â midnight ventures Ëââş levi ackerman x f!reader (18+ MDNI)
You shouldnât have looked and he shouldnât have been there.
But Fate can have a funny sense of humor. The punchline that night? Stumbling onto your naked Captain in a hot spring⌠and doing something about it.
content â Rated E - Canon universe, Snowed-in, Winter, Hot Springs, Power Dynamics, Smut, Orgasm Delay, Oral (f. receiving), Authority Kink, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Biting, Multiple Orgasms, Light dom/sub dynamics, Soft!Dom Levi (wc: 11.7k).
Thanks to my BETA @stellar-smth. Written for @sixpennydame following this prompt: "I can't get enough of you."
Crossposted on AO3.
The mountain is a lonely, cruelly cold place.
Up here, everything is covered by planes of white, endless valleys rolling and coming. Icicles cling onto winding branches, while roots are drowned in bitter cold. Even nature seems to be at a complete standstill here.
Getting lost here would be ill-advised.
And yet, here you are, stranded, with the last person you ever expected to be with.
Captain Levi Ackerman.
âThat was our last one, sir,â you say as you lower the flare gun, securing it to the harness strapped to your wool jacket. Gray smoke, usually reserved to warn of the presence of abnormals, now towers above you. It was a last hope to signal someone to your location and unfortunately, no answer has come.
You are, in every sense of the word, lost.
"You grew up around here, didn't you?" comes Levi's voice, that his gravelly and magnetic tone that always makes you instantly zero-in on him. "Any of this look familiar?â
You meet his impassive stare, and you try to ignore the familiar flutters forming in the pit of your stomach.
âI did. But Iâm sorry, sir, I donât recognize these parts,â you answer evenly, glancing at the footprints in the snow. âEverything looks the same to me.â
âI see.â
You rub your hands over your covered arms, trying to create your own means of warmth. "My father used to say these mountains were a death trap come winter. I suppose there was some truth to his words.â
âA death trap.â Levi clicks his tongue. âA novelty in our lives, Iâm sure.â
Your chuckle beneath your breath. Â
Somewhere to the north of here is a military outpost, the destination of your supply round. Unfortunately, as things stand now, you won't reach it on time. Perhaps if you had ODM gear or horses, you might have already reached it. But winter in the mountains renders both useless: the hooks don't secure properly because of the ice, and horses aren't trained to navigate such terrains.
Hence, you are doing everything by foot.Â
âIt's going to be dark soon,â Levi points out in a monotone voice, as if this situation wasnât a matter of life-and-death.
You stare at the darkening clouds over the horizon. "Yeah."
Levi kicks some snow with his boot, white particles clouding the air. âLetâs head back down, I saw a cabin on our way up.â
âYes, sir.â
With his directives now laid out, you begin the walk down. Levi sets the pace, keeping a diligent speed that ensures your bodies stay warm and your minds stay sharp. For a while, thatâs all there is to it. Nothing but the crunching of footsteps in snow and the wind howling across white nothing.
The silence gives you a moment to yourself, one where you're able to take in your surroundings, including the sight of your Captain next to you. Â
Like you, Leviâs appearance is marked by the cold. His eyes, red-rimmed; eyelashes, glistening white; his cheeks, flushed with a rosy hue; his hair, flowing and ebbing midnight.Â
It suits him, this look. All dressed in white, he looks beautiful.
Not exactly a surprise, you suppose. Your Captain could wear a rag and still look good.
Itâs an objective, albeit unfortunate, truth. Your Captain is beautiful, magnetic, striking⌠and you happen to have a big, fat crush on him.
Itâs not like it's a secret. You think everyone in the Corps knows at this point. The brats from the 104th love to tease you about it. So does Commander Hange, for that matterâsomehow, you think it is no coincidence the two of you ended up paired for this mission.
Meddlers, they all are.
"Oi, focus on the road," Levi grumbles.Â
Your cheeks warm, feeling like your Captain caught you red handed with your daydreams, even if you know that, objectively speaking, there's no way he did (Levi is many things, but a mind reader isn't one of them. Thank the Walls for that.)Â
Despite knowing that, you can't help but stammer, "S-sir?"Â
"You're not focused on the road. You're going to slip and hurt yourself."Â
And he's right, of course. It is slippery. Dangerous, even.
But how exactly does your Captain even know you aren't focused on the path? He's not looking your way.
(Over the year, you've learned this hard truth: Levi always knows, somehow.)Â Â
A snow storm has picked up by the time the cabin comes into view. Relief expands in your chest; you were just starting to lose the feeling of your toes.
The shelter appears to be deserted. Out of courtesy, you knock several times, checking the perimeters for signs of life, but when itâs clear no one is inside, your Captain decides that survival precedes politeness.
He surprises you with a new skill: opening locked doors.
âDare I ask when you learned to pick locks, s-sir?â you stutter as he uses the tools from his bag. His movements are nimble and practiced, like a well-oiled machine. âS-secret skill from the Underground?â
From his crouched position, your Captain shoots you a blank look. âYou may not ask.â
With a click, the door swings open.
You enter, raising your oil lamp to illuminate the inside. A half-decorated living room with a dining table, a sofa, and a fireplace. There are additional rooms to the back.
"Nobodyâs lived here for months,â you comment, sniveling.
âThey intended to come back.â He bobs his head to the right. "There's fresh wood and supplies over there."
You hum in agreement, teeth chattering. âItâs-s common enough for folks beneath the mountains to have a second house up here. Maybe they plan on coming up come s-summer.â
Levi grunts out a sound, presumably not caring too much as to why the house is well-equipped, but glad that it is all the same. Either way, you're clearly trespassing on someone's property, and you hope that whoever this house belongs to won't mind soldiers occupying it for one night.
Knowing the Captain, they'll probably find it in a cleaner state than the one they left it in, anyway.
But before that, your Captain seems to have other plans.Â
âBefore we do anything else, we need to take care of you,â he declares.
Your Captainâs gray eyes then narrow onto you, roving up and down. His attention makes you straighten in place, feeling uneasy to be in his spotlight. Levi closes the door with a swing of a leg. His stare never strays from his thorough inspection.
A shiver licks your spine. âS-sir?â
âYouâre shaking like a leaf. Strip, now.â
Your stomach stupidly flips at Leviâs orders.Â
"You need to change into something dry," he adds in a rueful tone. Â
You chuckle nervously while your brain goes into overdrive.Â
... Shit.Â
This is going to be a long night, isn't it?
Trying to push aside all the ways you feel overwhelmed by Levi's presence (you are, after all, fucking cold), you begin to remove your ice-coated gloves. This, however, proves to be an exceptionally painful endeavorâyou suck in a breath when you realize you can't completely bend your fingers. Oh, no. Why canât you bend your fingers?
âDamn it, youâre like an icicle,â comes Leviâs sharp voice behind you. Before you can make sense of anything, you feel your Captain by your right side, seizing your hands to inspect them.Â
You wince.
Levi is right, of course. Your fingers feel as though they are frozen, though you know theyâre not. You can still move them, just painfully.
Still, youâre not exactly feeling peachy right now. Youâre visibly trembling and your balance is growing more wobbly. And why is your vision so hazy?
âWhy didnât you speak up earlier?â Levi scolds. He shrugs off his own gloves and scatters them to the floor. He grabs your hands into his own, rubbing to create friction.
You stare, watching his slender fingersârough and calloused and yet, so gentleâencompass your own. Itâs the first time he touches you like this, and even if thereâs nothing romantic about the gesture, your heart somersaults all the same.
(Stress and romantic attraction cause such similar reactions, you note in passing.)Â
âIâm s-sorry, sir. I really didnât realize I was feeling so cold,â you say.Â
âDo you have something dry to change into?"
You nod.
âGood. Go change while I get the fireplace going,â he tells you.
You do just that.Â
While Levi works on the chimney, you discover that the rest of the house consists of two bedrooms and a lavatory. You donât waste time inspecting them; you quickly lock yourself in a room. The first layer to go is your coat, but everything else is eventually removed. You change into dry pants and a sweater retrieved from your bag. Then you lay out your belongings, as well as Leviâs scattered coat and gloves, on wooden chairs, placing them near the starting fire, hoping (praying) that they dry by tomorrow morning.
Leviâs just finished throwing several logs into the fire. He stands up to meet you, looking at you through a half-lidded stare.
Unlike you, your Captain's clothing is relatively dry; only his gray shirt sports wet patches, the fabric clinging to his chest. You try not to stare at his well-defined muscles for too long.
(Even if you really, really, really wish you could.)Â
The beginning of crackling amber hovers on one side of Leviâs face, creating sunken shadows on the opposite side.
âLooks like cleaning will need to wait. Youâre trembling like a drowned rat,â he says.
You conceal a smile. âL-like the ones in the Underground, s-sir?â
âYeah, and Iâve seen enough for a lifetime.â His eyes narrow to slithers. âJust⌠sit your ass down on the sofa. Iâll find blankets and make tea.â You stare at him blankly, which he seems to take as some kind of signal to press the urgency in his tone. âFucking stay awake, got it?âÂ
You give him a confused look, but soon catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the windows. Ah. You're not looking so wellâyour lips are chapped, and there's shadows plaguing your eyes.
Levi finds several blankets in a wardrobe. With your help, he moves the sofa from one side of the room to the next, positioning it right in front of the fire. Levi forces you to sit (âBut sir, I canââ âStop arguing and sit the fuck down.â), and soon, he layers covers over your shoulders.
The sofa shifts under his weight as he sits next to you.
âYou alright?â he asks.
You nod, still groggy. You're still cold, but the tea is helping a little.
Still, you should really try to warm up now. You attempt to take a sip of your drink, but in your excitement, you forget the fact that fresh tea tends to be, in fact, piping hot.
It trickles down to a burning sensation down your throat. âPah, I think I just burned my tongue.â
âNow I'm starting to think you take pleasure in inflicting pain on yourself.â
âN-no." You gulp nervously. "I just didnât notice the tea was so hot.â
âIt's tea."
"Yeah, well. I guess I'm still not thinking straight. It's just s-still so cold in here.â
You do your best to hug the cup of tea with both hands, still audibly shivering, while snuggling into the blankets Levi threw over you. In front of you, the hearth continues to warm, staining the room with a glow that's oddly comforting.Â
A log splinters.
Then, Leviâs voice barrels through: âHand over the tea.â
You turn towards him.
Your Captain is fixing you with a severe frown. Without questioning his orders, you hand him the drink. You think he might add some lukewarm water to it to make it drinkable, but to your surprise, he places both cups on the cold floor close to the edge of the sofa.
A confused look draws on your face.
What now?
âFucking come here already,â your Captain orders.
And he gestures with two fingers in his direction.
Thatâs when you realize what Leviâs offering. Heâs⌠beckoning you closer.
He wants to warm you up.
You gape at him.
This isn't happening. Is it?Â
But apparently not interested in watching you mull this over, Levi doesnât leave you time to consider his proposal. He yanks on the blankets draped over your shoulders, reeling you close. You heave as the back of your skull collides with his collarbone, and you readjust against the crook of his neck.
