Reiner Is A Yearner I'm Sorry I Don't Make The Rules, Work Song Is For Him! He Aches For Forgiveness

Reiner is a yearner I'm sorry I don't make the rules, Work Song is for him! he aches for forgiveness but can never give it to himself!

Don't cry over spilled tea - Levi Ackerman

Ft. softdom!Levi, sex on his desk, oral, first kiss // wc: 2.2k // [ao3] [masterlist]

“Captain, mmhh, you’re going to make me spill this,” you protested weakly, teacup trembling in your unsteady hands as Levi pulled down your collar. His warm lips pressed against your neck, and you felt the tickle of his breath as he swallowed a laugh. His stern voice was a little less intimidating this close to your skin.

“Don’t you dare.” He stepped closer, sharp hips slanted against yours as he nudged you back toward his desk. “Don’t you dare make a mess in my office.” 

You did your best to keep the cup steady as Levi wrapped your thighs around his waist and lifted you onto the desk. His face was tilted up to yours from this angle, allowing you the luxury of carding your fingers through his choppy bangs. He closed his eyes to savor the feeling, face softened under your touch. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” you sighed. He frowned at you, but you caught the telltale pink at the tip of his ears that told you he was flattered.

“Watch it,” he nodded at the tilted teacup. “You’re not paying attention."

“Whose fault is that?” He didn’t deign to answer, just nuzzled his face back into your neck. His restless hands settled around your hips, pulled you flush against his torso. You could feel the firm heat of him through your clothes, and you bit your lip to hold in the needy whimper that bubbled up your throat.

Levi nosed along your jaw and tugged at the straps of your harness. “These are in the way.” He reached for the buckle across your chest, yanked it tighter until the clasp popped free and he could ruck up the hem of your shirt unimpeded. 

Ever attentive, he dragged his lips along the indentations left behind by the tight leather. “Poor thing.” Something dark flashed in his eyes even as he murmured the sympathetic words. The flushed marks on your skin made him think about leaving more, the colors he could make bloom with his tongue and teeth. 

Blind to what he was thinking, you reached out to cup Levi’s cheek. He caught your hand in his before you could reach, pressed a gentle kiss to your palm- the tenderness sent a chill down your spine. Captain Levi was many things. Brilliant, aggressive, kind, frustrating- he might hold you in his arms and stroke your hair after a nightmare or bend you over his lap and spank you red for a transgression. You accepted every variation, loved them all. But he was at his least predictable when he showed you his adoration. 

He stepped closer, shoved your legs apart to make room for his slim body between them. His cock was painfully hard, the imposing length of it clearly visible through his strained trousers. It made your mouth water, narrowed your perception to the want that pulsed in your core. That perception did not include the teacup in your slack grip, which finally tilted and sloshed milky tea down the slope of your stomach. 

Your mouth fell open, frantic apologies at the ready as you searched for something to clean the spill with before it dripped down to the desk or Walls forbid, Levi’s spotless floor, but you froze at the sound of a hoarse laugh. “...Captain?”

Levi shook his head and smiled crookedly at you. “I told you not to make a mess, soldier. Am I that distracting?” Lightning flashed in the stormy gray of his eyes.

“Of course you are,” you breathed, waiting anxiously for the penny to drop. “I’m sorry-” 

“Don’t be.” Emphasized with a firm hand over your parted lips. “I’m feeling generous today. You don’t need to be afraid of the consequences of this particular lapse.” He lifted your teacup by the rim and set it aside. 

Levi dropped to his knees beside the desk. You moved up on your elbows to watch him but he gently pushed you back down. The tea had already started to cool, sticky on your skin, but you hardly noticed as your Captain leaned forward and began to lick it up.

Levi lapped the milky tea from your smooth skin, careful not to miss a drop. His meticulous tongue traced a burning path from your navel to your hip. You squirmed under his attention, dug your nails into his tensed shoulders, but he only smiled up from his knees at the sting of your frantic grasp. “It tickles,” you whined helplessly. 

“Aww, I don’t care.” Behind the smirk Levi was almost disappointed that he was already done with you, his spit drying on your exposed midriff. He brought his mouth lower, kissed down your stomach until he lingered at your waistband. “Shall we see if you’re just as messy below these trousers?”

You closed your eyes and nodded, desperate for him to remove the layers between his curled lips and your drooling cunt. “Use your words,” he commanded softly. 

“Yes, please, Captain,” you murmured, cheeks burning as he made quick work of the rest of your clothes. Levi clicked his tongue, peeled away your underwear, your blush deepening as thick strands of slick stretched and broke between your swollen lips and the damp fabric.

