"You're not listening." Levi stated. He pointed it out like a fact. He seemed to do that far too often.
"I'm trying to," you grumbled in response.
You weren't exactly lying, your ears straining to find his voice every time the girls at the nearby desks chatted on and on about what their plans for the evening were. It's like they were purposely attempting to gain your attention. You didn't put it above them to do so after what occurred on Levi's first visit.
"What the hell is Levi Ackerman doing here?" Nanaba asked when you had finished walking him out.
"Hange set him up as my tutor," you said in defense. You were expecting this type of confrontation the entirety of your discussion with him, nervously chewing on your thumbnail as he spoke about his own class restrictions. He probably chalked it off as you being socially anxious or awkward. Whatever the case, you could see it was written in his eyes that he knew something was off.
The odd part was that he never said anything about it despite being privy to the knowledge, but it sat there alongside presumably countless loads of information consistently lurking in his pupils.
He just looked as if he knew shit and with how briskly he talked, he really did know shit, too.
His departure didn't seem to turn heads until he left out the front door. It was then that Rico and Nanaba were standing before you with their arms crossed so tightly you feared they'd somehow break their own forearms from the pressure.
"Of course Hange did, how typical," Rico said with a pfft sound coming off of her lips right after. You weren't sure what that was supposed to mean, but then the two of them were turning on their heels to go down the hall in the direction of Hange's room. They left you standing completely clueless.
You didn't get answers until the next day. And even then, it wasn't a real answer. Hange said they took care of it and that no one could bother you and Levi unless the others wanted out of the house and therefore out of Tau Iota. You didn't ask why there was a definitive disdain for Levi among them as it would just implicate you.
You couldn't give sign of your interest in him and would do your best to ensure everything was perceived as strictly studying.
He returned on Tuesday (you agreed on Tuesdays and Thursdays as it meant you still had your weekends free and the rest of the time on weekdays after classes), and was all business. You remembered he quizzed you on basic biology questions and if you had read certain books. You couldn't forget the impassive expression on his face when you admitted you hadn't a clue about what organic molecules were and that you didn't get to any of the assigned reading.
"Bring a notebook next time," he said at the end of the session, "you might fare better if you exercise your muscle memory."
So you did.
Thursday came around and you displayed to him your white notebook already containing two fresh sets of notes on the book 1984 and macromolecules. His impassive demeanor was still plastered on his face, but he bowed his head towards you in what you assumed was approval.
You couldn't describe why you wanted more of it.
Unfortunately, that's when the others started to occupy the study. Lauda and Nifa came when you started going over flashcards with Levi and didn't leave until you and him did. You were highly aware it was done to make the two of you uncomfortable, but he didn't seem fazed.
They wore innocent expressions, but whatever benefit of the doubt you held for the two soon evaporated upon doing further detective work. You made sure to watch if anyone went into the study during the next four days, Hange's group coming in on Monday at most. So, you knew it was being done to deliberately sabotage what you and Levi had going on.
Today, it was Lauda, Nifa, and Nanaba combining their loud laughter and gossiping skills which kept disrupting your train of thought, a different tactic that was effectively working. You could always go and bring up the issue with Hange, but you couldn't bear to cause any more uneasiness than you were already creating. Having the other girls upset with you over something as miniscule as an association with Levi was ridiculous enough. Being a snitch would only exacerbate the situation.
You caught how it was irritating Levi with how his mouth twitched and his jaw flexed. His tone was already so commanding, but he had no choice but to raise his voice so you could hear what he was saying. The mix of people vying for your recognition was making your head hurt.
"If a structure does not fold correctly—"
"Do you want to go to my room?" You asked and cut him off, standing to your feet while simultaneously closing your notebook. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you had enough of this. You began putting your textbook and copy of 1984 in a neat stack to stop him from protesting and rejecting your offer.
"I… what?"
It was the first time you saw real conflict cross his features, storm clouds forming in the sea of his metal irises. And then, all of a sudden, it dissipated as if he realized he was showing too much emotion for his own liking.
He stared at you and read you through his silence. Sound was greatly present in the room, but your tunnel vision narrowed in on him due to how intense his gaze of contemplation was. He could probably figure you and everything you stood for in the blink of an eye. Hell, maybe he already did.
You nervously grasped your stuff off of the desk as you awaited his answer, watching as his head craned to look at the perpetrators of the focusing issue you both currently had. It was their turn to be evaluated, but they didn't know it. They were too enveloped in their conversation whether it was fake or not.
