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Wish Granted - Mammon x AFAB Bodied Reader (NSFW)

Woohoo! I finally finished this! Happy birthday clown boy I am so in love with you 😭

NSFW!! Minors please do not interact!!

This has plot points, dialogue, and spoilers for chapters about 33-38 I believe!!

Tags/Triggers: Language, Smut, AFAB Body Parts, Fingering, Penetration (If you’d like anything else tagged, please let me know!!!)

This is also my first smut please don’t go hard on me lmao anyway let’s go 🌸 - Happy Birthday Mammon!

“W-What we were wishing for… at that moment?”.

Your body goes numb. Acutely aware of the heat rising to your face, your gaze quickly darts to the floor, then back at the seven faces crowded around you. Tightening the grip you had on the bottom of your shirt, you slowly trail your line of vision across the expressions of your pactmates, willing them not to notice the sweat that has begun to gather lightly on your brow until your eyes meet the one who’s attention you cared about most.

Like clockwork, cerulean orbs with golden flecked irises lock onto yours. Feeling yourself shake a bit at the tension, you bring your hand up to your face to feign a cough. “Your video game cursed us into this time loop, and now you have to grant all of our wishes to break it? So uh, how…how exactly are you going to make that happen, Levi?”, you question, voice a little too high.

“Well, of course with all of your guy’s help!”, exclaims the third eldest, who didn’t seems apologetic enough considering the circumstances. A moment of silence befalls the room before the sound of a laugh comes from the mouth of the demon of greed. “Ya, sure, okay. You have fun with that Levi!”, he chuckles before tucking his arms behind his head, turning to leave the room.

“You guys aren’t gonna help?! You do realize this time loop affects us all, right?”, Levi bewilders. “I do have to agree with Mammon on this one”, Satan piques, crossing his arms and exiting the room, “This is your mess, so it’s up to you to fix it.” In what you can only assume is disbelief, Levi turns to Lucifer, who only nods before agreeing. “Right. Levi, it’s your responsibility. See to it that this day does not repeat again.”

At the sight of deer worry on his face, you place a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Levi, I’ll help you out!”, you cheer, trying to hide the waver in your voice. Jacket covered arms make their way around you. “MC, you’re an angel!”, he cries, causing you to swallow hard, tongue suddenly feeling too big for your mouth.

Right, an angel… your brain feels fuzzy as your heart quickens at the thought of the inevitable fulfillment of your wish, the thoughts that plagued your mind when you found yourself alone. You curse yourself, knowing your idea, what you wanted at that moment, what you’ve wanted for awhile now, was way less than holy.

You begin with Lucifer, assuming it to be easiest to go to the oldest first, who’s wish should be the most rationale. You didn’t expect it to include the one person in this house you were too nervous to take in right now.

“If only Mammon could become a proper demon, life would be so much easier for me.”

You lightly curse under your breath, dragging your feet behind Levi as you make your way to Mammon’s bedroom. This was the last place you wanted to be right now. The silent embarrassment you feel simmers to the surface as soon as you take in the second born’s face. You can faintly hear Levi and Mammon arguing about something, and if you really focused you bet you could make out what they were saying through the ringing in your ears. You trail your gaze throughout his room.

It’s messy. Of course he’d live like a bachelor. Empty chip bags and dirty clothes litter the floor. You turn your attention to his car, a stark contrast on its platform, shining beautifully as if it was just waxed minutes ago. You shift your view downwards, and can feel your heart lurch when your eyes land on his bed. Flashes of your visions play through your head. You dart your tongue between your lips to allow some form of moisture to reach them, noticing how they were all too chapped, mouth feeling all too dry.

You follow their lead, walking back towards Lucifer to bring him the subject of his wish. Words are exchanged between the three of them, something about honesty and something about properness. It’s too hard to focus, the anxiety creeping up your neck making it near impossible. You see Levi run out of the room only to return with something in his hands. A piece of jewelry? A necklace or… a bangle.

Levi slaps the bracket around his brother’s wrist. Wanting to alleviate your own confusion, you try your hardest to tune back in. “So this bangle forces people to tell the truth!”, cheers Levi.

Oh dear Diavolo.

You don’t pay attention to what happens next in their exchange. You just know you need to keep that bangle far away from yourself.

The three of you make your way back to Mammon’s room. Naturally, you assume his wish is the next to grant. It was probably something to do with grimm, you think. You can’t form a deep thought, too busy being acutely aware of where the bracelet was at now, residing in Levi’s pocket. The idea that he could slip it on your wrist at any moment, forcing the intimate details of your wish out at any time; it was almost too much to bear.

You are suddenly brought back to the present moment at Mammon’s sudden pause. He’s refusing to tell Levi his wish. Why would he…

You begin to question his actions, but cannot complete the thought before Levi slips the bracelet back onto his brother. “Just so you’re aware, that bangle is made so that only the person who puts it on you can take it off.” You feel your body tense at the sentiment that falls out of Levi’s mouth. Your panic attack subsides as you hear Mammon call your name.

“I was thinkin’ about MC! I mean, I saw how MC was cozying up to Satan and Belphie and everyone at the party… bein’ all flirty and stuff. Like, if ya keep showin’ that sweet and happy side of yours in front of everyone like that, they’re all gonna fall for you! That’s why I wish you’d only do that sorta stuff when you’re alone with m…mmhhaohm..”

His words are cut off when he brings his hand to clamp over his mouth.

Your heart jumps to your throat and swells at your crushes’ confession. It’s almost too good to be true. Sure, Mammon’s made passing comments about his affection for you, but only in private, and never like this. You find yourself too stunned to speak.

“D’AAAAH LEVI! Take this damn bangle offa me before I go blurtin’ out even more stuff I shouldn’t!”, Mammon rages at his brother. Your mind continues to buffer as Levi refuses and darts out of the room. When you finally begin to regain some form of consciousness, it’s stolen from you again as a tanned hand wraps around your wrist firmly. “Hey, MC! C’mon you gotta help me! I’m gonna catch Levi and FORCE him to take this thing offa me!”.

You stumble over your own feet trying to match pace with Mammon as he leads you out to the main hallway, continuing his tirade about catching Levi all while pulling at the object fastened around his wrist. It’s kind of funny, you think to yourself. One of the most feared leaders of the Devildom bested by a bracelet. But, you figure this is best left unsaid, for his sake of course.

He seems to read your thoughts with his next sentence. “It’s no use. I can’t get this damn bangle off no matter how hard I try. What am I suppose to do? I can’t take havin’ this thing on me!”

It’s his next blurb that takes you by surprise.

“Like, what if I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh!?”

You feel your body engulfing itself in what feels to be red-hot flames, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover up the fact it had dropped open in shock. Was this your wish coming true in some round about way? Was this Levi’s doing? It felt too good to be true.

Mammon seems to mirror your shock, quickly averting his eyes towards the floor. The words find their way out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, “How much do you like me exactly?”. You feel a tinge of regret, knowing it wasn’t fair to ask him such a thing while he was under the influence of this magical item, but the giddiness in your stomach wins over your rationality.

“I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest!”, he all but word-vomits out, not being able to help it. “I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “D’AAAAH this is bad! I keep blurtin’ out every thought that pops into my head!”.

“Every thought huh….”, you trail off. Now that was an idea. If everyone’s wishes needed to be granted tonight, that includes you. Under normal circumstances, there’s no way you’d EVER be able to admit your thoughts out loud, short circuiting every time the images that ran through your mind popped into view. You doubt you could stand to look the avatar of greed in the eyes and admit your…fantasies… aloud to him and still have a single ounce of pride left in you after, even if he did just state his love for you. This was a step further. Scratch that, leaps and bounds forward. But, if you put on that bracelet, you’d have no choice but to fess up, your wants brought to surface in order to break this time loop.

“I cant let any of my brothers hear me talkin’ like this”, his eyes dart around, looking for something. “Come on, MC! We’ll worry about findin’ Levi later.”

Once again his hand finds its way to your wrist, but your quick to slide your own upwards, taking his hand into your own. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you saw his blush get even darker. You allow him to pull you into the first door he sees, leading you both into one of the house’s many bathrooms.

“…All right, great. No one’s gonna be able to hear me from in here.” His usually demeanor seems to faulted as he shifts his focus on to you. His voice is barely above a whisper. “Now listen’. I’m willin’ to tell ya what it is I wished for…But only you, okay? Because you’re special to me.”

You promise not to laugh as you you watch him fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. You have to stop yourself from reaching a hand out to touch his face, his bashfulness letting on to the severity of his words. You know first hand how hard it is for him to share his feelings.

“So, here’s the thing. What I want is, you know, to h….me”, he mumbles under his breath. “Speak clearly, Mammon”, you encourage him to elaborate. “Ugh…I don’t wanna”, he huffs back in response. Tentatively, you decide to reach a shaky hand out to lift his chin, eyes meeting your gaze.

“All right, fine. What I said is…

I want to hear you say you like me, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face. You couldn’t count how many days you’ve waited to hear Mammon say those words to you, how you’ve dreamt of him reciprocating your feelings you haven’t dared to admit. “Ugh… This is so embarrassing. Like, what kind of messed up torture is this anyway…”.

He goes in depth, explaining the train of thought that brought him to his wish. The excitement you feel makes you forget about the agony of admitting your own. Your words burst out of your mouth like fireworks, “I love you too, Mammon!”. Tears brim at your lash line as you throw you arms around him, almost making him lose his balance.

“Yeah, I love you too, like so much that it’s crazy. I don’t care if you’re a human and I’m a demon. None of that matters. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t need anything else.”

His words wash over you like a waterfall. You’re not sure who to thank at this point, but you wish the higher powers that brought you to him profusely in your head.

“Hmm, THATS weird”, a voice rips you out of your trace. Huh, you didn’t expect those higher powers to respond to you. “Yeah, it IS weird. I mean, I’m the Avatar of Greed, ya know? And yet here I am, head over heels on love with MC.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You freeze in place. You know that voice, and right now you could kill it’s owner for listening in on this intimate moment. Levi’s messy blue hair pops up from inside the bathtub. “I meant it’s weird that the charm doesn’t seem to have faded.”

The third born seems indifferent to his brother’s shock as he simply turns to you asking who’s wish you should try granting next. You can’t help but flicker your eyes to the bracelet on Mammon’s wrist. Well, if your wish HAD to be granted, you suppose now would be the best time to admit it.

“Levi, take the bangle off of Mammon”, you command. “What! Why?”, exclaims the otaku, “He’s finally being proper! You know, not a total scumbag!”

You ignore Mammon’s indignant shouts at his brother for the insult and Levi’s protesting, simply stating “I’ll need it to grant my wish.” With that sentiment, both boys shut up, Mammon offering up his wrist for Levi to slip the bracelet off and hand it to you. “I’ll also need this”, you finish, grabbing Mammon’s hand with a devilish smile and leading him back out into the hallway.

“H-Hey! Where are you going! Wait for me!”, calls Levi as he begins to exit the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, he finds himself unable to follow you, pact mark lighting up at your orders. “Go ahead and see if you can grant any of the other wishes without me. We’ll take care of my own.” You throw Mammon a chaste smile, taking in the way that his breathing hitches as you lead the demon back towards his own bedroom.

Now, it was your turn for your breath to hitch, nerves getting the better of you. You’d think just admitting your love for each other would make this part easier, but if anything it made it that much harder.

It’s Mammon who breaks the heavy silence between the two of you, blush still apparent on his face as you both lean against his pool table. “So uh, what’d ya need the bangle for? Cause if it’s to get me to admit more mushy stuff, I ain’t talkin’!”, he jokes, laughing lightly to try to dissipate the mood that had fallen between the two of you.

“A-Actually, I’m gonna need you to put this on me”, you you mutter, looking anywhere but at the demon before you’s face. A questioning look replaced his slight grin. He cocks his head to the side as if to ask why.

“Cause if I put it on, I can take it off right? And then I have a chance to chicken out, you know, not tell you my wish…what I was thinking about when Levi activated the curse.”

“Ah, cmon MC! Whatever yer wish was it can’t be anymore embarrassin’ than mine. And look, it turned out juuuuust fine!”, he flashes that blinding grin at you. The pit (and fire) in your stomach only grows. You give him your shaking wrist and a nod, allowing him to slip the bangle over your wrist.

No going back now…

“All right MC, now the The Great Mammon what ya wished for!”

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The worry inside you bubbles up and threatens to spill over onto the floor. He’s been frozen for a while now, the same expression on his face. The tension in the room is almost palpable, like if you reached out you could grab it. It’s been a full minute of silence from the second born, a rare occasion, since your wish fell from your lips into the air.

Finally, he clears his throat to speak, the brightest red you’ve ever seen beginning to adorn this cheeks, “Y-you want me to t-take you? Ya mean like on a date right? Ha ha, yeah sure MC! W-we can uh, w-we can go anywhere you’d like, just name the place and we’ll-”

“Mammon, that’s not what I meant”, you cut him off, staring at the floor which had suddenly become very interesting ever since your wish had left your mouth.

“D-don’t ya think I know that! J-just gimme a minute!”, he clambers, clearly not expecting the request you laid out in front of him.

Another moment of silence passes as you watch the second born scrunch his eyes shut, breathing deeply. He brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, contemplating. “W-we don’t have to! If you don’t want to! Really, it was stupid of me to even suggest it! I-I’m so sorry this is probably so awkward. Let’s go help Levi grant the others wishes first! T-that way we don’t have to do mine until last! A-and the spell will probably break before-”

This time he cuts you off, seemingly coming to a decision in his mind. “MC, quiet down would ya?”, he huffs, setting his glasses down on the pool table. You watch him carefully as he shimmies off his jacket, throwing it haphazardly onto the felt. You take a step back. Was it shock you were feeling? Surprise? Embarrassment?

He opens his eyes and stares daggers into your soul. Something in the mood has shifted, his usual goofy demeanor gone. As he moves toward you, you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine - something he takes notice of with a low chuckle. “So, I was busy worryin’ that you wouldn’t tell me ya liked me, and the whole time you were thinkin’ about this?

He reaches you now, towering over you with his stature. He lifts a hand to your chin, roughly cupping your face to run his thumb over your cheek. “Seems like The Great Mammon’s been on your mind, huh?”, he whispers, almost jeering at you, teasing you. His thumb moves to run across your bottom lip, soft and smooth. You can stop the quiet whimper that leaves your throat, eyes blinking rapidly up at the demon before you.

“That’s a good human.”

You melt into his touch, unable to meet his gaze now. You swallow thickly, trying not to show him how much the little nickname effected you, but it was no use. “Ya like that, don’tcha MC? Bein’ a good little human? Bein’ my good little human.”

You can’t help it now. His name leaves your throat like a plea, “M-Mammon~”.

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing his face ever closer to yours. “That’s it, say my name.”

He stops his advances right before his lips meet yours, a ghost of uncertainty on his face. You flutter your lashes at him, silently willing him to continue. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks quietly, almost timid now. Your heart softens at the sight. This. This is one of things that made you fall for him. The side of him he never showed his brothers; The side of him that was reserved only for you.

You bring your own hand up to settle on his own, gently caressing the back. “Mams, of course I want this. And I want this with no one else. There is no one else, it’s just you.” The expression that fills his orbs can only be described as adoration. “My wish,,” you continue “I was thinking about, you know, this because I’m always thinking about you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I got here. I love you, Mammon.”

It’s all he needs to hear. The second born’s eyes light up before he leans in, closing the gap between you. What starts soft and slow quickly becomes a needy mess of teeth and spit, tangled limbs and wanton touches.

He seems to experiment, biting down softly on your bottom lip. Gasping at the subtle pain, he quickly takes the advantage to slip his tongue into his mouth, beginning a fight for dominance. Though it was one you’d let him win, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You finally pull back with a soft moan, much to his annoyance as he chases your lips once more. You place a hand onto his chest, “Mams, as nice as that was, I still need to breathe”, you giggle, as he pops a cocky expression. “Oi, so you’re sayin’ I took yer breath away, huh?”, he smirks.

“Oh God, shut up!”, you laugh, playfully slapping at his grip, your nerves setting back in when you realize the smile he sported has slowly left his face. “Oh right, s-sorry”, you stutter, “You know it’s just a human saying.” His eyes narrow as he pulls you ever closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You should know better than to mention that name here..”, he trails off, breathing deeply before continuing, “Don’tcha worry, by the time I’m done with ya the only thing you’ll remember how to say is mine.”

He punctuates the thought with a harsh nip to your ear lobe, sharp canines almost breaking skin. “A-ah!”, you can’t help but squeak at the sensation, going to reach a hand up to muffle yourself before he firmly grasps it, pulling it down to your side. “None of that. I wanna hear all the noises ya could possibly make.”

