𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Scars

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First thing first, thank you all for the 1,8k reads, this is insane! 

Second, I want to give a shout-out to Daelune, for her love and support to the story. She's an angel! If you're into Haikyuu! I suggest you go and read her stories. Probably some of you are here thanks to her tiktok, so welcome guys!

Warnings: a bit steamy, a bit sad, the usual

Songs: "Perfectly Wrong" by Shawn Mendes, "Insecure" by Brent Faiyaz ( I think this song is exactly what is going on inside Daphne's/your head rn), "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez (when DaddyErwin arrives).]

DAPHNE'S POV

"Are you sure you've had enough?"

Tracing his thumbs over my ribs and lowering his gaze to my torso, Levi firmly said "No." and my bottom lip quivered in anticipation. I instantly felt something unfamiliar, something wicked growing in my lower belly, something I had to suppress as soon as possible. I could see the same lust swimming around Levi's eyes, but the dark shadows beneath them, the gauze over his wound, the scars, the signs, and all the bruises all over his skin talked more loudly to my conscience than my selfish yearning. We both needed some rest.

I sighed and moved away from him, leaving him quite puzzled. I stood up from the tub, removed his firm grip from my ass and smirked at him as I stepped out. But he was faster than I expected. Levi instinctively followed me out of the bath, caught me, and turned me to face him again, pushing me against the wall behind me. Then his lips found my neck, eagerly gliding down my throat, following the line over my pulse.

"Where do you think you're going?" he breathed against my heated skin. I almost didn't catch his words, his lips barely lifted from me to spell his sentence out. He gently pulled my torso toward him as he slid down, exploring every inch of my skin. Again.

At the same time, one of his hands was firmly pressed on my waist while the other one was down on my thigh, lifting it up and securing it next to his side. My shoulder blades were now pressed against the bathroom's wall, my hands loosely placed over his shoulders, my eyes closed, my mind completely somewhere else.

No. We need to stop. I need to stop this... This is wrong. So wrong. What are we even doing?

I swallowed thickly trying to pull myself back together.

"Levi, we... You should rest-"

I couldn't even manage to finish my sentence as I felt his fingers lightly pinching my nipple, then gently cupping my breast, and his face slowly climbing back up to mine.

He looks so tired.

"You should go to bed now" I sweetly whispered, caressing his cheeks with my hands. His face immediately lifted and a wide smirk curled his mouth.

"Say less." he murmured.

That's the last thing I remember about that night. Even now it feels like, when his swollen lips met mine again, everything just went in a blur of sloppy noises and imprecise memories. We clumsily rushed back to the bed, not even minding to put some new sheets on, landing on the bare mattress, one pressed against the other. We probably did it again, at least once. Only the adrenaline kept us going, but at some point I think we just passed out.

In the middle of the night, I woke with a start. A biting heat was scratching my throat, my mouth was completely drained, my body almost did not respond to my own commands, and my eyes refused to open. Once I faintly lifted my eyelids, I finally realized where I was. And most importantly, who I was with.