You’re like the stars in the night sky, comrade.

Three short rasps at your door startled you from your nap. Or, rather, sleep.

Expecting your visitor to be Sasha coming to seek snacks, you opened your door in your slip and robe, a glare poised on your face.

“C-captain Levi?” You asked, astonished to see a black-haired figure standing in the now-open doorway. Immediately, you covered your slip with your robe, beckoning him to come inside. You were sure your face was as red as the apple you’d had with dinner.

“Sorry to wake you,” his deep voice said. There was something different about the way he spoke just now- was his voice gruffer than usual?

"It's no trouble," you said, face flushed as you worked your way towards the stove. "Tea?"

He nodded. "Yes, please." You smiled. The captain had always harbored a fondness for tea, something you'd picked up on quickly. The tea didn't take long to make; it was almost no time at all before you handed a cup of tea to the captain, your fingers brushing. The slight touch sent shivers down your spine, and if you didn't know any better, you'd have sworn you heard his breath hitch.

“Is there something you needed, Captain?” You asked, gently blowing on your own tea before taking a sip. The soothing lavender and chamomile scents washed over you.

Levi cleared his throat. “You did a good job out there today. Many lives were saved because of your actions on the battlefield.”

His remark only i creased your confusion with his presence in your quarters. “The Captain I know doesn’t make house calls to wish someone a job well done. Why are you really here?” You asked

Levi cleared his throat, and you saw just the faintest tint of red paint his ears. Carefully, as if still debating with himself, he set his cup on tea on the table and began to move towards you. As he walked closer, you could smell the slight scent of wine that lingered on his breath, a very rare scent to ever cross the man’s lips. "A man visits a woman's chambers in the dead of night. Is it really that hard to guess what he could want?" The captain said, clearly making a large effort to keep his demeanor cool and aloof, despite the way his ears betrayed him.

You shrugged, closing the distance between the two of you by a few more steps. With Levi being a shorter man, his breath was now right against your lips, the sweet saccharin of the alcohol on his breath, the sugary sweetness intoxicating just by itself. Your eyes were glued to his lips, a slight shine following behind his tongue as he wet them. He was right; it was incredibly easy to tell at this point what he wanted. But you didn't care, you craved it just as much as he did.

If not more.

And who wouldn't with the way those lips claimed your own, hungry and intoxicating in their own right. They were strong, firm, skilled just as you'd expected them to be. It was clear the captain wasn't drunk, but you might as well have been, your knees growing weak at his skilled kisses, his hands softly, yet determined, untying your robe. You could feel the callouses on his hands from all of his training and fighting, even through the silky fabric of your slip.

He pulled a gasp from your mouth as his tongue slipped into your mouth, intertwining with yours as he pulled your body closer. The low growl in his throat had your head reeling as he pressed his hips into you. His soft, casual trousers left little to the imagination as his entire length rubbed against you. Not that you were complaining of course; every thrust seemed to hit the exact right spots. Your hands flew instinctively to hair hair; one hand intertwined itself with his raven locks and the other brushed itself over the smooth, short hairs of his undercut, a look you’d found particularly attractive on him.

The captain pushed you back against the table, lifting you slightly to seat you on its top. Touch feathers light to keep his calloused hands from feeling rough against your skin, his hands slid down your waist, over your thighs, gently tapping one of your knees. “Open,” he commanded, his gray eyes piercing as he met yours, sending shivers down your spine, straight to the heat pooling in your lower belly.

You didn’t need to be asked twice; your knees falling open at his words, your sex suddenly on full display to him since you’d gone to bed without bothering to put on underwear.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmured, his eyes not leaving your heat as he sank to his knees between your parted thighs. His lips left marks along the inside of your thighs, gently nipping and sucking along your smooth skin, and your skin tingled where the slight stubble on his jaw met your skin. You felt heat rush to your sex at the combination of his praise and his touch on your skin.

His fingers steadily traced your folds, careful to touch everywhere but your clit, just teetering on the edge of really touching you. For a moment, you wondered if he was hesitating for your sake, waiting for your consent, which you'd eagerly given the second you'd spread your legs for him.

No, the look on Levi's face wasn't hesitant, or questioning at all. Instead, he looked like a man before a feast, taking in every sensation, wondering how to best savor you. Your body shuddered at the intensity in his grey eyes, not leaving yours for a second as he continued to lay reverent kisses down the length of your thighs, and for a moment you were thankful the Scouts uniforms consisted of pants rather than shorts.

"It's been so long, far too long since I've indulged like this. I hope you don't mind if I savor every moment," the captain said, licking a stripe from your inner knee up to just before your opening. You were all but begging for him to touch you, and he was all but salivating at the sight of you, already wet and responsive for him.

