Levi Ackerman x Reader ♥ ~This Love is Grey~ ♥

Story is about the Reader and having to deal with Levi, while messing up for the first time to see him. What happens next? Love? Sex? Both?


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5. Chapter Four: LEMON♥

(Your POV)

It was 10:00pm and Captain Levi wanted to see you. ‘Odd’, you thought to yourself. You skipped all the way down to his office, and was pretty excited, because you knew 100% that you liked the man a lot, he was just too attractive.

You knocked on his door and waited a couple seconds. He opened the door and smiled slightly, “You needed to talk to me?” “Yes, come in!”, his voice was husky, you liked it. You walked in and when you were going to ask something else, he shut the door hard.

He slammed you against the door and pinned you against it. He had you hands above your head, you were confused a little bit, but when he started giving you kisses on your neck, you melted in with them. He found your weak spot on and gently bit it, you moan. You could feel the smirk on his face. He kissed up your jawline, and passionately kissed your lips. You slip from his grip and put your hands around his neck, to deepen the kiss. He started unbuttoning your shirt and gave feather like kisses along your jawline.

He slowly pulls off your shirt and let's it drop to the floor. He also takes out the hair tie you were using to tie your hair back. He smiles once he watches your hair fall to your shoulders, and goes to your ear and whispers. "I like [your colour of hair] haired ladies!", and kisses your ear. His lips go back to your lips and his kiss is demanding, while his tongue and yours collide. He put his arms around you and hauls you against his body, while you can feel his erection, and he languidly pushes it into you.

You moan into his mouth, you can hardly contain the riotous feelings- or are they hormones?- that rampage through your body. You move your hands up to his face and into his hair. It was soft, unruly. You tug gently, and he groans. He lets you go, "Lets go to my room." He gently picks you up bridal style and quietly, but quickly makes it a door down to his room.

He puts you down, and eases you toward the bed, until he knew your knees reached the bed. Releasing you, he falls to his knees. He grabbed your hips with both hands and runs his tongue around the navel, and licking your hips bones. “Ah” You groan.

Seeing him on his knees in front of you was so unexpectedly hot. Your hands in his hair, pulling a bit when trying to slow you're too-loud breathing. He gazes up at you through his long lashes, with his smoky grey eyes. His hands reached up to your zipper and undid them.

Without taking eyes off each other, his hands move down to your waistband, skimming you and and moving to your behind. His hands glide slowly down your backside to your thighs, removing your jeans as they go. You cannot look away.

He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact with you. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between your thighs. You feel him, there.

"You smell good," he mourners, and closes his eyes, a look of pure pleasure on his face, and you practically convulse. He reached up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes you gently so you fall on the mattress.

With him still kneeling, he grasps your feet and undoes your [type of shoe], pulling off your shoes and socks. You raise yourself up on your elbows to see what he's doing. You pant...wanting. He runs his tongue along your instep and then his teeth. 'How could I feel this, there?' You fall back on the bed, moaning, you hear his soft chuckle.

"Oh, [your name], what I could do to you," he whispers. He removes your jeans completely, so you're laying there with just your bra and panties. "You're very beautiful, [your name], can't wait to get inside you." 'Holy shit, his words, so seductive' you thought.

"Show me how you pleasure yourself?" "What?" You frown. "Don't be coy, [your nickname], show me." He whispers. You shake your head, "I don't know what you mean?" "How do you make yourself come?" You shake your head, "I don't." He raises an eyebrow, "Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that."

He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans down, his eyes still on you. He leans down, quickly jerks your legs apart and crawls onto the bed between your legs. He hovers over you, you squirm with need.

"Keep still," he murmurs, and then leans down and kisses the inside of your thighs, trailing kisses up, over the material of your panties, kissing you.

'Oh, how am I suppose to keep still?' You thought. "We're going to have to work on keeping you still baby." He trails kisses your belly and his tongue dips into your navel. Still he's heading north, kissing you across your torso. Your skin is burning. You're clawing at the sheets beneath you.

He lies down beside you and his hand trails up from your hip, to your waist, and up to your breast. He gazes down at you, his expression unreadable, and gentle cups your breast.

"You fit my hand perfectly, [your name]," he murmurs, and dips his index finger into the cup of your bra and gently yanks it down, freeing your beast, but the underwire and fabric of the cup force it upward. His finger moves to your other breast and repeats the process your breast sweep and your nipples harden under his steady gaze.

