𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂, levi ackerman 18+

Aftercare

You opened the door to your bedroom; you were immediately met with a smiling Hange Zoë who had agreed to meet you there earlier that day.

Discussing pointless topics, you wandered towards your bed and got comfortable beside them. However, your soft smile was immediately met with a look of concern.

"Y/N." Hange muttered whilst filtering their head, pressing their fingertips against your cheek.

"What?"

"You look so tired," Hange leaned slightly closer, platonically caressing their thumb against your flushed skin: "Oh, please don't tell me that Levi has been forcing you to clean his office."

You rose your brow, however, did not respond.

Shaking their head in disappointment, Hange tutted: "I did warn him not to; Levi used to force your younger brother, too, to clean his office constantly. Once, he made Eren clean the entire barracks as a punishment."

You weren't quite sure how to respond: 'Actually, no; your best friend was just fucking me in a supply closet down the hallway. Good guess, though.'

Whilst nervously laughing, you narrowed your gaze onto your fidgeting fingers: "He's been making me work hard, that's certain."

You uncomfortably rose up from your bed, deciding to change into different clothes to distract yourself from what had occurred between you and Levi.

THIRTY MINUTES PRIOR,

Levi's head hung against the crook of your shoulder blade. He was breathlessly panting against your bare, shirtless skin whilst you ran your fingers through his ebony locks: tracing patterns in his undercut. Levi's black hair had become messy; you glided your fingers through each strand to fix his appearance.

You both had completely lost track of the time; neither of you wanted to move.

After a while, he finally removed his hands from your body. Levi steadily began to redress himself, his knees weakly shaking whilst lifting his boxers from the cold ground. His pearly teeth tightly clamped together whilst he pulled his breaths over his sensitive shaft.

Whilst buttoning up his shirt, Levi winced once more. He arched his arm to reach his shoulder, tracing his fingers up to his nape.

"You left scratches all over me," Glaring at you, Levi hissed: beginning to pick your skirt up from the floor and helping you redress yourself, "They're painful, too."

You defensively furrowed your brows: "It's not like you haven't left marks on me, too. I can feel the hickeys all over my shoulders and neck."

Noticing that he had torn your shirt to an unfixable extent, Levi lifted up his jacket and slowly wrapped it around your shoulders; he helped you place your arms into the sleeves of his favourite jacket, then, began to slowly button up each hole.

"Good." Levi smirked, his eyes locked onto the buttons that he was carefully putting through each hole: "Onyankopon won't want you once he sees that you've already got marks from someone else. It looks as though I've done my job."

"You're such a piece of shit." You snapped bitterly.

"Bite me."

"I already have."

His expression eased slightly whilst he finished buttoning up his jacket. Despite finding yourself aggravated by Levi Ackerman so often: you enjoyed being taken care of by him. Even the small gesture of helping you redress made you feel a genuine tinge of happiness.