Intrigued [L. Ackerman x Reader x Eren]

Chapter 19: The Mustang

TW: Car sex, oral sex.

Also, below are some songs that I listened to while I wrote. They will put you in the mood!

1. Night Drive- HENRY
2. Eleven ft Summer Walker- Khalid
3. Voyeur Girl- Stephen

Levi's hands grabbed your waist, gently traveling up your shirt, lightly dragging his fingertips across your skin. You sank your hips lower into his lap. "Levi, I thought you didn't want this to happen again...I don't want you regretting this..." you breathed heavily as he began to lightly kiss your neck. He whispered slowly into your neck, his warm breath sending chills up your spine. "I only want one thing right now, and that's you to shut up and be wrapped around me begging for more." He pulled your arms behind your back, and ripped off his leather jacket you were wearing. He threw it behind him onto the back seat. You watched him hungrily run his hands under your shirt again, beginning to fidget with the hem of your shirt and bring it over your head. His mouth moved around your chest and neck. His tongue trailed in between kisses against your skin. You sat still, straddling his lap in the drivers seat. Your back gently leaned against the wheel, feeling the cool leather hit the now exposed skin of your back.

You arched your back slightly, allowing your black bra straps to fall down off your shoulders. Levi looked up at you, his eyes not leaving yours. "Do you want this?" His fingers trailed along your spine, giving you goosebumps as he follows his fingers up to your bra hooks. You nodded. "Sorry, I don't think I heard you." He pulled your ass closer, your face now leaning over his head. You could feel his warm breath against your chest. "Yes. Levi. Yes. I want this." You quickly spoke. Levi's fingers met behind your back at your bra, wrestling with the hooks. You felt the pressure of the bra release, the clasps unhooking and falling off your body. Your bra wrapped itself around the steering wheel as it fell. Levi's hands fell from the middle of your back and rested on your ass as you straddled him. You awaited for his command of what you were to do next.

"I knew you were submissive the first day I met you. Such a people pleaser. Will you please me tonight, Y/N?" Levi seductively spoke as his half-lidded eyes look up at you. You shifted your hips to where you could see his face better. His face was intoxicated with lust. You smirked, wanting to feed into his hunger. "I'll do anything for you, Captain." You whispered as you leaned down beside his ear. Levi groaned in response. You leaned back and began to unbutton Levi's shirt. This was only the third time you've seen his body, but every time felt like the first time. You placed your hands around either side of his neck gently. Levi leaned his head back against the seat to look into your eyes. They were still hungry, but softer. You leaned in slowly, feeling the slight change. He watched you intently, beginning to look at your lips. You bit your bottom lip slightly before you gently brush your lips against his.

"Don't tease me. You'll be punished." He angrily talked into your mouth as your lips parted as you pressed into him. Heat traveled up your body in response. Your lips matched his, your tongue moving into his mouth and licking the inside of his teeth. His hands that were still resting on your ass squeezed, moving and feeling every inch of them. You pulled your tongue back and stayed close but pulled out of the kiss to be able to speak. "What if I want you to punish me, Captain?" You quickly moved back into the kiss, lightly biting and pulling Levi's bottom lip. He moaned in response. Levi moved one of his hands to your breast, gently kneading it with his fingers. You let one of your hands stay around his neck while the other trailed from his neck, down his chest, across every abdominal muscle, and stop at the button of his jeans. Levi's body tensed up with anticipation. Your eyes were closed, enjoying the complete sensation of just touching him. Levi pulled out of the kiss and nibbled at your earlobe before beginning to suck on spots on your neck. The thought of him marking you began to get you even wetter than you already were.