#nickfic

You give your head a little shake and tune back into the larger conversation at hand just in time to hear Connie exclaim, “We should all celebrate with a little treat for ourselves!” 

Reiner's brow furrow, “Like what?” He asks. 

“You know, something we've been wanting or missing! We've hardly had any time to ourselves this past year but now that we're done, we can indulge in the little things again.” Connie rests his chin in his hand, staring into space with a dreamy look on his face.

You take the bait, “So how will you be treating yourself, then?” 

Connie brightens instantly, “I'm going to go to the local animal shelter we set up a few months ago and I'm going to pet every dog these grubby hands can touch.” He flexes his fingers dramatically. 

The suggestion is so ridiculous, you almost want to laugh but he's so sincere that you smile warmly instead. “That sounds great, Connie. A perfect celebration for you.” 

“I'd like to see the ocean.” Armin chimes in, “Really see it and explore you know?” 

“I also want to see the ocean.” Annie murmurs directly into the mug that she is gripping with two sets of white knuckles. 

“What?” Reiner turns to Annie with a confused frown stretching his face, “In all of the years I've known you, you've never once expressed any desire to-” he cuts off with a pained grunt, caused by Jean's swift kick to his shin under the table. 

“That works out perfectly, then.” Jean states loudly. He looks pointedly at Reiner and he continues, “Armin and Annie can go to the ocean. Together.” 

For a minute, you're afraid that Reiner will continue to question Annie's sudden interest in the sea but his face morphs slowly from lost confusion to dawning understanding and he keeps his mouth shut. It feels like the whole table breathes a sigh of relief. 

“I'd like to go back to Paradis.” Mikasa says quietly, “Back to Shiganshina. I want to see the tree where we. . .” She trails off, blinking rapidly and turning her face to the side. 

Something in your heart twists at her simple wish. You all carry emotional trauma but none as harrowing as Mikasa's. You’d like to think that healing is just a matter of time for all of you but part of you already knows that Mikasa never truly will. 

Jean slowly slides a hand on top of hers, resting on her lap. He speaks with gentleness that you didn’t know he was capable of, “I'd like to go home too. See where my house once stood. Visit Historia maybe.” 

Mikasa nods wordlessly and leans into Jean's shoulder. You wonder how long that has been going on. You catch Levi's eye and raise a questioning brow. He merely shrugs in response. 

The conversation drifts on - Reiner says he wants to take Gaby and Falco to a carnival a few towns over, Pieck's wish is to learn to knit so she can make her own sweaters, Onyankapon considers taking up sailing, and Levi refuses to answer. 

When the question is turned on you, you freeze momentarily, thinking of all the many things that you have wanted and wished for over the past year, things that are lost forever and things that you believed you would never have again. Mostly, you are desperately trying to avoid the thought that your biggest desire is currently sitting across from you, scowling at every scratch and stain on the table like they’ve personally offended them. With his inclination toward cleanliness, they probably have. Suddenly you know exactly what you want. You desperately want to replace the look with a smile. You'd trade the world to see him happy and healthy and yours. 

You can't fully admit that yourself, let alone everyone else, so you take a deep breath and push it all back down. You look up with a grin, “There was this bakery that we went to when we first came to Marley. Do you remember it? Sasha had to be physically restrained by these two bozos,” you jerk your thumb over towards Jean and Connie who are sporting bittersweet smiles at the memory. “Anyway,” you press on, “they sold these things - candied apples I think they were called - and they looked absolutely divine. I didn't have time to try one then but I've always wanted to. The bakery was destroyed in the Rumbling though, so I think I missed my chance.” You let out a dramatic sigh to sell the story. 

“Nah,” Onyankapon claps you on the back, “You can find candied apples plenty of other places, never fear, my friend.” 

“Good to know,” you smile at him and then turn to the table at large, “Next round is on me!” 

A cheer goes up around the table and the night drifts forward, conversations getting less serious, and much harder to follow due to the flowing alcohol, as the time passes. 

Eventually, you find yourself walking Levi home, just as you've done every night since he found an apartment and settled here. At first, it was because he needed help with simple tasks as he learned to adjust to his wheelchair. He stopped needing that help long ago. You tell yourself you kept coming out of a force of habit. You almost succeed in convincing yourself that it has nothing to do with the silly crush you've been nursing since you joined the scouts all those years ago. 

The space between the two of you is completely silent but it is a comfortable silence - one born of years of trust and companionship. You hum softly to yourself as you fill his kettle and set it on the stove, turning the gas on with a flick of your wrist. Next, you pull his favored tea leaves out of the box next to the sink and grab a well-loved teacup from a high cupboard. With nothing to do now except wait for the water to boil, you turn your attention back to Levi. 

He's still in his wheelchair, back turned to you, watching the fireflies twinkle beyond the window behind the kitchen table. 

“Levi?” You ask. 

He grunts in response. 

You roll your eyes at the back of his head but attempt to make conversation with him anyway, “You never answered Connie's question.” 

He sighs, “What question?” 

“The one about how you'd treat yourself now that the bulk of our work is finished.” 

“It's never finished.” 

“Yes, I'm aware. But I don't think it's so wrong to celebrate the little victories. To give yourself small rewards.” 

“Like candied apples.” 

Your face flames at the reminder of your less than honest response. You clear your throat, “Yes, like candied apples.” 

Levi sighs again, “I don't have anything like that.”

“No?” You question, “No fancy tea blends? Or specialized cleaning supplies?” He shoots you a glare over his shoulder but you giggle and continue, “No foods you want to try or places you want to see?” 

“No.” His voice is gruff but still you press on. 

“Come on Levi, there's got to be something you want. Some kind of guilty pleasure or secret desire that you've always wanted to indulge in.” 

He says your name sharply. Then, “There's nothing like that for me. Nothing I can have anyway.” 

The last sentence is directed to the floor in a whisper-quiet voice but you still catch it. “Oh?” You grin smugly and approach him with steady even steps, “So there is something you want, you just don't think you can have it.” 

“Drop it.” His tone is firm and might have scared you off a few years ago. These days you know that he's mostly bark with very little bite. 

You round his wheelchair and move to stand in front of him, “What could it be that makes you so defensive?” You tap your chin in thought, “Is it something embarrassing?” 

Levi whispers your name darkly. 

“Oh maybe it's something childish or overly sweet? Something unexpected for a man so serious?” 

He repeats your name with considerably more urgency. 

You don't stop, “Maybe it's something to do with a really strange hobby. Oh, or maybe-” 

“It's you.” 

You blink at him dumbly, sure you've misheard or misunderstood. “Pardon?” you ask. 

Levi gives his eyes another roll before looking you dead in the eye. “It's you.” He repeats, then elaborates, “It's you that I want. That I've wanted. That I wish I could indulge in. It's always been you.” 

You barely have the mental capacity to wonder if you've finally lost your goddamn mind and you certainly have no ability to provide any kind of response. The silence stretches on for just a moment too long. 

Levi turns his head away with a huff and grumbles, “Are you happy now?” 

“I'm sure I will be once I regain the ability to think.” Your breathing has picked up and you can feel your heartbeat fluttering in your throat as you try to comprehend what you just heard. You find yourself fixated on one thing in particular though, “God, Levi, did you really think you couldn't have me? I've been more yours than my own for I don't even know how long at this point.” 

At that, Levi turns back to you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. It could be the beginning of a smile or a smirk but it's too soon to tell which just yet. “Yeah?” He asks. 

Your confirmation is breathless, “Yeah.” 

His face lights up - it's definitely a smirk - as he crooks two fingers at you. “Come here then.” He nearly growls. 

You can't even begin to imagine a world where you do not follow that command so you do, feet carrying you the scant few centimeters until your knees brush his. 

Your head is spinning and your heart is out of control and you can't form a single coherent thought other than how beautiful this man looks. You have no idea where to go from here. 

Apparently, Levi does. 

Sturdy calloused hands grip your waist securely and yank you down, directly onto his lap. Your legs part on instinct, each bended knee finding a home wedged between the warmth of Levi's thighs and the cold metal rungs of the chair. You scoot forward a little to ensure that you aren't putting any weight on his bad knee and he grunts, rolling his eyes back slightly. 

The new position has you breathing in each other's air, your noses nearly brushing. A small wiggle also lets you know that your hips have aligned just so and that Levi is very much turned on right now. You’re glad you’re not the only one. Still, even with the proof pulsing warm and thick between your thighs, you have to ask, “So, just to clarify, when you said you want me, did you mean, like, in a platonic friendship way or. . . .” 

Levi hums low in his throat and leans forward the smallest amount to wrap his lips around the pulse point jumping in your neck. His tongue, teeth, and lips all work at the spot until you are certain a bruise has formed. 

He pulls back to watch your face with pupils dilated nearly wholly black and says, “I meant that I want to take you to my bedroom down the hall and fuck you deep into the mattress until your legs stop working.” 

You’re not sure what a heart attack feels like but you are 95% sure you’re having some kind of cardiac event right now. “Oh, um okay, I think we can do that,” you squeal a little as he moves to the other side of your neck. “Anything else?” 