His hands start to move from your shoulders now, softly running up and down the skin of your arms to make their way to your plush hips as his attack on all your senses continues. Feeling bold from his ministrations, you decide to test to waters, teasingly reaching a hand down to grasp his growing length trapped beneath his jeans.

“F-fuck”, he can’t help but groan, taking a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “On the bed. Now”, he hisses out, a demand you gladly comply with.

As soon as your back hits the sheets, Mammon is on top of you, hovering with a dangerous look in his eye. In an instant his lips reach yours again in a messy haze of want. His hands slide down from their place by your head to reach your chest. He hesitates only a second before squeezing your breasts beneath his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Do you know just how long I’ve dreamt of seein’ ya like this? Havin’ ya underneath me? Undressin’ ya with my own two hands?”, his tone sultry as he continues feeling you up.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Help me take these off?”, you blink up at him innocently, but your voice was laced with something so much more sinister. The second born goes red at your suggestion, hands moving faster than he can keep up with as he lifts your shirt up over your head and all but tears at your bra.

“A-ah careful! That was expensive!”, you complain, bracing yourself as you hear an inevitable rip in the material due to his rough handling. He’s almost out of breath when he replies a quick “I’ll buy ya another”, too excited to get to the main event.

As soon as the material leaves your form, he latches on, biting and sucking harshly. You can’t help the high pitched sounds that leave your throat as his tongue circles your nipple softly, only to be interrupted by the feeling of sharp fangs clamping down. Bringing a hand up to your other breast, he begins poking and pinching, rolling the nipple between his fingers mercilessly.

“I-it’s too much! Slow down puh-please”, you plead, feeling the familiar sensation begin to bubble in your stomach. Your words fall on deaf ears. Now that he’s heard those pretty noises that you can make, how could you expect him to hold back? Maybe if he were a better man, he thinks to himself, he could be softer, making this a tender moment. But he’s not; He’s one of the Devildom’s Seven Leaders for a reason dammit.

His mouth leaves your chest to once again crash upon your lips, as his hand dips down between your thighs, beginning to rub at the material of your jeans. You almost can’t hold back now either, breaking apart your kiss to speak. “Mams, I need you”, you whine, giving the boy above you your best pout. He laughs, jeering at your display, “Glad to know I’m not the only one here who’s impatient.”

In a flash, he unbuttons your jeans, pulling the denim down along with your panties. As soon as the cold air hits your most private area, you cross your legs, covering up. His face flashes concern. “O-oi, what’s wrong?”, he asks, leaning back to give you space just in case you changed your mind. You simply giggle up at the white haired demon, “It’s not fair that I’m the only one undressed, you know.”

It takes a second before your request hits him, but you know it does when an annoying smirk flashes across his face. “Oh? Didn’t get enough from all my cover shoots did ya? Don’t worry, MC, I’ll give ya juuust what ya want”.

Oh you know what he’s doing. That absolute dick.

Slowly, sloooowly, Mammon reaches his hand under his shirt, slightly lifting up the material to let you peak at his abs. He runs his fingers up and down the muscles before lifting the black shirt up and over his head, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck once freed, lolling it from side to side. His eyes flicker down at you to test your expression, finding you gulping at the sight.

“Ya like whatcha see dontcha, MC?”, he questions with an irritating cockiness, hands reaching his waist now to carefully, agonizingly, undo his leather belt at a snail’s pace. “Mams, p-please!”, you cry out at his little strip tease, “Need you now!”. His face softens with your pleading. “Gah! okay, okay- ya know how cute ya sound when you beg?”, he huffs speeding up his movements.

He strips himself completely, leaving you both bare within each other’s presences. He leans down now, eyes full of appreciation as he begins kissing down your body. Softly, a hand comes down to rub at your mound. He pokes at your clit, rubbing in circles once he hears you begin to cry out. One ring clad finger enters you, then another as he stretches you out, preparing you for what’s to come.

“So wet, so pretty, and’s all for me”, he breaths, “how in the hell did I get so lucky?”. You smile at his admission, leave it to him to be so cute at a time like this. His eyes flash up at you, a beautiful mix of lust and love. He seems almost shy when he asks, “Do ya think you’re ready now?”.

You nod at him with a soft smile, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. He leans into the affection, expression matching yours. “Right. Just let me know if ya need me to stop.” Your small nod signals the okay as he lines up with your entrance.

He slides in gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. The stimulation is dizzying. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve had - as to be expected of a demon - but you’re so over taken by the sensation of him stretching you out, and your wish being granted at the same time. He gives an experimental thrust and he already has you on the brink.

He’s knows it too if your clenching is anything to go by. “Shit- so tight!”, he groans through his teeth, “Keep that up I’m not gonna be able to last.” As he begins to set the pace, your mind goes blank. It’s not long before he has you seeing stars. “M-Mammo.. gonna…”, you manage to choke out, letting him know your limits. “Y-yea, me too,” he huffs, “Go on an cum for me, ya? Cum for me treasure.”

At his command, you fall apart. He chases after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finishes inside. “F-fuck, I love ya, MC”, he croaks out before coming down from his high, collapsing on top of you.

It takes a bit for you both to catch your breath, still basking in the afterglow of the moment. He holds you in a vice grip, like he can’t believe what just happened actually happened; Like he’s afraid you’ll leave him at any moment. He lifts his head up to look at you, face flushed and adorably messy.

“So, do ya think the time loop broke? I-I mean we granted your wish?”, He questions. “I dunno, I guess we’d need to go find Levi to see. Wanna go check?”, you ask, studying his beautiful wrecked expression.

He burries his head back into its rightful place in your neck before muttering, “Nah, not yet. Let’s stay like this for awhile. If we don’t repeat today again, I wanna savor this moment while it lasts.”

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, fem!reader, afab!reader, smut (minors go away) ✧ word count ➼ ~6k

“You’re going to be in the middle of nowhere just to write for two weeks?” Levi asked with a clear hint of skepticism in his voice.

You nodded as you continued packing.

“I think it’ll be a nice change of pace compared to how chaotic it can get on campus.”

Levi blinked at you a few times without saying anything, maintaining that skeptical expression with the way that his eyebrow was slightly raised. He knew there was more. As wonderful as the alone time might have sounded, the inconvenience of having to travel so far and be in an area with little to no services seemed too much to be explained by getting a “nice change of pace”.

You noticed his silence and looked back at him.

“It’s also paid,” you reluctantly admitted.

“Ah,” he muttered, suddenly understanding. Getting to do your graduation project while being paid to hang out at forest reserve did sound appealing. “Still, two weeks?”

“Actually a month,” you corrected with a shrug, “but I couldn’t afford to go for that long, so I went for the two-week option instead.”

“Hmm,” Levi mumbled without really responding.

Two weeks was a long time. The last time you left, it was only for a week and it had prompted that huge fight that resulted in you storming out of the apartment and crashing on your friend’s living room couch instead of coming home.

While he was still annoyed at himself for getting as attached as he was to you, he internally made a promise to himself to at least put some effort into not immediately regressing back into being a dick the minute you left for your trip.

“Wanna come with?”

“What?” Levi asked abruptly, having not expected the question while he was deep in thought. It wasn’t a request that even crossed his mind.

“You said Erwin’s out of town for the month, right?” you asked as you vaguely remembered Levi complaining about being locked out of lab for a few weeks and being unable to do any real work. “So you can’t even really go into lab?”

Levi was still blankly staring at you, struggling to process your sudden request.

“I can bring one guest,” you explained. “You wanna come?”

His instinct was to say no. Spending two weeks in the middle of nowhere was not something his mind would jump to when he thought of things he wanted to do to relax, although being away from people did sound nice. Plus, the idea of getting to be by you for those two weeks sounded much more pleasurable than staying at the apartment on his own when he couldn’t even do any work.

“Might be nice to be away from others for two weeks,” you said as a small smile appeared on your face. “Just you and me.”

Levi scoffed.

“And be trapped with your insufferable ass for two weeks?”

You pouted and chucked a rolled up pair of socks at him from your bag.

An ever-so-subtle smirk appeared on Levi’s lips as he caught your socks and threw them back at you.

“If I must,” he mumbled with a feigned sigh of annoyance, but that small smirk on his face betrayed him, making his desire to simply be around you more than obvious.

~~~~~

The cabin was cozy, but was by no means small. When you had imagined spending two weeks in a “remote camping resort” that was quite literally in the middle of nowhere, you imagined staying in a small log cabin that had no internet and was running on minimal electricity. Instead, you ended up staying in a fairly large cabin with multiple kitchenettes, bedrooms, and bathrooms. If you had the money, you’d pay to vacation here, so you were astonished that you were getting paid to stay here and write. Granted, you had to fill out a lengthy application regarding your ability to write, publish, and sell your light novel, but considering the fact that you needed it just to graduate, getting the application processed was a piece of cake.

The fact that you were able to stay here, as well as being able to bring a guest along, was an opportunity that you were immensely glad to have taken. It was indeed refreshing when compared to being trapped on a crowded college campus filled with students that were either stressed, drunk, or both.

There were three other applicants that you were sharing the cabin with. Some of them brought friends or significant others as their guests, so it ended up being more like five people that you were sharing the same building with, but with how big the cabin itself was, it essentially felt like you had it to yourself.

“You said they’re paying you to do this?” Levi asked skeptically as he began methodically unpacking your duffle bag.

You had originally thrown your bag onto the queen-sized bed, which immediately made him scrunch his nose up in disgust that you were bringing something that had clearly touched the floor onto the bed where you were supposed to be sleeping. He immediately took it off and placed it onto the pouf in front of the bed to begin unpacking it.

“Under the condition that we finish whatever it is we’re supposed to be writing and submit it,” you explained as you looked out the window, which showed a serene scenery into the forest that immediately brought you a sense of tranquility. “Since I have to turn in a light novel for my capstone project, all the pieces just kinda came together.”

As expected for Levi, everything was the textbook definition of organized by the time he finished unpacking. You had stopped to help, but then he got grouchy over how you placed something a tad too haphazardly, so you just raised your hands and walked off, letting him do his own thing instead of fighting it. Your toiletries were neatly placed into the bath, with your bathing supplies standing next to each other on the shelves in the shower-bath unit. Your computers were placed on the desk near the window, with your jackets hanging off the back of the armchair in front of the desk.

Content after getting unpacked and settled in, you flopped backwards onto the bed, the memory foam mattress being a refreshing sensation compared to the spring mattresses back at home.

“You think the landlord would be mad if we switched up the beds?”

“What’s wrong with the ones we have?” Levi asked with a frown.

“Just not as comfy,” you said with a shrug, rolling over onto your side as Levi sat down next to you, leaning his back against the headboard.

You looked up and saw the slightly unsettled look on his face as he adjusted to staying in a new environment for a few days. It was a welcome change, but one he’d have to adjust to nonetheless. No matter how you put it, staying in a cabin in the woods was vastly different from staying in an apartment on a college campus.

Realizing that the two of you found yourselves out in the woods again together made your cheeks heat up ever-so-slightly, but it was enough for Levi to immediately notice once he looked back down at you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, awkwardly looking away in embarrassment. “Just remembering…”

“Remembering what?” he asked with a skeptical expression.

“...that our first time was in the forest…”

You shuffled around uncomfortably, feeling a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia upon pulling up the memory.

“That was in a tent, though,” Levi noted as he scooted towards you before pulling you in flush against him.

You let out a small squeak of surprise as he pulled you in, looking up and seeing that he was affectionately looking back down at you.

“We can consider this an upgrade,” he whispered as he pulled you in, gently pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss took you by surprise at first, but it was quickly returned as you parted your lips more, grazing your teeth against his bottom lip. Your hand grabbed at the collar of his shirt as you pulled yourself over him, straddling him, never separating your lips from his. You moaned into the kiss as your hand traveled down from the collar of his shirt and down his chest towards his waist.

However, any chance of you getting to feel his cock in you immediately disappeared once you heard an obnoxious ringing tone from your phone. It was your alarm, and it was saying that it was time for you to leave to go to the orientation meeting in the main dining area.

Frustrated, you groaned and buried your face in Levi’s chest without moving from your suggestive position. Even if you skipped, the moment had already been ruined. You had no choice but to save Levi’s “upgrade” offer for later, although you weren’t sure when that would be, given the busy day you had ahead of you.

You sighed and rolled off him with a grumpy look on your face.

“I’ll be back in twenty, I guess,” you grumbled as you haphazardly put your shoes on and made your way out the door, fixing your hair and t-shirt on your way out, hoping that any of your fellow housemates wouldn’t put two and two together on what was happening behind your bedroom door.

~~~~~

It was at that point in the spring where it was both no longer cold and yet to be warm. It meant that it was the perfect weather for you to throw on a thin jacket and sit outside. Given the fact that you were at a remote resort, you were able to find peace in the outdoors, with just you and Levi.

The two of you currently sat on the edge of the pier that looked out into the lake. The sun hadn’t gone down yet, so you still had lighting, but it was approaching evening. The orange and pink hue reflected off the water. If you had a knack for painting, this would be the perfect scenery to try to replicate. The colors of the sky blended together with the reflections in the water, almost making it difficult to differentiate between the horizon and the water itself.

Your legs were dangling above the water, hanging off the edge of the pier, with Levi sitting criss-crossed next to you. You had a notebook and were plotting out one of the last chapters of your novel, choosing to write by hand instead of bringing your laptop to avoid even the slightest chance of dropping your somewhat expensive computer into the water. Levi sat next to you, quietly gliding his pencil over his sketchbook—the same one that he had received as a gift at the white elephant exchange in December.

You sat in comfortable silence next to him as you both focused on your tasks at hand. Once you saw how intensely he was looking into his sketchbook, you glanced over at what it was that he was trying to draw.

It was the scenery in front of you: the water in the lake, the way the sun was setting in the sky, and the way the forest was separating the horizon and the water line off in the distance.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” you mused, looking closely at how the different elements of the sketch were elegantly coming together.

“Never had the time to,” Levi mumbled as he glanced up at the lake momentarily before looking back down at his sketch.

Although he was weirded out by the idea of coming here with you at first, he ultimately knew that it was a good thing for him as well as you. It gave him a chance to be away from lab and the cafe and mentally reset. While having a routine was great for him, it had certainly become mundane and he found himself entering a mental fog of doing the same thing every day. Coming out and being forced to adjust was something that he desperately needed.

He looked down at his sketch. He had fully expected it to be nothing but chicken scratch and was pleasantly surprised to see that it actually somewhat looked like the scene he was trying to replicate. The last time that he drew was when he was around eight years old, so it felt like a lifetime ago. This was effectively his first time actually drawing.

“Used to draw sketches for-”

Levi paused for a second as he stumbled over his words, indicating that he was bringing up a slightly sensitive topic.

“Used to draw sketches for my mother when she was sick,” he said quietly as he looked down at his pencil, although he was vaguely able to tell that you had tilted your head to indicate that you were listening.

“Haven’t really touched it since,” he finished.

He had picked up the hobby at a really young age and he really did enjoy it at the time. However, given the chaos that led up to and followed his mother’s death, he could never bring himself to do it again. It was always a ‘save it for later’ thing, and ‘later’ just never came until now.

Despite the painful memories that were brought up from him branching out into a hobby he had long buried, he did draw some sense of comfort from it. He had coped with his grief through avoidance and bitterness as he grew up and it wasn’t until he was in his late-teens that he got a chance to properly process. Even after he fully processed, he still found himself salty without getting any real closure. Helping you come to terms with your own grief was slowly moving him in that direction. Things like celebrating his birthday or visiting his mother’s grave were still painful, but it was at least more bearable compared to before.

“Wanna draw cover art for my book?” you asked with a completely serious expression.

Levi snorted at you, finally looking up.

“If you want shitty 8-year-old-level drawings.”

“I think I’ll take my chances,” you said with a nonchalant shrug, glancing down at Levi’s sketch.

The only thought that crossed your mind was that he must have been a stupidly talented eight-year-old. The sketch already looked better than anything you would have been able to produce. This didn’t really come as a surprise to you, but part of you definitely hated how quick Levi was at picking things up, even if this was something that he used to do as a child.