âSâ just for a moment,â he mumbles under his breath, arms settling by your side.
And who are you to contest that? He's your Captain, you can hardly disobey him (well, you know you could disobey this particular order, but it's too late for that now).
So you let him tuck you close, and you discover that Levi is warm, and you think how nice that feels after hours of walking in cold weather. In fact, Leviâs body rather reminds you of a furnace right now, burning at its strongest in winter. His embrace creates a little cocoon of body heat just for you; soon, all you can smell is him, the scent of tea leaves and cotton enveloping you into a lovely state of serenity.Â
(You always did love Levi's scent.)
With enough elements grounding you, you let your head roll back, pressing against his right shoulder blade, trying to ignore his steel muscles (that you can, admittedly, finally feel to some degreeâand they are just as hard as you always imagined they would be).
âFuck, youâre freezing.â Your Captainâs voice rumbles against your back, presumably feeling the cold sting of your cheek as you nestle closer.
In response, Leviâs hands slot over your forearms, something careful and hesitant about his touch. You hold your breath, feeling his fingers spread against your sweater. There, he begins to rub up and down, repeated motions that create tiny tingles down their path.
The added friction renders you speechless.
It was one thing to be so close to him before; now, your Captain is essentially stroking you. His attempts to create warmth spread like wildfire, and in an absence of coherent thoughts, you let the fire consume you.
Soon, even the fireplace growing in size doesnât seem to phase you. It licks the cold air, spreading from all sides, but it is nothing compared to the burning sensations simmering across your neck, your cheeks, and down to your core. Itâs like Leviâs touch is commanding it everywhere, this warmth, leaving you flustered and confused.
Then Leviâs fingers make contact with your bare wrist, and you jolt.
Because unlike the rest of his body, his hands are freezing.
âWhat⌠Captain! Your hands areâw-whaââ You let your voice trail, heart plummeting in your chest, when you come to a realization, a realization that makes you a little frustrated. âHey! You were cold all along as well!â
A clicking sound resonates against the shell of your ear. âStop yapping.â
You try to move to face him, but Levi grabs your wrists with an iron grip, keeping you locked against the expanse of his chest, making his order quite clear.
âQuit squirming and stay put,â he mutters.Â
âBut, Captain, you gave me all the blankets,â you complain, for once foregoing your respect for him and letting your concern speak volumes instead. A decided frown settled between your brows. âWhat would I say to Hange if their best soldier died trying to save me?â
âI wasn't going to die."
"But what if you did?"
"Then Iâm sure youâd have found a creative way to spin it.â
âYou still shouldnât have done that. Iâm not worth Humanityâs Strongest.â
âStop saying stupid shit and focus on staying warm.â
You sigh. Your Captain and his stubborn ways. He was never good at putting his needs on the line, and years of military service havenât changed this fact.
Still, not finding the energy to argue back, you allow the conversation to die out.
It is only a minute later, as you try to relax back in your position that you notice that Leviâs breath has mellowed out as well. In fact, your Captainâs attempts at creating frictions have slowed in urgency. His pace is now languid; his fingers are wrapped around your shoulders while his thumbs slide up and down, up and down. Slow.
You imagine that the two of you rather look like two people lounging on a sofa after a long day's work.
Like lovers.
âTea's ready,â comes Levi's husky voice, making you jump in your seat.
You swallow down all the feelings bubbling at the back of your throatâthe ones begging and begging to be let outâkeeping your face trained ahead.
âR-right. Um, thank you for that, Captain,â you say. "I feel all better now."
Breaking away from his embrace, you try to avoid his burning gaze. You grab both cups, handing him one without sparring him a glance.
Instead, you move to sit at the edge of your seat, far away from your Captain. Between the two of you, the covers bundle together, discarded.
âSo, what do you think?â he asks.
You stare at your flustered reflection in the tea cup. "Mm?"
âWhy the hell does it smell like old eggs in here?â
That takes you right out of it.
You finally look up at Levi, meeting his lidded stare. Old eggs?
â... Sorry?â
âThe fucking stench,â he mutters, wrinkling his noise. âIt reeks in here.â
And thatâs when you realize that Levi is talking about the smell in the air, the scent thatâs lingered everywhere since you entered the house, but you were too focused on everything else to notice.
An odor you know well enough.
âOh,â you say dumbly, âthatâs the smell of a hot spring.â
âWhat?â
You finish your cup of tea in one gulp, now just perfectly warm and drinkable, and place it back on the floor. âI think this house might have one.â
You swiftly get up, darting to the bedroom you changed in earlier.
And sure enough, as you pull the curtains open, you notice a familiar sight. The back gardens of the house, all dusted in white, are painted with steam and water.
A hot spring.
.... And you are, you realize, a complete idiot.
Why didn't you think of this before? You could have simply taken a dip to warm up.
âWhatâs that?â Leviâs monotone voice comes from behind. Heâs close to you, hovering just behind your shoulders, but you do not turn around. Youâre certain that if you do, that you will find him bathed by the moonlight and that you wonât be able to form a single coherent sentence.
âA natural body of water, sir. Itâs what Commander Hange was talking about in their briefing for this mission. Hot springs are found all over these mountains..." You bite your lower lip. "I didnât realize we were right next to a hot spring. I could have spared you all the effort in warming me up.â
âNo thanks, Iâve no intentions in having us swim around in something that smells so foul,â he grumbles. âBesides, itâs not good to go from two extreme temperatures.â
You hum. âTrue enough.â
âIt smells vile.â
âItâs the sulfur. Itâs great for muscle tension.â
âSounds dubious.â
âI promise, itâs true!â
Forgetting your own advice, you turn around to drive your point home, and you realize that Levi is closeâthat you could count his eyelashes, if you wanted. But you donât, because normal soldiers donât think about counting the eyelashes of their superior.
âW-When I was young," you stammer, "my parents sometimes brought me up to the mountains to swim in them. Theyâre perfectly safe.â
Levi makes a face. âIâll pass. But I guess itâs good to know the stench isnât coming from the house itself.â
You snort.
Leviâs eyes seem to soften, half-lidded as they were. And just as you suspected, the moonlight trickling in really does something to your Captainâs face, bathing in with a silver hue that brings out the blue in his eyes.
Donât look at his lips, donât look at his lips, donât lipsâŚ
âLooks like titan steam,â the Captain suddenly comments, looking at the steam fogging the windows beyond your shoulders.
He takes a step back.
You let out a much-needed breath, one you didnât realize you were holding all along. âUh-huh. It does.â
You glance back towards the hot spring, noticing that the snowstorm is close to subsiding, a cloak of black draping the sky beyond.
âWell, I suppose we should get to work, now that weâre all warmed up, huh?â you suggest.Â
âYeah. Let's get this dusty-old house spotless.â
That night, you can't fall asleep.
This in itself isnât a rare occurrenceâmost Scouts have somewhat questionable sleeping habits. Between the world of titans and watching comrades die, there's plenty of reasons for soldiers to struggle with sleeping.
The problem is, at least tonight, the culprit isnât insomnia.
Itâs⌠something else.
Something that's lead your thoughts astray.
Maybe it's everything that happened with the Captain earlier, maybe it's the snowy setting that feels oddly romantic, maybe it's the cold that zapped your brain but... you keep on imagining what itâd be like to have Levi next to you, doing indescribable things to you. You imagine him turning on his pillow, taking his time to take in every line of your exposed skin. Heâd unravel you with his gaze alone, youâre sure of it. Would he bestow the same intensity he reserves in training? Would his fingers hook around your limbs with the same ferocity? You think they might.
You thinkâ
You groan, cutting your fantasies short. You and your damn fixation on Captain Leviâthe one person who couldnât possibly be less within your reach. This crush of yours must be a cruel joke from Maria, Rose, Sina⌠maybe all three of them combined.
More importantly, why is it all resurfacing now of all times? It's been fucking years that this one-sided crush of yours has been, just, there. In all this time, you've managed to reign in your emotions.
So why? Why won't your mind stop wandering into dangerous territories? Why can't you shut it down even now?
Whatever the reason may be, you need to find a solution to your... predicament. You suppose you could try to be quiet about it here, to bring yourself the release you desire, but you fear your Captain hearing you, given that he's sleeping in the room next to yours. You canât imagine being caught in the act of pleasuring yourself.
No.
You need to find somewhere private.
Somewhere likeâŚ
Oh.Â
The hot springs.
Of courseâwhy didnât you think about it before?
At once, you shuffle to a seated position in your bed, glancing out of the windows of the bedroom. The weather has cleared up by now, freckles of delicate white weaving through the air. Just beyond it, the hot spring awaits.
Serene. Lovely. Inviting.
Just the kind of spot you've been dreaming of.
Sure, your Captain wasnât too keen on the smell, but you can wash afterwards.
Yes, this will have to do.
With your grand master-plan now laid out, you quickly spring into action. You gather your belongings: a towel, boots, an oil lamp.
In the main room, the remains of the fireplace are still dim and warm. Levi is occupying the second bedroom, and his door is closed shutâjust as youâd hoped. Itâs well past midnight, he must be asleep.
You grin to yourself. So far, your plan is a resounding success.
Outside, the air hangs still. The blizzard's fury has long passed, leaving only delicate snowflakes that twirl gracefully through the air. You pause to savor the newfound peace, taking in the picturesque landscape: rolling hills blanketed in pristine white, majestic forests embracing the mountain's gorges.
And the hot springs.
Nestled nearby, the cabin's springs stretch impressively, their shape narrow and serpentine rather than wide. Smooth rocks jut out over the water's edges, with pines and shrubs clinging to them. Together with the rising steam, they weave a misty veil that softens your view of the night.
Shedding your clothes, you quickly step in.
And oh... the initial touch of warm water is everything you'd hoped for and more. It sends a delightful trail of goosebumps trailing across your body.
The hot spring is shallow enough for ease, yet deep enough to envelop you comfortably as you sit. As you wade deeper, the water laps gently just above your chest, soothing the dayâs weariness from your muscles. You let out a contented sigh, a particular knot in your spine coming undone.
This is the respite you've craved these past hours, especially after today's strenuous hike. It's a pity, really, that your Captain was so against the hot springs. This might have done him some good.
You venture further in with a smile plastered on your face. The clear waters mirror the starlit sky above, inviting you to explore every tranquil corner of this secluded paradise.
It isn't until you're midway across the hot spring, shoulders dipped beneath the water, that a sense of unease begins to gnaw at you.
Light.
Movement.Â
Noise.
With the instincts of a trained Scout, you crouch into the water. Through the shrubs, you suddenly notice a pool of yellow light, too intense and artificial to be anything natural. Strange. It bears the distinct glow of the oil lamps used by the Survey Corps. More troubling still, there's a subtle sound of splashing water.
Your gaze flicks anxiously to where your clothes lie scattered, a distance away. You didn't bring a weapon with you. Should you attempt to go back?
Before you can think further on what to do next, your peripheral catches a glimpse of pale skin.
You freeze.
In the thickening steam, rising like delicate spirals into the chilly air, itâs hard to trust your eyes. This could easily be a hallucination.
