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WEDDING NIGHTS • Ex-Boyfriend Gojo

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader, Smut, 18+

SYN: Years after their messy breakup, she runs into her ex, Gojo, at a wedding. The tension between them is still there. A few glances, some teasing, and soon enough he has her pinned down on her bed, fucking like they're making up for lost time.

The sun was setting over the beach as the waves hit the shore. The wedding arch stood tall, covered in white roses.

She stood on the pedestal, holding a bouquet of white lilies. Across from her, Gojo stood in a tailored black suit, his hair perfectly styled. His sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, but even through them, it was clear his eyes kept drifting towards her.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony...” the priest said as he stood between them. However, she wasn’t paying attention, her eyes locked with Gojo’s.

For an instant, it felt like it was just the two of them. But then reality set in. She was one of the bridesmaids, and Gojo was one of the best men.

The real bride and groom stood in the center, exchanging vows. When they finally kissed, the crowd cheered and applauded.

The reception was lively at the beachside hotel. Everyone was having a great time. Laughing, dancing, and celebrating under the night sky.

She stood with the bride and a group of friends, a glass of champagne in her hand. They were all smiling and chatting, clearly enjoying the moment, but her eyes kept wandering, scanning the crowd until they landed on him again.

Gojo was, as always, the center of attention. A group of people surrounded him, laughing at something he’d just said. He looked effortlessly handsome, his suit fitting him perfectly.

Her grip tightened on her glass as memories flooded back. They had been so young when they dated, so full of dreams and promises. But life had pulled them in different directions, and they hadn’t spoken in years.

Gojo turned, as if sensing her stare, his eyes locking with hers from across the room. His lips curved into a half-smile as he raised his glass in a silent toast. She mirrored the gesture, her own smile just as tight and uncertain. Without breaking eye contact, they both took a sip of champagne.

The moment was interrupted when the bride announced the bouquet toss, and the single women, including her, gathered around. With excitement, the bride tossed the bouquet, and to her surprise, it landed in her hands. Her friends cheered and teased as she laughed and held it up with a prideful smile.

Later, as the celebration wound down, she found herself alone at the hotel bar. The bouquet sat on the counter beside her as she ordered a drink, her hotel room card sliding across the bar to cover the cost.

She sipped her drink, eyes on the flowers. They were beautiful but reminded her of something she hadn't achieved. She'd dated and had relationships, but none of them had felt right. None of them had felt like him.

Her fingers traced the glass rim, focusing on the ice clinking until footsteps neared. She assumed it was another guest, but then recognized his voice.

“I’ll have the same she’s having,” Gojo said. Her breath hitched, and she glanced up just enough to see him slide his hotel room card onto the counter next to hers. The bartender nodded and began preparing his drink.

She couldn't resist glancing at him. His tall frame loomed as he looked her over, his eyes catching on the smooth line of her exposed back, the way the dress clung perfectly to her figure. When their eyes finally met, she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her drink.

"Didn’t think I’d see you here," Gojo said teasingly. He leaned against the counter, his suit jacket open, revealing the white shirt underneath. Even through the fabric, she could make out the faint definition of his abs.

The bartender handed him his drink, and he nodded in thanks before sitting down beside her.

She kept her eyes forward, taking a sip of her drink. “Our best friends got married. Of course, we’d run into each other.”

Gojo chuckled, swirling his drink in the glass. “Right,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to be the one catching the bouquet. Guess someone’s getting married soon, huh?” His tone was teasing, the smirk clear in his voice.

She rolled her eyes, finally turning to face him. “It’s just a tradition. Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Doesn’t mean nothing either,” he shot back, his eyes locking onto hers. He took a slow sip of his drink, then looked her up and down. "You look stunning tonight.”

She hesitated, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thanks,” she muttered, looking back at her drink. “You look… the same.”

“The same, huh? Guess I haven’t aged a day. Lucky me.”

Gojo leaned in slightly, his elbow resting on the counter as he turned to face her fully.

“You know, I was watching you earlier...” he began, his voice dropping into that playful tone that used to drive her crazy. “You're still just as gorgeous as I remember. I almost feel bad for all those guys at the wedding. Must’ve been brutal getting rejected by you.”

Her expression remained impassive. She leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Not my problem if they can’t take a hint.”

“Ah, always so cold,” Gojo teased, swirling his drink again. “Still as icy as when we used to date, huh?”

She stiffened at the mention of their past, but she quickly masked her reaction with a dry smile. “We were never that serious.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he said as he leaned in even closer, the space between them narrowing. “You were pretty serious about me. I could tell.” A smirk played on his lips. “I used to love the way you’d get all possessive when other girls looked at me.”

"Did I?" Her tone was dry, but the sly smile on her lips gave her away. "Funny you’d say that, considering you were always the one getting jealous when other guys looked at me," she said with a raised brow. "So, who’s the possessive one here?"

Gojo’s grin faltered just for a second, surprised by her response, but it was gone in an instant. His voice dripping with confidence. “Jealous? Me? Nah. I was just making sure no one else got too comfortable,” he said, leaning in. "Can’t blame a guy," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "for protecting what’s his… right?"

A tingle shot up the back of her neck. She fought the shiver crawling up her spine, raising an eyebrow instead. “Tsk. You always were too full of yourself…”

Gojo chuckled, completely unbothered. “Maybe,” he said, leaning back. “But I know you loved it.” He watched her closely, his smirk widening.

A quiet pause filled the place while she stayed silent, her eyes narrowing a bit as she slowly sipped her drink.

Gojo broke the silence, speaking in a cheerful yet somewhat serious tone.

"It's strange... to be honest…back then, I always thought you and I would end up together..." He sounded almost a little sad, his usual cockiness momentarily fading. "I guess things don’t always go as planned."

Her eyes widened ever so slightly before she quickly masked her surprise, trying to regain her composure. “...what do you mean?”

“Well…” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I never told you this but— Remember back then? How we’d sometimes talk about the future... I used to think I’d end up marrying you. Funny how things turned out, huh?” He tried to sound playful, but a hint of regret slipped through. Just enough for her to notice.

She paused, her glass midway to her lips. She glanced at him, but his eyes stayed on his drink. She was at a loss for words, her mind racing to process what he’d just said.

The silence stretched, and Gojo let out an awkward chuckle, breaking the tension. “Ah, never mind,” he said, “I shouldn’t have said that…Forget about it.”

She forced a nervous laugh. "Yeah, well... it's in the past anyway," she said, standing quickly. She grabbed her hotel card and bouquet, looking away from him. "I should go. It's pretty late."

Gojo watched her leave, her heart racing as she clutched the bouquet. She didn't look back, even as the elevator doors closed.

The elevator ride seemed endless as Osayami stared at her reflection. Her mind replayed the conversation with Gojo.

When the elevator doors opened, she stepped into the quiet hallway, her mind a storm of thoughts replaying their conversation at the bar.

‘I used to think I’d end up marrying you.’

She clenched her jaw, trying to push the memory away.

She thought about the way he’d looked at her, the way his voice had softened when he said those words. It wasn’t like the Gojo she remembered. The Gojo she knew back then was all charm and confidence, but when it came to anything serious with her, he’d always shut down.

He’d been emotionally immature, detached, more focused on his own world than on building something with her.

Now he seemed different. More mature, more reflective, more grounded… The way he spoke to her tonight, admitting he thought they'd end up together, wasn't something the old Gojo would have said.

It made her wonder if she’d made a mistake back then. If maybe they could’ve worked things out if they’d both been a little more mature.

She reached her room and tapped her hotel card against the door lock. The light blinked red, and the door beeped disapprovingly. She frowned and tried again, but got the same result.

“What the…” she muttered, double-checking the card. It looked fine. She glanced at the room number, then at the sign on the wall. She was on the right floor. So why wasn’t it working?

She tried one more time, but the door stayed locked. Frustrated, she realized she must have grabbed Gojo's card instead of hers.

"Of course," she sighed, closing her eyes briefly. Resigned, she walked back, called the elevator, and stepped inside. As the doors slid shut, she leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly as the elevator descended.

When the doors opened again, the place was quieter. Most guests had already left for the night.

She approached the bar, but froze in her tracks. The sound of a girl’s giggle cut through the quiet of the room. Her eyes snapped to the source, and there he was.

Gojo leaned casually at the bar with his arm around a bridesmaid she barely recognized, his usual charming smile in place as he spoke in a low, teasing voice that made the girl giggle. Especially when his fingers brushed against hers, lingering just long enough to feel intentional.

Her stomach ached with familiarity, her grip tightening around the bouquet in her hands as the sensation washed over her.

Gojo's charm always attracted attention, and he never minded it. It had frustrated her when they were together, his effortless flirting.

She sighed, wanting to leave, but she needed her card. She approached them, her heels clicking. Gojo's smile faded as their eyes met, and the girl turned to see her standing before them.

“Hey,” she said coldly. She held up the hotel card in her hand. “I think I took yours by mistake.”

Gojo straightened, his arm dropping from the girl’s shoulder. “Oh,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another card.

