Levi X Reader Imagines

It was just a dream don't shit your pants

*levi's POV*

I had my hands around her wrists and held them above her head. I had completely stripped her of all her cloths, and I had her laid down in my sheets, panting and sweating. My strong muscles flexed as she tugged against the restraint of my hand, but against Humanity's Strongest she was helpless. Nonetheless I could tell that just the sight of my shining muscles contracting above her was enough to weaken her.

"Levi-Levi, please," her breath came out in swift pants as my intense gaze ran over her naked form; the sight was enough to drive me mad, but I refrained myself from just ravaging the her, intent on teasing the young cadet.

"Hm?" I hummed, My voice sounded gravely, and almost rugged; she saw that I was smirking down at her needy expression and was listening to her desperate whimpers. "Please what, Y/N?"

She was so overwhelmed with the need for my touch that she almost whined out the next sentence. "Please, please-just touch me, Levi. Please.."

She gasped as my warm hand trailed down over her breasts and to her belly, the hot skin there burning as it came into contact with my soft touch. The one hand rubbed up and down her torso, moving up and stopping to pinch at her perked nipples causing her to groan in both pleasure and frustration. I smirked down at her again, knowing what I'm doing to her. Her (glorious, beautiful) chest wasn't exactly what she was referring to when she told me to touch her, I know. But just to tease her, "Like this, brat? Here?"

Scrunching her shining eyes closed she shook her head. "Lower."

And I did go lower down, but not close enough to her heated area. By now I could tell she felt like she was about ready to scream. "Better?"

"No! Levi, please go lower. -fuck,"

Finally. Finally, out of the kindness of my heart, I complied. I ran a delicate finger over her underwear, feeling just how aroused she was. "Are you this wet for me, brat?" I leaned closer to her face, eating up her facial expressions and the little noises that rung in the back of her throat as my skilled fingers rubbed her through the thin garment. And I didn't stop as I bent far enough to kiss at her neck; my teeth grazed over her jaw and ear as I continued to tease her with words. "Do you know that your thighs are shaking, brat? Is this all it takes to break you down?"

Soon enough she could feel her stomach tighten, signaling that she was close, somewhat answering my rhetorical question. I could tell she wanted to hold onto the me, to feel my ligaments move as I tried to push her to the edge, to glide her smooth fingers over my glistening pecks and stomach just to feel them, but with her wrists restrained above her head and my fingers digging into the delicate skin of her wrists, most likely leaving bruises, I just couldn't let her go just yet. I wanted to feel the pull of her arms as she did finally come, and I connected my lips with hers for the first time that night...

*3rd person POV*

In a fit of sweat, Levi woke up. He sat up in his bed, panting and hot in the face from the dream that had just occurred in his slumber. "What the fuck?" he groaned to himself. 

Never has Levi ever had an inappropriate or risqué thought about you, or any cadet, while he was awake, or rather conscious. It's always been platonic between you and him; if you could even call it that. The two of you were just people who knew the other existed (and of course, he was your superior). You were an easily liked person to everyone, including the Corporal, but seeing as all cadets were just "shitty brats" to him, you didn't really think you'd be the best of friends with the Lance Corporal.

But everyone was a shitty brat to Levi, it's just that you seemed to be the least shitty.

'Yeah,' Levi thought, coming to the realization. 'That's it, I just resent her the least.' That just had to be it.

That day, every time Levi crossed paths with you he found himself hot in the face. 'Again, it must be nothing.' Thought the older man. 'It's just the thought of that dreaded dream has made seeing her, fully clothed, a little strange. That's all.'

He had yet another dream that same night.

This time he had you laid down on your back like the last time; only now he had his head between your thighs. He dreamed about you tugging at his ebony hair, loving the sting that it brought. And how it was paired with the way your hips twitched up once in a while against the older mans mouth, and how the strong, soft hands on your belly and chest felt the tightening of your muscles and the heaving of your breathing as he continued to feast on you.

And much like the previous morning, Levi woke with a chilling sweat and a damp front. 

Hopefully this isn't going to become a regular thing...