soft sex or rough sex??? which is your favorite 🫢🫢?
Warning: this might be slightly triggering for a few people. I'm warning you ahead of time, this could either make you sad or disgust you gravely.
As a teenager, 18 year old Levi was used to being taken advantage of. Not like, non-consensual sex but men taking advantage of his stupidity. He was used to hearing the sentences,
"You'll like it sooner or later"
"You're gonna get HIV one day, so why use a condom?"
In the 1900's, HIV/AIDS was very common amongst gay men. Levi hated having sex without a condom, he didn't want to live with the possibility of AIDS. But men didn't care. Especially men his age. And they were rough, they sucked at preparing and he never actually felt the experience of love-making. He'd never had a boyfriend either. Any man he ever slept with were usually friends with benefits.
But this man, no. He's different. Levi could feel it. This man loves Levi. Worships him, even. He loved this man. And he knows he'll never forget him, even when he dies.
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When Levi was 18, he worked at a small bakery. His manager was a perv, yeah, but the pay was unbelievable. He had just graduated highschool and was finally an adult. He'd been working this job since 15, and dreaded the day he turned 18. This was strictly because of his manager.
He knew that man was waiting for Levi to turn 18 so he could fulfil all his disgusting fantasies with him, and it wouldn't be illegal. Levi was uncomfortable whenever his manager came around, breathing on the back of Levis' neck and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Years ago
Levi was called down to the managers office. He stood in front of the mahogany wood the door was made of and gulped. He didn't want to go in here, but he cant afford to lose this job either. He walked in and stared at the man before him in his black, office chair.
"Levi, please come sit."
"There...are no chairs." Levi choked out, dreading the worse.
"Oh? That's too bad. You can sit here then." The man smirked, patting his lap.
Levi swallowed and resisted the urge to cry. He sat on his managers lap and jolted as his felt hands reach to his thighs.
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Levi yanked his pants back up and wiped his tears. He left the office and locked the door before his manager could wake up. The lazy slob fell asleep after he finished, and Levis' back hurt terribly. His ass was burning. He just wanted to go home to see Erwin and that big fluffy dog that always cheers him up.
He ran into the bathroom and let the tears fall. His hands gripped the sink as he stared into the mirror, face twisted in disgust. But he couldn't do anything. He consented, he allowed the man to touch him. He just didn't like it. He knew he'd get fired if he protested, but that doesn't matter. Police don't care. As long as he consents its his own damn fault.
The employee bathroom door opened and he swiftly turned around. It was Moblit. Levi wiped his tears quickly and attempted to make himself look presentable. Then he broke down at how pathetic he seemed.
"Come here, kid." Moblit spoke softly.
Moblit had a way with words. He had a lovely tone to his voice, like a sweet grandmother who always makes sure you're eating well at Thanksgiving. Or bake cookies for you everytime you come over.
Levi practically ran into Moblits' arms, sobbing and clutching the back of his shirt in his hands. Moblit and Hanji were the only ones who knew what would happen between Levi and the manager whenever he was called down.