"Here," he said, handing it to her.

She didn’t miss the way the girl’s eyes flicked between them, clearly sensing the tension.

Without a word, she tossed Gojo's card at him, her frustration obvious. The card slipped from his grasp as he fumbled to catch it while she turned away and walked off.

“Hey!” he called after her.

She ignored him as she stormed towards the elevator. If she stopped now, she might say something she’d regret.

The elevator doors slid open just in time, and she stepped inside, quickly pressing her floor button.

“Wait!” Gojo’s voice rang out behind her.

She caught a glimpse of him just as the doors began to close, but before they sealed shut, his hand slammed against the metal, too late to stop it.

Gojo exhaled sharply, his palm still resting against the door. Frustration flickered across his face as he ran a hand through his hair, then glanced up at the glowing panel above, noting the floor number she’d selected.

Without hesitating, he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.

By the time he reached her floor, slightly breathless, she was already at her door, hand on the handle, just about to step inside.

“Hey—” Gojo called, but she didn’t even glance his way. He started walking, then broke into a jog, closing the distance between them quickly.

As she started to close the door, he quickly wedged his foot between it and the frame, stopping her with a firm push.

Her eyes widened. “Move!” she snapped.

“Not until you talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she said, gripping the door handle tighter.

Gojo’s eyes were fixed on hers, his expression hard to read. She rolled her eyes at him and clenched her jaw.

“You really haven’t changed, you know? You told me you thought we’d end up married, and then—what? Not even five minutes later, you're flirting with someone else?”

Gojo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer. “It’s not like that—”

“Oh really?” she shot back, trying to steady her voice despite the heat rising in her chest. “Because that’s exactly how it looks. You’re still the same guy who never took anything seriously. This—” she gestured between them, bouquet trembling slightly in her grip, “—is exactly why we didn’t work out.”

His jaw flexed. “You don’t get to act like this,” he said, shouldering the door open just enough to invade her space. “We haven’t talked in years. You don’t get to pretend you still know me.”

“So what? You flirt with randoms to prove something?” Her nails bit into the flower stems. “Or was all that ‘we should’ve been married’ crap just another game of yours?”

Gojo looked away for a moment, his expression hardening. He clenched his fists at his sides, looking at anything but her for a moment before his voice softened. “I wasn’t playing with your feelings. I meant what I said. But you don’t get to act like you’re the only one who got hurt.”

She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, please.” Her voice was bitter. “You got over us fast enough. You started seeing other people right after we broke up. What was it— a week? Maybe two?” She snapped. “Was that to make me jealous back then, or did you just never care at all?”

Gojo's expression shifted for a moment, something passing through his eyes. "I did care," he said, "but you made it very clear it was over when you dumped me." He took a deep breath. "So, yeah, I tried to move on," Gojo said, his tone mocking yet clearly hurt. "Sorry if I didn’t handle it well."

She froze. He tried to move on? Not did?

"You really think I didn’t care? When you left, I—" He exhaled sharply, like the memory still knocked the air out of him. "I was hurt. And I didn’t know how to deal with that. So yeah, I went out with other people. Dated. Pretended I was fine. But none of it meant anything."

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She felt her chest tighten as the weight of his words sank in. He’d never admitted any of this before.

Gojo took a step closer, closing the gap between them.

“You were my first love,” he murmured. “I tried to move on, but no matter who I was with, no matter how hard I tried—” his breath fanned against her lips, “—it was always you.”

He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.

Her heart raced, but she forced herself to stay calm, her body betraying her despite her best efforts to hold back.

“I used to picture a future with you,” he said. “Thought about what it’d be like to marry you… to have you by my side forever.” His fingers pressed just a little tighter. “Back then, I was just too much of an idiot to admit it.”

Her heart raced, her thoughts spinning. She wanted to pull away, but everything in her was drawn to him.

His eyes lingered on her lips before returning to her eyes, and slowly, he began to lean in. Just enough for her to notice. For a moment, she hesitated, her pulse unsteady. But the way he held her, the way he watched her like he was starving for her… It broke whatever restraint she had left.

She closed the gap, pressing her lips to his. She dropped the bouquet to the floor, her fingers tangling in Gojo's hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Without breaking the kiss, they stumbled backward, the door clicking shut behind them.

Gojo’s hands slid down her body, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips before dragging up the sides of her waist.

Her back hit the wall, his larger frame pressing against her, pinning her in place. His mouth found the skin of her neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. One strong thigh wedged between her legs, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"S-Satoru—" she gasped, nails scraping down his shoulders.

"Yeah?" he growled, not stopping the roll of his hips against hers, letting her feel every hard inch of him straining against his pants.

She arched into him, her dress riding up as his hands groped her ass roughly. "I want you, Satoru. Fuck—I want you so bad."

Gojo suddenly wrenched back, his grip tightening on her hips as he searched her face. "You sure?" he asked.

She fisted his shirt, dragging him back against her. “Yes, god yes—I need you to fuck me right now,” she panted, grinding down on his thigh desperately.

A dark smirk twisted his lips as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. “Since you asked so nicely,” he teased. He leaned in, but the rim of his sunglasses bumped her cheek. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he pulled back just enough to yank them off and tossed them aside like they were cheap convenience store shades, then pressed his lips to hers.

Gojo’s hand slid up the curve of her body, fingers skimming the neckline of her dress. With a rough tug, he pulled the fabric down, baring her breasts to the cool air.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as his palm closed over one, kneading roughly before his thumb flicked across the peak.

"Fuck, you’re so hot," he growled, dipping his head to drag his tongue over her stiffened nipple.

"Satoru—!" His name shattered into a whimper when he sucked her deep.

Her head fell back against the wall, her body arching into his touch as he continued. The grip on her wrists tightened. She whimpered, her thighs pressing together in a desperate search for friction.

“Satoru—“ she gasped, as his lips crashed back onto hers. His tongue swept into her mouth, while his free hand roamed down her body, squeezing the swell of her breast before sliding lower.

"God, I missed this," he murmured against her lips. "Missed the way you gasp my name when I touch you. How fucking responsive you are for me–,” he said between kisses.

Gojo’s hands slid down her thighs, fingers hooking into the hem of her dress as he dropped to his knees in front of her. The sight of him, on his knees for her, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.

His breath ghosted over her skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh.

“Look at me,” he murmured. She whimpered, forcing her heavy-lidded gaze down to meet his.

Her dress was a mess now, the top pulled down so her breasts were completely out. Gojo kept staring at them. Not just a quick look, but long, hungry looks while his fingers played with her underwear.

Normally, she would feel a bit flustered like this with someone watching her so intensely. But this was Gojo. Even though they hadn't seen each other in years, she didn't feel shy. After everything they'd been through together, she knew she could trust him completely.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pausing. "You still want this?" he asked.

“Don’t make me repeat myself," she said.

A smirk curled his lips as he dipped his head between her thighs. "Fuck, you're already soaked for me," he murmured, fingers hooking into her lace panties and pulling them down completely before his tongue dragged up her slit in one long stroke.

She gasped, her hips jerking forward as his mouth closed over her clit. His tongue pressed flat against her, slow and steady at first, then moving in tight circles around it, going faster and harder.

Every nerve in her body lit up, her thighs trembling as he worked her with precision. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her harder against his mouth, forcing her to take every lick.

"Fuck—!" Her hips jerked forward.

"That’s it," he murmured against her. "Cum on my tongue. Let me feel you." She could feel his grin against her, her fingers tugging his hair to keep him right where she needed him.

Pleasure exploded through her, legs trembling violently. Her knees buckled as the orgasm ripped through her, but Gojo didn’t let her fall. Instead, he leaned forward, catching her weight as she slumped over him, her thighs tightening around his head until the last aftershock faded.

Before she could catch her breath, his hands gripped under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he stood. Her legs stayed locked over his shoulders, his mouth still pressed hot between them as he carried her towards the bed.

In one smooth motion, he dropped her onto the mattress, her body sinking into the sheets as he climbed over her. Her chest rose and fell as she lay beneath him, still trembling from her climax.

Gojo didn’t give her time to recover. His fingers went straight to his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one impatiently. The fabric slid off his shoulders, exposing the definition in his muscles, his skin already slick with sweat.

Her dress was next. His hands dragged the material up her thighs, over her hips, then pulled it off completely, leaving her bare.

Her breath hitched when she saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants. Without hesitation, she reached for his belt buckle. Gojo groaned as she undid it, her nails scraping against his abdomen as she shoved his pants and boxers down in one rough push. His cock sprang free and he hissed through his teeth at the sudden relief.

Suddenly, she noticed a frustrated crease forming between his brows.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Ugh— Fuck—shit, I don’t have a condom,” he gritted out.

She didn’t care. “Don’t worry,” she panted, “I’m on birth control,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“God, I want you so bad,” he muttered against her lips.

She gasped as he spread her legs open, his hands guiding himself between her thighs. The head of his cock pressed against her, teasing her entrance with slow pressure. Then, with a deep push, she felt that familiar length sliding in.

