Congratulations on 1k followers! I request soft sex with canon verse Levi
i didnât know which starter you meant specifically, so i just chose one<3: âI want to taste you.â I hope you enjoy san
secretly based on this post by @bibblelevi tbh
content/warnings: everyone is a switch, spitting, overstimulation, crying (dacryphilia), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, light mentions of depression at the beginning, dumbification, praise°radation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), some impact play
wc: ~2.9k
Levi, at the best of times, will only âadmitâ that something is wrong with his more obvious tells.
Tonight, when you suggested you have a cup of tea over paperwork, he silently brewed a pot, and silently returned your empty cups to the kitchen afterwards without asking if you wanted more.
For all that time, he remained so lost in his own mind that it took a few tries of his name to answer. Multiple times, you caught him rubbing the bridge of his nose, nursing a headache.
You catch him in the doorway to your shared bedroom now, his harness and jacket removed, but nothing else: a sign he plans to rest in his chair tonight instead of your bed.
You pout. âBy the way youâve been acting, I thought the last thing youâd want is back pain.â
âI havenât been acting like anything,â he argues. No hesitation.
âSo your back doesnât hurt?â
âItâsââ His eyes dart away while he finds the word. ââmanageable.â
You frown. While you can tell heâs waiting for you to move out of his way, a glare beginning to mark that worry line between his brow, you donât.
âI could still give you a massage to help with that.â
âI had a good day,â he replies bluntly. âSo if some pathetic back pain isnât manageable, something else wouldâve killed me already. Move.â
That stings. No. You refuse to be pushed away when somethingâs clearly wrong.
You plant both your hands down on the doorway to block his path. âI don't think youâd be trying to joke about death if you had a good day.â
He shrugs his jacket higher over his arm, glares harder. As if he could move you aside with his eyes.
âLevi,â you sigh, more gentle. âIâm not moving unless you make me move.â
And you both know how easy that would be for him to do.
ââŠGood things happened,â he acquiesces after a short sigh. Then, for the first time, he actually looks at you, eyes dull and tired, and you figure out the problem. When the cause of a shitty day is unexplainableâwhen, by all accounts, things went wellâshitty days with a reason seem better in comparison.
âBut, you feel like the opposite,â you guess.
He rubs the bridge of his nose once more, jaw tightening with irritation. âShouldâve expected this.â
âI want to help you.â
âHow do you solve a problem when thereâs no fucking cause for it?â he snaps.
He sees the flash of surprise on your face after that sudden explosion, and stammers. His leathers swish as he protectively pins his arm across his middle.
âLook, this is pointless. So Iâm leaving.â
âLevi, please.â
âMove.â
You stay right where you are, nor does Levi make any movement to push past you. A stalemate.
âYouâre right,â you compromise. âItâs kind of impossible to solve a problem that doesnât have a cause, so forget about that.â
You take a step or two until youâre standing directly underneath the doorway, and touch his shoulders.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWow,â you murmur. âYouâre really tense.â
With nimble fingertips, you begin to rub into the hard muscles, just a little, and he hisses through his teeth. His shoulders drop.
âDonât worry about solutions. Just tell me what you think will make you feel better.â
A heavy swallow. Even in his face you see his resolve wavering. By the way his eyes flutter closed and his utter failure to push you away, you know itâs been bad.
âLevi, babyâŠâ
Itâs ridiculously easy to get him to submit.
âI...â A blush rises to his cheeks. âWhat, you want something specific?â
âNot really.â
Just briefly, you stop massaging to take his uniform jacket over your own arm before they land on his shoulderblades. He shudders.
Gazing into his eyes, you see that heâs still lost. âGive me one thing, and Iâll take care of the rest. Itâs not your job to worry about me making you feel better.â
His adamâs apple visibly bobs when he swallows. Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a soft grunt as you work your massage higher up his lean shoulders.
âWhat do you want, honey?â
His lips move soundlessly before his hands come up for support from your waist. ââŠY-You.â
You nibble on the inside of your cheek. When you press your foreheads together, his eyes flutter shut.
âMe?â
âIs that specific enough?â
You kiss his lips, humming faintly. Theyâre a little dry, which you remedy with a slow swipe of your tongue.
The slow sigh that results shakes, so you tilt your head and lay your hand on his jaw, guiding him. Just like that, heâs putty in your hands.
You pull away first, something stirring in you by the way he licks his lips. That blush is deeper now.
âDo you have anything more specific in mind?â you ask.
He blinks slowly, something he tends to do when he needs to think (given he has the privilage of time to do so).
âTake your time.â You kiss below his jaw.
His chest rises. âI want to taste you,â he whispers into your hairline. âI want...â
A distraction, and a damn good one; to make you feel good in order to not feel the guilt of taking your attention.
He canât bring himself to say anything to that effect out loud, but you seem to understand.
Heat stirs below your waist. âIâd love that,â you breathe, and as you speak, you slide his hands up underneath your top, caressing warm skin.
He follows your lead, sighs around the warm squeeze of your soft tits. A firm flick has you humming shakily.