"P-please do," you whimpered, desperately trying to keep yourself from squirming your way into his touch, resisting the urge to wrap your fingers through his raven locks and pull his mouth to your clit yourself.

The captain had always been known for being good at following orders and by goodness was this no exception. The words were hardly off your lips before his tongue was finally on you, tasting you, feeling you. Through your own whines, you almost didn't hear his own raspy one, eager for more of you.

"The way you taste..." he growled, his words vibrating against you, making you squirm. "could get a man drunker than any wine. Better than even your tea.” He swirled his tongue around your clit, your whole body shuddering in reaction. One finger moved to pump in and out of you slowly, almost savoring the feel of your warm, inviting heat the way he did your taste.

In the heat of passion, Levi was unlike the captain you were used to. The captain normally was more than neat and tidy, almost scary in his cleanly nature. But now? Now the captain made an absolute mess of you, his saliva and your arousal an absolute mess between your legs, his own mouth easily equally as messy.

“If only the Scouts knew how messy you were when you get like this,” you teased, your head thrown back in ecstasy as his finger curled up to just the right spot.

Levi pulled himself up from his position on the floor, pressing your back into the table and closing s hand around your throat. And hell, if you said it didn’t make your pussy throb for him more, you’d have been lying.

“I’m not showing the rest of the squad, now am I, brat?” He hissed, high hand around your throat tightening its grip as his other hand reached for his belt. His gray eyes burned with a now cold lust. An intense expression similar to the one you’d seen him wear on the battlefield.

Only now, it was directed right at you.

“Tch. Bringing up work and the other Scouts while I’m treating you like a good girl. Was that not satisfying enough for you, brat? If you’re not going to be a good girl, I’m not going to treat you like one. Roll over,”

Your heart raced, and you swore the fire in your lower stomach only grew. You didn’t dare disobey, turning so that you were leaning over the table the second his hand released from your throat. Your excitement only grew when you heard his pants and belt fall to the floor with a clash.

Levi pressed himself closer to you. You could feel his erection on the back of your rear as he bit up the length of your back, leaving marks along your shoulders and neck. "I wanted to savor that pretty cunt of yours a little longer, but I suppose this will do."

He slipped himself inside of you, grabbing your hips to line himself up with you. Levi pulled your hips back to meet his own, fully sheathing himself inside of you. "Fuuck," he groaned, squeezing your ass as he panted, holding himself still inside you. "How do you feel even better than you taste?"

You whimpered, eyes rolling back as you rocked your hips, pulling yourself along his cock.

It was like that movement stirred something within him, the snap almost audible as Levi came back to his senses, thrusting his hips into yours at a harsh pace. You could hear him grunting, slinging a line of obscene words about how good you felt around him, how much he loved your cunt, and other obscenities your mind was too foggy to comprehend. You'd never imagined you'd ever see see him like this, disheveled and all but inebriated.

"C-captain," you whined, gripping the tablecloth you were rested on.

"It's Levi when you're off duty," he barked, his words pushed through gritted teeth as he continued rutting himself into you, fingers leaving what you knew would be bruises on your ass and hips.

"L-Levi, I'm gunna-"

"No," he ordered harshly leaning forward to your mouth with his hand. "You don't do anything until I tell you. This is your punishment, remember? If you want someone who lets you get away with that bratty shit, then you'd better run off to your little cadet friends."

His words sent shivers through your body. You knew how deadly the hands were that currently slipped down to your throat, putting just the slightest bit of pressure on you. You nodded, rolling your head back. Levi used the hand on your neck as leverage; with every thrust the pressure re-applied itself, making your head go fuzzy.

"There we go," he murmured. "That's how I like you."

You fought hard against the urge to whine and beg, instead rocking your hips back into his, trying to pull his orgasm from him, desperate to hear the lewd sounds from him and to feel him filling you, cock throbbing inside of you.

You were rewarded with a lewd moan in your ear from the Captain. "Fuuck," he moaned, his low voice melodic, even in the midst of fucking you stupid. "That's it," he purred, the hand that was around your throat reaching down to your soaked and abused cunt, begging for his touch.

"Come on brat, you wanted to come so badly, so do it. I wanna feel you as I come."

His fingers, rough and calloused from years of battle and training, felt incredible against your bare, sensitive skin. It wasn't long before you felt the pressure build up again in your core, quickly spilling over as you felt yourself gush on his cock, his own release falling shortly behind as you felt him empty into you, a mix of both your fluids dripping down your leg and onto the floor.

Levi pulled you up from the table, turning your head to meet yours as his lips met yours in a kiss. He brushed a hand gently over your sex, careful not to add too much pressure to overstimulate you. "If you keep this pretty thing all for me, I might just reward you again in the future."

You were almost disappointed when he pulled his pants up and walked silently out your door. But, the threat, or in your eyes promise, he'd made left your stomach full of butterflies.