Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Daylight

He provides you scorching love.
Genre: Smut.

You have all of me.

The faint sound of the fan is echoing all throughout the four corners of the room. Subtle music could be heard from other apartments, but you drown within his sounds.

Your legs are widely spread apart, while the flesh, covered by your cotton undies, is desperate for his touch. Everything feels so electrifying, that even sweat which trickles down your neck makes you even more. . . aroused.

He is so near you, it is electrifying. Your faces almost touching, his lips are almost kissing yours. Almost. And the gap in between the both of you shouts in frustration, begging for touch, and you are pleading for him, God, you are. Him, his lips, his skin, his touch. You have never been so erratic, that you could come just by hearing his voice.

He traced the peak of your bosoms, and you could feel your heart explode while the heat inside of you envelope your body.

"You are so horny," He chuckled.

And God, that made you hornier. The raspiness of his voice making you more slick. Easier to enter, easier to fuck. You bit his lip. You are mad, becoming more impatient, damn eager for his skin against yours.

"Hell, yeah. I am."

With your shaking hands, you grabbed his slender ones to guide it to your scorching core. And he looked at you, a glint of amusement is evident in his eyes. Fuck you— well, fuck me.

"Right here?" He glided his finger softly against your sensitive nub. You glared at him like he was a meal and you were a lion who has been starved for months, your eyes are burning with desire. He's the daylight that you have been deprived of every winter.

Space has occupied your mind when he touched you without any kind of barrier, his cold fingers doing magic on your wet, hot, cunt. He felt like heaven, yet he makes you suffer. Soft gasps started to escape your lips while he moved his finger in motions that make you insane.

"You like that, baby?"

You couldn't speak. Your mind has escaped, and all you could think about is him. Him. His cock. Him inside. Levi inside of me.

"C-can you just, put it inside?"

He chuckled as he kissed your forehead, and smiled as if you have said the most dumb fuck statement. But, hey. Only you could draw a smile on the man's face.

Your faces are almost touching, again. His eyes are with yours, his breath on your lips, and you are lost in him. His eyes made love with yours while he slowly stretched your insides as he subtly pushed his finger inside of you, a smirk plastered across his face.

Holy fuck.