“There's also the kitchen counter, and the sofa, and the wall, and the shower, and the floor.” You let out a small laugh but it quickly turns into a moan as Levi begins sucking on a spot behind your ear. 

“Is that all?” You pant into his hair. 

“No.” You think that the one word response is all that you will get - Levi is rarely a man of many words - but he keeps going, “I want to taste you.” Levi groans into your skin, “All of you.” He's nipping at your collar bones now and you are embarrassingly wet. You wonder if he can feel it through all of the layers of clothing between you. “I want to touch you.” His hands start doing just that- sliding up and down your sides firmly and deliberately over your thin shirt. “I want whatever you're willing to give me, however and whenever you're willing to give it.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at you. “I just want you.” 

In a moment that feels almost poetic in its timing, the kettle begins to whistle, the piercing shriek filling the room and drowning out the embarrassing whimpers that are falling from your lips. You're not sure whether you should feel relieved or let down by the kettle - you're half-convinced that if it hadn't gone off, you would have cum right there in Levi's lap, untouched and fully clothed. You're not sure how to feel about that. 

Still feeling a little dumbfounded, you scramble off of Levi to put a stop to the noise, stumbling like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs. “Please please please hold on to that thought,” you beg as you frantically rip the kettle off of the stove and turn off the gas. You’re looking for somewhere to place the hot metal, desperate to return to Levi’s lap, and are failing spectacularly at coming up with any kind of sensible plan. You’re so distracted by your dilemma that you jump when you feel Levi’s clever fingers pry your own from the handle. In your panicked haste, you hadn’t noticed him rise from his chair and approach you. He sets the kettle back on the stove, having the sense that you lacked to set it on a different, unheated burner, and you set about putting the cup and unused tea leaves away. You’re just barely beginning to grab at the cup with fumbling hands when you're stopped dead by the feeling of Levi’s breath on your neck and the sound of his voice right next to your ear, saying your name in a downright sultry whisper. 

“Leave the dam cup,” He orders in a purr, “and take me to bed.” 

The shock of Levi being willing to leave a mess behind, no matter how small, is almost enough to shake you out of your lust-induced stupor but his hands kneading at your waist in increasingly aggressive grabbing motions pulls you back under rather effectively. You do your best not to collapse against him completely - you know it’s dangerous for his injured knee - but standing has become incredibly difficult. In lieu of anywhere else to go, you sway forward and brace your hands on the kitchen counter in front of you. 

“Levi.” It’s all you can manage and it comes out sounding strained and wispy. When he replies with your name, it is the total opposite: Growly and almost taunting in the way it lilts up at the end. 

You feel him lean over you, pressing his body to yours, slotting neatly into each dip and curve, molding himself to you. You can scarcely breathe but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he starts sucking bruising kisses into the side of your neck and drawing his teeth along your jugular. 

“Okay,” You steel yourself and push up from the counter, “Bed. Yeah, let’s - bed.” 

You feel Levi smile against the skin of your throat. He peels himself off of you and grabs your hand, pulling you down the hall without a word. 

Words remain in short supply once you reach his bedroom, mouths too busy working over each other’s skin. At some point, you lose your blouse and skirt and Levi’s shirt is quick to join them on the floor. You are vaguely aware of being pushed onto the bed but the rush of freefall is too entangled with the rush of Levi's lips sucking more bruises across your clavicle for you to tell the difference between the two. Once you’re settled atop his duvet, he moves lower, mouthing at the tops of your breasts and kneading them through the material of your bra with both hands. It is too much and not enough all at once. 

You push his hands away and tug at the garment. “Off,” you whine. 

Levi is quick to obey, sliding the straps down your arms and reaching underneath you to undo the closures. With the bra gone, you can feel the callouses from many years of ODM use scratching against the soft skin of your breasts while he continues to squeeze and grab at them. The roughness of his hands contrasts with the buttery-softness of his lips and tongue as he laves over your nipples and it feels like you're floating. You are, once again, in serious danger of cumming much too easily and much too soon. 

Levi comes up for air with a strangled gasp and, just like with the kettle, you’re not sure whether to be grateful or horribly disappointed at his timing. He looks at you for a moment, eyes flitting between your own. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a fevered, “Holy fucking shit,” before he dives back down. He lands below your chest this time and pecks kisses along your stomach before moving further south. His hands have traveled with him and are now forcefully holding your hips down while he kisses along the waistband of your panties. They snap against your skin as he pinches the material with his teeth and releases it. He rests his chin on your hipbone and looks up at you with a smirk as he repeats your earlier request, “Off.” 

Your hips lift as if they’re being pulled by some magnetic force and Levi slides the flimsy, and embarrassingly dampened, material off of your legs in one smooth motion. He groans and slides his hands up and down your thighs, staring at your soaked center. With a lurch forward, he gives you a quick kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth for just a moment, before dropping down between your parted legs. He keeps his tongue equally busy there, alternating between dragging agonizingly slow between your folds and flicking swiftly over your clit. Your head spins as he vacillates between the two motions, unsure of where you want him most. 

After a particularly sharp swirl against your entrance, your hands raise up towards his hair. You catch them at the last moment and fist them in the sheets at your side instead. Levi notices. He positively growls into your cunt and reaches out with both hands to grab one of your wrists in each. He brings them to his head without stopping the motions of his mouth. You tentatively curl your fingers into his hair and when you tense them slightly, he makes a satisfied humming sound that zips throughout your core and sparks up your entire nervous system . Your back arches and you push his face further into your pussy, desperate to feel it again. 

Levi adds his fingers to the mix, circling and pushing slightly against your hole while his mouth moves to focus on your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as his fingers press further and further into your wet heat. He crooks them and hits a spot that makes your eyes roll back. He pauses his ministrations to huff a small pleased laugh at the reaction and then does it again. And again.

You back flies off of the bed in a sharp arch as he continues his assault with his fingers and mouth. You're pulling his hair and slamming his face into your heat and you know it can’t be comfortable but you don’t think he minds too much based on the way he doubles down, increasing speed and intensity in his thrusting and sucking. It builds rapidly until it destroys you. You fall apart over his fingers and mouth, letting loose a scream that drowns out the squelching of his fingers and the slurping of his tongue. You’re not sure how long it lasts, how long you lie there with your hips thrust skyward, eyes closed, mouth agape, and fingers knotted in Levi’s silky black locks. It feels like hours but you know it was probably only a minute or two. 

When you regain your breath and open your eyes, dropping your ass back to the mattress, Levi emerges from between your thighs. His hair is mussed, sticking up in all directions, his pupils are blown wide with lust, and the lower half of his face is shining with your release. You’ve never seen him look so messy. You’ve never seen him look so good. You just came harder than you have ever cum in your life but you still want him. 

“C’mere.” It barely makes it out of your wrecked throat but Levi smiles softly at you and moves to kneel on either side of your waist. When he leans down to kiss you again, you can taste yourself on his tongue. You groan into his open mouth, desperate for more. He hinges his hips, pressing his clothed length against your throbbing center and you both sigh at the feeling. He raises his hips, aiming to push against you once more, but he freezes and flinches in pain instead. The lust clouding your brains clears instantly, making room for concern instead. You reach up to cup his face tenderly, “Your knee?” You guess.

You just barely catch the frustrated look on his face before he drops it into your cleavage. “Yeah.” He confirms with a sigh, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck you into the mattress the way I wanted to. I’m sorry.” 

You pet his head softly, smoothing out the strands that you had put into such disarray. “That’s okay. You had plenty of other ideas anyway, right?” 

He gives a short bitter laugh. “I don’t know how possible any of those other ideas are going to be with my knee like this.” 

You hum. “Well I have an idea.” 

He lifts his head to look at you, “Do you, now?”

“I do.” You grin at him, “I am very vested in making your celebratory indulgence wish come true.” 

He returns your smile, “Let’s hear it, then.” 

“Hmm. I think I’d rather show you.” Without waiting for his response, you push him off of you onto his back and clamber over him. You straddle him, planting your hands on his chest and push your hips lightly into the tented crotch of his pants. A shocked gasp leaves his lips and you smile hugely. “Knee feel okay?” You ask. 

“Yeah.” It comes out strained, causing your smile to grow even more.

“Well then,” you say as you rock back against him again, “I think we should take these pants off and get the rest of you feeling okay too.” 

You move to unfasten them but are stopped by his hands on your waist and his breathless voice, “Wait, wait.” He pulls on your waist, trying to drag your body up towards his chest. “Come up here.” 

You're confused by the request but he looks so desperate that you follow it anyway, scooting up to settle below his pecks. Levi rolls his eyes and gives your waist another tug, “No,” he scolds, jerking his chin upwards, “Up here.” 

You blink stupidly as his meaning registers, “Levi you don’t have to-”

He cuts you off, “This is my wish fulfillment, isn’t it?”

You flush at the reminder “Well yes but-”

“This is what I wish for. More than anything. So indulge me,” he tugs your waist a final time, “And sit on my face.” He punctuates the mind-melting sentence with a sharp tug down, forcing you to settle over the lower half of his face. 

You gasp, lurching forward to steady yourself against the curved edge of the headboard in front of you. Levi wraps his arms around your thighs, securing you against him with your pussy dripping into his mouth and his nose brushing against your clit. 

