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“Stop thinking.”
You weren’t sure how Levi did it. He sat at his pop up desk across your studio flat with his back to you while you sat on the couch, legs drawn up and chewing nervously on your thumb. The TV was playing quietly in the corner but neither of you were sparing it a glance.
He always had the weird ability to just know when you were anxious, when you were overthinking or stressed before you even had to say a word.
In a way, it was a godsend, since you’d never, ever admit it of your own accord, no matter how drowned out you were.
“I’m not thinking,” you said stubbornly, pulling your thumb away from your mouth, knowing it would only give you away.
Levi didn’t even turn around though. “Yes, you are. I can see you frowning all the way over here.”
“You’re not even looking at me.”
“Alright,” Levi didn’t look away from his laptop screen, voice level and expression just as stoic as ever. “But you’re not talking, which means you’re overthinking something.”
The odd click from his mouse cut through his calm, yet firm words, only making them seem even more staccato and blunt. Annoyingly though, you couldn't exactly say he was wrong.
The man knew you too well.
After a stubborn beat, your head lolled back against the arm of the couch. “It’s just work,” you finally sighed.
You couldn’t help it. Your mind was whirring, clutching onto every thought that passed through it, remembering already worrying about them earlier already but not finding any solution. You weren’t sure there was any solution to even find. It was nothing life or death. You couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what it was, but… you just couldn’t stop thinking.
Levi didn’t even hesitate. “You’re not at work.”
“I can still think about it.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Isn’t that hypocritical?” you arched an eyebrow across the room.
You might be thinking about work… but it was Levi who had his work laptop open on the desk, typing away long after closing hours were over.
Levi’s fingers paused on the keyboard.
You pulled a face. “It’s fine.”
You weren’t in the mood for a fight, pulling your legs up tighter. You could beat yourself up enough for the both of them after all...
Across the room, Levi sighed. “It’s not fine,” he snapped, sharper than he needed to. “Who do you think has to deal with you when you’re awake all night stressed, and when you’re grumpy in the morning because you’re tired, hear you whining about how exhausted you are-”
Levi glanced back over his shoulder just in time to see you flinch, your eyes downcast.
He sighed, slumping in his chair and running a hand through his hair.
For a moment, there was quiet.
Then, Levi snapped his laptop shut.
“Okay, brat,” he said, standing up swiftly. He crossed the room to be by your side at the sofa, offering down his hand. “Let’s go.”
You slipped your hand into his.
“Uhn-”
An hour later, your thighs flexed around Levi’s head, his fingers digging into the flesh around your hips, pinning you to the mattress. His tongue lapped leisurely over your clit, strokes slow and unhurried. He was taking his time with you.
You certainly weren’t complaining.
You had one hand tangled in Levi’s hair and another in the sheets, head thrown back and hips rolling into your boyfriend’s mouth.
It felt good. Not enough pressure to push you over the edge, but enough to send bolts of steady pleasure rolling through your core, thighs quivering. Your eyes scrunched shut, enjoying the sensations humming through you. After what felt like hours of Levi riding you up to the edge and then lulling you back - over and over again - you felt the tension build, the energy riling up inside you longing to snap.
You weren’t under any illusions that Levi knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to work your body only all too well, knowing exactly what would have you craving for more, tantalisingly toeing that line.
Your teeth ground into your lower lip as Levi sank a single long finger inside you, the slick between your thighs making it effortless.
Then with one final lick, Levi brushed his mouth up.
“What are you thinking about?”
The question caught you off guard - that and the sudden lack of sensation over your core, his finger still inside you.
You tried not to pout.
You definitely felt better than before, the stress from before replaced with restless energy that made you itch to come over Levi’s fingers and tongue. But now they weren’t moving, and the earlier thoughts started to creep back into your mind.
You grimaced. “Work.”
Levi’s eyes narrowed between your thighs.
“Wrong answer.”
A second finger smoothly joined the first, crooking inside you. A cry ripped from your throat, back arching off the mattress. He found your spot all too easily, the pads of his fingers rubbing firmly.