"Alright, sure," he finally said, his own items compiled into his arms before he followed you out of the study and down the hall towards your room.
Levi recalled one of the questions Hange asked him during his interview for the tutoring position as he sat at the edge of your bed.
"How good are you with nontraditional work environments?"
"That's an excellent way of phrasing that there'll be typical sorority bullshit while I'm on the job," he replied, his head shaking back and forth. He could handle anything since he already had the oh so luxurious task of handling Furlan and Isabel.
"Did you dodge the question just now for extra time to consider what you might be getting into?" They asked, a smile on their lips. Levi couldn't understand how they didn't immediately end the interview after his not-so-friendly utterance.
Nor how they seemed to know what he was doing. They weren't stupid and he could see that. They were analyzing him just as he was doing to them.
Truthfully, he didn't want this to go well. The night he agreed to Furlan's plan felt like a fever dream and he had a strong desire to back out of it. The exuberant energy flowing from Furlan the following afternoon halted him from trying, somehow not caving as Furlan breathed down his neck while he patiently filled out the online application.
Isabel had a field day, completely compliant with how it was presented to her. She didn't seem to have any worries or disagreements, which was especially telling since they always found a way to argue. Levi guessed this was more because of the grudge she held for Tau Iota.
With their luck, Levi did not expect an email back, much less a scheduled interview which of course pushed Furlan and Isabel to frolic in victory. They quickly stopped themselves when they recalled their premature celebration after Isabel received her letter inviting her to the Tau Iota house. It granted disappointment, jinxing the entire operation before it came through. None of them were too superstitious, but they couldn't take any chances.
Furlan and Isabel gave Levi tips until the day of the interview, hounding him down on what to say and not do. They both warned him of how crucial it was for Levi to not be himself. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked and then blew a breath of annoyance out when they changed the subject.
Against their best wishes and somewhat of a copout to ruin it all and report back his failure, he was going to do the exact opposite and be his authentic self. That wasn't to say that he was going to be dishonest about his character, but do everything under his terms.
"I've dealt with worse than an academic melodrama and I trust in my abilities. I'm positive I can manage the objective with efficacy, even under pressure."
His answer garnered on challenging and with how Hange's smile widened, he understood they were beyond satisfied, much to his dismay. Also, they were willing to show that this would in fact be a challenge indeed.
He was floored when he discovered you were the one he was going to tutor. He knew the second he learned your name, a title now attached to the girl he didn't recognize hanging around the other Tau Iota members on campus. He was casual when he told Furlan and Isabel, but inside, he felt something fluttering in his chest and he had not a damn clue why.
Staying in the study brought about an obstacle he actually had foreseen. He planned on questioning you if there was another place the two of you could go at some point. It was you who took that initiative, thankfully. It took some of the weight off of his shoulders.
Your room wasn't any bigger than the dorm Furlan and Levi shared, but it was bigger than Levi's half and so it made the area look like a fucking suite in comparison. The lack of a desk probably added to that effect.
The lack of a desk, however, meant a lack of chairs.
You guided him to your bed and apologized for the girls, but he waved it off and sat with caution, hesitation in how he placed his textbook in his lap.
Your room looked relatively clean, but that wasn't his main concern. There was a fresh factor of privacy added to the mix and he felt his palms tacky with sweat at the notion. The two of you weren't doing anything but studying and yet it was his turn to be nervous and out of his element. The pictures of what he assumed as your friends and family hanging by clips on the wall didn't help, sets of eyes frozen through photographic capture.
For the first twenty minutes within the new location, things went swimmingly. His back ached accordingly, an indication he fell into a hunch and he perked up as he was in the middle of reading a paragraph aloud.
With your attention glued to him (you felt a lot more natural in this safe space) you sat up yourself and pressed a hand to his arm so you wouldn't have to verbally interject while he was speaking again. He looked up from his textbook, his voice trailing off as he directed his gaze to you. You almost forgot what you were going to say.
"We should take a break. Do you want something to drink?"
"Uh, okay. Water's fine."
Standing from where you sat next to him, you walked to the mini fridge and bent down to grab two water bottles from it.
Levi took this time to set his book aside and run his palms along the pant-material stretching over his thighs, promptly rendering them dry and ridding the evidence of his apprehension. You'd never know about any of it, but he knew and it was taking over his brain. If he left his hands like that, he'd be scolding himself until it was time for him to go.
When he finished, he glanced up and blinked at the sight of your skirt dangerously peeking over your thighs, a flash of your underwear burned into his memory. That was another reason for his palms sweating, the way you seemed to be more and more alluring each time he came over.