You were joking about him drawing cover art for your book, but given how his initial sketch was already looking, you began seriously considering it, despite the fact that him having a knack for the art right off the bat irritated you beyond belief.

~~~~~

Being out in the middle of nowhere at least made the insomnia more bearable.

Levi was able to get a view out the window that wasn’t just the parking lot in front of your apartment building. Instead, he was able to look out into the woods, the terrain being lit up by the full moon shining above you. The stars were more than visible, given how far away from the main city you were.

The fact that the scenery would have been pitch black if it weren’t for the moon made the view seem that much more serene. Levi took a deep breath as he sipped on some tea that he had made himself earlier once he knew that it was going to be one of those nights in which it was pointless to try to get any sleep.

You must have felt the same way. Levi glanced over towards the bed as soon as he heard you shuffling around. The corner of his lips slightly pulled up as he observed how you had the blanket bunched up as you wrapped your arms around it, while burying your face into the pillow. It was so strange to him that the person he was looking at now was the same annoying brat that came barging into his life nearly two years ago.

He sighed, going to rinse out his cup in the bathroom sink, not wanting to go back out into the kitchen area this late into the night. After placing the cup upside down to dry on a laid out hand towel, he went to change into a tank top and sweatpants to attempt to sleep. Even if he couldn’t sleep, at least he could rely on you to curl up next to him (and occasionally even on him) for snuggles.

After he crawled under the blanket, Levi gently wrapped his arm around your waist, nudging you towards him. He saw you shifting around to adjust for his presence.

“Still up?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, scooting backwards so you could feel him on you. “Sometimes if I just lie still and shut my eyes, I can trick my body into thinking I’m asleep and then I’ll actually fall asleep.”

Levi responded with a scoff, clearly skeptical.

“That’s bullshit.”

“Sometimes it works,” you grumbled with a pout, your bottom lip slightly poking out.

“Yeah?” he asked with a raised eyebrow even though your eyes were still closed. “Like when?”

You remained silent for a few seconds as you tried to come up with a clever answer.

“Not the point,” you eventually responded, admitting defeat.

Levi rolled his eyes, but pulled you closer against him so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck.

Although he only intended to focus on the smell of your fruity shampoo that still lingered in your hair, he quickly noticed just how close you were to him, with your ass fully pressed up against his dick. He couldn’t tell if you were doing so on purpose or not, but it didn’t stop that tight feeling in his pants from forming. Levi let out a quiet sigh of frustration as he felt his boner growing. Given your close proximity, he was sure that you’d be able to feel it too.

“What?” you asked in a slightly mocking tone.

He couldn’t see with your back pressed up against him, but the mischievous smirk on your face gave away your intention of rubbing your ass on his dick to get him worked up.

“You know what you’re doing, you little shit,” he scolded, scowling at you.

“Aren’t we just cuddling?” you asked innocently.

Levi let out an exasperated sigh as he tightened his grip around you, with a quiet growl emanating from his throat as one hand traveled up to gently grip at your neck, while the other began traveling down to your waistline.

“What was that comment about this being an upgrade earlier?” he whispered directly into your ear, making it so that you were already feeling your body heating up.

His lips brushed up against your earlobe as he spoke before traveling down to your neck, planting gentle, but chilling kisses against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You were already acutely aware of his growing erection, but you could now blatantly feel his hardening cock pressing up against your ass, prompting you to press yourself against him harder, letting out a small moan as you felt his fingers reach underneath your panties to gain access to your clit.

As soon as he began moving his fingers in circles around the small bundle of nerves, you gripped at his hand, with you now being the one that was groaning in frustration as you felt your arousal begin to leak out onto your panties.

Feeling more than a little horny, you quickly turned around, pushing him onto his back as you crawled onto him and straddled him, roughly pressing your lips against his. Your hands were tightly gripping at his shoulders as you began grinding your crotch against his, getting increasingly frustrated with the cloth that was separating his cock from your cunt.

Your tongue prodded against his lips, which slightly parted to grant you entrance, and you heard his breathing hasten as he reached down to pull his sweatpants down, allowing his cock to finally pop up directly under you.

You immediately pulled your lips away from his, a string of spit connecting your lips to his as you impatiently reached down to move your panties to the side, which were already long soaked with your slick. You groaned as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against your folds, and essentially felt your pussy throbbing and begging for more.

A small whine escaped your lips as you reached your fingers down to line up his cock with your entrance so he could go in, your face flushed and eyes clouded over with lust.

However, before you could engulf his cock with your pussy, he shoo’d your hand away.

“Never were any good at being patient, were you?” he mumbled in an amused tone as he saw the frustrated look on your face. “Relax. ”

He put his hands around your face and pulled you into a kiss that started off gentle, but quickly grew heated as he firmly placed his hands on your waist, flipping you over so that he was looming over you.

You placed your hands around the sides of his neck, pulling yourself up to keep your lips connected with his, letting out a small moan as you felt his tongue find its way into your mouth, asserting its dominance over yours, further soaking your panties with your slick. Your hands then traveled down to his waistline and you reached underneath his tank top, running your hands over his abs up to his chest as you took off his tank top and threw it across the room to the side.

Once he finally pulled away, you were able to see that the full moon shining into the room made the normally gray hue of his eyes more like silver, mesmerizing you with his gaze, which was further exacerbated by the fact that you were always weak for the way that he looked at you.

Levi gently placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you down back onto the bed so that you were laying down fully, with his other hand lifting the hem of your tank top. You slightly arched your back and held your arms up as he removed your tank top, your nipples quickly hardening from their sudden contact with the cold air.

His hand gently massaged one of your breasts, with your breath getting caught in your throat as he pinched your hardened nipple between his fingers. His other hand ghosted over your stomach as it traveled down towards your hips, and his index finger looped around the hem of your panties, gently pulling them down and off you.

Both of his hands squeezed your ass as he moved back up to you, slightly lifting your hips as he lined up his leaking cock with your slit.

A quiet groan emanated from his throat as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock into your dripping cunt, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from the sensation.

“...Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered underneath his breath, having to pause for a split second to gather himself.

Once he opened his eyes again, he leaned down, pulling you into another deep kiss as he began to rock his hips against yours, his cock getting completely coated with your slick as he moved in and out of you. His lips traveled from your lips down to your neck, drawing a quiet whine out of you when he began gently grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh.

One of his hands tightly gripped at your hips, with the other traveling to your throbbing clit. Your entire body jerked as you felt him press down on the small bundle of nerves, tracing agonizingly slow circles around it as he pumped in and out of you at a steady pace.

His pacing was driving you nuts, with your whining getting louder with each following thrust, which only resulted in Levi sinking his teeth into the flesh of your neck, biting you as a warning to quiet down.

You bit down on your lip to try to muffle your moans as your hands clawed at his back, needing to hold onto something as you felt the heat build up in your lower belly. Your legs were shaking around him as he continued to plunge his cock repeatedly into your dripping cunt, causing you to arch your back off the bed, pressing your chest flush against his, your hand immediately going to cover your mouth to quiet yourself down as you felt your entire body clench up from your orgasm hitting you like a freight train.

For those few seconds, all of your senses seemed to turn off, with the world becoming a blur around you, with the only point of focus being how Levi felt on you as he held you down and fucked you through your orgasm, his pacing of his thrusts and tracing patterns on your clit never changing, repeatedly causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

By the time you zoned back in, Levi had his face buried into your neck, with subtle whimpers escaping from his throat. His pacing began to ever-so-subtly pick up as his thrusts became sloppier and harder. One of his hands gripped at your shoulders and you heard him curse underneath his breath, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as a way to muffle his own moans as he filled you with his cum, thrusting into you slowly a few more times until your pussy milked him dry.

He held himself above you for a while, panting as he mustered up the resolve to pull himself out of you, his cock more than sensitive after the intensity of his orgasm. Levi let out another small whimper as his breath got caught in his throat as he finally pulled out and rolled over to lay next to you, immediately pulling you in for a kiss afterwards.

“Well, this will definitely help me sleep,” you mumbled as you rested your head against his chest.

He planted a kiss on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around you as he traced his thumb back and forth on your shoulder.

You took comfort in the motion, which only added to the sense of warmth resonating through you from both feeling him around you and the post-sex euphoria. Less than five minutes passed before your breathing slowly began to change, with you taking in deeper, but slower breaths as you finally began to fall asleep.

Levi immediately noticed this and gently shook you to wake you back up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first.”

It took you a second to respond, having been pulled out of your very brief slumber.

“...whose fault is that?” you mumbled with your eyes still closed.

You could practically feel him frowning at you—or glaring, you could easily imagine both. What you couldn’t predict was the slight tint of pink on his cheeks. He technically was the one that initiated it, although it could be argued that that was your intention all along. Levi brought attention to this.

“You’re the one that stuck your ass on my dick,” he grumbled.

“You’re the one that pulled my ass in,” you retorted.

A cheeky grin appeared on your face as you heard him tut in discontent.

“You’re so annoying,” he said with a sigh before he drew his arm back and got up from under you, which immediately prompted a pout to appear on your face as you quietly whined at the sudden lack of warmth.

By the time you got yourself to actually open your eyes to see what he was fumbling around for, you saw that he was grabbing fresh sets of towels and was likely planning on dragging you into the bathroom to get you to shower.

You watched as he prepped the bathroom, warming up the water in the bathtub. He was meticulous about setting up the bath, making sure the water was at the perfect temperature and that the bathtub was filled to just the right amount. It was unclear if he was planning on sitting in the tub with you, but you wouldn’t have minded either way.

You couldn’t deny that you were surprised at first that he was willing to just drop everything and spend two weeks with you in the middle of nowhere at some camping resort for you to technically do nothing other than write your light novel. You had fully prepared yourself to be on your own for these two weeks and then come home to a grumpy Levi—that was generally how he tended to react whenever you were gone. However, you certainly didn’t mind that he decided to end up tagging along. It made spending time at the resort less lonely, and although your concentration wasn’t entirely there since you were hanging out around him, it made the whole thing much more enjoyable, and that was enough for you.

~~~~~

The fire provided some warmth, but it was a small bonfire, so you ended up still feeling the chilliness of the air around you now that the sun was starting to go down. The approaching darkness made the gentle, dancing orange flames seem that much brighter. It occasionally hurt to look at when it was freshly rekindled, but was a pretty sight once the fire settled down.

You, Levi, and the rest of the people at the resort had decided to spend your last night having a bonfire while making some smores and generally chatting about the experience. Most said that being around nature helped them focus, appreciating the time away from the hustle of modern society. You were all sitting by the bonfire, which was close to the resort, but isolated enough that it gave you a new environment to be in.

After about 30-45 minutes of chatting, people began heading back inside, preferring the warmth of the large cabin to the dark outdoors that was growing more chilly with every passing minute. After lingering behind a little, you began to get up as well.

Levi had his hand on your thigh, and he squeezed a bit as he felt you begin to get up, indicating that he wanted you to stay seated. You looked over at him.

“Stay with me for a bit.”

A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you shuffled in your seat again, moving closer to him.

“Thought I was annoying,” you mused with a raised eyebrow.

“You are,” he said with a shrug, the corner of his lips subtly raising into a small smile.

“Well,” you said with a huff of feigned frustration, “if I’m annoying, then you’re insufferable.”

A cocky grin appeared on your face as you saw Levi roll his eyes before sighing. The banter that had formerly caused you so much grief was now something you appreciated and occasionally needed to be around. It was a staple of your relationship with him and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

You watched the flames reflect off his silver eyes for a while, mesmerized by them as you usually were. Eventually, you noticed some of the leftover s’mores materials on the picnic table behind him that some of the others conveniently forgot to take back to the cabin. You stood up and approached it, grabbing one of the skewers.

“Want one?” you asked, looking over your shoulder back towards Levi.

“And have all that sugar right before bed?” he responded skeptically. “Fuck no.”

You snorted at his comment as you stabbed the marshmallow.

“Whatever you say, buzzkill,” you mumbled as you held the marshmallow over the fire, turning it until it completely caught on fire so the outside would char. The thought of the flakey texture of the outside and the chewy texture on the inside was already enough to get your mouth watering.

However, the world seemed like it didn’t want you to enjoy your marshmallow because as soon as you lifted the skewer, the marshmallow immediately decided it had been charred for too long and slid off the skewer, falling directly into the fire.

You stood over the fire, holding the now empty skewer without moving, desperately trying to hide the disappointment from appearing on your face. You could already imagine the smug and subtly amused look in Levi’s eyes and didn’t want to turn around to face him.

You sighed as you heard him step up next to you, taking the skewer from your hand.

“Can’t even toast a god damn marshmallow?” he asked in an amused tone as he stabbed into another fresh marshmallow.

You stuck your tongue out at him before grumbling something underneath your breath about it apparently being harder than it looks.

“Keep that up and I’ll eat it myself instead of making this stupid sugar sandwich for you,” he scolded, frowning at you, although his tone indicated his lack of true irritation at your antics.

“Thought you didn’t want all that sugar before bed?”

You called him out on his empty threat by referring to his previous comment, which only resulted in a barely audible grunt from him.

Sitting down on the bench that you had previously occupied before you got fixated, you watched as he meticulously broke apart both the chocolate and the cracker in half after what seemed like perfectly charring the marshmallow that was making your mouth water the more that you were staring at it. He put together the sandwich and then handed it over to you.

Your assumption that he had charred the marshmallow perfectly was correct, which further pissed you off regarding Levi’s apparent ability to do everything perfectly. You knew that wasn’t necessarily true—with the primary example being his inability to grasp modern technology—but it certainly felt like it when he cooked it to the perfect texture immediately after yours tragically dropped into the bonfire. You smiled as you bit into it, with the texture of the melted marshmallow’s insides being silky smooth mixed in with the slight crackle of the burnt outer shell. That, plus the crunch of the cracker and sturdiness of the chocolate, made any potential worries nowhere to be found as you momentarily indulged in the sugary snack. You were enjoying it so much that you weren’t aware that the melted chocolate was leaving its mark on your lips.

“Tch,” Levi tutted as he sat down next to you. “How filthy can you get?”

He sighed as he brought his hand up to your cheek, using his thumb to rub off the chocolate on your lips.

Even after the chocolate was gone, his thumb hovered over your lips and you became increasingly aware of the skin-to-skin contact. His gaze slowly lowered from your eyes, down to your lips, and then back up to your eyes, the creases underneath his eyes becoming more faint as his gaze softened. The flickering of the flames reflecting off his eyes died down as the fire dimmed, but that didn’t make his eyes and gaze seem any less mesmerizing.

His hand that was gently cupping your cheek became slightly more firm as he pulled you towards him, gently planting his lips on you, moving them against yours in a gentle kiss, the darkness protecting you from any prying eyes.

“You went from calling me filthy to kissing me,” you whispered after he pulled back slightly, although your lips were still brushing up against each other. “I’m confused.”

“Shut up before I change my mind,” he grumbled, pulling you back into another kiss before you could think of a clever response, tasting the sweetness of the smores lingering on your lips—maybe a sugary snack before bed wasn’t so bad after all.

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rocks at your window pt. 4 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year

additionally, we're working towards a ricky x therapy plot so he's going to start expressing some symptoms of mental illness and bpd starting in this chapter but I promise he does get therapy eventually and has a good support system (he gets worse before he gets better yk) and obviously i'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 11k I know

genre: smut, slice of life/coming of age, one sided pining, fluff

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, more facebook messanger texts we'll politely pretend aren't facebook messanger, protecting carlos and seb during hoco (+ one use of the word homophobia), you're the dolly levi of the friend group, a LOT of hello dolly references??, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, ricky's falling HARD, antagonist!nina, one sided rina angst (like BIG gina angst), big red is ricky's temporary therapist, ricky has bpd, ricky kind of splits on gina??, ricky has anxiety too, dr phil and big red and natalie's emotional support hamster are the only consistant things in anyone's life, drama/general messiness, oral (m + f recieving), sneaky quiet late night don't wake up the parents sex, making out, ricky thinks you smell so good he has to bang you right now, "stay quiet or I stop", switch!ricky, switch!reader, calling ricky a good boy, praise kink, giggly sex, waking up the morning after to an empty bed but not at all on bad terms (and no ghosting)

summary: ricky works up the guts to ask you to homecoming. if you can navigate all the drama, maybe he'll get to rearrange yours after dancing together all night.

song recs: old friend - mitski, 10 minutes ago - cinderella (1997), dancing - hello dolly (1969), in love on valentine's day - paul sandrone, daniel farrant, james knight (spotify link bc it's literally not on youtube??? tracking down this song was a nightmare /lh), you turned the tables on me - billie holiday, born to be brave - nico iaciancio cover (bc that's what I think the original sounds like in canon), soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jess benko, perfume - new hope club

a/n: could I have split this up?? yes but I'm not going to. also congrats 2 me bc I'm officially in the 10k one shot girlie club!! this is the longest thing i've ever written and my eyes are burning. ricky has bpd, I knew from the moment I saw this motherfucker I was like "yup bpd and mommy issues" and I was RIGHT why is no one talking about this also go watch crazy ex girlfriend

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK TO THE VAMPIRE DIARIES VIDEO YOU REFERENCE IN THE BEGINNING (obvious spoilers for vampire diaries lol)

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There’s no reason to be nervous. Ricky has literally no reason to be nervous. You’ve been together practically 24/7 since… all this began. He ducks his head down and his eyes land on the smooth counter top of the booth you’re sitting in. Heat rushes to his cheeks as it so often does around you, as he remembers all the time you’ve spent together. He tries to pay as much attention as he can to your summary of the video essay on vampire diaries you’d watched while doing homework last night, even though his thoughts are racing, and all centered on you. On asking you something really important - but also like, totally not a big deal or whatever.

