levi leaned down so his front was flush against your back. His lips came up to your neck, gently biting and kissing at it.
âLevi,â was all you were able to get out in between your moans. One of your own hands came up to thread your fingers through his hair as he abused the free real estate on your neck.
âNot what I wanted to hear,â Levi scolded. He snapped into you with a particularly harsh thrust as punishment. Something that had you seeing stars. âFight with me,â he goaded. âTell me how shitty of a captain I am. Howâ shitâ how much better your ideas are. Thought I was an idiot, hmmm?â
You, ever the antagonist, went silent. You muffled your moans by biting your lip, refusing to let him win this silent war. Yes, even when getting your organs scrambled and rearranged you were still a stubborn brat.
But Levi knew this. He knew his taunts would make you retaliate. However, Levi also knew your body. Very intimately.
Without hesitation, Levi grabbed one of your thighs. He pulled it up to give him a deeper angle, one that had you singing his favorite song again real quick.
âOh myâ Levi,â you whined. A string of pleas left your mouth. âSorry. I didnât mean it. Fuck, Iâm so close.â
A grunt left Leviâs lips when you started clenching around him. He was almost tempted to force himself to come inside you and stop stimulating you before you could achieve your own release. Lucky for you, Levi was in a better mood now. He also remembered how pissed youâd gotten the last time heâd edged you. Levi was a vengeful person but not vengeful enough to tempt you into a month-long sex ban again.
âSuch a brat,â he hissed. The desk beneath you groaned with the power behind each thrust as Levi came dangerously close to his own high. âBeing nice when you finally get what you want.â
Despite his words, a broken moan left Leviâs mouth. It took two more thrusts for your orgasm to wash over you and five more after that for Levi. As he spilled inside of you, his teeth bit into your neck. A cry left you, to which Levi immediately began licking and kissing the mark as a comfort.
Slowly, Levi pulled out, missing the feeling of you around him the second heâd done so. âDone being a brat?â he asked through uneven breaths, still coming down from his high.
âDone acting like youâre the Walls gift to the scouts?â
âTch.â
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The first time Bokuto met you in middle school, he thought you were gorgeous. He quickly learned that the beauty on the outside was not a reflection of your character on the inside. At all.
Heâd seen for himself first-hand your meanness when his friend had attempted to ask you out. It was your final year in middle school, you had been one of the most-wanted girls in school, and Bokutoâs friend had decided to strike while the iron was still hotâ aka before he never saw you again as you werenât attending the same high school.
Bokuto, ever the encouraging friend, had been the main man hyping his buddy up. To be fair, he knew you were single, and he knew his friend was pretty popular with the ladies. Why wouldnât he have a chance?
He was sorely mistaken.
Bokuto felt like a horrible person when youâd brutally rejected his friend in front of the entire school (it was only five people, but that didnât matterâ his friendâs ego was irreparably damaged). You had absolutely read his friend to filth, claiming heâd only given you the time of day because you were pretty and that he had no real substance to his character. The read had been so brutal that Bokuto had vowed to never get on your bad side.
After the incident, Bokuto started hearing more about the different guys youâd rejected and how rude you were about it each time. Quickly, a reputation had been built around you: do not approach unless approached first.
It followed you in high school too. Rumors spread about your brutality against male imagesâ how even the smoothest talking guys couldnât crack you. Every confession was turned into a horror story.
By your second year at Fukurodani Academy, no guys were even making the attempt to ask you out anymore. It was a humiliation ritual nobody was even willing to think about doing. And you liked that. You were glad everyone had finally taken the hint. You werenât interested. Being labeled a heartless brat was better than dealing with the male population.
Even so, Bokuto never let this scare him off.
Heâd still talk to you in hallways and boldly claim you as one of his friends (despite the fact you were a misandrist and very clearly stated that you do not like having guy friends). Heâd walk with you in the morning on the way to school if he happened to stumble across you at the train station. Heâd even invite you to his volleyball games, knowing you wouldnât show up but still doing so anyways. Because to him, you were a friend.
To others, you were a prick, and Bokuto was an oblivious oaf.
It was obvious that you did not consider him a friend. You never sought him out, barely tolerated him when he came bounding up to you with a smile, and told him numerous times youâd never attend one of his volleyball games.
Every time someone tried to ârevealâ your true nature to him, heâd just brush them off with a smile and make a comment about your âfriendshipâ not needing to conform to societal standards.
Right now was one of those unconventional-friendship moments.
It had been super windy for the last week. You were walking home from a club you ran, and Bokuto had just gotten out of volleyball. Like always, your paths intertwined. It was like the universe was playing some sick joke on you with how often you ended up getting chased down by Bokuto. If he werenât such a nice guy, youâd assume he was stalking you.
