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You didn't expect anything from the day. In fact, you had nearly forgotten, had it not been for all the ladies humming about excitedly, raving about the flowers in their arms, and the men nervously pacing the halls. The air is filled with anticipation and strong perfumes and colognes as the soldiers swarmed the hallways and barracks vibrantly.
Valentine's Day, huh?
A grin finds its way to your face, recalling the holiday. It's always been a sweet tradition the world carries on, and the soldiers certainly needed the distraction from the daily horrors and routines they find themselves in. Stretching, you saunter out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to wash your face and get ready for the day. You brush your teeth quickly, and as you peer into the mirror, a certain captain's face pops into mind, and you pause briefly. You spit the toothpaste out, putting the toothbrush away, and sigh.
Should I?
What's the harm? Maybe I could indulge a little too.
After some deliberation, you grab your shoes and rush out the door, praying the shops wouldn't be too busy on a day like this.
He could use a gift, whether he wants to or not.
You're glad the old headquarters are close to the shopping stalls. It's nearing mid-day, and some of the shops are beginning to close for lunch, but that also means it's not as crowded as it would have been. You take your time, speaking to different merchants and asking questions. Maybe you could get him some sweets, but upon further thought, you aren't sure what sweets he likes. The smell of baked pastries wafts through the air, and you pause at a flower stall. Frustratingly, you aren't sure what flowers he likes either, if he likes them at all. Pacing through the stalls left you deep in thought pertaining to what to gift the captain. He is closed off, even to those close to him.
Even to me...
You shake this thought off, contemplating about what he may find useful instead.
Maybe.... a new book? He likes to read...when he has the time. Shit.
You don't even know what he likes to read. There aren't many stalls open now, and you're beginning to panic, not wanting to waste too much time. Passing by a few more stalls, you continue to ponder on the things that he may like. 'He's certainly difficult to shop for...' you think bitterly. You keep browsing, before stumbling upon a stall that catches your eye, selling beautiful handmade teapots.
Oh, of course. You roll your eyes, a smile sneaking it's way to your face. Of course, he never goes without a cup of tea.
You browse the stall, carefully examining each teapot, until you settle on one in the back, untouched. It was made of finely crafted glass, painted with a pair of swans, and it sat with a certain... respect to it. You make small talk with the kind merchant, and she carefully packs it away in a lovely pink box.
Is this even appropriate?
We only just started sleeping together....
Would he even be getting me a gift?
Does he know what I like?
Does he even pay attention to me like that?
Why am I trying to justify this?
Maybe.... he deserves it just because.
You walked mindlessly back to the Survey Corps headquarters, getting lost in the thoughts swirling around in your head. You dizzy yourself, realizing you're thinking too hard about this, and you settle on a bench, deciding to enjoy the mild temperatures outside today. Spring is coming sooner than anticipated, and it shows. You note the pleasant smell of blossoming flowers, and the way the ducks and swans are back at the pond, aimlessly swimming. The breeze is gentle, only barely gracing the long overgrown field of grass. Bees and butterflies are emerging once more, busying themselves with the tasks of pollinating, making sure to leave gifts to bloom later. Some overfed stray cats are basking in the warm sunlight, and a small group of kids are fishing at the end of the pond. It feels nice to have such a normal day, given the nature of your job. Feeling a little bit calmer, you stand, gathering your belongings before continuing down the long dirt road, leading to the stables.
"Have fun shopping?" A voice hollers from the stable.
You peak over the horse stall, finding some of Levi's new squad cleaning the enclosure. You smirk, an eyebrow popping up in question. Sasha and Connie pause momentarily, looking at you with misery.
"Punishment?" You inquiry. The two exhausted teens groan and nod. Chuckling, you give them some space as they carried out a bucket of...whatever that was.
"I did, indeed, enjoy my shopping, thanks. I have a little bit of extra work catch up on though, so I can't stay and chat, sorry. I'll see you guys at dinner." You answered, waving goodbye to them as they muttered to each other. You need to run a quick errand before heading to your office. Stopping before Levi's room, you knock gently. No answer. You peak inside quietly, hoping not to disturb the man, and luckily find his room empty. Placing the pink box on his bed, you shuffled out of the room, and hurriedly walked back to your haven. Reaching the door to your bedroom, you quickly enter, ang heave a quick sigh, your heart racing.
Why am I so nervous?
You decide not to ponder that question, and deciding to distract yourself with work, you enter your office, locking the door behind you so as to not be distracted.
