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The loss of Wall Maria had been the trigger, until then you were focused on your veterinary research at the university. The scouts had a strong need for veterinary skill for their horses and you signed up without a second thought. Nothing prepared you for the carnage you saw. You had grown up in Wall Sina, having lived a relatively sheltered life and gone on to do a prestigious degree, a well off family, and you were so far removed from the outer walls that sometimes you had to be reminded that the titans even existed.
Seeing one eat the very scout you chatted with that morning over breakfast in a brutal manner had you vomiting in the bushes the first time, and it wasn’t the last. Once you hadn’t even had the time to tether yourself and vomited mid-swing. It became an inside joke between the survivors. You couldn’t even bring yourself to mind, laughing at something so disgusting was the only thing stopping you from crying about everything else.
You had wanted to be a veterinary officer but found yourself quick to learn how to adapt to ODM gear, finishing nicely at 3rd in the cadets assessment. You always were an overachiever. It put you safely within the threshold for military police assignment but you hadn’t come all this way to go right back to Wall Sina, so you threw yourself in with the scouts who made quick use of your skills. You were competent at killing titans, dispatching them with technical skill. Everything became an equation, a calculation of thrust, force, air resistance, viewing it that way helped you to remove yourself from the situation, and you were good at it. Good enough to get noticed 3 months in. You had been pulled into a room full of scouts with no warning. They probed you with questions about your research, what training you had received as a cadet. Your superiors were asked to give testimonies to your performance. You had kept your mouth shut unless asked, unsure if you were undergoing some kind of military tribunal. Only one man had been quiet the whole meeting, he spent most of the time glaring at you. When you had first noticed you had looked away immediately but when he continued to stare you found yourself glaring back. Tired of not being told what was going on, you were damned if you were going to sit here and be stared at like a prize pig at the market.
He ended up being introduced to you as Captain Levi, as you were being informed that you were transferring to the Special Operations Unit. You were quickly dispatched into his squad without much ceremony.
Perhaps it was masochism, or guilt, but the idea of stopping made you sick to your stomach. It felt like you’d thrown too much of yourself into this role that if you tried to pull away now you’d leave chunks of yourself behind. Going home now wasn’t an option.
So you went where they told you, listened to everything your new squad members said. They seemed even more unhinged than the rest of the scouts, with the kill count to match. It soon became clear that their ways were a little reckless, unorthodox even, and Captain Levi was at the centre of it all. Everyone looked up to him and seemed to follow him blindly. You did as well at first but soon came to realise that this wasn’t blind devotion, it was complete trust. He was a smart and diligent leader, they knew he wouldn’t lead them into their deaths and even if he did, it would be because it was unavoidable.
You had only been with his squad for 3 weeks now, but it was clear he held a lot of influence and for good reason. You were beginning to develop a small amount of pride in being chosen for his squad, despite the circumstances.
You rapped on the door and it sounded with a hollow thud. “Captain Levi?”
A muffled invitation sounded from the other side and you pulled the door open, stepping inside, “Excuse me, Captain, I-”
Your words died in your throat when you saw the captain’s bare chest reflected in the mirror towards you, not that his back was helping either. He held his dark hair up and scraped at the skin of his scalp with a razor, etching out a neat undercutted line. He dropped the razor into the sink, swishing it into the water to rid it of any stray hair before holding it up to his head again. When you didn’t continue his eyes flashed at you in the mirror, “Is there a reason you’re in here?”
Heat rose to your face and you swivelled around to face the wall, “Sir!” Your words sounded strained as you continued, “Hange has called an emergency meeting, she asked me to come get you.”
There was a pause and all you could hear was the swish of the soapy water behind you.
“Tell her I’ll be there in five minutes.” He said finally.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why aren’t you facing your captain when he’s speaking to you?”
“I…thought you would prefer your privacy.” You were still reluctant to turn around, even with his irritated tone.
Another pause, followed by a huff, “Soldier?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Get out.”
