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merelydaydreaming · 13 days

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content contains pro athlete!rin, he eats it like a champ, implied overstim, wet n messy <3

rin itoshi looks so cool, so calm and collected on the outside, that even after all these years, you still can't wrap your head around how different he gets when the two of you are alone. no one can believe that he's such a doting, loving boyfriend, and you like knowing that rin saves all the sweetest parts of himself just for you.

one thing about rin, though, is that his ego doesn't leave much room for discussion.

it's why he doesn't listen to you when you tug at his thick locks of hair, legs practically shaking, your thighs closing around his head as you whimper out a "rin, i-i can't take anymore!" you've already given him two orgasms, both of them being wrung out from you with just his tongue.

rin is prone to entering a state of hyper focus; you would think this level of concentration is reserved just for the field, but if anything, he has a tendency to go to the extreme when it comes to pleasuring you. he craves your release like he's trying to score a hat trick during a high-intensity game. and right now, to the pain and pleasure of your overly sensitive pussy, rin is in that same dedicated state right now.

he's sloppy when he gets like this. his greed gives him a hunger that can never be satiated, so all you can do is continue to tug at his hair, trying to ignore the warmth of your lower belly, the tightness of the muscles of your legs. rin's fingers dig indentations into your hips as you involuntarily thrust up your hips, bringing your cunt even closer to his starving mouth.

the ministrations of his tongue are unrelenting, and when his body demands that he actually get some oxygen into his lungs instead of trying to drown himself in your sweet pussy and sticky arousal, he slowly and reluctantly leaves his position from between your thighs. you're an absolute mess, but so is your rin. his lips are shiny with your juices, chin dripping with your arousal, cum, and strings of spit 'n drool. his cheeks are flushed a light pink, his hair is an absolute mess, and he's panting just the slightest.

right when you're about to tell him how much you love him and how it's time you two get cleaned up, especially since he has an early morning practice tomorrow, he's diving back in.

"just ten more minutes." he whines into your pussy, before he continues his relentless assault on your cunt. all you can do is throw your head back and moan out his name, not bothering to point out that he said the same thing fifteen minutes ago.

#ugh rin i love him #⚽️: rin itoshi #hes so on brand for me a sports chara #hes big and mean and so smart #ugh yeah just how i like them #📖: fic recs #💟: amber originals

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merelydaydreaming · 14 days

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#petty comments for the win #i know they all wouldnt stand each other #especially because i like the mean ones

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merelydaydreaming · 14 days

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why was no one obsessed with the characters of Mr. villians day off? i thought that would've been perfect for yall?

like look at these guys? i know yall are weird and like these types plus Trigger (guy on the left) was voiced by yuichi nakamura! Rooney (guy on right) was just there tbh lols but MR. VILLIAN WAS MY PERSONAL FAVE!

hes just a silly guy who loves pandas and likes to enjoy his days off

#emm speaks #anime talk #📺: mr. villians day off #emm watches

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merelydaydreaming · 14 days

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three episodes into wind breaker and tell me why i could tell sugishitas va just on his "growl"!

#tall angry kitty #just like my main mans from hq #and they share the same va #tsukishima my love #AND YUICHI NAKAMURA!#be still my beating heart #gojo and kuroo pls im just a baby #emm watches #📺: wind breaker

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Hihi i saw ur request box was open & i just couldnt resist! A big confession to make here, uhh ive been such a big fan of u and yr writings and also u were the v first fanfic blog i came across a couple years ago so yea, u literally open my third eye to a whole new world of fics👉👈 🥺

i feel like you havent written angst in a while–and bc i miss ur angsty haikyuu fics– sooo could i request post-breakup college!au with atsumu or iwai (honestly anyone who'd best fit the scenario cuz i trust ur characterization👌) abt the aftermath of the breakup, them seeing us on campus and unconsciously following us with their eyes, reschin to help out on instinct only to realize theyre no longer together, thinking about what could've been just reminisce reminisce

ahhhh im sry honestly dont know how to expand more on the idea

thank you for stealing my ficvirginity😃

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 2.1k content contains exes still in love, college!au, mutual pining author's notes hi <3 i remember you (eycee, right?). don't be a stranger! you can always dm me and say hello :) thank you for the constant support. not sure if this fic is angsty enough, but i wanted yours to be the first req i do <3

“Hi, welcome in! Let me know if— Oh.”