Her nails raked down his back, not in pain but in desperate need, urging him deeper. She arched into him, breathless, craving more, needing every stroke of his cock.

“Harder,” she demanded, voice shaking.

Gojo obeyed without hesitation. The entire bed jolted beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with every snap of his hips.

Then his grip shifted, one hand sliding beneath her knee, lifting her leg over his shoulder. The angle forced her hips up, letting him sink even deeper, each thrust hitting a spot that made her toes curl.

“Fuck, fuck—you feel—” His words dissolved into a groan when she clenched around him, her thighs trembling as she wavered on the edge again.

The new position left her exposed. Every inch of him filled her completely. She gasped as he drove into her, the head of his cock rubbing against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

Gojo groaned against her neck, hips snapping loudly against hers. "Fuck—you feel so good," he gritted out.

“There—right there!” she gasped, arching off the bed as pleasure built inside her. Her fingers dug into his back, legs shaking around him. "Oh God—yes, just like that!"

"I’m close—ah!"

“Say my name. Let me hear it,” he urged, biting back his own groan as her walls fluttered around him.

Her words turned into moans as the sensation hit. Her body clenched around him in quick pulses. "Oh—fuck! Yes, yes!" She clung to him, trembling, every gasp his name.

He slowed his thrusts, letting her ride out the waves of her climax as he watched her. Her face was flushed, her breath short. She looked beautiful. With a low groan, he pulled out, his cock glistening between them.

His hand brushed her cheek, thumb tracing her bottom lip before he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. "Forgot how pretty you look like this," he murmured against her lips. "But we’re not done yet."

Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, dragging her hips back against him. The sudden shift had her gasping as he sank into her again, deeper now, his grip possessive on her waist as he took her in sharp thrusts once again.

"Fuck— Yes! Yes!…" she gasped, voice breaking as he filled her deeper. Her hips rocked back greedily, chasing every thrust, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as he claimed her all over again.

God, she’d missed this. Missed the way he dominated her so effortlessly, like he could read every tremor of her body. Missed the way his hands knew exactly where to touch, where to grip, where to tease until she was squirming.

"You take me so fucking well," he growled, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass.

Her back arched deeper. The new angle drove him even deeper. The shift was sudden. Her chest pressed into the mattress, one cheek against the sheets, hands fisting the fabric as a broken moan spilled from her lips.

Gojo’s breath hitched. His usual smirk faded, his rhythm slowing for just a moment as he looked at her.

"Fuck— You’re so beautiful." He couldn’t stop himself. One hand slid from her hip to her jaw, tilting her face back as he leaned over her, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "God— I missed you so much…" The confession was raw, barely audible over the sounds of their bodies moving together.

His other hand reached around, fingers finding her clit. His fingers worked in fast, tight circles, matching the deep thrusts of his hips. She gasped, her body tightening around him as pleasure built low in her stomach. His breath was hot against her neck, ragged and uneven, like he was barely holding on.

"You’re so tight… fuck—"

His thrusts grew faster, harder, the bed rocking beneath them. Every snap of his hips sent sparks through her, her moans coming out breathless.

"I’m close," he groaned, his rhythm turning uneven.

"Come inside me," she gasped, her voice barely audible against the sheets. "Please, I want to feel you."

His grip tightened at her words."Fuck, baby," he groaned.

Then, with one last deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, a rough groan tearing from his chest as he emptied inside her. His teeth grazed her shoulder, not quite biting, but enough to make her shiver. She felt the warmth of him filling her, his cock pulsing as she clenched around him, and the thought alone pushed her over the edge.

Her climax hit hard, her thighs shaking as pleasure crashed through her in waves. He held her through it, his breath still heavy against her skin, his body trembling slightly as he slowly came down.

For a long moment, they stayed connected, both trembling and breathless. Gojo eased out of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

They lay there in silence, chests rising and falling in sync. The sheets were definitely ruined. Sticky with sweat, tangled beneath them, and definitely stained.

‘Poor cleaning staff,’ she thought.

She closed her eyes, exhaustion and satisfaction weighing her limbs down. And then the thought came.

No one else has ever been this good.

Sure, she’d had partners since their breakup. Skilled ones, even. Ones who knew how to make her gasp, how to draw out pleasure until she trembled. But none of them had ever made her feel this.

She chuckled softly, then turned to face him, propping her head up on one hand. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked at his messy hair and noticed his still-heavy breaths.

"That’s it?" she teased, dragging a fingertip down his sweat-slicked chest. "The great Satoru Gojo, reduced to a panting mess after just one round?"

His smirk returned, sharp and lazy all at once. "Oh, sweetheart," he said, catching her wrist and pulling her closer. "I was just giving you a head start."

She laughed, but the sound melted into a sigh as she leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He responded instantly, his hand tangling in her hair as he kissed her back, deep and hungry, like he was starving for her again.

When she finally pulled away, her lips brushed his ear. "Really?" she murmured, "because I distinctly remember you whimpering my name when you came just now."

His grip tightened on her hip, but before he could retort, her hand slid down between them, fingers wrapping around his cock.

He was already half-hard again, and her touch drew a rough groan from him.

"Fuck—" he said, voice rough, but still smirking. "Someone’s eager. You need me this bad, huh?"

She stroked him slowly, watching his eyelids flutter as her thumb swiped over her head. "Just making sure you keep up with me," she said, biting her lip. "Unless you need a break?"

A low chuckle escaped. "Nice try," he murmured. "But I’m not letting you go that easily."

He tugged her closer, crashing their mouths together again. Her hand pumped him faster, her own breath hitching when he groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking under her touch.

Then she felt it. The thick, heavy pulse of him hardening fully against her palm. She broke the kiss with a smirk. “Oh? That didn’t take long.”

Gojo grinned teasingly. He fisted a hand in her hair, dragging her back to his mouth. He tried to sit up, ready to switch their positions, but she shoved him down with a palm to his chest.

“Ah-ah. No,” she teased, swinging a leg over his hips. “I get to be on top this time.”

His laugh was breathless, hands settling on her waist as she loomed over him. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” she shot back.

Her hand dipped lower, wrapping around his cock. She lifted herself, lining the head against her entrance, and sank in one smooth motion, both of them groaning as she took him in.

Gojo’s hands locked onto her waist, fingers digging in as she rolled her hips, setting a rhythm that had him swearing under his breath.

“Fuck—look at you,” he muttered, eyes running over her. Her breasts bounced with every roll of her hips, flushed and full, nipples peaked and begging for his mouth.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and rocked harder. “Like the view?” She teased.

"I love it. Love how you take me—" His words cut off as she slammed down.

His grip tightened as she rocked harder, her thighs flexing with every deep grind. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her just right, filling her until her toes curled.

Their breathing grew ragged, the air thick with the sound of skin meeting skin fast. She arched, riding him with deep, rolling pumps, her head tipping back as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

Gojo’s thumb brushed her hip, his voice rough with want. "Look at me when you cum, baby."

She straightened, locking eyes with him. Her flushed cheeks, her lips parted on a gasp, her hair a wild, sweat-damp mess. Seeing her like this, lost in pleasure because of him, sent an even stronger wave of lust through him.

"Fuck—" The word tore from him, before he reached behind her head, her gasp of surprise swallowed by his desperate kiss.

His tongue claimed her mouth just as he planted his feet flat on the bed, knees bending. In one smooth motion, he rolled his hips upward, forcing her to brace against his chest as he took over. Now he drove into her with sharp, upward snaps of his hips.

The shift had her moaning out against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Satoru—!"

Her gasp shattered against his lips, the new angle hitting that sweet spot with every snap of his hips. Her thighs trembled around him, as pleasure built up until she couldn’t hold back anymore.

"I'm gonna—ah!—I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, back bowing as the pleasure crashed over her.

Gojo groaned through gritted teeth, his cock twitching deep inside her as he came, filling her up. His grip on her hips held her down as he thrust through it, grinding to milk every last bit from them both.

Her legs shook uncontrollably, toes curling as aftershocks wracked her body. A whimper escaped her lips when he finally stilled.

They stayed like that for a while: breathless, sweaty, still connected. As they slowly relaxed, Gojo's tight grip softened into a hug.

He kissed her shoulder lightly, his hands moving gently up her back.

She melted against him, fingers running through his sweaty hair. Finally, she moved to lie beside him, his softening cock slipping out as cum leaked onto the sheets.

She stood up from the bed, legs still unsteady, and headed for the bathroom without looking back.

"Where are you going?"

She didn’t turn around. “Shower,” she said quietly.

Once the door closed behind her, she leaned against it for a second and let out a breath. She stepped under the water and let it wash everything off her skin.

‘What just happened? What was this? Just a hookup? A way to let go of the past?’

Even if it had meant something to him, what would happen next? Could they go back to being together after everything? They were so young when she broke up with him. Maybe he had changed after all these years.

But she still remembered how his emotional unavailability and casual attitude had made her feel secondary to everything else in his life.

She sighed, rubbed her face, and tried not to think about the situation too much. When she stepped out, she dried herself off, wrapped herself in the hotel bathrobe, and opened the bathroom door.

