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scaredpigeons · 3 years

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Dark Necessities

Levi x Fem!OC

Word count: 12.6k

Synopsis: in an AOT AU where we just… don’t talk about the bad stuff… Rae is a short, sweet Cadet who joined the Survey Corps at 13. Now 18, a drunken dare puts her right into Captain Levi’s line of sight. What happens when you put two intoxicated pining idiots in the same room together? This mess and more.

This is the prelude to a much larger smut series, including my other fic, when its love if its not rough it isn’t fun, which i will link here.

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ minors DO NOT INTERACT

Age gap, Smut, dubcon? (both parties consumed alcohol) dry humping, grinding, mentions of knifeplay(sorta), (proper)choking, swearing, Levi writes poetry, Marco is alive and adorable, masturbation, fingering, mentions of virginity loss, mentions of blood, slight overstim, alcohol consumption, Erwin Smiths massive hands, sex, creampie, lil bit of degradation, pet names, themes of bdsm, levi pretty in love lol.

TRIGGER WARNING: Rae is turning 18 in this fic. Levi does indeed mention starting to have less than pure thoughts about Rae when she was 16 yrs old. He knows it was gross and creepy, we know its gross and creepy, it’s just a tidbit of information that adds to Levi’s general shame about his attraction to Rae. Levi does NOT act upon those thoughts, and in fact mentions the fact that he drank himself stupid with the guilt of even having them.

I don’t need to explain why I really enjoy writing and reading sorta skeevy sketchy age gaps for my pairings, if it is something that bothers you, please click away. I kindly remind everyone that you are responsible for the content you choose to consume. Thank you and I love you😊🖤

"I dare you to sneak into the Captains office and find out what's in those little black books he keeps locked up!"

Rae usually wasn't so stupid. She would swear on her life, her mother raised her to have a sensible head —always held high— on her shoulders.

Apparently all she needed to lose her sense of right and wrong (and stupid) was a little (a lot) of good old fashioned Liquid Courage.

Rae had never really celebrated her birthday since joining the scouts. It wasn't important; she had to train, to learn, to protect and see what the world had to offer. Working closely with section commander Hange however…left little room for secrecy.

All the higher ups had access to everyone's files, of course. So when the weekend of Rae's 18th birthday was approaching, Hange was practically vibrating.

"Raaaaaaaeeeeeee~"

The girl in question rolled her eyes at her paperwork, knowing what was coming.

"Yes, Hange?"

They smirked, grasping Rae's shoulders from behind and giggling in her ear.

"A little birdie told me someone's turning 18 on the weekend~"

Rae sighed, smiling. "Did the little birdie also tell you that someone has never made a big deal about her birthday, and isn't planning on starting now?"

"But this..!!!!" Hange paused, flailing their arms in front of her face. "This is your 18th!!! You're becoming a woman!!! It's to be celebrated! Not ignored!!"

Rae couldn't help but scoff, "Hange, you said the same thing about the first time I bled. And besides— Jean’s 18th birthday was a month ago, why didn't we celebrate for him, huh?"

Hange laughed then, a sharp giggle followed by a snort. Adorable.

"Everyone knows boys don't become men until age 25."

They rounded the table, grinning like a madman.

"And besides..." they said, fiddling with their overdue paperwork. "I got you a couple presents~"

——

That's how a small group of her closest friends ended up drinking Hange's "presents" (which ended up being three very large bottles of cheap, but very effective liquor) after dinner in the mess hall.

Rae leaned against Jean, who leaned against Marco at the end of the bench seat. Across the table, Mikasa and Armin were giggling at Eren, who could not hold his liquor to save his life.

Beside them Hange was giggling at Moblit, who was swearing up and down that he was NOT drunk, despite his slurring words and reddened cheeks. Off in the corner, Ymir was sipping her drink, watching Historia tell a very animated story.

Sasha and Connie had disappeared a while ago into the kitchens, searching for food to help reduce the future hangovers.

Suddenly, Hange and Moblit were banging a tune on the table, drunkenly singing an old dancing song.

Jean suddenly jumped up, nearly knocking Rae over in the process.

He looked from Marco to Rae and back, before turning completely to Rae.

"RAEBY!" He shouted. "You MUST dance with me immediately!"

Rae giggled and grabbed his hands, hoisting herself up less than gracefully.

They stumbled their way to the middle of the mess hall, and Jean began twirling her around.

Rae lost herself in the lyrics of the song she'd never heard and the warmth spreading through her body.

Hange and Moblit chanted along with the pounding of their fists on the table; something about a girl from a far away land, cool breeze on warm skin and an unforgettable smile.

Jean grasped her waist tightly, holding her hand as he jumped around with her.

Laughter surrounded them as they stumbled around together, and Rae could say with confidence she had never been so light. She was high on happiness, on the joy of being around people she loved.

The song was reduced to just the beat and a wordless tune, and Jean twirled Rae out of his arms into the open space in front of them.

"DANCE SOLO!!!" Hange screamed.

The warmth in her cheeks did nothing to stop her hips from moving. With her arms raised high, she moved herself to the beat, earning whoops and hollers from the drunken audience.

She jumped and twirled, her boots long forgotten by the tables, sock clad feet slipping on the cool stone floor. She spun and spun until she hit a wall.

Only the wall caught her.

"Careful, Cadet." The wall said.

Rae looked up at Commander Erwin Smith with hazy eyes and a warm face.

"Commander! You're not a wall!" She giggled.

"Might as well be." A whiskey-warm voice mumbled behind them. The Captain.

The rest of the room fell quiet, all eyes focused on them.

The Commander chuckled and guided Rae to a table, letting it stabilize her while he took a box from Levi.

"Hange informed me that today was your birthday, Cadet Williams." He smiled warmly, handing her the box. "It was insisted upon by them that because this birthday you become age of majority, a gift was necessary."

His formality and Captain Levi's cold stare of indifference almost sobered her up. Almost.

"Commander! This is... an honour, really. You didn't have to." She took the note from the box and inspected the inscription.

"To Cadet Rae Williams," the Commanders strong and loopy script began,

"Congratulations on reaching your 18th year. Observing your progress as a scout has been a wonderful experience. We all look forward to many more years of your dedication to the cause.

Sincerest Regards,

Commander of the Scout Regiment

Honourable Leader of the Survey Corps

Erwin Smith."

And Just underneath, in scratchy, hastily scribbled black ink, a simple "-Levi"

Rae smiled, a strange warmth blooming in her chest before turning to the box. Wrapped meticulously in plain brown paper, tied up with a bow of twine—that had to be Levi's handiwork. The commander lacked the patience for such delicate precision.

As careful as her shaking fingers could, she unwrapped the gift, and gently lifted the lid from the top.

She gasped rather loudly as her eyes fell upon the brand new boots.

Fine leather, moisture resistant lining, the perfect shade of brown.

She lifted one of the boots from the box, inspecting the sole, hoping, praying-

"I believe I overheard you expressing an interest in the 5cm lift impact absorption soled boots, yes?" The commander said, looking intently for a reaction.

Lost in the joy of the evening, Rae seemingly also lost her senses, squealing, and throwing her arms around her commander's waist, nuzzling her face into the soft cotton of his shirt.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! Fuckin’ amazing I don't even- ugh!" She all but shouted into Erwins stomach, "I don't deserve so much kindness."

Everyone's eyes were wide with shock, as if a man had been struck by lightning. The silence was interrupted by Captain Levi roughly clearing his throat.

"Ahem- well," the Commander was red now, placing his obscenely large hands on her shoulders (-when did his hands get so big? Why hadn't she noticed before?) and creating an appropriate amount of space between himself and Rae.