The first day it was your eyes meeting his with an unwavering curiosity, the second the way you smiled at your own joke about George Orwell, and the third with how your nose scrunched while you concentrated.
And now, it was that stupid, fucking skirt.
His brain went on high alert when you pivoted and stood straight at the same time, your foot kicking back to close the fridge behind. He tried his best to look elsewhere, but he knew damn well that you had caught him, viewing a glimpse of your surprised expression when he was attempting to appear guiltless.
As you handed him his water bottle, he reached for it by using his peripheral vision. He grasped it, fingertips touching yours. It took everything in him not to flinch backwards, unscrewing the cap to gulp down water because his throat suddenly felt as hot as the surface of Venus.
"Levi…"
You weren't going to pretend like you didn't just see what you did. He was staring and he had been too slow to make it look like an accident. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, but you felt a little bolder than you normally did. The surrounding area of your room strengthened your confidence and you couldn't just let it go away.
"Levi, were you… did you look up my skirt?"
You waited with baited breath and watched as he fidgeted with the bottle in his hands. He was so calm and collected during the other days. You weren't sure how to assess him now, but your opinion on him hadn't changed. You didn't even think he was some kind of a pervert, but you needed to know that you weren't just speculating.
If he didn't, you could shrink back into your shell, apologize for assuming, and the two of you could come to some awkward end here and see each other on Thursday. You'd believe him because he seemed the honest type, whether the truth was brutal or not, so there wouldn't be any foul.
And if he did… well, you were playing things out as they went.
"No."
Silence befell the room. You were looking at him and he hadn't looked at you yet, a strange sense of disappointment enveloping your chest. You didn't know why that was. You were about to nod and start saying what you planned in your head, but then he spoke once more.
"Yes. I did."
He must've changed his mind about lying in the fifteen seconds of nothing shared between the two of you. You wondered if he could hear your thoughts, if he was toying around with the prospect that you weren't exactly opposed to his actions. Levi seemed the type to prod and tease.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to s—"
"Did you see my underwear?"
Your question came out of left field for him, for you, too. You weren't sure why you were saying that, dragging this on when he was about to apologize and explain himself. But you got a bit of a thrill watching his mouth move open and then closed because he had no idea how to respond.
His head turned so he could properly look at you, eyes searching your face that you were trying desperately to keep devoid of emotion. This was a power play and the right to control was on your side. Even in your positions, with you standing over him and him sitting with red right on his hand, you were the one in charge. And you were taking advantage of it.
"No," he said, seemingly noticing the fact that you had navigated this into another direction where you were above and he was below. Defiance rested in that simple word, egging you on in subtext that he wasn't shying away.
He was playing along, but not being as vulnerable as he was before. Maybe something in your expression gave away that you liked the kind of attention he gave you even if he didn't mean to look like a creep or give you the wrong impression.
You needed to up the stakes.
"Funny," you began, removing the cap of your water bottle and raising it to your mouth to take your first drink. "If you had said yes I might've let you fuck me."
You took a page from his book by being as blunt as possible. Rose tinted your cheeks, but you couldn't find it in you to care when you saw how Levi's jaw slackened and how he stared at you with a newfound conviction.
He couldn't process how flippant you had said it, how he hoped a droplet of water would slip from your lips so he could be the one to wipe it away. The kind of hold you had on him was threatening of who he was. He'd never been so turned on his life.
Your hand tucking under his jaw took the cake, forcing his head to tilt and meet those captivating eyes. He had no idea the two of you would be here with this context upon locking eyes that first time by chance. He couldn't have and you couldn't have either.
"How about a second chance: what color is it, Levi?" You tempted, closing some distance in between so your breath ghosted over his mouth along with the pad of your thumb. This was the true test since you only had body language to go off of with him. He didn't outright use his words to tell you if he wanted any of this and if he could see what might happen in the next two minutes.
He was far too smart for that. He knew where this could possibly head and so he was pondering carefully. It caused you to shallowly breathe, your nerves being plucked at with every passing second. There was no turning back for you as you already put yourself out there. At most, he admitted to having a suggestive look, but he wasn't the one that could be humiliated by this.
You had been sexual and daring. He could turn around and deny everything and no longer be your tutor, call Hange up for you to find someone else. The fact that he was making you wait this long already had you retreating, your hold on him loosening and dropping.