But as the figure emerges, shoulders and back surfacing smoothly from the water, the reality sets in sharply.
It's him.
Captain Levi.
The man youâve had a crush on for as long as you remember.
The man who you were just fantasizing about.
The man whoâs currently naked a short distance away from you.
Oh.
Oh no.
This is bad.
Levi is clearly out for a swim. Apparently unaware of your presence, he pauses at the edge of the spring closest to a hill. He tilts his head back, hand brushing back wet hair. He looks up at the sky, oddly peaceful.
(The altitude is so high that it almost looks like your Captain could touch stars if he wanted to.)
But then your attention is drawn inexorably to the droplets cascading down his bare chest, and the full implications of your predicament crash over you.
Sure, water conceals Leviâs lower body, but his upper body leaves little left to the imagination. The curves of his shoulders, sloping down towards well-sculpted biceps. His chest, marked with scars and lines left by ODM use. His abs, well-defined and tonedâa feat you know is only possible due to his diligent training ethic.
Already, warning bells ring in your brain.
What are you doing still standing here? By some miracle, Levi hasnât noticed you. But with his perceptive senses, it wonât be long before he does.
And when that happens, youâre in trouble. Not only are you naked and gawking, but you also have no real reason to be here.
You could try to tell him you couldn't sleep. If anyone could understand, it might be Levi. The man rarely sleeps.
But youâre not entirely sure your Captain wouldnât see right through your deception. He's sharp like that.
That can't happen. You can't admit to him the real reason you came out here: to touch yourself while thinking of him.
You need to leave. Now.
Which is why you carefully start to back away, eyes trained on himâpraying he doesn't notice you.
Unfortunately, while you miraculously slipped past Leviâs attention the first time around, your luck has run out. His focus shifts, honed like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.
Then comes his voice, slicing through the quiet of the night. âWhoâs there?â
The familiar timbre sends shivers down your spine and tightens the knot between your legs.
Panic sets in.
Desperate, you dive underwater, hoping to blend into the natural shroud provided by the spring.
But Levi isnât called Humanityâs Strongest for nothing. With instincts sharper than a knife, you see the blurred outline of his pale body trudge through the water at an alarming speed.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Leviâs voice rumbles through the water, but the meaning of his words are drowned by the elements. Your lungs burn as you begin to swim away, the mingling bubbles and steam clouding around you, the sulfuric scent of the spring sharp in your nostrils.
You pump every ounce of strength in your frantic escape.
Then a strong hand clamps around your arm, and you're dragged upwards.
âOi!â
Instinctively, your hand lashes out, grabbing hold as your body is yanked forward. You gasp, air filling your lungs, the cold biting at your wet skin.
Your eyes round when you realize what your hand has landed on: one of Leviâs biceps.
You glance up, eyes locking with your Captain's surprised face.
A choked sound escapes you.
âWhat...â He says your first name, a frown settling between his militant brows. There's a lull in the conversation, like he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing, but his barking tone soon replaces it. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
Moments later, his lips press together in a taut line, and his biting grip tightens. He pushes back so that you're pressed against the edge of the hot spring, where he lets you go.
You land with a splash.Â
At once, you attempt to cover yourself using your hands, dipping into the water so that you're almost entirely submerged. Levi looms over you, apparently not feeling discomfort from being naked before you. The water level arrives below his waist, and you canât help but notice a trail of trimmed black hair that starts just above his navel.
You want to scream.
Your eyes fleet back up. His expression is inscrutable, but his eyes carry an intensity that you've only seen reserved for training sessions.
âYou have five seconds to explain yourself,â Levi grumbles, magnetic and sharp.Â
âIââ you begin, only to close your mouth again.
You⌠what? You canât tell Levi the truth. You would rather drown than admit to your lewd intentions.
But you also have to say something.Â
ââI didnât realize you were in here,â you manage with some difficulty.Â
There. That's not a lie, is it? You wouldn't dare to come in here if you knew your Captain would be around.
Unfortunately, your answer doesnât seem to satisfy him.
âAnd why arenât you asleep?â he asks.
You bite the inside of your cheek, watching the steam envelop Leviâs torso. âI couldnât sleep, sir.â
âWeâve got a long hike ahead of us tomorrow. You canât be dead weight because you wanted to go on a midnight stroll.â
You hate this⌠this feeling that you are letting him down. Itâs everything you strive to avoid when it comes to your Captain. Youâre proud to be in his squad and you pride yourself on being the best soldier you can be.
âThat won't happen, sir. I can carry my weight.â You try to sound resolute, calm and collected. You fear you may be failing. âAnd Captain⌠I find it a bit odd that you're saying all of this to me.â
âWhat?â
Walls. Youâre treading dangerous territories.
You clear your throat, waving a hand in the air. âDidn't you say the water was unhygienic? That it reeked? That we should both go to sleep?â
"Get to the point."
"I just assumed..." you mumble, chewing at the inside of your cheeks.
"Oh, I see." Something flashes in his eyes. Torture. "You hoped you could just do as you please, that the curfew rules didn't apply to you. Hate to break off your fantasies, soldier, but that's not going to happen. I'm here and you're caught."
"Well, you also need sleep, so..." you attempt, dipping your chin away from him and into the water. Levi's eyes narrow. You clear your throat. âIâm just speaking out of concern.â
âThen donât concern yourself.â
You grimace. You're really not doing too well with all of this, are you?
You need to turn the tide, somehow.Â
âI apologize, Captain. But I donât think Iâm in the wrong," you try to reason. "My track record speaks for itself: Iâve never faltered, even when running on fumes. You know I havenât. I couldnât sleep and this seemed like the best solution to reach that end. I wasnât planning to stay here all night or to be a burden, sir; I just needed to clear my head before going to bed.â
You look at him again, trying to stand straighter for your words.
Levi's expression doesn't falter.
Then, he lets out a long exhale, half-turning away from you. âLook, I'm not your parent. Do as you please. But donât come crying to me tomorrow if you're tired. You better be able to keep up. I expect nothing less of you.â
Your Captain must recognize that level-headed attitude he witnessed plenty of times out on expeditions, or he wouldnât let you go down so easily.
Levi rubs his eyelids with the tips of his fingers. âAnd next time, pay better attention. There are all manners of perverts in this world. Even if this place seemed abandoned, you can never be too careful. Itâs unlike you to be so careless.â
You chuckle nervously. If only Levi realized youâre the only degenerate lurking these waters.
âRight,â you answer. âLucky itâs just you.â
As you say those words, Levi looks at youâreally looks at youâand something shifts in his expression. His eyes move away from your face, casting his stern gaze over the rest of your body, as if seeing you for the first time.
His attention makes your breath stop.
âYou should still be careful," he says in a low tone. "Men in the military are still men.â
You swallow loudly, a delicious sensation coiling at the bottom of your stomach. Thereâs something suggestive in Leviâs words, isn't there? You tell yourself that itâs just him showing his concern and that it means nothing beyond that.
âAs I said, lucky itâs just you,â you repeat.
Then, Levi surprises you.
He takes a step forward, cornering you further to the edge of the spring. His stare glints like starlight.
Your heart leaps. What is he doing? Outside of training, Levi never approaches you like this.
You try to keep your cool at the sudden proximity. Knowing that just one peek down, and youâd see what lies between your Captain's legs. You briefly wonder what his cock looks like.
If itâs like the rest of himâŚ
Stop.
You need to focus nowâyour Captain is speaking to you.
âAnd whoâs saying Iâm not the sort of man to take advantage of a situation like this one?â
Your breath hitches, unsure if you heard him correctly. His gray eyes linger on your bare shoulders, fixing it like his stare could pierce through them.
Is he... is he testing you?
Your eyes meet again. His pupils are dilated, yours are wide.Â
âI know you,â you hear yourself say, âyouâre not that type of man.â
For a moment, neither of you speak. Snow continues to dust the air, melting into the warm water surrounding you both. A faint gust of wind wheezes from down the mountain.
âYou have that much faith in me, do you?â Levi asks quietly.
Your eyes flit back up. Levi has dipped further down into the water. He looks... pensive, eyes fixing his rippled reflection.
The sight of him so close almost takes the air out of your lungs.
And youâre reminded of how handsome your Captain is.
In all the years youâve known him, all you could do was admire him from a distanceâtrying to keep your feelings and attraction for him in check. But Levi has always been beautiful, even when you denied yourself the opportunity to think so.
Deep-set eyes that remind you of muted skiesâthe occasional spark of blue shining when the sun hits his face just right. A velvety undercut that you know he trims himself every other week, the rest of his shiny hair parted in the middle. Rosy lips that appear permanently pressed togetherâonly youâve seen it: on the rare occasions that your Captain allows himself a downtime to drink a cup of tea with his squad and friends⌠yeah, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, and the world is graced with one of Leviâs rare smiles. Itâs a sight that youâve kept locked in your heart.
âYes,â you whisper, âI do.â
Levi's eyes come smoldering back onto you. âSpeak up.â
âI would follow you to the ends of the earth, Captain Levi.â
It's true.
You first agreed to join Leviâs squad because youâd seen him fly, seen the way he handled his ODM gear. You grew to respect him like no one else. You stayed because of the sort of leader Levi proved to be. He didnât demand authority like the rest, but he exuded it all the same. He didnât care to be Humanityâs Strongest, but he still garnered hope and made people believe in him.
âI mean it,â you add, âIâm devoted to you.â
Levi's face pinches. âCareful with your words. I donât like thoughtless sheep.â
âThatâs not what I mean. You know Iâm not scared to question your orders if I disagree with them. Iâm smart and Iâm strong. But even so, youâre the person I followed when I joined the Scouts. I would do anything for you.â
His eyes do not blink. âAnything.â
âAnything.â
Levi swallows heavily, taking a step back.
âDonât say shit like that," he mutters. "Anything is everything. Other people would abuse your willingness. You should be careful.â
A moment passes by. You lick your lips, already moistened by the fog. Suddenly, you recall the actual reason for being here. Youâre hot, burning. Like if you donât get the release you desire, you might just need to cool off in the snow somewhere.
It might be why you dare to say your next words.
âDo you want to abuse my willingness?â you ask.
Leviâs stare darts back to you. Before you can control it, you squeeze your thighs tightly together, finding the tension unbearable. Levi takes notice: his eyes burn up and down, mouth parted.
It's maybe Levi's stupor that makes you act next. You push yourself up on the balls of your feet, rising with an arm draped over your breasts. The water provides a somewhat decent cover over what lies below your waist, but it does nothing to stop runlets plowing down your exposed curves.
Leviâs goes still.Â
And you push through.Â
âI lied, Captain Levi,â you tell him.Â
His brows knit together.
âThe truth is, I came out here because," you avert your gaze, "⌠because I needed relief.â
âRelief.â
âYes, relief in theâŚ," your cheeks grow warm, "physical sense, I mean.â
âYou mean masturbation.â
âYouâre putting it rather plainly, but sure,â you mumble. âI.. Iâd still like that relief, sir.â
âLook, whatever depravity youâre up to does not concernââ
âWith you. I'd like for it to be with you.â
Everything goes still after that.