He gets to work immediately, tongue thoroughly slicking up your folds before he plunges it deep into your cunt. The sensation of him lapping at your inner walls has you folding forward, which, in turn, causes your clit to grind against the bridge of his nose. The feeling is euphoric and you can’t help but repeat the motion, humping his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. 

You briefly have the thought that you shouldn’t press so firmly against his mouth and nose or squeeze your legs so tightly on either side of his head. The thought doesn’t stand for long, powerless against the flood of ecstasy that Levi brings you. It consumes you completely. Inhuman noises are ripped from your throat as he works faster, swirling his tongue inside you and raising his hands to cup your asscheeks, encouraging your grinding motions. 

Your second orgasm hits you all at once and you swear you're vibrating with the force of it as it spreads from your core to your extremities. You push yourself back to free Levi, settling at the top of his chest and leaning back with your hands planted beside his hips. He hums softly at the loss, chasing you to plant a chaste kiss at the top of your pubic mound. You smile at the sweet gesture and take a deep, rather shaky, breath. 

Slowly and deliberately, you reach behind you to teasingly rub a hand up and down his still-clothed cock, keeping eye contact the entire time. “You ready to let me take care of this now?” 

Levi bites his lip, still smeared with your release, and groans deeply. He reaches around you to unfasten his pants and begins to frantically kick them off. “I won’t last long.” He warns. 

You raise an eyebrow and ask incredulously, “And you think I will?” You scoot back enough to be able to lean down to kiss him, wiping at the mess across his cheeks absentmindedly as you do. “I can barely feel my legs and my heart is in overdrive. Levi, you’ve ruined me.” You sigh against his lips. “In the best way.” 

Inching slowly, you make sure to rub yourself against him all the way down to his lap, leaving a trail of his saliva and your cum in your wake. You give a little wiggle once you are positioned above his cock, jostling the appendage and causing it to twitch under you. Levi whimpers, an almost pathetic sound. 

“Please.” He pleads against your mouth as you lean down once more. 

It’s your turn to smirk, “Please what?” you ask. 

Something in his eyes sharpens and he replies in a raspy voice that is enough to get you wet all over again, “Sit on my cock and ride me for all that you’re worth.” 

Your breath hitches and you do your best to keep your voice level when you respond, “Well, this is your wish fulfilment after all.” 

Without further ado, you reach behind you to grasp his still twitching cock and hold it upright. You hesitate for just a moment before you move your hips down - he’s of average length but he is thick, and you worry about fitting all of that girth inside of you. It quickly becomes clear that you had no need to fret. Levi had prepped you well with his hands and his tongue and the stretch is pleasurably bearable. It is a tight fit, though - you can feel every ridge and crease of him as he pulls your hips down with a bruising grip on your waist, pushing himself as deep as possible. Your eyes roll back when he bottoms out, the plush head of his length brushing against a spot that ignites a fire in your lower belly. A strung-out groan drops from your gaping mouth and you hold yourself there for several seconds, reveling in the feeling of being stuffed full of Levi. 

Levi squeezes your waist in a silent command to move and you follow it without hesitation. You are determined to make this good for him, so you give it all you’ve got, lifting to the tip and dropping back down to the hilt in a steady, forceful pace. You lean back, bracing your hands behind you for better leverage, and let your head drop back as well. Your thighs burn and you are panting like a dog in heat but you do not allow yourself to stop. 

Levi keeps his hands busy, sliding from your waist, to your ass, to your thighs, and all the way up to your breasts, repeating the cycle over and over again, squeezing, caressing, and - in the case of your nipples, pinching - everywhere his hands trail. Eventually, one of his hands snakes its way down to your clit which has been bumping roughly against his abdomen with each bounce of your hips. He curls his fingers at the base of his dick at an angle that ensures you hit them with each drop instead. The digits swirl against the bundle of nerves in seamless dance. The feeling is too much for you and your rhythm stutters. You can feel your walls clenching around his length as you pause, gasping for air. Violent tremors wrack your body with each brush of his fingers and you feel yourself rushing toward a third orgasm. 

You give a weary attempt to continue your previous rhythm despite your fucked-out and overwhelmed state. Levi catches onto your exhaustion and grips your hips firmly. With his immense strength, he does the work for you - lifting you and slamming you back onto his cock in a perfect rhythm. You groan as you pick up the task of rubbing your clit and within seconds, you are cumming all over Levi’s cock with tears streaming down your face. A few more thrusts and Levi follows, emptying inside of you in a rush of warmth.  

You collapse against his chest, concerns about his health be damned, and for a while, the both of you just lie there, panting against each other’s slightly sweaty skin. Levi is the first to break the silence, huffing against your hair before saying, “Fuck, now we have to find you some candied apples.”

A confused frown mars your face as you tilt your head to look up at him. “Huh?” you ask. 

He frowns back at you, “You did such a good job of fulfilling my wish, I'd feel shitty if we didn’t do the same for you. We’ll search every bakery in town tomorrow.” 

He reaches up to brush a few stray hairs but you make it difficult for him when you start moving, pushing yourself up to better see him. You rest your elbows on the tangled sheets near his head and hover over him as you admonish him. “You’re such an idiot.” 

He opens his mouth to protest but you plow on. 

“You really think my number one wish, the thing I wanted most, was fucking candied apples?” You look at him incredulously and find yourself laughing softly at his furrowed brow. “Levi,” you say with all of the love and patience in the word. His lips lift at the sound of it and you mirror the expression. “I only said apples because I had to give them something. My real wish was this.” 

Levi raises an eyebrow, “‘This’ as in. . . ?” He trails off, glancing down to wear the two of you are still joined, his release leaking out of you around his cock in a steady stream.

“No!” You swat playfully at his arm and he laughs, full-bodied and loud. 

“Well maybe a little.” you admit once he quiets. You reach up to trace the smile on his lips and continue, “But what I was really thinking about was this. Your smile.” He kisses your finger as it makes another pass. “My wish would be to see you smile, as often and as brightly as possible. To see you happy and healthy and safe. And,” you look down in embarrassment, “I really wanted to be the one to make you happy.” 

Levi gently cups your face to reestablish eye contact. The look on his face is everything you could have possibly dreamed of - Happy and relaxed. Maybe even in love. “You do make me happy,” he whispers to you. 

He pulls you down for a kiss. It's slow and measured and absolutely perfect. You hum as you separate and settle back against his chest. 

“Levi?” You ask after a scant few minutes have passed. 

“Yes?” 

“Can we still get candied apples tomorrow?” 

He laughs and you feel it reverberate through his chest. You can’t help the grin that the sound of his happiness draws from you and bury your head between his pectorals, eager to hear more. 

You are naked in Levi's bed and he is also naked - you know because you can currently feel every part of him - and he is spooning you. Granted, it's to be expected considering you'd had sex with him last night but that was last night - it was heated, and passionate, and dark. Now the sun is lighting up the room brilliantly and everything is calm and slow. You somehow feel more exposed than you did last night when Levi was literally inside of you. All of your insecurities make themselves known as you consider all possible reactions that Levi may have to you now that the frenzied lust has run its course. 

You decide that you don’t want to face any of them. Your pulse jumps and you wiggle slightly, trying to loosen Levi's hold so you can get up and dressed without waking him. Lucky for you, Levi's shirt landed close by in your frantic undressing last night. You can see it crumpled on the floor just a few feet away from the edge of the bed where you lie. 

Unlucky for you, Levi is an incredibly light sleeper. 

You manage to scoot a whopping 3 inches away before he stirs and pulls you flush against him once more. He huffs a small whine against the back of your neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin as he exhales and mumbles your name. 

“Levi.” It comes out in a strained puff. Your entire body tenses, temporarily frozen in panic.   

“‘S'too early.” He grumbles in your hair. 

A nervous laugh pushes past your lips as he digs his fingers into your (re: very bare) waist, “I'm sorry I woke you.” You gasp. Your body kicks back into drive and you wriggle uselessly against the steel trap of his arms, “I just need to get something and I'll be back, I promise.” 

The long-suffering sigh he lets out ruffles the hairs around your ear. “Whaddaya need?” He slurs. 

Your squirming does not stop though you know your strength is no match for his, “A shirt.” 

“A shirt?” You feel his lips move into a frown at the top of your spine. He sounds more alert when he asks, “Why do you need a shirt?” 

Heat floods your face and you finally relent- collapsing back into the warm and soft sheets in an attempt to further hide your face. The fabric muffles your response, “Because I'm completely nude Levi.” 

A slow hand winds its way up and down your flank and his voice drops low, “Believe me, I'm aware.” He pauses his ministrations, which is very good for your sanity, and says “You wanna explain to me why that's a problem?” 

Your voice squeaks and you have to clear it twice before answering, “Well, I just, uh, I think it would be, um, more comfortable in a shirt, you know? I mean, I love a good comfy t-shirt. Did I ever tell you about the time hange burned one of my favorites? She was doing one of her ridiculous experiments and, of course, it went horribly wrong. So what happened was-” 

Levi cuts in with your name. “You're rambling. You only ramble when you're nervous.” 