The rest of your night consisted of sitting in your office, filling out paperwork, mostly just training reports for the new recruits, reading over proposals for expeditions and Hange's experiment reports. Sitting up, you stretch, hoping to relieve some of the strain in your neck and back. The cramp in your hand is finally beginning to subside after putting the pen down, and you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe. The once pleasant breeze from your open window has now turned into a bitter cold, reminding you of the countless hours you just lost to work. Glancing at the clock, it reads 6:34 pm. Dinner is almost over. You stand up, stretching one more time before making your way to your actual room, hoping to put on a more comfortable change of clothes. You open your dresser, and reach for an off white dress you hadn't worn in a while. Slipping out of your uniform took some time, and the straps has made their usual dents in your skin. You spend some time rubbing a balm on them to ease the discomfort, and slip into your dress and a soft red sweater. Your stomach rumbled, and you turn to walk out of your room, headed for the dining hall.
"You're finally here! Dinner is just about gone, y'know?" Jean greets. The rest of Levi's squad is here now, saving you a spot. Smiling gratefully, you take a seat on the table, and listen to the debate currently happening between Sasha, Connie, and Eren. Locking eyes with Armin, he shrugs, choosing not to involve himself as Eren tries to recruit him to his side of the debate. You continue listening, eagerly eating the food they saved for you before it goes cold. Most of the dining hall has cleared out, and the few remaining are casting dirty looks in the direction of your table as the three continue to raise their voices, getting more heated as the debate progresses into an argument. Mikasa is beginning to try to calm Eren down, and Sasha and Connie have now dragged Jean into the argument, only infuriating Eren more. You start to tune out the argument, instead choosing to converse with Armin and Krista as the chaos begins to die out.
"By the way, someone left you some gifts this evening. It's on the end of the table. Has your name written on the envelope." Krista mentions, pointing at the pile of gifts.
Gifts? For me?
A bouquet of flowers, an envelope, chocolates, and a batch of chocolate strawberries lie at the end of the table.
"Squad Captain has a secret admirer!" Connie jokes, poking your head. Shoving his hand away, your cheeks are suddenly warm, and you reach out to look at the envelope sitting in the bouquet. You open it, and there is no signature, although with the perfect handwriting, there's no mistaking who sent it. You giggle softly, reading the note.
'You're pretty. I hope you like the shitty chocolates.' it reads. You shake your head, eyes leering over the gifts he left.
"Who is it?" Jean interrogates, trying to peer at the note. You fold it back up, tucking it in your pocket.
"There's no signature. They must want to remain anonymous." You answer, still laughing. So, he did get me something. The thought makes you smile more. You sit on the table, popping a chocolate in your mouth, swirling the taste around and savoring it, and the rest of the squad decide to turn in for the night. They wave as you part ways, and you try a chocolate strawberry next. Biting into the treat, Levi enters the room, carrying an empty teacup. He glances up, briefly making eye contact before he turns away quickly, his ears turning pink. Smirking in his direction, you finish the strawberry, while he rummages in the cabinet. He looks back at you for a moment, grumbling in disapproval.
"You know I hate when you sit there....the chairs are right there." He mutters, avoiding looking at you for too long.
You lick the juice of your fingers, snickering. "I know." You watch him eagerly, and he rolls his eyes at your teasing tone.
"Y'want some?" he offers, still not looking at you. He grabs a cup for you anyways, knowing your answer, and you hum approvingly.
"Yes please."
You watch him intensely from behind as he busies himself with the tea. The sweet, tangy scent of green tea fills the air, and you hop of the table, the box of chocolates still in hand. Leaning against the wall, still watching him, you stand a little closer. Levi barely glances at you when you speak.
"Thank you for the gift. I am enjoying the shitty chocolates." You gently teased, and his ears turn pink once more.
"You better. They were expensive." He mumbles, pouting into his cup.
He looked so cute when he pretended to be aloof. You stared at him more, watching him take a sip of his drink. For a brief moment, you lose all inhibition and grab him by the chin, forcing him to turn and look at you.
"What the hel-" He begins, but you interrupt him.
"Open." you order.
He stares at you with a shocked expression. You stare back expectantly, waiting for him to follow your command. He opens his mouth with hesitation as you push a small piece of chocolate in his mouth. The room is silent aside from the wind blowing through the open windows. The room feels hotter, and Levi's pants feel like they are two sizes too small suddenly. He can't believe he's enjoying this, and he shuts his mouth hastily. His eyes are wide in disbelief as you lean forward, not breaking the eye contact. You reach behind him to grab the tea he prepared for you, and you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear.
