Warning: NSFW / Smut ahead.
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Historia
Lost in the rush of their emotions, the pair was soaked from the rain and had taken refuge in the large garden shack beside Historia's little garden. The sound of the storm pounded against the roof as Levi scouted the mess around them for something to use to dry off. Now that their passions had calmed, Historia realized just how uncomfortable her wet clothes were. She hardly wanted to move, hating the feeling of her sticky clothes tightly against her.
In order to take her mind off of the discomfort, she looked at their temporary shelter. It was almost like a small house – there were piles of metal boxes scattered to the left, a mess of random items and wires, tools and packs of dirt and the likes. But there were two tiny windows on both ends and the ground wasn't dirt but wood – although it looked aged.
"Here." Levi barked, snapping the blonde from her cogitations. She was given a thin, medium sized towel. Luckily she was small in stature. She went to wander for a private spot to undress and located beyond the boxes and mess, a hearth with wood beside it – collecting dust.
"Long before you opened the orphanage-"Historia jumped from Levi's voice that snuck up from behind her.
"- this used to be a soldier's shack where at least 15 men would share the space. That was before the Wings of Freedom grew in size anyways."
Before Historia could say anything, Levi produced a few cloaks of the old Wings of Freedom uniform that had been dumped there in forgotten boxes.
"Get changed into this before you get sick. I will clean up the fireplace and get it started."
"What about you?"
"I will change after."
Historia folded the cloak around her arm and walked off to a corner far from Levi. There she unfolded the piece of clothing and realize there was also a white button up that was part of the uniform; but no pants. Historia slithered out of her wet clothes, suspending them on the makeshift clothes line above before getting dressed. The white shirt was oversized – but at least she was dry. The sound of the storm outside consumed the silence around her and as she was buttoning up her shirt, she was reminded of their passionate make out session.
Her face grew hot the more vividly she remembered how Levi's lips felt against hers. Naturally, her soft digits reached up and traced her lips as if she could still feel the hot vibration of their embrace tingling on them. Her mind painted the image she saw of him when she peeked from behind her eyelids; at how intense his eyes looked even when they were closed as he kissed her. She remembered noticing how long his eyelashes were in that moment.
Such an odd thing to think about.
Historia shuffled in place, eyes peering to the ground as if it would shake the thoughts she was having. But immediately she was drawn back to their make out session; dissecting the moment by replaying it over and over in her head as if to commit it to memory. She could have imagined it – but she swore he moaned a little when her tongue accidentally brushed against his lips.
"Historia."
"YES!?" she jumped out of her skin, immediately shoving away her hungry thoughts in a panic as if he was able to read her mind. She turned to look at him almost instinctively but then felt stupid for doing so because she was a blushing mess. He stared with his normal glare but his prolonged gaze following the silence made her anxiety only grow.
"S-sorry you just scared me haha." She chuckled nervously as he continued to stare quietly. It was making her melt so her eyes wavered back to the ground as she attempted to find composure.
"…I got the fire started. Come on." He said casually while turning on his heel and walking between the mess of boxes and sacks.
Historia sat in front of the fire, feeling its warmth as her thoughts remained on her secret little daydream. She tugged the green cloak closer around her when she heard his footsteps coming.
"I did not find any canned rations in the boxes so if you're hungry…you're screwed until the storm lets up." He said airily, taking a seat a few feet away.
"No…I'm fine."
There was silence besides the crackling of the fire. Historia boldly looked in his direction and realized that Levi never changed his clothes.
"Levi! Why are you still in wet clothes?!" She cried out.
"…Why else?" He spoke not looking in her direction. "I gave you everything I found."
His tone always seemed annoyed and she took it personally regardless of the fact. She bowed her head and said in a solemn tone.
"Oh…I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" She looked at him once again. His tone did not soften but his words did relieve her a little. That was, until he continued by saying, "I was able to completely see through your top." And Historia blushed immediately and felt like covering herself more when she realized he was able to see her body before.
"We-well then, thank you!" She said in an uncomfortable tone.
"At least you're not crying anymore…" His voice softened and Historia stared at him with such curiosity. She wondered how his mind operated – how he was capable of being so viciously calloused but also extremely tender and thoughtful at the same time.
Which part of him did he naturally feel first?
Was it the selfless, compassionate strands of his heart that he had to force aside to survive?
Or did he learn kindness through all of the evil he had to bear witness to?