“Yes, sir.” You didn’t have to be asked twice, hastily grabbing the door knob and hurtling out the room. You shut the door behind you a little too hard and winced. Your first one-on-one interaction with your Captain and you made a fool of yourself because he was undressed? Idiot . Where did you even get off on reacting like that? It’s not like the scout regiment wasn’t always in close quarters, you’d seen your fellow soldiers naked more times than once and vice versa. You weren’t sure if it was because he intimidated you, or if it was because you found him attractive but that had completely flustered you.
You’re still gripping the door knob, mentally beating yourself up, when it turned in your hand and Captain Levi almost walked into you.
“Were you waiting outside my room, soldier?” His irritation is clear as day now.
“No, sir!” You say, mortified.
6 Months Later.
“You’re ruining the mood.” A deep voice resonated behind you.
You didn’t even bother turning around, choosing instead to continue to kick a clump of grass at your feet, “I’m just getting some air, Captain.”
The others were having more than enough fun, having drained the last of the booze rations for a job well done. Nobody died today, and we all added significant numbers to our kill counts. These days were rare, to be sure, and you were just happy to see everyone enjoying themselves genuinely for once.
You heard his shoes scuff as he sat down next to you, “You don’t like fun?” He sounded irritable himself but you’d been part of the Squad Levi long enough to know that was his defaut tone. It had taken weeks to figure out that he didn’t hate you.
“I just can’t keep up with the drunks, sir.” You flash him a smile and look back at the celebrations, “Plus, someone should keep watch.”
Captain Levi scoffed, “You’re doing a piss-poor job, Oluo is riling up Petra again.”
You chuckled watching Petra grab the much older man by the scruff of his collar, “That’s beyond my help.” You smiled. Even while celebrating they were at each other's throats.
“Why don’t you drink?” Levi asked bluntly, turning towards you.
“Why don’t you?” You deflected, Levi’s eyes narrowing had you regretting your defensive attitude, “Sorry, sir. It’s a little personal. My parents…liked it a little too much. It put me off.”
Levi grunted, “You’re still too stiff. The first backtalk you’ve given me in 6 months and you immediately apologise?”
You open your mouth to apologise instinctively but bite it back, covering it with a cough instead.
“...I can tolerate drunk people to a certain extent, but it tires me out.” You sigh, nodding at him, “Besides, I’m not the only one not celebrating.”
Levi clicked his tongue and drawled, “Who said I’m not celebrating tonight? I’m planning on having my head between someone’s thighs before sundown.”
You looked at him incredulously, heat pricking at your cheeks. “Oh…” You swiftly looked back to the group, “That’ll do it, I suppose.”
The silence that followed felt tense but if Levi felt it he didn’t show it on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to focus on the group, laughing at something Eld had said (much to his dismay). His words weighed heavily in your head, as far as you were aware he wasn’t involved with anyone in the group, “Who…?” You caught yourself before you finished that thought, “Nevermind, that’s none of my business.”
You heard Levi snort next to you but you were still a little embarrassed to look at him properly, “I haven’t decided yet, why? Are you interested?”
You absolutely looked at him then, “Me?!” It almost came out like a squeak, you lowered your volume to try again, “Why me?!”
“Why not you?” He said simply, deadpan as ever.
“You’re my captain!” You hissed, keeping your voice lowered in case any of the others heard. They were drunk, not deaf.
Levi huffed and took a swig of his tea, “Do you know the average lifespan of a scout?”
Taken aback by the sudden topic change, you shook your head. He continued, “It’s six months. Fraternization isn’t given enough time to become a problem in this regiment.”
“Still…you’d be better off asking someone else.”
Levi sighed, “You can just say no, I won’t throw a fit, I promise.”
You fought off the urge to squirm at the uncomfortable air, you weren’t really sure how to respond. If it had been any of the others you would have laughed and told them they were too drunk, deflected like you always did, but with Levi you felt the need to explain.
“You don’t drink, you don’t have sex, just how exactly do you celebrate?” Levi drawled, “You’re not a nun are you?”
Teasing was good, you could work with teasing. You chuckle, relieved, “Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes I allow myself some coffee if I’ve been good.”
