trapped in honolulu | a. levi

fear | part 2

WARNING; mature content ahead

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"... it make's me think thing's i can't say out loud."

oh, i see now.

"i understand. so what you're saying is... you wanna fuck me?" i smirked at him. i felt his hand's tense on my arm's before he let go and sighed. "it's okay, i wouldn't mind."

"the hell is wrong with you?!" he rolled his eye's, clear annoyance in his voice. he turned around in attempt to walk away before i grabbed him by his shoulder, causing him to stop.

"you're not denying it," i smirked. i traced my finger from up his shoulder to the side of his neck, rotating tiny pattern's along his soft skin. "now, tell me. what are you thinking, mr. ackerman?"

i began to tease him, and i could tell he was starting to get frustrated. this was all too amusing to me.

he was still facing away from me with his hand's balled into fist's at his side's. "i'll have to speak with hange and petra about your punishment. you ca-"

"aht, aht. you didn't answer my question, levi." i pinched the side of his neck slightly with my finger's which made him jolt a bit. "why do you need to address my punishment with hange and... petra? you could give me it right here. isn't that what im here for?."

silence began to fill the air. i patiently waited for his response for about 5 minute's, or what felt like 2 hour's. my hand was still at the side of his neck, gently tracing tiny circles around his pulse with the tip of my index finger. the tension in the room grew rapidly by each second.

"sit down." his voice was suddenly demanding, dark even. his shift of tone caught me completely off gaurd. "sofa or bed. sit down."

huh?

i pulled my hand away from his neck in confusion. "w-what?

"do i need to repeat myself?." his body was still facing away from me, though he slightly turned his head to the side as he waited for me to do as i was told. i hesitantly obliged, making my way over to the end of the bed before plopping down onto it slowly. my hand's rested on the comforter at my side's as i crossed my leg's.

he hadn't said anything other than that. instead, he headed into his bathroom. i could hear stuff shuffling around, making my confusion grow even more.

what the hell is he doi-

"do you trust me, y/n?" he suddenly called out from the bathroom. the shuffling noise stopped.

"y-yeah...? what're you doing?" i nervously chuckled, not even bothering to turn back around. i started to hear light footsteps from behind me, making my heart beat increase. eventually, he stood infront of me from where i was on the bed, holding up an... electric toothbrush? the fuck?

"breath stank?" i grinned, adding humor into the situation.

he only chuckled, which made me realize there was definitely something up with him. usually, he'd call me a brat and tell me off for joking around in a situation like this, yet he did nothing of the sort.