Attack on Titan Levi x Reader

Pain and Pleasure Go Hand in Hand

Here's a quick break from the Photograph series.

All of me belongs to him. I owe my very exsistence to his touch. It makes me shudder with heated anticipation. His hands caressing me so softly and yet so recklessly gives me an ache that melds me into him more and more with each tightening grasp. Sweet tongue, bursting with flavor, thrusts rythmically in mouth. So. Hot. It's so hot in here. Here in his bedroom, where the walls are red and the floor is hard, black and shines. The bed fits the two of us with room too spare and the blankets drape over the edges as we continue our vigorous Netflix and chill. Just with no Netflix- or chilling.
How could I possibly focus on the lives of fictional characters when a man just as perfect as one of them is lying here beside me? Answer: There's no way. Really there's isn't. He's nothing but perfect, pale muscle and raw, rugged sex appeal. My fingers glide through his ebony undercut, sweaty and sticking to his cheeks and brow. Blue eyes, the same shade of blue as the sky when it's not quite evening, but it's no longer afternoon either, stare straight through me. A wave a intimacy rushes over me.
Levi straddles my waist, taking two fistful of my hair. I can feel him grinding against me, he rasps, and I hold tight to the sheets. His hot breath melts me as he comes nearer and nearer to my pursed lips, swollen with kisses. "Are you sure. . . . you want to do this?" he asks, his voice husky. Am I sure? I'm still new to this and- His lips press tenderly to my nipple and his warm tongue taste it, making my back arch to its own accord. "Yes!"
His hands guide a soft piece of fabric over my eyes and he knots it behind my hair. Something course- rope- is dragged across me, from the crook in my neck to my navel. He then binds my hands above my head, locking me to the headboard. I tighten and twitch, waiting for the next move he makes, unsure of whether it'll bring me pain or pleasure. . . or both.
"Flip," he demands. And so I twist, belly down. "Raise this," Levi says, running his hand over my rear and then smacking it with what I'm pretty sure was a paddle. But I do as he commands. Abruptly, thin strips of leather brush against the curve of my back and another wave of intimacy hits me, sending all my nerve endings buzzing with excitement. The leather stings my bare butt once. . . twice. . . thrice! The pain burns and makes me cringe with pleasure.
"Did I go too far?" he ask, rubbing my stinging rear. "N-no," I spit. "Good, but maybe I'll go a little softer this time." What's that supposed to mean? Every nerve ending is standing straight and alert for what might come next. The flogger again? A wooden paddle? Or maybe- a feather? Delicate fluff tickles my skin. Oddly, it makes me tense and sends a thrill up my spine. But I eventually relax and just enjoy the comforting sensation. "Don't get used to it." Forcefully he flips me over, pressing me up, my back against the headboard and hands strung with a hook, the metal cold.
He straddles me, as if he plans to penetrate, but that's not part of the deal. (Or at least according to him it's not). Lips brush against my ear and seductively he runs his tongue along the edge, whispering, "(y/n). . . I know that this isn't in the agreement. . . but I can't seem to restrain myself." I don't want you to. "I need you. All of you." A hand glides down my front, and slowly creeps into the inner thigh. "So. . . would it be alright if-"
"Take off the blindfold first." And Levi does in a hurry- with his teeth. I can see him now, again, and I didn't know it was possible, but he's even sexier now. Sweat drips across his skin. His breathing is low, harsh. The blue of his eyes, once glazed in ice, beam, burst with anticipation and desire. . . for me. He shakes beneath my gaze. Our faces hover, mine above his, and I can sense our heated breathes melding into sweetly scented carbon.
My hands are still bound, but I have enough freedom to thrust forward into him and make all of us meet. I draw him nearer with my legs, hooked around his waist. I can feel it. The longing he has, and the pain he's in trying to resit. Yes. Pain. Now he is the one on the receiving end, awaiting my command. I will make him harrow in the same blissful torture he has made me endure. Our contract has shifted. Presently I am dominant, and he submits to me. "Now do it."
Oh, and he does! He does in the most perfect way. Each movement is bliss and I writhe in the sensations he's giving me. Domination. Submission. Pain. Pleasure. Love. Fear. It all comes together and creates the irrefutable- and unbreakable- bond between us. "Call my name," he groans. I open my mouth, but only a gasp escapes. "C-call my name." His stutter signals it's getting closer, and he craves the sweet release that only I can give him. My lips tug into a wicked grin. Though voice quivering I manage to mutter, "Beg."
In moments he's howling, like a wounded animal. "Call my name! Please! I need you to c-call my name! Please! Please!" The more he pleas, the more force and speed he uses. My lips want to pry apart and scream out for him! Levi! Levi! More! I pine to screech. Just a little longer. Just a little more. "Call my name!" That last thrust sends me spiraling into a world titillation. "Levi!" The scream is agonizing, burning my lungs, glazing my throat with the taste of blood.
At last the climax is here! It takes me entirely in a cold fire ecstacy, that makes me ache all over. Lava is in my veins. My center throbs with satisfaction. The rush of heartbeats poud against my chest, through my mind, and it echos violently. A lust-ful moan bounces off the walls. Each inch of me is limp, senseless and yet feeling everything like never before. New experiences, a new romance, new taste, and new sensations that I've never known before. And it's all because of- "Levi, don't just leave me dangling here."
"But I like you this way."
"Untie me and I bet I can make you say differently." He chuckles before loosening the red rope. I tumble into his embrace, equal of an iron wall. Levi holds me gently as we cuddle, burrowed into one another under the covers. He licks and then bites his lips while watching mine. "You think you can change my mind?" He's so close. The scent of stawberries rise from his skin and flavors him. Delicious. Like a candy fresh out of the wrapper. Trembling I answer, "Yes." With a wicked grin he cups my cheeks (the top ones) and kisses me hard, deep. "Then prove it."

(T^T) I'm a horrible person for writing this, but the creative mojo hit me like a 2 x 4 and I couldn't resist! Just a reminder that between next Friday - Sunday I'll have Photograph Part 5 published.