You’re being dragged down a familiar hallway, not a word uttered as your face remains in a bored deadpan, unlike the man dragging you, whose scowl scared a couple of cadets out of your way only a few minutes ago. You let yourself be dragged by the forearm, knowing your destination well, as well as what will be thrown at you the moment you two are behind closed doors.
“I think I was very clear when I told you to keep your mouth shut.”
It was kinda amusing, to be very honest, seeing him all riled up like that, so you decide to keep quiet, unlike yourself, until you reached the familiar door to Levi’s quarters. Out of habit, you check to see if anyone can see you two entering together, forearm in his hand and all, but you get thrown in the room before you check your left side.
By the time you recovered from your not very little stumble there and began to turn around with a full-blown expression of disbelief to scold Levi for handling you that way, the door was thrown shut. You barely have any time to register what was going on before you find your back slammed against the wooden door, broad shoulders and a darkened gaze blocking the sunlight coming from the big windows.
Yes, your initial thought was to scold him still, but the view from where you are is enough to make you forget your own name.
Levi’s bangs shadow his face, silver eyes pinning you down with a fiery gaze. His jaw is locked tight, inhaling deep breaths to keep himself in control as he pins you to the door with both his palms bracing your head.
“Levi,” You begin carefully. Scolding long forgotten. “I was just being nice.”
“Nice,” Levi scoffs. “Nice? You call that being nice?”
“Jean is like… ten years younger than me. Why would he even be flirting with me?” You know well that Kristien was sure as fuck trying to sway you, it has been happening for a while; ever since he managed to grow a beard. And given that no one other than Hange knew of your relationship status, not yet, your younger friend couldn’t take a hint.
All you could do was laugh at his jokes and politely avoid anything that could be considered as you flirting back, but there’s only so much you can do when you literally grew up among the group, let alone help raise them too.
“Are you blind?” Levi’s voice raises only a pitch, eyes widening with obvious fury. “The little cunt is all over you every fucking day!”
You try not to let it be visible, you really do, but Levi sees the little friction of amusement that breaks on your face and then disappears altogether. It doesn’t look like he likes it when his eyebrows raise, and he gives you a look that could make anyone else piss their pants.
“I raised those kids, sweetheart. I’m sure he–”
“So have i. And I know a flirtatious Jean Kristein when I fucking see one.” Levi speaks through gritted teeth, leaning in a bit as he slams a palm on the wood beside your head. “And you just laugh along with him, huh? You think he’s funny?”
You shrug. “He is kinda funny, though–”
“Y/n…” His pitch drops impossibly low. You have to fight the urge to kiss him when he leans in once more. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
The smile finally breaks free on your face. A hand reaches for his taut jaw, and you squeeze his cheekies as you slightly shake his head in your hand. You scrunch your nose at him endearingly. “You’re so cute when you’re pissed off.”
The fingers latching on your wrist were a clear warning, so you gracefully let go of his face and let your limb be pinned where Levi’s hand previously was on the door. You can’t wipe the amused smile off your face anymore, not even when his eyes stare daggers right into you.
“Were you flirting back with him on purpose?”
“I wasn’t flirting back with him,” You tell him pointedly, the smile falling off a little. “I was just trying to dodge it. That’s all.”
“So you admit that he was flirting with you.”
You stare at him, silent, blank, eyes slightly wider than usual. You attempt to push him off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Levi slams you back against the door. “You let him touch your hair,” Levi seethes. His nose is an inch away from yours. “First Reiner, then Hange, and now this piece of shit?”
Now he can’t just be this close to you and not do anything about it. You find it absurd, in fact, and given the situation at hand, you’d just love to get the best possible outcome. “What can I say? I’m just likable like that.” You smile innocently, shrugging a bit for demonstration. “Besides, me and Hange were never a thing. You’re just bitter because they used to be comfortable with me long before you had.”
His blood continues to boil. It keeps raising and raising, and the way you just never learned to keep it in your damn mouth will only make him bubble over. You have this mischievous glint in your eyes, knowing well you have his every fucking key right in the palm of your hand, and you just love to abuse your power.
He knows you weren’t flirting back with Jean. He knows you wouldn’t do such a thing to him, but fuck, that damn giant just doesn’t get tired of you blocking his every damn attempt. One day Levi sees him trying and succeeding in making you laugh, the next he sees him touching a curl in your hair, telling you that it’s pretty, you should let your hair down more often, and the other he catches him fucking winking at you, and knowing you, Levi knows you can’t help but giggle and look away nervously, looking of his silver gaze instead.
Maybe it stings extra because Levi knows he never did shit like that with you? His flirting skills are… under development, and have been for all the years you two have been together, hence the crack in his ego when a mere fucking teenager could make his girl blush and giggle like that when he’s standing there like a scarecrow.
But that just can’t do anymore. You’re his. You’re his alone. He doesn’t give a shit about secrecy or privacy anymore.
“Comfortable,” Levi’s free hand finds the hem of your coat. The slight pull of the corner of his lips fills you with dread and excitement simultaneously. “You act like a damn slut and call it comfortable?” He raises his gaze to yours, yanking you into him by the coat. Your eyes widen at both the gesture and the venom dripping from his lips. “You like the attention, eh?”
Okay, so he’s that kind of pissed. You’re left speechless, breathless, amusement long yanked out of you as you watch him in anticipation, debating on whether or not should you just spit something bratty to agitate him more, but he never gives you the satisfaction.
“Kitty got your tongue?” Levi tilts his head just a bit, eyebrows shooting up. “What? You only know how to talk back to him?”
“I don’t think you’ll like it if I talk back,” You decide on this, for now, tilting your head just the way he did, gaze firmly held with his. Your free hand trails from his abdomen and up to his toned chest, pushing past the military coat to reveal more of him. “What if I tell you all the things Kristein told me, hmm?” You pout, popping the first button of his shirt open, then the next, all while staring right in his eyes. “Or that time when Hange and I got so drunk and almost–”
Before you even register, your face was pressed against the hard wood with both wrists pinned at the small of your back firmly, feeling the warmth of Levi’s whole body press against your back. One hand had grabbed a full handful of your hair while the other keeps your hands in place, and you feel his hot breath on your skin as he speaks.
“I’ll fuck the attitude out of you, brat,” Levi growls, tightening his fingers around your wrists when you try to yank them away to no avail. “We’ll see what that pretty mouth can tell me afterward, hmm?”
“It’s the middle of the fucking day, Levi,” You groan, trying to look back at him, but the hand in your hair keeps your cheek pressed to the smooth wood. “Are you nuts? I have a training session in–”
“I cleared your schedule for the whole day,” He slides away, dragging you with him like a ragdoll, only to bend you over his very clean desk mere seconds later, making sure to push your cheek extra hard into the surface as he whispers in your ear. “You stay here like a good girl until I come back if you wanna cum, ight?”
Not that tone. Fuck, not that damn tone. You can already feel the warmth between your legs.
When you don’t reply, a harsh spank falls on your exposed ass, and you can’t help the loud yelp that exits you.
“Did you fucking hear me, brat?”
“Okay, okay,” You nod a bit rapidly.
He leans back with a satisfied hum, and you feel your scalp sting at the loss of contact, except something tells you that this is the least pain you’ll be receiving today.
And doesn’t that just excite you?
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