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Assistant: Title: Levi Ackerman Oneshots
        Author: EstrellaMorningStar EstrellaMorningStar 
        Chapter: 2/3 
        Summary: The man is keeping me awake at night, I needed to get it out of my system
        Contents: Chapter 2: Midnight
    

    

        
          
          
            Levi Ackerman... Captain Levi Ackerman is making your life harder than it already is, but is there a reason behind it?
          
        

  

  
  
    
              Having two cleanliness-obsessed people in the squad might have been entertaining for the others, but Levi's attitude is starting to get to you. Captain Levi's attitude that is. And he never fails to remind you that you're answering to him. If he says that the silverware that you have been polishing for the last 4 hours needs to be polished all over again, you bet your ass you will sit until the small hours of the night, polishing cutlery. It didn't help that all the cleaning was done after strenuous training sessions when all you wanted to do was lie down in the sun and enjoy your free time for a little while.          Today, after being beaten up by Mikasa over and over again, you were actually looking forward to your duty of cleaning down the kitchen and organizing the supplies. Kitchen has always been your favorite place to clean, mainly because all the gossip was brought right into the kitchen by food-thieves, especially Sasha, who thought that she was fooling you by distracting you with a loud conversation while clearly shoving whatever food she could get her hands on in her pockets.     ''Oi, clean freak,'' Levi's voice is enough to make you wonder what you've done now. Your hand freezes on the door knob to the kitchen and you turn to face your Captain. Your body is already tense, ready to stand your ground - the f@ck@ng silverware looked like new after you were done with it at 2am the night before and you're not doing it again. Besides, all you want to hear from him is just one praise. The best you have ever gotten from him was a half a nod and an evening off, but he's always there to tell you off for the most ridiculous details. There was a time he made you deep clean his office because after sweeping the hallway some of the dust had found its way into his office.     ''At ease,'' his face is as stoic as ever, the glint of amusement doesn't escape your attention though because you're better at reading people than most of those around you who have poured in hours of studying Titan behavior. You stand still, giving him the most defiant look that you can get away with. Pushing his limits has always been your favorite pass time, but then again, that might be the reason you don't get as much sleep as the rest of the Corps.     ''You're on laundry duty today,'' Levi announces. You groan and your shoulders slouch. Laundry is by far the worst of the cleaning tasks, you much preferred cleaning the stalls, ''the uniforms have started to change color,'' Levi raises his voice slightly when he sees an argument brewing behind your eyes. He has become frustratingly good at reading you recently. You also have been getting the most punishment from all of the Squads. Armin suggested that it's Levi's ability to read you that has gotten you into cleaning duty so often. He also suggested that the reason for that is that you're the only person around here that actually gets invested in cleaning and does it to Levi's standards, but he can't afford to show favoritism. You disagree with Armin, however, and have decided that Levi is an @ssh@l@ and he will move on from annoying you when he finds another target once you stop defying his authority. And so you count to ten, trying to keep your demons inside you. Sometimes it's easier than others.     ''But...'' your attempts to argue are cut short by Levi turning away from you and walking off. The way his grey shirt is practically painted on and emphasizes his muscly back freezes you in your spot longer than necessary. Your daydreams have often turned from fantasizing about punching the Captain in his smug face to being pinned against the door of his office and punished for misbehaving. You bite back the arguments you've already listed in your mind and use all your energy to keep your mouth shut before he forces you to do two laundry shifts. Doing laundry is pretty bad, doing laundry for more than one day is really bad. You notice Levi turning his head slightly as he keeps walking away, probably expecting you to shout something while he's in your earshot. His hearing is another thing that has gotten you in trouble before. You roll your eyes and head to the laundry room.          When you walk in the damp, cold, concrete room you're met with the musty smell of used uniforms that look like they have been thrown into the room with no consideration. When you realize that the water tank is empty and there is no wood to heat the water up you give up any hopes for dinner. You grab a bucket and just as you're about to open the door it swings open quickly. An arm appears and another clothing article gets thrown into the corner. But before the door shuts you grab the arm of the culprit and pull the owner of it inside.     ''Luke!'' You punch the already confused man in his arm and he lets out a pathetic Ouch, what was that for?     ''What duty are you on?'' You ask aggressively, Luke takes a step back with his hands raised in defense, but you push him against the door, knocking air out of his lungs. You have seen him breathless before, but that was after a particularly rough mission outside of the walls. Seeing your friends die had made you want to feel alive. Luke seemed to have had the same idea and you spent a meaningless night sneaking around and finding different quiet spots indulging in each other's bodies. It was one selfish night but he has never let you forget it.     ''Silverware, you know Captain's obsessed with it,'' Luke flashes one of his boyish grins. If he thought that bragging about basically having a night off will impress you, he couldn't have been any more wrong. The silverware is perfect and you made sure to let everybody know about it during training today.     ''You're bringing me wood,'' you demand. He owes you for asking you to do inspections before Levi has a chance to. Everybody is fed up with getting punished for not meeting Captain's criteria and people would often come to you to spot things that might not be up to par with Levi's standards. And they would be the ones getting praised for a good job, which just added to your desperate attempts to get the same praise said directly to you.     ''Oh I can give you wood, sweetheart,'' Luke winks at you and, even though you cringe at the awful attempt to flirt, for a moment you get reminded that the last time you got any kind of release was in this very room, with this very man. Your features soften and you contemplate the logistics of the proposal, but a musty smell reaches your nose and you punch him one more time for a good measure.     ''Half an hour is all I ask of you, Luke, just get me wood and water,'' you look at him desperately. He is stronger than you are, what you can carry he can carry double.     ''Water as well?'' Luke rubs the spot you have punched him repeatedly in and shakes his head. ''No way.''     ''But you're so strong,'' you decide to go soft with him, your voice turns sweet as honey as you run a hand over his chest and look up at him through your eyelashes. Luke swallows hard. ''I will owe you.''          Luke's lips curl into a smug smile, he clearly hasn't been touched by anybody for a while either. He stands up straight and runs a hand up your neck and through your hair. You lean your head into his touch, involuntarily. You know his body already, so the touches aren't foreign to you. In fact, he had kept you awake for a whole night for a good reason. Besides, the lack of sleep and the dimness of the room is making you forget your duty and you find yourself leaning towards Luke on your tip toes. His hand moves to the back of your head and pulls you towards him. It started as a silly attempt to get him to help you out but now you find yourself incapable of stopping yourself.          Your lips are about to be reminded of each other's taste, but the door gets slammed open and Luke gets knocked off balance. He crashes into you causing you to trip over your own feet. Luke reaches out and manages to grab you by your waist with a firm grip. You see another dirty uniform fly through the air over you and a rage builds in your chest so fast you're ready to fight the next person who does the same. You quickly find your balance, detaching yourself from Luke's grip. You step away from him and take off your jacket aggressively.     ''Wood and water. Now,'' you growl at Luke and place your jacket on the hook on the door, a tad harder than you intended to. He takes the buckets for water and wood with a quick, sharp movement and stalks off, clearly annoyed. You spend the next hour sorting out the uniforms and organizing piles to be washed, and screaming at people who show up with more dirty laundry. The amount of piles you have in front of you don't do anything for your morale.          Luke fills up the water tank and helps you set up the fire. He watches you roll up your sleeves and you can tell that he's debating something. He is about to say something as he takes a step closer to you with an awkward hand running through his thick hair.     ''Just go,'' you snap at him before he distracts you from your duty any longer. He had been trying to get you to go for a walk, as he put it, many times, but, as much fun as you had, it could get too messy for your liking, and to be honest, it wasn't anything to write home about. You much preferred to stay out of the gossip, although the whole squad had been giving the two of you stupid looks for weeks after your endeavors, Captain Levi included. Although, Levi seemed to be annoyed rather than amused. Who could tell though, he only had two moods, annoyed and very annoyed. Luke sighs and leaves you to your own thoughts.          You spend hours scrubbing the shirts and hanging them out to dry. The piles don't seem to be getting smaller and your hands are becoming sensitive from the soap, but you enjoy how clean and fresh the shirts smell and look. You decide to get some fresh air before continuing the nearly impossible task. You walk into the small courtyard used for drying the clothes and inhale deeply. The cold air draws attention to your soaking shirt. You have managed to drench yourself with soapy water and the damp material against your skin makes you feel dirty.     ''Are you not eating dinner tonight, you brat?'' a low, commanding voice comes from inside. You turn to look at Levi and notice a small plate of food in his hands. Suddenly you realize just how hungry you are, the food looks delicious too. He holds out the plate and when you cautiously take it from his hands he nods in approval. ''You have to eat, we can't afford to have you tired and hungry.''          You follow him inside and watch him inspect the piles of the clean shirts you have folded up on the table. You lean against the door frame and hungrily eat the soft bread and cheese he brought you. Levi doesn't say anything as he picks up random shirts and looks at them closely. Silence from Levi is almost like a praise, normally he has a comment or two stored for you, but you watch your Captain in silence. Maybe the encounter with Luke had awoken your carnal brain, but you can't help yourself and appreciate that Levi is a rather handsome man.     ''I want you to wash my shirt next, I need it for tomorrow,'' his words snap you out of your silent admiration of the Captain as he turns to you and you nod. His grey shirt is a mystery to you, he seems to value it for some reason and you rarely see him not wearing it. He slips his fingers under the fabric and slides the shirt over his head. Your teeth have sank into the bread, but you're too distracted to bite down. The fire reflects against his skin, each muscle and scar exaggerated by the dancing flames. He is in a perfect shape, but what gets your animal brain go haywire is seeing the Captain Levi half naked in front of you. Your eyes fall to the perfectly curved v-line disappearing somewhere below the belt and you finally manage to bite down and swallow the bread that's already disintegrating in your mouth.     ''You want to tell me that a little bit of skin is what it takes to shut you up?'' Levi's amusement reaches your consciousness and you snap your eyes back to his. He is standing almost in front of you, holding his shirt out. You put the plate of food on the table and take the shirt from him, it's still warm from his body heat and your body is warm from how close he's standing to you. You're doing your best to keep your eyes locked on his, ''I would have thought that your late night rendezvous with Luke would have helped you out in that regard.''          Is that resentment you hear in his voice? You watch him pick up one of the uniforms. As he puts on the clean shirt a part of you mourns his skin disappearing under the buttons. You're still grasping the thin material of his shirt in your hand.     ''Be gentle with it, brat. It's older than you,'' Levi's voice is demanding again as he points at the shirt in your hand. He walks through the door, but just before he shuts it he turns to you, ''And clean up the mess, the floor is filthy.''          You grit your teeth and for the second time today try to keep your anger buried under your skin. Only Levi could get you to wonder what his skin would feel like on your tongue and lose your temper within a minute. This has been a regular occurrence. Levi will sometimes supervise your cleaning, quietly. You could have sworn you have seen him checking you out several times, but you have never seen him look at you for long enough to accuse him of anything, besides you didn't mind. Levi is an attractive man, and he has often been fuel to your more sinful fantasies. You have always wondered what's under his clothes, and now you're halfway there. You shake that thought away and curse at yourself for acting like a teenage girl. First Luke, now Levi messing with your head. You will have to sort yourself out whenever you get a chance.          You look at the shirt in your hands and the smell of Levi overwhelms you. Eucalyptus and something else that you can't quite place. You hadn't realized that Levi had a specific smell, but he does. You notice small specks of blood on the material and wonder which poor b@st@rd got tortured this time. Levi's torture methods are famous for being effective and... bl@@dy.          You take care of his shirt and put it out to hang. The next few hours are uneventful, but you get through all the piles of clothes. Once the floor is mopped and the last pair of trousers gets folded into a neat square you pick up a pile of uniforms for your squad, Levi's shirt included, and head to your building. The clock just strikes midnight as you walk through the door. Not bad you think to yourself. 6 hours of sleep is the most you will have gotten in months. You take off your boots and leave them by the door and silently creep up the stairs and down the hallway, trying to stay as quiet as possible.          As you pass Levi's office you notice that light has been left on. You grin to yourself. It's a small win, but it's a win. He has gone out of his way so many times to point out that you forget to turn off the light. Unfairly so, because most of the time you just leave the room for a short moment and upon return find him tutting at you for wasting precious petroleum.           You place the uniforms on a chest of drawers in the hallway and remove Levi's shirt from the top of the pile. Levi's office is perfectly clean as always. You place his shirt on the corner of his desk and just as you lean over the desk to extinguish the light you hear movement behind you.     ''Thanks for the shirt,'' Levi's voice comes from a dark corner of the office. It looks like he's been sleeping in the small sofa. Levi never seems to be sleeping, you have a feeling that what you're seeing is how he spends his time resting, one eye open, half asleep, just waiting to serve his duty. His feet are propped up on a coffee table, but you can't see much more. You press your fist against your chest in a mock salute and turn to leave. As far as you're concerned you have done your duty. Your arms are aching from all the work you've done and a reminder of Mikasa's strength is pulsating against your skin.     ''Wait,'' Levi stands up and walks over to you. You already feel annoyed at the prospect of having to walk all the way back to the laundry house and having to scrub it clean for another two hours. He inspects your eyes and then his gaze drops to your chest and you feel conscious of your soaking wet shirt.     ''Why are you always so defensive?'' Levi leans against his desk in front of you, his arms crossed across his chest. You find his eyes, barely visible in the dim light. His question seems genuine, but your body has already tensed up, being ridiculed is the last thing you need tonight.     ''I've always had to fight for my place in the world,'' your tone is stiff.     ''We all have. The moment you let go of that pride of yours you will become a better soldier,'' Levi's words hit you like a hammer. Pride?!     ''I'm not proud,'' you snarl through gritted teeth. ''Re-doing mind numbing chores is not going to help me improve, L-... Captain. I do as I'm told, I don't have to enjoy every waking moment.''     ''Everybody is doing chores, you brat,'' he says quietly, his demeanor hasn't changed, even when he's reprimanding people he rarely changes his facial expression. You look at him in silence. You start feeling like you've been building resentment for Levi for so long that you have taken every one of his orders personally. He allows you to come to the conclusion yourself.     ''The silverware was polished to perfection though, there was no need for me to do it for hours on end'' you mutter. Levi scoffs and you look at him, annoyed.     ''Is that what's got your panties in a twist?'' he scoffs again and stands up straight. ''You want me to tell you what a good job you're doing?''          You nod, shamelessly. He has taken a step closer to you. You have to look down to meet his eyes, he isn't a tall man, but the respect he gets by just walking in a room is immense, he even has you stay silent more often than not. It's hard to read Levi's expression, but his proximity reminds you of your wet shirt again.     ''Did Luke tell you what a good job you were doing?'' You aren't sure you heard it right. He's less than a foot away from you, the soap from the freshly washed shirt has become your favorite smell in the world and you don't even know it yet.     ''Well? Or did he just keep asking you how much you like his d@ck?'' You feel heat travel up your neck and face, the dim light is a saving grace, but you feel mortified. Had the two of you really been that reckless?     ''How...'' you begin your question but it gets lost in your throat.     ''The nights are quiet here, the sound carries,'' he points at his open window. You realize that his window is facing the garden where you had broken down in tears and Luke had found you. One thing had led to another and neither of you had even thought about the dark building in front of you. The blood is now painfully pulsating at the surface of your skin, your whole body is burning up from the realization. He walks past you, slightly brushing your shoulder. The door closes with a soft thump. Your ears pick up his steps and you feel him linger behind you.     ''Now... Are you going to let me work out our frustrations so that both of us can do our duty, or...'' you feel his body almost touching you, but not quite yet, ''are you going to keep being stubborn and pretend that you haven't fantasized about this?'' Your body is as tense as ever. You wonder if he's testing you and you're about to get laughed at, although admittedly that is not something Levi has time for.     ''Say something,'' Levi steps in front of you, his eyes have become softer, but you still feel cautious about the situation. ''Do you want this or not?''          You nod subtly, if he starts laughing, you hope to pass it for a head shake. Your nape is tingling and you're ready to run, humiliation is something you have had to deal with your whole life from those in charge and your answer has always been - run. But Levi doesn't laugh. He sighs.     ''Speak up, OCD,'' you realize he's asking for your permission. Your body is his to break when you spend hours doing physical work for the Corps, but you have noticed that even though he hovers near you he has not laid a single finger on you. You're still wary to answer, even though the neediness for his touch has already started to build somewhere in your core. ''It will be a sleepless night, but I will make it worth your time. Would you like that? You have to say yes or no,'' he speaks quietly, quickly, impatiently. You feel like saying yes would make you seem desperate, but the more time you spend in his presence the more desperate you become.     ''Yes or no?''     ''Of course it's a yes,'' you finally snap, the silence in the room and the intensity in Levi's words made you feel reprimanded by Captain Levi again, for no reason... again. ''You can read my body language, what do you want me to say..'' your rant gets cut short by a surprisingly firm kiss. You let his tongue in your mouth and a desperate moan gets lost in the kiss, you don't even know if it was yours or his. He suddenly steps away, breaking your kiss, your lips are left with the taste of sweet, strong tea on them, a hint of eucalyptus reaches your nose. Your fight or flight kicks in... this is it, it was only a game.     ''Take off that filthy shirt,'' Levi utters in disgust. You had forgotten all about the shirt you'd been desperate to take off for the majority of the night. You unbutton it with shaky fingers and he snatches it from you. You can tell that he's debating where to put a shirt he might as well consider to be a bio-hazard. He finally settles for the waste basket. You have no time to protest because he pulls your head down and his lips are back on yours.     His hands travel up your spine and he pulls you against his body. You can't resist any longer and a muffled sound disappears between your lips as you run your fingers through his hair. You have always wondered what his hair would feel like, more so than his body. Levi's hair is soft, but your fingers get lost in the shorter hair of his undercut. His tongue becomes slower and more sensual, it sends an anxious energy through your body and lingers between your legs.     