“So apparently they just regularly bring characters back from the dead,” you inform him with a laugh, and take a sip of your coffee. He didn’t think people could look particularly cute while sipping something until he met you… until he got close with you.

“Yeah, that’s pretty crazy,” he agrees, hoping he sounds normal. You glance up at him to make sure he’s okay. You can tell he seems a little distracted, and he knows he has to ask you. It’s now or never.

“So…” he begins.

“Yeah?” you lean forward, already invested in what he has to say. God, he loves that. He loves the way you care, really care about what he has to say. He lets out a small, breathy laugh, that you mirror when you hear his.

“So, homecoming is soon,” he smiles, and is pretty sure you know where he’s going with this. Your eyes widen in moderate surprise.

“It is? Already?” you ask, pulling out your phone to check your very messy calendar. “Jesus, I thought we still had a few more weeks…” you muse, and Ricky smiles. God, how can you make everything - even being a little scatterbrained sometimes - so fucking cute?

You look back up from your phone, snapping him back to attention. His breath is shallow.

“So…” he says again, and rubs the palms of his hands up and down his jeans. Why is he so nervous? He has no reason to be nervous. You’re silent, waiting for him to continue in a way that feels patient, encouraging even, instead of critical like it would be from someone else.

“...Do you want to go? To homecoming?”

His heart is in his throat.

“Like, together?” You take another sip. He’s so choked up, so worried you’ll say no. He nods. You smile.

“Hell yeah,” you lean back and pull out your phone to text your mom, who is currently at a PTA meeting, about dress shopping this weekend, biting your lip as you type. Relief turns to elation as you discuss plans, coordinate rides with your friends, and get a plan together. He bounces his leg, getting really excited for all this. He’s never been one for school dances, but with you… it’s a whole different story. He can’t stop looking at you.

“So, what color is your dress going to be? You know, so I can get a tie to match.” A light, happy chuckle dances across the table and you hum in consideration, glancing down at the scone in your hand, your favorite flavor that’s become somewhat of a signature with you and Ricky.

“Peach.”

You both giggle.

“Perfect.” he smiles. You’re going to look so pretty in a peach dress. At homecoming. With him. A burst of kinetic energy waves through him at the thought. The atmosphere is nice, comfortable. It always is with you. You finish the bite of pastry in your mouth.

“You know,” you start, “maybe you should go suit shopping with your dad. It might be nice to have a guy’s day together.”

His mom has been gone for a few weeks now, and he told you how badly his dad is struggling. He means well, it’s just… been hard on him. It might be nice, he thinks, really nice to go out and spend some time with his dad, have some fun. He doesn’t remember the last time they had a day like that together. He’d really like that, if his dad wanted to.

“Yeah,” he agrees, wondering when a good time to bring it up will be, “that would be nice.”

Around the time you’re ready to head home, your phone lights up with a text from your mom, informing you everything at the PTA meeting went great, and she’ll fill you in on the details at home, and you thank her, informing her there’s a hazelnut coffee coming her way.

It’s Friday night, and you have less than 24 hours to homecoming. You’re not sure how you were able to find a dress you actually like in the right color on such short notice, but somehow you managed. You and Ricky have been texting all day, filling each other in on how last minute shopping had been going for each of you. He was shocked at how well today went with his dad. He was bracing himself for the worst for a lot of the afternoon, but the day progressed and nothing bad happened. They even got dinner afterwards.

Now, you’re sitting at your desk, finishing some homework while you facetime each other and fill him in on the whole cast’s plan to be there for Carlos and Seb tomorrow night.

“And, like,” you continue rambling as you wrap up your science worksheet, “it’s so ridiculous that that’s even necessary, you know? Out of all the living things in the world, humans are the only ones who thought to make up homophobia.”

“Right? Worst idea ever,” he muses.

“Exactly!” you exclaim in agreement, looking up at your phone. You mutter something about how stupid people can be, eyes moving down and skimming your paper, double checking your answers one last time. Ricky watches you do this. Your desk light casts a warm glow over you, and he can see some of your posters on the opposite wall from where you have your phone propped up. He knows exactly which ones they are, too. He has every detail of your room - and of you - memorized by now.

He’s supposed to be finishing his english homework, that’s the whole point of facetiming each other this late, to keep each other company while you work. Instead his papers lay discarded on his desk as he watches you, a look of fondness dusting his face. You tap your pencil against each question on your worksheet, eyebrows scrunched, mouthing the answers to yourself as you go. Occasionally you’ll stop, turning to your book to check a chart or vocabulary word, then erase your answer and select a different one.

“And that’s why we proofread,” you mutter to yourself, and Ricky giggles. You look back up at him, smiling, then back at your paper for one last once over.

“Okay, I’m just about done,” you say, putting your homework in your bag to turn in later, with a satisfactory sigh. Ricky glances at the time. It’s getting late already. He’s torn between wanting to make sure you get enough sleep, and wanting to talk to you all night. He watches you rub your eyes, suppressing a yawn.

“We should probably go to bed now,” it’s more of a question, but you agree anyway. You pick up your phone and walk into your bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush as you say your drawn out good nights.

Ricky thought he was nervous asking you to homecoming? Turns out that’s nothing compared where he is now, waiting for you in your foyer. Somehow your house had become the unofficial get ready spot for the girls and Carlos, and meet up place for everyone else. So that’s where Ricky finds himself, barely unable to socialize or talk with his friends, all his thoughts preoccupied with you. He hasn’t seen you all day; you and the girls have been getting ready together, and he’s been trying to teach Big Red to dance all day.

Ashlyn comes down first. Her bubbly presence immediately eases some of the tension in the atmosphere from Ricky and EJ having to wait together in such close quarters. She waits with them for the others while they finish getting ready. It doesn’t slip past Ricky how nervous Big Red suddenly gets when she comes down the staircase.

Natalie is next - almost. Half way down the stairs, a snap resonates off the walls, and she freezes. She looks down at her left shoe, the heel of which has completely snapped off.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, and walks carefully back up to your room. A minute later, presumably after she informs you about her wardrobe malfunction, Ricky hears your voice, faint and bouncing off the stairwell.

“It’s okay, that’s the risk you take with stilettos,” you say, trying to calm her justified panic. He hears you say something about how Margot Robbie broke a heel at an award show a few years ago as your bedroom door closes again.

The door opens, and Carlos appears at the landing. His face falls slightly as he realizes Seb isn’t here yet.

“It’s okay, he’s probably going to meet up with us at school.” Ricky comforts.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a laugh at his own nervousness, “yeah, you’re probably right.” Carlos takes a deep breath, and Ricky notices the swirly, metallic red pattern on his suit.

“You look great, man,” He says, hoping to take Carlos’s mind off the unexpected radio silence from Seb. The comment is appreciated, but seems to catch him off guard.

“Thanks,” he replies, “dude,” he punctuates with a friendly - very awkward - punch to Ricky’s arm. It’s more of a nudge, but he appreciates the sense of comradery nonetheless.

Footsteps echo down the stairs, and Ricky looks up, stomach twisting in anticipation. Natalie emmerges, much more carefully this time. She greets everyone, then starts talking to Ashlyn about the shoe incident. Ricky is trying really, really hard not to look like he’s waiting for you, but it feels almost impossible to focus on anything else.

Finally, several painfully long minutes later, he hears the click of high heels approaching the steps. He walks to the bottom of the stairs, heart thumping as you round the corner, and all the breath is pulled from his lungs at the sight of you. You descend the stairs, hair and dress flowing and bouncing with every step, glowing under the chandelier light. Your dress, mid length and flouncy, a peachy champagne that compliments your hair and skin tone perfectly, shimmers subtly when you move, glistening like starlight.

Your makeup is understated and glowy, bringing out every beautiful feature you have - which is all of them. Your hair is perfect, glossy and voluminous. Your earrings look like little pink silk flowers, and there are matching, larger silk flowers on the side of your heels. Your nails are manicured a soft peachy pink, with little sparkling accents. You even smell like peaches, he realizes, subconsciously taking a step closer to the bottom of the stairs as you get closer. You seem to descend in slow motion as Ricky takes in every detail.

Your expression mirrors his the moment you see him. You did not expect him to look that good in a suit. It couldn’t fit better, the cut and seams of the dark fabric perfectly accentuating his physique. His tie matches your dress, the same shade of peach, and you bite back a smile. The expression on his face can only be described as a breathless wow, and it’s something you'll never forget. Your cheeks are warm and suddenly it all feels real. You find yourself very excited to have fun at homecoming with him tonight.

You finally float down to the bottom of the stairs, stopping in front of him. It’s quiet for a moment, as you take each other in, face to face. You’re both struggling to find the words, thrown off guard by the energy in the air, by each other. Behind you, Ashlyn claps awkwardly.

“Alright, everyone ready to go?”

You and Ricky both giggle at the same time, and his chest warms at how in sync you are.

“Yeah,” You confirm, smiling over at Ashlyn and grabbing Ricky’s arm in a way that makes his heart palpitate, “let’s go.”

Standing with you on the dance floor, his hand on your waist as you attempt to teach him how to waltz, Ricky is so thankful for homecoming, for an opportunity to be close to you like this.

“I told you,” he laughs, enamored with your optimistic determination, “I can’t dance.”

“Yes,” you smile, “you can. You just haven’t had the right teacher.” His cheeks flush at your words, the feeling of your hands on his, and he’s hit with the sudden memory of the last time your lips were on his neck.

“I think you’re probably right about that…” he mutters under his breath. You bite back a smile, adjusting the position of his hand on your waist. You step closer, and his heart beats faster. He watches your face closely as you explain the basics of a waltz, a box step.

“Like in ‘Dancing’ from Hello Dolly.” you smile, eyes widening at the blank look on his face. “Oh my god, it’s a musical classic! Carol Channing played Dolly in the original broadway cast in ‘64, then Barbra Streisand in the film adaptation in ‘69.”

“Wow,” he smiles. He loves when you talk about theatre and Broadway, loves the way your eyes light up. “They’re like, really famous, right?” You let out a light hearted scoff.

“Broadway legends.” You smile, “The movie was directed by Gene Kelly, too, it’s amazing. We should watch it this weekend, if you want to,” you look up at him, eyes glittering under the soft twinkling lights.

“Yeah,” Ricky laughs, “definitely.”

After a moment, you remember why you brought Hello Dolly up in the first place.

“Right,” you say, memory jogged, “there’s a song called ‘Dancing’ where Dolly is teaching Cornelius and Barnaby how to dance so they can impress these girls who work at a ladies hat shop-”

“Cornelius and Barnaby?” he asks with a laugh.

“It takes place in 1890!” you say, jokingly defensive.

“Right,” he agrees, “so a… ladies hat shop…?”

“Totally era appropriate.”

You’re both giggling, trying not to be too loud. You lean your head forward, resting it on his shoulder. The sound of your laughter, the feeling of your head resting against him brings back that warm feeling he always gets around you. It takes you a moment to regain your composure. It’s been like this all night, the conversation flowing like a river, always making each other laugh over something or other.

“So,” you begin, once again ready to dance with him, “put your hand on her waist and stand.” You recite, moving his hand from your back to your waist and adjusting your posture.

“With her right-” you hesitate, making sure you have the correct hand, then continue, “in your left hand. And…” You step back with your left foot, motioning for him to follow, then back and out with your right, then together.

“One… two… three…”

You repeat the steps.

“One… two… three…”

And again.

“One… two… three…”

You look up at him, your smile blinding.

“Look, you’re dancing!”

He looks up at you, excited, disbelieving that he got it so quickly.

“Wait, that’s it?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah,” you nod, “see? I told you you can dance.” You start to move again, and he follows, hesitant but slowly getting the hang of it. After a second, he says your name, voice quiet and still watching the ground.

“Can you keep singing? It’s making it a lot easier…” he chuckles, hoping you can’t tell how much he loves hearing your voice.

So you do. You sing quietly, just enough for him to hear, about dancing and how it’s the perfect excuse to hold someone you like close to you, as you waltz carefully around the room. An electric, intimate feeling ties you together as you weave through the room. It's like something clicked, he thinks, because it makes sense. This, dancing, makes sense. He’s pulled from his epiphany by your melodic voice.

"We should do Hello Dolly, it would be so fun!" You giggle.

"Yeah?" He asks, smile mirroring yours, "Who would you play?" You let out a light hearted huff, considering.

"I would love to play Dolly," you admit. You had always hoped to portray the classic role, dreaming of being able to follow in the footsteps of other iconic actresses like Carol Channing and Barbra Streisand. You barely get the sentence out when Ricky nods, agreeing.

"You would make an amazing Dolly." You laugh, cheeks warm, flattered by his response.

"Who do you think I should be?" He asks, that playful energy flowing comfortably between you as he raises his arm, spinning you around.

"Well," you begin with a laugh, "if you played Cornelius we’d get to waltz together. But if you played Horace and I played Dolly we'd get married at the end."

His heart squeezes at your words, imagination already taking off like a wild horse. Again, your melodic voice pulls him back down to earth.

"But playing Irene would be fun too…" you sigh, twirling in his arms again, your dress glittering under the soft lights. Your hands return to their previous position resting on his shoulder and your waist, free hands clasped together, and you begin to move in tandem. You twirl and float around the room, feeling the music wrap around you like a warm blanket in autumn.

In that beautiful moment between the two of you, he doesn’t just understand dancing, he realizes, he loves it. Like, a lot. He loves this, being close to you. He loves the connection between you, and he wants to keep dancing with you all night.

He giggles, twirling you around in his arms again. On your way around, you see Carlos behind you at your table holding up his phone, a smile on his face. You’re glad he seems okay; Seb still hasn’t shown up and everyone’s been worried about both of them. A split second later, you’re back in Ricky’s arms, and your heart soars at the smile on his face. You’d been hoping dancing together at homecoming might help him in rehearsals. Based on how well he’s doing - and how much fun he seems to be having - you can tell your hunch was correct.

After a few more songs, you begin to make your way back to your table. Ricky’s hand settles on your back, guiding you through the crowd. Two more people are seated there than when you left, and your eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” you say quietly, “Gina and EJ came together?”

Ricky glances up, gaze almost immediately turning back to you as you get closer.

“Oh, they did? I didn’t notice.”

Fighting to maintain her poker face, Gina’s stomach drops at his words. Her eyes dart between you and Ricky, the way he’s looking at you. She grips her clutch tighter. This is really, really bad for her. Gina barely had a plan for making Ricky jealous and freaked out so he’d quit the show to begin with. She definitely did not plan on you waltzing into the picture - literally - and stealing away all of his attention. He can’t get jealous if all of his focus is on you. A sinking feeling begins to invade the pit of her stomach.

Ricky’s phone buzzes with a text from his dad.

“Hey,” he says, showing you the screen, “which shirt do you like better?”

He’s been filling you in on his dad’s hot date he has tonight, and you’re both very relieved to see that he’s doing okay, putting himself out there. You look at the pictures, and consider.

“Hmm… the second one.” you conclude.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” he agrees easily. He loves how you always seem to be on the same page.

“Wow,” comes EJ’s voice from across the table. He sounds really stiff. “I had no idea you were each other’s dates to homecoming.” He states, sharing a quick look with Gina he hopes no one notices.

“Yeah, we are,” Ricky smiles, “we’re each other’s dates.” He doesn’t think it would be too far fetched to say you’re… dating.

“Yep, partners in crime.” You smile, showing off your plastic ring. Ricky holds up his, kept on a chain, sitting right over his heart.

“Aw,” Carlos says, an almost bittersweet undercurrent to his voice, “you guys are so cute.” He gestures for you to lean closer to each other. “Let me get a pic for my story!”

Ricky does not need to be told twice. He throws his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you hold his arm and giggle. It’s the perfect shot, the sincerity of the fun you’re having evident in the photo.

Gina runs her tongue over her teeth. She really does not like that.

Across town, sitting at a table in a shitty karaoke spot, Nina scrolls through instagram while Kourtney rants about the bitch who criticized her costume suggestions. Something about a lime green sweater? She’s not really paying attention, she’s too distracted by the hideous dress that Gina’s wearing. And the fact that she went to hoco with Nina’s ex boyfriend.

“Look at this,” she says, showing Kourtney her phone. “She looks like she’s wearing a bedazzled tablecloth.” Kourtney looks at her phone, disapproval written all over her face.

“And,” Nina says, gearing up to point out the obvious jab at her, “she’s with EJ.”