"I'm very glad that you enjoy your gift," Erwin started. "But I think the lot of you had best cool down now. It's getting rather late, I wouldn't want you waking the other cadets."

Rae gave an exaggeration of a salute, scrunching her nose at Erwin with a little smile.

He smiled back and made his way towards the exit.

Levi lingered, glaring at the group, Especially Rae.

Eren in his intoxication, boldly shouted to the Captain, "Hey Levi! How's it feel knowing Rae's gonna be taller than you now?"

The laugh that bubbles from Rae's throat could not have been held back, even without the presence of alcohol in her system.

And oh, if looks could kill, poor Eren would be dead a million times over.

Rae and Levi were the same height exactly. 160 precious centimetres from the ground, yet Rae herself lacked the intensity and intimidation that made Levi seem taller than even Erwin at times.

Levi moved towards her, getting in her personal space, perhaps for the first time ever.

Rae breathed in, he smelled of lavender and mint, like campfire smoke and crisp air before the rain breaks. She might have enjoyed the scent of him, if not for the fear coursing through her.

He leaned in, right next to her ear, and she swore she could feel her blood rush downwards.

"Don't think you're special," his low voice rumbled in her ear. "He bought me the 7cm soled boots last month, limited edition charcoal black."

And with that he was gone. Like a feather, whisked away in the cool breeze.

Only it wasn't cool.

It was suddenly very, very hot in the mess hall.

"Alright! Who's up for a game of truth, dare or drink!" Hange shouted.

And that's how Rae ended up creeping down the hall dedicated to the Higher ranking soldiers' offices and living spaces.

She knew where the Captains office was, Hange had her deliver reports to him quite frequently, but this... this was dangerous.

The door was cracked open, and when she looked in, only soft moonlight filtering through the curtains greeted her.

The captain's office was almost... homey? The large window facing the training grounds let lots of natural light illuminate the desk and chair in front of it. The east and west walls of the room held massive ornate bookshelves, the wood they were made from was strong and dark.

Beside the bookshelf to the right, a closed door, perhaps his living space?

To the left, a small green couch and tea table, placed upon a faded royal purple rug.

There was an extra chair by the doorway, with a little end table beside it, holding a couple books, their dog eared and worn pages showing they were well loved.

She let the door fall back, cringing when it creaked, but didn't shut. Rae scanned the room for her target-

-there! The second shelf on the right, glass doors, usually locked, were now open, barring the contents of the shelf to the room.

She glanced at his desk, the keys he carried everywhere were set carefully next to one of her targets. The little black books.

Ever since joining the corps, rumours had floated around about Levi's collection of books—some would say they were journals, filled with names of cadets who'd caught his rage, cadets to be punished at a later time.

Others would say the books were a set of novels, with covers painted black to hide what he was reading.

Giggles circulated about what indeed Captain Levi read in his spare time, from gorey horror to sappy romance, people guessed it all.

The book on the table was open. A pen laying next to it. So she supposed it was a journal of sorts.

That was enough, right? She could go back now, safe and sound, and tell the group the books were journals.

Right?

The more she thought, the more Rae knew it wasn't enough (especially for Hange) and the more her curiosity grew.

Rae leaned over the desk, turning the journal towards her, eyes flitting across the black ink.

"For as fair as she is with my yearning to touch her

I shall not wither such a flower, this acid rain will not water her roots

Silk soft upon raven's wing, a gaze burning like ice

I too burn to sink these claws within the snow of her flesh

Little white dove of my caged heart

To tear her apart and crawl within

In the prayer that her soul might warm me

The cold within me burns for her, yes

So my distance I keep close to my chest

I will never tarnish such a being

Being the creature that I am"

The click of the door closing pulled her from the page.

"Speak of the Devil herself."

Rae whipped around, facing Levi.

His shirt was ruffled, untucked, the top three buttons undone. His left hand held a half empty bottle by his hip, liquor much more expensive than what she'd been drinking earlier.

She'd slightly sobered up during the game, sipping water and munching on crackers with Sasha, but the heat in her cheeks felt oddly reminiscent of earlier in the evening, when she was laughing and dancing with her friends.

Rae stuttered when she finally spoke.

"Captain... I'm-"

"Shut up, will you?" He barked. While Levi brought the bottle to his lips and pulled more liquor in his throat, Rae found herself wondering aimlessly what it might feel like to be liquid fire coated in glass.

The Captain finished his swig and toed off his boots, kicking them to the corner. They stood out against the still perfection of the room.

Rae forgot to breathe as he made his way towards her. She was at the front of his desk, her bottom pressed against the edge. She thought if she could slip into the wood of it and disappear, she just might.

But that was irrational and irritatingly impossible.

So she stayed incredibly still as he finally stood before her.

He looked her up and down, "You're lucky."

"P-pardon?" She squeaked.

"You're not wearing your boots. I don't fuckin' like dirt in my office."

"Oh, right. Sir."

He leaned forward, and the bottle of liquor was placed audibly on the desk.

Only he didn't move away.

His hand stayed resting upon the desk beside her, the other coming to match it. She was caged in.

"You've been drinking," Rae whispered, eyeing his mouth, the moonlight behind her revealing a slight sheen on his bottom lip, from where he'd licked off residual liquor.

He scoffed. "So were you, only I wasn't celebrating."

She finally met his eyes, which were hooded, but no less intense.

"What was your reason for drinking then, Captain?"

His eyebrows raised and a low hum vibrated from his throat. "Breaking into my office, then asking personal questions like that? Quite bold tonight, aren’t we?"

His leg shifted forward, his knee coming between hers. The touch sent shockwaves up her spine.

"I'm always rather bold, Captain, if you acknowledged my existence for more than two seconds at a time, you might've already known that."

Was she flirting? Had the cheap booze eaten at the part of her brain dedicated to self preservation?

Rae was unsure. All she knew was that she was hot. Levi standing so close made her feel hot. She had spent years working on her confidence with soldiers of higher authority, she was not about to be intimidated by him now, despite the aching between her legs.

His stare bore into her soul, and she thought a whisper of a smile crossed his lips.

"I've been watching you since the moment they shipped you to this dump."

Her heart stopped. What was he saying?

"I'm not some predator, calm down." Levi chuckled darkly at her startled expression.

"I saw potential in you, strength. A good head on your shoulders, actual fucking brain cells to rub together."

Her cheeks burned. She'd always had a little crush on Levi, he was an idol to many younger cadets who showed up to serve. But ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ didn't have time for little girls still needing to grow up, still learning about life. But knowing that he had actually noticed her all these years... her heart swelled.

"Why didn't you...?" She murmured.

"Why didn't I say something? Take you under my wing? Train you personally?" He questioned, tilting his head side to side mockingly. "Because I didn't need some little brat being groomed under me, losing all their sense because 'humanity's strongest' sees potential."

His face came closer to hers, and she could feel his breath on her skin, smell the whiskey on his tongue.

"And Maria, did I thank myself for that. Two years ago, the day you came back from your summer leave; your hair had grown and... your hips... fuck, I nearly drank myself to death trying to chase the disgusting thoughts from my head."

Rae knew he could feel the hitch in her breath, because he smirked, eyes dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes.

"You just kept getting smarter, wittier, stronger, I knew if I had sunk my claws in you when you were young, I would have ruined you."

His eyes rolled back into his head then, out of displeasure or something else, she couldn't be sure. "And now... you're 18... and Glasses won't stop squawking about how you're a woman now, how you're grown and strong and ready for the world."

He moved forward, and took a long deep breath from the base of her neck to her earlobe.

She shivered as her blood continued it’s sprint southbound.

"Drowning my demons isn't working, Rae." His hand came to her throat, almost touching, a breath away from meeting the delicate skin that was quivering in anticipation for it.