Leviâs entire face is blank, as if he sucked in all his emotions. All you can hear is the light gust of wind, swallowed by the mountains.
âWhat..." Levi opens his mouth, then closes it shut again as if he couldnât quite believe what he was hearing. The knot in his throat bobs in what you can only describe as the most painful seconds of your life. You swear your heartbeat must be loud enough for him to hear. "What you're suggesting. You realize that itâs against the rules.â
âI realize, sir,â you say.
âThat Iâm your Captain and youâre my subordinate?â
Dread settles at the bottom of your stomach. Yikes, youâre in for one of his lectures, arenât you?
âYes, Captain Levi.â
âThat both of us could get in trouble if this gets out?â
... What?
Your eyes flit up.
Did you hear him correctly?
Levi assesses you. He takes a step forward and you shrivel back as he plants his arms on either side of your body, caging you in. He dips down into the water to come eye-level with you.
âTell me,â he murmurs, stare never straying from yours.
You blink. Is your Captain seeking to understand your desires?
"S-sir?â you stutter.
âTell me what you want, if you could have it,â he says.
Oh shit, he is. Your Captain is actually trying to understand what you want.
âOh, um," you fumble with your words, heartbeat climbing up to your throat. Truthfully, you never expected to make it this far, so you feel unprepared. "Well, in my fantasies, my partner would⌠touch me, sir.â
âWhere?â
âEverywhere. But I suppose it begins with a⌠kiss.â
Leviâs eyes flicker to your lips.
Oh, fuck.
"Show me."Â
Your eyes widen. "S-show you?"
"That's what I just said."
Now, normally, you'd be the type to overthink and overanalyze just about everything. So when your Captain says those words, beckons you closer, you stop thinking.
You do as he asks and you kiss him.
And you discover that his mouth is soft, like velvet on skin.
Then Levi leans into youâmoving his lips over yours, cupping your cheeks with more vigorâand you realize that itâs truly happening. Your hands fall onto his chest bone and his heartbeat sparks under your fingertips. It's his heart. The heart he dedicated to the Survey Corpsâit's yours, if only for a brief moment.
And reality crashes on you.
Youâre kissing Levi Ackerman. Your Captain. Humanity's Strongest.
Holy shit.
Not wanting to waste this fleeting opportunity (because surely, this can't last), you slide your tongue further into the depths of his mouth. Levi lets out a hum of approval, and you taste himâtaste the chamomile he drinks most evenings and the mint from his toothpaste.
When your eyes venture open, you find that your Captainâs steely gaze is already fixed on you, watching you through a half-lidded stare. You can see the clear blue ring around his silver irises.Â
It only makes you want him more.
"C-captain," you say through the kiss.Â
Levi breaks apart briefly. âTell me.â
You take his hand and guide it to your chest.
âT-touch me here. Please.â
Levi acquiesces, gripping the bud of your nipple between two fingers and pinching, hard.
Pleasure ripples through your body, making you whimper in place.
At that moment, you can only imagine what you look likeâflushed, pliant and pleading for more. Youâve never shown this side of yourself to him before; you wonder if it repulses him.
Wrong, utterly wrong. The opposite seems to be true, in fact; your Captain seems to delight himself with this facet you are revealing.
âDesperate, are we?â he murmurs into the shell of your ear, tone dripping with a husky sense of satisfaction.
Before you can answer to his teasing, his mouth moves over your neck, while his hands continue to caress your breasts. The contrast of temperatures is so starkâthe hot spring so warm, his skin so coldâthat it makes you audibly gasp.
Your hands slide up towards his nape, and you brush the brittle undercut and twist, tugging him closer.
Thatâs when you feel it⌠the hardnessâhis hardness, pressing against your plump flesh.
At the contact, the Captain groans against your throat, biting down without restraint. You whimper, attempting to push back, but Levi's teeth don't let go.
"Quit squirming," he mutters.
Your warm breath clouds the air. âC-captain, please.â
âMm?â
"Please touch me. I canât bear to wait anymore.â
In response, Levi slides his free hand to tug at your hair. He pulls on your locks, exposing the side of your neck for him to ravish, nibbling from the tip of your ear to your collarbone.
âDon't you know that all good things come to those who wait?â he says.Â
Vindictive that your Captain is depriving you of what youâve asked, you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. You roll your hips forward, grinding against him, a fleeting attempt to make him just as desperate at you are.
Levi hisses as your soft curves plow against his erection. âYou little minx.â
He pulls you back to shoot you a glare. Dangerous move, his eyes convey. And yet, it also gives you a glimpse into his state and, oh... interesting. You arenât the only one whoâs flustered, you realizeârosiness dusts his cheeks and his pupils are wide-shot black.
Your lips quirk into a playful smile.
Levi shrugs with one arm, looking away. âBe patient, will you?â His voice is hoarse. âIâm not someone who does things half-way.â
You roll your eyes. âUh-huh. Believe me, Iâve noticed.â
Levi lets out a grunt thatâs so decidedly him.
Suddenly, Levi completely lets go and your body drops into the water. You frown. One of Levi's lids twitches.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask.
âTeaching you some patience. Wait here and stay put."
"But, you saidââ
ââthat's an order.â
You close your mouth, shivering at the commanding tone in his voice. You aren't sure how you'll be able to go back from this after tonightâlistening to his orders on the battlefield is going to be a nightmare.
Nonetheless, you do as he says, watching as he swims offshore where the oil lamp is placed.
And the whole situation hits you like bricks.
Holy shit.
You just kissed Captain Levi. And you're about to do more with him.
Why exactly is it happening now, of all times, you wonder? Why is your Captain allowing this?
In all the years youâve been working alongside the Captain, you always thought your crush had gone unnoticed, or if Levi knew, that he had ignored it altogether.
Your observations are cut short as Levi comes back, holding up his towel and his green cloak above the water's surface.
You raise a questioning brow.
âIâm not touching you in this water, natural spring or not.â Your Captain unfolds the towel as he places it neatly over the smooth edge of the hot spring that's snow-free, casting the cloak behind. He shifts his blank stare on you, and taps on the ground with one hand. âSit.â
You gulp, self-conscious at the idea of exposing yourself like this. Sure, itâs nighttime, and sure, the steam obscures the air, but heâs demanding a level of vulnerability that you hardly give out.
Levi picks up on your hesitation in a flash of a moment, reading you like a book. âYou can still back away from this, you know.â
âI⌠no. No, I want this.â And you doâthe way your core pulsates even now should be a telltale sign of just how much you want this. âI really want this.â
âThen what? Youâre never uncertain during expeditions.â
âThatâs because I know my shit out there. Itâs not that easy with you. This is scary.â
Levi scoffs. âYou think Iâm scarier than a titan?â
âOf course not. But I overthink.â
Levi traps your chin between two fingers, tilting your head so youâre forced to look at him. âThen donât think.âÂ
You falter, mouth parting. Levi skims a thumb over your lower lip. The sudden gentleness behind his words, combined with his actions, makes you falter.
âOkay,â you find yourself whispering back.
âOkay, what?â
You meet his stare head-on. His eyes are no longer a muted silver, but turning towards a stormy gray. They demand an answer.
And you have just the thing to give him.
âPlease help me not to think, Captain.â
Levi lets out a long hum as he slides closer. There, he takes the time to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your neck, all the while his hands create a path down your body, exploring for the first time.
âIs that what you want?â he asks in a low tone. âFor me to help you stop thinking?â
âY-yes." You swallow loudly. "You have complete control. Do whatever you want to me, just... get me there.â
In one movement, Levi plucks you off the ground, his hands gripping your ass as if you weighed nothing at all. You squirm in his grip, clutching his back for support as your wet flesh slides against his own. He then carefully places you onto the towel so that you're sitting on the edge of the hot spring, your calves dipping into the water. The rocks under you are smooth, and you now tower over him.
Levi takes a step back to admire you, his eyes roving over every facet of your body, tracing your curves with meticulous care.
It makes you squirm in place. âCaptainâŚâ
âLevi,â he answers without missing a beat, engrossed in admiring your body. He parts your legs as he anchors himself in between them, where he draws circles along your rib cage, thumb slotting along every dip.
âHuh?â
His silver eyes look up to you, a fire in them that wasnât there before.
âWeâre not here as soldiers, so. Just call me Levi,â he says.
One hand nestles along the flesh of your waist while you tremble in his arms. Levi angles your head sideways with his other palm, siphoning your neck with kisses before finding a sensitive spot that makes you gasp.
âAlright⌠ah, Levi,â you say with some difficulty. It feels strange to call your Captain so informally, but thereâs something arousing about it too.
"And if I do anything that displeases you or that feels too much, just so."
"Say what?"
He pulls back for a moment. "I don't know, pick something."
"Anything?"
He nods.
You think about it for a moment when the idea hits you. "Okay... Green, red. Formation colors."
Levi scoffs. "Titan formations."
"You said to pick, so I picked. Still a soldier through and through, right?"
"Whatever you say."
Leviâs hand trails to your chest, moving to cup one of your breasts between his nimble digits. His thumbs toy with it while his tongue finds its place along the valley of your second breast.
His hot breath drifts against the tip of your hardened tit, âI'm gonna go down on you.â
Before you can answer, Levi flicks the bud of your nipples with his teeth, swirling his tongue in circles that sparks pleasure everywhereâleaving you to moan and hold onto his set of hair.
Your words tumble mid-breath. âAre you s-sure?â
Leviâs stare lock with yours, his lips still sealed to your breast. He pulls away with a pop, a thread of saliva connecting between his mouth and your nipple.
The sight makes you want to scream.
âHave I ever said anything I didnât mean?â he asks.
A shiver runs down your spine.
âNo⌠I guess not. I⌠fuck, okay, yes. Go down on me, Levi. Green, so fucking green.â
Levi takes a step back, using your name to usher you into execution. âOn your back, then, and put my cloak on. Youâre not catching a fucking cold from this.â
I donât think Iâll be getting cold with what's ahead, you think to yourself.Â
Nonetheless, you comply with his orders. You slide his cloak over your shoulders and prop your elbows down. Before you can blink, Levi pulls you towards him by the grip of your thighs, causing your back to lie flush with the ground. You glance at him, bewildered.
Levi has wrapped his hands around the meat of your legs, parting them to have full access. There's a wild glint to his eyes, like what you have between your legs is making him lose himself. Before you can blink, Levi begins to heed kisses on the inner parts of your legs, his touch slow and treacherous. It makes your hips buck, twitching beneath him.
âSensitive, are we?â Levi tuts, his warm breath tickling your skin.
Any clever answer you might have given him is snuffed out as his warm breath falls on your sex. His hot tongue dips into your folds, something almost wicked in the way he rams in. You jerk up, calves sliding out of the water to wrap themselves around his neck.
You shoot up to grab a fistful of his hair.
But Levi stops you in your tracks. He pulls back, gathering your wrists in one hand. âStay put. You can look but you canât touch.â
And with that, he flings your wrists to your stomach, clinging onto you as his other hand pins one leg down. Then, he relishes in the wetness between your legs, slowing down in a manner thatâs oh so sensual.