Kourtney knows where this is going. Before Nini can go off about how obviously Gina has it out for her, she takes a sip of her drink.

“Is there anything on their stories?”

She taps EJ’s story and it’s just a boomerang of the food.

“No, just-” Carlos’s story plays next and Nina almost pukes. Right there on her screen is Ricky, kissing your cheek, leaning into you like a cat. You’re in an unfortunately gorgeous dress, grinning so sincerely, your nose effortlessly scrunched. Next is a video of you two dancing. Like, really, properly dancing. She can’t believe you got him to dance - he doesn’t even dance in rehearsal when he’s supposed to! She watches the two of you ballroom dancing around the gym, breath speeding up slightly at the realization that he’s actually good. The sick pit forming in her stomach grows as she rewatches the video again. She wants to know why, after all the practice, all the failed attempts and his reluctance, why it works when you do it? Why isn’t she good enough? She dwells in the feeling for a few minutes. She scrolls through a few more hoco posts before finding one that has your account tagged. It’s private.

“Kourt,” she says, showing her her phone, “you need to follow her.”

“Why?” Kourtney asks.

“So I can see what’s on her instagram.” Nina says. She can’t let you know she’s lurking, so the obvious solution is to lurk through Kourtney’s account. Kourtney sighs. She requests to follow you.

A few feet away from your table, Ashlyn gives you a look, gesturing subtly to Carlos, then to the hallway. Seb still isn’t here.

“Hey,” you say quietly to Ricky, “I’ll be right back.” you smile, eyes flicking over to Ashlyn and Carlos.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, watching you leave with them to give Carlos a pep talk. A soft smile kisses the corners of Ricky’s mouth, watching you in utter adoration. He lets out a small sigh, gaze lingering on where you stood even after you’re out of sight.

Gina watches him watch you, his dark auburn hair glowing in the warm twinkle lights strung up throughout the gym. His eyes seem to sparkle with joy when he finally tears his gaze away, staring absentmindedly at the table.

“EJ,” she says, “could you get me some punch, babe?”

“Uh,” he says, clearly unused to the term of endearment, “sure… babe.” He heads over to the drinks, the tension between them thinly veiled. This seems to snap Ricky out of whatever his train of thought was, and he scoots closer to Gina. She watches him lean closer to her and begin speaking in a low, almost strangely intimate tone of voice.

"Hey, you know EJ went through Nini’s phone before they broke up, right?”

She raises her eyebrows.

“Just… you know, be a little careful around him.”

“I can take care of myself, Ricky.” She states incredulously.

“Yeah, of course you can.” he says, head tilted to the side with a little smile, like it should be obvious, “You’re so talented and ambitious, and - honestly, way too good for him.” He mutters the last part, but she definitely hears it.

“You’re way too cool to get your heart broken by a guy who plays water polo.” He says, drawing a reflexive laugh out of her.

“Just… take care of yourself.” he concludes, locking eyes with her before moving back to his seat. It’s only for a moment, but long enough for her to commit the color to memory.

“Right.” she says, working harder than she usually has to to keep her expression neutral.

Later, between dances, you and Ricky catch your breath at the snack table. You take a sip of your drink, eyes landing on Gina and EJ, who are very obviously arguing. You nudge Ricky, motioning over to them.

“What are they saying? Wrong answers only.”

He considers, then begins to narrate in his best EJ impression.

“Ugh, Gina! Stop moving! I haven’t posted on instagram in 35 seconds and blurry so doesn’t fit my theme.”

You try to stifle the loud, beautiful laugh that brings warmth to his cheeks and a smile to his lips as your eyes lock, sharing a look so close he never wants to look away.

“I said wrong answers only…” you say through muffled giggles. He stares at you, fixated. He’s blinded by your warmth, your beauty, and he can’t look away from you. His attention is snapped back to where it had been when you gasp dramatically, shock written all over your face. He follows your gaze to EJ, who’s dripping with punch, and Gina, who’s storming away from him.

“...Oh my god.” you say, already dissolving into laughter again, Ricky following suit.

Soon you’re dancing again, pressed up against each other, swaying gently to the oldies playing softly over the speakers. Ricky can feel your body heat, smell your shampoo, and the way it mixes with your sweet peachy perfume. You smell so good, he thinks he could probably get high off you alone. His hand rests firmly on your back, holding you close to him, and his fingertips brush over the exposed skin peeking out over the straps of your dress. He traces your shoulder blades, your spine, feeling how close together your hearts are beating. One of your arms is wrapped around him, your head resting on his shoulder. Both your free hands are intertwined, and he loves the feeling of your fingers intertwining with his. He’s steeped in a hazy sort of ecstasy, spurred further on by your warm little breaths tickling his neck.

He lets out a soft sigh, more content than he’s probably ever been. He feels you smile against his blazer when he traces the outline of the back of your dress. You hum softly to the music, singing along to a few of the words. He’s not surprised that you know this song, of course you would know a song this pretty and romantic. He hopes he’ll remember to ask you the name of it later. Dancing, he realizes, isn’t just fun - it’s amazing. He loves dancing. He loves dancing with you. After a few moments, he realizes there’s not many people on the dance floor. He doesn’t get why so many guys don’t like slow dancing; when you really love someone, isn’t any reason to hold them close to you a good one? He thinks it is. His heart flutters when you let out a breathy sigh against his skin.

You adjust your head on Ricky’s shoulder, watching Carlos across the room. He looks so… melancholic. You should go check on him. And Gina. And probably EJ. Christ, tonight has been a lot. You adjust your head again, facing towards him.

“We should check on Gina,” you say reluctantly, murmuring into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He loves when you do that, loves how you know when people are hurting and what to do about it. But right now, he really, really does not want to let go of you for anyone or anything. Maybe it’s selfish, he thinks, maybe it’s selfish for wanting you all to himself like this, but he just can’t bring himself to let go of you yet. Maybe he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes. Maybe he should just give himself permission to do whatever makes him feel better. He holds you tighter, face burying into your neck.

“After this song,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed in your embrace. You nod gently.

“Okay,” you agree, voice so low he can barely hear it.

Eventually the final piano chords sound, and he holds you tight as the last few, painfully bittersweet notes reverberate through the room. The song ends, and he lets go of you slower and more reluctantly than he’s done anything.

You sigh, tracing your hands on his shoulders, slowly coming out of that cozy trance like state you’ve been in together.

“Okay,” you start, “let’s split up. I’ll check on Carlos, you can check on Gina, and I’ll have Ashlyn check on EJ cause they’re cousins.”

He agrees, hit with a sudden wave of nerves about the confrontation. You can sense his hesitation.

“What should I say?” he asks, with a chuckle. He’d told you about how he warned Gina about EJ earlier in the evening, which you had agreed was totally the right move. He told you how she seemed irritable after the interaction, and wondered if he’d done anything wrong, if he could have handled it better. “I don’t think so”, you had said with a sad shrug, “some people just refuse to acknowledge the person they’re dating is kind of shitty.”

You’re right, he realized, now ready to approach this with more compassion and less confrontation. You think for a second, then reply.

“You can apologize if what you said before came off wrong, that you didn’t mean anything bad by it.”

“Okay,” he nods.

“And try to relate to her - you’re new to theatre, she’s new to east high, you gotta stick together, you know?”

“Right.”

You send him a thumbs up as you part ways, looking for Carlos. After chatting with Carlos, he left to get some water. You see Ricky approaching you through the crowd, and stand up from your table, meeting him halfway.

“How’d it go?” you ask. He seems hesitant.

“She asked for a ride home.” Your eyes go wide with understanding. He knew you’d get what’s going on, you always know just what to do.

“Oh, dude, the last thing she probably wants right now is to get in a car with EJ.” Ricky thinks that’s the last thing anyone would want. “If you want you can give her a ride, then come back and we can keep dancing.” He smiles, and agrees. Any plan that ends with dancing with you more sounds like a good plan to him. You quickly fill him in on how things are going with the Carlos/Seb situation in spite of its anticlimactic nature - no one can get a hold of Seb, and Carlos is really, really regretting this whole thing. You and Ashlyn are going to try and hype him up and turn the night around for him so it’s not a totally horrible memory to look back on, and Ricky agrees that’s a good plan.

“I’ll be back really soon so I can help you guys out,” he says, hoping to extend the conversation a little, to stand close to you and talk confidentially with you just a little more. You smile, looking relieved at his support, and it makes his heart flutter. You touch his arm, sending him a knowing look.

“We need all the help we can get, so thank you.” you state with a chuckle. He tries not to be obvious, but he knows he can’t hide his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He hopes you don’t notice.

You really didn’t expect to be the glue holding everyone together tonight, but you love your friends, so you’re not complaining. After a lengthy conversation with Carlos about how amazing he is regardless of who he is or isn’t seeing, and that there will be so many guys throwing themselves at him after high school, you finally get him out of his funk a little. You were about to go dance together and have a good time, because he shouldn’t let anything ruin his homecoming, when Natalie scurried over to you holding the side of her dress.

“It snagged on the back of a chair and my whole leg is out, Angelina Jolie style.” She says in a rush, clearly getting more freaked out. You and Carlos share a look.

“It’s okay,” you say gently, “I have a sewing kit in my bag and I can have you fixed up in two minutes flat.” You look over at Carlos again, making sure he’ll be okay. He confirms silently, nudging you two towards the doors.

“You go fix this wardrobe malfunction,” he says, already trying to pull out of the funk he’d been stuck in all night, “I’m going to warm up the dance floor. When you get back, get ready to dance your heart out.”

He’s not all the way there, but he’s trying. You both agree, and you send him one last encouraging look before moving carefully to the hallway, trying not to let Natalie’s dress rip any more than it already is. You look back one last time as you pass through the doors, and finally, Carlos is out on the dance floor. You smile, excited to dance with him once you get back.

“God, I wish I had my hamster right now…” Natalie mutters, and you know if she needs her emotional support hamster, it’s pretty bad.

A few minutes later, you have your sewing kit and Natalie’s dress is back to its former glory. She has on a fresh coat of lip gloss, just finished showing you pictures of her hamster, and is ready to head back out. You stay behind to touch up your makeup a little, telling her you’ll be right behind her. As you’re walking back out, someone turns the corner at the other end of the hallway. You freeze in place, eyes growing wide as they land on none other than Seb. He smiles nervously, raising a hand to wave at you. Before he can, you let out a shocked squeak, scurrying back into the gym. His heart sinks. He hopes you don’t hate him, and he’s really worried Carlos is going to.

When you enter, you see Carlos dancing his heart out. You don’t have time to be relieved, weaving your way through the crowd to Mr. Mazzara. You slam your hands on the table, avoiding the sound and light equipment he’s managing.

“Mr. Mazzara!” He looks up at you, startled, as you begin to explain in a rush. He looks at you, a pleading puppy dog look written on your face, and sighs.

“I suppose that’s fine…” he says, making a few adjustments to the switch board in front of him.

“Thank you!” you say quietly, before running onto the dance floor. Carlos is finally in his element. He dances beautifully to the music, free and expressive. Right when the beat drops, a circle of spotlights go up. One lands on him, the other lands across the room on Seb, and they lock eyes in a moment that can only be described as magical. Ashlyn looks at the scene, straight out of a movie, then over to you. You high five her.

“Nice!” she whispers. You can see it between them, the energy, the chemistry, the electricity. You look at Ashlyn, nodding toward your table. You both sit down, giving them some time to talk and catch up. You try to be subtle as you watch them talk, not close enough to eavesdrop, but watching their expressions, gaging how it's going. They're smiling, then they're laughing, and soon they're dancing together. It's going well, you think. You can't wait for Carlos to fill you in later.

Sitting in Gina's driveway, a surprisingly more comfortable energy in the air than either of them had expected, Ricky tries to think of how to say what he wants to say.

"Not quite the evil mansion with wrought-iron and gargoyles you were picturing?" She asks, a hopeful playfulness to her voice. She almost sounds nervous.

"What? No…" he says. The comment takes him by surprise, snapping him back to attention. "...Well maybe some gargoyles." His joking tone and comforting energy has her giggling. She doesn't remember the last time she giggled. She feels his eyes on her, and tries not to look over at him. She does anyway.

"You're not that bad, you know." He muses. She tries to control her breathing. She doesn't say anything.

"Also," he continues, looking back over at the windshield, "I should thank you for that night at the skatepark, keeping me in the show. It means a lot, it's… a really big deal to me." He looks up and left at the top of the car window, mind already wandering about how if he had quit, he never would have gotten close to you like this, never would have fallen in… your arms the way he had that night. He can't imagine you not being in his life, and he has Gina to thank in part for that. He feels a sense of gratitude blooming for her. They talk a little more, and the feeling grows; Gina really is not that bad. He can feel a friendly bond growing between them, a sense of comradery.

"So… now is probably a good time to ask about the whole drink thing," he starts with a chuckle. She ducks her head, equal parts embarrassed at her actions, and that he saw her at such a low moment. She lets out a sigh. The gesture reminds him of something you might do. He thinks you two would be good friends. He’s already imagining what you’ll say when he fills you in on all this, he’s excited to get your opinion.

“...My mom moves around a lot for work. Like, a lot…”

Once she starts, she can’t stop, and it’s not long before she’s unintentionally spilled her guts and her life story to him. She wishes she could stop talking, but it’s like she totally lost her filter with him. She’s always been so reserved, so calculated, and now she doesn’t even have time to think before the words are already spilling out. It’s a new feeling, being so candid with someone, and an unsettling one.

She risks a glance over at Ricky, who’s just… listening to her. Taking in what she says. That somehow makes her more nervous than if he’d just ignored her or told her to shut up already. She wishes someone would tell her to shut up, she wishes she could. She finally gets to the end of her never ending stream of consciousness, and she’s stunned as they sit in the silence, Ricky really absorbing her words, her feelings. He reaches over and grabs her hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze before letting go - a mannerism he picked up from you. Heat floods her chest, prickly and almost painful, hyper aware of where his skin just touched hers.

“You know, you-” She’ll never know what he was going to say, his words are cut short by the porch lights flashing through the windshield. Gina’s stomach sinks. She doesn’t want to go inside yet. She doesn’t want this moment to be over, but she has to listen to her mom. She reaches for the door, then hesitates. She turns back to Ricky, desperate to try one more time, to put herself out there, to plant some roots.

“I meant what I said at the skate park… about you having your own style.”

He smiles, looking down with a breathy chuckle. His leg is bouncing slightly, he can’t wait to get back to school and dance with you more, spend the rest of this magical night with you.

“Thank you, that’s-” He’s cut off again, this time by the kiss Gina presses to his cheek. She’s out of the car and inside before he can look at her face. She holds her coat tight around her against the chilly rain beginning to drizzle down, and a second later, the front door closes and she’s inside.He lets out another chuckle, different this time. ‘That was weird.’ He thinks. He barely has the thought before his stomach drops, a sick, cold fear clutching him. What if you find out Gina kissed him? What if you find out and you hate him, what if he breaks your heart into a million pieces without trying? Or worse, what if you lose interest in him because you think he likes Gina? He can feel himself panicking at the idea, unable to stop the onslaught of all too real feeling anxieties wracking his mind, creating a pit in his stomach as he peels out of the driveway and makes his way back to school.

No, no, that’s not going to happen. He’s not going to lose you because he’s not able to express how much he cares about you. He’s not going to let that happen. Trying to hold this panic at bay, he pulls out his phone as he walks through the parking lot towards the school again. How to show someone you love them. He types the words into google, skimming article titles, reddit threads, quora responses, until he finds himself at the gym doors. He sees you across the room, dancing in a group with Carlos, Ashlyn, Natalie, and Seb. ‘Oh, Seb’s here. That’s good,’ he thinks, a momentary relief that at least one or two fires had been put out tonight. He spots Big Red on the opposite side of the room, and makes his way over to him carefully, trying not to be seen by you. He can’t be around you until he figures this out, he can’t hurt you like this.

Ricky approaches Big Red with an intense energy he has trouble reading, before Ricky starts to speak.

“Dude,” he says, voice intense and hushed, “Gina kissed me on the cheek.”

“That’s great!”

“No, it’s not!” Ricky says, clearly very frazzled. Okay, that’s where this is going.

“That’s awful!” Red course corrects as Ricky fills him in on the car ride with Gina. As he tells Red everything that happened, Ricky finds himself kind of hating Gina right now. Why would she do this to him, why would she put him in this position? Does she hate him or something? He thinks she must, there’s no other reason for her to sabotage his relationship with you like this. She must hate him if she’s trying to ruin the most important thing in his life.

“Listen, I really, really like her…” his eyes keep flicking over to you, gaze magnetized by your presence, “like, a lot. How can I make sure I don’t fuck this up? Because I can not fuck up with her.”

