Never Let You Go ▶A Levi Ackerman X Reader◀

Chapter Twenty-Three

NSFW my loves. Read at your own risk.

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Around nine I shower and dress in my lacy lingerie, thankful I'd picked them up on my twentieth birthday. I never wore them until now, considering I had no use for them.

I wear my casual clothes- tight black pants and a white long-sleeved shirt. I brush my hair, letting it air-dry. I check the clock. It's almost ten. I walk through the dark castle, the halls lit only by candles, wax dripping down their sides, leaving white pools on the floor. The sounds of my footsteps echo loudly in the massive stone halls. 

I find myself absentmindedly wondering what he plans for tonight. I stop outside of his room, my hands suddenly quivering. Why am I so timid?

I reach up to knock, my fingers brushing the wood as it opens abruptly. My eyes land on Levi's face, his pale eyes seeming to warm up. His face is smooth as he wordlessly takes my hand, tugging me into the dimly lit room.

I instantly notice the fragrance of cinnamon and vanilla, and red candles around the room flickering with a warm glow.

"Captain, what is this-" I begin, but am cut off by his lips. He kisses me softly, his fingers sliding around my wrists, drawing me near him. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight against me. His chest is firm, almost stone-like. 

His fingers trail down my back, stopping at my backside. He cups my cheeks, grasping them tight in his palms. I gasp, and he takes advantage, slipping his tongue between my lips. My heart pounds against my chest, my breath hitching in my throat. Anxiety bubbles in my core. One of his hands trails back up my body, sending chills through me. I sigh against his lips.

His hands slip under my shirt and bra, massaging my breasts. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, another gasp coming from my covered lips. I feel my head spin. 

I feel my worries slip away as my desire for him grows. He lifts me, carrying me across the room to his bed. He lays on the neatly made surface, my body on his. I take the opportunity to take the lead, kissing along his jaw, my hand slipping down his pants and boxers.

My fingers skim over his quickly-growing cock. He grinds his teeth together. Noticing his reaction, I wrap my fingers around his hard shaft, squeezing gently. He moans softly, his cheeks dusting with pink. I run my hand over him, watching his face as he bites his bottom lip, his face growing more flush. I kiss his neck, gently nipping at his skin, stopping when he reacts with a gasp. I suck on the spot, rubbing my hand over his dick.

"F-fuck, (Y/n)." He stammers. "Don't stop."

My hands fumble over the buttons on his pants and shirt. I throw them into the darkness and they land on the floor with an airy hush. His boxers follow quickly afterward.

Suddenly he's pushing me onto my back, my eyes widening.

"H-heichou..." I gasp in surprise. He pulls off my shirt, struggling with the clip on my bra, which he quickly figures out. 

"I want..." He trails off as he reaches down, undoing my button and belt, and beginning to pull down my pants. "...to taste your sweetness again." He tosses my pants onto the floor, stopping only when his eyes brush over my panties.

"This is the right time," I say simply. 

He lifts my legs, placing my thighs over his shoulders, his hot breath brushing over my pussy. I feel my cheeks flush. He kisses my inner thighs, gently nibbling my skin as he moves up. He gives me a wink before his head disappears between my legs. I feel him on me, through the outside of my panties. I gasp his name at the new pleasure. His hot breath cuts through the thin fabric. He kisses my pussy gently. 

I can feel his tongue gently trace the outline of me through my panties, his movements so soft it's almost a tease. He grabs ahold of my panties and pulls them down my legs. His tongue goes to work, running from my sensitive bud to my throbbing pussy. He thrusts his tongue inside of me, his name tumbling from my lips once again. He moans.

"You somehow taste sweeter."

I feel my face fill with heat as he continues to tongue me, the pleasure rippling through my entire body. Pressure builds between my legs, a warm feeling knotting in my stomach. His tongue moves up to my clit, replaced by his fingers, which furiously thrust into my gushing pussy. I moan loudly, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

My fingers tangle themselves in his hair, and it takes all my power not to force his mouth harder onto me. My hips move in sync with his fingers, which press against my walls, making my head spin.

"Oh fuck, Levi..."

He responds with a gentle hum, drawing me closer.

"Don't stop, p-please."

I soon find myself moaning his name, the word harder appearing in the jumbled mix. He does as requested, and I fear for his poor jaw, which may break. My body begins to tremble, my breathing turning into gasps. I tug on his hair, grasping the sheets with the other hand.

My back arches, my toes curling into the mattress. My eyes roll back into my head, my moans turning to loud, breathy cries. 

"Oh my Gods, L-Levi..."

He curls his fingers, hitting the right spot, immediately pushing me into climax. I cry loudly, shuddering an orgasm. He continues as I come down from my high, leaving me lying before him, sweating and shaking, panting heavily.

He continues to move his fingers, curling them and pounding his fingertips into my G-spot. This pleasure is different but just as intense. Goosebumps cover my skin. My body continues to tremble, my shaking fingers grasping onto the sheets. I feel pressure building once again.

"F-fuck..."

He latches his lips onto mine. I moan into his mouth. His free hand grasps my hair, holding my face to his. His tongue pushes into my mouth. All at once, I feel the pressure erupt into an intense feeling. I gush hard, sending a stream towards my feet.

Levi looks just as surprised as I am. Then, curious. He sticks his head back between my thighs. His tongue slides over my opening, cleaning me up.

"You taste so good, I know I won't be able to stop doing this." He peers down at me. "Want a taste?"

I nod slowly, and he slips his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them, licking the sweet, yet slightly salty juices off of them.

"H-how did you learn to do th-that?" I stammer, breathless.

"When I lived underground someone at the bar showed me the right way to 'please a woman'. Of course, they used a rag to demonstrate."

He crawls over me, leaning down and kissing my lips. I taste me on him.

He travels down to my breast, sucking on it gently. His tongue swirls over my bud, another moan escaping my lips. He kisses up to my neck, nipping my skin. I run my fingers through his now messy locks.

I feel his tip glide over my entrance. I unintentionally gasp.