His mouth reattached to your core at the same time, sucking heartily on your clit. Your fingers clenched in his hair, grinding your hips into his mouth.
You groaned shamelessly.
You could feel it building again. That telltale heat in your core that made your insides melt and you toes tingle. You wanted him to go faster - harder - to give you more and finally send you tumbling over the edge.
Before you did though, he brushed off again.
“What are you thinking about?”
This time your groan had nothing to do with your pleasure, frustration flaring red hot as you felt your impending orgasm simmer and fade with every fleeting second. In a blink, it was out of reach again.
Fuck.
“You!”
Surely, that was what he wanted to hear, right?
“Wrong again.”
You groaned, throwing your arms over your face. This was torture.
It only got worse as Levi sat back on his heels, pulling his mouth and fingers away from your body. A chill grazed your wet intimate parts, but you were left wondering long before you were flipped on your front, a firm grip on your hips pulling you back onto your knees.
You weren’t kept waiting more than a heartbeat before he pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his hard cock, not wasting any time before slotting himself between your thighs. His shaft glided through your wetness, tip grazing your clit.
Your hands clenched into fists at the teasing, biting your lip so hard you were surprised it hadn’t bled.
Levi slid inside you, rocking smoothly.
With how wet and riled up you were, he was able to slide right down to the hilt in one smooth thrust, filling you up perfectly. Your back arched at the stretch, moaning low at the sensation.
His hand slid into your hair, arching your head back.
“What are you thinking about?”
His hips rolled with his question, slow, deep thrusts that left you aching for more. That familiar sensation was building again, Levi’s length brushing that sensitive spot inside of you with every pass of his hips.
When you didn’t answer though, a punishing thrust hit home.
“Ah!”
Tears beaded in the corners of your eyes, knees going weak at the flood of pleasure that shot through you. You were like one long live wire, feeling your body tingle with pent up energy like just the slightest right touch would send you hurtling over the edge. You just needed one touch, your mouth lolling open in longing. Your eyes fluttered shut, all you could think about the hard length driving inside you, bringing you pleasure that was so, so close-
“Tell me!”
Your head flopped forward as the hand in your hair disappeared.
It went to your wrists instead, peeling them away from the bed and twisting them behind your back - too quick for you to fight it until it was too late. The angle pushed your chest out and down into the mattress, Levi effortlessly holding your wrists pinned behind your back with one hand. His other one moved around your body to your clit.
Your hips jutted back, Levi’s next thrust and grind pushing even deeper inside you, leaving you a whining, desperate mess.
You felt your release barrel towards you.
“That I wanna come!” you finally cracked, not caring about how high pitched and pathetic you sounded. You were so close! “I don’t care about anything else, I just wanna come! Please ! Please don’t stop!”
You weren’t above begging, and in that moment all you could think about was how much you wanted to come. Work was long gone. Even Levi didn’t matter. All you cared about was how you felt, the sensations rocking your body, and how you genuinely felt tears pinch out of your eyes as Levi’s fingers curled around your clit - desperate to chase down your end at last.
You heard the smirk in Levi’s voice, tone deep, rich and inviting. It only made you more desperate.
“Good girl.”
Your orgasm hit you quicker than you expected.
It was only a matter of thrusts, a firm stroke of one, two from Levi’s fingers and you were creaming around his cock, hips bucking wildly between his body and his hand. An inhuman sound left you, but you barely heard it.
You were much more interested in the heat rolling through your body, the tingles racing along your skin, the throbbing inside you as Levi thrusts lost their rhythm and he spilled… you hadn’t realised you’d squeezed your eyes shut until you sighed contentedly against the mattress, slowly peeling them open again.
Warm hands smoothed up along the underside of your belly and breasts, wrapping securely around you from behind as you both toppled over to the side.
A lazy, lingering kiss pressed into your cheek.
“What are you thinking about now?” Levi rasped softly, sounding exhausted.
You just sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut again. Your mind was blissfully blank, humming quietly in your afterglow.
“Nothing.”