Levi Ackerman

Think I need someone older

Fumbling with his keys, Levi’s brows furrow as he tries to open the door to his quarters, suppressing a groan at the way your kisses leave a spark along his jawline and neck.

Just a little bit colder

Finally unlocking the door, both of you stumble into his room, his hands on your waist as he guides you to his bed, tugging at your thigh garters, cursing under his breath about how damn impractical the harness fucking is now.

Take the weight off your shoulders

Levi’s mind screamed at him to stop, telling him how wrong this is to take a subordinate to bed—a recruit nonetheless—but as his hands roam your body, hearing every gasp and moan that escapes from you, it ignites a flame in him, one that can’t stop. And then…

“Levi…” you moan out his name, instantly snapping him out of his battling thoughts—his instincts overtaking him as he ignores the voice in his head—he wants you, badly.

Think I need someone older…