Levi’s face contorted in disgust, “Ugh, I think my idea is better.”
“Not like I would know.” You quipped.
His eyes narrowed at that, “What are you talking about? You wouldn’t know?”
“Uhh…” You froze, backtracking. No, no , no . Think , you idiot, “What I mean is-”
“There is absolutely no way you’re a virgin.” Levi said cynically, shaking his head.
“N-now, that’s none of your business.” You scoffed, forcing out a laugh.
“Walls protect us…How is that even possible? At your age?” You didn’t think you’d ever seen Levi look startled before, you would have laughed if it didn’t involve him being shocked at a very private part of yourself.
“It just never happened. Why does it matter?” There went your mood, why did today have to go like this? You ran your hand roughly over the back of your neck, anything to distract you from the feeling of his eyes burning into you.
“You have to be the only one in the whole of the regiment.”
You groaned, putting your flushed face in your hands, “Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Do I look like I care to gossip?” He shrugged, seemingly over his shock already.
You covered your mouth with your hand, silently praying for Levi to walk away and forget this conversation ever happened. You understood his shock, the cadets were frisky enough, teenagers kept in close quarters tended to do that. You had joined later than most, at the ripe age of 25. The other cadets were children compared to you and while you were relatively content to make friends, you kept anyone who paid special attention to you at arm's length. You were also aware of the ‘traditional initiation’ of the scouts that involved the of-age cadets visiting brothels before they committed to the deadliest regiment in the walls.
The scouts were just as bad, it turns out dealing with death on a daily basis encourages people to take their chances when they have them. It’s not like you hadn’t been approached then, either, but by then it felt awkward explaining it to people. It was easier to politely decline and let them end up in someone else's bed.
“Do you plan on staying that way until you get eaten?” Levi’s deep tone made you jump then.
You looked at him, shocked, “No, of course not.”
He nodded, draining his tea, “I don’t care about your situation.” He got up and turned towards the tents, “If you change your mind, come find me.”
As he started to walk away you called out to him, “I thought you had plans!”
“They haven’t fallen through yet.” He called behind him, and you felt a wave of irritation. It was a welcome distraction from your embarrassment, which soon returned after you fully processed what he had just said.
You found yourself unable to focus on the festivities, heart stubbornly hammering in your chest. You had not planned to stay a virgin forever, but looking back at your choices it certainly seemed that way, you had never gone out of your way to lose it. You were content to ignore that part of yourself, even if it meant isolating yourself from people. You had been considered a ‘good’ child all your life, eager to meet your parents expectations. Sure, you’d shared kisses with eager admirers but it never progressed past that point, you were always too cautious. And once you had gone to university your work was your focus, and after that? It felt more like a burden to explain, an awkward catch that was easier to step around than address.
How would you even lose it at this point? Levi’s squad was a small, tight group and they were often out on missions, so you spent the majority of your time with them. If you were going to bed with someone it would be someone here, logically speaking. Out of the whole squad, who would you most want that to be?
Your face flushed before you even answered yourself. You were well aware that you found Levi attractive but at best you brushed it off as a mere observation and at worst, an inappropriate inconvenience. Seeing him that way was pointless, or so you thought.
You found yourself standing up. You stretched out your legs, aching from sitting too long, and took a few steps before you stopped. What on earth am I doing?
It all made sense, rationally, but you had to force your legs to move. You even had a small pit of fear in your stomach. Why was this such a big deal? Perhaps because it was the first decision you’d made about your own needs in a long time. Judging from the rustling of the tents at night plenty of the other scouts did the same, but you had no idea what you were doing. You looked up and stopped short of Levi’s tent. It was bigger than the rest and easily recognizable. You had been inside before, for mission briefs. You never felt nervous going in there before. What would you even say? “ Hey Captain, one dicking, please? ”. You groaned out loud, what was the point of this? There’s no way you could actually go in there.
Levi very nearly scared the soul out of your body when his head popped out the door flap, “Are you going to stand out there all night?”
Caught red handed, or rather red faced.