“Oh.” It's not very eloquent but it's all you can come up with at the moment. 

“Yeah.” Levi sits up slightly, leaning on his left arm. He uses his right to grip your shoulder and turn you onto your back. He's smirking and you feel your face flame further at the self-satisfied expression. “Am I making you nervous?” He asks playfully. 

He trails his eyes deliberately up and down your form, thankfully still covered by the sheets. You squirm a little under the heat of his gaze and look away. Levi notices. He raises an incredulous eyebrow, “Are you seriously feeling shy right now? After everything we got up to last night?” 

You still can't bring yourself to look at him fully but you do see his smirk melt into a frown as he says your name and reaches to turn your face toward him. “Talk to me. Please.” 

Your eyes well and the nervous rambling starts up again before you can find the brakes, “I guess I'm just feeling vulnerable because I know my body isn't, um, well it's - there are parts that I know aren't, uh, shaped the way you'd like them to be. And it's not. . . Not appealing or pleasing or whatever. And I know that that didn't stop you last night but it's different now. Last night was rushed and there was so much going on that you couldn’t really pay close attention and it was dark so you couldn't see anyway. But now it's slow and it's bright and I feel. . . Insecure.” 

You had given your speech to some point on the ceiling but he catches your gaze again when he moves slowly to hover over you, one hand above each shoulder and knees planted outside of your thighs. His frown has nearly doubled in size and he sounds almost angry when he says, “That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard.” 

You frown back at him but before you can come up with a retort, he continues, “Your body is shaped perfectly and I wouldn't want to change a single part of it.” He lowers his hips and leans forward, pressing the full thick length of himself into your hip and upper thigh, “And I find it very appealing.” He punctuates the statement with a small thrust that makes your mouth go dry. 

He keeps his face inches from yours as he presses on, “Last night was rushed because I was so excited to finally see and touch you the way I've always wanted to that I couldn't hold myself back. But thinking that I wasn't paying attention despite that is pure,” He gives your lips a swift peck and thrusts into your hip again, “fucking,” another peck and thrust, “stupidity.” 

“I was paying attention.” He gives you a much deeper kiss this time, tongue sliding past the barrier of your lips to trace the inside of your mouth. Your eyes fall shut and you stretch up into the kiss but Levi breaks it before you can truly lose yourself in it. 

He moves his lips to your ear and his voice husks, “I was paying attention to the adorable little dimples at the base of your spine.” His left hand slips between your back and the mattress to press into the named features gently. 

“I was paying attention to the birth mark on your hip.” He ducks his head down to lick and suck at the ink stain that sprawls across your right hip. He leaves it with a kiss before returning to your ear, “I was paying attention to the freckles sprinkled here,” he kisses the balls of both shoulders, “and here,” his lips dance across your collar bone, “and even the few scattered here,” he noses into the soft skin of your stomach.

The sheets waterfall off his back and pool at the foot of the bed as he rises to his haunches, leaving both of you completely bared to one another. There is a shuffling noise as he slides back to kiss your left calf, “I caught this scar,” he traces the jagged pink line with his tongue before moving to kiss the inside of your right knee, “and this one,” he lifts your left hand, kissing a burn mark on your pointer finger left by a kitchen mishap last week, “and this - though I don't think this one will scar.” 

He pauses to study you for a while, taking in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. A wry smile spreads across his face and his eyes lower. He dips his head to your waist, kissing up and down both sides. “I remember how your heartbeat picked up when I kissed you here,” he moves to your chest, swirling a tongue around one nipple before moving to the next, “and I could really hear it race here, but my favorite was the sound you made when I kissed you here.” He lunges forward and sucks a bruise into a spot below your ear. Sure enough, you squeal and push up into him, desperately chasing the pleasure now thrumming in your veins. 

He pulls away grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Although it is hard to pick a favorite. There are so many other wonderful places that gave me such beautiful sounds too." His fingers drum softly on your mound, just short of where you suddenly find yourself needing them to be. You hold your breath in anticipation of them sliding lower and delivering mind-numbing pleasure, the way they did last night. Your eyes roll back and a broken moan escapes at the mere memory of it. 

You hear Levi chuckle above you but his fingers don't move south as you expected, instead they travel up and cup your face softly, like it’s something to be treasured. 

“Look at me.” He whispers and you do - how could you not when he asks so reverently? When you open your eyes, you find a look of complete adoration in his. “Do you understand?” He asks. 

You're not sure you do but you nod dumbly anyway. You'd agree to anything with him staring at you like this. He laughs lowly and gives your face a gentle shake. “Listen. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He says it with enough conviction to make you believe it despite your previous insecurities. “I was looking last night. And every night before that. Every chance I had. I know exactly what you look like - I’ve burned it into my memory. But if you'll let me, I'd be happy to give you a more thorough study now and share any new findings with you.” 

He sucks gently at your jawline as he waits for an answer. The only one you are capable of giving at the moment is a frantic nod. He shakes his head and demands, “I need to hear it, love.” 

You push past the lump in your throat and gasp, “Yes, Levi!” 

The phrase is repeated over and over again as Levi keeps good on his promise, spending the rest of the morning - and part of the afternoon as well - studiously rediscovering each and every part of your body that he, evidently, already knows so well. 

This wasn’t the first of Levi’s work events that you attended on his arm but it was the most formal. While his coworkers had interacted with you plenty of times in the past, they had never seen quite so much skin and you were drawing a great deal of appreciative stares from your boyfriend’s male cohorts. Appreciative stares that Levi did not appreciate at all. 

You’d even caught Erwin, straight-laced and morally upstanding to a fault, stealing a glance below your neckline. Unfortunately, Levi had caught it too. You thought he was going to pop a blood vessel. You’re still not sure that he won’t before the night is through. 

A disgruntled, “Tch”, is all you get in response to your comment. 

You breathe a sigh and gently unwind Levi’s fingers from where they’re wrapped around the champagne flute in death grip. “I’m serious,” you set the rescued glass on the bar behind you, “You need to relax.” 

“I’ll relax when we get home where no one is appraising you like a damn piece of meat and I can get that infuriating dress off of you.” His voice is low and dark and he’s actually pouting. 

“Well,” You intertwine your fingers in his now free hand and wrap your other arm snugly around his bicep, pressing your mostly exposed chest to his arm. “I certainly hope that you don’t feel too relaxed when you're taking my clothes off.” 

He huffs your name and rolls his eyes. You’d tease him further but you don’t get a chance. You’re being approached by the next target of Levi’s glare: A tall broad-shouldered man with wavy blonde hair and a scruffy beard. 

“Fuck off, Jaeger.” 

Zeke laughs, a full-bellied fake thing that makes your skin crawl. Of Levi’s associates, Zeke is by far your least favorite. “Ever the charmer, Levi.” Zeke flashes a smile at you and winks like you’re in on some joke together. “Apparently charming enough to trap this alluring creature on your arm. Who knew you had it in you? Hard to imagine how you can be so bitter at work when you're coming home to something so sweet.” He turns to face you fully. “You’ve certainly got this room in a tizzy. Levi should bring you around more often. Especially when you’re dressed like that.” 

“Zeke, I swear-” 

“Mr. Jaeger,” you cut your boyfriend off smoothly. “I’m flattered. Levi helped me pick this dress out. He has great taste, doesn’t he?” You run your hands down the length of your abdomen and Zeke’s gaze follows. You swallow the bile it elicits. 

“Well I can’t argue that when he’s chosen you as your date. Though I do feel that yours may be in question.” 

Levi is vibrating with anger under your touch but you give his bicep a squeeze to placate him before speaking, “Oh? You think I could do better?” 

Zeke’s eyes - bright blue and intelligent - sparkle with mirth behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Yeah, I think you could.”

You give Levi an appraising look, scanning him from head to toe. You ignore the fierce side-eye he gives as you do so. “Hmmm. I suppose it’s something to consider, Mr. Jaeger.” 

A feral grin slowly spreads across Zeke’s face. “I’ll be here waiting once you’re ready to move up, sweetheart.” 

You cock your head and furrow your brow, “I’m sorry but you will be waiting?”  

“Most certainly.”

“But, Mr. Jaeger, I thought the idea was to be moving up, not down.” 

The smile slips from Zeke’s lips like oil through the cracks in the pavement. “You look like a sweet little thing but I’m beginning to suspect that you might be just as sour as your man here.” 

“Yes, well, appearances can be deceiving. After all, you look like a gentleman with your rented suit and your cute little pocket square but here you are, behaving and reeking like a pig.” You wiggle your nose for effect. “Goodnight, Mr. Jaeger” 

You steer Levi away gently to find a seat at a table on the outskirts of the dance floor. Your feet are aching in your heels and you’re still annoyed by your conversation with Zeke so you really just want to sit down but Levi grabs your wrists before you get the chance. He pulls you against his body with bruising force and it’s almost indecent the way the lines of your bodies press against each other in this open public space. You have half a mind to push away from him but the thought flees your brain when Levi presses his lips to yours. The kiss is demanding and rough and you melt into it immediately. It stops all too soon and then Levi is cradling your face in his hands as he husks, “I fucking love you.” 

