Chapter Summary: Freaky, naughty pondside smut. (top!Levi)

Author's Note: As promised: the infamous Chapter Seven. Enjoy, just like Levi enjoyed the taste of you :)

(please excuse formatting, will fix later.)

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Midnight.

You cupped the cool river water in your palm and splashed it across the back of your neck. It was a warm, sweltering night and the refreshingly cool touch of the water felt good, really good, as it rolled along your chest and splattered across your bare thighs. But no matter what you did, you couldn't cool down enough.

You were thinking, and the images of what you would do to Levi once he arrived made a fire flare in your belly. You were sweating as you waded waist-deep around the river. In your mind's eyes, you pictured his eyebrows creasing beneath the weight of his ecstasy, his body tight and warm, his fingers working magic between your legs. You couldn't take it anymore. You had been waiting so anxiously but it was beginning to look as if he wouldn't come.

A shame, really.

You had wanted to see him come.

You knelt and threw yourself belly-down beneath the surface of the water. You rose, gasping, and ran your hands along your throbbing temple. Levi, Levi, god damn Levi. You were desperate to feel his touch again, maybe even obsessively so. The timid days spent in abandoned buildings and forgotten fields hadn't been enough: you wanted to feel his body moving against yours, lips to your ear, hand-in-hand, moaning against your neck...

These thoughts were so overwhelming that your hands moved of their own accord. Down they went, traversing the lines of your chest, the curve of your belly, the warmth between your thighs - you whimpered and held his face in your mind as the soft pulses of electric pleasure consumed you.

But.

You wouldn't take yourself that far. You were incomplete and unsatisfied without Levi, and your horny little dreams did nothing but tantalize and tease your overactive mind. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you stepped out of the pond. You bent down, picked your towel up off of the grassy ground, and ran it once over your head before wrapping it around your body. One day, maybe, you'd get to experience the warmth of his touch again. Or not. But you had taken down eight Titans and the thrill of it still lingered like a heady afterglow.

Whatever.

You lifted the towel and swiped the edge over your face. It was only when it fell away did you see him standing at the edge of the clearing. He was shirtless, and this excited you immeasurably. The moonlight glinted on the sinews of his chest and the smooth, curved valley leading into the loosened fabric of his pants. His belt was hanging limply against his thighs, and you cursed the shadows obscuring his crotch. You wanted to know if he was hard, if the sight of you excited him in the same way that the sight of him aroused you.

He began to walk towards you, his bare feet crunching softly against the bowed grass. There was a sense of urgency in the way that he walked. His eyes - two pale silver coins glittering dangerously in his face - never left yours. He was like a hungry beast stalking its shivering prey.

You grinned wickedly and let the towel fall away from your body. His eyes went wide and he stumbled, but still, he quickened his step until he was standing right in front of you. His expression was raw, desirous, as he looked you up and down, finally drawing his gaze back to your face with raised eyebrows. You had never seen him so open before, and the way that his eyes flashed in the moonlight said more than any words could have ever done.

He reached out and placed his hands on your bare shoulders, tracing them down until they found your elbows, and then your hips. Suddenly, his grip tightened and he pulled you into him.

" Damn ," he hissed. He ran the tip of his nose along your chest, up to your neck, over your jaw as he simply breathed you in. Your lips met briefly, tentatively, and then he pulled back. "Sorry I'm late," he said. His hands were heavy on their place over your hips. "I had to deal with a small matter of business back at the camp. But if I knew that I had this waiting for me-" he suddenly dug his nails into your skin and you whimpered in response. "-I would have dropped everything and come running."

"So what are you gonna do now that you're here," you asked as your fingers curled around the top of his pants. He leaned forward and whispered low in your ear.

"I'm going to do everything."

"Don't make promises that you can't keep," you said, using his own words against him. You yanked his pants downward. You could feel his erection pop out against your thighs and you smiled. So you were right.

The sight of you naked had turned him on immediately.

You wrapped one arm around his back and used the hand of the other to trace his collarbone. You were rolling your hips against him, slowly, so slow, that he began to pant ever so slightly. You held each other's eyes as your finger traced the line between his pecs, the curve of his belly button, the soft curlicue hairs leading down. And then you reached down suddenly and grabbed his cock with a warning squeeze.

" Nnngh ," his shoulders tensed and his eyes flared. You gave another gentle squeeze and he made the noise again, his breath catching in his throat this time. You liked that, having him squirm and pant beneath your touch. It made you feel powerful. And sexy.

He closed his eyes as you began to stroke his cock, gently at first. But it was rhythm that you lusted for so you spit in your hand and then began to stroke him harder. His hands rose to your shoulders and he tightened and loosened his fingers intermittently as you stroked him, his shoulders rising and falling, his breath hitching and stalling: music to your ears. He was losing his control and quickly abandoning his cool.

"You like that?" You said in a voice laced with amusement. "Yeah, you do. Who's your Captain now?"

"Eh?" He said, looking back down on you. He wiped his wrist over his mouth, always holding your eye, and raised an eyebrow. "Should have known you had a thing for talking dirty, y/n."

"What're you gonna do about it?"

"Put a new set of words in your pretty little mouth. Lay down. On your back."

You fell to your knees and then, with a swiftness that caught him off guard, rolled the tip of your tongue along his cock. He sighed and threw his head back as you swallowed him with ease and expertise that surprised even you. He wasn't particularly large, but you liked his shape. It was easy on your tongue and your throat. He muttered something that you couldn't hear and ran his hand over your head as you bobbed back and forth, back and forth, before pulling back and bouncing his dick on your parted, wet lips.