Your voice falters, recognition and maybe even something similar to embarrassment flits across your face, and a split second later, you go back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you haven’t spent the better half of this month actively avoiding each other at all costs, even though the sprawling acres of the University of Tokyo suddenly feels too small. The entirety of Japan has felt too small ever since it became his mission to never cross paths with you ever again.

This mission of his started just a little over two weeks ago, on the very same day you decide to use his heart as your own punching bag. The worst part of it all, though, is the fact that he doesn’t even hold any type of contempt for you. It’s a cruel sort of joke; sometimes, Atsumu Miya feels like everything bad that happens to him is just some sort of sick punchline in a sitcom instead of real life.

Usually, when girlfriends find out their high school sweetheart is going to be a wildly successful (and rich) professional athlete, they’ll do anything in their power to hang onto him.

You decided to snip the invisible string tying the two of you together, and you did it so effortlessly, so quickly, that Atsumu had to make sure that he hadn’t been imagining the last four years of your relationship.

He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s torn between staring at you like a total creep or looking at everything in the campus bookstore but you. He settles for the former, scared that this will be his last opportunity to really look at you.

Neither of you is saying anything. It’s a Saturday and so no one else is even in the bookstore this morning, and Atsumu wants to say something, anything, but he’s never been that great at carefully picking his words, and he’s scared out of his mind that he’ll say something stupid and prove once and for all that you had been right to break up with him. Better yet, he wants you to say something. He wants you to give him a better explanation instead of the bullshit you told him in his apartment.

We just want different things.

What does that even mean? He thinks he would have shouted out that question, if only your little break up speech hadn’t caught him so off guard. Different things? The two of you wanted different things? Sure, Atsumu likes to sleep in a freezing cold apartment, and you need the room to actually be at a reasonable temperature. And maybe Atsumu has a penchant for overly fried, greasy foods when all you want (and deserve) is a fancy dinner. Maybe Atsumu wants to be at a sports store instead of browsing aisle after aisle in Sephora, but he doubts these different wants have accumulated so much that you felt you had no choice but to break his heart.

“Hey, Miya.” You say it softly, dropping the perky customer service voice you greeted him with before you turned around and realized who he was. And he flinches. He fucking visibly cringes at the way you speak to him, walking on eggshells and going back to formalities like he’s barely above a stranger to you.

Miya.

(Did you know that he wanted to make that your last name?

Do you know that he still does, even now?)

“Hey,” he replies back, curling his fingers into fists inside his pocket. He thinks his voice comes out all scratchy, like how it always sounds when you don’t use your voice nearly enough. He clears his throat awkwardly. Everything feels awkward; everything feels wrong. He says “hey”, but what he really means to say is please don’t call me Miya; you know the color of my toothbrush, you don’t have to call me Miya.

“Were you looking for something?”

You.

Subconsciously, Atsumu finds himself seeking you out. He walks by another girl on campus and almost breaks his neck with the speed he turns around to catch a whiff of the perfume wafting from her body because he swears it’s the same fragrance you favor. He walks by the building that houses all the classrooms for your specific major, even though it’s located on the opposite side of his own classes because he secretly hopes against all hope that he’ll run into you, and you’ll see him and fall in love with him again. He goes to the same restaurants the two of you frequently ate at together, and he orders your usual because you can never finish your entire meal and always have him finish off the leftovers for you (and the food is always good, but somehow it doesn’t taste the same when your utensils haven’t touched it first). And he doesn’t even need to be here, doesn’t even care enough about his stupid class to go out of his way to buy the study guide, but he knows you’ve started picking up the weekend shifts at the campus bookstore, and suddenly, he cares enough about passing to get the damn study guide.

