Never Let You Go ▶A Levi Ackerman X Reader◀

Chapter Twenty-Three

NSFW my loves. Read at your own risk.

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Around nine I take a shower and dress in my lacy lingerie, thankful that I'd picked them up on my twentieth birthday. I never wore them until now, considering I had no use for them.

I pull on my casual clothes- tight black pants and a white long-sleeved shirt. I brush my hair, letting it air-dry. I check the clock. It's almost ten. I walk through the dark castle, the halls lit only by candles, wax dripping down the sides of them, leaving white pools on the floor.

I stop outside of his room, my hands suddenly quivering. Why am I so timid?

I reach up to knock, my fingers brushing the door as it opens abruptly. My eyes land on Levi's face, his pale eyes seeming to warm up. His face is smooth as he wordlessly takes my hand, tugging me into the dimly lit room.

I instantly notice the fragrance of cinnamon and vanilla in the air, red candles around the room flickering with a warm glow.

"Captain, what is this-" I begin, but am cut off by his lips. He kisses me softly, his fingers sliding around my wrists, drawing me near to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight against me.

His fingers trail down my back, stopping at my butt. He cups my cheeks, grasping them tight in his palms. I gasp, and he takes advantage, slipping his tongue between my lips. Que

My heart pounds against my chest, my breath hitching in my throat. Anxiety bubbles in my core.

One of his hands trails back up my body, sending chills across my skin. I sigh against his mouth.

His hand slips under my shirt and bra, massaging my breast. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, another gasp coming from my covered lips. I feel my head spin. I deeply inhale through my nose.

I feel my worries slip away as my desire for him grows. He lifts me, carrying me across the room to his bed. He lays on the neatly made surface, my body on top of his. I take the opportunity to take lead, kissing along his jaw, my hand slipping down his pants and boxers.

My fingers skim over his quickly-growing cock. He grinds his teeth together. Noticing his reaction, I wrap my fingers around his hard shaft, squeezing gently. It is met by a moan, his cheeks quickly dusting over with pink. I run my hand over him, watching his face as he bites his bottom lip, his face growing more flush.

I kiss his neck, gently nipping at his flesh, stopping when he reacts with a gasp. I suck on the spot, rubbing my hand over his dick.

"F-fuck, (Y/n)." He stammers.

Despite being entirely unsure of what I'm doing, I feel happy, knowing I can please him. Watching his body react to my touch turns me on more.

My hands fumble over the buttons on his pants and shirt, and they come off, soaring into the darkness, landing on the floor with an airy hush. His boxers follow quickly afterward.

Suddenly he's pushing me onto my back, my eyes widening.

"H-heichou..." I gasp in surprise. He pulls off my shirt, struggling with the clip on my bra, which he quickly figures out. They are added to the floor.

"I want..." He trails off as he reaches down, undoing my button and belt, beginning to pull down my pants. "...to taste your sweetness again." He tosses my pants onto the floor, stopping only when his eyes brush over my panties.

"I thought it was the right time," I say with embarrassment. He leans in, kissing me.

"Good girl."

He lifts my legs, placing my thighs over his shoulders, his hot breath brushing over my pussy. I feel my cheeks flush.

He gives me a wink before his head disappears between my legs. I feel him on me, through the outside of my panties. I gasp his name at the new pleasure. His hot breath cuts through the thin fabric. He kisses my pussy gently. He grabs ahold of my panties and pulls them down my legs.

His tongue goes to work, running from my sensitive bud to my throbbing pussy. He thrusts his tongue inside of me, his name tumbling from my lips once again. He moans.

"You somehow taste sweeter."

I feel my face fill with heat as he continues to tongue me, the pleasure rippling through my entire body. Pressure begins to build between my legs, a warm feeling knotting in my stomach. His tongue moves up to my clit, replaced by his fingers, which furiously thrust into my gushing cunt. I moan loudly, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

My fingers tangle themselves in his hair, and it takes all my power not to force his mouth harder onto me. My hips move in sync with his fingers, which press against my walls, making my head spin.

"Oh fuck, Levi..."

He responds with a gentle hum, drawing me closer.

"Don't stop, p-please."

I soon find myself moaning his name, the word harder appearing in the jumbled mix. He does as requested, and I fear for his poor jaw, which may break. My body begins to tremble, my breathing turning into gasps. I tug on his hair with one hand, grasping the sheets with the other.

My back arches, my toes curling into the mattress. My eyes roll back into my head, my moans turning to loud, breathy cries. I'm sure anybody around can hear me at least a little, but I couldn't care less at the moment.

"Oh my GOD, L-LEVI..."

He curls his fingers, hitting the right spot, immediately pushing me into climax. I cry loudly, shuddering an orgasm. He continues as I come down from my high, leaving me lying before him, sweating and shaking, panting heavily.

He continues to move his fingers, curling them and pounding his fingertips into my g-spot. This pleasure is different but just as intense. He hits a spot I've never found there, myself. Goosebumps cover my skin. My body continues to tremble, my shaking fingers grasping onto the sheets. I feel pressure building once again.

"F-fuck..."

He latches his lips onto mine. I moan into his mouth. His free hand grasps onto my hair, holding my face to his. His tongue pushes into my mouth. All at once, I feel that pressure erupt into an intense feeling. Like an orgasm, but somehow different. I feel something gush out of me with force, sending a stream towards my feet.

Levi looks just as surprised as I am. Then, curious. He sticks his head back between my thighs. His tongue slides over my opening, cleaning me up.

"You taste so good, I know I won't be able to stop doing this." He peers down at me. "Want a taste?"

I nod slowly, and he slips his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them, licking the sweet, yet slightly salty juices off of them.

"H-how did you learn to do th-that?" I stammer, breathless.

"When I lived in the underground someone at the bar showed me the right way to 'please a woman'. Of course, they used an orange to demonstrate."

He crawls over me, leaning down and kissing my lips. I taste me on him.

He travels down to my breast, sucking on it gently. His tongue swirls over my bud, another moan escaping my lips. He kisses up to my neck, nipping my skin. I run my fingers through his now messy locks.

I feel his tip glide over my entrance. I unintentionally gasp.