That wicked little man.
âCaptain,â you complain, trembling beneath his touch. You canât take it anymoreânot being able to move, being held down as he unravels you, and now he teases you with his tongue?
Itâs too much and at the same, it's not enough.
In response, Levi doubles down on his efforts.
âS-s-shit,â you breathe out, your mind going into overdrive from being pinned like this.Â
You knew of Leviâs strength, of course. Everyone within the Walls knows about Humanityâs Strongest. Youâve even had the privilege to witness it firsthand on expeditions.
But seeing it used in his lovemaking, well⌠it's something else entirely.
âYou fucking tease. You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?â you mutter.Â
His voice hums against your sex. âAnd what if I am?â
Thatâs when Levi hits your spot, tenderly sucking on your clit in a way that makes you heave. This time, you canât help but release a louder moan, hips arching up to meet his lips.
But just as you're about to reach that bliss you've craved all along, Levi pulls away.
You're left cold. Aching.
You tilt your head to gape at him. Leviâs mouth glistens with your slickness, but it does nothing to quell down your frustration.
What the hell is he doing?
Youâre about to mouth him off when his expression shifts, stormy eyes narrowing.
âPatience,â he grits out.
Itâs painful, the way he just delayed your orgasm. In the absence of his touch, your core throbs, begging for some kind of release.
So despite him being your superior, you canât help but let out disgruntled words, âI donât like being delayed, sir.â
Levi scoffs as his hands travel back onto your dampened skin. âI always knew youâd get bossy in bed.â
Your brows raise, wondering if you heard him correctly. Does this mean your Captain has thought about you⌠in bed?
Before you can ask, Levi moves on, dipping back into the task at hand. He shoves your legs apart, pinning you in place with an iron grip. His other hand trails over your damp inner thigh, positioning one finger at the entrance of your vagina, a digit sliding in. You feel your walls clench around his finger, pleasure ebbing through you as he discovers that magic spot that makes your toes curl.
âPerfect fucking cunt,â Levi slurs against you, cheek pressed against your shaking leg as he glides his deft finger with steady movements, mouth nuzzling closer to your silky clit.
You whimper at his praises, hips bulking up to chase his tongue. You try to keep quiet, but the more your Captain learns where to hit your points of pleasure, the more you think you may not maintain this charade for very long.
You realize that the way he delayed your orgasm has made the buildup now so much more intense. Your muscles tense, like a spring about to let loose.
So the relief that comes from Leviâs mouth wrapping against your clit again brings tears in your eyes. Pleasure seeps in. You try to grind against him to chase it even faster, but Levi remains unwilling to allow you to assert your dominance hereâhe keeps you pinned, keeping complete control, like he said he would.
Moreâyou need more.
âPlease, Captain. Please, please, please.â
In response, Levi doubles down on his efforts. It's as if all he needed was to hear you plead to give you exactly what you want. His digit rams into you, the pad of his thumb moving to tease you while his tongue flicks your clit with increased fervency.
Your heart drums quicker than a horseâs canter.
â⌠shit, shit, shit,â you choke.
When you open your eyes again, you find that Leviâs face is locked on you alreadyâhis compact muscles tense, his usual steel-eyes now a smoky haze. If only you knew what this is doing to him. His mouth seals on your bundle of nerves with a groan, his digit curling to rub your g-spot, thrusting with well-timed movements.
And then, he hits the point you were begging to be touched all along, groaning into your foldsâŚ
Right.
There.
The coil splits and your climax flares.
Your mouth opens to release a silent scream, skull rolling back as tiny warm tingles swim through your body.
Holy hell.
Levi stays with you through the orgasm, riding the bliss with you. He takes in the sight of you coming undone for himâlearning from it, committing it in his memory.
Legs shaking, you donât even register Levi tending to you as you come down. He licks your wetness pulsating in his mouth, enraptured in the taste of it as he takes it all in. With meticulous dexterity, he slides his coated fingers into his mouth, watching you as he goes about it.
âOh, f-fuck,â you stutter out.
In response, Levi only continues to pepper kisses over your trembling legs. A madman, you think.
After a moment, Leviâs touch slides away. The sound of water sloshing as he pushes himself out of the hot spring.
Your head lulls sideways to admire him.
Leviâs neck is flushedâwhether from the stream or from going down on you, itâs hard to tellâbut itâs about the most bewitching sight youâve ever seen. He sinks to his knees, like a religious man kneels before the Three Goddesses, and your breath falters as you catch sight of his erection.
Heâs hard, tip flushed red. A trail of black hair paves down from his navel to his erection, while the rest of his body glistens under the moonlight. Sinewy muscles and tendons, locked togetherâyears of relentless training and surviving on display.
The sight of it makes it impossible to think.
âCaptain Levi,â you say with some urgency.
âMm?â
âIâm gonna need you inside me. Now.â
âAre you ordering me around?â There's slight derision in his voice, twisting your insides.
âYes,â you lick your lip, eyes locking with his, âthatâs right, Iâm ordering you.â
Levi huffs, forearms flexing as he crawls towards youâslowly, like a predator does its prey. With his body still warm from the hot spring, it creates a fog around him, his pale skin gleaming like gossamer.
Levi's voice remains steady, eyes impassive, but there's a hint of something in his eyes that tells you he enjoys being spoken back to.
âSomeone thinks highly of herself, ordering her Captain around,â he chastises.
âSaid Captain has yet to say no.â
âAnd why would I refuse you?â
At that, your Captain captures your lips. Your savor the way his body molds into yours, tasting your muskiness on his tongue. A wonderful sensation overwhelms you thenâknowing you allowed your body to succumb to his touches, knowing he wanted to taste you in this manner.
As he breaks away the kiss, you can't help but continue to ask for more.Â
âSirâŚâ
Levi tugs at your waist, sliding you back down with force. âWhat did I say about calling me by my name?â
He looms over you, his bangs dusting his face. Your lips twitch into a coy smile, sliding your fingers into his slick hair. It's so soft.
âAnd what if I want to call you by your title?â you ask.
âOh, is that how it is?â Despite the neutral tone in his voice, thereâs something dark in his stare, heightened by pink cheeks and red ears. He strokes the ball of your shoulder with his thumb. âYouâre one of those people who gets off on authority, huh?â
You grip his arms, turning your head away. Levi rubs his cock over your clit, teasing you and spreading your wetness. You mewl.
âYou're lucky I'm feeling generous,â Levi says in your ear. âYou better use it well."
Your breath catches in your chest as the tip of his length enters you. His warm hands skim over the flesh of your body, letting you slowly adjust to him, cradling you.
âThat will all depend on you, Captain Levi,â you manage to pant out, letting the l sound roll of your tongue.
He grates out your name. âSo fucking mouthy.â
âWell, I learned from the best, sir.â
Leviâs stare locks onto you, gazing at you like he was in a trance. His Adam's apple bobs. He almost looks vulnerable for a split moment.
âYou've watched me, have you?â he says in a low tone.
Your cheeks warm at the suggestion in Leviâs words, mouth parting to contest when you feel his forefinger run along your lower lash line. Your eyes meet his piercing gaze.
He leans close, mouth hovering close to yours.
âI've watched you too,â he confesses.
And then, Levi slams into you.
Your cry mixes in with Levi's groan. Reaching blindly for something to hold on to, wantingâneedingâhim to understand just what heâs doing to you, you settle on clawing at his back. Leviâs thrusts are treacherousâpainfully slow at first, pounding with full intensity.
The way of a man trying to ruin you.
âHoly s-shit,â you breathe, puffs of white clouding the air.
Levi holds you close as his hips roll forward to settle on a cadence that matches your vices, his flushed cheeks pressing against yours. You hook your fingers, grinding into his touchâyour mind edging towards complete absolution.
âF-fuck,â he mutters, voice decadent. "You're so. Perfect.â
His words cause something delicious to swirl within you.
Levi slings an arm around your back, the other hooking up one knee to position himself deeper, slipping out and back into your wanting heat. You watch as his lips press together like he were trying to contain back a moan, but itâs obscured by your vision blurring at the sensation of his length stretching you out.
With one traitorous jerk, your walls throb in pleasure, eyes brimming with tears as you stare at Leviâs pale skin and the snow mingling together. Your nails scratch his hips, leaving red marks on his soft, plush skin.
âLevi,â you plead.
Levi, what? You arenât sure what youâre calling out to him for. Youâre too forgone, too dizzy, to notice you used his first name, let alone find the words to finish that thought.
His back muscles go taut under your fingertips, his spine moving in accordion with the rolling of his hips.
More.
More.
More.
âCaptain, please, pleaseâ.â
âBe patient,â he grits out. His tousled hair clings over his forehead, lips parting as your bodies merge into one. âFuck, Iâm gonnaââ
Suddenly, he pulls out of you and flips you over so that youâre on all four. He angles your waist up, one hand pinning your neck down, the other holding onto your hair, as he slides back in..
Then Levi moves down on you and bites your right shoulderâhard. Pleasures ripples through your body, feeling his mark on your skin.
"Color?" he asks, voice shaking.
"Ngh... green, so fucking green." You whimper, nails scratching at the soil. âDo it again."
And Levi only delivers, his bite turning to something strong enough to bruise as he thrusts into you.
You wonder what Levi looks like up there, gripping at your waist while the rest of your body curves face down. You wish you could frame a picture for yourself to stow away.
If you could see your Captain, youâd see that his eyes are trained on the sight of your naked body glistening with sweat. Youâd catch him fixing his cock getting lost inside of you, your walls clamping around him. Youâd see the way his eyes marvel at your curvesâhow your body blends with valleys of snow over the horizon. You'd see the blush spreading from his neck to his ears, burning the way you are.
A state of euphoria.
âF-f-fuck. I can't get enough of you,â you hear him confess.
Canât get enough of you? Are you hearing him correctly? Since when does your Captain speak like that?
Still, his words seem to ignite something inside you, emboldened to see more of this side your Captain is revealing.
âTell me,â you murmur, pleasuring building and building.
His answer doesnât miss a beat, straightening up to pound into you harder. âYou drive me crazy.â
Leviâs fingers dig into your flesh, something needy, something bruising, about his grip.
âYeah? Then let me let you in on something, Levi⌠Captain, ah,â you mutter, eyes fluttering as he continues to fill you up. âThe reason I came out here in the first place was because⌠ngh, I wanted to imagine your fingers touching me. Wanted to imagine it was you fingering me.â
âF-fuck,â Levi hisses.
He grips your hips with full-blooded vigor, siphoning into you with a quickened pace.
âCaptain, Iââ
But your words die out when three fingers find a place on your swollen clit. Your brain short-circuits.
Your orgasm splinters into the night.
You go boneless, sagging into pure bliss, while Levi continues to thrust into you. Feeling your walls clench so tightly, creaming his length, he follows soon afterâthe rushing heat of his climax answers your own, his pulsing cock engulfed by your heat.
And your brain? Your brain is numb.