She stared, noticing that water was dripping from the ends of his hair. Slowly her eyes observed him; his white button up was soaked through, tightly clinging to the muscles of his arms; accentuating the curves and indents of his chiseled body. The water contoured his body as it dripped down his clavicle. Her eyes stared with hunger and she bit her lips with impetuosity as he started to unloosen the top buttons of his shirt. Historia swallowed her intruding thoughts and removed the green cloak from her shoulders. Levi leaned comfortably against the box, sighing in relief as he went to relax. Catching him by surprise, she knelt in front of him before saying,
"You should think of yourself sometimes." Historia inched closer, unknowingly placing herself between his legs before standing up on her knees to place the cloak around his head. Gently, she started to rub against his wet strands. His body tensed and maybe he was annoyed at first. But he did ease into her gesture to dry his hair. She towered over him in this position and as she looked down at him, drying his hair with her makeshift towel – he looked like a small boy she was taking care of.
Not the scary man whom you did not want to run into on the battlefield.
She smiled.
"…Should also let others take care of you too." She continued to chide, playfully. But she meant every word – he always did everything on his own.
Everything felt lighthearted until she felt his hand on her wrist. His touch was light at first, but his fingers tensed very noticeably. She paused and looked down at him as he lifted his head, his piercing blue eyes locked with hers. His gaze alone sent shivers down her spine. His usually sharp eyes looked gentle as they wandered along her face. She wondered what he was thinking about.
Historia chose to let go of her thoughts and instead leaned in to kiss him. His lips were cold. She let go of the cloak and cupped his face with her free hand, growing eager against him. But she paused before saying softly, "Let's at least get this wet shirt off of you." She damned herself – why was she nervously trying to avoid the desire she knew she was feeling? Historia was dancing around it as if it was an elephant in the room. She was alone with him, just as she had been so many times before and she was never this anxious and clumsy .The hand that held onto her wrist did nothing to let go, but she shook his grasp and immediately started to unbutton his wet shirt, feeling her heart beating in her throat.
Her thoughts were all over the place. She became nervous, realizing the temptation burning between them and what it could bring. She pulled away once she got his shirt off; hoping maybe she could hang it up so it would dry faster – she wanted to be helpful; but it was the worst time to think about being generous.
He tugged at her wrist, silently.
"W-wait let me-"was all she could utter as she tried to turn. But he came after her and toppled down on top of her. Now she laid with her back against the ground as he towered over her. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she noticed the way he intensely stared her down. Immediately, her eyes drew to his and it was like they were a mirror reflecting; the way their desire pooled in their eyes.
"…Where do you think you're going?" He said in a gravelly tone, a devious smirk painted across his lips. She's never seen such an expression on his face before. His damp hair continued to drip water as the shadows of the flames danced along his bare body. Historia held her breath – he looked hauntingly beautiful. Gently, he pinned her right wrist to the ground just before leaning in to kiss her again; but this time he shoved his tongue in her mouth and she couldn't help but let out a moan against him. She is frozen in shock as his tongue explored her mouth; he was hungrily trying to taste her. His other hand wandered to her throat and over her collarbone with such a feathery-like touch, that her body tingled. Levi's touch left trails of excitement in its wake, anticipating the burning inside of her as his embrace became fiery and relentless.
He broke away only to press kisses all over the place, messily on her jawline, down her neck and over her clavicle; hungry and desperate were his breathes. Her body arched into his, desperately seeking as much contact against him as possible. It was like her body was reacting and moving on its own. His powerful hand began to knead her breast just before she felt his teeth brush against the soft skin of her neck. She trembled before he bit down and forced a cry of pleasure from her. He left no room for her to brace herself because where he bit down; he immediately sucked just as intensely.
"L-Levi…" She barely clawed out from her throat, breathless.
L E V I
The faint way she called out his name gripped him like a vice; destroying all sense and composure he always clung to. He propped himself up, towering over her once again as he took in the mess of a woman she melted into beneath him. On the exterior, he looked composed aside from how disheveled his hair was. But inside, he was working so hard to control the hungry little monster. Judging by how sensitive Historia was; this was her first time with any kind of intimacy. She was pure – unlike him, who had experience with other women. He wanted to keep that in mind no matter how much he wanted to let loose and swallow her whole.
He realized his bite had already formed a deep mark.
