BoB

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.

“Fucking brat!” he hissed, storming over to you with a fire in his eye.

You scrunched your nose up at the name. “Well, if I’m a brat, you’re an idiot,” you retorted, childishly sticking your tongue out at him.

“You do that shit on purpose— know it’ll piss me off,” he went on. “Shouldn’t have made you my vice captain. You never know when to just shut the hell up.”

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. “Gonna shut me up then?” You were not most people.

“Tch.”

Famous. Last. Words.

“‘Gonna shut me up then?’” Levi mocked five minutes later. His pants were shoved down to his ankles now and you had been forced to the floor. He stared— actually, no, it was more like a glare— 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 captain’s 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 didn’t know fighting turned him on.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” 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 ‘pop.’ The fury in his eyes when he finally got you to make eye contact mixed with a look of pure lust. “Damn whore. Getting me all worked up so we can fuck like rabbits.”

Looking up at him with rounded eyes, you played innocent. “I was only speaking my mind… captain.”

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 you’d even fully stood up. “Wanna play games? I can play games,” he commented. His hands grabbed at your pants, and instead of pulling them down like a normal person, he fucking ripped them.

“Levi!” you gasped.

Never in your life had you seen him this feral, and you’d 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, you’d even seen him stressed out and requesting a sexual favor from you. But you’d never seen him this pissed off. Not to the point he literally was ripping your clothes off.

“Oh, now you know my name?” he asked jeeringly as he rubbed his tip against your folds and lined himself up. “Thought I was ‘captain.’ What happened? Petty streak leave you the moment you got five seconds of attention?”

Under any other circumstance, you would’ve 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 didn’t 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.

“Got nothing to say now do you?” 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.

“Levi,” 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.

“Not what I wanted to hear,” Levi scolded. He snapped into you with a particularly harsh thrust as punishment. Something that had you seeing stars. “Fight with me,” he goaded. “Tell me how shitty of a captain I am. How— shit— how much better your ideas are. Thought I was an idiot, hmmm?”

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.

“Oh my— Levi,” you whined. A string of pleas left your mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it. Fuck, I’m so close.”

A grunt left Levi’s 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 you’d gotten the last time he’d edged you. Levi was a vengeful person but not vengeful enough to tempt you into a month-long sex ban again.

“Such a brat,” he hissed. The desk beneath you groaned with the power behind each thrust as Levi came dangerously close to his own high. “Being nice when you finally get what you want.”

Despite his words, a broken moan left Levi’s 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 he’d done so. “Done being a brat?” he asked through uneven breaths, still coming down from his high.

“Done acting like you’re the Walls gift to the scouts?”

“Tch.”

———

Bokuto felt like a horrible person when you’d brutally rejected his friend in front of the entire school (it was only five people, but that didn’t matter— his friend’s ego was irreparably damaged). You had absolutely read his friend to filth, claiming he’d 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 you’d 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 images— how even the smoothest talking guys couldn’t 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 weren’t interested. Being labeled a heartless brat was better than dealing with the male population.

Even so, Bokuto never let this scare him off.

He’d 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). He’d walk with you in the morning on the way to school if he happened to stumble across you at the train station. He’d even invite you to his volleyball games, knowing you wouldn’t 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 you’d never attend one of his volleyball games.

Every time someone tried to “reveal” your true nature to him, he’d just brush them off with a smile and make a comment about your “friendship” 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 weren’t such a nice guy, you’d assume he was stalking you.

“Hey, hey, hey, y/n!” Bokuto called out, waving his hands wildly with a wide grin on his face. Even with the howling wind, Bokuto’s voice cut through like a knife. “You just now leaving? Me too! Let’s walk together.”

One thing you’d 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.

“What do you want?” you asked with an eye roll, pulling your jacket tighter to you as the wind picked up.

“Just to walk and talk with you!” Bokuto chirped. Even if everyone thought he was a dense idiot, he wasn’t. Bokuto noticed immediately that you were cold. “Want my jacket? I’m still hot from practice.”

“Why would I want anything from you?”

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, you’d reached the train station. Bokuto hadn’t 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.

“How was your day though?” 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. “Why should I tell you?”

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. “Well, we’re friends, and a good friend asks about his other friends!” Bokuto responded happily.

The cart was practically empty. You took a seat near the door. Bokuto followed like it was second-nature.

“We’re not friends.”

Bokuto shrugged. The train took off. “Y’know what? We’d make for a great couple,” 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 curious…

“Why?”