For a moment, all the two of you can do is pant and attempt to regain your senses. One of Leviâs hand rests on the small of your back, while you slowly uncurl your fingers from the ground.
Eventually, Levi slides out of you. He uses the towel to help you clean up. You watch him go about it, mind still delirious, something almost coy about the way he handles the aftercare of your lovemaking.
When all is said and done, a comfortable silence fills the air.
Itâs now well past twilight, and both of you only have a precious few hours before youâre back on the road.
Neither of you are particularly tired. You let your sore body slide back into the warm water with your Captain by your side. You watch the mountains slope down, elbows perked on the edge of the hot spring, basking in the utter peace that comes from this sort of silence.
You lean a cheek on your propped hand to watch him. A light breeze tousles Leviâs black hair, faint snow dusting the air. You count the scars twined on his torso, wondering about the story behind each one.
Maybe one day, your Captain might open up about each of them.
"Did it work?" Levi interrupts the trembling silence, watching as you draw circles over the smooth edge of the hot spring.
Your eyes circle around to meet his cloudy stare.
You raise a brow. "Did what work?"
"Did you stop thinking?"
You snort, recalling your pleading request. "Yeah. I stopped thinking. And... thank you, by the way."
Levi hums. There's another lull in the conversation, filled with comfortable silence.
âI guess I donât need to tell you that this should remain between us,â he says.
That makes you roll your eyes. âAw, you wound me, Captain. Here I was hoping to gossip with everyone about the way you like to eat people out.â
Levi shoots you an unimpressed look.
âIâm not stupid, Levi,â you add.
Levi clicks his tongue. âNo, just too fucking ballsy. Never knew your mouth ran so wild.â
You smirk. âWell, sorry to say, sir, but youâve not seen half of what my mouth can do.â
You swear a a rosy hue dusts the ridge of his nose. âYou're a shameless thing, you know that?â
You laugh, tilting your head sideways. âI told you. I know what I want.â
âClearly,â he remarks, eying you. âAnd youâve wanted this for a while.â
Despite having just had his face buried between your legs, you canât help but feel a little embarrassed at that comment and the confession it demands of you.
âNever said that,â you dismiss.
âNo? What were your exact words? That youââ
âDonât repeat what I said!â you hiss, glaring at him. âIt was in the heat of the moment. You canât hold it against me.â
Levi grunts in an amused way, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, unsure how he might use this knowledge. You didn't think about any of it before, but where do you go from here?
Levi gives you that answer seconds later. He raises a hand to your face, tugging a strand behind your ear and swirling his thumb over your jaw.
âWell, next time you dream of my fingers, just come to me,â he says simply.
Thereâs an intensity in his gray eyes that wasnât there before.
You go still.
Next time?
Is that a promise?
His thumb presses over your neck, feeling you gulp against his fingertip. Your stomach contracts in anticipation.
Oh, it is a promise.
You could get used to this new side of your Captain.
And then Levi retreats, eyes never wavering from yours, and bobs his head towards the chalet.
âNow to the shower, weâre not reeking come morning.â
âButââ
âThatâs an order, soldier.â
You sigh.
Thereâs the Captain youâve grown to like so much.
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â #KNOCK(HER)OUT ! â
ᥴꪍâ sum. you get more than what you bargained for by getting involved with two boxersâtwo boxers that canât keep their hands off the pretty new journalist. what happens in the ring stays in the ring thoughâŚ. right?
wc. 5.7k
warnings. fem! reader x t. fushiguro & s. ryĹmen, boxer!au, thrÄesome, manhandling, unprotected, semi public, size kink, Ĺral (f & m receiving), head lock, spÄŤt, sqĹŤirting, they fight over you, brÄeding, fÄŤngering, implied multiple Ĺrgasms, nipple play.
an. based on this ask, havenât recovered since :,)
sukuna ryĹmen and toji fushiguro. . .
the talk of the town. top most infamous boxers of your city, they were supposedly rivals but ended up becoming super close friends. 'friends' was probably a stretch. acquaintances was probably a far better word to describe the two. there was hardly anyone that didnât tune into your detailed magazines about themâyour occupation? a journalist. youâd be the first to write about their fights, their strengths, weaknesses, their total wins & losses, and even a few unnecessary things like their love life. you were new, but you were good. always in the front row, youâd watch them spar against some of the most scariest opponents imaginable. something about guys taking it out in the ring right before your eyes got your panties in a twist. how unprofessional..
you only did it for the money, the publicityâ a lot of people adored your skill to make such stories so interesting. between toji and sukuna, they were almost always compared, and oh did they hate it. ex rivals continuously pinned against each other, itâd piss anyone off. although, you were in dire need for a new story topic to write and you just so happen to stumble into their private gym.
âyo,â a rough sly yet cunning voice mutters, and itâs so deepâyou recognize it from anywhere, toji fushiguro in the flesh. âare ya lost? no fuckinâ autographs.â
âdonât be rude, âtoj,â and your eyes avert towards sukunaâ heâs a few inches taller and your eyes roam at them both. they had droplets of sweat racing down their washboard abs, scars coating their skin with ruffled hair as if theyâd just finished a match. sukuna drags his feet towards you before his eyes light up. âohh, i know you,â he snickers, grabbing your notepad before nudging his friend. âsheâs our little journalist toji. and sheâs a damn fine one too..â
â. . . uh,â was all you could make out, feeling a sudden tightness in your stomach. your eyes continue to stare, your lewd thoughts only become more and more vulgar. seconds pass before you realize sukuna took your notebook, toji pauses his sets to get a good look at you. âi thought this was the ladies' room.â
âgirl bye,â toji grumbles with two hands buried into his shorts pocketsâ he reads right through you as if you were some sort of exposed novel. people said he was a lot sassier in person but you didnât think itâd actually be true. green dark eyes linger onto you for a long time before he stretches, leaning down to get a good glimpse at your figure. âdid you come here just to stare or what?â
you were taken aback at how blunt he was.
a coy grin appears on his lips as he watches you struggle to formulate a good enough response.
you were nosy, you were really really nosy. for once, perhaps you didnât wanna just jot down things about these twoâ just maybe, just maybe . . you wanted a hands-on experience.
âi⌠needed new material for my article before the next match starts,â you utter, squeezing your thighs together. sukuna tilts his head, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel hot. tojiâs stare was ten times more intimate, darkened irises practically staring right into your soulâyou knew this wasnât the bathroom, you were lying. âi was hoping maybe youâd give me some uh . . inspo.â
they were both towering over you with height, you felt smallâlike an ant that was preparing itself to be crushed by a villainous shoe.
âinspiration, she says?â sukuna hums, his voice is lowâraspy, an almost purr hiding underneath it before he moves closer towards you. âjust tell us what you really want, princess.â
ânah donât get all shy now,â toji chimes in once he sees you grow more sheepish. they both close in on youâyou felt like you were trapped in a fever dream, you werenât exactly complaining either. they smelled so good, a mixture of sultry sweat and a loud scent of heavy cologne that wafts throughout the entire training room. âyou got our attention so spit it out, girl.â
âiâ i want you both.â you finally mutter after seven long consecutive seconds. with the way tojiâs staring right through you, you felt like your stomach sank between your legs - your legs that were throbbing with nothing but mere arousal, again perhaps this was unprofessional. no, it was very unprofessionalâbut anyone would kill to be in your position, being sandwiched between the top two boxers of your city.
sukuna snickers. âboth? what makes you think iâd wanna share with this bum?â
âshut up,â toji snarls, and the way his facial expressions tense a bitâso attractive. the headlines + press was right about toji, he was a lot more handsome in person. he was a fairly new boxer yet a pure lady's man. heâs had a plethora of fangirls while in the ring and maybe you were one of them. as he inches towards you with a hand softly gripping underneath your chin, he inhales. his entire facial structure, so chiseledâbrief dark stubble coats the entirety lower half of his jaw and he rubs his left boxing glove against his left knee. âthat really want you want? both of us?â and his voice softens. itâs a bit more pitchy and low, and he sneers. âon me, look at me when you reply too, girl.â
your lip gradually pulls down from his thumb playing against it. you felt so hot, the air suddenly felt thick.
a sudden lump gets caught in your throat before you mumble. âi want you both,â and your eyes meet the dark-haired boxer, simultaneously glancing at his attireâ shirtless, boxing shorts on with his custom-made âfushiguroâ briefs wilting near the topâonly showing the hem part. just a teensy detail like that was so enticing that you even spot a few parts of his exposing snatched waist. only after awhile you then abruptly snap out of your vulgar fantasm. ââŚplease.â
âthe real question is, pretty little journalist,â sukuna steps in, a hand stroking against your chin. you didnât know where to even look. both boxers had their hands on you and the tightened squeezing between your plush thighs grew even more. âcan you handle both?â
âyes.â youâd speak in a soft voice, most likely as of now you were probably speaking from between your legsâyou didnât care though, everyoneâs a little delusional at some point. emphasis on a little in your case, because you had no idea what you were getting in to with these two.
toji snickers. âhm,â he mutters, eyes focusing on you for a long time before he raises his chin. âfine. letâs test your strength then,â and he briefly gazes at sukuna. âsukuna. we can take her ân the ring.â
and they mean it quite literallyâ taking you, the both of them versus you, except you werenât relatively fighting.
not in that sense, but it was versus an opponent that was throbbing between your thighs.
the arena was empty, about a good hundred or more vacant blood-shot red seats scatter everywhere.
inside the ring, it was a mere raised platform, guided and shaped by strong stringy ropes that were yanking between poles at each side and corner. you lay on the spongy canvas of the ringâs floor before biting back a moan.
âscared yet?â sukuna hums, and he props himself right between your legs. this was riskyâentirely risky, anyone could just walk in. besides, you were pretty sure they had a match in about a good forty-five minutes. with sprawled-out legs, he moved closer before dragging a thumb down your panties. his voice was a bit deeper than tojiâs, they both shared the same amount of rasp.
sukuna had the charm, toji had the suaveness.
you shake your head, feeling yourself grow even hotter the more he stalls time. it feels warm, the entire air around you is humidly thick and you whine as he teasingly bites your panties. not enough to pierce his teeth into your folds, but he bites near the fabricâyou watch, the string of your underwear slowly dragging with him. yet, you canât help but glance at toji whoâs just standing thereâarms crossed and that same scowl that stuck against his face. âmhm,â he jibes, eyes flickering towards toji. âtoji. sheâs looking at you.â
âi know she fuckinâ is,â he grumbles, and your head tilts upward. youâre face first with his bulge that was right against your face. talk about space, it was right there. such a big bulge, who were you even kidding thoughâyou found yourself gawking at his bulge at every match he had. with the skin-tight shorts heâd worn, you just knew he was nothing more than a packer. ânosy girl. yâer mouth bored or somethinâ?â and he watches your hands paw at the hem of his tucked-out briefs. âneed a bit of throat training, huh?â
sukunaâs playing with your panties still. by now, heâs peeling them towards the crevices of your thighs and you whine whilst you feel a thumb of his drag down your honeyed slit. sopping wet, just a three-second stare and he was suddenly esurient.