"Happy Valentine's Day." You part with a soft kiss on his cheek before turning to walk to your room.
He watches you walk away, trying to regain some kind of feeling back in his legs. Your hips always had a natural sway when you walked, and it never failed to hypnotize him. He decides he can't wait any longer, and he chases after you, hoping to catch you.
How lucky for me, he thinks, that my room is closer to the dining hall than yours is.
He catches up to you, and swiftly catches your wrist before stumbling for his key to his room. He manages to fish the small key out of his pocket, and throws the both of you into his lowly lit office. Levi locks the door behind him and wipes everything off his desk, not that there was much there to begin with, and swiftly bending you over his desk. He holds you in place while you gasp. Time isn't flowing the way it should. So much has happened in the span of only a few moments. Did you mean to rile him up like this? Neither of you know, but you aren't complaining. He leans over your body, pressing into your backside and panting heavily in your ear.
"That was real fucking brave of you." He says sharply, dragging his nails down your arms to your wrists before forcing them to the desk, above your head. You know what's coming, and you give a smile, eyes half-lidded in lust. Your face is smushed against the desk, and drool is making its way out of the corner of your mouth.
"I know..." you're salivating more now, and you drag the last syllable out, feeling his cock twitch at the eroticism of your voice. He can't help it, a small sound leaves his mouth, his senses becoming overwhelmed at the sight and sound of you. You look delicious, your hair is awry, and you're behaving so well for him. You press against him softly, urging him to do more, and he can't resist pushing back. His clothed cock feels so sensitive already, and the feeling of you rubbing against him only drags another soft groan out of him. When he pulls away, you whimper, but he pulls you off the desk with haste, tugging on your clothes.
"Take this shit the f-fuck off." He groans, pulling your dress above your head. He's impatient, and his hand dives into your panties, finding you already dripping with need.
"Hav'nt even fucking done anything 'n you're already this wet?" He's bewildered, barely able to get the words out as you whine out his name. He could cum right now, and it takes a great amount of restraint not to. You're sitting on the edge of his desk now, grinding into his fingers as they delicately play with your clit. It's not enough for you, it never is, and when he pulls away you feel as though you could cry from the loss of contact. He needs you now though, and he briskly turns you back around over the desk. He pulls your panties all the way off, and frees his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants, sighing in relief as he palms his now weeping head. Wasting no time, he lays a hand flat on your back as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in with need, and his thick cock twitches as he bottoms out, trying not to finish right here and now. There was no time given to adjust, and he set a slow pace. Every thrust left you breathless as he was merciless with his strength. He was needy, and probably pent up from the last few days you haven't seen each other, and it shows as he continues to bully your walls.
"All fucking day I've waited for you. I even looked for you until someone told me you were out. Was that you that left the teapot? Is this what you were hoping for?" He groans, feeling your walls clench around him. You cry out for more, and he gives in, speeding his pace up slightly. You take him so obediently, and he can't stop his mouth from running. His touch feels hot as he drags his hand to rest on your hips, giving them a squeeze. Your walls are strangling him now, and he knows you're getting close. His moans are now turning into throaty groans at the feeling, leaning over you. A warm ball of pressure is building up in your core, and it's going to snap any moment. Your thighs are soaked now, and Levi manages to fuck you harder, forcing you into your climax.
He leans into your ears, his voice purring with craving. "Already so fucking close. C'nt believe what a fucking needy slut you are," He drags a hand around your waist, reaching for your puffy clit. It's throbbing with need, and he circles it with the pads of his fingers. It's the last thing you need for you to snap, and you release a string of cries and whimpers, begging for him to keep going as he applies just the right amount of pressure. ", I've got you, sweetheart. Cum your fucking brain out for me" he taunts, feeling your walls squeeze him one last time. You squirt around is cock, and he pulls out of you, watching as you finish. The sight is almost holy to him, and he needs more from you. You aren't finished coming, but he pushes two fingers into your sensitive cunt, fingering you mercilessly while using his other hand to hold you down. You thrash, the feeling of overstimulation taking over now. It's hot and cold almost, and the pleasure mixes with the electric pain it sends through your nerve endings. It's addictive, and Levi knows it. He doesn't let up until your walls have stopped spasming around his thick fingers, and he pulls them out gently before crouching to give your cunt a few soft licks from behind. He stands back up, reaching around to your mouth.