Gojo was already dressed, pulling his pants up, fastening his belt.

Her stomach dropped. Of course. He’s already getting ready to leave. She forced a smile, trying to act casual. "Oh. So you’re leaving now?"

‘Stupid,’ she told herself.

He chuckled. "Yeah— Well… actually, I was gonna ask if you wanted to sleep in my room instead."

She blinked. "���why would I do that?"

He glanced pointedly at the wrecked bed, tangled sheets, pillows on the floor, blanket half hanging off, then back at her with a raised brow. "Kind of a mess, don’t you think? You don’t actually wanna sleep here, do you?"

‘Oh. Right,’ she thought, ‘This is all just for practical reasons...’

"Yeah— Why not…" she said quietly, brushing past him. She grabbed a simple set of pajamas, got dressed, and followed him out of the room.

The walk was silent. She didn’t know what to say, and apparently, neither did he.

When they reached his room, he tapped his card on the lock. The lock beeped, and the door opened. The air inside was cooler. The scent of his cologne hit her instantly.

Gojo pulled off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’ll take a quick shower. I’ll be out in a minute,” he said before closing the bathroom door.

She nodded, eyes flicking to the bed, a single bed. Not that it should matter after everything.

She slipped under the covers, the sheets colder than hers. She lay there on her side, eyes open, staring at the wall, thoughts racing again.

She heard the water turn on. Then, minutes later, it stopped. The bathroom door creaked open, letting out a wave of steam. She shut her eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.

Through her lashes, she could still make out his shape, the towel around his waist, hair damp as he rubbed it with another towel. He moved quietly. Grabbed some boxers. She felt the bed dip beside her as he got in.

She kept still.

A moment passed. Then she felt him shift closer.

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. Then another. The third was slower. She held her breath as his fingers brushed her hair aside, gently tucking it over her shoulder.

“…Are you asleep?” he whispered, his voice barely audible against her skin.

She didn’t answer.

He let out a soft sigh and lay back for a moment.

She thought that was it. That he’d fall asleep and that would be the end of it.

But then his arm slid around her waist.

He pulled her closer, pressing himself against her back, his warmth chasing away the cold of the sheets.

His head lowered again, nuzzling into the curve of her neck. He placed another slow kiss there. Her heart was racing, her face turned away from him, eyes still shut.

What was he doing?

She could feel everything. The quiet affection in his touch, the warmth of his breath, the steadiness in the way he held her.

Then he whispered, barely a breath against her skin.

“I love you.”

She froze. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

“I know you heard me," he murmured into her hair.

Gojo knew she was awake.

The way her breath hitched when he pulled her closer. The tension in her shoulders. She’d always been a terrible liar.

There was silence. Then, barely a whisper. "…Yeah."

His arm tightened around her. "And?"

She swallowed nervously. "And what?"

Gojo exhaled sharply, his grip shifting to turn her toward him. The sheets tangled between them as she finally faced him, close enough to see the frustration in his eyes.

"Don’t act dumb," he said. "You know what I mean."

Her throat tightened. "It's not that simple—"

“It is.” His thumb brushed her cheekbone, steady and insistent. “We’re both adults now. No point pretending this is anything less than what it is. You ended things back then. And maybe I let you. But I’m not doing that again.”

There was a pause. The only sound was the hum of the AC.

She looked away. "...What do you want me to say?"

"The truth." His fingers tilted her chin back. "Do you still love me or not?"

The question hung there. "Yes." The word slipped out before she could stop it. “I never stopped loving you...”

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♠️ Broken Heart Collector.♠️

⚠️ Mafia/Cartel AU. Dark/Yandere Content, Gore, rape, drugs/alcohol, violence, guns/weapon use, death.⚠️

(Yandere Levi/Yandere Levi's Twin x F.reader)

Levi and his twin brother were doomed from the start. Only bred to become the family's guard dogs. They've had dirty hands since the age of 10. Lonely deranged boys now turned into dangerous sick men. That's until a pretty little thing happens to get their attention. Will she save them from a loveless life? Or will she drive them deeper into madness?

For: @alebrasil0101

*Levi**

They say the night we were born was cursed and already marked us as something evil. The second my mother's water broke a violent storm rolled in. By the time she was pushing the hospital was depending on candle light and backup generators for those clinging to life. By the time I took my first breath after the doctor slapped my ass, I had taken hundreds of lives. Their breath lost in underwater graves as my cries sucked their souls in.

I wonder if my mother thought of me as a bad omen like all the nurses did when I was placed into her arms. Did she smile when she looked down at me? Did she love me? Did she regret not getting rid of us?

My mother's name was Kuchel and I believe she was as beautiful inside just as she was on the outside. Her dusty photos are all I have left of her. That and the stories my uncle Kenny shared with us. She was his pride and joy, he was ugly and mean. She was the complete opposite. Soft, something he said he could never be.

To be honest, she should have killed me. She should have killed us, me and my twin brother Luci. We weren't made from love, not even lust. We were bred to keep our father's hands clean, bred to snap our jaws at traitorous skin.

My mother should have killed us.. Why did she let that man touch her? Why did she accept her fate and let him use her body?

As beautiful as my mother was, she was an even weak minded woman. She'd do anything to make her big brother happy. Even letting him offer up her body to a rapist just so he could land a job. My mother was so weak.. What kind of woman decides to keep her rapist children in her womb just because she heard two extra heartbeats on a damn machine?

My mother was that kind of woman.. She should have killed us..

But sometimes I wonder if she ever told me she loved me? When she was holding for the first time in her arms did she feel warm? Did she feel her chest tighten with pride?

I'm sure it hurt when she was dying. Not even 10 minutes later she was screaming in pain and I was taken out of her arms. They said when my brother Luci was born the sky lit up so bright that they could have sworn it was suddenly morning. People say that with that flash of light they swore they say the devil's army was walking on earth. Dark eerie figures with horns and claws.

I wonder if my mother saw them..

I always wonder because I'll never know. The birth of us was too much for her body. They say she lost all color the second Luci was placed in her arms. She was bleeding heavily and the doctors couldn't stop it. If our useless father had sent her to a decent hospital maybe she would have been saved?

But since he didn't care for her, for she was just our pretty vessel. Instead he sent her to the poorest hospital around-- She was gone and the only ones who attended her funeral were Luci and myself. We were only there because our new nannies had pity on us and her. They believed we should get the right to say goodbye. Even if we only met her for one night.

That was the start of Levi and Luci..

That was another of something we had from her. She had named us, already scribbling our names into baby books and handing them off to her home nurse in secret.

She probably knew she was going to die.. If not by our birth, then the hands of our father.

I wonder if she ever looks down at us and cries. Beautiful angels shouldn't cry..

Did she know this is how our life would be?

We weren't raised to be normal you see.

We had a father but we didn't officially meet him till we were five. Nannies were all we knew, uncle Kenny was the only male role model we've been around.

He was no good either..

Instead of mommy singing us to sleep, surrounded by teddy bears and soft blankets, we were trained to soothe ourselves and learn how to be alone. How to cry only when our bellies were empty or our ass was wet.

Instead of collecting cards and bugs, Luci and I were collecting weapons. By the age of ten he had his own walk in safe decked out with the latest models of pistols, hand guns, and his favorite Ak's. I had my own walk in closet covered in my favorite knives. Luci liked guns because they were loud and needed extra maintenance just like him. I liked knives because they were beautiful, they were artists. The way the blade ripped through fleash and left the prettiest cuts. How they eventually painted the surface around them a dark red.. The feel of someone's life draining because of your hand. It was intimate the way you had to get close enough to slit someone's throat.

Our teenage years weren't any better. While punk ass Eric was getting his dick gnawed by brace face Allie, Luci had the finest model on her knees between his legs. Plump lips wrapped around his cock only for him to drag her by her hair and shoot her face full of holes when he was done. Why? Because her daddy pissed off our father and he needed to be taught a lesson. What better way than to wake up with his baby girls head on his kitchen table with cum dripping from her mouth?

While Loose Cunt Cathy was getting her back blown for some free skunk weed.. I was transporting stolen heroin from a plane I just learned how to fly that morning. While limp dick Jonny was playing dress up and trying to be "gangsta" like the guys in the music videos. I was in a million dollar suit that came all the way from Italy just to show my face at a 20 minute meeting. A room full of crime bosses, murders, and top military weapons dealers.

But don't worry mom.. There is one thing our no good for nothing sperm donor did right.

Are you proud that we are well educated?

Your baby daddy spared no expense when it came to the best schooling. All our life we've been out into the best schools, had the best tutors. There was even a school that had horseback riding as a class. Can you fucking believe it? Who still rides horses these days? Not the rich snobs we were classmates with-- but I bet you would have loved it. Uncle Kenny said you loved all animals.. Even the dirty barn ones..

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Loud giggling brought him out of his thoughts. The white doves in front of him all scattered and flew away. Whenever he'd see one his mind automatically went to her, his mother..

One of the older nannies used to say the doves were her visiting. She was a really religious one but she was nice. It's a shame she got too old and their father had her killed.

