The New Guy [Modern LevixReader]

21. Unexpected

The sounds of the bed creaking and soft whimpers were all that filled the air. Her legs were wrapped around his back tightly. His head nestled in the crook of her neck as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive flesh.

"Mmm.." She moaned at the sensation of his warm breath, every thrust causing her to tilt her head back further and further giving him more access to her throat.

Gripping the pillows and arching her back, she was interrupted by her wrists being grabbed and pinned against the bed on either side of her head. She opened her eyes briefly to see the man above her. His hair was slightly messy and covering his hooded eyes as he raised his head from her neck. He pushed himself up and held his body above her. Her wrists were being dug further into the mattress from the weight.

"God.. this feels.. shit.." She breathlessly formed words between his thrusts. The pace was steady, precise, not too fast, not too slow. It was perfection. He was perfection.

His pale skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the room. She felt her legs start to slip around a bit now from the small layer of sweat starting to form on his back, as well as his toned chest. Despite the friction, the sweat, and the heat.. his scent was alluring, fresh, warm, and absolutely addicting to her.

Her toes began to curl from the depths he was reaching. This was unlike anything she's ever felt. It wasn't rough. It wasn't rushed. It was somehow gentle yet sturdy and strong. Every stroke felt like a trip to another world. A world where time stopped and only this moment they shared mattered.

He lowered his head down for their lips to meet as he continued his steady deep thrusts. He devoured her moans like it was the last meal he would ever eat.

"Is this good for you?" He questioned, his voice almost a deep raspy whisper as his lips ghosted hers. "I just want this to be good for you.."

"Fucking.." She was interrupted by his teeth pulling at her bottom lip. "..perfect.." The word turning into a soft erotic genuine moan as he started to slightly quicken his pace.

He finally released her wrists, and the blood started to flow back to her hands. His arms now traveled to grasp underneath her back, pulling her closer. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. God, she never wanted to let him go. She never wanted this moment to end.. but she felt it. That feeling in her core was beginning to burn stronger.

"Levi.." She was right there.

"Yes.. [Y/N].."

"Fuck.. Levi.."

"[Y/N]?"

"[Y/N]! Oi, you okay you blabbering idiot?" He sounded angry.

"What?!" She replied. Oh..

Oh shit. That's not good.

[Y/N]'s eyes shot open, and there she was.. still in Levi's apartment. She was still lying on his sofa, and Levi was standing over her in all of his glory. Arms crossed. Brows furrowed. A fucking wet dream? Fuck.. my life. Maybe if I blink, this will all be a dream. She blinked. Nope. Is it too late to run out the door?

"Uhhhhh.. Hey? Good morning.."

"What's your deal?" Levi questioned in a much more serious tone as [Y/N] sat up on the sofa. She noticed Hange standing in the kitchen out of the corner of her eye.

"I-I'm fine.. it was just a bad dream."

"Sounded like a damn good dream if you ask me!" Hange screamed from the kitchen. Be right back. I'm going to run in traffic now.

The corners of Levi's lips twitched, but he didn't say another word. He just walked into the kitchen and joined Hange. It seems she was cooking breakfast. The sizzle and smell of bacon filled the apartment.