Desire Or Detestment - Levi Ackerman

twenty-one {nsfw}

The morning after your first private training session with levi has gone spledly- well, the end of it anyway.

You had been beaten by both the ackermans over and over.  your can-do spirit pretty much knocked out of you, literally and figuratively

All that had turned out very much worth it, for levi ackerman had praised you.

Not only did he praise you- but the look on his usual grumpy old man face had looked somewhat shy. Levi. Shy.

It had you now covering your face with a pillow and letting out a small squeal. What was this man doing to you. First, it was an insane amount of pent-up sexual desires with the man who very clearly was rough in bed, to now wanting him to praise you and give you forehead kisses.

It was a never-ending cycle of the man being inside your head...—and inside you in other ways.

You let out a small huff and sat up, running your hands through your hair and finally got up, ready to go down to eat and deal with the banter from your friends in the morning.

The steps of your walk, filled with giddyness each one you skipped out as you hummed softly to yourself. You plopped down with your tea and breakfast roll and looked at the eyes all staring at you.

"What?"

Your group stared at you as if shocked before connie spoke up. "Did you get laid?"

"Wasnt me-"

"No one fucking thought it was you, jean"

The eyes turned to eren and jean who were now glaring at eachother over the table before you spoke up, giving them a deadpanned look. "What makes you think i got laid?" You huffed out, taking a bite of your roll.

Mikasa, who was leaning back on her chair with her arms across her chest, spoke up.

"You dont look as grumpy as you usually do,"

Armin stared at you with his beady, way to smart eyes, humming in agreement as he glanced between mikasa and you. "Not to mention the love bites on your neck.."

"First of all- those are jeans." You paused, ignoring the 'HAH' jean shot at a now scowling eren. "And secondly, im just in a good mood. Quit your complaining, or I'll go back to grumpy me. "

The table stared for a few more seconds before it erupted into its usual chatter, your threat obviously working to an extent.

As you chatted with your friends, Levi continued to eat his meal, his eyes occasionally glancing in your direction, but his expression remained neutral.

A little before training was to start, he stood up, his movements were precise and efficient, and he began to walk out of the mess hall. Hange followed close behind him, whispering something in his ear, to which he responded with a curt nod.

As he walked out, he didn't even glance in your direction, leaving you to wonder if the praise he gave you the day before was just a fluke - nahhh, he's just shy.

You outwardly let out a small laugh to yourself at the thought, knowing you were feeding yourself thoughts, but it didn't really stop you.

You stood to put away your empty teacup.

Your eyes watched Levi walk out, a small smile played on your lips, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the upcoming training session. 

Without a second thought, you followed Levi. A small snort left your lips as you noticed him walking a bit faster than usual, as if trying to put some distance between himself and you.