He sighed and looked at his silver watch. Luci was 10 minutes late. He should have brought his own fucking car, but they were needed at the same time I'm the same place. But Luci couldn't keep shit in his pants and usually fucked one of his teachers on his free time.

They had shit to do today!

One brave white dove landed next to his feet and sang to him. He felt stupid sometimes for believing this flying rat was his mother. But another part of him imagined her with white wings in heaven. It was close enough..

He laughed under his breath as the thing did a fast peck to his shoes. Like it was trying to get his attention. "I bet you're ashamed that one of your sons is a whore. He picked that gene"

Loud laughter went on again and sent the dove flying. What the fuck was so funny? --

Oh?

The peaceful air was being distributed by a group of females crowded around something. He swore he could hear crying underneath all that laughter.

Did one of their fake tits pop? That would be something to see.. He craned his neck a bit to try and see over them. One of the girls moved just in time for him to see what was the cause of all this noise.

A slumped body was on their knees right in the middle. He scrunched up his nose as they let out a little yelp. One of the other girls had dumped their ice coffee onto the poor things head. Her bright white uniform shirt, now a milky brown clung to her now shaking body.

He clicked his tongue. "You're just going to take that sweetheart? Do something."

You couldn't hear him. Another girl kicked one of your books out of your hand while another ripped pages from one she took out of your bag..

"What's got your attention? Blink."

He was too into the little show he didn't bother to look at Luci as he walked up. (But he heard him... And could smell the cheap Chanel perfume on his clothes.)

He nodded towards the group as Luci sat beside him.

Luci's bored eyes softened. "Aww. Poor thing." His fake sympathy was gone after he snorted. "Who still bullies people? Are we still in middle school?"

Levi watched you finally get up and run. You bag falling off your shoulder and folders falling out. Your hair covered most of your face so he couldn't see mu--

" She won't last long here. Nice ass though."

Levi rolled his eyes. Of course Luci was already trying to eye fuck you. He likes them pathetic..

But he couldn't help but take a look at you himself.. You were new.. He knew every name of every student just in case their families messed with theirs. His eyes traveled up your fast moving legs --- Oh. So that's why you were being bullied. He didn't see one luxury brand label on your skirt or blouse. Your shoes looked well loved, again not a luxury name.. He got a glimpse of your wrist as you rounded the corner to the parking lot.

Colorful bands and plastic beads.. Not even a shine from some cheap fake diamonds and gold.

What was someone who looked like you doing here?

"Levi!"

He looked up to see Luci already walking. " Let's go brother. We got somewhere to be."

Suddenly he wanted to be on time? What was lighting his ass?

He got his answer when his brother's eyes roamed the parking lot. He sighed before unlocking the car. "Damn. Shes already gone.. I wanted to offer her a ride.." He smirked. " Then offer to take her home."

Levi swallowed his annoyance.. He wasn't a good actor. He huffed and got into Luci's car. "I love you brother, I really do. But sometimes you make me want to slit my own throat."

Luci threw his head back and laughed as he pulled out the parking lot. "And you make me want to put a bullet in my brain. Be grumpy for the ride but fake your smile when we get there. We need to see our darling Uncle."

Great...

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Pt2

[cutelikeharry]

After Credits. Janitor Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader Smut, 18+

Summary: Every Friday night, she escapes the stress of her senior year of college by unwinding at the movies. There, she meets Levi, an attractive janitor who isn’t happy with her habit of staying after the credits roll. But after an argument, their tension snaps, and she discovers that cleaning isn’t the only thing he’s good at.

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She had found herself at the cinema again. As a senior in uni, the stress of her final year was overwhelming, and Friday nights had become her personal tradition, the one time she could disconnect from the pressures of university life. It was her thing. Taking a break from her hectic schedule to enjoy the quiet solitude that only a cinema could offer. As an undergrad, she didn’t have much time to go out, but movies… movies were her escape.

She had started visiting the local cinema more often, choosing films based on what seemed interesting at the time, usually romance. She usually took the very last showings of the night, when the cinema was emptier and the darkened theater felt like her own little world.

Tonight was no different. She’d picked a romantic movie, nothing too special, but it had kept her entertained. The movie ended, the credits rolled, and the theater started emptying. People got up and left, chatting with friends or heading out, but she stayed in her seat, like always.

She had a habit of waiting until the very end. Some movies, especially the ones that were a little more mainstream, sometimes had extra scenes after the credits. She didn’t want to miss that, so she stayed seated, finishing off the last of her popcorn and waiting for any hidden surprises.

When the last of the people walked out, the theater went quiet. She looked around at the empty seats, then turned back to the screen. The soundtrack music from the movie, as the credits rolled, was the only sound. She was alone now, but she didn’t mind. This was her moment of peace.

That’s when she saw him.

A familiar figure appeared at the theater entrance. A man in his thirties carrying a broom, with a cart full of cleaning supplies beside him.

She knew him by now, if only in passing. She’d always be the last to leave, lingering for after-credit scenes, and he was always the one waiting, clearly annoyed by her habit. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes landing on her before he rolled them with his usual annoyance. 

She was caught off guard but didn’t let it show. She just kept eating her popcorn, ignoring him as he started sweeping up the mess from the theater. He went around picking up trash, moving up the rows. 

She had seen him before, but she never paid much attention to him until now. She noticed he was... attractive. His sharp features, the dark hair swept up in an undercut that looked a little too stylish for a janitor, and the slight shadow of dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t gotten much sleep in a while. 

Well, then again, it was past midnight, and he still had to clean up everyone’s mess, so it was understandable.

The light blue uniform stretched over his toned arms, his muscles flexing with each motion. His hands looked strong, veins visible, and she found herself watching him longer than she meant to.

He finished sweeping the lower rows and then headed up the aisle, skipping past a few rows before stopping directly at hers. She stayed seated, but she felt his presence as he walked toward her, stopping right next to her. She looked up at him, confused, wondering what he wanted.  

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore him, but it was hard. His eyes remained on her. Her attention instinctively darted back towards the screen, trying to focus on the credits, but every time she glanced back, she found his eyes still fixed on her. His expression was unreadable, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. She didn’t know what he wanted. Had she done something wrong?

Her eyes caught a small card hanging from around his neck. ‘A name tag’, she realized.

‘Levi Ackerman.’

“You’re still here?” Levi asked, clearly annoyed. His voice was low, a little tired.

She blinked, unsure how to respond to his comment. “Yeah… I’m waiting for the after-credits.”

He glanced shortly at the rolling credits, then back at her, his expression flat. "It's a romance movie. They don't do after-credits for this kind of thing."

She raised an eyebrow as she kept eating her popcorn. “You don’t know that. Maybe they do. Maybe there’s a surprise.”

Levi rolled his eyes before once again glancing at the screen. The credits were almost finished, the final names scrolling by, and she held her breath, hoping for more. But there was nothing. The screen turned off completely.

Her face dropped slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. She had been hoping for something, even though she knew deep down it was unlikely.

“See? No after-credits. Now, get out.”

She frowned, standing up, her hand gripping the bucket of popcorn a little tighter. “Hey, no need to be rude. I just wanted to see if there was something left. After-credits can be just as important as the movie, you know?”

Levi's expression didn’t soften. “You know, it’s Friday night, right? Most people go out and hang out with friends. Not sit here alone waiting for the credits to end.”

She felt her irritation rising. She wasn’t sure why he was being so condescending, but it was getting under her skin. “Maybe I like the quiet,” she shot back.

Levi didn’t seem to care much. He just gave a small shrug. “Whatever. Just take your popcorn and leave. I’ve got another theater to deal with before I can leave.”

She clenched her jaw, annoyed by the way he dismissed her. She didn’t want to leave just because he told her to, but what could she do? She was already standing.

She took the popcorn bucket and walked down the stairs, heading for the exit. Before she left, she turned to glance back at him. He was already back to cleaning, his broom moving over the floor, barely paying her any mind.

She stormed out of the theater, fists tight. His attitude pissed her off. He was a total jerk. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about his stupidly handsome face.

As the week went on and she attended her lectures, she couldn't shake him from her thoughts. She was angry with herself for not speaking up when he made those rude remarks, but she couldn't deny the way his light blue uniform clung to his muscular frame as he swept the theater. Her mind kept replaying images of him, making it impossible for her to concentrate on the lecture in front of her.

‘He's not even that good looking.’ she repeated, trying to convince herself that he was just another ordinary guy. But that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Every time she tried to brush it off, something about him kept pulling her back. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but it lingered in her mind, pulling her in despite her best efforts to ignore it.

‘Focus. You’re here to learn, not fantasize about some janitor.’ She’d shake her head, but still, the image of him would linger. She’d catch herself daydreaming, completely losing track of the professor’s words as she pictured him. 

Levi Ackerman, his name still fresh in her mind. 

By the time the next Friday rolled around, she had already decided it was time to escape again. 

Her weekly trip to the cinema had become a need. The place where she could leave her distractions behind. 

