The days leading up to Valentine's are uneventful yet healing.
You find that staying physically active is the key to improving your overall mental health.
Jogging around the city, meditating, and yoga are just a few of the activities you start doing each morning.
Sticking to a routine boosts your dopamine and you start to feel as though you don't need your medication anymore.
However, you still take them, remembering the time you spent with Erwin and that particular look he had on his face in the bathroom.
The night before the big day you scroll through your contacts to see if you still have Erwin's number saved.
It's midnight and you know that this may not be the healthiest thing to do but you can't help your burning curiosity.
You squint your eyes as the light from your phone illuminates your freshly washed face and silk pillows.
You don't have many contacts so it doesn't take you long to reach the bottom of the list.
There he is.
You squirm and suppress a small smile, but then you remember the journey of self-care that you are on and turn your phone off.
The room is still and hollow.
The stimulating hum of the internet is gone and now you have to face yourself and your intentions.
What is your goal Y/N?
There is a brief moment of contemplation as you stare at the phone on your chest.
What do you want from Erwin?
You pick your phone back up and turn the screen on.
He's happy with somebody else.
You scroll down to his contact and click on it to view the messages the two of you sent when you were dating and in love.
He's in love with sweet Maria.
Your body begins to burn up as you read the texts, some are wholesome and others not so much.
She will be his Valentine's this year.
You blush when you find a long thread in which Erwin describes what he wants to do with you in the janitor's closet.
He fucks Maria now.
Shamelessly, you continue to read each word in uncomfortable silence, your panties clinging to your wetness.
You reach down and start to touch yourself as you imagine Erwin's voice whispering these sinful words in your ear.
Slipping your fingers underneath your knickers you push two fingers in and gasp as Erwin fucks you against the concrete wall.
The mop beside you clatters to the floor and the two of you quickly look to see if anyone is outside the door.
Your vagina is aching for him and your mouth is careless.
"Fuck! Keep going Erw-"
You stop fingering yourself immediately, staring at the phone screen until it darkens before turning off.
Your heavy breathing has slightly fogged up the screen but you can still see your reflection.
Sweat leaves your face with an unappealing sheen and your lips are dry from breathing with your mouth open in delectation.
You breathe out and take your defiled hand out from under the covers.
Strings of discharge web around your fingers and you notice the small bulge on the side of your wrist.
The injury has more or less fully healed but a little, painless bump is still apparent.
You squish your two slimy fingers together and then pull them apart again, watching as new strings form in the gap.
Although you didn't finish, you go to the bathroom to wash your hands.
You then get back into bed, take off your pyjama top, and hug your pillow tightly.
You welcome the cold temperature against your scorching skin as you drift off to sleep, excited for what tomorrow will offer.
Feeling a little groggy from the night prior, you roll out of bed, yawning as you open up the blinds.
You shield yourself from the sunlight shining through and head for the shower to get ready.
Today you use your rose-scented shampoo and conditioner in accordance with the theme.
You thoroughly wash every part of your body with the same exfoliating body wash, before getting out of the shower and into your robe and slippers.
Skipping over to the walk-in closet in glee, you slide open the doors and deliberate on what outfit he would want you to wear.
It takes you at least an hour before you decide to wear a black dress from Givenchy's spring collection, gifted by a friend.
The dress hugs your slim figure, featuring a tight corset. Jagged points reminiscent of thorns from a rose glide atop the fishtail train elegantly.
Spinning around in front of the mirror you smile as you smooth out your dress nervously.
He hasn't seen me in this one yet.
Walking over to your collection of heels, you take special care not to accidentally tread on your dress as it is difficult to manage due to its constrictive nature.
You put on your Vivienne Westwood, elevated ghillie, lace-up heels and walk over to the vanity to do your hair and makeup.
Straight hair is always best, so you make sure that every inch is straightened and that your middle parting is accurate before starting on your makeup.
You do your makeup the usual way but, this time, you put on a pink lip as it is a special occasion.
Topping the colour with clear lipgloss, you rub your lips together and pout into the mirror before carefully clearing up the edges with your thumb.
You look and feel perfect.
For him.
Standing up with a little difficulty, you go over to the full-size mirror and look at yourself from head to toe.
Satisfied with the transformation, you grab your clutch packed with all of your necessities and walk downstairs.
The anticipation is all-consuming and you nearly fall over on the steps.
Your priority is making it down the staircase in one piece so the efficiency of your hand-eye coordination is integral.
On the final step, you finally turn around to find a man sitting on the couch.
Your heart implodes as the living room is empty.
No Valentine's Day decorations in sight.
The man instantly stands up once he spots you and bows slightly.
"Good morning Ma'am. Mr Ackerman wishes to relay his sincerest apologies for not being able to celebrate Valentine's Day with you."
You look down and your fists clench in unwavering anger.
"Here is a check for £50,000."
YOU ARE READING
Possession | Levi Ackerman and Erwin Smith
Hayran Kurgu"Not only did I pay for that pretty dress you're wearing, I paid for what's underneath it too. I feel as though you forget that Y/N." You briskly turn your head to face Levi. "There was no need to do what you did back there, what if people saw?" Lev...