“Woah, man,” Red starts, trying to help Ricky ground himself a little, “chill out. In all fairness, cheek kisses can be platonic.”

“Right,” Ricky nods, starting to feel assured, and Red continues.

“So, if Gina wants to date you when you’re… kind of seeing someone, she has to make that more clear to you.”

“Right.” Ricky states, agreeing. He really hopes she doesn’t.

“I think you’re okay,” Red says, sensing his energy changing already, “just make sure she knows how much you like her. Make it really, objectively obvious.”

Yeah. He just has to make it obvious.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says to Red, his eyes locked on you as you laugh at something Carlos says, making his stomach twist and tingle, “I just have to make sure she knows how much… I like her.”

Red watches him make his way over to you, a spring in his step and a plan in his mind. Thank god for Dr. Phil, Red thinks, or else there’s no way he’d be able to help his friends navigate all their drama. He chuckles at the thought, watching Ashlyn fix the strap of your dress.

Ricky checks his phone one more time on the way over, looking over a chart of love languages one more time. He’s not sure what your love language is, so he’ll just have to try all of them and see what you seem to like best. Gift giving and acts of service aren’t really options right now, so tonight he’ll focus on words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time. If he has to drown you in all five love languages at once to make sure you know how he feels about you, he will.

“Hey,” he starts, watching your reaction nervously, scared you somehow already hate him. You turn around at the sound of his voice, eyes lighting up.

“Hey!” you smile, “You’re back!” you grab his arm, pulling him in closer to the group.

“Seb’s here,” you say, and he smiles, relieved at your reaction.

“Hey, man,” he smiles.

“Fill me in later,” you say quietly, referring to giving Gina a ride, and he nods, a little bit ready to forget the whole thing.

Now that all the drama, wardrobe malfunctions, and late entrances are out of the way, you and what remains of your friends spend the rest of the night like you intended; dancing, laughing, and taking great pictures together. Later on into the night, everyone’s just about had their fill of fun and the party starts winding down. You split up, most of your friends piling into the Salt Lake slices delivery van so Red can drop them off. After some more hugs and laughs, you finally part ways, climbing into the passenger seat of his orange Volkswagen Beetle.

His heart is thumping as you grab his hand and squeeze it a little once you’re on your way back to his house, causing a fresh wave of heat to rise to his face, and god he's nervous right now. His mind is still screaming at him that you're going to hate him, that he has to prove his feelings to you. He lets out a small little laugh at the gesture.

“Well,” you start, tired from the night, but thriving off the energy between you, “that could have gone way worse…”

“Yeah,” he laughs, nodding in agreement. You talk for the whole drive back to his place. You’d planned on staying over tonight since Ricky was driving and you figured it would be late, plus your mom’s car is at the mechanic so she’s using yours until some time tomorrow. You exchange sleepy chuckles as he parks. He checks his phone one more time as you leave the car, opening an article of women submitting stories about how they knew a guy loved them in a new tab. He sees a text from his dad - the date went well, he hopes Ricky and you had a good time at homecoming, and he’s going to bed so try to keep the noise down when you get back.

“My dad’s asleep,” he says softly, unlocking the door. He guides you inside, hand resting low on your back, and closes the door quietly behind him. Walking quietly from his foyer to his room shouldn’t have been a problem, but standing in the darkness with Ricky, you both suddenly find it hard not to start giggling. Hushing each other, you quickly sneak up the stairs past Mr. Bowen’s room, down the hall to Ricky’s room. He barely closes the door and flicks the lock closed before dissolving into giggles. You kick off your heels, glad to finally take them off, and grab a makeup wipe from your bag. He digs through his clothes for a second before handing you a big t-shirt to sleep in.

“Thanks,” you say, throwing away the makeup wipes. He gazes at you, watching you transition from formal and made up to casual and comfortable, your beauty unwavering. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone as pretty as you before. You watch him take off his jacket and tie, and undo the first button or two of his shirt. The action sends butterflies to your stomach and heat to your core. You glance away. You stand up, seeing if you can reach the zipper of your dress. Before you can ask, you feel Ricky behind you.

“Need some help with that?” He asks, closer to your ear than you’d expected and resting his hands on your waist. You both chuckle.

“Yeah,” you state, voice low and soft. He moves slowly, unzipping the back of your dress, careful not to snag the delicate fabric. You feel the bodice loosen around you, the end of the zipper stopping at the small of your back. He doesn’t move away. You can feel his breath fan over your shoulder, hand still resting on your waist.

His face is so close to yours, and he mutters your name softly before pressing a kiss to your jawline, then another and another. He moves down, burying his face in your neck as he continues to press hot, open mouthed kisses against your skin. He breathes in your perfume, peachy and sweet and intoxicating. He nips at your neck causing you to gasp, his hands moving below the draping fabric and directly onto your warm skin. You sigh at the contact. He pulls you closer to him, holding you tight as he sucks on your neck. Your dress is slipping off your shoulders, barely on at all anymore, as he begins to feel you up, touching you and caressing you so tenderly.

“Ricky,” you sigh. Your voice sounds so pretty when you’re like this.

“God, I-” he breathes, barely catching the words before they’re out. He lets out a nervous laugh, causing you to giggle in his grasp. He shushes you through his own laughter, his hands never ceasing the way they rome over your body.

"We have to be quiet," he says, turning you around in his arms, pressing himself up against you, trying so, so hard not to kiss you yet.

"I can be quiet…" you state, a jokingly incredulous tone in your voice. You stare each other down, and he tries not to break first, tries not to smile or laugh, but god, it’s impossible not to smile when he looks at you. Before he can crack, before he loses all composure and bares his soul for you, places his heart eternally in your hands to do as you please with, he pivots.

"Yeah?" He asks, and you feel the energy change, growing electric between you. "Is that a challenge?"

His tone is dangerous and he watches your eyes get wide. A second later he has you pinned against his mattress, pressing playful nips and kisses against your skin as muffled giggles and sighs escape your pretty mouth. His hands move down, grabbing your exposed skin as he kisses you harder and harder, riling the both of you up. You tear off the little remaining clothes either of you has on and he begins to roll his hips against you, grinding his hot, throbbing member against your heat. You let out a breathy moan, louder than before, as he continues to rock his hips against yours.

“That wasn’t very quiet,” he murmurs into your ear between kisses to your cheek and jawline. Your chest vibrates against his, and a wave of relief washes through him. You don’t hate him. He loves that feeling he gets when he makes you laugh, he wants to make you do it again.

“I can stay quiet,” you insist, already swept away by his touch, distracted by the warm kisses and bites he’s planting on your neck and chest. You’re even more distracted by the feeling of his fingers making their way down, brushing against your clit as they come into contact with the arousal dripping down your folds. He smiles, realizing if he can get you this turned on, this touchy, you must like him. He pushes his fingers in, finally met again with the cathartic feeling of your cushy, bumpy walls squeezing and folding around him. Arousal gushes, dripping down his fingers as he begins to stimulate the tight, sensitive muscles stretching around his fingers. He dwells on the feeling for a moment, maybe two, before you’re moaning again. It makes him laugh.

“I sure hope you can,” he says, another dangerously playful look on his face, “cause if you get too loud…” He watches you for a split second, hanging on his words, anticipation written across your face, “I’m gonna stop.”

Your stomach flip flops, exploding with butterflies at his words. Before you can look at his face, before you can gauge how serious he is about following through on his threat, his lips are on yours again. He kisses you, mouth open, tongue already prodding into your mouth. You’re lucky, you think, that he’s unintentionally muffling your noises with his mouth. You’re really lucky, because he quickly finds your g-spot, and there are a couple moans you couldn’t hold back if your life depended on it.

Every sigh, every gasp, every beautiful heart pounding moan Ricky elicits from you sends a fresh wave of relief and reassurance through him. You don’t hate him, and you’re not going to. You could never when he’s this good, this devoted to you. It’s impossible for him not to be when you’re so good to him. You’re so responsive to his touch, you’re totally on the same wavelength.

You must know what he’s telling you through his actions, through the way he looks at you, the words he’s had to bite back from spilling out more than once. You wouldn’t be dripping down his fingers and moaning into his mouth and grabbing at him like this, you wouldn’t be in his bed if you didn’t feel the way he does about you - or even something close to it. He’ll happily take whatever you want to give him. Of course he wants it all, he wants to completely take over your heart, but just a little bit will keep him happy until he can.

“Right there,” you whine against his lips, “fuck, just like that… feels so good…” you mutter.

‘See?’ he thinks, ‘You don’t say stuff like that if you don’t like someone a lot, much less moan it…’

It’s working. His plan to not lose you is working, he just has to make you cum so hard you can’t think straight, as many times as possible. And he’s going to, because there’s no way he can risk losing you. So he brings up his thumb, rubbing it over your clit as he curls his fingers against your gummy walls. It’s euphoric and overwhelming, and you barely have time to tug his hair before you’re cumming and pulsing around his fingers.

You squeeze and clamp tight around him, and he can’t resist anymore. He needs his tongue inside you, he needs to taste you, feel you squeeze his tongue and cream into his mouth. So he pulls away, already missing the feeling of your mouths against each other, and gazes at you, breath fanning across your cheeks, eyes locked. He takes you in, thumb caressing your cheek while the other continues to fondle your clit. After a moment he’s able to break his gaze away, and he moves down, pushing your legs open. You heart thumps in your chest in anticipation as he begins to lick and suck on your heat, tongue flicking into your drippy hole.

As soon as he gets a taste, he wants more. He stretches out his tongue, going to town on your cunt. Every sigh and tug of his hair, every attempt to muffle your moans makes him more eager to have you gush your sweet sticky cum all over him. This time he has some experience, and he’s making the most of it. He finds those spots inside you that make your eyes roll back, switching between them, bumping his nose against your clit, drawing stifled moan after stifled moan from you. One slips out, for real this time, and he pauses. It takes all his willpower; your scent is intoxicating and your taste is addictive, but the look on your face when you realize he’s standing by what he said is totally worth it.

“I told you,” he murmurs against your core, the vibrations and tone of his voice sending electricity through you, “we have to be quiet…” Your hand is clamped over your mouth, and you nod. Your timing couldn’t be better, because you don’t have time to finish the gesture before he dives back in. After that, it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge.

You give him everything he’s wanted all night, squeezing and gushing all over him while he laps up everything, holding down your hips while he shoves his tongue deeper inside you. It’s always surprising how far inside you he’s able to get it. You whine and moan, choking out praise as he already begins building up another high. He’s throbbing, desperate for anything you’ll give him, and he wants to make you say more shit like that. He wants to be good for you.

“Oh god- fuck, Ricky!” you choke out in a whisper, one hand tangled in his hair, the other clamped over your mouth. You’re already close again, he can feel it. He knew this would work. He knew he could prove to you how much you mean to him. He doubles his efforts, squeezing your thighs and grinding his face against your pussy, still dripping from the last times he made you cum. His eyes are half lidded and locked on you, watching your face, the way you squirm below his touch, the way your tits bounce with every movement. You’re not sure how long it is until he has you absolutely gushing and convulsing around his tongue again, but every moment is filled with ecstasy.

“Fuck you’re good at that…” you murmur, hand now playing with his hair instead of pulling it. “You’re one of the good ones, huh?”

You probably could have knocked him out with a feather. Your words reverberate in his mind, and his cheeks flush. One of the good ones. Yeah.

He’s throbbing harder than before, almost painfully turned on. He climbs back up over you, but before he can reach into his nightstand for a condom, you flip him over, straddling him. You look down at him with those beautiful eyes that hold every star in the night sky, biting your lip in that endearing way of yours. Your hands are warm on his shoulders, and he’s stunned at the suddenness of your action, and really eager to see where you’re going with this. He could watch you like this for hours, freezing this moment in time forever, eternally content with you, the way you touch him and look at him. You lean down closer to him, breath tickling his cheeks.

“My turn.”

You smile, the words coming out in a hushed giggle. Before he can blink, you’re grabbing his rock hard cock, squeezing it in your hands and teasing the tip as you spread around the precum already dripping down the side. He watches you, eyes wide and excited as you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. Your mouth is velvety soft, warm and wet, and he has to try not to cum on the spot. You pump the base of his cock, taking more of him in your mouth, and he tries not to buck his hips. He tries so hard not to move at all, tries to be good for you while you work your magic on him. He lets out a long, low moan. Suddenly you freeze, popping your lips off with a small wet noise as you look up at him.

“Stay quiet or I stop…” you tease, throwing his own conditions back at him. He nods, panting at your words. “Good boy.” You murmur under your breath, but he definitely hears. Good boy. He can feel the oxytocin flooding his brain, and you barely get your lips around him and start bobbing your head before he feels it.

“I’m close,” he chokes out, and you look up at him. He watches a smirk appear at the corners of your eyes before you drag your tongue along the bottom of his cock. It’s more than enough, and he watches in utter awe as he shoots his load into your mouth, and you swallow all of it. The sight is enough to have him throbbing again. He bites back more moans, desperate for you to keep going, for you to call him a good boy again. You bob your head along his length, tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock.

One hand comes down to fondle his balls, and a choked moan slips out. He never knew he could feel this good. He never knew one person could make him like this. You continue to lick and suck, squeeze and pump and rub, and soon he’s fighting another orgasm, hoping to bask in the feeling of your mouth around him for just a little longer. His prayers are in vain, he realizes, as he shoots another load of sticky, salty cum into your mouth. You have no trouble taking this one either. You continue to suck and lick, riding out the last of his high, before finally releasing him with a soft pop.

Thoroughly fucked out, he watches you climb up next to him, awestruck. You grab a blanket, pulling it over the both of you, and moving his face to press a few more kisses to his lips. Your tastes mingle as your tongues connect, and Ricky doesn’t think he’s ever tasted something that delicious. He wants more of it. It’s only when you eventually pull away that your eyes land on the clock behind him.

“Christ, it’s late,” you murmur. You blink heavily, Ricky mirroring the action, and you trace your thumb over his cheek, just looking at him a little longer. You tug the blanket up a little higher, snuggling up next to him. He holds you close on instinct, still trying to process everything that happened tonight in spite of how exhausted he is. It hits him suddenly, and he struggles to stay awake so he can appreciate the kiss you press to his jaw, the warm feeling of your hand on his chest.

He tries so hard to stay awake, to look at you for a little while, because no amount of time with you feels like enough. He refuses to acknowledge the heavy way he blinks and squeezes his eyes, trying to force them to focus on you, but he can feel himself losing the fight against the deep sleep he’s about to slip into. This night was a success, he thinks. He did a good job.

Late morning sunlight streams through his window, finally dragging Ricky back into the waking world. He looks over, missing your presence, and finds his bed empty. As he rolls over, he’s struck by the sweet, intoxicating scent of your peachy perfume. It’s all over his pillow, his sheets, his blankets. His whole room smells faintly of your scent. He buries his nose in the pillow where you’d slept, breathing it in, taking him right back to last night.

Eventually, he checks his phone. It’s later than he’d expected, but he’s greeted with a text from you, bringing an immediate, even bigger smile to his face.

He sighs, lovestruck. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, doesn’t want the scent of your perfume to fade. He just wants to bask in it.

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Titan Bending Chapter 6

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death, injury, sparring, fighting, hand-to-hand combat, weapons

WC: 3660

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Walking down the hallway after breakfast, I see the kids that I’ve started to get to know, my squad if you will, on the training field. I stop to watch for a second and see that Armin is just sitting off to the side.

Walking onto the field and up to him, I ask, “Whatcha doin all by yourself?”

I seem to have caught him by surprise because he pauses for a moment with wide eyes before responding, “Oh, there’s an uneven number of people so I have to wait for a sparring partner.”

“Sparring, eh?” I say with a gleam in my eyes. “How about I be your partner then?”

“Oh, um, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” I say reaching out my hand to help him off the ground. He picks up a wooden sword and I snort at him, “What’s the toy for?”

“Oh,” he looks at the sword in his hand, “it’s because our actual swords are so sharp that we don’t use those during practice.”

I nod and take a fighting stance. Armin gets into one as well and I have to be careful not to make a face.

Ooh, hand-to-hand is NOT this kid’s specialty.

It’s not until he takes a swing that I can’t contain myself anymore. “Okay, I don’t want to be rude but…can I give you a few pointers?” He nods enthusiastically at me.

“Okay, well first let’s talk about your stance. Your feet are a bit too close together and it would be very easy for someone to push you off balance if not completely over.” I push him lightly on the shoulder and watch him stumble a little in order to demonstrate my point. “In the same vein, you need to be a little lower. Bend more at the knees. That way, your center of gravity is lower which also makes it harder to knock you off balance.” Once he gets into position, I push his shoulder again and show him that he’s already much more solid.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?” He nods again in response.