As she walked up to the ticket counter, she glanced at the list of movies showing. She’d seen them all except for one. 

It was a romance movie, but not like the ones she usually went for. This one had a big, bold "18+" slapped on it. She’d heard the rumors about this movie. Mostly graphic, erotic scenes. 

She hesitated, unsure. She wasn’t typically into movies that were this explicit, but something about the idea of watching it nagged at her. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe she was just looking for something different.

She shrugged, deciding to buy a ticket anyway. ‘One time won’t hurt,’ she thought, not really believing the excuse herself. She bought her popcorn and drink, then made her way towards the theater.

The theater was half empty as usual, and she picked her usual seat in the back row. She preferred it there. The middle rows were always too crowded, and the back gave her the space to settle in without distractions. She popped some popcorn into her mouth and sat down, waiting for the commercials to finish and the movie to start.

The movie wasn’t anything special at first. Just a young couple falling in love, the kind of story that was predictable, but still heartwarming. But as the film went on, it started pushing past what she’d expected, with scenes that felt... different. Graphic. Intimate. 

Her face heated up at certain moments. Scenes that felt way too graphic to be on the big screen. She shifted in her seat, trying to keep her focus on the screen, but it was hard. The scenes were almost uncomfortable to watch, not because they were poorly done, but because they felt too real. 

She didn’t know if she was more embarrassed by what was happening on screen or the fact that she was watching it by herself.

She couldn’t help but wonder. Would that Levi guy ever watch a movie like this? The thought made her stomach twist. It was strange, but she couldn’t shake the image of him in her mind, now mixing with the images on the screen. ‘God! What am I thinking?’ she scolded herself, trying to shake off the thoughts that were slowly creeping in.

As soon as the movie ended, she made a quick decision. She wasn’t about to stick around for another awkward run-in with Levi. She didn’t need to hear his comments about her watching that type of movie by herself on a Friday night. 

Her face was still flushed from the scenes she’d just watched, and the last thing she needed was him making some comment about her choice in media. Besides, she was almost sure there would be no after-credit scenes in this one.

As the credits rolled and the lights turned back on, people started gathering their things and heading towards the exits. She quickly stood up, grabbed her popcorn and drink, and without looking back, hurried down, weaving through the small crowd and skipping a few steps as she went.

Pushing open the door, she stepped into the hallway, her pace quickening as she made her way towards the exit. But as she rounded a corner, her elbow brushed against someone, and in an instant, her drink spilled across her white t-shirt. She cursed under her breath as the cold liquid soaked through the fabric, splashing onto the floor and sending popcorn tumbling everywhere.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” she blurted out, rushing to pick up the fallen paper cup and popcorn bucket. The mess was overwhelming. Most of the drink had already soaked into her shirt, leaving her feeling embarrassed as she frantically tried to clean up.

And then, she looked up. Standing there, watching her, was Levi.

She froze. She was still kneeling on the floor, her cheeks burning. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected to run into him again. Let alone like this. He looked a little taken aback, his expression unreadable, as he took in the scene. She could feel her face heating up even more, but she didn’t say anything. Her mouth felt dry, and she could feel the awkwardness wrapping around her, suffocating her.

As she stood up, she noticed Levi’s eyes flicker downward for a split second, widening just slightly before he looked away. It was subtle, but she caught it.

Then she realized why. The spilled drink had soaked through her shirt, and under the bright lights, her white t-shirt had turned slightly see-through, leaving little to the imagination. 

Her stomach dropped, and her face flushed intensely. She quickly pulled her jacket closed, covering herself as best she could. 

“I—I’ll just—uh, sorry,” she mumbled before she quickly turned and headed towards the bathroom. 

The bathroom was empty, as expected for this time at night. The cinema was practically deserted by now. She took her jacket off, then pulled off her shirt, trying not to think about the mess she’d just caused, leaving her in just her bra. 

She leaned over the sink, trying to scrub away the large stain from the spilled drink. The water splashed around, but the stain didn’t seem to want to go anywhere. 

She glanced up, her eyes landing on a small vending machine inside the bathroom, stocked with painkillers, tampons, and condoms. She raised an eyebrow, wondering to herself, ‘Do people actually do it in here?’

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t ignore the redness in her cheeks. Her face was still burning, and she found herself thinking about what had just happened.

‘He probably has to clean it up,’ she thought, her stomach twisting. He was probably furious. She felt guilty, even though she knew it was an accident. 

But then, her thoughts shifted once again. ‘Why the hell do I keep thinking about him?!’ she thought frustrated, trying to focus on getting the stain out of her shirt.

Her breath caught as the thought of him mixed with scenes from the movie she’d just watched. It felt like everything was colliding all at once. The way he looked at her, and the intimate scenes she’d just seen on screen. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her mind wandered, the images of Levi and the movie blending together in her thoughts, with herself somehow caught in the middle.

‘Gosh. What’s wrong with you?’ she scolded herself, gripping the edge of the sink.

The heat between her legs grew more intense as she imagined him standing over her, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. She pictured the sensation of his lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and his hand slipping under her shirt. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of her, his thick cock pushing deep inside of her.

Her breath quickened as her fingers instinctively brushed against the dampness of her panties beneath her skirt. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she gently rubbed herself through the thin fabric, her mind still filled with thoughts of Levi. She could almost feel his touch against her body. Her fingers moved in slow circles, sending waves of pleasure through her core.

She leaned against the bathroom counter, her legs trembling slightly as she continued to touch herself. Her free hand gripped the edge of the sink tightly as she increased the pressure and speed of her movements. Soft whimpers echoed in the empty bathroom as she neared her peak.

Suddenly, the sound of voices in the hallway snapped her back to reality. Her eyes flew open as she yanked her hand away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What was she doing? This was a public bathroom in a movie theater!

She shook her head, trying to bring herself back to reality. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would help clear her mind and wash away the lingering embarrassment and confusion. 

After scrubbing the last traces of the drink out of her shirt, she wrung the fabric out as best as she could. The shirt was still damp and a little cold against her skin as she put it back on, but at least it was clean. 

She slipped on her jacket and took one last look in the mirror, noticing that while her face was still flushed, but it was nowhere near the tomato-red shade it had been moments before.

She took a deep breath and opened the door of the bathroom, peeking out and glancing around to make sure Levi wasn’t lurking nearby.

Relieved to find the hallway empty, she slipped out and headed towards the exit, hoping to put this entire night behind her. But as she neared the main lobby, she slipped her hand into her jacket pocket, only to feel nothing. 

Her phone wasn’t there.

She froze mid-step, her eyes widening as she patted down her other pockets, searching. But it was no use. A sinking feeling hit her as she realized she must have left it back in the theater.

She sighed sharply as she retraced her steps in her mind. Of all nights, why tonight? She brushed her hands over her jacket one last time, then took a deep breath, accepting she’d have to go back and get it. 

Swallowing her frustration, she turned around and began the walk back towards the theater room, hoping she could just grab her phone, and get out without another awkward encounter.

She slipped back into the theater, relieved to find it empty. No Levi. Perfect. She hurried up the stairs, heading straight to her seat at the top row, scanning the floor as she approached. 

She leaned down, checking under the seat, then behind it, but her phone was nowhere to be found. Frustration started to bubble up just as she heard a voice from below.

“Forgot something?”

She froze, the annoyance hitting her instantly as she recognized that voice. With a sigh, she squinted in irritation and slowly turned around, spotting Levi at the bottom row, holding up her phone between his fingers. 

He didn’t even seem annoyed that he’d probably had to clean up her mess just a few minutes ago. He just stood there, as deadpan as ever.

She exhaled sharply, walking down the stairs to meet him. Levi watched her approach, and just as she was close enough, he tossed her phone up. 

She caught it with ease, pressing her lips together in a tight, annoyed smile as she raised her eyebrows, holding up the phone in acknowledgment. “Thanks,” she said, turning quickly to leave, hoping this would be the end of it.

But of course, Levi couldn’t resist.

“Interesting choice of film for a Friday night,” he commented dryly.

She stopped in her tracks. Really? She turned back around, rolling her eyes slightly as she tried to think of a response. 

“There’s nothing wrong with a girl enjoying… you know… erotica,” she replied, her voice coming out a bit more awkwardly than intended. 

She mentally cringed, hating that he was making her explain herself.

“If you say so.” He said unimpressed. "Must be desperate for excitement if that’s what you’re doing by yourself on a Friday night."

Her cheeks burned, but she wasn’t about to let him have the last word this time. “Not everyone watches these movies just for the scenes, you know,” she added defiantly, raising an eyebrow.

Levi paused, then looked at her with a skeptical tilt of his head, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, please. You’re not about to tell me you watched this movie for the plot.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe I did,” she said, though her voice wavered a little, clearly not convincing him.

He scoffed, stepping a bit closer. “Sure. Bet you were on the edge of your seat, real invested in their deep, meaningful conversations, right?”

Her mouth opened, then shut again as she struggled for a comeback. “Some of us appreciate storytelling,” she stuttered with as much dignity as she could muster, though the faint smirk in his eyes told her he wasn’t buying a word of it.