For a moment, Bokuto thought hell had frozen over. Not only had you not flat out rejected him, but you didn’t even sound disgusted and you were actually hearing him out. He’d half meant it when he said it, but he didn’t think you’d tolerate his antics.

Not wanting to lose his opportunity, Bokuto was quick to give his reasoning. “Well, for starters, you hate men, and I support it!” he cheesed, not at all surprised when you gave him a flat look. “Besides, I wouldn’t want anything to really change between us. You could be mean to me all day, everyday, and I’ll just take the jabs to my chin with a smile on my face.”

“Ok, but why though?” you questioned further, hoping for a somewhat intellectual answer— actually, now that you were thinking about it, this is Bokuto. He’s never had to use his brain for anything other than volleyball. “Never mind.”

“Wha— ‘never mind’?!” he asked incredulously. “Always mind! I want to talk with you about this!” he insisted.

You had to fight the urge to crack a small smile at his retort. “Alright, fine,” you lamented. “Why me specifically? There’s plenty of other girls out there.”

Bokuto paused a moment to think. Why you? “I don’t know,” he started. “I’ve never really thought about it, but it’s just never not been you… I guess if I had to pick something, it’s the fact you always listen. Even when you roll your eyes or call me stupid, you’re still listening. Most people don’t do that for me. That’s why I always want to hear you talk! I’ve been trying to return the favor, but you always refuse,” 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. You’d completely forgotten you were wearing his jacket.

“You— I—” you just couldn’t 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.

“Uh oh,” Bokuto murmured. This was the part where you read him to filth. “Here it comes…”

“You actually mean that? All of it?”

Bokuto looked at her like she was crazy. “Obviously…?” This was the second time you’d acted out of character, but Bokuto was not going to let this chance just slip by. “You’re a cool person. Even if you want to end half the population.”

What Bokuto didn’t know was that his chance was never going to slip away. Not with an answer like that.

“And you actually want to go out with me?”

“Of course I do!”

When she looked back at all your interactions with Bokuto, you couldn’t help but want to smile. He’d 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 didn’t care about rumors and had the nerve to wish you well even when you had nothing but mean comments for him.

“Fine.”

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.

“You’re serious?” he asked. When he first made the couple comment, he thought you’d turn him down and call him a bumbling idiot for even thinking such a thing.

“Yes.”

“Well shit,” 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. “You— Ok. I’m cool. This is cool,” Bokuto tried to calm his racing mind and form a coherent thought. “Let’s get lunch on Saturday… if you’re free!”

You nodded. “I’m free.”

A blush overtook Bokuto’s face but he smiled widely regardless. “Perfect.”

From the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t tell if he was talking about the plans or you. Either way, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Don’t tell anyone though.”

“I would never!” Bokuto quickly agreed. “I’m at your mercy.”

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 Bokuto’s match for the day. You guys could get married and you’d 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 hadn’t 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.

“So, Bokuto,” the interviewer began. “People are saying you have a girlfriend…?”

“I do!”

“And what about her captured your heart?”

“Everything of course. But I think you’re asking the wrong person. If anybody, you should be asking her how she decided I was the lucky duck!”

The interviewer laughed, and the stadium was a loud chorus of cheering. As you watched from your couch, you started to ponder why you’d chosen him all those years ago. His constant chasing after you in hallways or how he’d always considered you his friend. It only took a couple seconds for it to click.

“Levi,” you panted, arms wrapped around his neck as he folded you into a mean mating press. “Levi, I’m gonna need a break after this. Been— fuck— we’ve been going at it all morning.”

His eyes squinted at your face, scoffing at the request. As if what you were pleading for wasn’t valid and he hadn’t been balls deep since the sun started to rise. “You were gone for two weeks talking to some rich snobs,” Levi stated obviously. He hissed when you clenched tightly around him, close to another orgasm— a count you’d lost track of a long time ago. “I’m sure you can endure a couple hours of me.”

You moaned as he nipped at your neck. “Levi, baby,” you tried pleading, which was becoming increasingly difficult now that Levi was also close and was fucking you like no tomorrow. “You’re insatiable.”

“Shut up,” 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. “Just take this and stop complaining.”

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 you’re 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.

“Levi,” you panted, forcing him away from your lips. “At least give me ten minutes. Need to pee… and I need water.”

“You big fucking baby.” 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. “Whatever. Don’t be long,” 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.