'God damn it. 'He scorned himself quietly for not having as much control as he thought. He sat up on his knees, running his fingers through his hair as he said,
"…We don't need to do this…" He offered, despite his own deep arousal. He looked to the left side of the room as if it would help calm him. That was when he felt her soft fingers against his abdomen and he tensed, immediately looking down to see her smiling. Her slender finger trailed over one of his many scars, tickling his skin as her focused narrowed on it as if to consider the blemish. He stared in confusion before she picked up her wondrous blue eyes and looked to him almost too angelic like when she said,
"…I want a scar from you…"
And he felt all sense shatter at her bold statement. She batted her eyelashes, smiling more deviously now as if she knew what she was doing to him; the power she held over him.
Was she seducing him to let go?
To swallow her whole?
That would be stupidly bold – did she have any idea what he was capable of?
Of course she did; he was once her Captain.
Ridiculous.
Absolute insanity.
Levi inhaled sharply through his teeth, wanting to scold her for being a fucking tease. His stubborn pride wouldn't let her dominate the air in the room so, quickly he pinned her roughly against the ground again, his shadow intertwining with hers as he snickered softly.
"Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into, Historia?" Her name left his lips with such an airy breath, it made her smile.
"No – But… isn't that what makes it exciting?" She was dancing with the flames of his passion. Roughly, he caressed her jaw with his callused fingers and crashed his lips against hers, once again shoving his tongue into her mouth. Instead of unbuttoning her shirt with careful patience as she did for him, he rips it open – the buttons flying all over the place. His free hand runs up her bare thigh, feeling the trail of goose bumps along it as he pinned her from the hip. He broke away from their kiss and hungrily kissed down her neck and moving on, exploring the hollow of her collarbone with his lips and tongue. He bit and sucked again, leaving a similar mark on her throat that was more of a message, an obvious gauntlet to fling to all of the men who he witnessed watch her with such greedy eyes at the ball.
Very carefully, he palmed her breasts, stroking her nipples until they began to rise beneath his fingers. He bent his head, placing wet, tender little kisses on the rose pink nubs, gradually drawing one and then the other into his mouth. First circling, then caressing; coaxing them to rigid points with his tongue, then stimulating them with gentle suction.
Historia squirmed, pressing her lips tightly together to conceal her moans. That was when Levi paused and looked up, witnessing her as a completely flustered mess.
"Are you…embarrassed to make noise?" He asked with his normally sharp tone and stoic expression. She could only release her withheld breath before he would finally smile, bringing his lips to her ear as he said,
"Try as you might, princess – but you won't be able to keep that act up forever." He warned and her eyes widen with shock. He kept his grip very firm before lowering his head again and taking her nipple into his mouth. His right hand roamed, fingers outstretched and spidery, over her ribcage, gliding over the taut, sensitive skin that covered her modest abdominal muscles, gently stroking her hips and sliding once again down her thighs. Then they wandered further down, lightly brushing the lips of her sensitive, neatly trimmed mound before parting the lips to slide inside of her.
As expected, Historia's body tensed and a noise was almost forcefully thrown from her lips. But she fought and he was quite amused at this unspoken challenge she presented to him. Carefully, he began to gently, firmly finger her. He felt her body shudder as he felt her arousal grow more in between his wet fingers.
He pushed her thighs apart and settled in between them, easily keeping them spread wide open despite how sheepishly Historia protested with her broken and messy breathes. He parted her lower lips and stared, resting his head on her thigh, the tip of his nose softly brushing the soft, wiry hair.
"W-what are you doing, Levi?"
Historia
She was confused and overwhelmed at the same time. He was in between and so close to such a dirty place – it contradicted all that he was. It was so ironic, the clean freak of the Legion scouts was capable of getting down and dirty. No one would believe her even if she tried to tell. But knowing this, she felt even more turned on by the fact that he was willing to break out of his nature to please her.
Just as her knees naturally buckled to clash together, he restrained them apart and felt his head shift before feeling him place the smallest kisses right there, of all places. He moved closer, nose gently brushing against her clit as he tentatively began to lick her.
Desperately, she placed her hand over her mouth to keep quiet; she didn't know she was capable of making such soft, high pitch and enticing sounds. This is not how a queen was supposed to behave – and Levi must have reveled in that fact that he was reducing her to this.
Growing bolder, he slid his tongue over her entrance, around and inside it. Then slowly, he moved his tongue upwards, gently caressing the velvety folds of skin around her clitoris, teasing the flesh with gentle suction and soft strokes of his tongue. He danced around the painfully erect nub, skimmed it, and occasionally brushed at it with his tongue but never quite putting pressure directly on it.
It was driving her mad and he must have known it.
