𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂, levi ackerman 18+

Hate-Sex

You clenched your jaw, your mind bubbling with different emotions: you felt enraged by Levi's actions, and, guilty that Onyankopon had been deceived.

"Captain," You turned your face away from him, too angered to look Levi in the eye: "You're not allowed to get jealous over me. Especially, since you haven't spoken to me in over a month."

Levi rolled his steel-coloured eyes, "I'm not jealous of Onyankopon, believe me."

"Then, why would you lie?" Your voice raised in frustration.

Your agitated yell was immediately met with Levi shushing you down, reminding you that soldiers outside of the closet could hear if you got too 'emotional' and raised your voice. Yet, his words only brought more fury to you.

"I hate you." You whispered harshly, inching closer towards the older man: "I hate how you're so confusing; I hate how you think you're better than everyone else; I genuinely, truly, despise you."

You glanced down at levi's soft lips, able to see them curl downwards into a sultry frown. Levi shook his head dismissively; his body heat radiating onto you whilst the closet began to grow hotter by the second.

Bitterly frowning at you, Levi tutted: "The feeling is mutual, don't worry." You could feel his breaths against your lips as he spoke.

He wore the same cologne as the last time you had been intimate together - you noticed the appealing aroma almost immediately. His cologne had a tinge of vanilla that was laden with spice; the smell was sharp and erotic, making your mind became drunk with lust. You inhaled slower, deeper, driving yourself further into a sense of confusion.

Your gaze drifted down from his eyes, slowly becoming glued onto his lips as more memories began to flood back to you. The taste of his lips and tongue; the feeling of his cold skin; the safety you felt whilst he handled your body.

The oxygen began to thicken.

Realising where your thoughts were beginning to travel to, you guiltily whispered to yourself: "I'm a terrible person."

"So am I," Levi leaned closer towards you, parting his supple lips to suggest: "Why don't we be terrible together?"

Without thinking twice, you laced your fingertips around the sharp jawline of Levi Ackerman. You pulled his face in close, then melted your lips against his. Your fingers swiftly trickled down his neck, entwining with the collar of his shirt to roughly pull him closer to you. Adrenaline coursed through your veins.

Levi didn't kiss you back at first: surprise had taken over his body as he realised that you had just kissed him. However, after a moment, you felt his lips reciprocate your kiss. His thin, ebony brows were tightly knitted together with a puckered forehead; frustration was painted on his pretty face. His tongue explored your mouth, savouring your taste.

You hated Levi, but, you hated yourself even more for being so weak to him.

His large hands grabbed your hips aggressively, pulling you against him by the fabric of your shirt. Your fingers dug into his neck whilst you held him by his collar: they left crimson imprints in his pale skin.

You both felt angry; you were both filled a deadly combination of hatred and desire.

"I hate you, Levi." You mumbled insults in between kisses, despite holding him tightly so that he couldn't leave your embrace, "You're such a prick."