Again, your lips glide softly together. He wants it slow.
His warm lips follow up your jaw until his breath tickles the shell of your ear. âTake this off.â
Shivers take you over as your hands fall around your waist. He pulls you on unsteady legs to the bed, the mattress springs whining as you drop onto your back.
Levi follows right after you to peel your pants away. He has the patience to toss them aside in something resembling neatness, but not to move right onto the delicate hems of your panties.
âPanties, too,â he grunts. âYouâll get them dirty, if they havenât already.â
With a good-natured huff you roll your eyesâto play off the fact that heâs right, your panties are a little dark between your thighs, wet.
âKnew it.â The tiniest quirk has his lips as he yanks those right off too.
Your legs reflectively shut as your cunt is exposed to the balmy air, only for him to spread them apart and shuffle until the bottoms of your thighs touch the tops of his.
Your eyes pop wide in surprise as he sighs softly between kisses that trail down from the between your breasts. His touch is firm, but fleeting.
You ruffle his hair. âNot even gonna tease me?â
He doesnât have the patience to say anything. Youâre shot nothing but an annoyed glance before your thighs are abruptly spread wide and flat. He gets comfortable on his belly and ducks down to coat the long line between your thigh and pelvis with his tongue.
âLevi,â you whisper. âPlease.â
âNo matter what I do, youâre gonna get wet. And I donât feel like working for it.â
âBut... How can I make it better for you?â
Levi gets off on teasing you, thatâs no secret.
âYou keep your legs open, and come on my tongue,â he speaks into the fat of your thigh, smearing open-mouthed kisses further and further up. âYou can never be patient, huh?â
Your thighs twitch involuntarily as he sinks his teeth in, then jerk. Practiced fingertips swim through your slit, then smear your sticky cum all over your clit.
You gasp, fucking up towards his face. Fuck, itâs been a while.
He was right: No matter what he does. ââkay, fuck, anything you want.â
Soft blue-greys, more silvery by the light of a lone lantern, flicker up towards you. âIs that not what you had in mind?â
You underestimated how shitty he has been feeling. If Levi doesnât want to tease, if he can still be doubting himself while youâre squirming above him, he must be feeling badâmuch more than he let on.
âPlease,â you reassure. âYouâre perfect.â
A heavy sigh, more like a groan, vibrates your lip, where his tongue follows up and up.
Little gasps hitch up in your throat. Your hips twitch in the direction of his mouth, begging wordlessly.
Clearly he meant what he said, proven when his heavy tongue drags through your slit. He moans.
âOh, fuck!â you whine, thighs jerking shutâor trying. You didnât expect that.
A breathy sigh sinks into a low groan. You forget, youâve both been so busy that itâs been too long for him, too.
Levi, somehow, always finds the patience to take his sweet time. The muscles of his forearm draw taut over your thigh, the other spreading your cunt wide open leaves your hole quivering around air.
With each eager push of his tongue through your pussy, narrowly avoiding your swollen clit, your hole drools more and more for him.
More.
You lie gaping up at the ceiling, overtaken by shivers, by his hot, seeking tongueââLevâ, more!â
Your hips roll with his tongue that briskly sweeps up and down until your heavy breaths grow into panting. âL-Lick my clit, fucking, please.â
His swift licking doesnât acquiesce. Before you can help it, your thighs are working to squeeze his head, pinning his ears, and he actually whines. Strained, wanting.
âAh. Really want me to suffocate you?â
His nose glistens as he looks up and asks back, âReally wanna keep asking me stupid fucking questions?â
That tone, he uses to order his men aroundâit makes you want to fall down to your knees. Youâd do anything to hear him whine like that again. Your clit throbs.
You donât answer fast enough, and Levi doesnât wait to squirm backwards, pop open his collar, and lay your thigh flat.
He pins it down using his elbow, and with two thumbs, he spreads your pussy open again. His flat tongue licks a long, wide stripe from your twitching hole to your clit.
Your cry breaks the air. âRight there!â
You donât see him squirming, you only feel three fingers rapidly tugging down on your clit so you cry out for him again.
Then, fucking finally, his searing mouth falls down around the source of your ache and begins to suckle. A moan is forced from you.
Your thighs all but close around his head. If he wants you to suffocate him, you will, and if he wants your cum on his tongue, your hand will fly down to his hair to encourage him to take it.
The instant you take a fistful and tug, a louder moan vibrates your twitching clit.
âFuck,â you whimper. âDonât fucking stop, baby.â
With the flat of his tongue, he rubs slow and purposeful, massaging.
âF-Faster.â
On cue, his tongue swirls around and around, becoming more frantic. Itâs like all he wants to do is make you feel good, nothing else.
âThatâs a good boy,â you say shakily, only for your voice to crack at the urgency he then pushes between your legs, shoving your head further up on the pillows.
Your climax rises in you, but your panting isnât as loud as the squelching noises as he devours your cunt.
