This is an AU story, therefore the age gap isn't that big. Mikasa is about 21, Levi about 27. Also, this is rated M.


"Stop it!" she grumbles into her palm when she swats his hands away for the hundredth time this night. Her back is hunched, nose buried deep inside the pages of The Selfish Gene – a book her professor recommended she read, because apparently it was somehow essential to pass this class – and up until now she's paid great heed to ignore his advances. But damn, he was getting harder and harder to ignore.

"Stop what?" his voice is low, just a murmur against her skin as he trails his lips along her throat, licking the shell of her ear, then nibbling at it with his teeth, making her suppress the groan that's threatening to escape her lips. He seems completely oblivious to what his actions are doing to her – or maybe he isn't, if that self-satisfied look on his face was any indication, but she likes deluding herself into thinking he actually respects her study time.

He is sitting beside her, hands wandering along her ribs, teetering dangerously close to her breasts. "This… what you're doing. It's distracting me."

"Oh", he chuckles darkly, "you mean this?" He gives her neck another experimental lick just as his fingertips graze her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt, and this time she moans involuntarily. Her head lolls against his shoulder and for a moment she actually relishes in the feelings he's eliciting from her.

"Sorry, but I can't help it. Not when you're this sensitive to my touch, Mikasa."

She turns to face him, hooded eyes sparkling maliciously and a retort already on the tip of her tongue, but one of his hands is still on her breasts, the other sliding up her chest towards her neck. Before she can even open her mouth, he's already silenced her with a kiss. She gasps but he swallows it hungrily, taking advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue inside her mouth, kissing her even deeper. Her hands move on their own accord, wrapping around his neck, self-restraint flying out the window as she loses herself in the way his lips feel against hers.

Soon her book lies abandoned on the dining table and Mikasa has moved to straddle his lap, never once breaking the contact of their mouths as she responds eagerly; hands tangling in the soft black strands of Levi's hair, tugging softly. She runs her fingertips along the base of his neck where his hair is trimmed and he sighs contently, the feeling always making him lean more into her touch. It's calming and sensual. He closes his eyes at the warmth that's spreading inside his belly.

"I really should study," she moans into his mouth between kisses. It comes out breathy, barely audible, and it's contradicting her actions with every stroke of her tongue or her tightening grip on his hair. "I might fail if I don't."

"Mhmm….," he hums, lips dipping to trail along her jaw, down the column of her throat. His breath tickles against her ear with every word he speaks, sparking goose bumps all over her body. "We both know that you never fail though." And there's nothing she can say to that. She's clearly lost that round, and the self-righteous look that crosses his face is more than enough to confirm, yet at this point she can't really bring herself to care anymore. Not with the way his cold lips feel against her flushed skin or how his long fingers have started unbuttoning her shirt in an agonizingly slow pace, brushing delicately against her heated skin while doing so.

Lowering his head, his mouth and tongue make their way along her collarbones, teeth grazing softly and drawing throaty whimpers with every bite, then down the valley of her breasts while he slides her shirt off her shoulders, discarding it in a mindless heap on the floor. Bared to his eyes, they wander across her exposed chest, drinking in her hued expression before lingering on the hard tips of her breasts.

"Prepared, are we?" His grin is full of arrogance and she swears to herself to wipe it off his face; however, that train of thought is soon forgotten when he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily just the way she likes it and she arches her chest into him wantonly. A content sigh leaves her lips soon turning into a low moan when his teeth scrape over the rosy bud. Her hands grab at his hair again, yanking his head even closer and she starts moving her hips over the hardened ridge of his still clothed erection. He purrs in appreciation, the sound encouraging her further and she rolls her hips against his more firmly; the friction jolting pleasure throughout her whole body in the most delicious waves.

"Levi…"

She's needy, urgency palpable in every sound of her raspy voice. She wants to touch him, to feel his muscles stretch beneath her fingers, feel his body react to every brush of her hand and see the way she's making him feel painted across his handsome face. To see him unraveling in front of her. Because of her. Though she knows this time it's her turn to let him do the work. He wants her to be submissive, needs to be in total control of the situation.

And she lets him and it is feeling just too good.

Levi's hands glide along her ribcage slowly, skimming across her buttocks to her thighs, caressing the soft flesh beneath and sliding up the fabric of her skirt to rest on her hips, just before the thin string of her panties. He keeps kissing around her breasts, his thumbs drawing circles across her bare hipbones, dipping towards her inner thigh near her center, withdrawing before actually touching where she's aching for the most. "Tell me what you want, Mikasa," his movements halt momentarily, mouth releasing an abused nipple as he looks up at her, icy blue eyes swirling with lust gazing at her expectantly.

She loves seeing him like this, can't remember a time when he wasn't watching her with this smoldering gaze as he drinks her in. A look reclusively reserved for her, touching deep inside her soul like no other ever has before. She kisses his upper lip softly, reveling in this rare moment of tenderness between them.

Not one for words, Mikasa then takes one of his hands in hers, holding eye contact while she guides it to the already damp spot between her legs and letting him feel just how his touches are affecting her. "Please, Levi."

It's an invitation Levi isn't about to decline.

He teases her entrance through the cloth lightly, loving to see her squirm atop of him before finally dipping below the lacy undergarment. The fact that she's nearly naked while he is still fully clothed is soon forgotten, the feel of his fingers against her clit leaving all thought abandoned in the back of her mind.