“Intelligent men know demons can swim in liquor, Captain.” She whispered into the heat between them.

He scoffed. "Men are disgusting creatures, their minds are drowning in filth, they take what they want and they-"

"What about what a woman wants?" She interrupted.

Levi's eyes widened as she pressed her throat into his hand finally, closing the distance he so stupidly left.

"As a woman, am I not allowed to decide-"

Apparently interrupting each other would be a common theme for the evening.

Levi crashed his lips into hers.

He consumed her senses, filling her entirely until all that ran through her mind, her lungs, her veins, was him.

She let him, Walls, did she let him, and she almost cursed herself for how good it felt.

His lips were soft, plush and smooth, so unlike the chapped and rough lips she'd chastely kissed before.

There was nothing chaste about the way Levi’s tongue dipped into her mouth, about the way he sucked and nipped at her lips like a man starved.

He tasted like liquid amber, like fire and sin and everything Rae hadn't known she'd needed until now.

When he finally pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled and broke between their lips in the moonlight.

Rae could feel his ragged breath across her face, and through the fog in her mind, could see the way he was practically vibrating in front of her.

"You're shaking." She said; quiet and small.

He looked from her glistening lips to her eyes, wearing an expression of wonder that she'd never seen cross his features before.

"The thought of kissing you has haunted every dream, nightmare and waking moment of mine for some time now."

She smiled softly, despite herself and her current situation.

"You're quite talkative when you drink, Captain."

His face darkened then, the kind of dark that shot straight to her core, her breath stuttering with something much different than fear.

"Liquor loosens lips and legs alike, I suppose."

If he were anyone else, his smirk would have earned him a playful slap on the shoulder. The captain moved before she could even react.

His hands found their way to the plush of her hips, and his leg between hers lifted up, up, up, releasing a soft whine from her throat as he pushed her core against the hard muscle of it.

Her hands flew to his forearms as her hips moved and slid against him, and he captured her lips once again.

Levi greedily swallowed her moans as he guided her hips to grind down on his upper thigh over and over, giving her the sweet friction she craved since he first stepped close to her.

"I want to ruin you." Levi breathed against her lips.

"Please," she whispered between laboured puffs of air.

His hands gripped her hips harder, and she prayed she'd have bruises in the morning to ghost her fingertips over- a reminder that she hadn't been dreaming.

"Fuck-" He cursed, and she could feel the hardness in his pants rub against her hip as he moved with her.

She almost asked if what he felt was akin to the screaming pleasure racing through her body, but with each push and pull and grind- her vocabulary packed it's bags and left, leaving behind only broken curses, soft pleas and his name.

"I want to tear you apart," he growled. "I want to break you, fuck into you until you scream, until you cry, until you forget your own name."

She keened, the pleasure was building in her, turning her eyes blurry and filling her brain with deep, lust filled fog.

She cried out into the still air of the room as he grabbed her legs, throwing them around his waist and driving his clothed cock against her core.

As her back hit the solid wood of his desk, she surmised that if it were anyone else, she might have giggled at the inherent virginal silliness that was dry humping.

But the way Levi's hands guided her hips to slide her core over his cock was anything but virginal or silly, regardless of the layers between them.

Rae looked at Levi, and despite their shared height he seemed to tower above her, eyes glazed and brow furrowed as he took and gave, pushed and pulled.

"I'll fucking destroy you, little girl." His voice was strained now, and the thought that he was just as gone as she was wound the coil inside her even tighter.

"Please... Captain, I..."

He reached for her then, his cool fingers wrapped themselves around her throat; proper this time, gripping the sides deliciously.

"I want nothing more than to fill you up with everything disgusting and rotten inside me. To rip you open and tear what innocence you have left from your pretty little insides,"

He was truly killing her now, the words tumbling from his mouth was the most she'd ever heard him speak, he was usually so silent and stoic- save for punishing disobedience and stupidity.

"Captain," she murmured. "I'm gonna-"

Her thighs trembled as he continued grinding against her, his words dripping sickly sweet venom into her very soul.

"I want to coat your insides with my sin, my shame. I want to mark you, to fucking claim you."

The pressure between her legs was growing too fast, she clawed at his wrists, the one by her throat and the one still guiding her hips.

"Levi-" she croaked.

He groaned, "I'll carve my fucking name into your perfect skin if I have to. So anyone who dares to touch you knows who you fucking belong to."

Her orgasm seemed to dip a toe in the water, teasingly testing before it was to jump into the cool depths, away from the hot summer's day.

"Levi!" She cried, "I'm-"

"Mine." He growled.

And the wave crashed over her, shocking her whole body until her vision blurred white, soaking through her mind and panties alike.

An orgasm that strong was meant to be savoured, and so Levi kept going, working her through it with no regard for himself.

The shockwaves of pleasure pulsed and pulsed, around the third wave she found her voice and let loose a broken sob.

Levi cursed under his breath, the hand at her throat returning to her hip, then he leaned over, latching onto her neck, biting the soft skin between it and her shoulder.

If she hadn't been so caught up in her own pleasure, the ringing in her ears, the wetness seeping through her underwear, she might have noticed the growing damp spot on the front of Levi's pants, and the way he groaned into her skin as he slowed the grinding of their bodies.

As he stopped, the only sound in the still air of his office was their heavy breathing.

Rae thought it was rather shameful that the roof covered the dark of the sky, that she couldn't look up at the stars and compare them to the ones that had just flashed behind her closed eyes.

She waited until the air she pulled into her lungs was smooth and unlabored before she looked at him.

It seemed as if he himself was looking up at the stars, glassy eyes full of wonder, face content and euphoric.

Only he wasn't gazing upwards, through the roof.

His eyes met hers as soon as she looked up, As if he had been looking the whole time.

Ever so slowly, she sat up, and he seemed to unfurl himself from her, like flower petals unravelling from the safety of their buds, and he stepped back.

Her head was swimming with everything and nothing, too many words to speak, yet no voice to push them into the air.

They seemed to stare at each other for eternity. His eyes held more emotion than she'd ever seen in him before.

Suddenly, everything came crashing down upon her.

Captain Levi had admitted he'd seen her potential from day one.

(Captain Levi writes poetry?)

Captain Levi was attracted to her.

Captain Levi had kissed her.

(Poetry, actual poetry. And it was actually really beautiful?!?)

Captain Levi had made her cum without removing a single article of her clothing.

Captain Levi was surely far more intoxicated than she was.

All the racing thoughts blurred together into one (stupid) resolution:

Captain Levi surely could not have meant anything he'd said, he was only drunk, and would surely regret everything when the sun rose.

Right?

He must have seen the gears turning in her head, the fear in her eyes, because he took a step back.

It was a small, shuffled step, one that any sober person would've realized he did not want to take.

Really—if anyone else was in the room, they would have seen how his whole body leaned towards her, as if she had her own gravitational pull.

It was as if when he held her, touched her, tasted her at last, it wasn't enough—and it would never be.

Rae was much more coherent than Levi was, but still drunk. So that step that Levi took confirmed her every fear.

And she ran.

————

She knew she'd fucked up.

Rae was a smart girl. She'd made some questionable decisions as of late, but she would always take pride in her intellect.

So the next morning, when she'd woken to the screaming sunlight, and a pounding headache, She knew.

But it seemed the universe just wanted to keep reminding her, over and over again.

Her day off was spent showering, nursing her hangover with the blackest cup of coffee she could brew, and a trip with the girls to the wildflower fields for an afternoon picnic.

Her headache was nearly gone, and the cool breeze sifting through the flowers and long grass helped clear her mind considerably.

The huge willow tree they sat beneath kept the sun from her eyes, and shone dappled golden light onto her beautiful friends.

