In Another Life | Levi x Reader/OC

Blood

Eren woke up the next day.

Immediately, Hange informed him of what transpired the day before during the experiments, and Levi expressed his disappointment surrounding the situation. The situation was shitty; Eren couldn't harden his titan which meant the plan to take back Wall Maria was sounding more and more impossible.

Levi was undoubtedly pessimistic about the situation to which Hange tried to see the good in it, mentioning how they discovered the amount of time Eren could last when he consecutively transformed as well as his versatility and limitations. Nevertheless, Levi couldn't help but feel uneasy about the situation, knowing this was their only hope.

He felt angsty and restless the rest of the day, concerned for the mission, but also finding himself thinking about what happened the night prior.

Head angled up towards the ceiling, Levi continued to ponder throughout the night in his room, sitting on his chair. He never needed to occupy the room, seeing as he never really rested on the bed, but tonight he needed his privacy.

Especially tonight.

And it was all because of you.

Your face was still vivid in his mind; the beautiful mess you became under his fingers.

Yeah, he got carried away, but it was just too fucking amusing not to watch.

You were the most hard-headed, disrespectful, non-compliant soldier he ever had to deal with the moment you stepped foot in his presence, and somehow, getting you aroused was the only way for you to be obedient. He had you saying shit he never thought would ever leave your mouth.

He only intended to intimidate you, irked by your provocative nature, but once he understood the root of your apprehension, he became intrigued. He wanted you to feel the same way he did that day in the forest, and damn did he succeed.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, absorbing all of the noises, motions, and expressions you'd make. He wanted to make sure he was doing it right, evaluating what movements would elicit certain reactions from you. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous in the slightest, seeing as he had never done any of that before. Your moaning and blissful expressions were what allowed him to grow in confidence - an assurance that he was the cause of your pleasure.

There was so much more he wanted to do to you, but his nerves didn't permit him. Your reactions to just his fingers already seemed overwhelming and euphoric to you, and he was not sure if you would have been able to handle anything else.

But shit, he wanted to kiss you again, to trail his lips down to your neck and suck. He wanted to taste your arousal, tasting the wetness he caused - to feel you squirm while he held onto your thighs and had your hands tug at his hair.

He still remembered the way his name rolled off your tongue when you came. He had to let go of his pride a little by telling you to say it, but he needed to hear it - he wanted to hear you say his name out loud so he knew it was him that helped you reach that ecstasy.

Shit, he was so sure he would have fucked you right there if you pleaded for it.

What the fuck am I thinking?

He exhaled slowly. Never in his life did he think he'd be so infatuated with a woman before, let alone you - the person he couldn't stand in the beginning.

He tried to pretend none of it happened, trying to get rid of his desire for you; he tried to set boundaries, keeping your relationship professional and friendly.

Then you had to open your mouth and provoke him, and he gave in to the attraction.

Levi tilted his head down, glaring down at the painful bulge pressed up in his pants. He placed a hand down on his crotch in contemplation, wondering if it would be okay to relieve himself.