“Right,” he replied, deadpan. “Nothing says quality storytelling like an R-rated romance movie.”

She clenched her jaw slightly, both embarrassed and annoyed. “I just wanted to experiment with something new,” she replied, crossing her arms defensively.

“Could always try meeting real people for that.” He turned away, picking up his broom to continue his work, leaving her feeling even more flustered. 

She held her ground, arms crossed, eyeing him with a smirk that dared him to react. “Says the guy who probably hasn’t even been with a woman before.”

Levi paused mid-sweep, a faint chuckle escaping as he glanced at her over his shoulder. But he didn’t get defensive. He looked almost amused. “If that’s what you think,” he replied, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he returned to his work.

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she crossed her arms a bit tighter. ‘Oh,’ she thought, her heart beating a little faster. 

Most men would get flustered or defensive at comments like that, but him? He just looked back at her, calm and unfazed. Somehow, his confidence only made him more attractive.

She took a step closer, unable to stop herself. She found herself drawn in by the tension building between them. “Really?" she challenged again playfully. “And just how many women have you been with, Mr. Janitor?”

Levi turned fully towards her. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, lingering just a bit longer than necessary before replying, making her pulse quicken.

He set the broom aside and leaned casually against the wall. "Enough to know what I'm doing," he said. 

Her pulse quickened, but she refused to back down. She held his stare, stepping even closer. "Is that so?" she murmured. 

Levi smirked, noticing how close she stood as he looked at her, her cleavage pressing against his chest. His eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What? You don’t believe me?”

Her heart raced as she met his eyes, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. Her breath quickened, but her eyes remained teasing. She stepped a fraction closer, her fingers sliding slowly up the back of his neck, her fingers into his undercut. She leaned closer, pulling him in just a little, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Maybe I need some…proof.” 

Levi’s hand shot out before she could react, his fingers threading through the back of her hair with a harsh grip, yanking her head back. The sudden force caught her off guard, and before she could protest, his lips crashed against hers. Rough, urgent, and without hesitation. 

Levi’s other hand gripped her waist as he pulled her closer, his hold tightening. His fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling her even further into the kiss, the pressure making her breath catch in her throat.

“You want proof?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough. “You’re getting more than that.”

Her pulse quickened as her surroundings came rushing back. She glanced around, remembering they were in a movie theater. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face as she pulled back slightly, just enough to catch her breath.

“What if someone sees us?” she whispered, the thrill of the moment mixing with the risk, making her heart pound harder.

Levi closed the space between them again, his mouth brushing hers as he spoke, “No one will. The place’s closed by now. They lock up after the last show,” he murmured. 

Levi's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly. His lips trailed hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck, earning a soft moan from her. 

Without warning, Levi's hands moved lower, squeezing her ass possessively. She gasped at the bold move, her body tensing briefly before melting into his touch. His strong fingers kneaded the soft flesh, pulling her even closer against him. 

Levi lifted her right leg, hooking it around his waist. The new position pressed their bodies together intimately, and her breath caught as she felt the hard bulge throbbing against her center. Even through layers of clothing, the heat radiating between them was intense. Her breath hitched as Levi ground his hips against her, the friction sending pleasure through her core. His hands gripped her other thigh, lifting her up and pressing her back against the wall. 

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pinned her there. His mouth found her neck again. He sucked gently on her skin before trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as soft moans escaped her lips.

“Levi…,” she moaned.

Levi's hands slid under her jacket, his calloused fingers tracing gentle patterns on the bare skin of her back, sending a shiver down her spine. In one swift motion, he slipped the jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

She shivered, her heart racing as she felt his warm breath against her skin. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

Levi’s smirk lingered as he slowly lowered her back down to the floor, his hands steady on her waist. His breath was hot against her lips before he leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a deeper, more possessive kiss. His tongue brushed softly against hers, drawing her in until she melted against him, her fingers curling into his shirt as the intensity between them grew.

She pulled away from the kiss, her heart racing as she looked up at him. Without a word, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her fingers trailing down his chest and abdomen as she went. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension in his muscles as her hands explored.

She reached for his belt. The metal felt cold against her skin as she struggled to unfasten it, overcome with excitement. After a few moments, she finally managed to undo it, the sound of metal clinking.

Her breath quickened as she tugged at his zipper, pulling it down quickly. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, her knuckles brushing against his lower abdomen before she slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of him, thick and fully erect. She glanced up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed. 

Levi's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her closer. She parted her lips, her tongue teasingly darting out to lick the tip. She heard Levi's sharp intake of breath and felt emboldened. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to bob up and down his erection.

Levi groaned softly, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. 

She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat as she moved, her tongue swirling around him. Levi's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements.

"That's it," he murmured with desire. "Take it all."

She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes watering slightly. The sight of her lips wrapped around him, her eyes locked on his, sent a jolt of pleasure through Levi's body. He thrust his hips forward, pushing himself further into her mouth.

Her hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingers. She quickened her pace, her head bobbing faster as she sucked him harder.

Levi's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he neared his peak. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

She locked eyes with him, maintaining eye contact as she took him as deep as she could. Her throat relaxed, allowing him to slide further in. She swallowed around him, the muscles of her throat contracting.

Levi groaned deeply, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, I'm gonna—" 

He didn’t finish his sentence before she felt his hand on the back of her head, drawing her closer. The warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, her eyes watering slightly as she took everything he gave her. 

As the last pulses lingered, Levi gently pulled out of her mouth. He looked down at her, wiping away the bit of saliva spilling from her mouth with his thumb. 

Levi pulled her to her feet, his eyes roaming over her flushed face. Without warning, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. His hands slid up her thighs, bunching her skirt around her waist. 

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

She obeyed, her heart pounding. Levi's fingers traced teasing patterns along her inner thighs, inching higher but not quite touching where she desperately wanted him.

"Please," she whimpered, pressing her hips back against him.

Levi chuckled darkly. "Patience," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. His fingers finally slipped through her damp panties, sliding between her folds.

She gasped as he began stroking her, his fingers circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance.

"So wet already," Levi murmured in her ear. "Is this what you wanted when you came to watch that movie? To be touched like this?"

She could only whimper in response as Levi slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. Her hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction.

Levi's other hand slid up to cup her breast through her shirt, beneath her bra, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She arched into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips.

His fingers pumped in and out of her at a steady pace, his thumb circling her clit. The sensation had her trembling against him, her legs shaking as the pleasure built within her core.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as Levi continued to work his fingers inside her. Levi's breath was hot against her neck, his chest pressed firmly against her back as he held her in place.

With a low groan, Levi slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her whimpering at the loss. But before she could protest, he spun her around to face him, crashing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed herself against him. Levi's hands roamed her body, one tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip. His tongue swept into her mouth as their kiss deepened. 

Levi forcefully pulled her closer, their tongues tangled in a heated kiss. He pushed her onto one of the front-row seats, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he knelt before her, making sure she couldn't escape his grasp as their lips remained locked in passion.

His hand slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing along her spine as they traveled upward. She shivered, her breath hitching as he found her bra strap, his fingers pausing just briefly before unhooking it with ease. She slid the bra straps down her shoulders and tugged it free, tossing it to the floor beside them. 

Levi pulled back, his hands slid under the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly. The fabric bunched and gathered, rising up just enough to reveal her bare chest, but he stopped before taking it off completely. He paused briefly, admiring the sight before him, and then lowered his head to take one of her nipples between his lips, his tongue gently sucking and circling around it.

Levi’s other hand slid down to her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties under her skirt. He glanced up at her, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded, breath quickening. With a slight smile, he eased her panties down, sliding them off before spreading her legs open, revealing her pussy to him.

Her heavy breathing filled the air as she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive skin. Levi looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her skin as he kissed her inner thigh. She shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his tongue tracing a line up her thigh, closer and closer to her entrance. Her breathing got heavier, her fingers gripping the seat as she felt his tongue brush against her.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he explored her folds with his tongue. She gasped as Levi's tongue flicked against her clit. He started slow, teasing licks that had her squirming.

"Oh god—," she moaned, her head falling back against the seat.

Levi's tongue circled her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance. He lapped at her wetness, savoring her taste as her hips bucked against his face. 

Her fingers tangled in Levi's hair, tugging lightly as pleasure coursed through her. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending sparks through her core. His tongue plunged inside her, fucking her as his nose rubbed against her clit.

"Ah, Levi," she gasped, her hips grinding against his face as waves of pleasure washed over her. His tongue worked expertly, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks against her most sensitive spots.

Levi's body tensed as he watched her gentle whimpers turn into desperate moans. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his own arousal was hard to ignore. With each movement and breath, she stirred something within him. His cock throbbed in response, and he struggled to resist the urge to take her right then and there.