Rae assumed the trouble from the previous evening was behind her, she could think about it later. The walls in her mind had built brick by brick in the night, caged doors and the issue locked tight behind them.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, pulling it over one shoulder to messily braid while Sasha arranged the snacks she'd prepared.

They were all in their casual clothes, a treat often taken on their days off.

The women in the Corps were all beautiful and powerful, but sometimes they just wanted to feel pretty, you know?

Mikasa donned a beautiful dust pink dress, one she'd purchased a few years ago for a semi-formal dinner the commander had brought a few of the top cadets to.

Her red scarf laid delicately across her shoulders like a sort of shawl, complete with sheer white stockings and her brown boots, she looked like a completely different person; less rigid, more at ease.

Historia and Ymir seemed to colour coordinate, Historia's baby blue bell sleeve cotton dress complimented the blue of Ymir's new slacks, her crisp white button up matching Historia's little sheer white gloves and sun hat.

Sasha had a high necked cream coloured blouse tucked into a burgundy mid length skirt, and she'd worn a couple of the bracelets she and Connie had made from little beads and twine a couple years ago.

Rae had opted for a pretty outfit as well, not that she had many. Her white off the shoulder blouse looked lovely tucked into the pine green longskirt she bought last autumn.

The women had chided her when she'd shown up for the walk, they had to wear that colour almost every day of the week! Ymir had sarcastically questioned if she'd given up on having an identity outside the scouts.

"I think it's nice!" Rae defended. It was flowy and soft, it suited her figure. "I happen to like this colour."

Pine green reminded her of hope, of flying through the tall trees, and it brought a strange warmth to her chest.

She chuckled at the thought as her fingers pulled through her tangles, twisting the three sections together.

She had just pulled a loose ribbon from her skirt pocket when Mikasa piped up.

"Rae, what's that on your neck?"

Rae furrowed her brow. "What?" She touched her throat, feeling for any bumps or scrapes.

"No, not there," Mikasa scooted closer, her cool fingers lightly brushing against the smooth skin covering where her neck met her shoulder. "Here."

"Woaaah! Rae!" Sasha said, nearly crushing the bread to get a closer look, "it looks like something bit you!"

Rae's thoughts filled with the smell of lavender and warm embers, the taste of whiskey and mint lingering on her tongue.

The flimsy walls she'd drunkenly put up last night broke, and all the memories from Levi's office came crashing through.

Rae winced when she looked at the mark, blood rushing to her face, setting her ears on fire.

In her memory, the Captain had nibbled on her neck while she was at the height of her climax. The mark on her neck told a different story.

Angry red teeth marks surrounded a fading purple bruise.

It was so bad.

But holy fuck was it hot.

Rae mentally slapped herself. She couldn't think like that. She just needed to forget about the whole thing, and it would be okay.

She quickly flipped her braid over to cover the mark. "Oh, it's nothing. I've been scratching in my sleep, it's really not a big deal."

She quickly tied the end of her braid with the ribbon, trying to calm the flush in her face.

Ymir noticeably rolled her eyes. Historia gave Rae a knowing look but kept quiet, nibbling on her slice of bread with jam.

"You sure? I've seen bites before, this one time, Connie and Jean had this competition where they-" Sasha started.

Mikasa cut her off gently. "You're okay, right?"

The genuine worry in her friend's eyes touched her, and she suddenly felt a sickening guilt for the lie she was forcing herself to tell.

"I promise, I'm okay." She said (semi) sincerely.

Mikasa looked like she wanted to press more, but nodded once, and went back to helping Sasha dole out the cutlery.

The day ended without further questioning, and Rae felt like she might be in the clear.

Then the week proved her wrong.

Hange fell ill, and Moblit was too swamped with their combined paperwork to take over training and extra duties.

Erwin made the delightful decision that Hange squad and Levi squad could merge for the week while Hange recovered.

Which meant captain Levi would be training her, overseeing her extra duties and activities, assigning jobs and chores as he saw fit.

She cringed with images of him subtlety punishing her for her transgressions in his office; assigning extra stable duty, dishes every night, making a fool of her during sword training; using her as an example of poor form, (she really needed to work on her grip strength) or even pairing up with her during hand to hand training for an excuse to kick her into the dirt.

In all honesty, by the end of the week, she would have preferred all of that, and worse compared to what actually transpired.

It was as if she didn't exist.

He didn't look at her, didn't speak to her. When assigning partners for sparring, assigning duties and chores; he referred to everyone by their last names, not even glancing from his clipboard.

Her only solace through the entire week was Marco.

The man was some sort of empath- Rae was sure. She didn’t speak a word about the turmoil coursing through her, but it was as if Marco knew; just by looking at her.

Mid-week, Rae was brushing her horse Alistarr when he came up behind her.

Rae and Marco were incredibly close, and had been for nearly 5 years, so when a warm pair of hands wrapped themselves around her, and a mop of dark hair flopped onto her shoulder, she only jumped for a moment before relaxing into his hold.

“This week has been hell,” He sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Hange.”

Rae chuckled and wriggled from his grasp, dropping the brush into Alistarrs’ bucket.

She turned to him, giving him a proper hug. He slumped over her, giving an exaggerated whine.

“There there.” She giggled, patting his back. “Oh, you poor baby. I know, I’m feelin’ it too.”

He laughed, pulling back to look at her. “How are you doing?”

She smiled brightly at him, bringing a cool hand to his cheek.

“When I get to look at this cute freckled face, how could I be anything but happy?”

Marco must’ve seen her smile not reach her eyes.

Her round cheeks were swallowed by his palms, and he began giving quick gentle kisses to her face.

Rae was a very physically affectionate person, and thankfully most of her friends were too, or at least put up with it.

And if Rae was over the top with her affections, Marco was over the clouds.

He kissed the tip of her nose, both of her cheeks, and a big exaggerated one right in the centre of her forehead.

She giggled as he swiped his thumb across a tiny bit of spit he’d left behind. He stepped back, crossing his arms and eyeing her dramatically.

“Seriously Rae, what’s going on?”

She turned to put away her bucket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m completely fi-“

She was cut off by Marco’s screech as he fell to his knees. Before she could react, Marco was flying towards the ground from a swift kick to the head.

“Bodt,” growled Levi. “I don’t remember writing ‘fuck your fellow cadets in the stables’ into your schedule today.”

Marco groaned, rubbing the side of his head. “We were just-“

“I have eyes, cadet. Keep your hands to yourself and get your ass to the kitchens.”

Marco stood slowly, glancing between Rae and the Captain. “But sir, I’m not assigned to kitchen duty until 4.”

“Well I just decided you’re doing a double shift. Now move.” He barked.

Marco scrambled to move, halfway through his exit he gave a hasty salute, then ran the rest of the way to the dining hall.

Rae’s jaw audibly cracked shut when Levi looked at her.

Levi had to have known that Marco was her best friend, that forehead kisses and the like were normal for them. So why had he been so cruel to Marco?

And what would her punishment be?

“Be in my office at 7pm sharp, this Friday, cadet.” He said, voice flat, distant.

Her blood ran cold.

“Sir?” She squeaked.

His face was void of emotion, so unlike the face that was burned behind her eyelids, that look of wonder that she’d been trying so hard to forget.

“That is an order.”

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If hell was a tangible place, Rae supposed that it might feel something like the two days leading up to this point.

Time seemed too slow and too quick all at once.

Her mind kept flipping back and forth between emotions. She was anxious to see him again, he’d made himself rather scarce since the stables. Despite her attempts to forget her memories, her feelings from that night, she just couldn’t.

The moments when she’d catch her reflection in a passing window or mirror, when she’d drag her fingertips across his fading mark, thighs twitching in remembrance, the hours seemed to tick by at a snail's pace. In these moments, she felt as if that evening would never come, that she’d be tormented forever in this limbo of what if.