âlook at me, not him,â toji lightly turns your head to face back up to him again. his bulge, his damn bulge that was right up against you. you nod, feeling your mouth dryâyou wanted your throat to be filled, it wasnât even a question. toji gruffs lowly, moving your chin side to side. âhuuuh? girl, i donât speak silence. thought i told ya how to use those words when you speak.â
âi- i wanna suck you off, âtoj,â and you get cut off once he pulls his boxing shorts down halfway, bringing your face close to his briefs. youâre taken by surprise once he makes you rub your face against his hardened bulgeâyou moan, as if on instinct, your tongue lolls out just to taste him. even if itâs just the clothed fabric protecting his actual cock, it was something.
he scoffs. âyâer a nasty girl, huh,â he mumbles, peering down to see sukuna starting to lick against your cunt. your legs quaver upon impact and you slump back against the corner of the ring. âcanât wait, yeah. want me to train this empty throat? maybe itâll make ya a better journalist, nosy ass.â
youâd almost laugh at his little side remark if it wasnât for sukunaâs tongue lapping against your slick entrance. your lips part as you lean back, a hand going through his hair. âmphm,â he grunts, one hand squeezing the right part of your thigh. âsweetest taste iâve had in a . . . looong while.â and heâs so sloppy, not even a few seconds pass before heâs already slurping. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and thatâs when toji hauls down his briefs.
you gulp, damn.
he wasnât just big, he was hugeâŚ
your mouth starts to salivate the more you stared at the swollen shaft. toji was a big guy . . hence meaning, toji he was a thick guy.
staggering height and a fat base to back it up, he had about two veins running down the side. his tip was a reddish pink, you could already taste him throbbing in your mouth. toji was quite well shaved a bitâ though, it was a few specks of black hairs scattered everywhere. however, his happy trail was so pleasing to look. it roams all down his sculpted body, he sighs once you slowly wrap a hand around his cock.
âspit the fuck on it.â
five words and you didnât hesitate to roll out your pink tongue once more.
you gather a good amount before watching it coat against his pink sweet tip. he groans, watching your hand stroke him a bit. he was so big, so fucking big that you could barely wrap your entire hand around his dick. toji groans, watching you make a total mess out of yourself. pretty glossy lips, pretty glossy lips that would soon be wrapped around his hefty length.
once you get it wet enough, you gently move your mouth onto him. he hisses, the warmth of your throat has his abs clenching.
âm-mhm,â youâd moan out, though your words were purely muffled. sukunaâs sucking on your clit, occasionally nipping and nibbling on it just to make you squirm even more. it was cuteâ the way your legs could barely hold still, so this was your weak spot. itâs what he thought to himself, lapping his tongue against your slick entrance. brief kisses coat near your folds before he maneuvers such circles against your pussy. feeling his canines nip against your folds every few seconds had you feral in the best way possible.
âyâer makinâ her squirm all over, âkuna,â toji lowly chuckles, such baritone in his voice that it makes you soak even more. you didnât even know how it was possible with the way you were just profusely dripping like a faucet. not evenâyou put faucets to shame with how slick you were, quickly coating the lower part of sukunaâs chin with your syrupy taste. âopen that mouth a âlil more, yeah . . . yeah,â and he tilts your head back a bit, prying your mouth open some more. he starts to slowly sink his cock in, so slow. the pace was incredibly tantalizing, your tongue runs against his slit before he pushed more inches inside. âfuckkk, girl,â he continues to grunt out, knees already starting to buckle. the way you took him in, hollow cheeks all puffed, you were already starting to drool a bit. small amounts of your saliva trickle past the corners of your lips as he goes deeper and deeper. deeper until his tip ends up mashing against your uvula and you gag.
â. . ooooh,â he hums, and just a simple noise as that was so seductive. âgoodâŚ. good,â he swallows, a hand digging through your hair before maintaining a good grip against it. ânow . . letâs test this pretty throatâs durability, hm.â
your little nod makes his sly smile widen, your jaw hangs and he starts to gradually piston his hips. such a mess, he was just so big that you were surprised all of it even fit.
âalllll the way down, shit,â your head starts to move, bobbling as your tongue swiftly running against his pulsating head. he gnashes his teeth together, dim eyes flickering towards your hands. you were feeling hot yourself so you made a cute attempt at reaching between your legs. doing so only greets you to a soft concise smack.
âhands to yourself, silly girl,â sukuna grumbles, and this time he grabs your wrist. he simpers, watching you try to even still rub one out but with his grip, you werenât getting anywhere. as your mouth was occupied with such inches, you whimper once you feel sukuna spank your cunt a few times. âdonât touch my pussy.â
one turns into two, then three, then four. . .
your pretty cunt starts to become his new obsessionâthe way youâd squelch for him so easily, he gets hard in his boxers. so wet, he knows the layout as if heâs so used to doing this. you wouldnât be surprised, especially with a tongue like he had. lapping left and right, he parts your legs just a bit farther before the tip of his tongue swirls all around it. he lays it flat, getting a good enough taste before giving it yet another mean spank.
you whimper, feeling your tummy cave in before toji makes you face him once more. âeyes up here, eyes on me,â and he sounds almost jealous the more you focus your attention strictly on his boxer acquaintance. youâre still stroking him, a thumb sliding down a vein that prods alongside his shaft and he groans. your throat, so warm that he starts to feel his right thigh bounce. âshould be . . usinâ this throat for shit like this instead of running that mouth.â his voice pitches lower, boxer shorts pulled down and his hair was slightly ruffled. you stare up at toji and he gives you that same cunning smirk. oh, you were soaked. again, this simply felt like a fever dream. even if at the slightest chance that you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up.
tojiâs quite talkative throughout the entire thing, sukunaâs dragging you further and further onto your incoming release and your legs start to rapidly shake even more. you whine and mewl out such sweetened moans, occasionally coming back up for air as you kept his cock warm in your mouth. each time it hits the roof of your mouth, you let off a straddled noise and he finds it so cute, so filthy.
ârelax yâer throat, girl,â he mutters, a firm grip on your scalp. with glossy eyes, you follow his words and you stop gagging a bit. he grunts, getting hard every time your pretty eyes make direct contact with him. âsuch a pretty girl when you listen.â and his tone gets a bit more sensual, more tender.
you whine, feeling sukuna insert a single finger inside of youâyou swallow his digit almost immediately and you cringe at hearing your own salaciously lewd squelches.
soaking, sopping wet,
three perfect words to describe between your legs, you choke out a moan once you feel that sensation brew right up inside your stomach. steadily, it was coming closer and closer. youâre breathing through your noseâfeeling a few of his pubic hairs tickle against you. youâre moaning, eyes becoming half-lidded and droopy. toji had a mere pout stretching against his face and he felt himself coming close too.
the icing on the cake was your tongue, the way you swirl and slide it against his frenulumâhe groans out a low grunt that rings throughout the arena. it reverberates, it's raspy and it only makes you even more aroused. âs-shit, you close too?â
you nod, and toji jeers, finding it amusing to taunt with you as youâre about to reach your inevitable peak. âyeah? gonna make a mess on âkunaâs face?â
âtold ya donât call me that,â sukuna grouses, resuming to pump not one but two fingers into you nowâyouâre almost there. itâs a hot feeling stirring up near your lower abdomen, a pool of it. your eyes start to roll, still slobbering down tojiâs cock before he starts to thrust and thrust into your mouth.
âmake me.â toji stared at himâand the both of them grew quiet before laughing with each other.
idiots.
your maw opens just a bit wider, and heâs shoving himself in and out of your tight throatâthe noises that follow are so lewd, he finds you so pretty like this. mascara all smeared and runny, your hand continues to wrap around his lengthâhis sagged base, so full. you start to salivate again, imagining what his taste was like. you craved it like you crave sweets, sukunaâs tongue running against your clit only made things far more intense before you start to convulse.
âf-fuckkk, âm gonna cum,â toji rasps, tilting your head back a bit more. you stare at him, tongue still grazing against the pulsing slit before after a few more pumpsâhe shoots a nice velvety load into your mouth. he grunts lowly, nostrils flaring up, jaw tightening and all. â. . damn,â he swallows, allowing himself to slow down. you end up finishing around the same time, costing sukunaâs mouth with a honeyed amount of your slick and he hums. you whimper, legs barely able to hold themselves up before you feel tojiâs dick pour the remnants of his cum flat on your tongue. ânah, donât fuckinâ swallow yet. stick it out, lemme see that shit.â
your legs felt like they were about to fall off, sukunaâs kissing near your now swollen entrance and you slowly loll out your tongue. obeying, you didnât exactly swallow yet and he hums. âbest savor that shit,â he groans, giving his veiny cock a few subtle strokes before he smacks his angry tip against your tongue. âand whereâs my thank you for the meal, baby?â
âtâthwak yâyou toji,â you speak, barely coherent with his seed splattered all on your tongue. you didnât wanna spill any, and if you didâyou didnât wanna stick around to find out his reaction.
âyeah,â he huffs. âyou can swallow now. get every drop in.â
sukuna moves towards you, youâre still laid on the ringâs mat before he softly wraps a hand around your throat. âhey. donât let this bastard have all the fun, i want a taste too,â and you're taken by surprise once he pulls you into a deep steamy kiss. you moan, feeling him quite literally take your breath away. your tongue drags against sukunaâs chin, the bitterness. a concoction mixture of your saliva and his mixes, and you whine once he snakes a hand up your blazer. you taste yourself on his tongue and itâs so dirty, hot breaths mash against each other, teeth gnashing, and only then do you feel his cunning smirk.
âno one told you to hog her,â toji grumbles, pulling you back towards him. you briefly gasp for air and they both stare at each other, then you. âtell me, baby. whoâd you think win in a fight? me or this . . . thing.â
sukuna glares.
âi donât ⌠know,â you pant out, heaving from your current orgasmâso cute, yet you only wanted more. from kissing sukuna to having your throat entirely filled, you didnât know which was better. âcan we finish?â
âaw, is someone impatient?â sukuna titters, and you stare at his glistening bodyâbeads of sweat race down his precious v-line, the ideal body for a boxer. you just couldnât stop staring at his pecs, so chiseled. you even thought his pictures were edited, but seeing them up close . . you wanted him, you wanted both of them. âhm. how âbout this? we teach you a few ah, moves. full nelson to start, âs pretty easy.â
easy, sure.
with it all being easy, youâd least expect to be put into a full nelson position. a mere popular wrestling position, although youâd be performing it with no one other than sukuna.
heâd have you slump back against him, hooking both arms underneath your thighs as youâre taking such mean thrusts from him. time and time again, youâre spasming out. mouth all open, saliva running down the very corners of your lips before you moan. âsâsukuna, oh my godddd,â and you glance up at toji whoâs got a cute pout, stroking himself. you lost count of the time, itâs probably been about a good thirty-three minutes by now, thirty plus minutes of various teeth shattering orgasms. your head hits back against him and each time his tip smacks against your cervix, you short circuit. âfuck, fuck, right there, hit it thereee.â
âyou coachinâ me how to fuck, dumb girl?â he chortles with a groan shortly followingâhe was so deep, the heftiness of his base taps against you each time you bounce back against his cock. he sucks his teeth, the way you easily took him had him groaning all up against your ear. âgotta get a little more stretchy, we gotta . . hah, work on your flexibility too, huh.â
âsukuna hurry the fuck up. watching you fuck my girl âs boring as shit,â toji grouses, pumping his cock into his fist every few secondsâyou stare and heâs so needy, you could tell. his scowl he had earlier forms into a cute pout, dark eyebrows furrowing together and heâs growing impatient.
you caught that though. âmyâ girl.
who would have thought toji . . the womanizing boxer whoâs never had time for any woman throughout his career would start batting for you?
