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The music is too loud.

That’s the first thing Levi notices when he steps into the kitchen. The bass is pounding through the floor and walls in an irritating pulse.

The second thing he notices is you.

You’re standing near the counter, a drink in your hand, your expression too tight to match the tone of the party. Levi’s eyes narrow almost immediately. Something is wrong. He doesn’t approach right away. He watches instead, silent and still in the doorway, the way he always does. 

Then he sees him. The guy from earlier. He’s leaning in toward you again, saying something you clearly aren’t laughing at. 

Levi’s jaw tightens. Didn’t you already shut him down? He watches your shoulders stiffen, the polite smile you’re forcing that’s beginning to falter, your body angling away just slightly. 

This guy just isn’t getting the hint.

Levi sighs. Idiot. He pushes off the doorway and walks into the kitchen until he’s at your side. You notice him. Relief pours through you so quickly it almost pains you.

“Vi,” you say.

He glances once at the guy. Practically glares. The guy hesitates just for a second, then he mutters something under his breath and backs off, drifting toward the living room. Levi doesn’t watch him leave—his attention is already back on you.

“You okay?” he asks.

You let out the breath you were holding and your shoulders drop slightly. “No,” you admit, leaning closer so you don’t have to shout over the music. “He won’t leave me alone.”

“He’s been bothering you all night?”

You nod. “I’ve tried everything,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. It burns down your throat, warming your skin. “Ignoring him, being polite, not being polite, telling him I’m taken—nothing is working.”

Levi’s eyes flick past you briefly, tracking the space where the guy disappeared. Then he looks back at you. You look annoyed, but more so uncomfortable, and something about that sits wrong with him. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.

There’s a pause. A small one. Just long enough for Levi to make a decision. When he speaks, he sounds like he’s stating something obvious. 

“You can kiss me, you know.”

You blink and whip your head to look at him. “What?”

Levi doesn’t look away. Have his eyes always been this captivating? “It would make him stop.”

Your eyebrows lifts, incredulous. “That’s your solution?”

“It would solve the problem.” Levi’s expression doesn’t change.

You stare at him. For a second, you forget the noise of the party, and all that exists is you and him, standing in the kitchen looking at each other. There’s something else there. Underneath the practicality, underneath the calm. Something you’ve both been ignoring for far too long.

Your heart starts to race. He can’t just mean that casually, can he? But Levi doesn’t look like he’s joking. He looks certain. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling very dry.

You don’t even think about it. You place your drink down and kiss him.

It’s not tentative. Not really. There’s too much tension for that—too many almost-moments, too many lingering looks that neither of you ever acted on—and the second your lips meet his, it feels like something finally snaps.

Levi inhales sharply, one hand coming up to your waist, pulling you close like he’s been waiting for an excuse to do it. Your arms hook around his neck. Levi kisses you like he means it. Slow at first, then deeper, his thumb brushing your side. Your body fits against his in a way that feels far too natural to be coincidence.

So he’s really not pulling away. He really meant it. The realization makes your heart flutter. Your fingers thread through his hair, your other arm holding him in place as the kiss lingers longer than either of you expected. Long enough that it stops being about the guy.

When Levi finally pulls back, it’s only enough to breathe, his forehead brushing yours, his grip on your waist still firm. For a moment, neither of you speak. You drink in the image of him, flushed and panting. 

Then he says, “We’re leaving.”

You tilt your head. “What?”

He doesn’t elaborate. He just takes your hand and starts toward the door. You follow without thinking, your heart still racing.

“Levi,” you say, half-laughing now as you weave through the crowd, “where are we going?”

He looks back at you. There’s a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth. “My place.”

Your laughter comes easily this time. He’s unbelievable.

“Okay,” you say, squeezing his hand. “Lead the way.”

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you’re pinned against the wall, levi’s strong arms holding you aloft as he pounds into you with ruthless abandon. you can feel every inch of his cock, stretching and filling you.

you didn’t mean for it to go this far. you were simply watching a movie when a sex scene came on screen, where the male lead was lifting the woman. you had taunted levi, feeling particularly defiant. “you’d never be able to hold me up like that.” 

somehow, you ended up here.

levi’s grip on you tightens, his nails digging into your flesh as he fucks into you harder and faster. “not running that shitty mouth of yours anymore, are you?” he growls, his voice rough with anger. “thought you could talk shit and get away with it?”

you whimper, your body trembling in his hold as he continues to dominate you. the wall provides a steady support behind you, but it’s levi’s strength that keeps you suspended mid-air. his muscles tense, veins protruding in his pale skin. 

“looks like i showed you,” levi says, voice dripping with satisfaction. you see the small smirk playing on his face. “i can do whatever the fuck i want with you, can’t i?”

you nod, unable to speak as he ravages you, his cock hitting all the right spots in you. the memory of your earlier taunt burns with humiliation now, only heightening the intensity of the moment and leaving you feeling even more helpless in the grasp of the man who holds you so easily.

as levi’s thrusts grow more erratic, you can tell he’s close to climax. “you’re mine,” he snarls, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he cums hard, his seed filling you. the feeling of him pulsing inside you leaves you a quivering mess in his arms.

you’re never going to doubt your boyfriend’s strength again.

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