Levi x Reader Oneshots

Intimacy (Levi x Reader) ✨

Note: This oneshot is steamy. Probably the closest thing I'll ever write to lemon, but still no smut. I tried to make it more about Levi's feelings. Pardon if it's out of character.

Levi moans as you run your right hand through his hair and kiss him deeper, while the other tilts his head to a different angle. His hands slowly travel up and down your waist, fingers shaking and head spinning. Your familiar scent rising into his nose, your strands of hair tickling his face and your divine body sitting on his lap are driving him absolutely crazy. Carefully, he lets his rough fingers wander under your shirt.

One would think that someone with such hands, which were trained to kill, would only perform fast, harsh movements. But when it came to you, Levi was incredibly gentle, mindful, and always careful not to do anything that might hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.

When you start spreading kisses on his jaw down to his neck, he opens his eyes and leans into you more. Every time your lips touch his skin, butterflies erupt in his stomach, making him feel dizzy.

"W-wait." he gently pushes you away as he feels his pants tighten.

You move away a little. "Everything alright?" you ask, gently brushing some of his hair behind his ear. He nods, still overwhelmed by the situation, and leans his forehead against your collarbone. Your white top is the only thing that covers your upper body, which is why Levi carefully pushes the strap off your shoulder to place feather-light kisses on the exposed skin.

"Bed," he murmurs against your skin. "We should go to the bed." His voice is low against your ear, making you shiver.

You nod, get up and pull him over to the bed. Before Levi has a chance to do something, you push him with his back onto the mattress. He tries to sit up when you crawl on him, but you push him back down and straddle his thighs.

He blinks in surprise.

"Today, I want to take care of you," you purr and unbutton his shirt. Levi wants to protest, but leaves it and watches you instead. Even though you've done it before, it was still hard for him to accept that he could let you make him feel good, too. Normally he was all about pleasing you, making you see stars and fulfilling your wishes. His first priority was always you.

Levi had been suppressing his own dreams, health and needs since he was a kid. All he ever did was serve others and see himself as only that – an empty shell that simply existed.

Not only that, but the fact that you felt good because of him was one of the best things about sex in his opinion anyway. He loved hearing how good he made you feel, how good he was. After all, Levi never saw himself as good. He would never admit it, but he needs these sweet words. He needs the confirmation - not only during the bedroom activities - that he is good, that he's a appreciable person and someone who deserves to be loved.

He had longed for such emotional intimacy all his life. Not only that, but also the affection and physical contact in general was something he craved deep down.

The early death of his mother had already robbed him of all love at a young age. Kenny himself was never abusive towards Levi when he was a child, but trained him brutally, had him fight grown men, made him abhorrent of touch because of the constant emotional neglect and treated him as if he was nothing but a weapon.

The horrors from the underground frightened him as a child. He grew up in fear, loneliness and without love. The constant struggle for survival never stopped. Not only did he have to protect himself, but also his two friends, whom he lost in the end.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper as you run your finger along his naked torso. Levi's cheeks turn red as he scoffs, trying to act like your compliment doesn't do anything to him.

He closes his eyes and reaches for your hands to pull you closer to him. As he slowly gets more aroused, he moves his long fingers under your top again to gently pull it over your head. His breath becomes more uncontrolled as you start sucking on his neck.

Lying flat on his back, you start to open his pants. Vulnerable and completely laid out in front of you, he opens his lust-filled eyes and carefully places his hands on your naked back. You could do anything with him now, he wouldn't care, because he trusts you completely and knows that you love him and would never hurt or disrespect him. Trust. He never trusted anyone as much as he trusted you. He is yours, he is devoted to you, he is in love with you.

He hated feeling vulnerable and out of control, but with you it didn't make him seem weaker or unmanly – no, with you he could just let go and relax. He was able to escape the role of the captain and let himself fall safely into your arms.

You showed him what it meant to take a break. With you, he didn't have to pretend. He didn't have to act like everything was okay. He didn't have to be ashamed of his tears, nor the revelation of his feelings. With you, he wasn't a titan slayer, he was just Levi. And 'just Levi' was attentive, loyal, humorous and so much more than what people try to portray him as.

"Relax." after you put his pants neatly aside, you begin to spread kisses on his chest. Levi melts under your touch - his sensitive skin better than any snack on your tongue - and moans. "What do you want me to do?" you ask seductively.

He runs his hand through your hair and looks at you, breathing heavily. "C'mon, please."

Your kisses travel lower until they come to a stop right at his navel. "Please what? What do you want me to do?" you tease.

Levi actually almost whines and arches his back as your hand wanders along his thigh. "I want you to touch me already."

"I will. Don't be a brat, Levi." You say and he scoffs again. You do as he wishes, hold his waist while going back up his body, and spread more kisses on his abdomen. The hard muscles under your lips are covered with goosebumps as you begin to use your tongue.

Levi realizes that you decide to stop teasing and supports himself on his elbows on the mattress. With a smile, you press your body against his and kiss him passionately on the lips. Your tongues play intimately with each other, his hands travel up and down your curves, and one of your own hands, the one that doesn't hold his jaw, pulls his black hair.

Hot breath touches your throat as Levi starts to bite into the skin. You grind your hips against his and smirk when you feel his excitement.

"Stop teasing," he hisses breathlessly and presses his face into the crook of your neck.

Nodding, you stop and pull down your pants.

If residents of the walls imagined how the famous captain Levi would be in the bedroom, they would imagine someone who was dominant, dirty and rough. They thought of someone cold and selfish, someone who was only focused on his own pleasure.

No one would ever know how wrong that was.