"Very nice," he whispers appreciatively, and your nipples harden even more. He blows very gently on one as his thumb slowly rolls the end of your nipple, elongating it. You groan, feeling the sweet sensation all the way to your groin. You are so wet. His lips close around your other nipple, and when he tugs, you nearly convulse.

"Let's see if you can come like this," he whispers, continuing his slow, sensual assault. Your nipples beat the delicious brunt of his fingers and lips, settling alight every single nerve ending, so that your whole body sings with sweet agony that just doesn't stop.

"Oh...please," you beg, and you pull your head back, you open your mouth as you groan, your legs stiffening. 'Holy hell, what's happening to me?' You thought.

"Let's go baby," he murmurs. His teeth close around your nipple, and his thumb and finger pull hard, and you fall apart in his hands, your body convulsing and shattering into a thousand pieces. He kisses you, deeply, his tongue in your mouth absorbing your cries.

'Oh my,' you though. He gazes down at you, a satisfied smile on his face, while you're sure there's nothing but gratitude and awe on yours. "You are very responsive," he breathes. "You're going to have to learn to control that, and it's going to be so much fun teaching you how." His voice is husky, and kisses you again.

Your breathing is still ragged as you calm down from your orgasm. His hand moves down to your waist, to your hips, and then cups you intimately...jeez. His fingers slips through the material of your panties and slowly circle around you- there. Briefly, he closes his eyes, and his breathing hitches.

"You're so deliciously wet. God, I want you." He thrusts his finger inside you, and you cry as he does it again and again. He palms your clitoris and you cry out once more. He pushes inside you harder and harder still. You groan.

Suddenly, he sits up and tugs off your panties and throws them on the floor. Pulling if his boxers briefs, his erection springs free. 'Holy cow,' you thought. He reaches over to his bedside table and beans a foil packet, and then he moves between your legs, spreading them farther apart. He knees up and pulls a condom onto his considerable length. 'Oh no... Will it? How?' You began to think.

"Don't worry, you expand too." He breathes, his eyes on you. He leans down. His hands on either side of your head, so he's hovering over you, staring down into your [eye colour] eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning. It's only now that you register he's still wearing his shirt.

"You really want to do this?" He asks softly. "Please." You beg. "Pull your knees up," he orders softly, and you quickly obey him. "I'm going to fuck you now Miss [last name]," he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at your sex. "Hard." He whispers, and slams into you.

"Aargh!" You cry as you feel a weird pinching sensation deep inside you as he rips through your virginity. He stills, gazing down at you, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph. His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing his harsh. He groans, "You're so tight. You okay?" You nod, your eyes wipe, your hands on his forearms. You feel so full. He stays still, letting you her use to his length, and that overwhelming feeling that he's inside you.

"I'm going to move now baby." He breathes after a moment, his voice right. He eases back with slowness, and he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts into you again. You cry out a second time, and he still moves. "More?" He whispers, voice raw. "Yes." You breathe. He does it once more, and stills again. "Again?" He breathes. "Yes." It's a plea.

He moves, but doesn't stop this time. He shifts to his elbows, holding you down with his weight. At first, he moves slowly, easing himself on and out of you. And as you feel more confident about his length in you, your hips move to meet him. As he speeds up, you moan, and pounds on, picking up speed and relentless rhythm. You keep up, meeting his thrusts. He puts his hands closer to your face, kissing you hard. His teeth pulling your lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and you can feel something building up inside you. You start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. Your sensation...only him...only you...oh, please...you stiffen.

"Come for me [nickname]," he whispers breathlessly, and you unravel at his words, exploding around him as you climax underneath him. As he comes, he calls out your name, thrusting hard.

You are still panting, trying to slow your breathing. 'Wow, that was outstanding,' you think. You open you eyes and his eyes were closed, his forehead pressed against yours. Levi's eyes flicker open and gazes down at you, dark but soft. He gently presses a kiss on your forehead and slowly pulls himself out of you.

"Ooh!" You wince at the unfamiliarity. "Did I hurt you?" Levi asks as he lies down beside you, propped on one elbow. You grin, "you're asking me if you hurt me?" "The irony is not lost on me." His smile is small, but still noticeable. "Seriously, did I hurt you?"

You stretch out beside him, feeling relaxed. You grin at him, which you can't stop doing. The pleasure was so indescribable!

"You're biting your lip, and you still haven't answered my question." He said, admiring you as you bite your lip, then stop.

"You didn't hurt me at all, you made me feel amazing!" Now you were smiling, and so was he, "I'm glad."

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