âFuck,â he mumbles into your swollen clit. His tongue flits down and circles your rim, eyes tightly shut as you force his head down. âTh-Think IâmâŠâ
You donât hear him. âGetting close,â you warn, surprise lacing your tone. âHoly shit, p-perfect fucking mouth Levi, fuck.â
Your hips practically use his mouth for a fucktoy, but he gives you more, licking turning frantic. Your back begins to lift, and his fingers havenât even dipped into your pussy yet.
You moan, "Gods, don't stop, d-don'tâ" you toss your head back, âfucking good boy, fuck!â
Your loud moan hits the air on as you fly over a high edge. A loud slurping sound can be heard before his raspy groan vibrates your clit, making you come so much harder, making you see stars.
You ride out the waves on his tongue. If your head wasnât thrown back, blindly fucking up into his perfect mouth, youâs see his hips rolling into the mattress in the exact same way.
The sparks ebb away slowly, not that Levi is stopping. Heâa barely slowing.
You twitch, which dissolves into full squirming. Youâre only forced to peal open your eyes when two fingers easily bury into your spasming hole. They slide against your walls, over that spot, in quick thrusts, just when you thought you were calming down.
âFuck!â you squeak, softly thrashing. The second one is always more intense that that first, and itâs washing over you strong.
âGonna come again,â you whimper. âGonna, gonnaââ
You cum again, much harder than the first time. He has to pry your stubborn thigh back so you can enjoy it.
Now, your cunt meekly throbs. Leviâs tongue is fucking searing.
âPlease!â Your chest wracks with a dry sob. Hell if you know what youâre even begging for. âL-Levi.â
The deep red blush all over his face seems almost shiny thanks to your cum. His eyes are half-liddedâare they even open?âonce he finally pulls away from your used pussy. Again his hips shift, pressed to mattress, and his eyes flutter. Heâs getting off on this.
You donât have the mind right now to process that Levi came from eating your pussy alone. Instead your head falls back, whimpering from the heavy twitching, oversensitive.
Light panting puffs your slick inner thighâhis stamina is never not insane to youâbefore his tongue darts out and laps it up.
âNgh.â Levi grunts from your sudden pull on his hair. Just like that, three fingers slide into your cunt with less than no resistance. You suck them in eagerly despite trying to shy away.
His fingers struggle to curl. âGreedy. Just anything gets you off, huh. What a good whore.â
His point his proven when your whine rises into a wail as he struggles to bully in a fourth finger into your rapidly fluttering cunt.
âYou okay?â he asks.
âY-YeâAh, uh-huh.â
âHah.â
A special desperation laces the whining noise high in his throat. He gives up on fitting in a fourth so his tongue can slit in beside the others instead.
âLevâ!â you shriek. âFuck, I saw you, did you c-come like this?â
He grunts non-commitally, tongue probing deeper. Heavy heat licks pelts your walls.
Tears bleed onto your lashes. Your eyes shut, and they pour over. ââm not a whore, you are.â
A visible shiver wracks his body.
Arousal turns over your belly. Itâll be a while before you can come again, so you should indulge him (as much as you can think to, at least).
âBeing such a good boy, makinâ me feel so good. My good boy.â
He moans loudly, eyes squeezed shut. His arm is practically clinging to your shaking thigh.
âAm I making you feel better?â
His glazed eyes flutter before his mouth pulls off. Your hand, previously, clenched in the sheets, is dragged to your clit. He give it a tap, and your hips jump.
âIs it too much, sweetheart?â he coos softly, guiding your palm up and down.
Your head flails over the pillows as searing pleasure wracks you. âYes.â
But you let him use you.
âToo bad,â he grunts. âKeep touching yourself.â
Whimpering, you bend to his will. Far away, you feel the mattress dip beside your head; you think he grabs a pillow.
âKeep going, sweetness,â he says, too softly to make it an order. âYouâre gonna gush for me.â
He leaves no room for debate.
You weep up at the ceiling, barely hearing. A hand smears tears off your cheek, beckoning your attention towards him. Your cum glistens his nose, his shiny lips, his chin.
âRemember to use your colors.â
You donât hear his words, just his rough rasp in that same ordering tone.
He gives your cheek a light slap, then your tit. âYou better be fucking listening.â
Your hips jump up. âUh-huh! I am I am.â
âWhat a good girl.â Levi leans back and shoves his trousers down to his knees. When those are done away with, sticky white cum cakes his thighs in places. His wet cock is still half-hard.
You start craving your fingers.
âHoney,â you cry softly. ââm I making you feel better?â
That same pillow is laid long-ways between his round thighs. His hand runs down yours, once again guiding your slippery palm. âYeah. âCourse you are.â
He shuffles back down again and presses a trail of quick, sticky kisses until his tongue lathering your slit, licking around your fingers.
âOh my god, fuck!â
Levi grunts. His head lifts, and he spits on your pussy. Three fingers bury inside.
âRelax.â He takes your hand and gives your knuckles a kiss before planting your hand back in his hair. âJust keep coming for me.â
In a sudden shift, his head bows and licks into your hole, joining his fingers again. His palms keep your thighs where he wants them.
You fucking plan to.
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