Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Cruel

How hot could one night get?

Genre: Modern AU, smut, fluff.

Peace had avoided you for the entire week, that you have never been this thankful to lounge around without any worries, or so you thought. Dim scented candles and fairy lights contributed to the calm aura which your room provides you. It is a well-deserved Friday night self-pamper day, and you could not be more relaxed. A nice yoga session helped in calming the raging nerves and sore body parts, as the stress you have accumulated evaporated along the subtle smoke from the candles.

Soothing rhythm and blues resonated within the four corners of your room, eventually contributing to the halcyon built upon your soul.

You sighed, lifting your buttocks up in the air while you rested your arms against the yoga mat, doing a puppy pose. A sigh of relief and contentment escaped your lungs, the first semester is finally done, and you can now enjoy your holidays without the burden of motherfucking school works from your motherfucking university. No more panicking because of surprise quizzes, stressing over projects, no more ruined days because of impromptu reports or night time shenanigans just to rush a paper.

"Nice ass." The voice of your boyfriend made you jump, delight and excitement flooded your system as you stood up and ran into his arms. Loaded schedules caused you both to endure five days of not seeing each other, and it was torture. You are so fond him, as he is to you, that you had trouble sleeping without the coziness of his hold. But here you are, home, at last.

His left hand traveled all the way down to squeeze your ass, while his other hand holds you tight against his body, embracing your not so sweaty body, "Missed you, baby." He murmurs, softening upon breathing in your scent.

A hum escapes your throat while you let your lover savor the moment of reuniting with you after a hell week.

"I missed you too, pretty boy." You breathe against his ear, your body feeling warmer while glued against his. Rainbows and butterflies filled your system as you inhale the scent you have longed for, for five excruciating days.

Levi's face neared yours without any kind of warning, the space between the two of you vanished as you found his lips clashing against yours. His taste entering your mouth once again, and it tasted like a craving you have always yearned for, and every time you collide, you can't help but to feel besotted against his passionate kisses. Drowning beneath his touch, a total slave for his heat.

Five weeks without each other formed a longing flame in the both of you, and being together again officially rekindled the hottest flame that itches for love and passion. Your lips found their way to make their own kind of love, starting slow at first, until subtle flicks turned into a war for dominance, and you have always been one to submit and obey.

Wet, hungry muscles danced like swords, the only sound that dared to compete against the small speaker you had set up earlier is the sound of you, making out like there is no more next time, colliding like galaxies aching for more.

"Have you," Burning desire for his lips made you attack his mouth the moment he moved away, his hair already disheveled because of the way you grabbed onto him just to feel him more, fucking hell, your man is intoxicating, "Been a good girl?" He mutters, after pulling away for a while and kissing you daringly, you almost forgot your name.

The large, oversized shirt you were wearing earlier is now discarded on the floor, exposing your breasts to Levi and to the chilly air, hardening your nipples, making them more sensitive.

"I am a good girl," You breathed, letting him palm your clothed pussy and groping your breast while he engraves his marks on your open neck. His touch makes you see colors that do not exist and feel sensations you have never felt before, "Your good girl. . ."