The dry statement breaks the sexual tension and you laugh. “Alright, down boy.” You earn another eye-roll. “I’m going to head to the bathroom to fix whatever havok you just wreaked on my lipstick. Behave yourself, please.” 

“Don’t take too long. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.” The gruffness is back and so is the pout. You kiss it softly before turning to walk away. 

As you do, you catch the tail end of a conversation between two men who are far too old to be looking at you the way they are. All you can make out is something about a “fine piece of ass” and a “helluva display”. You wince when you hear one of them clap Levi on the shoulder and say something about “sharing the goods”. That can't have gone over well. 

You push it down and march to the bathroom with your head held high. It's mercifully empty and quiet and you breathe a sigh of relief. Leaning against the cool marble counter, you check your reflection in the mirror and swipe at the lipstick that Levi smeared across your lips in his aggressive reclamation of your attention. You think about how frustrated he's been tonight and feel a little guilty for putting him in this position no matter how unintentional it was. Maybe having you out of the picture for a few minutes will give him a chance to cool down. 

The door slams open with a bang. Or maybe not, you think as you see Levi standing in the doorframe, face flushed with fury. He crosses the room in two stomping strides allowing the door to swing shut behind him.

“Levi what are you-” you don't get any further before his lips are on yours. While his kiss earlier was hungry, this one is ravenous. He crowds you back against the counter as his tongue plunges into the cavern of your mouth. He tastes like the champagne you’ve both been drinking and you think you could get drunk off of his kisses alone. You’re not sure how long it has been before you finally break for air but it must have been a while because you find yourself gulping great mouth-fulls of air. Levi apparently does not feel the same need for oxygen and simply moves his ministrations to your neck and clavicle. You moan raggedly when he sucks a mark under your ear and it seems to push him over some ledge you hadn’t known he was standing on. 

His hands band around your waist and he lifts you onto the counter with a low grunt, keeping his mouth on your skin the whole time. Blood roars in your ears at the sensation and your legs automatically wrap around his waist when he steps between them. 

The new position puts your chest directly in front of his face and he dives into your cleavage, laving the exposed expanse with his tongue. His hands rise to knead and grope at the covered mounds on either side of his head and your own head thumps back against the mirror at the sensation of warmth and wetness that Levi trails across your skin. 

“Levi,” You try again, sounding breathless and ruined, “What - what are you doing?” 

“All these fucking pigs, undressing you with their eyes.” His voice is muffled by your tits and almost drowned out completely by the high-pitched keening sound you make as he deftly rolls a nipple between his fingers. He pulls away to give you a lust-laden look that makes heat pool between your legs. “I’m giving them something to look at.” 

His hands continue their near-brutal assault on your chest, his mouth working steadily at a spot in the center of your cleavage. It will bloom dark the instant he’s through, proudly displayed for all to see. You distantly think that you should maybe be ashamed, maybe stop him, but you’re so turned on that the only truly coherent thought in your head is more. 

You arch into him, desperate to be closer and he groans into your skin before turning his head to suck a new mark on the inner side of your right breast. He continues like that for what feels like hours, alternating sides and leaving shades of red and purple in his wake. Your hips begin to rock into his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothing still covering you both. You want them gone. Fumbling hands struggle to undo his belt before he yanks them away and pins them to the mirror above your head. His lips find your neck again, tongue expertly tracing over every vein. 

“Levi,” Your voice comes out in a thready whine. “Please I need-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as he bites the junction where your shoulder meets your neck.

“Got you.” The words ghost across your skin and his hands roam down the length of your body. He soothes the bite with a sensual drag of his tongue and then keeps his lips busy while his fingers move under your dress. You are so delirious with pleasure that you don’t quite understand how your lace panties are suddenly no longer on your body but are being tucked into his pocket instead. His hands slide up your thighs in a slow drag, bringing your dress with them. You suck in a breath as the cool air hits your drenched pussy and make another weak attempt to reach for his belt. He swats your hand away without looking away from your soaked folds. “No time.” 

Your lip trembles and the fire you attempt to put into your voice is doused by the desperation that you cannot keep at bay, “Bastard. You can’t,”  -hiccup- “you can’t leave me like this.” 

A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, “Oh I’m not going to leave you like this. I was just saying that I don’t have time to fuck you the way I want to.” He sucks another mark into your neck and thrusts against your center, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat. “The way you deserve to be fucked.” Another mark and another thrust. You think you’re going to go mad with lust. “That will have to wait.” This time he moves his hips slowly and deliberately, rubbing against you in a way that allows you to feel every thick, throbbing inch. “But there’s plenty of time for this.” 

Without any further warning, Levi moves his hips back and slides his fingers through your slick before plunging one into your wet heat. You gasp at the intrusion and your whole body curves up obscenely, pushing your chest towards Levi’s face. You feel his lips move against your cleavage as he murmurs, “That’s a good girl, so wet for me.” 

His point is enunciated by a squelch as a second finger joins the first. You throb as molten heat spreads through your core. His fingers move in tandem with his mouth, pushing and pulling, sucking and soothing. Your own mouth stutters over cries of “yes”, “please”, and, most frequently, “Levi”. 

You’re certain that there is not a single spot left on your chest that has not been marked and it becomes sensitive as he licks and sucks over the freshly formed bruises. A whimper of pain escapes and Levi responds by adding his thumb to the fray, brushing over your clit in decisive swipes. The pleasure washes out the pain and you are close to the edge within seconds. 

“Oh,” Your head knocks against the mirror after a particularly forceful thrust but you are too overcome to register the fresh pain. “Levi, I - please - I can’t - don’t stop-” You can’t finish a sentence but that’s okay, Levi doesn’t need you to. 

His fingers curl against your walls and he strums his thumb over your clit in tight circles. Your name comes out in a rasp against your left nipple as he commands, “Come for me.” 

Your orgasm is instantaneous and all-consuming. Blinding pleasure spreads through your body and you lose control of every muscle as they are engulfed by the sensation. Your legs spasm against the counter, shaking so hard that your left foot escapes the confines of the straps on your high heel. Cold glass chills your head as it rolls against the glass behind you and you stop breathing for a few precious minutes as your mind is wiped clear of all thoughts except one: How good Levi looks cleaning your come off of his fingers by popping them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them - slowly and purposefully. You close your eyes to give your heart a chance to get back under control and when you open them again, Levi is staring at your tits in open admiration. He gently brushes his fingers between them and you wince at the feeling. “How bad is it?” You ask him in a voice that sounds nothing short of debauched. 

Levi sucks in a breath. “It's. .  .” He kneels to fix your heel and gently lifts you from your perch on the counter. You stumble into his chest as he sets you on your feet and he smiles softly, kissing your forehead. “Take a look.” 

He spins you slowly to face the mirror, keeping his hands securely on your waist. “Levi!” you scold, though the effect is somewhat marred by how broken your voice still sounds. Your chest is a riot of color. Every single inch of skin is littered with red kiss-marks, some already beginning to bloom into shades of purple and blue. Your neck bares his marks as well, though they are more scattered up there. Your boobs were very obviously the preferred target here and Levi very clearly did not miss. 

You sigh as you straighten your dress and attempt to put your hair back in order. Levi helps smooth a few of the flyaways and once you look somewhat put together - You definitely still look like you got railed in a public bathroom but at least your tits aren’t hanging out of your dress - you stretch a hand out to Levi, palm-up. “I’ll need my underwear back, too.” 

Levi looks at you thoughtfully for one moment, then ogles your tits for two. “No.” He states, patting his pocket. “I’ll think I’ll hold on to that for now.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, well, good thing we’re going home, then.” You step close to him and gently cup him through his pants, “We have some things to take care of, after all.” 

Your left hand slowly snakes past the waistband of your soft sleep pants while your right trails upwards to play with a nipple. You pinch and twirl the bud between your fingers, giving the occasional flick with your thumb. Slowly, the nerves in your body begin to come alive. 

The index and middle fingers of your left hand find your clit and rub it gently in wide sweeping circles. A hushed gasp escapes your lips and a rush of heat lets you know that you’ve become wet from your own careful ministrations. You move your hand down to gather the slick fluid and spread it across your clit, circles growing faster and more concise. 

With the increased speed and stimulation come the visions. They’re always the same, your fantasies. Dark silky hair, a low commanding tone, piercing silver eyes, and long calloused fingers that reach all the right spots. 

A huff is punched out of your chest as your own fingers try to find those spots as well, curling against your inner walls rhythmically while your thumb takes over rubbing and grinding into your clit. The figment in your head, always the same person - the one person you absolutely cannot have - bends to whisper in your ear. 

“Good girl. So wet for me.” His breathing grows ragged as he pinches and pulls gently on your nipple with his free hand.

Outside of your fantasy, you do the same with your own right hand. 

“So pretty when you’re about to come.” His fingers speed up inside and outside of your pussy and you feel yourself brought to the edge of climax. “You’re going to, aren't you, you needy little thing?”

Your wrist throbs as you try to match the phantom’s pace. Something else throbs as well and you bite back a whimper as your legs begin to shake. 

“Go on then, come for me.” 

