To you, in 2000 Years

***AU - LEVI x READER - What If - III*** 🌶️🌶️🌶️

***WARNING***

This chapter explores themes of suicide and is set in an alternate universe, offering readers a different perspective on the character's journey.

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As her fingers curled around him, his body responded with an unbidden urgency, each nerve igniting under the delicate pressure of her touch. There was no room for hesitation now—no retreat from the heat that pulsed between them. She lifted her leg with slow, deliberate grace, a silent invitation, offering herself in the quiet surrender of her body. The space between them vanished, tension coiled and snapped in the air, drawing them into an intimate embrace from which there was no return. Every breath, every glance, spoke of unspoken desires that had finally crossed the threshold into the undeniable. She accepted him, all of him, pulling him deeper inside, and the world outside ceased to exist. Everything she did—every breath, every moan—made it impossible for him to resist. The desire was consuming him, shaking him to his core. His control shattered the moment he was fully inside her, and he could not wait. His body moved on instinct, with deep, powerful thrusts that matched the intensity of his need. He drove into her hard, over and over, hitting the deepest parts of her with each thrust.

It felt wrong—so wrong—but it felt right in a way he could not explain. Her voice echoed in the room, a symphony of groans, moans, and breathless whimpers. She was driving him to the edge, pushing him further into the beast he knew he could become. His hand slipped around her throat, not to hurt her but to remind her that he was in control. She gasped, and he pinned her against the door, her legs wrapping around him tightly. He could feel his time running out, the build-up inside of him ready to explode. As much as he wanted to hold on, to stretch out the moment, he knew it was futile. He turned her around, bending her over, her hands bracing against the door in preparation for what was to come. He entered her again, thrusting with a force that made her body tremble. He raided her with everything he had, releasing all of the pent-up energy, the tension, the emotions he had been carrying for too long.

"Fuck." 

He grunted through clenched teeth. She was so tight, holding him like she never wanted to let go. He knew she was close—her body told him everything, and he pushed harder, faster, matching the rhythm of her need.

"Please..." 

The way she pleaded to him shattered the last bit of control he had. It was not just power anymore—it was surrender. She gave herself to him in that moment, and he took her, every last piece of her, until she reached her breaking point, moaning one final time as she submitted fully to him. And then, in the moment of her release, he let go. His body and soul, falling with her into the abyss of pleasure and sin. For a long moment, everything was still. Their heavy breaths were the only sound, filling the quiet space between them. He had never been overwhelmed like this—so many emotions crashing over him, colliding in a torrent he could not control. 

Guilt threaded through the rising tide of lust, twisting with the raw, aching pleasure that coursed through his veins. Yet beneath it all, deeper than he could grasp, something more profound stirred...  love. It was both a comfort and a torment, a feeling so intense it threatened to consume him whole, leaving him trembling at its mercy. In that moment, he was drowning in her, and in the storm of his own heart. It terrified him to admit it, but that was the truth of it. He had not felt love, not since he lost his mother. But today, in this very moment, he had found it again. Even if just for a short time, he was grateful for it. And this moment, this forbidden act, he knew he would carry with him forever.

As he was swirling in his thoughts, she gently caressed his face, her fingertips soft and tender as they brushed his skin. She leveled her gaze with his, eyes searching, and for the first time, he allowed himself to truly look at her. His chest tightened as he held her gaze. In that moment, he wished, desperately, that she was his. He wished she could love him the way he secretly loved her. But that was all he could do—just wish.