The fear was what made the time escape her.

Despite the almost foreign ache between her thighs at the thought of him, the thought of confrontation with him scared her half to death.

He had yet to punish her, to express his disinterest, disgust, or disappointment in her. She thought perhaps he was waiting, giving her time to come to terms with it before he let her down hard.

Because that was the only option in her mind.

Friday morning, she, like her walls days prior; finally broke, the guilt and indecision and turmoil was whisked away with the sunrise.

Her hand travelled beneath her cotton sleep shorts, fingers finding their way between her folds. The wetness there did not shock her, she had been thinking about him non-stop. The fear and the lust even transferred to her dreams.

It was him she thought about as her fingers circled and pushed on her clit; she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.

His rough hands, his deep voice.

The way he tasted, the way he smelled.

Walls, did she want him. She’d scream it to the sky. She wanted every sick and twisted thing he’d drunkenly said that night, despite her idea that he didn’t mean a word.

When she came, it was quick and sharp, and his title, not his name spilled from her lips.

Oh Maria. She thought. The last thing I need is a thirst for authority figures.

As she readied herself for the day, she avoided the thought that perhaps it was too late to save herself from said thirst.

The high she had from her acceptance of her feelings, (along with a trusty orgasm) had pushed her through the day, but it seemed to fizzle and die out as she stood in front of Captain Levi’s door.

She was early, fearful of inducing his wrath even further with tardiness.

Rae knocked twice, and from inside she heard him call for her to enter.

She went in, closing the door behind her.

His office was the same as she remembered, only this time Levi’s desk was illuminated by two bright oil lamps.

The warmth from the light flickered across his pale face, casting shadows under his eyes, which were scanning the stack of paperwork in front of him.

“Sit.” Levi gestured to the chair in front of the desk without looking at her.

She did as she was told, fiddling with a button on her uniform in the silence. The top of his desk stared at her. ‘Remember what you did here?’ It teased.

Levi continued reading the document in front of him, and when he got to the last page he scribbled a quick signature at the bottom. He placed the papers in his outgoing bin on the side of the desk, then pulled open one of the drawers to his right.

He handed her a sheet of paper and a spare pen, and she took note of the intricate detailing on the pens body before looking at the sheet.

“This is the Corps sexual harassment report form.”

Her eyes shot back to him, her guilt returning tenfold.

He wanted to report her? What kind of punishment would she face? Would she get kicked out of the survey corps? Levi was a high ranking officer, would she go to prison?

“When you’re finished with that, I can get you the abuse of authority report form as well.” Levi leaned back in his chair. “That one is a couple more pages, sadly.”

Now she was confused. “Sir?”

He rolled his eyes, sighing. “Sadly, the pigs in charge of this shit care more about the high ranking officers abusing their cadets than they do about sexual assault. It’s disgusting.”

“But Captain,” she couldn’t find the words to question him. “I’m just a cadet, I’m not a high ranking soldier, I have no power to abuse..?”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“I’ll fill the harassment form if that’s what you’d like, but I don’t think the abuse of authority one could apply to… what I did.”

“You think these forms are to be filed against you?” He asked.

Her heart was racing now. “Well I just- I… I, you- we-“

“No, Cadet. I’m giving you these reports to file against me.”

How could he sound so calm saying that? As if she would even want to do such a thing?

“Captain, that isn’t nece-“

“My actions the evening of your birthday were severely inappropriate, I took complete advantage of your inebriated state and need to be accurately punished to the full extent of the law.”

It was her turn to furrow her brow. “Captain, that’s ridiculous. You did not take advantage of me.”

He stood quickly. “You were drunk!”

“So were you!” She stood from her chair as well.

He stormed from around his desk, his sock clad feet quiet against the wood floor, reminding her that she had her boots on in his office.

“I don’t fucking like dirt in my office.”

He’d said it so openly that night, like it was something he’d wanted to tell her for some time. Only now, with her boots on, she stood 5cm taller, which to the average person wouldn’t have been much, but to them, it made a noticeable difference.

He stood in front of her now, eyes blazing. “Yes, I was drunk. That is precisely the point!”

She couldn’t hold back the scoff, which led to him stepping towards her, finger jutting towards her chest.

“You were drunk, yes Cadet. But you were only in my office because of some stupid dare!” He was nearly shouting now, and she took a cautionary step back. “I was drunk, too. And when men get drunk, they turn into filthy, perverted lowlife animals who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

Her anger and boldness were ignited, his words were the alcohol to the flame. “Oh really, is that what you were that night Levi? A filthy pervert? An animal?”

He faltered a bit, but held his ground nonetheless. “Yes. Because only a filthy animal touches a woman when she doesn't ask for it.”

“Who said I didn’t ask for it?”

He truly faltered then. “I- what?”

“I was completely aware of what was happening, Levi. It was entirely consensual.”

He backed up, circling around her towards the couch, the gears turning in his head.

“You couldn’t possibly- I mean… what?” He looked so confused. Angry, at himself or her, she couldn’t tell, but she knew now that his distance the past week was for her sake, not his. He thought he’d taken advantage of her. He thought himself a criminal, an animal.

“But…” he paused, searching her eyes. “You ran.”

“Levi.” She smirked as he twitched at her informality. “You’d just given me the first and only orgasm I’d ever received from another person.”

He gawked. The captain, humanity's strongest soldier, actually dropped his jaw ever so slightly, and gawked at her.

Something deep and dark inside her woke up, stretched its legs and licked its lips at Levi’s reaction. ‘More’ it purred, confident and hungry.

“Plus, it happened to be the best, most earth shattering orgasm of my entire life.”

She walked towards him, and he seemed to back in fear, freezing when the back of his legs hit the couch.

“I ran because I was overwhelmed.” She moved closer, he backed again until he was forced to sit down, and she hovered over him.

“I ran because I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questioned softly.

The moonlight started to drift in, overpowering the warmth of the lamps and casting a cool hue over his face. His eyes held that deep, powerful emotion again, and she knew then and there;

There was no going back.

“That you hadn’t liked it.” She moved her legs, each knee coming to rest beside the outsides of his thighs, her hands still grasping the back of the couch on each side of his head.

As she straddled him with her newfound confidence, and his cool hands rested softly on her hips, she had another epiphany;

She didn’t want to go back.

“Did you?”

“Did I, what?” He asked her.

She let her ass rest against the top of his upper thighs, and slid her hands from the couch to his neck, fingers running along the edge of his undercut.

“Did you like it?” She finally broke for the second time that day, and rubbed her clothed core against the crotch of his slacks.

He nearly turned feral, latching himself to her mouth and consuming her once more with a searing kiss.

His tongue against hers made Rae feel dizzy, and she was growing wetter with each kiss, especially when he broke for a second in between, trying to speak but unwilling to part from her.

“I’ll answer,” kiss “your,” kiss “question,” he took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as his grip on her hips tightened.

The pain sent sparks of pleasure through her, and she groaned when he let it go.

“-if you answer mine.”

She smiled, grinding against the much more noticeable bulge in his pants. “Ask away.”

He was clearly fighting back sounds as she ground against him, but he managed to speak clearly anyways. “Was I really the first person to make you cum?”

She was growing Impatient playing these games, she wanted to feel his skin, to feel him. She started working on his shirt buttons while she answered.

“Three years ago, at the harvest festival, I met a boy, I honestly don’t even remember his name.” She shucked off Levi’s shirt, throwing it behind her as he got to work on her pants. She kicked off her boots as she continued.

“All I remember was that he was paying attention to me when I thought no one else was. Now that I think about it,” she said, leaning in for another kiss, “he looked a little like you.”

He chuckled darkly into the kiss, pulling away to tug her belt from her pants. “…and?”