He shrugs. “Just some stupid workbook to study for an upcoming exam, but it’s not that serious.”

“Oh. Is Dr. Furata giving you a hard time again?”

“How do you do that?” Atsumu blurts out, wanting to kick himself for giving too much of himself away. You already own every centimeter of his heart and maybe his soul. You don’t need anything else from him; he’s almost certain there’s nothing left for him to give you, but he can’t help but impulsively ask the damn question that’s been running through his mind ever since you left him behind.

Did you know that when you’re confused, your brows furrow together, and you get this adorable, endearing crinkle in between them? Do you know that he still finds that same expression as cute as he did when you still called yourself his girlfriend?

“What are you talking about?”

How can you just stand there and act like you never crushed his heart? How do you wake up in the morning and not feel like your life is missing something important, like you’ll never feel whole again? How can you keep him wrapped around your finger, and then have the audacity to not even realize it? How did you let him go so quickly?

Practicing caution, he swallows hard before clarifying, “How do you know everything?” Because if you can act like he’s just a polite acquaintance, like he’s nothing more than another fellow classmate, he can try to play pretend too. He can act like there’s not enough history between the two of you to fill up every damn textbook in this stupid store. “Yeah, Dr. Furata’s been on everyone’s ass. Somethin’ about midterm grades being worth a quarter of our overall grade.”

“Believe me, you’re not the first victim of Dr. Furata’s to come wandering in the store. I think I have a few more of the workbooks he suggested in stock. Let me go check.”

It’s instinct at this point for Atsumu to just follow you. If he uses his imagination, it’s almost like he’s back to browsing in a makeup store, walking aimlessly in every aisle, following you loyally because he’s happy to have you lead the way and he doesn’t care where he ends up, so long as you’re there with him.

But this isn’t an afternoon date with you. This is him following a bookstore employee. After you find that study guide, which is really nothing more than his flimsy excuse for seeking you out, you’re going to ask him “card or cash?”, ring him up at the register, and he’s going to walk out that door and have to act like he’s still not in love with you. All the while, you’re doing fine. You’re fine right now, and you’re going to be fine when he leaves, and you’re probably going to be fine, five years down the line, when you’re happy with someone else and Atsumu is alone because in this little hypothetical, he still hasn’t gotten over you.

He is trailing behind you in this bookstore, and your back is facing him, and he’s panicking because he doesn’t think he’s capable of not loving you.

Just two weeks ago, you knew him better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than Osamu, perhaps even better than he knows himself. Now, you just give him a polite smile as you grab the small stool to reach the books located at the very top of the shelf.

“God, I hate the way we organize everything in the store.” You say, lightheartedly complaining. He knows you do. He knows because he’s known you for nearly a decade. The two of you have grown up together. You made this same complaint sprawled out on the couch in his apartment.

When he doesn’t reply, you look down to see if something’s the matter, only to do it too quickly that you find yourself losing your balance. Before you can come crashing to the floor, Atsumu is quick to catch you, and you pretend that his protective embrace isn’t comforting. You pretend not to notice that he’s wearing the cologne you bought him for Christmas last year, and you continue to pretend that you don’t miss him at all, that you don’t still love him.

And for a second, the two of you both pretend that you’re still with each other. That it’s perfectly okay to savor this intimate moment, that his arms wrapped around your body right now isn’t awkward in the slightest. He’s staring at you with a sort of starstruck, boylike wonder, and it’s so familiar, so sweet, because it’s the way he always used to look at you. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, and—

The loud ring! interrupts whatever moment the two of you are sharing, and you nearly jump out of his arms. You hear the distinct footsteps of another student, and you adjust your shirt before remembering where the two of you are — what the two of you are. Not a couple. Barely even friends. Just a bookstore employee and a student that needs a book. That’s all the two of you are allowed to be.

