Your Mine (Levi Ackerman x reader)

Chapter 4

"You're welcome to make yourself at home," he pointed at his bed. Oh my god, this is happening. "I'm just going to be a minute," he said and pointed at his bathroom door.

He left you in his bedroom to begin undressing. You took him leaving his door open as a sort of invitation and leaned in the doorway.

He was facing away from you as he unbuttoned his top. What you didn't notice is that he could see you through the mirror in front of him. He couldn't help but notice how you wanted a show and decided to give you one.

He slowed down, taking his time. As he finished unbuttoning, he slowly uncovered his shoulders and let the shirt drop to the floor on its own. The light above him showcased his strong frame with shadows decorating his body. His back was wide and his shoulders were toned. He was covered in scars from a life-time of surviving. All you wanted to do was kiss them.

Through the mirror, you looked at his abs and imagined what they'd look like flexing if you were to go down on him. Your eyes travelled to his pecs. You imagined yourself biting his chest as he fucked you senseless. Then his neck. You just wanted to bury your face into it and smell him. You were picking up on his pheromones and wanted so badly to get closer.

"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to stare?" He asked, waiting for you to make eye contact with him through the mirror. A part of you felt you should be embarrassed for ogling Levi like he was a piece of meat and getting caught. But you didn't care. You walked up to him, "Throwing that back in my face, huh?"

You wrapped your arms around him, hands on his chest, tracing close-by scars, "I don't really care that I'm being rude. Are you bothered by it?"

Enjoying his view of your arms around his torso, he joked, "I'm more than my looks, you know."

You joked back with a wink, "Are you though?"

He scoffed with a smile. You loved when he didn't have a comeback.
"Can I join you in the shower?" You asked. Your eyes travelled back down to his bottoms. His bulge grew, you had an idea of what you were working with but you wanted to see it uncovered. He turned to face you and said, "Yes, turn around first." You turned to the side, you still wanted a view.

He wrapped his arms around you this time unbuttoning your shirt. You could feel the heat radiating off his hands. They hovered over your heart, unbuttoning, careful not to touch your breasts. They ached to be grabbed by his hands.

He moved slowly down to the last button then brought his hands back up again. One hand found its way in your hair, rubbing your scalp and eventually pulling on it, forcing you to expose your neck. His other hand started on your collarbone, bringing your top back, exposing your shoulder.

The combination of the cold bathroom and Levi's hot breath on your neck made your nipples harden. He couldn't help but notice you weren't wearing a bra and reveled at exposing your breasts like they were gifts to be unwrapped. Your breath started to pick up.

You saw your reflection over your shoulder. Your eyes dilated, your breasts exposed, Levi's hands sliding over your torso, his mouth still holding onto the nape of your neck for dear life.

In this moment you felt all powerful. You didn't have to imagine what he looked like losing self-control. You were seeing it unfold and you wanted more. "Start the shower," you commanded.

Hot water streamed down both of you. You spent some time staring at each other, memorizing the curves and lines on your bodies. You could tell that he liked to lead usually, but at this point he wanted you to take control.

You grabbed his loofah and added soap. Once you developed a lather, you started the loofah at his neck then moved to his pecs, stomach, arms and so on until all that was left to be cleaned was his junk.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you," you say looking deep into his eyes. He half rolled his eyes, "I want you to touch me."