lee!

pretty boys that cry when they get overstimulated.

dick twitching, tip flushed red, thighs twitching uncontrollably as he keeps a thick forearm over his eyes to hide the fact that he’s tearing up from how good it feels to be inside of you.

pulling out is not an option—he thinks he’d cry even more if he did that. so he powers through each jolt of what feels like electricity through his veins, eyes rolling back as he gasps and feels pathetic as he groans.

you’re barely any better than he is. the way you try to pry his arm away from his face just to take a look at him makes his hips buck, makes him grumble at you despite the fact that the words come out more pitiful and whiny than intended.

when you finally manage to convince him to just look back at you—he nearly cums from the way you coo at him and smush his cheeks.

(he does, in fact, cum a few seconds later.)

she expected silk sheets and candlelight. okay. not literally, but you know. some kind of restrained elegance. that was his thing, right? controlled. neat. maybe a single grunt while they fumbled under the covers, a sigh here and there, something efficient and tidy. that’s what she had mentally prepared for.

which is why when levi ackerman took her upstairs that night, kissed her with the kind of pressure that made her knees give out, she was already a little confused. and when he shoved her into the mattress with a hand on her jaw, looked her straight in the eye and said, “you think i’d be gentle with you?”

she started to panic. “um.” she blinked. “i mean. i just thought you’d be… like, efficient about it?”

levi tilted his head like a predator who’d just been challenged by a bunny rabbit. “efficient,” he repeated flatly. his knee slid between her thighs, pressing up. “i’ve been thinking about fucking you for months. i’ve imagined this more times than i can count. efficient is the last thing this is going to be.”

she opened her mouth to respond and then he bit her. not hard of course. a filthy kind of possessive press of teeth that made her whole body jolt.

“levi—!” she gasped, trying to push him off. but his hands were already under her thighs, pulling her down the bed like a ragdoll. her giggles turned into a shriek. “okay! wait! i was wrong—maybe i was wrong about you—”

he yanked her shorts off in one fluid motion. “you talk too much.”

“that’s rich coming from you—holyshit—”

because now he was biting again, dragging his teeth down the meat of her thigh like he wanted to eat her. and when his mouth finally dipped between her legs she screamed. unironically. dramatically.

she threw an arm over her eyes and shrieked, “i am not emotionally prepared for this—”

he didn’t stop when he growled into her cunt like it pissed him off she hadn’t already come. tongue fast and filthy. fingers gripping her hips like he was ready to break them if she tried to squirm away. which she did, repeatedly. she literally tried to crawl up the bed.

“nope,” he muttered, yanking her right back by the waist. “you’re staying right here.”

“levi! baby—! i’m not ready for this level of feral! i thought you were gonna be polite—”

“i am being polite,” he growled, looking up at her with his mouth soaked, his pupils gone. “i haven’t fucked you yet, have i?”

then he went back to devouring her. by the time he actually got his cock inside her, she was already wrecked. face flushed, hair wild, legs trembling. she was babbling nonsense, trying to be funny but just gasping too much to land the jokes.

“you’re so hot when you’re scary,” she panted, blinking up at him like she couldn’t believe her own life choices.

he slid in slowly, smirking down at her like a devil with perfect posture. “oh?” he said gravelly. “still think i’m the quiet type?”

she whimpered, and full-body twitched when he bottomed out.

“fuck, you feel too good,” he hissed. “you’re lucky i even lasted this long.”

“you didn’t—! we haven’t even—”

he started moving. no, he was owning you with deep, punishing thrusts that made the entire bed shake. the kind of rhythm that knocked the air out of her lungs. and when she tried to crawl away again, because holy shit, he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her back down with a grunt.

“don’t fucking run.”

“you’re scary!”

“you’re wet.”

“stop saying cool shit while you’re ruining me—”

he laughed (actually laughed). then wrapped a hand around her throat and said, “mine.”

she came. on the spot. screamed like she was being murdered. levi kept going.

it wasn’t gentle. it was definitely not quiet. and nothing like she expected. it was messy and loud. he fucked her through two orgasms, muttering filth in her ear like he was finally letting years of self-control die. bit her shoulder. growled when she clenched around him. called her his. said “you have no idea what you do to me” with the kind of voice that should be illegal. when she begged, no pleaded for him to slow down? he just kissed her forehead and whispered, “one more.”

which was a big fat lie. it was three.

afterward, she was draped across him, twitching like a short-circuited machine, mumbling “i hate you” into his chest. levi was stroking her hair, perfectly calm now, pressing kisses to her damp forehead like he hadn’t just rearranged her entire life.