“I should probably go check up front and make sure they don’t need any help.” You tell him, biting down on your lip. “Anyway, did you need anything else, or would you like me to check you out right now?”

He blinks a few times, as if still in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure.” The tips of his ears are flushed a light pink. “Y-yeah, I’m done here.”

The two of you practically race each other to the front of the store, and you step behind the counter to scan his workbook. He drums his fingers, looking around the store. When he’s nervous, he likes to be moving. You know this.

Just looking for an excuse to use his hands, Atsumu mindlessly picks a pack of gum off a nearby rack and slides it towards you so you can also scan it. You know you shouldn’t say it. You know it’s supposed to be a clean break. Instead, you tell him,

“Actually, if you want, I have the fruit variety flavor.”

“Huh?” This catches his attention.

You reach into one of the boxes that have just been shipped to the store, rummaging through a tiny one before revealing a shiny, new package of gum, this one advertising all the flavors based on tropical fruits. “Would you rather have this one?”

“Oh, yeah!” As if truly forgetting what the two of you actually are (exes, strangers with too much history, two people still pretending like they’re not in love), his eyes light up. “How did you kno—” He doesn’t finish the question. He knows the answer to the question.

You’re quick to finish ringing him up, the “polite strangers” illusion being completely shattered. It’s obvious, really, that there are always going to be parts of Atsumu that still live deep inside of you. You can only hope that this isn’t the case for him.

You hand him the bag, and when he grabs it from you, your fingers just barely graze each other’s. Atsumu is scared — scared that this might be the last time he ever feels your touch.

And because you’re a glutton for punishment, you find yourself telling him,

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You can’t tell who’s more devastated: you or him.

#the way i got kicked in the chest with nostalgia #why do i feel like i read this one before?#📖: fic recs #im absolutely devastated #my box blonde boyfie and breaking his heart #🦊: tsum tsum

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merelydaydreaming · 21 days

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#i think it was soul eater and rosario vampire #i didnt know they were manga cause my cousins caller them comics

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Feel free to elaborate on this or write a whole fic or never think about this again but- I feel like people make Kageyama out to be this heavily awkward guy with no social skills but I think he has the potential to just SNAP, especially in the bedroom if he’s being teased a tad overboard or is feeling possessive and jealous. Like he just screams to me rough and dominating in the bedroom—a quiet doer guy Thoughts?

no, because it's kind of easy to get tobio all riled up. you don't even mean to provoke him, honest! it's just an innocent, teasing remark:

"wow, miya was doing really great at practice today!”

kageyama is silent, but you notice the slight pause in his movements before he resumes taking off his sneakers and tossing his gym bag to the side. he had invited you to watch him practice with the rest of the olympic team, and of course, it's because of your presence that fucking atsumu would want to show off.

you love tobio with your whole heart; it’s why you’re wearing a ring he bought for you, why his last name is going to be yours, why you’re heading to the kitchen to get dinner heated up for him. you don’t mean anything by your comments because you’re confident that no one could possibly be replacing him on the starting lineup. you just want to show him that you’re being a good fiancée, attentive and interested in his career.

“i think everyone was hitting all of his sets perfectly. like, a bunch of guys on the team were raving about how easy and effortless it is when he sets. that’s good, right?”

tobio lets out an irritated sigh as he follows you to the kitchen. “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

you can be such a ditz, y'know? when tobio gives you that exasperated sigh, with his little annoyed expression on his face, the way he eats his dinner in silence — you take it that maybe you've said the wrong thing, but you just don't know what. so you get to chatting up a storm to fill the silence, and somehow, it ends up with you reminding him of your high school days at seijoh. where you were a cheerleader.

where you cheered wholeheartedly for oikawa.