Realistically there was no excuse for you to be standing outside his tent late in the evening, especially after the conversation you had just had, but you still opened your mouth before you knew what you’d say. Before you could bullshit him even further however he disappeared back into the tent as quickly as he had appeared.
“Wait!” You quietly pleaded, grabbing the tent flap and stepping inside.
It was much how you remembered it from this morning. The table used for strategizing was pushed to the side, pins still stuck in the map laid out. A small pile of books, cargo bags full of rations, Levi’s ODM gear neatly laid out, and a bed roll flattened out on the floor. It was significantly neater than your own tent. One thing military discipline had failed to drill into you. You eyed the bed, wringing your hands without realising.
“Do you want some tea?” Levi’s back was turned to you as he spoke, a long container billowing steam as he poured the tea into a second cup.
Tea, that was the smell permeating everything in here. The thought of drinking anything right now made you queasy, “No, I’m not thirsty.” You mumbled, fiddling with the pins on the table. Levi paused and turned. Your eyes caught his and you could feel the heat creeping down your neck as you ran the words back through your head. Oh shit, that sounded really eager, didn’t it.
“I mean..-”
“Fine.”
Levi started walking towards you, tea forgotten, and you felt a chill in your stomach. Your nerves were getting the better of you already, “Wait! Just hang on a minute!”
Levi didn’t stop until he was right in front of you. He pulled at his cravat until it came unravelled, wrapping it up and placing it on the table beside you before beginning to unbutton his shirt. It hadn’t even touched you yet but it still felt like he had you pinned to the table.
“I…uh…I haven’t done this before.”
“I’m aware.”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“You’re too nervous, just relax.”
“What should I…how exactly does this work?” Your hands were held out reflexively, but stopped short of his chest.
“...What’s the most you’ve done, anyway?” Levi paused his undressing for a moment, appraising you with an unreadable expression.
“Kissing, mostly.”
He clicked his tongue at that and resumed unbuttoning, “I don’t really kiss.” It was true, he’d grown up seeing every sordid thing you could imagine in the underground but tender kisses were few and far between. Even now he tended to avoid it, it felt far too intimate.
“Oh…like ever? How else do you…start things?” Levi shrugged off his shirt, quickly folding it and placing it on the table by his cravat.
“Usually by taking our clothes off.” He said, pulling your hand to his now bare chest, and flattening it over his pectoral, “You remember this, don’t you?”
His skin was searing hot. You were often told you ran cold, but if he felt a chill from your clammy fingers he didn’t say anything. “Can we?”
“Can we, what?”
“Kiss?”
Levi looked hard at your expression then, the flush on your face had spread from your neck right down to the open collar of your shirt. Glassy eyes wincing at him as if you weren’t sure if that was an unreasonable request. If he were anyone else it wouldn’t be.
“It might calm me down, closing my eyes and doing something familiar…that’s all.”
Levi sighed, you sounded so uncertain. Perhaps he was being too impatient, this wasn’t just about his needs. You’d been brave enough so far, it’s only fair that he do the same. Levi rubbed his hand over his mouth and glared at you for a moment, then you heard a muffled “Fine.”
“You have until I’ve finished undressing you.”
“Oh!” you squeaked, his lips pushed against yours forcefully and you feel his hands tugging at the buttons on your shirt. It’s rougher than you’ve ever been kissed, overpowering even. You let out a gasp against his mouth when he made quick work of your shirt and moved his hands to your pants. You could feel how warm his hands were through the material as he ran them over your hips, then further back to cup your ass. Levi broke the kiss momentarily to lift you up onto the table, stepping into the gap between your legs.
Embarrassed about the position you put a hand around the back of his neck and pull him back into the kiss to hide your face. A chill shot down your spine when his tongue flicked against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly and he’s eager to take the opportunity, almost crashing your teeth together with his as his tongue licked its way into your mouth. The force of it was making you dizzy. It’s hard to concentrate on what his hands are doing until you feel a shiver over your skin and realise he already had your shirt off, his hands flicking open the buttons on your pants. Once Levi has the front open you feel his hands wrap around the waistband behind you and tug hard, pulling them out from underneath you.