“He took me back to his house, we were alone; his parents were vendors at the fair, and he took my virginity in his dingy little twin bed.” She shimmied out of her pants, undoing the last of her shirt buttons, tossing that away too.

“And how was it?” Levi asked, pulling her back into his lap and dipping his fingers under her breast band.

“Dry.” She chuckled. “He fucked me for two minutes before he realized I wasn’t getting wetter, I was bleeding. Poor kids dick shrivelled up and I had to explain what had happened.”

He helped her pull her band up and over her head, and tossed it with the rest of the clothes piling behind them. She was bare now, save for her standard issue grey cotton panties, doing little to hide her growing arousal.

He grasped her breasts and lightly squeezed, and she groaned at the touch; it felt heavenly after a long day of having them pressed tight against her.

“Poor kid didn’t even know what he was doing.” Levi leaned in and gave her left nipple teasing kitten licks as he spoke. “Bleeding is common the first time, but better men can prepare a woman so well; discomfort is the last thing on her mind.”

Rae gasped as his hand travelled downwards, and bit her lip when he touched her core through the cotton. “I-I figured as much. Hange had taught us what masturbation was years before that, so I knew it wasn’t good.”

“Mmm.” Levi hummed as he stroked circles through the fabric covering her clit. “You knew what your pleasure was. He didn’t stand a chance, did he?”

“aAhh-“ she moaned. If she bit her lip any harder she thought it might bleed. “So to answer your question…”

She bit back a whine when he took his fingers away, but could barely contain her sounds when they pushed her underwear to the side, running through the slick pooling from her.

“Mmnn, fuck!” She’d never felt like this before. “Yes. Yes! You’re the only one besides me to- to touch me. To make me cum.”

He smiled for the first time in front of her, a genuine smile, deviant, but it met his eyes- and they sparkled.

“Good.”

Levi began to tease her, rubbing his middle finger around her entrance, then up to her clit, then back again.

She groaned, tossing her head onto his shoulder. “A-aren’t you going to ans-swer mine n-now?” Her breathing was coming short, the ache between her legs now a burning flame.

“Look at me.” He said, and she did.

The moment his ring finger breached her entrance, she gasped, and he did so along with her, half in mockery and half in his own pleasure.

He pushed in until the last knuckle, wiggled it a bit, causing her to let a strangled yelp from her throat, but she released her breath when he slowly dragged it back out.

“To answer your question,” he was touching her entrance again, only this time two fingers stretched into her. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as hers went wide, her walls clutching him tightly, breath once again gone. “I enjoyed it so much I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

She keened, her face hot, legs trembling, mind reeling at this. And to think- she’d thought he didn’t mean what he’d said, that he didn’t enjoy the moment as she had.

She hadn’t even touched him yet, and he looked as if he was ready to burst. He started to pull and push his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, and she could feel herself clench around his digits.

Rae knew how to masturbate, and did so as often as she could to ease her stress. But one thing she had never done was finger herself.

Her fingers were just too short, too small. It never felt right, never worked, and so she wrote it off as a pointless act and continued with external stimulation from there on.

Levi’s fingers were not short, or small. He had reasonably large hands, his fingers long and elegant, hands delicate enough to write poetry and strong enough to knock someone’s teeth in.

Rae had never experienced this kind of beautiful stimulation, and Levi could tell.

She was a mess, scrunching her eyes closed and biting her lip with each thrust of his hand. She was dripping, and she knew it. She could feel her slick running down his fingers, covering the rest and most likely dripping into his palm.

“Don’t hold back those pretty noises, Cadet.”

She shook her head, continuing to swallow moans.

There was a pressure building somewhere inside her abdomen. It was small and unfamiliar, but provided a sense of urgency she didn’t understand how to act on.

“You can’t keep quiet forever,” Levi chided.

She hummed in the back of her throat as he continued thrusting his fingers inside her, and opened her eyes to glance at him.

Just like the night of her birthday, his eyes were waiting for her. Something in the steely grey darkened, a wicked sort of look crossed his face and she knew she was in trouble.

A yelp tore through her as he cocked his fingers inside her, poking at something inside her that made the pressure grow.

“AAah!” She couldn’t stop the half-screech she let loose as he continued fucking his digits into her, finishing his thrust with a quick ‘come hither’ motion, only to pull back and thrust again.

“There she is, good,” Levi smiled again, a devilish thing. “Good girl.”

His praise made her eyes nearly roll to the back of her skull.

“C-captain..”

He quickened his pace, his hand on her hip squeezing as they rolled with his thrusts. It was like her body was on autopilot, the urgency was growing with the pressure inside her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning anymore.

“Captain!” She grasped the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

He stared up at her like a starved man, eyes twinkling and breath ragged.

“Yeah,” he huffed.

“I… I-“ she was blabbering now, “somethings… happening- I don’t know-“

“Yes,” he hissed. “C’mon. Give it to me.”

The pressure grew and grew, quicker than it had before, and a mild panic took her.

“Levi!” She cried. “Please, I-“

“Cum for me.” He breathed to her lips, eyes wide with wonder.

And she did.

The pressure released, and waves of sharp pleasure rolled through her insides in quick succession. Her walls clenched and clenched around his fingers, and he slowed their pace, still prodding at that spot within her.

The pulses started to slow, and her mouth closed from it’s silent scream.

“Mmmm.” He took her lips into another kiss. “There you go, sweetheart, you take it so well.”

The pulsing slowed to a stop, and so did he.

“I…” Rae caught her breath. “What the…?”

Levi chuckled deeply in his throat. “Didn’t know you could do that, did you?”

“I… I don’t do that… what you did.” She said sheepishly.

“Oh?” He said. “So what,” he pulled his fingers from her hole, and quickly circled them on her clit with the lightest pressure. “You usually do this?”

“HaAh!” She jumped with the stimulation, body rocking forward, throwing her head to his shoulder.

He added pressure, whispering filthy encouragement in her ear.

You’re doing so well

So good for me

You came for me so quick last time, what’s taking so long?

C’mon sweetheart, give it to me.

This was a pressure she was familiar with, and when her heartbeat transferred itself to her clit as she came, she knew she would never replicate such a feeling on her own.

His fingers slowed, but didn’t stop, and her body jerked and twitched as he worked her through it, teasing her when he knew it was too much, gentle strokes leaving her whining and nearly drooling onto his shoulder.

He pulled her face back to his with his dry hand, kissing her long and deep. She moaned into the kiss, and felt his sharp exhale of contentment fan across her cheek through his nose.

Rae stared as he pulled back and brought the fingers that were inside her to his mouth, licking them clean in long, broad strokes of his tongue. Her walls clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh fuck.” She breathed.

‘Mmm.” He smirked after he pulled them from his mouth, bringing them towards her lips. “Here, have a taste.”

Her mouth eagerly opened for him, latching around his digits with light suction. She wasn’t dense, she knew he was imagining what her mouth would feel like elsewhere, but the faint taste of her own arousal mixed with his saliva was intoxicating.

She needed more.

It was her who rushed into the kiss this time, her tongue chasing his to obtain more of this new mixture of them, it was brighter there than on his fingers.

“Levi…” she breathed into his open mouth. She could feel his cock straining in his slacks, and she rubbed herself along it, reviling in the way his breath stuttered against her lips.

“Fuh-fuck,” his hands pushed her from him, her feet finding the soft of the rug again. “I can’t… just-“

“Just get these fucking off, now.” He nearly ripped her panties in his haste to get them off her body, her stumbling steps out of them were their only salvation.

Levi pulled her back onto him from the small of her back, the other hand working at freeing his cock from its restraints.