"Open." He mocks, giving you a taste of your own medicine. You look back at him, parting your lips, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth. He moans softly at the warmth of your tongue circling his digits as you suck on them. It's erotic, it takes over his body and he retracts his fingers from your plump lips. Instead, he entangles them in your hair, pulling your head up as he bullies his cock back into your cunt. You feel full of him again, and it's a feeling that leaves you craving for him every night now. His hips snap back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs, once more setting a hard, but slow, pace. He's fucking into you with a desperation, and the only sounds in the room are the mix of both of your moans and the slapping of wet skin. He's licking long, wet stripes up your back and over your shoulder, and then biting and nibbling at your neck. He sucks in one spot, making you jolt a little, and your pussy flutters at the feeling. He moans softly, making sure to leave a mark there.
It's overwhelming. He's overwhelming. His scent pervades all your senses, the smell of soap and clean laundry. There is a soft lingering of mint, left over from his toothpaste and mouthwash. The warmth of his chest on your back embraces you, and he feels like a cozy blanket draped over you in the cold winter. It is overwhelming, but you need more.
You reach behind you, needing to touch him, to feel him. Your fingers briefly run down his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex and release in time with every powerful thrust. The sloppy sounds of your skin meeting his penetrates the atmosphere. He captures your wandering hand, placing it back onto his desk, and he interlaces your fingers together. Somehow it feels more intimate, a brief innocence in the current lewd state you two were in. His lips wonder in search of skin he hasn't, yet tasted tonight, and he leaves kisses on the nape of your neck and over your shoulders. It's tender, a stark contrast to the harsh thrusts he gives you. Your head grows dizzy, and his thrusts grow more erratic. He kisses your cheek, and then your ear.
"You got this sweetheart, I know you can take it," His voice is lascivious, an ever growing desperation beginning to take over his mind. ", you can give me one more right, sweetheart? Please, just one more." He groans softly. He's begging you. Ordinarily, he keeps his composure when you sleep with him, and this is a new side of him that you can't deny that you love. The desk has moved a few inches now, and the force of Levi's thrusts continues to shake the desk. Levi's head is swimming with need and he feels as if he could get lost in the feeling of your cunt. He cant think of anything except how good you feel around him, drowning in the sweet sounds of you begging for more. The sweet smell of your soaps and lotions fill his senses. The salt of your sweat covered skin covers his tongue. He could never get enough.
He's never felt like this, not for anyone. He's always thought you were pretty. He watched you intensely in training, and then watched you fight during the battles and expeditions. Yu were strong, there's no denying it. Your strength and perseverance got you where you are now, his co-captain. You kept him company when he worked the long hours of the night on paperwork, offering to help thin out his load (in more than one way) and learning to brew his tea the way he likes. Sometimes you would even just bring a book and chat with him when there was no sleep to be had. He enjoyed your company more than he let on, and he couldn't imagine not having you around. He get lost in these thoughts the same way he gets lost in your body, his face burying into your messy hair as he fucked you into oblivion. The scent of your locks brings him back to reality, as does the almost painful throbbing of his cock pistoling in and out of you. He wraps his arm around your waist pulling you up, back flush against his chest. Using his free hand, he turns your face to him and smashes his lips against yours. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, and you swallow his moans gratefully. Your lips are so perfect, he thinks. They feel like pillowy clouds against his own slightly chapped ones. He pulls away, gasping for breath. His face is contorted in pleasure, his mouth hangs open as more moans fall out, one after the other. He looks so beautiful like this, with his thin brows pierced together, eyes screwed shut. A thin layer of sweat covers his fucked out state, and his hair, now messy, is beginning to stick to his forehead. you reach an arm up, dragging your nails through his freshly shaved undercut as he hisses and throws his head back. His eyes are locked with yours, and he cant look away from your just as fucked out state.
"After this f-fucking war, 'm g'nna marry you. I fucking sw-wear," He groans out. His voice is raspy now, barely able to finish his sentences without stammering. ", 'm gonna put a- fuck- a fucking b-baby in you." He can't hardly talk now, but he keeps running his mouth.
"Y-ou want that? Fucking shit baby. Is th-at what you want?" Levi chokes on his words as you clench around him at his words. His hand reaches forward to toy at your clit again. "Tell me what you w-want, please." He whispers. God, he's fucking begging again. He's so close now.
"P-please, Levi please I w-ant that. I want you." You plead with him. You can't look away from his face, he's so gorgeous. You hope he keeps that promise.