"Lilac," he responded, negating the negative that had run rampant in your mind. It didn't ease your rising anxiety, but you could feel excitement bubbling right with it.
"Let's see," you brought your hands under your skirt and hooked your thumbs into the sides of your underwear.
You regarded him with a glint of mischief in your eye, the private material drug down to your ankles. As you stepped out of them, you brought the fabric up in a closed hand, presenting it to him like a prize. His hand came to yours, the underwear transferred to him that he kept in a closed fist to continue the mystery you began. But you both already knew.
He slowly uncurled his fingers and there it was… lilac.
"We have a winner," you uttered, breathless because you didn't know you had forgotten to inhale and exhale at appropriate intervals.
An entanglement of sorts was the best way you could describe how things went next. Mouths basically fused, you ended up in his lap, and then on your back because he had flipped the two of you when your eyes were closed. You felt the mattress against your back before the world spun, not dizzy from the movement but dizzy from how his tongue met yours.
He swallowed a noise that floated from your mouth and you swallowed the noise that came from his when you dropped your hand from his hair to palm the front of his pants. You weren't alone in your desire, the hardness that greeted you exhibiting that he was trying to hold back with what he was saying.
And maybe you should've held back too and the both of you could carry on with a professional relationship, but all thoughts of that went flying out the window when he slid his fingers over your dripping slit.
"Levi, please."
"What happened to that filthy mouth of yours?"
You mourned the loss of contact as he took his fingers away to free himself from his pants. The waistband of his boxers was pushed centimeters off his waist and then his cock sprang free, the head of him leaking with pre cum. You wanted nothing more than to lick it off.
As he did that, you had twisted your torso to rummage through your drawer in the dresser adjacent to your bed. When you located a wrapped condom, you grabbed it and then offered it to him, the grateful look on his face having you grin with anticipation.
His teeth took hold of the top of it, his eagerness almost having it slip from his hand. To you, it looked smooth all the way through where he was rolling the rubber onto his length. You didn't know about how his nerves were currently causing him to be clumsier than usual. Clumsy for Levi, however, could hardly be detected by anyone with how he hid it.
He slid into you slowly, unsure if he should've prepared you with his fingers first. Things were moving so fast that he scolded himself for the way you winced for a moment. The tightness engulfing him was nothing short of temptation, but he stopped to give you time to adjust and slow his breathing down. Neither of you had to be in a rush, he tried reminding himself that.
And then you said, "Levi, if you don't get moving," and suddenly he practically growled and continued to fill you to the hilt.
He sat on his knees between your legs, straightening out to bring one of them to his shoulder. On the opposite leg, his hand went palm down on your thigh to hold you open when you tried to wrap that free one around his waist. It stretched you further, a whine coming off your lips as he pushed the skirt still adorning your body up to expose you to him.
"I want to see." He had the perfect view from this angle. His hips jutted forwards and he watched as he disappeared in and out of your cunt, his trimmed nails digging into the muscle of the thigh resting on his shoulder.
Levi peered up to your face, the blissed out expression on your features being exactly what he wanted to see. Your eyes were closed and your lips were parted, heavenly noises spilling out of you frequently as if he was an amateur playing the strings of a harp.
Both of you were wound tight with pent up stress, neither knowing the details or extent, but you didn't have to. Being lost in this moment is where your focus lied, time finally coming to a halt and allowing you to simply indulge.
The positioning gave you little to no information of where you should put your hands. They rested above your head, fingers curled in tight fists to stop you from somehow ripping the comforter underneath you. Your head dug into the pillow as your back arched to take in more of him. This action did not go unnoticed.
Levi leaned forward despite the power of your thigh attempting to keep him upright, the weight of him producing a deep stretch in your hamstring. The hand on your other thigh keeping you revealed and leaving nothing to the imagination did not move, an extension of pressure causing you to believe that he could bend you in any way he saw fit. Levi could mold you wherever he needed and you wouldn't dare to question him.
The new angle raised your hips enough off of the bed for Levi to thrust in deeper, a spot hit within you so rhythmically that you trembled with sensation. His lips grazed your knee next to his head, the pace quickening. His cock was a relentless drum against a point that made you see stars dancing around his head.
You mewled in response, louder than anticipated. You couldn't find it in you to care right now (even if in the future you would regret it wholeheartedly). You didn't have a sensor to stop you from alerting everyone of what was going on in the room, ready to outright scream his name just so they could all know of who you were being fucked by.
"Shh," Levi said, your eyes widening when his hand lay flat over your mouth. Relief tingled in your now free thigh, snaking your leg around him as the other remained propped on his shoulder.
