Levi Ackerman One-Shots

Drabble ~ Tease

We hit 400 followers on Tumbr!! 🤎 As promised, a scenario in which Levi has to continually put up with reader's bratty teasing until he just cant take it anymore-
I'm trying out some light smut here for the first time :3  key word light, don't judge!
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Slight nsfw
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One thing Levi Ackerman never expected to enjoy was what he would commonly refer to as 'mushy sappy shit'.

And yet here he was, shooting you a look across the room from where you both sat; his brows drawn up and his lower lip slightly pouted as he gave you what you adoringly called his 'needy eyes'.

"Y/N?" He tried again, wondering for the nth time if this was what it would take you to come across the room to him, if he dared to speak your name so softly.

" 'Y/N'...what?" You'd teasingly chuckle in response. Oh, how you loved to tease him so, if only to watch the way his usual scowl turned into a grumpy pout. He'd rather die than have anyone else see an exchange such as this one, but when it was just the two of you, he'd let your bratty behavior slide in favor of the warmth you would inevitably provide him after you tired of your game.

So he sat patiently, even scooting his chair slightly towards an angle, as though to silently make his pleas for contact more feasible in your eyes.

And goddamnit, how it worked nearly every time. But today, you decided you'd rather have him ask a little nicer before giving in.

"How am I to know just what it is you want, if you won't directly ask it?" You tried again, biting your lip to hold back a giggle bubbling in your throat. Levi scowled, casting his eyes downward.

If he had to play dirty to get his way, then so be it.

"Y/N, baby...come sit on my lap, please?" He rasped out, shooting you his most convincing look through inky bangs.

It was uncharacteristic, the way he was behaving. But even more so was your reactions; thighs squeezing a little tighter together on the sofa and a soft breath caught in your throat in place of the giggle that had since been smothered out.

Feeling your face tingle with what you could only assume was an inevitable blush, you attempted to clear your throat.

"Sit...sit on your l-lap?" You nearly choked getting the words out of your suddenly dry mouth. In response he only loosed a tired breath before shoving back his chair from his desk to take a stand.

"Fine, have it your way." He mumbled, stalking across the room towards you. As he approached, you subconsciously scooted back on the couch's plush seat and held your breath.

"You've had your fun; an hour's worth, as I recall. And I've had to sit there and just endure it. Do you know what that does to me?" He snorted a barley there chuckle, looking deeply into your eyes as he leaned against the couch towards your face.

"All I wanted was you to sit with me. Maybe get a kiss, if I were lucky. But I think enough is enough; don't you, darling?" His tone dropped an octave, husky tone shaking you to the core.

"I-"

"No, sweetheart. You can be quiet now. You've won, after all. But...I'll be taking the prize this time."

His breathe tickled your neck, nudging your chin to the side with his forehead to allow him further access to the sensitive skin there. Your hands instinctively searched for his, but didn't make the grasp in time before his slender fingers were already making their way up either side of your thighs towards the loosely tied string keeping your lounge pants up at the waist.

"Levi-" You gasped out, finding your voice was all but gone.

He groaned softly, lips sucking tenderly at your pulse point.

"Hush, love," He whispered against your throat, the need in his tone unmistakable.

"Just relax. Relax for me."

Loosening the cravat around his neck, he looses a shaky sigh as his breaths drew in shakier and his lips eagerly made the short journey from your neck towards your jaw, only stopping to worship it for a moment before continuing on.

Oh, how had the roles of your long played game suddenly turned on you. Now it was him, teasing you with barley there kisses along your cheeks, kissing antagonistically close to your lips but never touching. Meanwhile, you couldn't help your thighs but to squirm against the feather light touches from the pads of his fingers. Before you knew it, the string had come undone from your waistline and fell across your thighs, shortly followed by the thin material of your lounge pant's waistband.

A broken, shuddery gasp slipped past your lips unbidden, the moment those same tantalizing fingers ghosted over the even thinner material of your briefs, making your hips flinch against the pressure.

You were only briefly distracted by the dry chuckle resonating from Levi's parted lips now hovering over your own, drawing your attention to the way he panted above your figure with barely contained desire.

"You've teased me for weeks. Now it's my turn darling, so sit back and take it."