You feel like something breaks in you as you arch up against your hand and follow your captain’s imaginary command. Euphoria crashes over you in violent waves that wrack your body. At the height of your climax, your mouth drops open. You want to scream his name but settle for a gentle whisper instead, knowing that your bunk-mate won’t hear it in her deep sleep. 

“Okay, that is IT.” 

Or not. 

There’s a rustle of fabric as your roommate shuffles out of bed and marches to the door. You’re not sure where she’s going - maybe to a friend's room or to the couch in the common room. Either way, you’re too dazed by the lingering effects of your orgasm to be able to bring yourself to care. You do feel bad, distantly, somewhere in the back of your post-orgasm haze. You’ll apologize to her in the morning. 

With that thought, you roll over and promptly fall into a sleep filled with dreams of sturdy arms and sharp facial features. 

You don’t apologize to your bunk-mate in the morning. In fact, you don’t really see her at all as it appears that she is trying, rather successfully, to avoid you. You can’t blame her, you know that whatever conversation you have about the events of the night are going to be awkward, but you can’t help but feel frustrated at her unwillingness to have it out and done with. You resolve to go about your day and corner her after dinner.

You don’t do that either. 

Instead, you receive a disciplinary summons, delivered during your meal by a new recruit who looks scared shitless. His terror makes sense when you open it to see that Captain Levi is the one who issued it. You are to report to his office directly after dinner. 

You spend the rest of your meal frantically racking your brain for any offences you may have committed recently but you come up blank. You’ve never been late, cleaned your gear unsatisfactorily, or failed to show up for extra duties. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding? 

You jump as you realize you are one of the last people left lingering in the mess hall. It appears that dinner time is over and you have an appointment you can NOT afford to be late too. You dash down the hall to Captain Levi’s office and knock softly. 

“Enter.” 

You take a deep breath and push open the door. The captain is seated at his desk, writing something with his eyes cast on the paper in front of him. You slam your fist against your heart in salute anyway and state your name. “Reporting as requested, Sir.” 

There’s an awkward silence as Captain Levi finishes what he’s writing. Once his pen has been neatly returned to the tray at the top of his desk, he finally looks at you. His eyes slide over your form like oil over an ODM blade, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. 

You swallow heavily and his gaze catches on the hollow of your throat, following the movement as he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk in a wordless command to be seated. You sit with your knees pressed together tightly and your back ramrod straight, waiting with bated breath to be addressed. 

“Do you know why you’ve been called in here, soldier?” Levi’s voice is flat and his eyes do not leave your face for an instant. It’s rather unnerving, his instance focus. 

“No, Sir.” You state truthfully. 

Levi sighs and leans back in his chair, still surveying you closely, “I had a very unwelcome visitor last night,” he explains, “Care to tell me why your bunk-mate felt the need to complain to me about her loud and disruptive roommate at 3 in the fucking morning?”  

Your face drops right alongside your heart. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I can - I can explain.” Except you can’t. Or rather, you really don’t want to. 

Levi raises an eyebrow and amusement flashes across his face for the briefest of moments, “Can you?” 

“I. . . “ Your face is flushing, your forehead is sweating, panic is flooding your mind, and you want the floor to swallow you. You’re weighing the pros and cons of flinging yourself from the 3rd-story window behind him when Levi lets out a dramatic sigh and rises from his chair. 

He walks to the door and waves a hand at you. “Alright, come with me.” He opens the door and begins to walk out without any further elaboration. You sit in a stupor for a few precious minutes before scrambling to follow him, heart now in your throat. 

The route he guides you through is filled with twists and turns, ending in a hallway you’ve never been in before. Maybe your captain has led you to some secret Scout HQ dungeon. Maybe one of these doors hides a cell where you’ll be chained and beaten for not explaining yourself. Honestly you’d rather that than have to admit what had occurred last night. Your rumination is interrupted when the captain stops at the last door on the left and opens it to reveal: A bedroom. It is plain and simple and unmistakably his judging by the smell of tea and the lemon soap that he uses hanging in the air. There are no decorations, just a desk and a wardrobe on one side and a double bed on the other. 

“Shoes off.” He instructs, removing his own boots and setting them next to the wardrobe on the left of the door. 

Befuddled, you move to the same. Once your boots are snuggly stacked next to his, you cross the room to join him where he’s leaning against the desk, facing the bed. He shakes his head at your approach. “On the bed.” He commands. 

Your face betrays you with its flush as you follow the order and perch on the foot of the bed, waiting for further instructions. 

It does not take long for Levi to give them. “Show me.” 

A frown blooms on your face. “I’m sorry?”

Captain Levi folds his arms tightly against his chest. You do your best not to gape at how it pushes his pecs up and strains the fabric of his starched white shirt. “You weren’t able to tell me what it was you were doing that kept your poor bunk-mate awake all night. So show me.” 

You feel as though someone has dumped a bucket of ice water over your head and involuntarily let out the smallest pained yelp. You are paralyzed with embarrassment but it begins to fade to arousal when your captain continues in a dark and low tone straight out of your fantasies, “Now get on the bed and show me.” 

Your heart is beating a violent rhythm in your chest. “Sir I don’t think you understand what your ask-”

“I assure you, I understand perfectly, soldier. I received an extremely detailed report from your bunk-mate.” 

Your hands are shaking and your voice matches when you stutter out, “Sir - I’m not - I don’t - I was just. . . just frustrated and I-” 

He cuts you off again. “I didn’t ask for an explanation, soldier. I asked for a show.” His voice drops to a husky whisper, “Now give it to me.” 

You give a single nod and scoot back on the bed until your feet are at the edge. You slowly lower your upper half and stare at the ceiling with your head on the pillow - Captain Levi’s pillow -  and desperately try to get your breathing under control. His mattress is much less flimsy than your own and much more comfortable. The jealousy and sense of injustice that accompanies the realization distracts you for just a moment. This is apparently a moment too long for Levi. 

“I gave you an order, soldier.” Any work you did to even out your breathing is immediately undone at the statement. You briefly wonder if this is how you’ll die - so turned out that you forgot how to breathe, literally strangled by the sexual prowess dripping off of your captain. You hear his feet scuff against the wooden floor as he crosses his ankles. “I mean, I can’t imagine you don’t want this. After all it was my name you called out when you came all over those pretty little fingers, was it not?” 

Yeah, death by overwhelming sexual attraction is looking more and more likely. 

You let out an actual squeak. Your jaw begins to quiver, part arousal and part terror, but other areas of your body are responding to the situation in a way that is very much not fearful. 

“Answer the question.” 

You have to clear your throat three times before you can answer, “Yes, sir.” 

You raise your head up slightly and drop it back to the pillow immediately at the intense stare Levi is giving you. You’ve gone mad. You have to have. That’s the only logical explanation for what you do next: You comply and give the captain his show. 

Levi hums and you swear you can feel it resonating in your core. “Well, then, why don’t you show me exactly how you got there.”

Just like last night, one hand slips under your shirt to find a nipple while the others ghosts down your belly and under the waistband of your pants - you don’t even bother unbuckling them, you’re too worked up and desperate, despite just starting. Unlike last night, you now have a brassiere and a much tighter waistband to contend with. The restrictive clothing makes your movements clumsy but you push forward, not wanting to disappoint your very attentive superior officer. Despite the awkward angles, and likely due to the situation you’re in, you become incredibly wet incredibly quickly. It’s almost embarrassing but you’ve already far surpassed your threshold for embarrassment so a little extra humiliation won’t hurt. You decided to sink into the feeling of pleasure instead. 

It’s better than it has any right to be. Alternating rapid and painstakingly low circles on your clit and giving firm flicks and gentle squeezes to your nipples has a gentle heat spreading through your core rapidly. All the while, you feel the captain's eyes on you. His gaze is heavy and warm and it has your arousal growing in spades. Before you know it, panting gasps are tumbling out of your mouth and your hips are rising in waves to meet your soaking fingers. You’re on the edge of something all-consuming when you hear the captain’s voice again. “Stop.” 

You obey with a whimper and a whine. One hand is still trapped under your bra while the other rests over your sex, twitching with the desire to return to its task. 

“This isn’t working.” Levi sounds frustrated and you almost keen at the thought of having disappointed him on top of the feeling of your lost orgasm. “You’re showing me but I can’t actually see. We’re going to have to get rid of those clothes.” 

The feeling of being on the edge of climax returns full force and you scramble to obey his latest order. Your shirt and bra end up tossed on the floor and your pants follow soon after. Levi tsks and moves toward the bed to pick up the garments and fold them, neatly stacking them on the nightstand to your left. As he does so, you cannot help but notice the large bulge tenting his pants. It had certainly not been there before you began your little performance. The thought fills you with pride and sends electricity racing through your veins. You give a desperate wiggle, thrusting your hips toward the air even though there is nothing there for them to meet. 

Levi smiles crookedly and moves to stand at the foot of the bed. He looks you over slowly from head to toe, taking his time tracing every dip and curve. His smile fades somewhere past your belly button and his eyes pause. Your heart trills when you realize he’s staring directly at your obviously wet panty-clad pussy. “All of them.” He nearly growls. 