“Alright, now let’s work on your motions. You used more of a stabbing motion, but that should probably be reserved for a finishing move because if you use it to open,” I take one hand underneath his wrist and push up while I use my other on the sword and pull down, knocking the weapon out of his hand in one move. I grab the glorified two-by-four before it hits the ground and continue, “it’s really easy to disarm. We haven’t been fighting continuously so I’m not tired enough yet. My suggestion is to use more side to side movements, at least early in a fight. They move faster so they’re harder to catch. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah! Like this?” Armin says as he implements my critiques.

“That’s perfect Armin! You’re a quick learner!” I say as I beam at him and I could swear I see him blush.

We keep practicing like this for a few minutes before Levi approaches. “Y/N, it’s nice to see you at practice. Arlert, I’ve been trying to say this to you for so long, what changed?” Armin stammers for a minute before Levi cuts him off, “well whatever it is, keep it up.” I smile at the kid and he blushes again.

Just as we’re about to work without the swords, Hange smacks her hands on my shoulders making me jump.

“Sorry to break up such a successful little practice, but I need you my dear,” she says, only barely containing her excitement.

“It’s just about lunchtime Hange, how about we eat quickly and then we get to work?” She visibly deflates but ultimately agrees. The entire squad makes our way to the mess hall where we’re met with Erwin for the first time. Unlike the last time I saw him, he’s clean shaven and his hair is neatly styled. He doesn’t immediately see me amongst the kids, but when we do make eye contact he smiles politely and I grin at him saying, “it’s nice to see you out and about Erwin.”

“Thank you Y/N. It’s good to see that you seem to be getting along with everyone-” he’s cut off by Hange’s maniacal laughter. Everyone turns to look at her and I cringe knowing exactly what she’s about to say.

“Yeah, except for the wild suckerpunch she hit Levi with yesterday! It was truly a sight to be seen, no one has ever stood up to him quite like that!”

As Erwin turns to look at me with surprise and a hint of amusement on his face, I grimace and rub my neck as I see Levi look at the ground out of the corner of my eye. “Yeah, I apologized to Levi last night about that, I was definitely out of line and made the entire situation much more personal than it needed to be. My friends back home are all roughly the same age as Levi’s squad so…” I trail off.

Going through the line, I decide to copy Erwin this time as he asks, “tell us a bit more about your friends, from what you’ve said so far it sounds like they could provide some more information.”

I sit down between Hange and Armin, with Levi and Erwin across the table and the rest of the kids huddled closely..

“Well, when I left Zuko was 17, Sokka and Suki were 16, Katara was 14, and Aang and Toph were 13. There’s a lot that could be said about all of them, but Aang is probably the one you’ll find the most interesting. I’ve mentioned the concept of the Avatar before as the only person that can bend all of the elements and that’s what Aang is. Part of what makes the Avatar who they are is the spirit they have. 10,000 years ago a human spirit fused with the spirit of light, Raava. So basically that’s what’s been passed down from person to person. Since it’s one spirit that all of the Avatars through history have shared, all of the knowledge of bending comes with it, so in addition to being able to bend all of the elements the person that is the Avatar is also the strongest bender in the world. After having lived with you all a little while, I know this is going to sound utterly unbelievable but Aang is actually, technically, 113 years old. He was an Air Nomad and when he found out he was the Avatar he ran away. Basically, he crashed his flying bison into the ocean during a storm and the Avatar spirit saved him in, essentially, a big iceberg-”

“What’s an iceberg?” Levi enquires.

“Oh, sorry. An iceberg is a massive hunk of ice. They can be as big as entire islands or countries. They float in the sea in super cold areas - specifically near the Southern Watertribe and the Northern Watertribe where I’m from. Anyway, Aang stayed frozen in that iceberg for 100 years until Sokka and Katara freed him accidentally. Sokka and Katara are brother and sister from the Southern Watertribe, and Katara is a waterbender like me but Sokka isn’t. Somewhat unrelated because we didn’t find this out for a while, but they’re actually my cousins. Anyway, they basically went on the journey with Aang then to master all of the elements. The thing about the Avatar cycle is that you have to go in order, and that goes both for learning the elements and for which element the next Avatar is reincarnated into. So first was water, then they traveled to the Earth Kingdom where they met Toph. Despite being just a kid herself, Toph is Aang’s earthbending master. She’s a blind girl from a noble family and uses her earthbending as a form of sight. Suki is a non-bender from a place called Kyoshi Island in the Earth Kingdom. She’s the captain of their elite fighting force and is crazy talented. The last person then is Zuko. He eventually became Aang’s firebending master. Zuko is from the Fire Nation and is now Fire Lord, which is basically king of the Fire Nation. At the time I met him though he was just the banished, exiled crown prince. That’s…that’s basically the overview. Is there anything in particular you want to know?”

Before anyone can say anything, Eren chimes in “how did you meet these people?”

I smile at him. “Well, I met Zuko first. I was living in the woods of the Earth Kingdom when he tried to steal food from me. I basically taught him how to hunt and fend for himself and then began traveling with him and his uncle Iroh. At the time they were on the run. We ended up in the capital of the Earth Kingdom, Ba Sing Se. Actually, that’s the city I thought I was in when I landed here. But it was here that I got hurt in a fight between people from the Fire Nation and Aang and Katara. When I came to, I was in the Fire Nation and still very injured so I escaped and found Aang and the rest of the group and they rescued me pretty much with open arms.”

“Will you shut up and finish eating so we can get to work?” Hange hisses in my ear.

I chuckle at her and keep eating as Erwin asks, “so if Aang’s spirit goes back 10,000 years, do you think he knows anything about this part of the world?” A hush falls across the table and everyone looks at me with baited breath. I think for a moment before saying, “No, I don’t think he currently knows anything about the world being larger than the four nations. But he might be our best bet to figure out more. It’s not a guarantee, but it’s possible he can enter the spirit world and speak with one of his past lives about it.”

“But that would require us finding him,” Levi states bluntly. Hange slumps a little at this but realization dawns on me. No one other than Levi seems to notice my change in demeanor. “You have an idea?” he asks me directly.

I pause, mulling it over before simply saying, “Possibly.” I stop while everyone waits for me to continue. “Again, it’s not a guarantee but…I’ve actually been able to travel to the spirit world myself before. Only during full moons, but it is something I can do. I don’t have the same past lives, so it’s not a direct connection or anything, but it could be something.” The table falls silent again as everyone processes my words.

“Well,” Hange breaks the silence, “I think it’s time for us to get to work!”

As we stand up and place our trays on the return, I realize everyone is coming with us.

“We’re going to have an audience for our first real experiment?” I ask her.

“Of course! You’re an anomaly and they have time before they have to start cleaning so everyone wants to watch,” Hange responds matter-of-factly.

I nod in understanding before asking, “So what's our first test?”

I can practically feel Hange start to vibrate with excitement as she starts in, “I think we can get through a few today! I want to see how close you have to be to a source of water in order to use it, and if that distance changes if the source is different-”

“-like if I’m pulling from something direct like a river or indirect like a tree,” I interject.

“Exactly! That shouldn’t take very long though so I also want to see how precise you can be at different distances. Oh! And maybe we can see how much water you can bend at once today too! And I’m working on ways to measure how much force you can hit a target with and we can also work with how you localize ice and-”

“Hange! We don’t have to do ALL of the experiments we discussed today!” I cut her off with a giggle.

Her excitement is adorable. It reminds me a bit of Sokka.

At this point, we’ve reached the field where she runs tests with Eren. With a clap of her hands, Hange announces, “Okay! So Moblit has set up markers every 10 meters for 50 meters. I have just a cup of water at zero. Start as far away as you feel you can.”

“Easy enough but I will say,” I begin to explain, “a small source like this is more difficult to bend from far away. If it were a bigger source, like a pond, I think I could pretty easily bend it from 50 meters.”

Her eyes fill with wonder and she scribbles down some notes without saying another word. I smile at her again before walking to the 10 meter mark. Before I can bend she looks up and her voice is tinged with a little disappointment, “Oh, you don’t think you can bend that from farther back?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m not a super strong bender or anything so I think I can probably do farther back, but I’m not sure so I don’t want to start too optimistic if that makes sense.”

Her enthusiasm returns, assuaged by my explanation. Without another word, I return to my stance and bend the water out of the cup, bringing it to myself and realizing we can kill two birds with one stone. “Hange, I don’t know what you have planned to test precision but putting this water back in this cup might be a decent test of that.”

“Oh y/n! I love how you think! I’ll want to do other tests too but that is a brilliant idea!”

I smile again before returning the water and carefully lower it down into the cup without spilling a drop.

Haha! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!

A bit smug with myself, I walk to the next marker at 20 meters and repeat the steps, doing the same at 30 meters without a mistake at either. It’s at the 40 meter mark that I begin to struggle, unable to accurately sense the water in the cup. Ultimately, I can still bend it but when it comes to returning the water to the cup I lose about half. Moblit refills the cup and we proceed to test the increments between 30 and 40 to see exactly where I lose precision, and then we go past 40 to see where I lose the ability to bend it at all.

These steps are repeated on a few poor trees, and it turns out I can bend a tree from 67 meters away while I can only reach 44 meters with a small source. After completing this series of tests, I reproach Hange and the group inquiring about the next test.

“Okay, so I don’t think we can test how much water I can bend right now. There’s nowhere near a large enough body of water and I’ve already killed too many of your trees.”

Erwin snorts and Hange seems dismissive as she says, “Oh, that’s no problem. It’s for a greater good!” I crinkle my nose up with disgust at her suggestion, but no one seems to pay me any mind as Hange continues. “I do think that bending the water in trees is not the most scientific approach to measuring the amount. I guess that just means that we’ll have to take a field trip soon!”

As Hange gets lost in her excitement, I see Levi turn to the kids out of the corner of my eye.

“Alright brats, that’s enough watching the circus,” I roll my eyes at his insinuation, “you all have your assigned posts for cleaning, disperse now.” He’s met with groans but ultimately they all salute and head in their own directions.

I turn to Hange and say, “Well, until you figure out exactly how you want to run some of the other experiments, I don’t think there’s anything else we can do today. Am I dismissed?”

She looks at me incredulously and I can feel Levi and Erwin’s eyes on me as well, so I continue, “Levi’s squad is cleaning so I wanted to assist them. I know I’ve made it clear that I’m not a soldier, but I am living here too so I figure it’s the least I can do.” She softens slightly and while she’s still disappointed, she does agree that I should help with cleaning and decides that she can go synthesize what we’ve worked on today. As she and Erwin walk away deep in discussion, I walk with Levi.

“So where do you need me, cap’?” I say with mischief in my voice.

Levi gives me a bombastic side eye but doesn’t comment on my playful title. “Connie and Mikasa are cleaning the mess hall. Eren, Sasha, Armin, Krista, and Jean are on stable duty. The choice is yours.”

“Stables sounds like shit…no pun intended,” I say amused with my own joke. To my surprise, Levi lets out a snort which I think for him is the equivalent of crying with laughter. “So, I guess I’ll help Connie and Mikasa.”

Once inside, I split off from Levi and head towards the mess hall where I see the bald boy and the girl with the black hair.

So her name is Mikasa and that’s Connie. That must mean the other two girls are Sasha and Krista. Once I figure out the difference between the two of them, I think I’ll finally be able to put together everyone’s names.

As I approach, they both stop and just stare at me. Suddenly feeling like an outsider, I stop awkwardly and say “Hi, uh, I’m going to help y’all clean today.”

“I thought you weren’t a soldier?” Connie says with a hint of amusement in his voice, clearly referring to my little outburst yesterday.

I sigh and explain to them the same thing I just did to Hange about wanting to pull my weight and this seems to satisfy Mikasa, so with the ghost of a smile she hands me a bucket and a rag. I take it from her, returning a warm grin that seems to make her even more comfortable with my presence.

Looking into the bucket, I’m struck with an idea. “I think I have a way that we can do this really quickly. Pour your buckets onto the tables,” I instruct the kids. They’re completely confused so I realize I’m going to have to demonstrate.

I pour some of the soapy water on the table closest to me before bending it to spread it out. Once the entire table is covered, I turn back to the wide eyed Mikasa and Connie and explain, “I can cover each table quickly, we let it sit for a moment so that it disinfects better, and then I bend it off and out the window. Then I can take plain, clean water and rinse the tables off. While I do that you can dust, then we do the floors the same way and we’re done in maybe 15 minutes!”

As we get to work, I catch them watching me. Their curiosity is cute and honestly not dissimilar from my own. We finish up in about 15 minutes just like I predicted. As we’re finishing the floor, Levi enters the mess hall to check in and is visibly surprised that we’re done already, although he shakes the emotion quickly from his face.

His eyes narrow and I hear him mumble to himself, “we’ll see about that.”

His cloth runs across every surface and not a speck of dirt sullies the white fabric. He glances at the three of us before walking up to a random table to inspect it more thoroughly. When his back is turned, I wink at Mikasa and Connie and they both give me hesitant smiles. Levi swipes underneath the table, clearly thinking this will get us but much to his surprise, this surface is also pristine. He huffs and almost inaudibly tells us we did a good job. I was expecting him to tell us to go assist the others, but instead he gives us the rest of the afternoon free so I decide to make tea for the kids and we can sit somewhere and just relax.

Mikasa smiles a genuine smile this time and says, “that would be nice.”

I’m taken aback by the pitch of her voice and then I chuckle. “You know, I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you talk.” The girl seems almost embarrassed but they both come to the kitchen with me as I start to prepare some tea.

“So, why did you guys join the military?”

They both pause but it’s Connie that breaks the silence. “I originally wanted to be a hero and bring honor to my village,” he laughs without humor, “nothing really honorable about this though, and it’s not like there’s a Ragako Village anymore.” The look in his eyes is distant, and I want to inquire more but decide it’s not the time. I hand him his tea first.

Turning to Mikasa, she sort of just shrugs her shoulders and says “I wanted to make sure I could keep Eren safe,” she pauses before quickly adding, “and Armin too! It was always their dream to join the Survey Corps. Armin was the one that told Eren there’s an outside world and they’ve both wanted to go outside the walls ever since.”

“So that’s why they’re so interested in my stories,” I say as I pass her the tea and she nods.

“Armin is obsessed with the sea,” Connie adds.

I smile at this before getting lost in my own thoughts for a moment. I then simply say, “the ocean is pretty cool. I miss it.”

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2af-afterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober '21 - Day 1: Hurry Home

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Leviathan/Main Character

Characters: Leviathan, Main Character

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), verbal instruction, edging, phone sex, drabble

Summary: Levi talks to you while he waits in line for a new game and you are busy back home.

A/N: Day 1 of kinktober! We are a go!

Word Count: 471

“So close,” your voice purrs over the phone, the sound of your breathing heavy and full of longing as your stomach lurched forward. The sound of your fingers digging into your soaking wet cunt, getting covered with your slick as you dragged them along your inner walls, “Please, let me cum. Want to cum for you.”

Levi listened with a faint blush on his cheeks, desperately hoping that no one around could hear your voice through the headphones he was wearing. Your voice was unbelievably tempting and if he wasn’t so close to the front of the line for this new game he would actually debate going home to you. Unfortunately, he was close, and so were you by the sounds of it.

“You know you can’t,” he says as he steps forward in the line.

“Please?” He has to move the receiver away from his ear as you scream, “Please, Levi, it hurts. I need to cum.” He’d been making you stop just before you could finish since he’d told you to start touching yourself.

“You can wait until I get home, right?” His tone teased you just over the phone, none of his intent was lost even through the background noise on his end that other fans in line were making, “Just keep going and I’ll take care of you all you want later.” He was looking forward to that ‘later’ too. There was something wonderful about your face full of desperation as your thighs rubbed together to try and find some relief, you crying and begging him to finally give you the release he’d been denying you for so long.

“Now,” he looked around cautiously, making sure no one was listening to him as he dropped his voice, “rub that cute clit of yours and tell me what you’re thinking about.”

With a whine, you pull your fingers out of your aching heat and press them against your sensitive clit, slowly rubbing circles around the tender ball of nerves and crying at how hard it is not to just give in and let yourself cum, “You. I’m thinking about your fingers touching me and your cock filling me.” Your pace began to pick up and you ignored that it was almost painful to touch yourself, “Please come home. I can’t take anymore. Need you inside of me so bad.”

He needed it too. Listening to you was going to be the death of him, especially if this line didn’t move any faster. The only good part of this was that by the end he would finally have his new game on release day and that you would be so pent up and needy that you would practically jump on him the second he walked through the door.

Both of those were things he was really looking forward to.