Rae suddenly felt nervous. She really hadn’t seen many penises, aside from sexual health diagrams and the harvest festival boy, but even the glimpse she got from his was disappointing to say the least. She wanted so badly to look down at him, despite her nerves. To see what she had been rubbing herself on, what had gotten her off 8 days prior.

She bit her lip and looked down, figuring she might as well get it over with before it entered her body.

She was almost disappointed at how not disappointed she was.

She could say with the utmost certainty, that despite never seeing any others, Levi Ackerman had the prettiest cock out of any man alive.

Were cocks even considered pretty?

Levi would later go on to tell her that, yes they could be perceived that way, and it wasn’t the first time his had been referred to as such.

It was darker along the shaft, but still that shade of pale that was so undoubtedly Levi. His tip flushed the perfect shade of pink as he gave a few short tugs to himself.

“Can I touch you?”

It seemed she would continue to surprise Levi, her boldness in the question, yes. But it was also the question itself; people rarely asked, just acted.

“Go head, pretty girl.” He murmured. He released himself, letting his length stand proud between their bodies.

She flushed at the praise once more, her head swimming with what was yet to come. Despite her bold question, her fingers timidly found their way around the smooth skin of his cock.

“You feel like velvet,” she whispered in awe.

He watched her as she looked down, experimenting with him gently. After running her fingertips along a prominent vein, she closed her fingers around him and gave a soft squeeze, earning an abnormal inhale from Levi, but nothing more.

The dark thing inside her pawed at its confines, ‘More.’ It demanded.

So Rae added pressure and jerked him slowly, always a quick learner, she followed the pattern he’d made when he’d touched himself briefly, down, then pull up with a little twist of the wrist, making sure to pull the foreskin over the head on the upstroke.

Around the fifth stroke, a small, deep sound rumbled in Levi’s throat, and after the 11th, he gripped her wrist to a halt.

“I need…” he hesitated. “I’m not going to last if you want to-“

She let him go, finding his worry rather endearing.

Levi’s voice was still husky and coarse, “that is, if you want to.”

She looked into his eyes, and found that he was genuine. If she really wanted to stop here, he’d do so. In his eyes she found a trust that took root, and she knew that it would grow and flourish into something strong and beautiful.

“Captain.” She said,

“Cadet,” he retorted.

“I want you.” It came out more breathy than she’d intended.

The deviance returned to her captain's face. “Where do you want me, Cadet?”

Her face grew hotter, whether from the excessive use of their titles, a burning reminder of how much she (and apparently he as well,) enjoyed the power imbalance, or the thought of telling the captain where she wanted him.

In my bed, forever.

Over me,

Under me,

In my hands,

Squeezed in my grip.

On my body,

Inside my mouth,

On the tip of my tongue

Inside me so completely I can’t think of anything else-

“Please,” she whined instead, loving the chase.

Levi loved a select number of things, Tea being an obvious choice, silence, the satisfying crunch of a bone breaking underfoot, there was even an open spot on the list, pulsing and twitching inside him at the way his heart felt right now, it was screaming ‘fill me’ louder than Rae’s eyes were.

However, If there was one thing Levi surely loved, it was the chase.

“I need you to tell me, Cadet.” He said. “Where?”

He pushed the tip of his cock through her soaking slit, nudging her clit. “Here?”

She cried out at the stimulation again, still buzzing from her earlier orgasms. “Fuck, Levi please.”

“Oh,” he grinned something akin to a wolf before striking its prey. “I see-“

He pushed his length down slightly, the head just resting against her entrance.

“-You want me here.”

She was stiff as a board, waiting for him to breach her, ready for the pain, the pleasure, for anything, really.

“Levi,” she whined.

“Cadet.”

She scowled at him the best she could. “Please, I need it.”

He tutted at her, “only good girls get cock, and you seem to be forgetting my title.”

The thing inside her snarled.

“The rules in my office will stay the same, Cadet, regardless of attire, or lack thereof.” He was really trying to get her now, and she had not come this far to be teasingly denied any longer.

“Say my name, Levi. It’s not ‘Cadet.’” She said,

He cocked his head mockingly. “Say my title, Cadet. It’s not that hard.”

Her eyes darkened, but he seemed to not take her seriously, chuckling a deep; “you are adorable, honestly, you rrrrr-“

Whatever he had left to say was cut short by her weight falling, and her silky walls swallowing his cock inch by inch as she sunk down on him. When the stretch ached, but didn’t burn, didn’t hurt, her confidence exploded.

“-rrrRae-“ he gasped against her lips as she held his head close, staring into his eyes as she sat until he bottomed out.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You’re so tight.”

She wriggled her hips slightly, pulling a moan from each of them.

“You’re so…” she lifted experimentally, crying out into the room as she came back down harder than intended. “…b-big.”

“Fuck.” Levi repeated, light and breathy, his head lolling against the back of the couch.

She looked down, the patch of neatly trimmed hair at his base was brushing against her own, they were so close.

He was inside her.

Levi was inside her and she was on top of him.

The dark thing inside her purred.

“Who’s adorable now?” She rocked forward, biting her lip to keep from shouting out how fucking amazing he felt.

His breath was loud and heavy, “R-Ra-eyy- hah-“ he stuttered quietly, his voice reaching an octave she’d never heard from him.

“Remind me again, Levi,” she emphasized her lack of manners with a particularly rough rock against him. “F-fuck. Remind me again, what is it that only good girls get?”

Her eyes rolled back as his hands squeezed her hips, almost guiding them as she moved.

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned. “Ha- fuck. I said only good girls get cock.”

He hissed as she circled her hips experimentally, “well, Levi. It looks like I’ve been very, hmn- oh fuck- very bad.” She moaned through it, attempting to keep her mocking tone straight.

“So why is it that I’m getting cock?” She slowed to a stop, and something in Levi snapped.

“You think this is getting cock, little girl?” The shock of entering her ebbed away, replaced by absolute pleasure, and lust filled rage; she wasn’t going to win so easily.

The game had only just begun.

“I’ll show you what getting cock feels like.”

Before she could process his words, his cock thrust its way into her, ripping a scream from her throat that he silenced with his fingers, all four shoved in, taking the sting from her bite as she tried to control her noises.

He fucked into her with reckless abandon, his mind reeling at the feeling of finally fucking her, finally feeling her pretty little cunt swallowing his cock. There was a twinge of disgust, the part of him that thought that he was filthy and perverted for enjoying fucking into her.

Another part of him was taking over, however. It was the part of him that yearned for physical touch, for connection, the part that begged him to give in.

He had a hard time saying no when someone begged.

Rae drooled around his fingers, her cries muffled, eyes rolling back into her head. She felt so full, it was like he was splitting her in two. Over and over his hips snapped to hers, hard and sharp, but she could tell he was holding something back.

She managed to wriggle his fingers from her mouth, her spit coating them and running down her chin.

“Please, Captain,” he groaned at her plea, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Please,” Rae whined again. “More, I can take it.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, “really? You think you can take it?”

She nodded, face still scrunched up in pleasure.

Levi grabbed her hips and threw her onto the plush of the old couch. The new emptiness inside her ached, and she wanted nothing more than for it to be filled once again.

He crawled over her, and she wanted to run her teeth along the muscles of his arms, to lick the light sheen from his collarbones. Rae wanted to worship this moment, this man above her with everything in her soul.

“I thought you were a smart girl, Rae?” He said.

“I-“ she stuttered. “I am!”

“Smart girls don’t ask for more than they can handle.”

I’ll make you eat those words, she wanted to say, but the moment his cock pushed into her, filling up all that empty, lonely space; her words escaped her.

Well- coherent words, that is.