You think you nod, you’re really not sure of much of anything at this point, and slide the underwear off of your hips and down your legs. You kick them off to the side and are half-expecting the captain to scold you and add them to the pile on the nightstand. 

He doesn’t. 

He’s too busy staring. 

At your pussy. 

You're nearly hyper-ventilating again and you have to fight the urge to press your legs together and hide yourself from his utterly consuming stare. The look on his face keeps you from doing so. He looks transfixed. Like he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. There is something close to awe in his eyes and you catch his chest rising and falling at an accelerated pace.  

After several agonizing seconds of staring at your most intimate places in naked adoration, Levi plants his hands on the mattress, next to your bent legs, and leans in. He is not touching you, merely hovering over your lower half and he looks half-mad with want. When he speaks, his voice is the softest it’s been all night. “Continue.” 

You groan and it’s a breathy strangled thing. You return your hand to your throbbing sex and slide two fingers through the slick arousal that coats your folds. You circle them around your entrance, teasing yourself with just the tips. Your wrist turns so that you can stroke your clit with your thumb. The second the digit makes contact you cry out and your legs do snap shut, knees knocking together as your thighs squeeze around your hand. It’s too much and not enough. 

Levi lets out a low grunt of disapproval and you think you might come at the sound alone. He touches you for the first time since this whole mess started, prying your legs apart at your knees. He pins them to the bed, keeping you butterflied and exposed. You gush a little at the thought. 

Levi notices. 

His eyes glint as he watches it trail down to the globes of your ass and then he licks his lips like he wants to devour it, devour you.

You’d let him. You’d let him do anything he wants right now. Luckily, he’s good enough to tell you what that is. “Keep going, pretty girl. I want to see you come.” 

He lets go of your knees, hands disappearing from your vision. Even without his grip, you keep your legs spread, giving him a full view of his effect on you. 

All sense of shame and propriety flees your mind as you plunge your fingers into your wet heat, back arching and eyes rolling back. You quickly become lost in the feeling, the hand previously teasing your nipples now grasping onto the sheet with white knuckles. Your head is filled with the sound of your panting breaths, your fluttering heartbeat pounding in your skull, and the squish of your fingers moving in and out of your pussy as fast as they possibly can. Distantly, though, your mind registers a new sound: The clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric. It’s soon replaced with a slick swiping sound. 

You lift your head to investigate and you think your heart might actually give out when you see the cause. Captain Levi has undone the front of his pants and pulled his cock out to pump it in his fist. The furious speed he’s using to stroke himself  does not allow you to get a clear look but you can tell that he is thick and long. Longer than you’d expect considering his stature. It curves up towards his navel in a graceful arc and there is a thick vein running up the underside. The head is flushed red and is leaking fat clear drops of precum. He’s huffing as he continues his punishing pace and the softest gasps and gravely moans of “fuck” and “yes” push through his clenched teeth, accompanied by the slick sound of his hand moving up and down his cock. 

All coherency is lost at the sight and sound. You thrash and moan like an animal in heat as your hand speeds up and pleasure sparks along your spine. Your back arches again and you begin to wonder if you need to worry about snapping your back as well as suffocating yourself and having a heart attack. Tears stream down your cheeks and into your hairline as the feeling of ecstasy floods your senses. In a brief moment of insanity, you find yourself feeling angry at the tears for blurring your vision and impeding your view of Captain Levi furiously jerking his cock to the sight of your naked body. It’s the best thing you’ve ever seen and it is making you absolutely crazy. You stare unabashedly, matching the intensity he’s given you throughout this ordeal. You can’t decide if you should watch his face, screwed tight in concentration with eyes squeezed shut and cheeks darkened with lust, or his length, skin moving smoothly under his hands and vein pulsing strong enough for you to see each beat of his heart. Your eyes flit between the two delectable views as your movements lose all finesse and your climax builds in your core. They end up locking in on the movement of his hand around his shaft when you scream his name and finish around your fingers. 

You close your eyes in spite of yourself as the orgasm thunders through you and eventually subsides. Levi lets out a drawn-out moan, and they snap open again, just in time to see his head fall back and his mouth open in a silent scream as he climaxes as well. His face is devastatingly beautiful but your gaze is drawn downwards when you feel his come splash over your sex and your thighs. Two more thick ropes spurt onto your sweat-damp skin before he’s done. 

For a minute, the room is deathly silent. You begin to fear the inevitable awkwardness that is bound to follow this encounter. Where do you go from here? Is this going to be a regular thing? You certainly wouldn’t mind, but can you honestly picture Levi starting a relationship? Or even just a regular hook-up thing? It’s more likely that he’ll give you your clothes, tell you to get out, and never speak of it again. You know it’s irrational but the thought fills you with dread. He hasn’t said anything yet. Does he already regret it? Oh god, how are you supposed to act normal around him now? You can’t. You don’t have it in you. Not after he just gave you what was easily the best orgasm of your life. And he didn’t even touch you. You’re so screwed. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Levi re-entering the room. You were so lost in your panic spiral that you hadn’t even noticed he’d left. He throws a damp washcloth at you and you catch it clumsily, sitting up carefully so that you don’t dislodge any of his come and send it splattering across his bedsheets. However, further investigation reveals that your efforts were pointless, you absolutely soaked the sheets and they will need to be changed regardless. Heat floods your face and you avoid eye contact with the captain as you start to scrub the evidence of his desire off of your body. 

However, much like the humming, the song grew on you overtime. You found yourself swaying to the beat, matching the pace of the ever-crashing waves. You began to sing along, though your voice could never match the caliber of whoever, or whatever, started the tune. Sometimes, you became so lost in the somber melody that you lost chunks of time. At first, five or ten minutes. Later it became hours. 

You began to visit the shoreline more often as well, curious to find what was making the enchanting sound. You scoured the beach during the daylight hours but when that yielded no results, you decided to wander down at nightfall as well. The song could be heard more clearly down on the sea-worn rocks at the edge of the tidepool to the west of your humble home. It echoed off of the blunt walls of the surrounding cliffs, creating a perfect round that had you mesmerized. 

You’re not sure when you started sleeping on the  smooth stones lining the tide pool. All you know is that one day, you woke up covered in coarse sand and sticky sea-salt and from there, it became a pattern. 

The music seemed to grow louder. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought that you began to hear lyrics. The words were in no language that you had ever heard but they added an almost violent element to the lilting song. They were sharp and angry-sounding with harsh endings and low hisses. It should not have been a beautiful sound but you didn’t think that you had ever heard anything better. 

You had to find whatever person, thing, god, created this sound. It became an obsession, a need. Like your skin would burn to ash if you couldn’t drink the sound straight from the source. 

You had to go into the ocean. To be submerged by the salt and the spray and the noise.

So you did. Every night you heard the trembling notes of the beginning of the song and you dove headfirst into the storm-tossed sea to chase it. The water was freezing. It was late September at this point, at least you thought it was - when was the last time you had looked at a calendar? When was the last time you had gone home? - but you didn’t feel the cold. All you could feel was need, pumping through your veins like magma. How could an insignificant thing like your physical well-being matter when the want consumed you like this? 

You’re not sure how long you searched, how many nights you offered your body to the unforgiving ocean, before you found it. You weren’t sure what it was at first. A flash in the night. A glimmer on the rough surface of the sea. You could have dismissed it as a reflection of the starlight but it was deep below the surf that crashed around you. It moved in a serpentine spiral, dancing closer to you one moment, and darting away the next. A tail, you realized, but only after a huge jet black caudal fin rose out of the water and slapped back down playfully, splashing you from your perch on a rock about 5 meters out from the shoreline. Your eyes followed the ends of the fin to where they blended into a slim body decorated with hundreds of glittering black scales that shone like oil spills in the light of the full moon. Hues of reds, purples, and greens wove through the waves in a captivating tapestry as the tail continued to spiral, seemingly with no end. 

You dropped down to lie on your belly and pulled your body to the edge of the rock, heedless of the scratches the volcanic stone raked across your sea-soaked skin. You barely felt the sting of the salt in the wounds as you craned your head towards the water, desperate to get a glimpse of the beautiful creature with the alluring song. Your nose was nearly touching the water when something emerged out of the depths directly below you. You jerked your face back just in time to narrowly avoid a collision with. . . another face. 

You blinked at the impossibility but the fact remained: The entity that rose out of the ocean had a human face. And a strikingly beautiful one at that. Hooded eyes of molten steel capped with thin and delicately arched eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and a jawline that managed to leave a sense of fullness and health in a symmetrical pair of rosy cheeks, an elegantly sloped nose, and full lips the color of fresh raspberries all framed by locks of inky black hair that gently fell to the tops of slim ears. Except they weren’t ears at all. No, where the ears should have been, there was another pair of fins, the same onyx color as the tail in the middle and fading to an opalescent gray along the edges. You had half a mind to reach out and stroke them but the thought was brought to a screeching halt when the creature opened its mouth, revealing a row of sharp canines. For a moment, the spell of your feverish need broke. Burning desire was cooled rapidly by a sense of fear and foreboding the likes of which you’d never known flooding your system. You needed to leave. Immediately. 