âHey, hey, hey, y/n!â Bokuto called out, waving his hands wildly with a wide grin on his face. Even with the howling wind, Bokutoâs voice cut through like a knife. âYou just now leaving? Me too! Letâs walk together.â
One thing youâd noticed about Bokuto: he never really asked you whether or not you wanted to do something.
Besides the fact he knew the answer would be a hard no if left up to your decision, Bokuto had always just kind of been like that. With everyone. He would just sort of tell you what he was going to do before doing it and then commit to his word. You always tolerated it. You always tolerated him.
âWhat do you want?â you asked with an eye roll, pulling your jacket tighter to you as the wind picked up.
âJust to walk and talk with you!â Bokuto chirped. Even if everyone thought he was a dense idiot, he wasnât. Bokuto noticed immediately that you were cold. âWant my jacket? Iâm still hot from practice.â
âWhy would I want anything from you?â
Bokuto only laughed but took his jacket off anyways. He shoved it into the your crossed arms, ignoring your glare and instead choosing to ramble about his day.
Before long, youâd reached the train station. Bokuto hadnât stopped talking once, and you only interjected to make a comments about him being stupid (to which Bokuto would simply laugh and lament). He looked over at you as you waited for the next train, looking snug in his jacket despite cursing him out when he first gave it to you.
âHow was your day though?â Bokuto asked. The train was just pulling into the station.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye and scrunched up your nose in disgust. âWhy should I tell you?â
On the outside, you seemed genuinely disgusted, but on the inside, you were praising him for actually asking about others and not only talking about himself. Looking past the fact you hated men, he was a pretty standup guy.
Bokuto laughed freely. By that point, the train had come to a stop, and the doors were opening. He gestured for you to step inside first. âWell, weâre friends, and a good friend asks about his other friends!â Bokuto responded happily.
The cart was practically empty. You took a seat near the door. Bokuto followed like it was second-nature.
âWeâre not friends.â
Bokuto shrugged. The train took off. âYâknow what? Weâd make for a great couple,â Bokuto declared boldly. Like it was a fact rather than an opinion.
Your eyes widened at his brashness. No guy had mentioned anything to do with dating you since last year. He was certainly the last guy you thought would do so. Despite this, you found yourself curiousâŠ
âWhy?â
For a moment, Bokuto thought hell had frozen over. Not only had you not flat out rejected him, but you didnât even sound disgusted and you were actually hearing him out. Heâd half meant it when he said it, but he didnât think youâd tolerate his antics.
Not wanting to lose his opportunity, Bokuto was quick to give his reasoning. âWell, for starters, you hate men, and I support it!â he cheesed, not at all surprised when you gave him a flat look. âBesides, I wouldnât want anything to really change between us. You could be mean to me all day, everyday, and Iâll just take the jabs to my chin with a smile on my face.â
âOk, but why though?â you questioned further, hoping for a somewhat intellectual answerâ actually, now that you were thinking about it, this is Bokuto. Heâs never had to use his brain for anything other than volleyball. âNever mind.â
âWhaâ ânever mindâ?!â he asked incredulously. âAlways mind! I want to talk with you about this!â he insisted.
You had to fight the urge to crack a small smile at his retort. âAlright, fine,â you lamented. âWhy me specifically? Thereâs plenty of other girls out there.â
Bokuto paused a moment to think. Why you? âI donât know,â he started. âIâve never really thought about it, but itâs just never not been you⊠I guess if I had to pick something, itâs the fact you always listen. Even when you roll your eyes or call me stupid, youâre still listening. Most people donât do that for me. Thatâs why I always want to hear you talk! Iâve been trying to return the favor, but you always refuse,â Bokuto pouted slightly at the end.
Your heart felt like it was about to pound out of your chest. You buried your nose into the collar of your jacket, which only caused your heart to beat faster when your nose caught a whiff of his scent. Youâd completely forgotten you were wearing his jacket.
âYouâ Iââ you just couldnât seem to find the words to say to him, which was a first. You always had something to say to knock a guy down a couple pegs.
âUh oh,â Bokuto murmured. This was the part where you read him to filth. âHere it comesâŠâ
âYou actually mean that? All of it?â
Bokuto looked at her like she was crazy. âObviouslyâŠ?â This was the second time youâd acted out of character, but Bokuto was not going to let this chance just slip by. âYouâre a cool person. Even if you want to end half the population.â
What Bokuto didnât know was that his chance was never going to slip away. Not with an answer like that.
âAnd you actually want to go out with me?â
âOf course I do!â
When she looked back at all your interactions with Bokuto, you couldnât help but want to smile. Heâd embraced your misandry, given you things even when you rolled your eyes at him, and never once mentioned anything about your body or your looks. In your world surrounded by teenage boys, Bokuto was a rare gem. One that didnât care about rumors and had the nerve to wish you well even when you had nothing but mean comments for him.
âFine.â
The train was coming to a stop now. Your final declaration had been so quiet that Bokuto almost missed it over the sound of the screeching brakes. Almost.