“Time’s up. My turn.” Levi broke the kiss with a smirk and pulled away. He swept his hair back and as he took you in. You shyly tried to pull your knees up and obstruct his view. Levi tutted, putting his hands on your knees and slowly pushing them apart, “Don’t hide.”
And what a sight it was. Goosebumps littered your flushed skin, lips wet and parted. There was a slight tremor in your legs when he held them apart and every shaky breath you took caused your bare chest to rise and fall rapidly. Levi was so sure that all he had to do was run a single finger down your skin would be all that was needed to make you shiver in his hands. It only made what he was going to do next even more exciting.
You watched as his fingers glided down your thigh, inhaling sharply as he hooked his thumb underneath the edge of your underwear. His thumb followed the seam slowly until he reached the top, he gripped the fabric and gently tugged it away from your hips.
Just like that? It’s happening?
You were mesmerised watching his hands, partly curious at what he would do next and partly anxious at how close his fingers were getting to your clothed cunt. It was throbbing so insistently that you were sure he’d feel your pulse the second he touched it. Levi however, seemed content massaging your hips and fiddling with the seam. You were starting to feel something more familiar bubbling up, frustration. You furrowed your brows and shifted your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, “Are you going to take them off?” Your impatience was at least making you a little braver.
Levi let out a breathy chuckle, gently shrugging off your arms and pulling away. You watched, confused, as he dipped below you and knelt on the floor by the table.
“What are you doing?” you asked, peering down at him.
Levi placed his hands either side of your hips and pulled you until your ass was almost off the table, “I said I’d have my head between someone's legs before nightfall and I meant it.”
He pulled back your underwear and you squirmed, “Wait! That’s-!”
He kept eye contact with you as he licked a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. If you had any air left in your lungs you would have made a much louder noise but all that spilled from your lips was a pitiful murmur as your thighs squeezed his head. He wrestled a hand in between the two, calloused hand gripping your thigh and pushing it flat on the table, “I can’t see what I’m doing if you crush my head like that.”
“Sorry!...It just feels…ugh.”
“Do you want to stop?”
You looked at him then, he had the same impassive look on his face. You had grown to know all the squad members fairly intimately over these past 6 months. You hadn’t seen many expressions from your Captain but you knew well enough at this point that he didn’t really get embarrassed. You had no doubt that if you got up, put your clothes back on, and walked out this tent, he wouldn’t bat an eye. You’d wake up tomorrow morning and he would treat you the same as he always has.
You were almost in your thirties for Maria’s sake, what was there to be embarrassed about at this point?
“No. I don’t want to stop.”
Levi nodded. You resisted the urge to shrink away when he laid a slow kiss between your legs, “I thought you didn’t kiss?” You said softly. Your lips quirked into a small, nervous smile despite yourself.
Levi snorted, “This is different.”
Now he knew you wouldn’t squeeze him again, his hands were free to roam rather than pin down. Running his hands down the inside of your thighs while the other spread your lips open for his relentless tongue. It felt unbearably slippery at first but you gradually started to get the appeal. His little touches and strokes were starting to add together in a way that made you feel giddy and hot. Your breath became laboured to keep up with your rapidly beating heart. You wanted to touch him back but his body was out of reach, you settled for weaving your fingers through his dark hair.
Levi moaned against your pussy. You exclaimed at the sensation as his eyes met yours, blown out and single-minded and you felt your clit twitch at the sight of him enjoying himself thoroughly. You were a little bit flustered at the idea he could feel that small, involuntary action but if he could he didn’t seem to mind as he lapped at your entrance, thumb moving to press against your swollen clit.
Your fingers closed around his hair and gripped hard when you felt his tongue slip inside, hips bucking into his face and clenching around his tongue. You let go immediately, “Sorry, I-”
“Keep going.” He practically growled against your cunt, barely lifting his head away to speak.