âyour girl?â sukuna snickers, resuming to hold your legs up a bit further. he reaches so deep, that your stomach starts to seize and your maw drops. hooded eyes, your lashes flutter and you felt continuous strained breaths get yanked from your lungs. âyour girl yet sheâs gettinâ fucked by me? the better boxer?â
toji snarls, and he kneels to kiss you. you moan, barely able to return the gesture since you were in the midst of taking sukuna. with being gifted with such sharp thrusts, you dig your nails into his thighs before running tangling your tongue alongside tojiâs. his breath was warm, you whine once you feel one of his hands stroke your cheek.
âaha, look at him. already whipped before me,â sukuna snickers, feeling you sink and gape around himâhe stretched you out so good already, it was so relentless. each time you bounce back against his lap, the ringing in your ears grows louder and louder. he feels his dick twitch inside you. seeing you make out with toji irks him a bit before he spanks your assâthe recoil making him even more aroused than before. sukuna hums, seeing the current pout on tojiâs face before nodding, âaw. toji wants a turn too, yeah? donât ya . . big guy?â and he intakes a breath, your pussy constricting around his length as sukuna pulls you further to slam back and forth against him. youâre moving against him now as his dick jackhammers right into your gummy was. your mouth idly dangles with your tongue stil shamelessly lolled out. a raw moan rips from the back of your throat at the pure feeling of utter bliss.
so thick, so girthyâyou gasp once you feel his fingers tend towards your neglected tits. toji shortly follows, a hand going between your thighs. your cunt was all stuffed of sukuna, feeding your swollen pussy was so many inches. âhngh, f-fuck, fuckkk,â youâd whine between wet, saturated kisses. toji purposely feels against your folds, all stuffed and sopping wet. he rubs a thumb against your slick entrance as your legs were just about to give out. âtoji, m-more. need you to touch me more.â
âyou donât need shit, little girl,â he corrects you, squeezing your lips together before presses a kiss against it. you moan, your ass stinging every few seconds from the stings of sukunaâs palm making direct contact against your ass cheek. spank after spank, oh how he adores the jiggle. he could watch it all day, even in slow motion if he could. âsuch a cute thing though, had the nerve to say you thought our training room was the fuckinâ ladies' room.â
you cringe once he repeats that. the same ringing going through your ears once more. your ears perk, hearing sukunaâs raspy grunts against the shells of your lobes before you start to stammer, âtoji, touch me.â
âiâll touch this messy body when i wanna,â he gruffs, leaning to nip kisses near your neck. sukunaâs still holding you upâyouâre like a rag doll, eyes goggling from the stretch before you start to feel it. not your orgasm, but something entirely different. it was a new type of pressure, sweet whiny moans emit out of you before you feel sukunaâs rude tip thrash against your g-spot again, and again, and again..
tojiâs thumb softly strokes underneath your neck as he pulls you into a short kiss. you whimper, pulling away before spreading your legs a bit further.
âiâ somethingâs coming, i f-feel tingly.â
sukuna roughly laughs against your ear, seemingly getting what you were implying. âyeah, gonna make another mess on us, princess? oh. i mean on me, heh?â
you shudder, your pussy feeling entirely stuffed and your eyes merely roll way back. he fit nice and snug, you bare around him before a whine drags out your throat. so deep, so so deep, youâre spasmingâeach relentless piston of his hips makes you whine louder. a feeling that was purely euphoric welts right against you, and youâre laid all back against sukunaâs bare chest, riding him in reverse. âc-choke me, âkuna, choke me, please.â
âwant me to put you in a headlock, yeah,â he whispers to you in a rough low voice. you moan, feeling him lick against your earlobe before toji strokes your cheek. you could tell he wanted a turn too, the pout on his lips stretching even further. youâre nodding against him before your cunt gapes more. âsure. iâll let you in on what my opponents feel, pretty girl.â
you moan, his voice was so low up against your ear, youâre about to cum. or were you, you swallow thickly despite having a sudden dry throatâ voice all raspy and strained from moaning for such a duration that your headâs woozy. it feels too good, your thighs ache and quaver before you feel a beefy arm wrap around your neck. âupsie daisy, thereee we go,â and he scoots you on his lap just a bit farther. heâs buried to the hilt. you moan, toji pulling you into the nth kiss of the night, lips moving in pure tandem. just when youâre about to finish, you feel him rub against your stuffed cunt once more. yet thatâs only when you decide to move your hands towards the boxers . . . nipples.
ât-the fuck,â he grunts in a hoarse tone, his voice was suddenly a bit shaky. it was cuteâyou couldnât lie to yourself, you found yourself staring at tojiâs chest way more often than you should. practically always shirtless, his pecs were huge. such pink swollen nipples, you slide a thumb against it and he shivers from your touch. âfuckinâ weirdo. âm sensitive there, s-shit.â
he doesnât tell you to stopâinstead, he grips your hair not so tightly but firmly. you look up at him, speaking in a tiny yet sheepish tone. âcanâ can i?â
âcan ya what?â he grits, watching as sukuna continues to feed your cunt of his cock â you were just about to burst, you felt it and your toes clench and curl all up. so cute.
with a thumb still sliding against his pecs tenderly, you murmur. dilated pupils flicker towards his chest, then back up at him. â. . can,â you huff out in short breaths, tummy seizing, breathing hot and heavy. âcan i suck on them?â
âno you canât fuckinâ suck on them. what kinda question is thaââ
âtoji, donât be fuckinâ mean. you claim sheâs your girl so let her suck your tits, big guy.â sukuna chimes in, releasing his soft grip against your neck. you gasp, leaning way back against him now. he was so warm pent up against youâyou whimper out, sukuna leans against your ear and he starts to talk you through your incoming orgasm. âright? wanna make toji a little whiny bitch?â
âshut the fuck up,â he rasps, and his pecs literally stare at youâso beefy, you could have sworn they twitched. he groans, watching you give him such eyes before he inches closer towards you, bending down. ââŚâŚ.fine. whatever.â
still grinding against sukunaâs lap, you hold tojiâs pecs before latching your tongue against it. his face scrunches up and itâs so cute, for whatever reason, the way your tongue curls against his perky nipples feels ⌠good. awkwardly, he pulls your head closer towards his chest, eyeing closely as you briefly start to suck. as usual, you were so sloppy tooâmoaning up against his sensitive skin, rolling your tongue all against his nipple.
ânasty little gâgirl,â he chokes out.
you glance up at him, parting your lips away before he makes you go back to tending to his tense nipples. âi didnât tell you to stop. use yâer fuckinâ tongue some more. and stare at me while you do that . . . weird shit.â
tojiâs voice significantly pitches and youâre so into it that you donât even realize that before you know it, you end up squirting. everything comes at once, youâre pulsing with sukunaâs cock still twitching vigorously inside you and you whimper, mouth still sucking onto tojiâs tits nipples. low laughter could be heard from behind you, and itâs all so much. your pussy was equivalent to a waterpark, gushing out all into sukunaâs lap. âfuckkk, princess,â he chortles, slowing down your hips and he ends up finishing a few seconds after you.
when he came inside, it came out quite a lot too. a hefty amount, it came out in ropes to where he paints the entirety of your womb. so warm from the inside, your tummy briefly caves in and your legs felt like mush.
âheh, did you just squirt?â sukuna points out, cock still twitching inside but he just lies still. youâre stretched out literally on the mat, seeing pure starsâ the lights of the arena merely blinding you before you lie back against him. âa squirter and youâre tapping out already? aw boo. ân here i thought you could handle a few more rounds in the ring, princess.â
âiâ i can,â you protest, parting your lips away from tojiâs sheeny pecs. your lips were spit-glossed, he stared at you before squatting down to stare at the mess right between your legs. so messy, sukuna lifts you off of him and it just pours right down between your thighs. âi can go for more.â
toji hums, taking a quick three-second glance at his watch. âfive fuckinâ minutes, âs all youâll get with . . me,â and itâs cute because a mere pink forms on his face.
heâs still embarrassed from you sucking on his nipples that he tries to act all toughâbut that only makes his tone quaver even more. âmatchâs gonna start soon. sukuna, letâs take her both.â
he snickers, pulling your shirt that was tucked underneath your blazer all the way up.
âboth?â and sukuna lifts you to sit on top of toji, straddling him. you were being preparing to be overly stuffed with not one but two cocks. you fall face forward into tojiâs broad chest, the coldness of his chain that wraps around his neck brushes against your skin before he helps you align yourself.
you moan, feeling sukuna get behind tooâyou gulp, tojiâs fondling your breasts that almost poke out through your unbuttoned shirt whilst sukuna was behind. youâd be taking them bothâ one in each hole. âcan you handle us both at the same time, pretty girl? tojiâs known for his record of lasting a good ah . . . two solid rounds.â
toji glares, feeling himself start to open you up again. with his plump crownhead of his cock, he splits you open, and he is a tad thicker than sukunaâyou moan, wrapping flimsy arms around him before sukuna enters from behind with toji focusing on the front. âshut up. you say that ân act like i wonât k.o. you right now.â
âoh yeah?â sukuna cavils, and you gasp, landing on the cold canvas with an 'oof' once the boxer lightly places you down. you poutâglancing up at the two of them who were having a face off at a time like this. sukuna already pulled out and they stared each other down before toji slyly smiles. âis that a fact?â and for a brief moment, he leers down at tojiâs sheeny lipsâ the dark-haired boxer slides his tongue against his scar before humming.
âdonât play, you know it is,â he replies, giving you one ogle before turning back towards his rival. âyâknow, âkuna. you sure talk a lot of shit but you couldnât even pin me down if you tried.â
sukuna rasps lowly, inching closer before they were inches apartâyou thought they were gonna kiss at this rate. oh, something like this would be such a good inspiration for the headlines.
âif you wanted my attention, should have said so,â sukuna sneers, rubbing his hand that was carefully wrapped up in a white bandage against his slim torso. âbesides, i think we all know who can last more rounds.â
âdid you two just forget about meâ?â you furrow your eyebrows, literally still soaked and laid against the corner of the ring. they shoot you a glance before turning back towards each other.
toji scoffs back at sukuna, ignoring you. âprove it then. pin me the fuck down, hot shot.â
âbend the fuck over then, big guy. weâll show the pretty journalist whoâs gonna win this nightâs match. round fuckinâ one.â
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