"you liked being a cheerleader?" you don't pick up on the sharpness of tobio's tone; you're just happy he's finally feeling up to speaking. so you give him an enthusiastic hum and nod, saying that you loved being on the cheer team and rooting for the volleyball team especially!!

and tobio isn't exactly a humble person. he likes hearing the noise of a crowd, a stadium full of people, chanting his name. it fills him with pride.

but a stadium full of fans screaming out "kageyama" is nothing compared to your little pleasure-provoked whines of tobio. you don't know what you did to set off your fiancé, only that the exhausted slump of his body after a grueling practice has disappeared. there's no way he's human; how could he possibly be fucking into you so deeply, so harshly, if he's supposed to be bone-tired?

tobio loves fucking in missionary. he loves the way he can admire your fucked out expression, how easy it is to plant kisses on your pouty lips and collarbone, how he can grab at your legs, make your calves burn with how he has you folded.

this is how you know he's upset. he's pounding into you with a vitriol-fueled vigor, and he's doing it from the back. you had let out a little yelp when he first demanded you get up from your chair, only to have him spin you 'round and bend you over the kitchen counter.

it's a bit painful; he's just so big, so long — he reaches places no one else has, has found all the spots that reduce you into a mushy, boneless, fucked out little mess.

"who does this cunt belong to?" he grunts out.

"it's yours! a-all yours, tobio. only yours!" it's so hard to speak when you're so close to cumming. he rewards your statement by rubbing rough circles against your clit, and the stimulation is enough to bring you to your release. you let out broken sobs as you cum, his thrusts becoming too much for your little sensitive pussy.

"sl-slow down, tobio, pleeease." but it's hard for him to take you seriously when you're clamping down on him like you don't want him to leave.

"thought i owned this little cunt, though? that's what you told me. are you lying?" he seems to pound into you even harder with every rhetorical question, thrusts getting angrier at the mere idea of you wanting anyone else to fuck you. "you're takin' my dick so well, though. are you just a whore, or are you my personal little slut?"

"yours, yours, yours." every time you say it, it comes out broken and hard to understand. you can't see him from this angle, can only admire the marble of the kitchen counter, but he's smiling.

"yeah? you're not oikawa's little slut?"

you shake your head, whimpering at the onslaught of pain and pleasure he's forcing onto you. "n-not oikawa's. not anyone else's." you let out a high-pitched moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. "e-especially not miya's."

"i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. i'm the only one who gets to fill up this sweet pussy." he relishes in the way you keep on moaning his name, your cute whines of tobio fading into background noise as he tilts his head back, lets his release flow right into you, making a mess out of your abused cunt.

right when you think he's worked out all of his frustrations, right when your body finally relaxes once more, you feel him biting down on your shoulder, sure to leave a mark on your precious skin. he starts rutting his hips once more, and you know that you've just provoked him to the point of no return.

you're not complaining, though.

#thats my baby #my secret boyfie #💙: little blueberry boy #🫐: kageyama

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merelydaydreaming · 25 days

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gonna start posting the few anime fics ive written here maybe

#im also gonna mass delete shit off my ao3 #emm speaks

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merelydaydreaming · 25 days

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playfighting with atsumu is always fun until you get too cocky and tell him to use his full strength, no holding back, and you won’t stop teasing him until he does. he moves faster than you expect him to, and he has you pinned underneath him, one hand holding onto both of your wrists, keeping you restrained. he didn’t even have to break a sweat to get you right where he wants you, and all he can do is smile meanly when he asks you what his prize for winning this little game will be.

#but i can totally see him being smug until he sees your lips wobble #barely registering the solid thunk of your head knocking against the floor #hurriedly pulling you close and rubbing at the spot your hands reach towards #apologizing and then even crying a lil lmao

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merelydaydreaming · 25 days

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thinking about pro!tobio kageyama who has a notoriously shy girlfriend. his fans are supportive so if they ever see yall together in public, they don’t take photos or only ask for kageyama in the pic. the paparazzi, however, are hungering for an exclusive photo of you. they’re waiting for you two as you’re exiting a team celebration. kageyama’s got an arm wrapped protectively around your waist, you’re pressed against his body, and you have one of your hands trying to shield your face from view. they’re shouting at the both of you, and you can tell tobio is close to losing his temper. he reaches his breaking point when one guy points his camera directly in your face, leading him to make headlines of OLYMPIC ATHLETE KAGEYAMA LOSES HIS COOL AND $800 FROM BREAKING CAMERA!