"On your back," he said again, rougher this time, and pushed you backward. The back of your head met the cold ground and you gazed up at the stars. He knelt down between your legs and ran his hand along your belly, your chest, and then found your throat. You loved how he looked just then, kneeling above you, his body sharp and lithe like a taut bowstring. He took you in hungrily with his eyes before dropping down and running his tongue between your thighs.

" Damn ," you sighed and then closed your eyes. His oral expertise was vivifying and exciting, so much so that it put you on edge immediately. You tensed your thighs and let your fingers drop into his hair. "That's it - that's -" a wave of pleasure overtook you and you arched your back with a muffled whine. You raised yourself onto your elbows and pushed him away. He had been edging you, purposefully so. "You know...you're really good at this."

"What did you expect? An amateur?" His face, when he spoke to you, was half-hidden beneath the swell of your belly. All that you could see of him was a set of sharp eyes and a crop of black, wind-streaked hair. He licked his upper lip and then placed his middle finger on his tongue.

"I...yes, I…" you stuttered. You gasped, arched your back again, and ground your fingers in his hair as he eased his finger inside of you. He found the right spot immediately and began to tease it - pulling out, wetting his finger again, pressing it inside, moving it in and out until the sweet, gentle friction was almost too much to bear. Your legs went weak and quivering and you fell back with a hiss.

" Levi !"

"What did I tell you about saying my name like that? Really, now. You never listen." He lifted himself slightly and placed the finger that was inside of you into his mouth. " Mmm ," he said thoughtfully and then sucked his teeth. "But you do taste fantastic."

That was it.

You had never heard him talk or act so naughty before - and it was all because of you. He was yours for the night, no holds barred, and if he wanted to get freaky then you would take full advantage of the moment.

You grabbed his chin and pulled him down so that his face was inches in front of yours. "Fuck me, Levi," you growled. "We don't have a lot of time."

He said nothing to this but a small smile flit across his lips. He leaned down and began to kiss you desperately, frantically, his hands searching you incessantly. He gripped your wrist and held them above your head before bending down and sucking at your neck, your chest, your nipples - everywhere. You moaned and squirmed but he didn't let go. As was his nature, he was a bully and a boss, even when it came to foreplay. The more you moved, the tighter his grip became until both of your knuckles were blanched and straining. He reared up, took one more satisfied look at you, and then jerked your hips up to meet his. He reached between his legs and you ground your body against his in anticipation.

When the moment finally came and he was inside of you, it was like heaven. The initial thrust hurt like hell and you winced. But the pleasure of fulfillment always came after the pain of entrance and soon having him inside of you felt so natural, so right . He sighed amorously and pulled your hips into him again, and again. Each time, you put weight on your shoulders and thrust your body up to meet him. You found your rhythm and soon you were both rocking against each other on the wet, moonlit forest floor. There was nothing romantic this time - on the contrary, it was pure, unadulterated lust that guided you. It was a lust born of waiting, of previous glances met and then dropped, of cold hands used to fumbling and withdrawing, sweaty promises made before reemerging to face the other Scouts.

He wasn't loud, but he wasn't exactly quiet either. He panted heavily as he moved in and out of you - and when his panting became too loud he dropped his chin and bit his lip until blood appeared and dribbled down his chin. He was the type to keep his eyes closed, and this both delighted and surprised you. Because you didn't want him to see just how good it made you feel, how lost you were in the adrenaline of finally fucking him.

Yes, your ego still lingered around you like an invisible cloak.

You pushed yourself up and then twisted around onto your hands and knees. He lost no time. He was behind you in an instant, one hand reaching around to play with you, the other guiding his cock back into you. You wiggled your hips against his body and he smacked your ass playfully.

"Good [boy/girl/y/n]" he smacked you again and your body jolted at the feeling. "I might just have to promote you."

"To what?"

He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "My own personal plaything."

You had been biting your bottom lip. Now, you let it slide playfully from between your teeth. Seeing this seemed to do something to him. He reached around, grabbed your chin, and yanked your head back against his chest.

"You…" he panted and rolled his hips against you. "...drive…" he thrust again and you closed your eyes. "...me…" you were so crazy for him, and he felt it. "... crazy ." He put his hands on the back of your shoulders and began to fuck you harder, so hard that the tufts of grass were ripped apart between your fingers. You ducked your head between your arms and then threw it back. That was it - it was the sound that he made just then that pushed you over the edge.

You whimpered desperately against your orgasm. His grip on your hips tightened and you looked back just in time to see him throw his head back. The moonlight sparkled against the sweat rolling down his neck and he cried out - so loud that it made the birds rise from the trees.

"Damn it, Levi," you reared up onto your knees, twisted around, and slapped your hand over his mouth. You both knelt there in silence, your arms around each other, and simply listened. The Scouts in the camp further back had gone quiet. You could just barely make out the firelight from between the trees.

"Did you guys hear that?" You heard someone - Sasha, by the sound of it - say.

"Must be some animals fighting," another one answered back.

"Or fucking."

There was a round of laughter from the camp and the noise resumed. You looked at Levi and then looked away with an abashed giggle. "Control yourself," you muttered as you drew your finger along his chest. He was still breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He pushed your hand away from his mouth and took a deep breath in.

"With you," he whispered back, "it always seems like I can't."

"So what do you say?" You said in a teasing voice as you swirled your finger around his nipple. "Down for round two?"

He swiped his hand over his sweaty face, took a deep breath in, and then nodded. "Round two," he said as he pushed you down onto your back. "Damn it all, y/n, I think I'm in love with you."

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Ending Note: I totally admit to writing every cliche known to plague smutty/romance Wattpad writers, lol. But that's not stopping me from writing a modern day AU fic where you meet Levi in a bar and -

Well, anyway. We'll get to that later.

Thanks for reading, y'all! Appreciate ya.