#((srry))

you had been begging, for perhaps the past twenty minutes, for levi to finally grant you mercy by finally just fucking you. your palm pressed against the fabric of his white shirt, trying to rock your hips faster against him. aching for the deep pressure that you knew you could give yourself if only he would let you.

but, of course, levi would not budge.

his hands stayed anchored to your waist, fingers gripping so hard to keep you at the steady pace you were moving on top of him. both of you were fully clothed, your hips straddling his own. it was a meticulously slow pace, but it was harsh. every time he swept your clothed cunt against his dick, you felt the frustration grow on you. it was a deep ache, not enough pressure to get you relatively close, but just enough to keep you wanting more.

you tried to squirm your hips again and levi's fingers squeezed. "don't even think about it," levi said, looking up to watch your face. a part of you wanted to scream at him, but you knew better than to push levi, like you had been doing all day.

the entire day you spent not listening to him. at first, it was absentminded, a slip up or two. levi got angry with you, reprimanding you in front of everyone as per usual, but you decided to push further. you began purposely pissing him off and talking back whenever the moment allowed it. you wanted to see how far you could push him to the brink.

which left you here, forced to only dryhump your boyfriend instead of anything else. he wouldn't even kiss you right now, just focusing on your face, going slower if he saw you having even a tiny amount of 'too much' pleasure.

"keep your eyes on me, don't look away," he ordered, grey eyes staring right back into yours.

you bit your lip, feeling sweat begin to build on your brow. "please, levi. i need more."

"well i needed you to behave today and you didn't do that," he said, slightly increasing the pressure. "unless you want to apologize?"

huffing, you focused on your pleasure, feeling the beginnings of . . . something in your core. you could practically feel his dick straining in his pants, mirroring the wet spot that was seeping through yours. you stayed quiet, out of rebellion, hand twisting in his shirt.

"really? hm," he mused. "i'm sure i can get it out of you."

his pace increased, grinding your hips on his faster. every time he moved you could feel the delicious scrape of his dick against your clit, less dull now. your heart thumped through your ears, one of his hands coming to squeeze your thigh, letting you have some authority on how fast you wanted to go. a small victory.

levi's mouth connected with the column of your throat, pressing hot kisses to your skin, guiding you harder and harder. the sudden friction against his dick made his breath hitch, hiding it by giving your neck a bite.

"mhm — haah, wanna apologize now?" levi muttered against your skin. he seemed to be getting more worked up than you were getting right now, making you chuckle. turns out your captain could let loose once in a while, just took a little pushing.

your hand came to the back of his neck, tangling in some of the strands of hair. "i don't know. should i, captain?" you teased, a gasp leaving your mouth when his hips pressed up to meet your grinds. it caused friction just right, a surge of electricity on your clit.

it made you falter, thighs beginning to shake. he made up for it by gripping your hips again, pulling you back and forth. you were soaked, you could feel it. you were going to go crazy clenching around nothing, needing to feel his skin on yours. you would do anything for him to touch you.

you were itching to take off more clothes that you finally muttered, "i'm sorry, i need you. please, levi."

and you thought he was going to deny you, like he had for so long. but your captain was getting carried away, barely even responding to your apology before flipping you both over on the bed.