You clumsily tucked your legs under you and scrambled to a sitting position, desperate to get away from the horrific creature. As you did, hunger gnawed at your stomach and your skull rocked as if it had been split open. With brutal clarity, you realized that you had no idea how long you had been out here or when the last time you had had anything to eat or drink was. Bracing a hand against the rock below you, you prepared to stand and flee but were halted when a pale clawed hand wrapped around your wrist. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out - dehydration had robbed you of your voice. A second hand splashed out of the water and this one cradled the left side of your face. It was almost tender but you could feel the talons scratching at the side of your head and were made dizzy with the terror of what their sharp points could do if they pressed just a little more firmly. You looked to your captor, all sickening translucent skin stretched over an emaciated corpse, too sharp features, and blackened soulless eyes. Its mouth was open wide, revealing rows of thin speared teeth, and you flinched in preparation for a sting that never came. Instead, the creature began to sing. 

It was the same trilling melody that had been haunting your every step for the past few weeks. Fear should have been the predominant emotion but you felt yourself relax into the familiar tune in spite of yourself. The notes seemed to float around you and imbue you with warmth. The fight drained out of you all at once. When you looked back at the creature, you couldn’t remember why you had felt so frightened just a moment ago. He - you thought it was male but you couldn’t be certain - was breathtaking. A fleeting thought of leathery, taut skin and sunken features crossed your mind but before you, you only saw smooth unblemished skin wrapped around features that could be considered delicate were it not for their sharp and chiseled edges. Eyes the same gray-blue color of the sky just before a storm hit peered into your own and they were filled with kindness, not terror. 

With the hand that was not still cupping your left cheek, the creature pushed himself out of the water, leaning against the rock and into your personal space. He was definitely a man, you noted, seeing the sinew and muscle that wrapped around his arms and the definition of his pectorals and abs. Heat rushed to your face at his proximity and a small gasp escaped your lips. He paused in his song to coo at you and you were lost. You reached up a hand and traced over the features of his perfect, doll-like face. He tittered softly and pushed his cheek into your touch. 

Something in your belly tugged violently at the brush of his lips over your palm. Closer. You needed to be closer. You moved forward, dropping your legs over the edge of the rock on either side of his hips. Your feet brushed against his tail and you winced at the coarse texture rubbing against your bare skin. Intelligent eyes tracked the expression, flitting from your furrowed brow to the slight pout in your lips, cold and calculating. Something niggled at the back of your head. A misplaced sense of urgency that you could no longer recall the source of. Something primal in you cried for resistance but something more powerful beckoned you closer still.   

The creature leaned forward, placing his lips over your left ear. The song began again, low and loud and soft and angry all at once. Its complex rhythm soon became the only thing your mind could focus on. You were vaguely aware of a wet sensation sweeping around the shell of your ear. His tongue, you realized after the third pass, thin and serpentine with its forked tip. You turned your head to get a better glimpse but he moved with you, burning a path across your cheek with the appendage until he reached your mouth. You opened for him immediately, you weren’t sure it was even a choice. 

The kiss was wild and frantic but somehow unhurried. The creature’s tongue was long and stretched to the back of your throat, making you gag. He anchored his hands to your cheeks, keeping you still while he got his fill of you. His tongue traced your teeth, the sides of your cheeks and your own tongue as his lips moved against yours in a rhythm as enchanting as his song. 

Blood roared in your head as you pushed yourself further into the strange body before you. Thoughts of more and deeper setting all of your inhibitions ablaze. 

It was like he could hear the unvoiced thoughts. He pulled you closer, wrapped his arms around your torso, his tail around your legs. When you pulled back to gasp for air, salt water flooded your lungs. You were in the water. You didn’t remember getting in the water. 

Fear tugged at your heart for a brief moment but then the creature’s tongue found a nipple - when had you taken off your nightgown? - and there was only room left for lust, pure and unadulterated. He worked at the bud as thoroughly as he had your mouth and you keened loudly, the noise swallowed by the surf and by his song which still echoed in your head despite the fact that his mouth was very decidedly busy with other tasks. 

More. The thought had you pushing yourself against him, rubbing desperately against the rough scales of his pelvis. Blood bloomed in the water in brilliant red trails that matched the shifting hues of the scales that drew it. The scent of iron turned your stomach and you were struck with the wrongness of the situation you were in. Panic clouded your vision and the face before you became gaunt and drawn, dead empty eyes staring through you. You kicked at the tail restraining you. It shifted, scales on the front sliding to the side to make way for a new appendage to protrude, long and thick and slapping against your stomach, your thighs, your clit. 

One last weak pathetic hiccup clawed its way out of your throat before you relaxed again. The song was back. This time accompanied by a soft buzzing sensation that lit up your entire nervous system. The tail wrapped around your legs once more, locking them in place as the creature held you in its sinister embrace. The course edges scratched the skin of your calves, turning the sea around you a deeper shade of red. You hardly noticed it, but the creature certainly did. His eyes dilated as the scent hit the gills below the fins on the side of his head and his grip tightened. Clawed fingers pierced the skin of your back and hips while sharp canines worked at the skin of your throat. Agony, sharp and piercing, exploded across your body but it was drowned out immediately by the pleasure caused by the slick cock rubbing between your folds. Tears streamed down your face but you couldn’t be sure if they were born of pain or of ecstasy. It didn’t matter. They were forgotten as soon as the thick cock breached your entrance, filling you completely. Fangs dislodged from your neck as the creature emitted a guttural cry. The song pounded louder in your head, a cacophonous racket that somehow still managed to sound beautiful. 

The creature sucked at the ruined skin of your neck and chest as he rocked gently into you, drawing out to the tip before thrusting back in fully. All thoughts of fear or pain had fled. You were safe, you were sure of it. How could something that made you feel so good hurt you? Your body was floating both in the water and in pure euphoria. The creature cradled you as he continued to move inside you, matching the rhythm of the waves crashing on the rocky shore, now miles away. You hadn’t realized how far you had drifted but it was a trivial matter. All that mattered was the high of being filled by the beautiful creature wrapped around you. How could you have ever considered him hideous? 

You let out a soft moan, almost a sigh and he smirked at you. You grinned back dazedly, thoughts of his handsomeness intermingling with thoughts of big, full, and perfect. And all the while in the background, the seductive song that he sang so well. It made sense that he would fuck you this well too. 

He slowly swam toward the surface, allowing you to get your fill of air. You hadn’t realized how badly your lungs burned. The song was quieter up here and it felt like your brain had room to move, to think about something other than the ever-nearing climax that he had you on the brink of. The extra space made way for feelings of discomfort to slowly creep back in but you still couldn’t place where they originated from. You were on the cusp of remembering something, something important, when you were pulled back into the water. Forcefully. 

The creature wrapped its tail around your battered legs again but this time, you were facing away from him, staring instead at the expansive black void of the sea. You frowned at the idea of not seeing his face but then he started moving again and all was forgotten once more. One hand wrapped around your neck and forced your head to rest against his shoulder. From here, if you strained your eyes, you could see a flash of his face, ghost-white skin stretched thin over fine bones and black dulled eyes. No that wasn’t right, his eyes were a shimmering gray-blue weren’t they? 

Confusion pulled your lips into a frown. He traced it with his thumb and snarled. His other hand curled around your front. Stopping below your belly button, he slammed down hard, pushing your body into his. His large cock slid into your heat with no resistance. This time, there was no gentle rocking. He rammed into you with all of his strength, punching wordless cries from deep in your gut. You gasped for breath but your mouth flooded with salt water, tinged with the metallic taste of blood. 

His pace increased and with it, the music. The melody was the same, haunting and ethereal, but now it was frenzied in pace and the tone became a screech rather than a purr. The creature pistoned his hips, desperate for release and you watched in a fevered detachment as blood began to gush around his cock, flowing from your abused cunt. The pain registered distantly as well as an explanation: Barbs. His cock came equipped with sharp retractable barbs, designed to keep him from slipping out. You could feel them digging into your walls, tearing the flesh as he fucked into you like an animal in heat. The thought should have frightened you, maybe, but you were past the point of being able to feel anything but all-encompassing bliss. The feeling calmed you, even as fangs and claws once more began to work at your skin. The music helped too - loud, consuming. There was no room for anything else. You allowed yourself to give in to pleasure thrumming in your veins. 

The song crescendoed as the creature found his release. He spilled inside you, mixing with the blood and leaving you feeling dizzy and light-headed. Though, you supposed, that could have been the blood loss. The song stopped. Time lost all meaning. You weren’t sure how long you floated there, stuck in a state of quasi-catharsis and agony before you heard a new sound. It started with slurping, sucking, and then chewing. 

You opened your eyes to see the creature’s face buried in your shoulder, tearing at the flesh, eating it. Horror flooded your system but you could no longer move. Sensing your distress, the creature pulled away to smile at you. It was a cruel smile, made of rows of needle-like teeth and stained red with your blood. He moved back in and panic flared briefly before fading almost immediately. 

The song had started again. It wasn’t loud like it was before. It was back to the softly trilling melody that you had heard over your kitchen sink all those weeks ago. You relaxed again as it filled your head, becoming pliant in the creature’s arms. Everything would be okay. You somehow knew it would. The thought was comforting.