TPP
As I'm sure you all know, Levi loves to clean. He loves the outcome and he loves the praise he gets when everything. is. clean. He even has specific days of the week dedicated to certain spots that need to be cleaned. His favorite is living room day, because it doesn't include chemicals but it does include candles. He loves candles. But there's always a day he dreads the most, Thursday. This is because Thursday, is laundry day.
In his eyes, laundry is the devil of cleaning. Most people hate dishes or vacuuming. But Levi? He has a burning hatred for laundry. Why, you ask? Because Erwin just had to be a little bitch and get the weirdest washing machine to EVER exist. You see--most washing machines are fucking normal and have the door on the front. BUT NO!! Erwin just HAD to get the washing machine with the door on the GODDAMN TOP.
(i think he's still mad about my washing machine guys -spruce, editing.)
Erwins' washer has its opening on the very top. This is a problem because Levi is, well...vertically challenged.
He grumpily grabbed a stool to get the last few clothes at the bottom of the washer. He bent over and reached, but the clothes barely grazed his finger tips. He tetered forward on the stool and leaned further into the washer, one hand reaching for the pile of clothes and the other keeping him from falling inside. His toes lifted from the stool just as he managed to grab the last sock at the very bottom. He held the pile of clothes to his chest and he felt around for the stool with his foot. But of course, this is a cliche fanfic and he kicked it to the ground by accident.
"Son of a bitch." He groaned as the metal stool made a loud clank against the tiles.
Erwin walked into the laundry room moments later, drawn in by the noise. Levi heard him snicker and rolled his eyes. He almost said 'whats so fucking funny, asshole?' but he knew that would result in Erwin not helping him out, so he held his tongue.
"Need help, dear?" Levi gritted his teeth to prevent himself from insulting Erwin.
"Yes. Please." He replied in the nicest tone he could muster.
He gasped when he felt Erwins' large hands carressing his ass. He cursed himself for wearing shorts and rolled his eyes. Erwin slipped his hands through the washing machine and wrapped his fingers on the waist line of Levi's shorts. His shorts were tugged down and fell to his ankles. Then they fell to the floor because Levi's feet were not connected to the ground.
Levi heard a pop and craned his neck to try and see what Erwin was doing, to no avail. He moaned out loud as he felt a finger enter him unexpectedly. He realized the pop he heard was a lube cap, and then he wondered why the hell Erwin had lube on him as if he were expecting this to happen. Erwin had two fingers in him now and was prodding deep, curling and twisting his fingers just to get a rise out of Levi.
Levi could feel his muscles wanting to relax and just let Erwin manhandle him, but he held the clothes tight to his chest anyway. He waited until he added a third finger to start feeling around for Levi's prostate, chuckling as Levi let out a loud mewl once he did. He knew Levi was going to beat his ass for this when he got out but he didn't care.
He finally pulled his fingers out with a long drag, beginning to pour lube on his cock and Levi's hole. Levi shuddered at the cold liquid and whimpered in anticipation. Erwin rubbed his tip in circles on Levi's puckered hole, laughing when Levi kicked the washer impatiently. He slowly edged in, inch by torturous inch. Levi's eyes rolled back for a moment but he quickly recovered his vision and bit his lip. Erwin stayed still for a second, allowing Levi's warmth to accept him. He finally pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. Levi nearly screamed at the force and dropped the pile of clothes back to the depths of the washer.
"Unnnhhh...Erwin fuuuuckk.." He moaned as Erwin continued his deep and powerful strokes. His stomach twisted pleasantly as Erwin began muttering praises.
"Oh...yes...Erwin please.." He groans as Erwin smacks his ass and fondles it in his hand.
There was a wet spot on his shirt from the clothes and it stuck uncomfortably to his chest. He reached up to his nipple and rubbed the wet cloth against it. He mumbled a mantra of his lovers name in a string of curses. Erwin groaned as he dug his finger tips into Levi's bruised hips. There were loud, wet noises filling the room as Erwin pounded Levi mercilessly. Levi's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his legs began shaking uncontrollably. There was a stir in the pit of his stomach and he knew he was close. Erwin slammed into his prostate teasingly. He smirked to himself as Levi began to scream at him, calling him a dirty pig for teasing him when he's already on edge.
Levi twitched as his orgasm racked over him, sending him into pure bliss. He never knew having sex in a washer would turn him on so much. When he recovered from his high, he caught glimpse of his cum on the clothes and nearly blew smoke out of his ears from anger. Right when he was about to yell at Erwin, he came inside of him--directly on his prostate. Levi banged he fist against the side of the washer and let out a stifled cry. His legs vibrated and his vision blurred for a moment.
Erwin wrapped his arms underneath Levi and lifted him out of the washer. Levi panted and his swolen lip quivered in pure shock. Erwin restarted the washer before kissing Levi lovingly while leading him to the bathroom.
"If...I wasn't....so drained.....I'd have ripped your dick off by now." Levi threatened dryly as Erwin started a quick bath.
"I love you too." Erwin murmured against his lips before kissing him again.