You whimpered against your hand. It was becoming much more difficult to control your breathing and the urge to move against his face was harder and harder to ignore. You ground your hips against his face once more, moaning at the added pressure and the heat travelling down your legs. It only takes grinding twice more for your legs to start shaking. Levi also seemed to be getting more frantic, slipping a finger inside as he latched onto your clit and sucked and making obscenely wet noises. You clenched around the sudden intrusion, unsure if it was too much stimulation in your current state or not enough.
Your hands found his hair again and pulled. You weren’t sure where you wanted him to go, you just needed him to moan into you again. Simpering pleas left your lips as you ground your hips against his face one last time, you tried to push him away with a squeal. It felt like your heart was going to explode in your chest as you came undone but Levi gripped your thighs and held you firmly against his unyielding tongue. It wasn’t until you weakly pushed at his head, the pulsing bliss having finally turned to a dull ache, that he relented. Levi unhooked your limp legs from his shoulders and pulled away, wiping at the wetness gathered on his chin and smirking.
A choked laugh forced it’s way out of your lungs, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so smug.”
“What can I say, soldier? I knew you had it in you.”
You groaned, “Please don’t call me that right now.”
“Ha. That’s fair.” Levi stood up and leaned over you, picking you up in a smooth motion. You clung to him as he carried you to the bedroll, it always surprised you how strong he was for a small guy. You definitely weighed more than him but he didn’t seem to struggle or strain as he laid you down, in fact you were grateful for the help because you weren’t a hundred percent sure your legs wouldn’t buckle the second you stepped off that table.
Levi sighed on top of you as he cupped a breast in his hand, grazing his thumb over a nipple. It sent your pussy throbbing all over again and you squeezed your thighs together. His other hand dipped between your legs and gently pried them apart, settling against your cunt with a finger slowly sliding aimlessly as he played with the wetness there, “Are you ready?”
You looked up at him through glossed over eyes, taking a second to comprehend his question, “Hmm? Oh…don’t I need to do something for you?”
“Don’t worry about that, I’m more than ready.” He took your hand and held it against his clothed erection, it was hard and hot in your hand. You squeezed it experimentally and he hissed against your neck.
Slowly fumbling you undid the buttons on his pants, he pulled them off once they were open and pulled off his underwear. You had nobody to compare him to, it’s not like you’d seen an erection in person before, but the thought of anything going inside you like that was an intimidating one. A finger had felt good, but that was considerably smaller.
Levi noticed your worried gaze, “Don’t push yourself if you’re not ready.”
You shook your head and propped yourself up on your elbows, laying a short kiss on the corner of his mouth, “No, I want to. Please keep going.”
Levi seemed a little surprised at the kiss but nodded all the same. He pulled your hips close to his own, taking his cock in one hand and you both watched as he rubbed the head up and down your slit, soaking it. His ragged breath was against your neck when he pushed into you. You took a sharp breath and tried not to clench too hard against him. Levi pulled out slightly and pushed again, reaching further this time. There was no sharp pain, any hymen that you might have had was probably long gone thanks to the frequent horse riding, but the stretch burned momentarily. You clung to him, whimpering.
Levi held your jaw in his palm and tilted your head so you were facing him. It had maybe been 2 weeks? 3? Since he was last in bed with someone, was that why you felt so overwhelmingly tight wrapped around him like this? Or was it because this was your first time and you were tense? Either way he was having to actively concentrate on not jerking his hips into yours until they were flat against each other. It was a lesson in patience that was surprisingly hard.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, his tone strained.
You shook your head slowly and let out a shaky breath. Levi nodded, his jaw clenched, “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, gulping down a gasp when he started moving again. People do this all the time? Did it always feel like this? Every pull of his cock dragging inside you, every thrust fitting more of himself inside, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you close enough to feel the drag of his chest against yours. It was so overwhelming and absolutely stunning. No wonder the scout regiment was practically a box hamsters, if it felt like this why had you waited so long? Embarrassment? Fear? None of that mattered now. You whined pitifully and wrapped your legs around Levi’s waist, toes curling as hit a spot deep inside that made your stomach twitch.