#so boyfriend of him ngl #but thats cute that he has respectful fans

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merelydaydreaming · 27 days

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not you hinding this the tags, amber, please the last one is so funny 🤣

haikyuu brainrot is literally terminal. if u or someone u know has this affliction, here's something you will probably need

#haikyu is good for the soul #good for the heart #bad for the mind i go kind of crazy every time i watch it

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merelydaydreaming · 29 days

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its 2024 why are we still calling Atsumu piss hair lmao

#atsumu #seriously why are still calling him that?#like no offense it still funny but like for reals #emm rants

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You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, trying to show him some stupid tiktok, when Levi loses his patience.

“What’s the deal with you and Erwin?”

The question’s been biting at the back of Levi’s throat all night. No, it’s been there for months, but the alcohol made him stupid- made him brave enough to ask the question aloud. You pause for a moment, head still bobbing to whatever shitty song Nifa decided to play over the speakers.

“What did you say?” you say after a long moment.

“You heard me. You and Erwin.”

You blink, then snort into your beer before taking a long sip. The video keeps playing, looping over and over again until Levi presses the side button to end his misery and save your phone battery. “Winnie’s my friend.”

Levi’s eyes flicker to the living room for just a moment to check in with the rest of the party, but it’s long enough to catch Erwin stealing a glance. Both men raise a brow at each other before returning to what they were doing: Erwin to his beer pong, Levi to … whatever this is.

Levi blames his bitterness on the alcohol.

“Don’t worry-”

Levi wants to protest at that. He’s not worried, not one bit. Sure, he wants to set himself on fire every time you called Ewrin ‘Winnie’…. but he’s certainly not worried.

“Nothing’s ever going to happen between us. Winnie’s cute and all but,” you continue with a shrug, laughing into the rim of your glass. “I don’t think he could, uh- do all the things I need.”

Levi raises one eyebrow, watching a corner of the kitchen as if he isn’t hanging on your every word. There’s a flicker -a tiny, tiny, tiny, flicker- of happiness building in between his ribs that that he can’t explain.

He shouldn’t- no, he doesn’t- care about your love life, and yet he finds himself asking: “Like?”

You wiggle and kick your feet, the lack of sleep and early hour making you unusually giddy. “You know, he’s so proper and nice, I can’t imagine that he could-”

You gesture vaguely in front of you, stumbling over your words. “He’s such a nice guy, but I don’t think he could- argh, you know-”

“You don’t think he’d fuck you.” Levi realizes it as he says it.

You shrug, clearly trying to bite back a wicked grin. Your legs brushes up against his much too firmly to be an accident as you lean in to him to whisper, forehead pressed into his temple. “I don’t think he’d fuck me right.”

Levi thinks it’s the sugary mixed drinks that are making his heart race. It’s the alcohol making his skin burn, making his clothes feel too heavy- he knows he should reel himself in, knows he should leave sleeping dogs lie…

but he needs to know.

Levi isn’t sure when his hand found your thigh, but he’s aware of it creeping upwards. He almost wishes that you’ll stop him, cut him off before he really gets his hopes up.

“And what constitutes as fucking you right?” Levi says.

“Hard. Fast.” Your thighs part every so slightly, letting his fingertips travel closer to your center, “Rough. Dirty.”

You lean away from him, back on to your hands, to watch him. There’s a hunger in your eyes, a fire that Levi would love to feed.

“Do you know anyone willing to give me that, Levi?”

The song changes. The heavy bass matches the pattern of his heartbeat. “I have a couple ideas.”

#levi the way i absolutely love you #id let him do anything to me #📖: fic recs #🗡: levi

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