#2af writes #obey me smut #leviathan smut #afab fic #cw edging #cw phone sex #kinktober 2021

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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watermelon sugar (kinktober day 1)

kink(s) of the day: overstimulation and squirting | kinktober masterlist

(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)

submission for: @ickyism’s Tropical Kiss Collab (thank you for organizing this💕, i think i am still early because timezones :D)

features: levi ackerman x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU) | wc: 4450 | song: watermelon sugar - harry styles

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m! and f! receiving, not in a 69 position), face fucking (if you squint), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex (pull out game strong, so dw), rough sex, pet names (baby, minx, captain), cum on ass, almost getting caught in class, implied creampie later (on the pill)

beta reading: @littleoanh (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: you were in a bar, sitting with your best friend, talking about and reminiscing that summer fling or friends with benefits, if you will, which you hoped could have been something more.

a/n: welcome to kinktober 2022! this is very my very first try in working on this and i hope you all enjoy this <3 keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

The bright lights of the bar caused your eyes to twinkle as you were in the most popular bar on campus with your friends, drinking away, enjoying the last couple of days of your summer vacation. The final year of grad school was waiting for you with bated breath and you were not wanting to think about that. Instead, you were sitting at the bar table with your best friend while your other friends were lost amongst the crowd on the dance floor.

“So, bestie,” your BFF calls out to you, and then whispers loudly enough for you to hear, “did you get laid throughout this summer?” You felt a sense of fluttering in your tummy as you heard the question. “Come on, now… tell me, pleaseeeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you calm her down and tell her, “yes. I did.” She widens her eyes at you. “Wait, really? For how long?” You winked at her and smirked, responding, “All throughout the summer,” causing her to open her mouth wide in shock. “OH MY GOD!” She screams as you try to shush her to avoid embarrassment.

“Spill the tea, sis! Come on, you got more action than me, and didn’t even tell me about it!” Chuckling, you responded, “Well, it was a FWB. What do you want me to do, go around and spread the word?” Both of you giggle as she asks, “Seriously though, tell me!” You nod and then continue, “Well, remember the time you had to leave for your internship and there was this summer class I had to take ‘cause I needed to work on my research otherwise? It happened then….”

As soon as you entered the classroom, you noticed the seats were almost all occupied except for one. As you walked to the empty seat, your eyes fell on the guy that sat beside you. He had short, straight black hair that was styled in an undercut curtain, narrow and seemingly intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with white stripes, which casually showed off his well-developed physique and muscles, but he gave a deadpan look at the board while flicking a pen where the professor was writing the notes. His face seemed extremely calm. One could never guess what he was truly thinking.

As you collected yourself, quickly sat down, and nodded at this guy that caught your gaze. Thankfully, he nodded in return, from his peripheral vision, he took notice of you. You seemed excited for something, as you took out your notes, your laptop and your stationery as you were starting to pay attention to the lecture. His gaze lingered on how you tucked the stray locks of your hair behind your ear and how you straighten your glasses. Suddenly, you turned to his direction as the professor called out his name, “Levi, Levi, Levi!” He snapped out of his reverie as he turned to Professor Erwin Smith who was asking him something. Fortunately enough, Levi was able to answer correctly, surprising you. You, on the other hand, didn’t really surprise him when you were able to answer the questions addressed to you, however, he was taken aback by how chatty you seemed, yet you knew when to keep to yourself.

As class got over, you started packing your bag when you heard someone clearing your throat beside you. You turn to see that it was the good looking man. “Are we going to keep stealing glances like this, or are we finally going to introduce ourselves?” Chuckling, you respond, “Ah, I like that you’ve taken interest in me. Anyway,” you put your hand before him and introduce yourself. He then shakes your hand with his, giving a firm grip, responding in a way that catches your ears, “Your name is interesting. I hope I get to see you around more. I am Levi, by the way. Just Levi.”

“Just Levi, you say?” You raise an eyebrow, and continue, “It’s a pretty common name, you know? There are probably millions that have the same name as you.” With that, he smirks, and responds, “But there’s only one me. Why don’t you come to the summer party tonight at the club downtown to see?” You throw in a half-smirk his way and respond, “Well, you put in an offer I couldn’t just refuse, could I?”

That very same night, you walked into the club in a silver shimmery dress that went up to your knees and showed all of the curves well. You’d gotten your hair styled and were excited about the first night of the summer classes as your hips swayed to the music while drinking your favorite cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri. As your eyes turned to the end of the bar table, you saw the Levi that met you in the morning but he was dressed very differently. He wore a light blue t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. He had the similar expression you saw at the beginning of the class but his gaze softened as it met yours, prompting him to smile.

Levi then approached you oh so confidently with a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke, “Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled and responded, “Oh, so you didn’t think I’d show up, huh?” With a half-smirk, he retorted, “You seem to be a little miss goody-two-shoes for me to expect you here.”

You were not sure whether you should be surprised, offended or flattered by his choice of words, so you threw in a half-smirk, scoffed a bit while running your index finger along the rim of your glass so as to draw his gaze on to the drink, and retorted, “Well, as you can see by the drink that I’m holding, that I’m not. I like to party, I just don’t do it often.” Puckering his lips, he responds, “Why? Boyfriend troubles?” Swatting your hand in the air, you shook your head in disappointment, “And here I thought that you thought of me to be goody-two-shoes! It could be possible that I don’t want anything to get in the way of my research? Also, didn’t you mean ex-boyfriend troubles?”

Levi responded, “Ah, so you’re a research scholar I see, I am impressed!” Then he briefly lowered his head in embarrassment, “Oh, my bad. I’m sorry. When did that happen?” Pondering, you answered, “A couple of days before the spring finals. He started dating a girl through Tinder while keeping me in the loop. I slapped him when I found out.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Really? Tch, men these days. Well, that’s a shame. That fucker doesn’t know that he’s let go of something precious. I’m glad that you slapped him.” Your gaze then fixates on the man in front of you, “You think so?”

He then comes closer to you, his face being inches away from yours, you could somewhat smell the whiskey off of him but you didn’t mind a bit. He curtly responded, with a sense of charm in his voice, “I don’t like to waste time by lying about what I think, (y/n).” He then placed a stray lock of your hair that fell out again behind your ear. “You’re hot, you’re smart, you’re confident in your own skin. I like that.” You then move back with your hand on your chest, taking on a snarky tone, “Why thank you. I can say that you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Levi No-Last-Name. After all, I see your groupies waiting for you.” “Tch,” he clicked his tongue again. “I find them annoying.” You scoffed, “Sure you do. You like the attention though, don't you?” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ooh you’re fiesty, I like that. Perhaps, we can come up with an agreement on something that would help us.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay? What do you suggest?” A knowing smile appears on his face, as he continues, “Well, with you getting away from your ex-boyfriend and focusing on your research, and me wanting to avoid those flies, how about we have a thing. You and me, for the summer. It’ll just be a FWB thing though. I don’t have to come in your way, and vice-versa.” This time, you’re the one to raise your eyebrows, “Oh? You think that in just one meeting, I’d agree to your proposition? We’re not friends, yet.” You then get up from your seat and stand in front of him, and subtly notice the height difference between you two. Scoffing, you continue, “How about we try it out tonight in that case?”

Taken aback by your forthrightedness, he inquires, “So you agree that you sense something between us?” With your lips now dangerously close to his cheek, you smile and whisper, “I’d say that there’s more than what we can sense but we’ll never know until we try, Captain,” teasing him with the nickname that he usually goes by from what you heard. It’s as if he felt shivers down his spine when he heard you, causing him to respond curtly, “What did you say?” Not sure if he heard it or not, you respond again, in a sultry manner this time. “Captain?”

Not sure if the whiskey overtook him, he softly drags his hand towards the small of your back and presses you closer to him, without uttering a word. He then drags his fingers to your shoulder, causing you to shiver with his every touch. He then slowly caresses your arm all the way to your hand, as he turns around and tangles his fingers with yours, gently leading you outside of the club. “Okay, umm,” he breaks the silence, “your place or mine?” A smile appears on your face, as you bring yourself to whisper in his ear, “Mine, please. I want to be comfortable first.” He turns his head to you, nods, then turns back, and responds softly enough for you to hear, “Of course. It’s the first priority.”

No sooner had you two reached your place, than you were glad that you were living in a single room apartment by yourself. As he approached you, his lips landed on yours, just like how you were desiring. “Fuck, your lips…” he cried out as he started to explore your lips with his while you two cupped each other's cheeks. You softly inquire, “Your hair…can I touch it?” and was met with a silent hum as you two ranked nails through each other's hair.

To you, his lips felt cold and touch-starved, but tasted smooth, just like the whiskey. To him, your lips tasted like strawberries on a summer evening, like the daiquiri you drank. Lost in each other, you enter your home as you lock the main door. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongues around each other, until he stopped you, and he purred, “Before we continue, I want to let you know that I may not be gentle, I may be rough, but I assure you that I'll take care of you. Do you still want me to keep going?”

You nod, panting, “Yes, Levi, please don’t stop.” He chuckles and responds, “I will not continue until you call me what you called me at the club.” You pant, holding him, “Please don’t stop, captain.”

Giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. In what felt like literal minutes or even seconds, both of your clothes were off each other and strewn all over the place. In the midst of it all, while your lips were glued to each other, you were carefully inspecting every inch of his incredible physique with your fingers, as you released yourself from the kiss, causing you to be in awe of him.

With your consent, he roughly unhooked your bra, and discarded it on the ground with your breasts on display. “I was right,” Levi muttered when he roughly cupped both of your mounds and fondled them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilted your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him.

“(Y/N), you’re beautiful,” Levi rasps in awe, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. He didn’t seem to be one to mince words or lie about your looks, so this meant a lot to you somehow.

In one sweep, he picks you by your butt, with you wrapping your legs around his waist, and him placing you on the bed, with your head on the pillow. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy as he sees you, “I am so glad that you kept it clean down there. Besides, seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time.” He examines your body as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.

Without telling you anything, his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Captain, feels so nice…”

There was an exchange of intense eye contact, moans, and groans going on as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. Your voices were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept calming you saying, “it’s okay, I got you.” With your wetness as lube, he roughly inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.

“Oh, shit you’re tight,” Levi cried, “Damn this pussy. That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan, and he then inserts another finger and commands, “Spread your legs for me.”

As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first kisses your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds roughly, while fucking you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well. As he kept doing it roughly, a coil was slowly building up within you, eventually causing you to see stars as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Levi, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps.

He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your sensitive pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. All of this happened so soon, that you couldn’t register when he put you on his lap, again, urging you to go down on him. You were shocked to see his girthy cock slap against the abdomen. Who knew that someone who was shorter than you was more than making up for it in the package department.

Your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. He tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You then start sucking him hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Levi’s eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, his face flushed with delight. You move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Shit,” he whimpers, calling out your name, “Don’t milk me just yet.” With a smirk on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide you. Levi then thrusts harder into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you, but you nod, allowing him.

Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more, as he fucked your face. He breathed your name, writhing into your mouth. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, making him grunt, as one of your hands rubs your clit.

“I want you to be on all fours, baby,” he rasped, getting you out of your reverie, and you looked at him in confusion. “On all fours, I’ll not repeat it again,” he commanded as you nodded, climbing on the bed and turning around with your ass on display. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, not uttering a single word. He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much.

“Crap, baby, how are you taking me in so well?” He says as he keeps thrusting himself into you. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. Your legs were shaking from the building up of another orgasm when he leans over you, turns your face such that it’s inches away from his face and then places a kiss on your lips. “You're pretty when you cum,” he smiles, pressing your face to the pillow, “I want you to not hold back and keep moaning,” he murmurs, starting to push his hips against yours again.

As he teases your sensitive spot, the knot in your stomach begins to loosen again, your velvety pussy stretching under his thrusts even though you can't take it all in. “I'm close, I can’t take it anymore,” you warn him. He fake pouts, “But we're just getting started,” then smirks, moving his calloused thumb over your puffy nub.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, his balls slamming into your ass and lewd sounds come out of your pussy as his shaft fucks you rhythmically. Your cunt spasms around his girth as if to push him off and when you come Levi pulls out. You squirt on him, squealing his name and shaking.

His thumb doesn't stop moving in circles over your sensitive bud, “There it is,” he murmurs, working his cock back into your hole, “you did so well,” he praises you, beginning to thrust frantically for his release now. He then says, “I’m going to cum on your ass now. I love the way it looks, and it would look better with my essence all over it,” as he felt his release approaching, following which he pulled out, and sprayed his essence all over your derriere.

Panting heavily, the both of you lie down on your bed and snuggle with each other. “Okay that was FUCKING good” you broke the silence, as he chuckles. You look at him, and ask, “Is that why you’re popular amongst the girls? ‘Cause you make them feel amazing in bed?” He scoffs, responding, “They say that, but they don’t realize that sex is a two-way street. They’re supposed to make me feel good too, but they fail to do so, until just now. ‘Cause you,” he then kisses you, “you’re a minx, you know that?” You wink at him, saying, “I seem to be learning from the best,” as you both decide to go at it again, lasting all night.

This went on for days and weeks on end. Sex with Levi was always on a whole another level. Your ex-boyfriend could never match up to how good Levi was. Both of you never told each other, but ever since you two started sleeping with each other, you two never bothered sleeping with other people. You would even take risks in the university, with him devouring your pussy one day during class, urging you to pay attention in class, and were only allowed to cum once the professor left. You were overstimulated during class but couldn’t say anything.

Once class was over, he felt a gushing liquid coming out of you, as both of you chased your release. When you got over your embarrassment after frantically cleaning up, you asked him, “Why were you eating me out during class? You know that you’re more than capable of making me do that anywhere.” He laughed sadistically, “Because you got me addicted to you, baby.” Shaking your head in disapproval you scoffed, “Oh, please. Remind me to give you an amazing blowjob during class next time. I will overstim you so hard that you’ll see stars.” He then grins at you and says, “Try me.”

Your summer tryst didn’t just get you two physically close, during this time, you were beginning to get bare with each other emotionally, blurring the lines between you two in every way. You learned that his full name was Levi Ackerman, the nephew of Kenny Ackerman the trustee, the son of Kuchel Ackerman, the popular actress who died in a car accident and is related to Mikasa Ackerman, a champion in sparring. He confessed that he was not fond of his last name, so he dropped it whenever he was introducing himself in public.

In return, you told him about your problems, and he was more than patient to listen to you rant about your research not going well. You two would cook meals and drink tea together and before you know it, both of you seemed to be falling for each other. Until one day, Levi knocked furiously on your door, with you wondering what was going on. However, you were then met with a scowl from him, who had a phone in his hand with his Twitter page blowing up.

“What is this?” He curtly answers in a soft voice, showing you that your classmates were freaking out about Levi’s surname. Now, to some it may not be a big deal, but it was to him, you were aware. However, you were not the one to do this. You’d never hurt him on purpose. “Levi, how did this happen? I swear this is not my doing…” He entered your house with his eyebrows being furrowed further. “Explain this to me then, why this was done from your phone?” Fear gripped you, as you checked your phone, realizing that you were hacked. You didn’t know who did this or why would someone target you, but this wasn’t right. “Levi, I really did not do this. I was—” He flashed his palm so as to stop you from talking, just saying, “Save it. This, whatever we were having, it’s over,” and he left, leaving you alone.

The last few days of the summer went by, with you focusing more so on your research than anything else. However, something felt different. There was something you felt was missing, or rather a certain someone …

Your best friend then widens her eyes in shock. “Omg you were with THE LEVI?! The sex god?!” She exclaimed, “Wasn’t his last name was a mystery until recently?”

Your facial expression then turns sorrowful. “Yeah, but that was not my fault though. Apparently my ex saw me fucking him in university and he got so jealous that he hacked into my phone and spread the information. He being a comp sci student, I should have seen it coming! We argued and we stopped talking ever since.” You were upset about all that happened, but you couldn’t stay upset. After all, it was just supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement, right?

“Did I mess it up, real bad?” You softly asked your best friend, without realizing that Levi had walked up to you and stood behind you, surprising you with a, “Why don’t you tell me what happened next?” You flinch and turn to see Levi standing in front of you, looking at you guiltily. He briefly lowers his head. “I…I owe you an apology.” You stand in front of him, still hurt, but wanting him even more as you felt your heart race. “I later learned what actually happened and set him straight but could never bring myself to apologize to you until today. Would you be able to forgive me, and can we try this again?”

You stood there, stopping yourself from kissing him, retorting, “I don’t know, it did hurt, y’know…” He then cups your cheek with one hand, brings you closer and kisses you, ignoring your shocked best friend in the background. “How about now?” You throw in a half-smirk and whisper, “Only if you do that again with you cumming in me, as I’m on the pill.” As he widened his eyes, not a single word was exchanged as he held your hand and dragged you out of the club. Surely he didn’t want to miss the chance of getting washed away in you, ever again.

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