“There, Levi. Please…!” Any intention to control your voice at this point was null, it felt too good. At first you told yourself that the others probably wouldn’t hear because the tents were slightly removed from the campfire but it was becoming harder to care.
Levi’s lips grazed the side of your neck as he muttered, “These tents are pretty thin, might want to keep your voice down.”
You could only moan in response, covering your mouth with your hand as he picked up the pace. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled by your every reaction. Most times this kind of sex was just a release for him, something to take his mind off a busy day. He suspected it was that way for most people he slept with as well. This felt different however, watching you lose yourself for the first time had him concentrating on every whine, every press of your nails into his back, every time you clenched around him. At first it was because he wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable but now he was relishing it. With a body that had never been touched like this before you were melting in his hands, genuinely reacting to every small touch and word. This wasn’t a quick fuck to forget the days work, he was losing himself in you too.
Levi pulled your hand from your mouth and held it to the floor, crashing his lips against yours, tongue immediately thrusting its way through your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut and pulled him closer, moaning into his mouth. His hand found your hips and lifted them up to meet his own, you cried out at the added impact and he stopped, but before he could pull away you cocked your hips to meet his, again and again. A familiar heat was building in your stomach and everything about this was starting to turn sloppy. Levi’s hips jerked irregularly and there was no rhythm with his kiss, just the need to be inside you in more ways than one. You could feel his hips grinding against your own, giving you the push you needed. You shudder around him and let yourself be taken away with it, legs completely slack in his grip as he continues to pump into you.
Levi grunted into your mouth and pulled away urgently and you watched, dazed, as he pulled out and pushed your thighs together. He wastes no time sticking his cock in between your thighs, desperately fucking them before groaning with his damp forehead pressed against your calves, white seed running own your legs and onto your stomach. The tent is quiet except for the heavy panting from both of you. Your eyes fall shut for a moment and you stare at the roof of the tent with glazed eyes as you try to get a hold of your breathing. You can feel his cum running down your thighs and you mewl in discomfort, twitching your leg.
“Sorry.” Levi, who up until this point was very much using your legs for support, begrudgingly lets them go, “I’ll get you something.”
He barely got up to reach for a scrap of cloth before turning back around and lifting your limp leg once more. You don’t have the energy to protest, and watch as he wipes your skin clean. In any other situation this would have embarrassed you, or felt gross but after being so close it felt like a tender kindness and it only reinforced the feeling that tonight wasn’t a desperate act you’d regret but something you’ll look back on fondly. You found yourself giggling lightly.
“What’s so funny?” Levi frowned.
“Wiping me down like I’m immobile.” You hummed, a smile still playing on your lips.
“Aren’t you?” He said, waving a limp foot back at you with a smirk.
You laughed with your whole chest then and Levi rewarded your laugh with his own rare one before slumping back on an elbow, running his free hand through his sticky locks.
“How was your first time?” He murmured sincerely.
“I’m glad I did it.” You smiled sleepily, “I thought you didn’t kiss though.”
Levi grunted in response, his lids hanging heavy over his eyes. He had said that. “It felt right, then.”
You hummed, “It was nice.” You yawned, lying down like this for much longer was a dangerous idea, “I should get my clothes.”
Levi looked at you, brows furrowed in confusion, before he realised you intended to leave now. “Oh.”
“I mean, I probably should get back to my own tent.” You laughed shyly, pushing yourself up in search of something to cover yourself with.
You quickly found your clothes and slipped them back on, not bothering to button up your shirt all the way. Levi bit back the urge to scold you over the state of your uniform.
He watched idly as you pulled back the tent flap and cautiously looked outside before turning back to him with a smile, “Thank you.” You said softly. You dipped your head underneath leaving it to swing shut.
Levi knew he had no business being bothered by you leaving so quickly, he was usually relieved when people had the good grace to be discreet and see themselves out quietly, but this had felt slightly different and he found himself feeling unsatisfied with that reaction. He sighed, rubbing his jaw with the heel of his hand. Just what had he expected? Levi clicked his tongue at nothing in particular and rolled over, pulling the bedroll over himself.