She moans loudly as one digit slips between her folds, moments later being joined by another as they move in and out of her at a leisurely pace. Mikasa's hands come to rest on his shoulders, needing some kind of leverage as she tries to get them even more into her, hands roaming wildly over the expanse of his back. It's all too much, with his lips trailing along the column of her throat and fingers moving, she groans loudly, throwing her head back as an orgasm forces itself out of her.

Levi lets her ride it out, leaving butterfly kisses down her neck, all over her collarbones and the valley of her breasts, feeling the calming beating of her heart flutter under his lips until her breathing steadies and her moans subside and she is looking at him with a satisfied smile grazing her flushed face.

"I love the way you look after you come undone," he brushes his knuckles along her temples lovingly, "Knowing that it was me who made you feel this way, that you are mine. I can't get enough," he murmurs, fingers tracing the contour of her face before tangling in her inky strands to tug her down in a gentle kiss, taking his time to taste her as his tongue strokes hers coaxingly.

Parting her lips, he guides her into a languid kiss, lips slanting softly against hers, unhurried and slow, yet thoroughly devouring in a way that leaves them both breathless. Mikasa is the one who tears away first, breaking the kiss as she rests her forehead on Levi's, half-lidded eyes watching him as her fingers come to touch his cheek, cradling it in her palm gently. "I am yours, Levi," her warm breath fans across his lips as she speaks, making the hairs on his neck stand. She pecks him again, short and sweet, granting him with her most beautiful smile as she pulls away. The sudden shifting of her body has him choking back a sustained groan, making her acutely aware of the still throbbing hardness beneath her.

"Now, I think I might need a short reiteration of the last lesson," she teases him, fingers trailing down his throat with the softest of touches. Grinding, she emphasizes her statement with a roll of her hips. "Don't you think so, too?" He grunts again, head nuzzling against the thrashing of her pulse, feeling visibly shaken from having to restrain himself until now – her pleasure being more important, always. Her hands snake around his neck, massaging it with her thumbs softly as his come to rest on her waist "Yeah. I think I might still be able to teach you a thing or two. This one is going to be a lot more detailed though," voice low and stained and she yelps in surprise when he stands up suddenly to sit her down on the dining table.

Her hands grab at the documents strewn about the table, papers sent flying with one sweeping motion. Levi shoots her a reprimanding look at the mess but she just smiles innocently, knowing that he'll let it slide just this once. He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like brat, the sound dying in his throat when her hand brushes against his crotch.

She giggles at his antics and the evident impatience planted across his face as he fights with the buckle of his belt, cussing under his breath when it won't open. However, as much as she enjoys seeing him struggling with something as simple as this, she's craving this way too much. "Here," she murmurs as she blows a light kiss against the juncture of his neck, her fingers coming to rid him of the garment "let me help."

Pants riding down to his knees, he hooks one arm under her shoulder while his other holds her hips firmly, anchoring her to him as he lies her back down on the cold surface of the table. His breathing is ragged as he crouches over her, finally free of his constraints and he catches her mouth in a hungry kiss, angling her hips and bunching up her skirt as he eases into her in one swift movement.

Both of them let out a content moan at being joined at last, and he holds back for just a moment to brand this feeling into his memories before he starts thrusting into her, establishing a rhythm that has both of them gasping. His kisses breathe all the words neither of them says aloud, leaving invisible marks all over her soul just like his touches keep marking her body.

His fingers bite into her skin, sure enough to leave bruises, but his grip doesn't ease as he keeps pushing into her at a steady rhythm, reaching deep inside of her and making her whimper everytime he hits that spot within her. His lips are caressing one of her breasts nipping on it softly, while his hand is teasing the other and it's almost too much for her to handle. She bucks her hips to meet his, legs hooking itself higher around his waist, trying to go faster, her orgasm already building but he doesn't break the pace he's set. Broken gasps fill the room along with his grunts, sounding like music to her ears, complimenting the sliding of skin against skin in a perfect melody.

They are both close, breathing uneven and coming out in heavy puffs. He is diving strongly into her, reaching all the right places and she's biting his neck to stifle the pleasured screams wanting to escape her. His thumb brushes her clit as he licks her throat. "Come for me, Mikasa," and she does, with his name on her lips and his heart in her hand. The orgasm is long, powerful and draws all those luscious sounds from between her lips, her cries only muffled by his shoulder. Levi comes with her seconds later with a soft groan against the shell of her ear, releasing into her.

Thoroughly spent he slouches forward, head coming to rest against her shoulder, hot breath fanning against her collarbone; the contact causing shivers to run down her spine.

It takes both of them some time to get down from their high, and when they do Levi's blue eyes blink at her from under his lashes, still heavily clouded but equally as satisfied. His gaze switches to the ground, eyeing the papers lying there along with the crumbled heap of her clothes. "You're going to clean that up," he grumbles, though it's far from intimidating.

"Later," and she yanks him down again, mouth smoothing over his in lazy strokes, "Much, much later."

He's hoisting her up in one swift movement then, long legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and he's carrying her to her bedroom as Mikasa's giggles turned moans echoing across the room.

Needless to say she didn't get much more studying done that night.