He guides your body and you find your ass pressed up against the desk. Levi's hands slide up the back of your thighs and he masterfully lifts you up, your hands instinctively drop down to his shoulders. It takes him no effort to place you on the table and you feel his muscles shifting beneath your touch. You're still deep down each other's throats, building up the need between the two of you takes no effort, but you're still cautious about touching the least approachable man in your life.     His hands have a firm grip on your thighs and when he pulls you to the edge of the desk your mind goes fuzzy. Levi presses up against you while still holding on your thighs, both of you inhale sharply and for a moment Levi's lips leave yours. You watch him unbutton his shirt and the scent of soap hits you. He shakes out the shirt and folds it neatly, it almost looks like he's forgotten his promise. You raise an eyebrow.     ''Really?''     ''I'm not a savage,'' Levi leans over you causing you to lean backwards with him. His body is warm and firm against your soft skin, and he places the folded shirt at the farthest corner of the desk. Levi's eyes are locked on yours through the whole process and the light reflects fire in his eyes making him look as sweet as sin with his hair disheveled and falling over his eyes. His leg hooks yours and pushes it up as he crawls on the table on top of you and you find yourself flat on your back on the wooden surface, pressed down by his hard body.          Levi's holding himself up on his arms as he watches your face and slowly grinds his hips into you causing you to bite back a moan, the position he has your leg is giving him a whole lot of access to a very dangerous angle. It also makes you wonder what that angle could do if you didn't have anything separating your flesh. He grinds into you again, with a more calculated, firm circle motion that makes it harder for you to react quietly. The corner of his lip twitches and he crashes his lips against your lips, drowning another moan as he continues the challenging task of finding the spot through the thick fabric that send shivers through your body. You eagerly arch your back to aid him in his exploration, but he puts his hand on your stomach and holds you down.     ''Patience, you brat,'' he mutters against your lips and you don't mind to be his brat, not in the position he has you.          You're a whimpering mess under him in no time, but Levi seems to be more intrigued by how your body responds to his touch. When his lips start finding their way down your body, starting at that sweet spot between your ear and jaw, you're at his full mercy. He seems to know exactly where to linger for a while longer, putting just the right pressure with his tongue to make your breaths shallow and needy. You wonder if his talent at reading body language comes from torturing people for so long, but at this point you'd confess to anything he'd ask.          When Levi slides off the desk and pulls you towards the edge of the table with strong arms once more you see the fire in his eyes, and it's not the one reflected from the light. He looks at you through the strands of hair that cover his face in such a seductive way you doubt you will be able to look at him without getting wet ever again. Levi's fingers trace your curves, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When he reaches your belt you can do nothing else but lift your ass off the desk to help him remove the one thing that has been in your way of pure pleasure. He folds your pants to your amusement, but his eyes are hungrily exploring your body.     ''Take off your bra,'' Levi demands as he places your folded pants on top of his shirt. You sit up and obey. The way his jaw clenches once you unclasp your bra and let it drop from your body makes your nipples craving his lips. His hands are on your hips and he's leaning up to taste your lips. His hips align perfectly with yours and you bite down on Levi's bottom lip to prevent you from whimpering from his slow, measured thrusts.          He runs his tongue across your chin and down your throat, making the animal part of your brain painfully awake, the instinctual sense of danger elaborates every sensation. He keeps making his path downwards, making your body react to his soft bites in ways that you didn't think possible. You take in a sharp breath when Levi sucks a nipple in his mouth and runs his tongue over it.          You're lost in the way his masterful tongue teases your sensitive tips, the sight of your Captain being so into your body is like a dream you never even dared of having. You close your eyes for a moment, enjoying the moment. You feel his hand trail your inner thigh with firm fingers and open your eyes just in time for him to reach the edge of your panties. He looks up at you and you meet his gaze as he kisses a trail down the center of your stomach. He presses his lips against your hip bone as you feel a firm tug and your panties come off.          Levi straightens up and scans your body like he would when it came to uniforms, you straighten your back without even thinking about it. He holds your chin in the palm of his hand and you realize just how long his fingers are. You cautiously run your hand up his arm, pressing your fingertips in his skin, committing each muscle, each imperfection to your memory. A firm thumb traces your cupid's bow slowly then moves to your lower lip, pulling your lips apart.     ''Open up,'' Levi's voice works like a key to your body, your lips part without putting too much thought into the process. When you open your lips his thumb slips between your lips and you suck it in your mouth gently. Your hand has reached the back of his neck and found his hair once more. As you circle your tongue over the tip of his thumb you hear a low groan escape Levi's lips. But when he utters Good girl through gritted teeth and a held breath you feel a jolt of electricity run through to your core. You shift yourself nervously on the desk and a glint of sinfulness crosses Levi's eyes before he removes his thumb and replaces it with his index and middle fingers. You graciously run your tongue over them. His eyes are locked on your lips and what you're doing to his fingers. You have started to show Captain Levi what your tongue is capable of and you notice his stomach tensing up as another sound escapes his lips.     ''You sure know how to work that tongue, OCD,'' his voice is intoxicating as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his own tongue. You gasp against his lips when you feel his fingers curve against your p@ssy and a groan of approval resonates in your mouth when he realizes just how wet you are. He coats his fingers in your wetness and runs them over your cl@t teasingly. You fist his hair and pull him deeper into your kiss, painfully aware how quiet the building has become, but you soon don't care about the silence when his slender fingers find the spot that will make you succ@mb to his touch in no time. Captain Levi knows how to read body language.          His firm motions are making your legs shake and your back arches when he hits the spot just at the right angle and he keeps massaging it with slow, precise movements. Your vision goes blurry, and when Levi circles his thumb over your cl@t your breathing becomes shallow. He gently pushes you back and disappears from your line of sight. You lift your head just in time to see him run his tongue over the sensitive spot between your legs where his thumb was a second ago. And he doesn't stop, his tongue is firm and knowing, causing you to whimper as much as you try not to, when you think you have it under control his tongue manages to find another way to build up the pleasure.          You hear him undo his belt, your skin tingles in anticipation. Levi's hand and tongue stop and you raise your head in time to see him fold his belt. Who's got OCD now? you think bitterly. Your p@ssy is aching for his touch and he knows it. You expect him to place the belt on top of the dedicated clothes pile, but his thumb parts your lips and you find the folded leather belt in your mouth.     ''Keep the noise down, you brat, I can't afford everybody to be tired tomorrow,'' you groan into the belt and bite down hard, how can he... but at that moment your thought process is thrown to the wolves, in fact, you don't have any more thoughts, only darkness as immense pleasure is delivered by Captain Levi's lips and tongue. His hands are cupping your br@@sts, playing with them in the same rhythm as his tongue is attacking your cl@t. You have to bite down hard on the belt again to keep your voice down.     Levi's tongue is sending waves of pleasure through your whole body and the way he uses his lips to suck your cl@t in his mouth make the sensations so much more intense. He is bringing you to your climax embarrassingly fast. Your legs are already trembling and your hands are in his hair, urging him to keep going and slow down at the same time, because you want to keep enjoying your Captain worshipping your p@ssy but you're also impatient for the most intense @rg@sm you've ever had, delivered masterfully.          The intense force of energy starts to build quickly in your core, you just need to let go and allow your body to be consumed by it. As you're about to let it happen, Levi steps back from you, leaving you a trembling, sweaty mess on the table, ready to explode at the slightest gust of wind. You look at him desperately, your lips parted as you breathe heavily.     ''I want to see your sweet face when you c@m,'' Levi's voice is full of hunger and sin as he drops his trousers. You prop yourself on your elbows, but before you can see what you've been curious about for the longest time, he has pulled you into a sitting position and the belt has been replaced by his tongue.          You can taste yourself on his tongue, a hint of tea still lingering in his kiss. He pulls you to the edge of the desk and you feel the tip of his c@ck press against you. You hold onto his shoulders when Levi's tongue slows down. He's rubbing himself against you gently, coating himself in your slick, but not quite pushing far enough to spread your p@ssy open for him. You whimper each time it feels like he's about to spread you open, but he pulls back. You sigh in exasperation and your fingers sink in his muscly back as you try to move your hips into him, but his hands drop down to your hips and hold you in place.     ''So eager,'' he growls against your lips and pushes his d@ck an inch inside you, you're so ready for him, but he keeps teasing you. ''Tell me how much you want me to f@ck you right now,'' the words are sweet and toxic, poisoning your mind and running to your core where your c@nt clenches tightly around the tip of his d@ck.     ''Please, Captain...'' is all you can manage as he keeps teasing you. A soft rumble of approval from being called Captain echoes in his groan.      ''I need to hear it, OCD,'' Levi's voice is low and desperate, his hands are gripping your hips painfully as he keeps pushing the shaft of his d@ck against your cl@t.     ''Please Captain Levi, I want you to f@ck me,'' his eyes turn dark at your words, his groin grinding into you slowly, making the friction last as long as possible, before another roll of his hips, your breath gets caught somewhere in your chest when you feel his d@ck spreading you open.     ''You're so tight,'' Levi whispers against your lips with a strained voice, his fingers have sunk into your flesh as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, with one sharp thrust he sinks himself in you without a warning and you throw your head back as an electric trail of pleasure snakes up your insides and you bite back a moan. His c@ck is thick, filling you up in just the right way, hitting all the sensitive spots.     ''We're going to have to stay quiet now, understand?'' Levi has started to move his d@ck in slow, deliberate thrusts. You nod, but the moment he hits the sweet spot at an angle that makes you lose your mind a groan escapes your lips. Levi repeats his slow movement and offers you his fingers. You part your lips and welcome his fingers in your mouth, Levi's sudden hard thrust makes it impossible to stay quiet and you whimper his name like you have so many times in your fantasies. His name on your lips makes him swallow hard and he thrusts into you again, and again.     ''Be a good girl and suck on my fingers,'' he grumbles through shallow breaths and withheld moans as your p@ssy clenches around him from hearing the two words that could get you on your knees in no time. ''That's it,'' Levi's movements become slow, but rough, focusing on one spot and one spot only, the one that makes your legs tremble and suck on his fingers hungrily. You feel your thighs drenching in your wetness as he keeps up his pace, skillfully using angles to bring you close to your climax with rough, calculated movements. You hear the desk under you shift with each of his thrusts.          Levi's eyes are locked on yours, he's pressing his forehead against yours with one hand on the back of your head. His pace has now become hard, fast, desperate. You're whimpering with his fingers still in your mouth. Levi pulls your head down and replaces his fingers with his tongue. His hand slides in between the two of you and the wet fingers circling your cl@t make you see stars.     ''Such a good girl,'' he growls into your mouth when he feels your body starting to give in, tremors of anticipated pleasure echoing through your whole body and finishing in waves of pleasure delivered by your Captain who's eyes are locked on your face in amazement of how undone you have become because of him. Levi responds to your body deftly, his movements are now matched with yours, allowing you to ride out your climax and slowing down as you start returning to reality.          Your nails have sunk in his back and you realize that both of you are covered in sweat, although neither of you mind. His d@ck is still hard and still filling you up. You're breathing heavily but he lets you come down from your @rg@sm, kissing you gently between shallow breaths. But his gentle demeanor changes as your tongues intertwine in a more paced, passionate dance. As his kisses become deeper the rest of his body follows. Each stroke of his tongue against yours translates into a roll of his hips.     ''Let's see how many @rg@sms I can get out of you before you collapse,'' Levi's words send a chill down your spine, your muscles desperately clench around his d@ck and draw a moan from his throat. ''That's my girl,'' his eyes are filled with hunger, you have never seen him like this. The desperation in his movements puts your already sensitive body at his complete mercy. It's almost embarrassing how quickly he has you trembling and sweating as you give in to another climax that is approaching you without a warning. The feeling is so intense, it feels like it's an extension of your first @rg@sm.          Levi's breathing has become strenuous, but he holds back and allows your body to stop shaking before he holds you by your throat and growls, ''I want to c@m in your mouth,'' against your lips. You nod yes and he steps back from you. You drop on your knees in front of him and run your tongue over the c@ck that has your p@ssy dripping and throbbing in intense pleasure. You're not surprised to see that Levi's d@ck is thick. You finally have an upper hand in reading Levi's body language as your tongue is met with responsive moaning, but when you suck his d@ck past your lips and make it your life's mission to fit all of him in your mouth, repeatedly moving your head and going lower on his d@ck with each movement, Levi seems to forget his own rule about staying quiet.     ''Such a good girl,'' he barely manages through sharp breaths and groans, but that's all the encouragement you need to make his knees go week and finally see your Captain succumb to his own climax. He growls out Good girl repeatedly as your mouth is filled with warm liquid and when he looks down at you, sweat running down the middle of his abs, you swallow everything he had to offer and run your tongue over the tip of his d@ck to gather any more cum before god forbid it hits the floor, drawing another whimper from the usually stoic man.          Levi is trembling in front of you, you have never seen him this vulnerable before, but the sight turns you on. His hair is messy, he is covered in sweat and all of this because of you. He pulls you to your feet and his lips crash with yours.     ''You're less of a brat when you're naked, huh?'' His voice is low, breathless against your lips. He slides his hands down your sides, your body has now become so sensitive to his touch that the shiver reaches your spine. His hands firmly press against the back of your thighs and he effortlessly lifts you up. He carries you to the seat he was sleeping on before and you end up straddling your Captain. The moonlight from the window hits both of your bodies in a silver light, the sweat makes Levi's body even more desirable. His hands caress your lower back and you run your hands over the scars on his torso, not quite wanting the moment to end.     ''Don't think that I'm letting you go just yet,'' he says calmly, his breathing has stilled. You look at him expectantly, ''I will keep f@ck@ng you until my name is the only word you remember.'' You bite back a moan at his words. You run your hands through his sweaty hair and nestle your hand just where he likes it, at the top of his spine, drawing soft circles with your fingertips.          Levi places his hand between your br@@sts and pushes you back slightly, causing you to arch your back. His hands explore your body slowly. It feels like he only now is looking at you properly, taking in ever inch of your skin. His hands are rugged but his touch is gentle, drawing blood to the surface of your skin wherever he touches. His touch soon becomes more firm, more defined. He leans into you and runs a wide tongue over your nipple, and then the other one. He keeps caressing you and you feel him grow hard under you once more. Your body responds to his erection without hesitation and soon you find your body trembling in anticipation. You reach behind you and with an arched back reach for his b@lls. A groan of approval reaches your ears and you feel teeth on your nipple as you massage him. His hands drop to your ass and he pulls you into him, your p@ssy sliding over his length.     ''You sure you don't mind doing this for hours on end, OCD?'' Levi's voice bears a hint of mockery, repeating your words to you. You shake your head quickly, the desire in your body leaves no space for you to get annoyed with him. A smirk tugs at the corner's of Levi's lips. ''Brat,'' he mutters with a nipple in his mouth. You're contemplating a comeback, starting to feel more confident with Captain Levi's presence, but his hands lift you up and before you know it you feel his d@ck spreading you open once more. You moan out his name and that's all it takes to make him go animalistic. Your nipple is bitten once more, this time the pain travels through your body and makes the feeling of his c@ck inside you so much more intense as he roughly pulls you down on his lap.          Levi gets you whimpering and trembling over and over again that night, taking short breaks between each round for you to recover, you're not surprised to learn that Levi's stamina is worthy a super soldier. You're on your knees, holding on the back of the sofa, Levi f@cks you to your fifth @rg@sm, his name has become like a prayer to you so when your knees finally give in and you collapse under him on the sofa, his name joins the sounds of his b@lls slapping against you and grunts that Levi has given up on holding back. He's still inside you as he softly caresses your back. Muscles in your whole body scream out in exhaustion. Levi leans over, and whispers in your ear, ''The sun is rising, I need to get you cleaned up.''          You feel him stand up and you turn to look the most erotic sight you have ever seen and the red morning sun over the roof tops burn the imagine in your brain. Levi's hair is a mess, his muscular body is covered in sweat and his c@ck is standing to attention. You sit up on the sofa with your legs still trembling and reach out to pull him closer to you.    ''Permission to you taste you one last time, Captain?'' You ask hungrily, desperate to pay him back for the intense pleasure he has delivered without a miss. Levi has finished in your mouth every time and the thought of feeling his c@ck twitch in your mouth as he praises you has become like air to you, you need to taste him one more time. He holds your chin between his index finger and thumb and leans over to kiss you. You suck on his tongue like you intend to suck his d@ck and he can read your desperation.     ''Only if you promise me one thing,'' his eyes suddenly become serious, he's still holding your head still, making you to look directly at him.     ''Anything,'' your hand moves up his muscular thighs, cautiously.     ''When you start getting dirty thoughts, you come to me.'' Levi's voice is low, demanding, possessive.     ''Yes, Captain,'' you answer in a beat.     ''Only me,'' he growls. And when you nod quickly he claims your lips once more. When you start sucking his tongue impatiently he stands up and his c@ck is shoved in your mouth impatiently. He places his hands on the back of your head and his c@ck is hitting the back of your throat in quick motions. You taste the whole night on him and give into his rhythm, receiving his whole length with ease, running your tongue over the underside of it.          Levi is gritting his teeth, this is the most feral you have seen him the whole night, his eyes are closed as Good girl reaches your ears and you take over his movement. Your hand now follows your mouth and you cover his b@lls in the mess that's coming out of your mouth, rubbing them firmly, causing Levi to tremble like he has been making you tremble at the slightest touch.     ''Fuuu...'' Levi can't finish the word as a loud groan takes over his ability to speak. You see the muscles in his stomach tighten and you finally taste him. He fills your mouth again, you feel his body jerk with each thrust of his c@ck in your mouth. Levi's breathing heavily and he drops to his knees in front of you, his head in your lap. You run your hand through his hair, caressing him gently. You notice scratches on his back caused by your nails. You smile to yourself, your marks are a reminder of a night you will never forget.     ''You're cleaning my office after training today, brat.'' Levi mutters against your stomach.🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓'
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