"It's for your own good," he continued, your sounds muffled by the skin of his palm. Your lips vibrated against him as you took advantage of the security he provided, practically crying out into his hand. At least one of you was thinking straight, if that's what you could call it.
Levi wanted nothing more than to hear you, but he knew what kind of hell that might bring on the both of you. Some of the girls in the sorority did not like him and that was no secret. This would not benefit you for your house status and while he did not give a single fuck about Tau Iota, he wouldn't risk anything just for the two of you to get off.
"Getting off" was putting it in too simple of terms with how divine your fluttering walls felt around him. Every propulsion felt like the last one he could possibly give, his end coming far too soon. He could be buried inside of you for hours if you let him, his previous thoughts he ignored becoming apparent to him.
His girth rubbed your clit with each motion, your own climax nearing. Neither of you could be embarrassed with how fast this came to be. There was nothing soft or gentle about it. It was rough and straight to the point and that's exactly how you wanted it.
Your nails pressing into your palms did not suffice, hand moving to grab his wrist to signal to him that you were about to finish. He kept going, fortunately, not yielding for a solitary second.
Tightening around him, he fucked you through your orgasm, your pulsing clit almost having him stumble. As you came around him, he watched as your eyes shut and he reveled in the noise he suppressed coming out of you. You looked beautiful like this, falling apart because of him.
You shook after the fact, body attempting to go lax from the amount of exertion he used, but then he upped his pressure and you thought you were going to float away. This had been your first time in a long while and you were honestly surprised you lasted as long as you did all things considered.
"Shit," he breathed, a moan coming from him. He looked dazed, but determined, and that's how you were able to gauge he was so close to falling right with you.
Prying his hand off your mouth, his expression turned quizzical. Your hand went to the back of his neck to pull him down the few centimeters you were distanced to attach your lips to his. You didn't have the proper strength to muzzle him with your hand from this position like he did, but your mouth would be adequate enough to silence him.
You were awarded with a rich sound from the back of his throat, his hips stilling as he spilled his seed into the condom. You tried to rock yourself, milk him for everything he had. It was the correct route, apparently, because he squeezed your thigh in appreciation and kissed you back with a desperate fervor.
Your leg dropped and thrummed with ache after being held up for a period of time. You chose to ignore it, instead cupping Levi's jaw as the two of you kissed. His tongue languidly brushed yours, chills surfacing across your spine.
When you divided for oxygen, his face only rested centimeters from yours. Your eyes found his, grey no longer clouded by anything but satisfaction. Your breaths intermingled, the room absent of sound besides the shallow inhales and exhales as you stared at each other.
Whatever this was, it was electric. It sparked between you in waves and thundered in the aftermath. Sex always changed things, acting on an unsaid attraction because you both found yourselves in a rapidly escalating situation you couldn't back away from. Maybe you were doomed from the start, maybe since the first time you saw each other on campus.
Neither of you said anything until your breathing and heart rates returned to normal, Levi pulling out of you in reluctance and returning to the edge of the bed to dispose of the condom in your waste bin. You sat up slowly, muscles sore. It was a given with how he twisted you, not that you were regretting it.
Staring at each other occurred because of admiration and confusion. You couldn't figure out why the both of you let things go that far, but you also didn't want to think about the repercussions. Right now, you just tried to search for something to say.
He seemed to be in the same boat as he looked like he wanted to speak and break the ongoing awkward phase, but nothing came out. He, instead, reached for his phone.
"I… I have to go," he said. You were relieved you wouldn't have to talk about this, but you found yourself disheartened that he was leaving. He wasn't being a jerk, but you found his presence comforting.
"Are you okay, though?"
What a loaded question. Currently, your body was buzzing with endorphins, twinging with soothed tension. You were over the moon physically, but mentally you were not prepared for what was going to come next. Your relationship with Levi Ackerman went beyond what you bargained for, but you weren't mad. Just worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine… I'll… see you Thursday?" You tried, your hand somehow not coming up to slap yourself in the forehead for making it weirder than it was.
This earned a chuckle for him, the lilt in his deep tone having you smile and ease your nerves.
You would be okay, the two of you would be okay.
"Yes, I'll see you Thursday," he repeated, standing and gathering himself together. He took his time to bring his clothes to normal, a final look thrown your way before he made it out of your room.
You usually walked him out, but you were still having trouble processing thoughts. You didn't even notice (and neither did he) that he took the wrong textbook.