Her thighs began to tremble as she felt the tension building within her. Levi sensed her approaching climax and increased his efforts, his tongue circling her clit faster as he slid two fingers inside her. He curled them upwards, stroking that perfect spot inside her as his mouth continued to work on her clit. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna—" she cried out, her back arching as her orgasm hit her hard. Her body shook with the intensity of it, waves of pleasure radiating outwards from her core. Levi didn't let up, his fingers and tongue working her through every aftershock until she collapsed. 

Her body trembled as the waves of pleasure slowly went down. Levi pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. She was still catching her breath, eyes closed, chest rising and falling, when he stood and sat down in the seat beside her.

The distinct sound of a wrapper caught her attention, snapping her eyes open. She turned to see Levi pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his already erect cock. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through her as she desperately tried to ignore the thought of him using this same routine with other girls at the movies.

She gasped, caught off guard as Levi suddenly lifted her and pulled her towards him, his hands firm on her waist. In one fluid, swift motion, he had her straddling his lap, her knees resting on either side of his legs, and her chest pressed close against his, her arms instinctively finding their way to the top of his shoulders. The unexpected intimacy left her breathless, her heart pounding as she met his intense stare. 

"You sure about this?" Levi asked. 

She nodded eagerly as she felt the head of his cock brush against her wet entrance, teasing her. "Yes, please," she breathed.

She gasped as Levi slowly guided her hips down, his thick cock stretching her as he entered her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she adjusted to his size. Levi groaned softly, his hands on her waist as he helped her sink down onto him inch by inch.

"Fuck, you're tight," Levi muttered, his voice strained.

She whimpered as she finally took him all the way inside her. She paused for a moment, panting softly as she got used to the feeling of fullness. Levi's hands roamed her body, caressing her sides and back as he waited patiently for her to be ready.

After a few breaths, she began to move, rolling her hips experimentally. She slowly lifted herself, then sank back down onto Levi's cock. She started moving up and down in a gentle rhythm, enjoying every second of the feeling of him stretching and filling her with each thrust. Levi's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up to meet her.

"God, you feel amazing," she gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her.

Levi leaned closer, pressing his face into her bouncing breasts. He kissed a path down her cleavage before taking one into his mouth and sucking eagerly, leaving behind small red marks that would surely be visible later. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as their pace quickened.

Her moans grew louder as Levi hit deeper inside her. She clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure built. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty theater, mixing with their heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure.

Levi's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. He could feel her walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper with each roll of her hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Levi groaned in her ear.

She whimpered in response, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her release. She moved hard against him, feeling the friction of his cock hitting all the right spots inside her.

Levi sensed her growing desperation and suddenly gripped her hips, stilling her movements. Before she could protest, Levi lifted her off him and spun her around. 

"Bend over," he commanded.

Her heart raced as she obeyed, leaning forward and gripping the seat in front of her. She felt exposed and vulnerable in this position, but the thrill of it sent shivers down her spine.

Levi's hands roamed over her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks, exposing her wet pussy to him. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock teasing her entrance once again. Without warning, Levi thrust forward, filling her completely once again.

She gasped at the sudden fullness, her fingers gripping the seat tighter as Levi began to move. He started with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp loudly.

Levi's hands gripped her hips, steadying her as he lifted her right leg and hooked it over his shoulder, turning her onto her side, as she clung to the backrest of the seat for support. She gasped loudly as Levi slid back inside her, pumping in and out of her in the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper than before.

"Ah! Fuck—," she moaned, her voice trembling. 

The position left her exposed, her leg held high as Levi's hand roamed her body. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin before sliding up to cup her breast. She arched into his touch, her head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure coursed through her.

"Mmmph!” She bit her lower lip hard, trying to restrain her cries of ecstasy. She could feel him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her body trembled, growing weak from the intense pleasure as her back arched and her head leaned against the backrest.

Encouraged by her reaction, Levi angled his hips to hit that spot repeatedly. His thrusts became harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge with each movement. She could feel herself getting close, that familiar tension building in her lower abdomen. 

"Oh god, Levi," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "Don't stop. I'm so close."

Levi’s grip on her hip tightened as he continued his relentless pace. 

"You want more?" Levi asked with a smirk.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Please, I need more."

Levi's fingers found her clit, tracing circles around it in time with his thrusts. Her body trembled as Levi's fingers focused on her clit. The dual sensations of his cock hitting deep inside her and his fingers on her most sensitive spot quickly pushed her towards the edge. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as the pressure built.

"Oh god, oh god," she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna—"

Her words cut off in a loud cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body contracting with release, her back arching as the pleasure radiated through her. Her cunt clenched around Levi's cock, drawing him in deeper.

Levi groaned at the feeling of her pulsing around him. He lowered her leg back to the floor before he continued thrusting through her climax, prolonging her pleasure. His movements became more erratic as he neared his own release. 

Her body trembled as the aftershocks of her peak rippled through her. Levi's breathing became ragged as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust.

"Fuck, I'm close," Levi groaned, his voice strained.

She gasped as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts as she felt him swell inside her. Levi let out a final, deep thrust and buried himself completely as he reached his climax. He let out a deep, raspy moan as he came, his hips jerking against her as he filled the condom.

For a moment, they stayed still, both panting heavily as they came down from their highs. Slowly, Levi’s grip on her relaxed and he slowly pulled out, causing her to whimper softly at the loss. He carefully removed the condom, tying it off and setting it aside to dispose of later.

She sat up properly in her seat, pulling her shirt down and fixing her skirt, just as Levi pulled up his pants before sitting beside her. They both sat quietly, their breathing slowly going back to normal.

She could feel the heat from Levi's body next to hers. Her skin felt warm and damp with sweat.

She ran a hand through her messy hair, trying to smooth it down.

Levi leaned his head back against the seat. She glanced over at him, taking in his profile in the dim light. She felt unsure what to say or do now that the heat of the moment had passed.

After a few moments of silence, Levi turned his head slightly, his expression was unreadable as ever. He looked directly at her eyes and she felt her face heating up, suddenly shy in the aftermath of their encounter. 

"So...that happened," she murmured.

Levi exhaled quietly, a faint hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Not something you usually do on a Friday night, I assume." His tone was as dry as usual, but there was a hint of warmth underneath.

She laughed awkwardly, shaking her head. "Yeah. Definitely not. This was...unexpected."

"Beats watching those cheesy romance movies alone, doesn't it?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling."Some of those movies have their charms."

"Sure they do," Levi replied dryly. 

They fell into silence again, but it felt more comfortable now. Her mind was racing, trying to process everything that had just happened. Part of her couldn't believe she'd just had sex with the grumpy janitor in an empty movie theater. Another part of her was already wondering if it would happen again.

"What about you? Is this... a regular thing for you?" She asked.

Levi's expression remained neutral. "Fucking strangers in the theater? Can't say it is." He said looking up at the ceiling.

She bit her lip, hesitating before speaking again. "I'm Y/N, by the way… In case you were wondering who you just… you know."

"Levi," he replied, even though she had just moaned his name a few moments ago.

"So..." she started hesitantly. "Do you make a habit of this? Hooking up with girls after hours?"

Levi turned to look at her fully, his expression serious.

"No," Levi said firmly, his eyes locking onto hers. “I don’t. Not really my thing."

Levi’s words hung in the air for a moment before her mind caught up with them. She blinked, trying to process what he had just said. “Wait, really?”

Levi turned his head slightly, his expression blank. “Why would you think otherwise?” he asked.

She bit her lip, feeling a flush creep up her neck. She shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Well… you had a condom,” she murmured, glancing away. “Kinda seemed like you carry those around at work… you know, just in case.”

Levi’s expression remained deadpan. “I don’t carry them for fun. I have to refill those stupid vending machines in the bathrooms,” he said flatly. “It’s just part of the job.”

She blinked, surprised. She hadn’t expected that answer. Her mind raced as the details sank in, and it actually made sense.

“Oh,” she said, a small laugh escaping her. “Well, that’s... practical.”

Levi nodded as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’d be surprised how often people go to the bathroom for more than just business,” he added disgusted.

Her cheeks burned, and she couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly. The memory of her rushing into the bathroom just a few minutes ago flooded back “Yeah,” she said awkwardly. “That’s... weird.”

They sat in silence for another moment, the air between them charged with an unfamiliar tension. 

Her mind raced, unsure what to do or say next. Part of her wanted to lean in and kiss him again, to see if the spark was still there. Another part felt suddenly self-conscious, hyperaware of her messy appearance and the fact that she had just fucked a man she barely knew.

"So,” Levi said, snapping her out of her thoughts, and breaking the silence. “You got anything else planned for tonight?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her. 

She was caught off guard by the question. She hesitated for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before answering, "Uh...no, not really," she said. 

She hadn't expected him to ask her something so casual, especially after everything that had just happened.

Levi’s lips curled into a sly smirk, his eyes filled with intrigue as he leaned in closer. He gently lifted her chin and tilted her head back, causing her to look up at him.

"Good," he said as he ran his thumb down her lip, watching her closely as she trembled under his touch. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

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erwin: would you slap your best friend for a thousand dollars?

levi, scoffing: i would slap hange for free

hange, tearing up: i’m your best friend??

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art by: hiel-am

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