His moans are higher in pitch now at your pleading words, and his voice is cracking more with each moan. He wants to cum so bad it's driving him insane. He knows you're so close to coming again, and he needs you to. He won't finish until you do. He watches your face contort when he adds more pressure to your clit, timing his circling fingers in tandem with his thrusts. Tears threaten to spill over, your eyes glassy. His other hand hasn't left your hip, and you're sure he's leaving bruises. You don't mind though. It's the single most grounding thing he's doing, and certainly not the most noticeable. Tears have started rolling down your cheeks, and Levi can't think of any time you were more beautiful than now. It's a scene that burns itself into his memory.
"L-Levi ple-ease cum. Cum inside me please." You weep. You feel your climax approaching rapidly, and Levi's hips are getting sloppy. His hand takes one thigh and lifts your leg to the desk, giving him a new angle to fuck you deeper.
"You want that, angel? Keep saying my fucking name. Let everyone hear you," He groans. ", I'll fill this pretty cunt up just for you, angel."
His name is repeated like a prayer you can't stop chanting. Every nerve is on fire, and you're coming before you realize it. You feel your body shaking as your orgasm washes over you. You keep crying Levi's name out, unable to think or say anything else. There's only him. The spasming of your cunt grants him his own release as he cries out, throwing his head back. He swears more than he ever has as his hips falter and stutter, rutting his orgasm into you. There is no rhythm now, and you feel a burst of warmth as he cums. Whines fall out over and over from Levi, and his pants are frantic as he comes down from his high. It's uncontrollable, probably more than he's ever cum in his life as he shoots the last ropes of cum into you. Levi's body slumps into you, still twitching and shaking, whimpering softly as he buries his head into your shoulder. The two of you are so fucked out, still processing your orgasms. Sweat is dripping down both of you, and he finally pulls away. You giggle when he pulls out of you, hissing quietly from the brief stimulation. His cum drips out slowly, and he's captivated by the image. Levi drags two digits over your hole, swiping the leftover before pushing his cum back in. Pulling his fingers out, he leans over you again, kissing your back, then your shoulder, and your neck, before making his way up to your lips. Opening your eyes, you peer at him, smiling sweetly and Levi's heart nearly explodes. He examines your face, and takes a breath. He pulls away, if he didn't, he might have just died right there staring at you. Looking down, he turns with an almost hidden smile, only partially hidden by his hair.
"Tch, c'mon. Bed." He orders gently. You heave a short laugh at him.
"No bath?" You tease.
"Mm. Later. 'm too tired. W'nna sleep." He murmurs. He turns back to face you, slipping his arm under your legs to carry you to his bed. He places you inside the duvet, whispering softly to you.
"I'll be right back. Stay here."
The duvet is fluffy and soft, he doesn't use it enough for it to lose its shape. You wish he would, but you'll settle for the faint traces of his shampoo on the pillow. Sleep is beginning to take over you body, but Levi returns, dressed in pajama pants and carrying a wet rag and a glass of water. He sits on the edge of the bed, dragging the wet cloth over your skin, erasing the now-dried sweat. He takes careful measure to be gentle when he reaches your intimacy again, and you jump a little at the coldness. He glances at you, reading your face to make sure you're okay, but you only give him a reassuring nod. He sits up again, handing you the water and watching as you chug some down and offering him the rest. Accepting it, he takes a few swigs and finishes it. Levi shifts, crawling into the covers with you and pulls your body closer to him, and you rest your head in his shoulder.
"Happy Valentines." He mutters softly, stroking your hair. You hum in contentment, and shut your eyes, reveling in his gentle touch. He never treats you with anything but tenderness, and you've grown to appreciate it. You two see so much violence, it's only fair you seek out the opposite. Moments pass by as your thoughts scatter like this, but a question is lingering on your mind. Before sleep takes over, you glance up at Levi, and he looks down at you.
"Did you mean it?" You question, sleepiness filling your quiet voice.
"Mean what?"
"After the war is over. Did you mean that?" You ask again. He hums and turns his body on his side to face you. His fingers thread through your hair as he takes a moment to think.
"Of course. Only if you want that too..." He answers. He wears a look of exhaustion, but a blush has creeped its way to his cheeks. It's cute, and you take note of his sleepy voice. Its smooth and deeper, laced with sleep too.
"I do....I do want that...." you whisper shyly, unable to meet his eyes. He pulls you into his chest, placing a tender kiss to your forehead.
"Then it's settled." He whispers into your hair. It's the first time you have actually slept together, and in his bed no less. It certainly won't be the last time.