What was it he wanted? - She wondered in frustration.
Did he want her to beg?
And it was like he was able to read her mind with her body because he decided to take pity on her as he finally pressed his tongue directly over her clit. An involuntary moan escaped the back of her throat and even though she tried to cut it off, it was too late.
Levi froze, lifting his head up. Smiling triumphantly as he said,
"Seems I won, Princess." He teased and it was only then that she realized he took her repression as a challenge. With widen eyes she stared, attempting to talk despite her messy breathes. But just as she was about to speak, he lowered his head and mercilessly continued his attack, coaxing the sound from her unwilling lips over and over again. He alternated between long, slow strokes of his tongue, shorter, faster strokes, soft suction and gentle manipulation with his fingers.
Historia never knew what to expect next. The only thing she knew for sure was the growing heat against her body that made her feel nervous. Levi seemed aware because he slid one finger inside then another as he started to caress her insides, probing with his fingers slightly curved inside of her. His movements were calculated and deliberately searching.
He knew he had found what he was looking for when Historia's body suddenly went rigid and then he gently caressed that spot, committing its position to memory as he did so. Then, while looking directly into her eyes, he hit it, thumbing her clit at exactly the same time.
The orgasm was intense and brutal; the pleasurable scream which left her could not be stifled. Between her legs and beneath her was flooded with an inexplicably abundant wetness. Historia closed her eyes, struggling to catch her breath, tears resting just at her waterline.
Levi then moved up, seeking her eyes out with his own and she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He studied her quietly before bringing his fingers to push aside the pieces of blonde hair that fell over her features as he said,
"I must confess, Historia – watching you like that – even though you're such a damn mess, you still look so graceful." And it shocked her to hear him speak with such open tenderness. Is this the side of him that only sex brought out? She smiled, as if she had finally gotten to the core of Levi's many layers. He planted a kiss on her forehead and that was when she felt his arousal in his pants, press against her thigh.
Quickly, he stood up and removed his clothes, trying to compose his own breathes too she realized.
Then he positioned himself swiftly between her legs and as she felt him probing at her entrance, her downwards glance was purely instinctive.
She froze, eyes widening at the size. There was no way her body was going to be able to accommodate that…thing. She shuffled, slightly nervous but he held her down gently but quite firmly.
"Relax; it will hurt more if you don't." He urged her with such a calming soft tone that she immediately felt relieved despite it all. "I promise, I will be very careful." The words left his lips so desperately that she noticed he had been holding himself together this whole time. He wanted her so desperately. She looked so deeply into his promising gaze and knew she would trust him not to hurt her. Historia went very still but her body was still tense from the lingering apprehension that resided despite her affirmation.
Once again, he positioned himself and slowly slid, as carefully as he had promised, inside of her. Historia closed her eyes, biting down on her lip. It was uncomfortable; her walls were stretched to the point of pain. It was almost unbearable and she pressed her hands against his chest out of instinct. That was when he pulled out and waited to try again. Each time, he entered her very gently and although it still hurt; the pain was slowly but surely, becoming easier to swallow.
Sweat trickled down her temple as he fully entered her and he paused, looking her deeply in the eyes as he asked with his collapsing breathes,
"…Are you alright?"
Historia closed her eyes and nodded, a smile curving upon her rose colored lips as he said,
"I'm fine."
She wanted to reassure him, even though everything was hurting in that moment.
Levi began to move, slowly, carefully on top of her while stimulating her painfully erect clit with each thrust. She felt the pain gradually become pleasure as he used what he had learned of her body to bring her to the brink, once more, then over it. But he was not done and he leaned in to crash his lips against her again, lacing his fingers with hers as he pressed her hand down against the floor while he continued to grind his hips against her. His once thoughtful and hesitant thrusts were now eager and full of his uncontrollable desire.
The moans which escaped her were now freely roaming every corner of the room as he pounded into her. Her nails clawed the back of his shoulders the more and more he fucked her; this time she was able to hear his moans up against her ear, the vibration of his voice along the rim only further excited her. His thrusts became more urgent. She giggled while wrapping her arms around his neck as he finally climaxed; his body collapsing on top of her, sweaty and hot. Levi panted softly against her neck while she too attempted to catch her own breath.
As she stared at the ceiling, the intimacy of having her on top of him suddenly hit her; the scariest man in the country – if not the world, was vulnerable and disheveled on top of her.
And so she declared,
Only the Queen of Paradis could reduce Levi Ackerman to such a state.
