Caught
The sharpened edge of the knife pressed against the skin of his neck, right on top of his jugular. One sudden move would most definitely end him. Levi looked at her wrist right below his sharp chin, and then at her unblinking eyes. He could sense the rush of adrenaline she was probably feeling right about now, as well as the quivering of the blade. Mikasa was lucky he trusted her.
"I'd call you the grim reaper, if your cape were black instead of green," he implied.
"Black is my favorite color after all," she murmured in agreement.
"I thought it was gray?"
"No."
"Oh?"
She nodded, as if the two were having a heart to heart conversation. He felt his brow narrow into an ominous glare at her blunt insolence. In the warm light of his oil lamp, Levi could almost see a younger, more untamed version of himself within her pupils. Mikasa was leaning so close to him, much to her disadvantage. The skin began to hurt under the pointed metal. Levi's manhood shifted upward.
"Put it down," he said quietly.
"I intend to, once I'm finished with you."
"Try it, and I'll assume you'll want a beating like Jaeger."
"He has nothing to do with this."
"Perhaps not, seeing as you look at me more than at him."
"Only because you stare back."
"Enough is enough." Levi stated, annoyed that she pointed out his staring habit. Rough hands grabbed both her wrists, the one near him and the other upholding her palm on his desk. He rose from his chair, hauling her body towards the wall next them, and pushing her back against the oak wood.
He pried the weapon from Mikasa's grip, turning the tables.
"Tch, what am I to do with you? The possibilities…" He hummed.
"You could always let me go," she suggested.
"And what good would that do? I can't let you go running around stabbing people, much less to those you look up to," he said.
"I feel like you have no regard in that," she mocked.
"Since you're so bold, and I'm so impressed by your blatant disrespect for me," he made sure to stress those two words, "then how about I prove your point?"
Switching the knife so that it dangled in between his ring and middle finger, Levi gripped a hold of her shirt collar. He pulled her upwards, until her feet were barely touching the floor. She was unable to kick as his legs trapped her shins.
A pained expression painted itself on Mikasa's face. Her hands flew to his knuckles, blunt nails trying to pry them off. Levi only tightened his grip.
"Just bear through it, Ackerman. I believe in you." He taunted, amused by her reactions.
She struggled in his grasp, shoving him hard but to no avail. He held her like that, for a long, long while so Mikasa could suffer in that painful position.
"Put—me—down-" she grunted.
"Fine."
Levi released her collar and she collapsed to the floor, right by his polished boots. She could see her distressed reflection on them. He knelt down in front of her, gathering black clumps of hair in his grasp. Levi forced the oriental beauty's head back by yanking on the crown of her head.
"Threatening someone of higher status, with a weapon no less, is intolerable. You will have to face the consequences, preferably by me," Levi continued.
This time, the razor rested on her soft jaw line. His firm grip on the handle dragged the steel against her flesh. A row of blood droplets began seeping from the thin rupture. Mikasa hissed, but made no movement to stop him. She happily welcomed the frigid kiss of the blade, until finally, it ceased.
Something soft and warm met her jaw. Fingers grasped her chin, pushing her head to the side as he licked her wound gently. His dark locks tickled Mikasa's cheek. Levi felt the cropped part of his head being played with and he allowed it, closing his eyelids at the sensation. Their lips met by accident, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath. Levi shifted, not sure if this was something he was aiming for. An arm slung on his nape, though. Mikasa brought him closer. She could taste her blood on his lip as the fluid mixed around their mouths with saliva.
The cutter met the ground. Levi pulled her legs wider, propping them on his broad shoulders. He pushed her muscled body more onto the wall, keeping her in place. The clean scent emitting from him clouded Mikasa's senses. A ragged breath left her dark red lips, mingling on Levi's slight stubble. He clamped his teeth between the girl's ear, licking it and sucking.
The tent in his uniform became painful, and he thrust into her crotch, drawing a loud, vocal moan from her. She tugged his belt loose, pulling the leather apart so she could unzip his fly. Levi placed his hands on either side of her as her fingers teased his stiff member. They squeezed his shaft, moving the sensitive skin upward. Levi yanked her trousers lower. He grabbed his cock, massaging it in his palm and then without warning, he pushed into her slit. Mikasa spasmed at the sudden intrusion. She groaned when he rolled his hips roughly, spreading the forming pleasure everywhere in her belly.
"Oh—oh," she moaned.
"I know," he gasped.
A sharp heat expanded in her center, threatening to unleash. Levi shoved his cock faster, his sighs joining her labored ones. A deep groan left his throat as he gave another final, brutal thrust. Mikasa shrieked his title a handful of times, his mouth planting itself over the woman's in order to swallow her delightful sounds. He kissed Mikasa hungrily, twisting his tongue around her fruitless one. When the two parted, a string of saliva was attached to their bruised lips.