“I- ahHha! Oh, nnn- ah!” He must’ve really thought her to be stupid now, she was babbling; releasing any and every noise at the way he was fucking into her with his hands beside her head and that dark look in his eyes, she was certain her face was displaying an amusing array of emotions.

Levi chuckled with a snap of his hips, “that enough for you?”

He was still holding back- she knew it. She wanted to rip into him and tear out that dark, filthy thing he let loose the night of her birthday.

She shook her head, loose hair falling out of her ponytail, and looked him hard in the eyes.

“Levi, give it to me.” She whispered.

He chewed on his lip for a moment before he took a deep breath. He leaned in close, and Rae shivered at his breath and the feeling of his cock shifting inside her.

“What’s your least favourite season?” He asked.

“Summer.” She said without hesitation.

He smiled a soft thing, amused by her eagerness to please him. “If you need to stop for any reason, you say summer.”

She was a little confused, why couldn’t she just say stop? If she couldn’t take it, she could just tell him right?

Levi’s eyes were twinkling as he watched the gears turn in Rae’s mind. When her eyes met his again, she stopped and stared, the last cog clicking into place.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Okay.”

Well, she did want the dark and filthy.

He smirked at her, “Good girl.”

He threw her legs over his shoulders, legs dangling as her calves rested on the delicious trapezius muscle connecting his neck and shoulder.

She squealed as he leaned forward, pushing at her thighs until her knees were nearly at her shoulders.

The angle pushed his cock so deep her left foot gave an involuntary kick upward as the little twinge of pain racked through her.

“Ahhhhh-“ but the pain quickly melted as he rolled his hips slowly, his cock just brushing the deepest points inside her. ”Oh, fuck, fuck.”

Levi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, but if her pleasure was anywhere near the feeling of her tight walls swallowing him up, tensing and twitching as they adjusted to him, he knew exactly how she felt.

“Here, sweet girl,” he guided her hands to the back of her knees, “hold yourself up.”

She did as she was told, gripping so hard she thought she might leave bruises of her own.

Levi leaned closer, drinking in the way she keened at the motion. He licked and nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her throat, whispering at her as he went.

“I want to cover you with my marks,” he said, sucking beneath her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right.”

She whined, pleading for him to do just that.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice came out all breathy this time, rolling hips as she clenched around him. “I’m going to ruin you, no one will ever compare.”

I don’t think anyone ever could. She tried to speak the words, but all that rolled off her saliva soaked tongue was a high pitched “please.”

“Just remember you asked for it,” he growled.

Her nails dug crescent moon shapes in the backs of her knees as he started his brutal pace. Her heels tap, tap, tapped against his shoulder blades with the motions.

With this new angle, it felt as if he was tearing through her very being, leaving pleasure and carnage in his wake. The velocity in which his hips snapped against hers was astounding, each thrust sending stars to her eyes and unflattering noises to her throat, which all came tumbling out when that new coil inside her twisted and burned.

“Such pretty noises…” Levi’s voice was strained but still laced with undeniable sin.

“You might want to keep it down though, little one,” he chuckled. “Do you want everyone to know you’re being a little slut for your captain?”

She could feel the way her body clenched around him. “oh, fuck.”

“Oh, does someone like that?” He asked. “Do you like when I call you out on what a little whore you’re being?”

His voice was so low, so deep. She couldn’t stop the arch in her back, the way her hands fumbled and pulled at the couch, desperate for something to hold her down so she wouldn’t float away.

She did like it, she loved it in fact, she loved the power he had over her, she loved this new side of him she’d never experienced. He was talkative, his focus solely on her. He was being…almost… sweet, too.

That was the unexpected part. The degradation, the dirty talk, the stamina she could’ve guessed. But the way his eyes sparkled when he looked down at her? The way he overlooked the sweat and the cursing and thrashing and just kept fucking into her, going and going until she-

“Captain,” she breathed, “captain- lev- levi-I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh?” His teeth ground into his bottom lip, keeping his own sounds from spilling onto her. “You think?”

His words were once again accompanied by harsh, deep thrusts that sent her keening, her fingers losing their grip on her legs, head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Ah, ahh!” She breathed, “Levi… it’s..”

He kept going, harder and harder, feeling his own coil tighten as her walls clenched around him.

“You are going to cum,” he whispered against her lips, kissing them softly. “And when you do, you’re going to tell me exactly whose cock is making you cum so hard.”

“Y-you-“ Rae stuttered, that tight pressure was pushing at her again, hot and intense and relentless as he fucked her.

“Who?” He teased.

“You! Y-your cock-“ her face scrunched, the pleasure screaming higher and higher, muddling her thoughts. “Your cock, Levi- C-cap-“

“Cum for me. Say it, c’mon.” He growled at her, thrusting harder still.

“Captain Levi!” She squealed, louder and higher in pitch than she intended, as her orgasm slammed through her.

It pulsed like before, only this time harder and tighter. Her walls fluttered around his cock, and it just kept going as he did, waves and waves of it ripping through her core.

She babbled as he fucked her through it, how it was his cock, his cock that was making her cum, cum so hard, so good, thank you captain, so hard.

“Fuck..” Levi was nearing his limit, the intensity of her orgasm pushing him towards his own. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

“I wanna feel it.” Rae whimpered.

Levi faltered, looking down at her lust blown features, feeling the heat from the panting breaths she released across his perspiring skin. It was almost enough to make him cum, almost.

“What?” He asked her, his thrusts slowing ever so slightly.

“Inside,” she whined. “I wanna feel it when you cum.”

“Fuck, Rae- you-“

“Please, Captain.” She moved her hands from her legs to his face, brushing aside a strand of hair with her fingertips. “Please cum inside me.”

It was the softness of the gesture, the smallness of her tone, and the plea itself that did him in. It hit him like a loose brick, slamming through his gut until he burst, his cock jumping inside her, pumping her full of him.

She gasped as she felt it, his warmth spilling inside her. He gave a few weaker thrusts to work himself through, relishing the breathy whines they pulled from Rae.

“Fuck…” he gave one last push before he pulled out completely, shifting back as he spread her thighs wide.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” He murmured to the room, not to her, as if entranced. “You took it so well.”

“It's warm…” she mumbled, giving a little ‘ah!’ When an aftershock pushed some of the sticky white out of her.

She jolted when he ran his fingers along her, scooping up what tried to escape.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “No messes on my furniture without permission.”

Rae’s stomach fluttered at his words, despite what had just transpired between them. Levi lifted his fingers, bringing them to her lips, and she opened obediently, licking and sucking his cum from them.

“Good girl.” He smiled softly. “Come here, give me a taste.”

She was confused for a moment, but it faded as soon as his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he kissed her so deeply she forgot to breathe.

She groaned into the kiss, the filthy nature of it set her face on fire, the heat creeping down to her ears and neck.

“Levi…” she whispered as he pulled from her. His eyes were filled with that open wonder again, like she hung the moon and stars, lit the night sky up just for him.

“We’ve much to discuss, but for now, we’d best get you clean.”

——

He cleaned her in his surprisingly deep soaker tub, rubbing her shoulders and washing her hair.

“If you tell anyone I was this soft on you, I’ll toss you from the wall.”

She’d giggled at that.

He’d told her about the kind of relationship he would like to explore with her; the rules and expectations and contracts, the give and take for the both of them. Levi was honest and open, and made sure Rae knew it was much more than some transactional thing.

“I take this very seriously,” he stated, his stony demeanor was back, save for a softness around his eyes. “We can start this slowly, cautiously, and at any point you would like out, you need only say so.”

“Levi,” she started, only to receive a firm stare.

“Captain,” he released his hold on her eyes as she continued. “I want this.”

She fiddled with a button on the loose shirt he’d given her to wear, “I want you.”

“Alright then, little dove,” he smirked. “But don’t say I didn't warn you.”

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