“you okay?” he asked, dry.

“no,” she groaned. “you made me see god. and not even the nice one. the old testament one.”

he snorted. “still think i’d be quiet?”

she glared at him. tried to lift her arm to swat him maybe. “you’re a menace.”

“you begged for it.”

“i beg for baked potatoes too. doesn’t mean i should get them railed through my soul.”

he smiled and pulled her closer. “get some rest, sweetheart,” he said, soft again. “we’re doing that again in the morning.”

You don’t wanna know. He might as well be a whole new character in fanfic tbh. It’s all fem boy emo crybaby in the slash ships and horribly written aggressive man in the reader ships.

it’s late, you’re bored, so what better way to spend the night than harass to your best friend (who you’re secretly in love with but you’d never admit that).

you texted about anything that came to your mind, but eventually you ran out of things to say. megumi wasn’t much of a texter anyway, you knew that, and his social battery got drained way faster than most people. so, you sent a picture of you in your bed, captioned, “in my bed :p.”

megumi’s response was scarily fast—and similar. “in my bed too.”

then, you sent a photo of you making a heart.

he sent one back. “my hearts better.”

then, you had an idea. it was stupid, dumb. it was dangerous—you were risking your dignity for a stupid picture. still, you had a smug grin on your face as you sat up and flexed your arm, taking a picture of your bicep. “you wish you had muscle like me.”

your stomach flipped and turned as you waited for his picture—if he even sent one. if he didn’t, you’d move away and start a new life. the embarrassment would be otherworldly. but then, your phone buzzed. you opened the snap.

it was a picture of megumi sitting up, flexing his arm, probably a little too hard. his room was dark, but you could still make out the curve of his bicep under the sleeve of his shirt, and boy, was it great. “yeah, i totally wish i had muscle like you.”

before you could even freak out and gush over his perfect photo, he sent a text. it read: my dorm room’s unlocked by the way.

cw: masturbation, a lil overstimulation, self-recording

levi had his head thrown back, shirt bunched up as he fisted and stroked his cock to your voice.

he’d woken up this morning to an mp3 file from you, and it wasn’t until he returned from the gym that he got curious enough to find out what it was. if he knew what a nasty little surprise you left for him, he would have wasted no time driving to your apartment instead of the gym. he couldn’t even make it back to his room before he was grabbing his airpods and lying back down on his couch, pulling down his shorts as he began stroking himself to you.

“mmh..”

he went faster hearing you cry out his name and whine uncontrollably. his hips bucked in his hand when he heard the faint wet noises in the background, followed by your voice, “hear that, levi? that’s how wet you get me, that’s how much i’ve been missing you…”

groaning, he bit down on his shirt to muffle his moans. “fuck..god, baby..!” he sputtered on his breath as he looked down and noticed just how hard he was. the prominent veins around his cock was proof that you had him in a chokehold, even from a distance. the sensitive head of his cock was swollen red and aching for your mouth, your warm cunt instead of his hands right now. he cursed and whined needily, stroking his cock in time with your pussy’s wet noises.

he shut his eyes, the sloppy sounds growing louder along with your desperate whimpers, letting him know you were close. you sounded so fucking needy and pathetic, it was driving him insane. but it also pleased him to know he had the same effect on you just as you had on him. the barely audible but constant shuffle of your bed gave away the fact that you were physically writhing for him. all for him. with a guttural, raw moan, he chased his release in tandem with you.

“levi—oh my god—levi, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna—levi!” you came with a loud cry, screaming his name.

your name was a prayer on his lips as he finished at the same time as you, shooting all his load onto his stomach. his hips quivered involuntarily as he teased his overstimulated tip, lost in the frenzy of his high.

with a deep exhale, he came back to his senses and used his shirt to clean up his warm release. “fuck,” he breathed heavily, rising from his spot and reaching for his phone that was propped up against a couple of books on the coffee table.