That night with Levi relieved a lot of my worries. We sit next to each other in front of his desk, drinking tea and having a normal conversation like a fight never even happened.
"When I came back I caught Sasha stealing some bread," I tell him, fidgeting with my cup nervously. I expect him to go back to his pissed off state, but, instead, he chuckles.
Levi's eyes glide over to my legs after a few minutes.
"You should've told me you got injured earlier, I wouldn't have touched you," he says.
I set my cup down gently. "It wasn't that bad of a fall," I lie and turn my body to face his. Levi's staring down at his warm drink.
"(Y/n), I don't want to argue with you. Watching Erwin die in front of me made me realize anything could happen at any moment. Tomorrow's voyage to Marley could be our last mission-"
"Levi, stop it," I interrupt. His eyes widen, for he's not used to being commanded by a cadet. "We're going to make it out alive, I swear to you."
"Can you let me finish, brat?" he snaps. I close my mouth and let him continue. Levi sighs and leans back in his seat. "What I'm saying is, I don't want to spend what could possibly be our last moments together as two separate people." He grabs my hand, holding it gently. "I want you in my life forever from now on. So I want to ask you, if we make it back alive, will you consider me being your fiance?"
My heart stops beating. My head pounds as it processes the words that slipped from his tongue.
"Ma-ma-ma-ma..." I stutter for what seems like an eternity, until he hits the back of my head.
I sit there in disbelief.
Never in my years would I have imagined myself in a dress at an atler. Or being proposed to for that matter. But, looking at Levi, I can see my whole future easily.
In his bright orbs I see the happiness of me becoming his wife.
But what do mine show? What emotion am I displaying?
"(Y/n)-"
I lunge forward and wrap my arms around him.
"Yes," I respond, "I want to get married to you. I want my future to have you in it." I lean away from him immediately after. "Now you have to promise me you'll make it out alive."
"Tch. You're the one who keeps getting hurt," Levi backfires.
I kiss him passionately and straddle his lap. I melt into his body, the air between us getting hotter and thicker as our kisses turn into an aggressive fight with our tongues.
He holds me up by my thighs and carries me to the bed. Once there, he pins me down and unbuttons his shirt. I shudder a little, knowing what he wants:
Me.
I send him timy signals to make him aware that I want this. I can tell by the way he strips me that he's making sure I'm comfortable.
"I'll go slow," Levi whispers.
He puts the tip of his member against my womanhood, and slowly enters me.
I let out a small whimper, adjusting myself as the rest of him pushes inside.
Levi let's out a breath of relief. The overwhelming pleasure that takes me over makes my body beg for more.
His thrusts start off gentle, but the more he continues, the more pleasure consumes us both.
We climax together in a sweet, intense way: with his lips pressed against mine, my whole body trembling against his. I don't ever want this magical feeling to end.
We lay in each other's arms for the remainder of the night, basking in the warmth.
The last thing I feel is Levi's tender kiss on my forehead. And then I doze off to sleep in my lover's embrace.
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Humanities Outcast (Levi x Female Reader)
Romantik(Y/n) comes from a generation of criminals. She doesn't need someone to pick her up when she falls. Or so she used to think before she met Captain Levi Ackerman.