âYouâre serious?â he asked. When he first made the couple comment, he thought youâd turn him down and call him a bumbling idiot for even thinking such a thing.
âYes.â
âWell shit,â Bokuto blinked ahead of himself, completely shocked. He followed you blindly off the train, too caught up on his own thoughts to move by himself. âYouâ Ok. Iâm cool. This is cool,â Bokuto tried to calm his racing mind and form a coherent thought. âLetâs get lunch on Saturday⊠if youâre free!â
You nodded. âIâm free.â
A blush overtook Bokutoâs face but he smiled widely regardless. âPerfect.â
From the way he was looking at you, you couldnât tell if he was talking about the plans or you. Either way, you couldnât bring yourself to look at him.
âDonât tell anyone though.â
âI would never!â Bokuto quickly agreed. âIâm at your mercy.â
Saturday came around quicker than expected, and before that date was even over, Bokuto was already planning a second one. Of course, two turned to three, and three to four, and so on and so forth. Until now you sat in the living room of your shared apartment, TV tuned into Bokutoâs match for the day. You guys could get married and youâd still refuse to attend his volleyball games (that, of course, would never stop him from asking or laughing when you flat out rejected him).
His team hadnât even stepped onto the court to start warming up, but Bokuto was already standing by the net, microphone in hand and smiling brightly at the camera in front of him.
âSo, Bokuto,â the interviewer began. âPeople are saying you have a girlfriendâŠ?â
âI do!â
âAnd what about her captured your heart?â
âEverything of course. But I think youâre asking the wrong person. If anybody, you should be asking her how she decided I was the lucky duck!â
The interviewer laughed, and the stadium was a loud chorus of cheering. As you watched from your couch, you started to ponder why youâd chosen him all those years ago. His constant chasing after you in hallways or how heâd always considered you his friend. It only took a couple seconds for it to click.
What was one thing he had that no one else had? Thatâs simple: the audacity.
The weather had been gloomy all week. Today was no different as the patter of rain softly hit the window. A direct contrast to the harsh plap, plap, plap of skin currently filling the room.
It was supposed to be your day off. Youâd spent the last week and a half running around all the districts trying to play diplomat as Erwin conjured up whatever crazy plan for whatever crazy circumstance. Levi was also off today. Erwin had been gracious enough to give humanityâs greatest soldier a break, and âcoincidentallyâ on the same day heâd given you a day off.
Unfortunately for you, a day off with Levi was never truly a day off.
It had started in the morning. Levi had pulled you back into bed the second youâd tried to get up at your usual time, knowing youâd be on autopilot and forget you were just supposed to ârestâ with him today.
Heâd scooted closer to you and even spooned you. However, his sweet gesture had quickly been corrupted by ulterior motives.
The movements were subtle at first. A small shift of his hips against your rear. It quickly turned into a mess of grinding and kissing. Somewhere along the line, clothes had been discarded and hair had been mussed. Now, multiple orgasms later, the room smelled of sex and your sweaty bodies couldnât seem to stop pulling each other in.
âLevi,â you panted, arms wrapped around his neck as he folded you into a mean mating press. âLevi, Iâm gonna need a break after this. Beenâ fuckâ weâve been going at it all morning.â
His eyes squinted at your face, scoffing at the request. As if what you were pleading for wasnât valid and he hadnât been balls deep since the sun started to rise. âYou were gone for two weeks talking to some rich snobs,â Levi stated obviously. He hissed when you clenched tightly around him, close to another orgasmâ a count youâd lost track of a long time ago. âIâm sure you can endure a couple hours of me.â
You moaned as he nipped at your neck. âLevi, baby,â you tried pleading, which was becoming increasingly difficult now that Levi was also close and was fucking you like no tomorrow. âYouâre insatiable.â
âShut up,â he spat harshly. Not because he was mad but because he was literally two seconds away from filling you up and he just wanted to hear you moans instead of some pitiful pleas. âJust take this and stop complaining.â
In response, you gave him exactly what he wanted. How could you not?
Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as another orgasm washed over you, leaving you seeing white and shaking from the intensity. Sweat clung to your body. Your hair was all kinds of messed up, and youâre pretty sure you look completely fucked out. Levi was no better off, cursing like a sailor as he came just as hard.
He grabbed your face and kissed you hard. Still inside of you, and definitely still hard.
âLevi,â you panted, forcing him away from your lips. âAt least give me ten minutes. Need to pee⊠and I need water.â
âYou big fucking baby.â The man rolled his eyes but pulled out. You moaned at the loss, cum oozing out of you the second he was no longer plugging you up. âWhatever. Donât be long,â Levi gave in, glare taking over his face.
You sighed, standing up on shaky legs, but more than grateful to get a break.
You did not know that this was the last break you were getting from your absolute fuck fest today.
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