“As expected. Filthy.” He swiped two fingers between your folds, pressed them to your mouth in a silent order. You knew your role, parted your lips to suck them clean. Levi always found you so beautiful like this, obedient, debauched, spread open and wanting underneath him. He could never let you learn how close it made him come to breaking, the way his heart stuttered in his chest at the desire in your wide eyes. Instead he slid his fingers further into your warm mouth, clenched his jaw at the sound of your gag.

“My work is never done with you, brat,” he groused, leaning forward to plant a sloppy kiss on your pussy. His cock throbbed, ignored in the confines of his uniform as he went to work on you. Levi was nothing if not disciplined- he fought the urge to stroke himself, drowned the prickling need for friction in the gush of your cunt on his tongue.

You bucked your hips up into his mouth, tried to drag him closer by the hair as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Levi shook his head against your pussy, held your trembling legs open beneath him, forced to feel every puff of his breath and lap of his teasing tongue as you squirmed. “Leviii, please, don’t tease me, I can’t bear it,” you mewled.

“Love it when you beg.” Whatever came next was whispered straight into your cunt as the Captain plunged two fingers into you, each brutal pump of his hand followed with a tender kiss to your twitching clit. It drove you delirious, stripped you of any coherence you had left as you moaned for him, whimpered his title in a broken voice.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he murmured, eyes closed as he devoured you. He looked younger, freer like this, his care-worn face relaxed for a precious moment. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, tried to memorize the expression before it inevitably was replaced with his stoic mask. Love and lust swirled together in your gut as he licked up your slit with a flattened tongue, swirled it over your clit, sucked hard enough to make you gasp. Levi opened his eyes slowly and caught you staring. Braced for a reprimand, you were instead met with the shock of a blush creeping across his sharp cheeks. 

“Captain…”  You summoned the courage to reach for his face again, and this time he didn’t stop you. You held his face in your hands with the reverence of Atlas, and he actually trembled. It undid you, sent twin sparks down your spine and between your legs, made you pull him up from his knees before you could think better of it. He let you lead him, braced himself against the desk as he leaned over your sprawled body.

“Can I kiss you?” You breathed, drunk on the scent of your arousal on his breath, the gloss of your slick on his chin, the messy evidence of what you were to him, what he allowed himself to be to you. Levi’s eyes widened, blush deepening as if he wasn’t just nose-deep in your cunt. You both were painfully aware of the fact that you hadn’t kissed yet, not like that, not with it meaning something- though you’d done just about everything else on every surface in his room.

One hand tugged at his cravat while the other ran through his hair. You had seen him face off against titans with less uncertainty in his eyes. But no, it wasn’t uncertainty- it was something softer, a vulnerability that he kept hidden in the depths of himself. It burned away under the heat of your gaze, as you gently took his cravat from his grip and used it to pull his face to yours. 

He was the one to close the distance, pressing his lips against yours with a sudden surge of courage. Electricity crackled between you, heightened with his shaky sigh into your mouth. Captain Levi tasted like tea, like mint, like your cum. All the confidence with which he fucked you had made way for a shyness in the way he kissed you, waited for you to press harder, to part your lips and lick your tongue into his mouth before he allowed himself to do the same.  

He nudged his knee higher, pressed it hard between your legs as he bent to kiss you again, hunger breaking through his hesitation. You could feel the sharp planes of his body, chiseled by years of constant training and sacrifice. Every ridge of muscle and puckered scar told the story of who he was, the soldier given no chance for softness to find his body. You resolved then to give it to him, to be the place he could rest, if only for a moment, if only by giving your body to relieve the tension in his.

Dizzy, you scrabbled at the straps of his gear and freed his flushed cock, lined it up with your entrance without breaking the kiss. You felt him smile, kiss you harder as he covered your hand with his own and smeared his tip through your sticky folds. He swallowed your moan as he eased into you, your body making way for his imposing length in a delicious, searing stretch.

Levi kissed the corner of your mouth, your nose, your jaw, your eyelids- now that the seal had been broken he seemed eager to map every inch of your skin with his lips. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, grinning at his surprised grunt. “So needy,” he rasped, his voice a little higher-pitched as he pulled out, slammed back into you. 

Each powerful thrust had his heavy balls hitting your clit, your eyes rolling back as you tried to keep your legs locked around him. He was far beyond caring about the mess, your combined fluids pooling on the surface of his desk as he fucked you hard enough to make the wood creak. 

Levi could feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm built, and he held back from his own edge through sheer willpower. He pinned your hips in his strong grasp, both of you silently hoping for purple-blue proof of it on your skin tomorrow. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck, pressed fervent kisses to your sweaty throat as he plunged deeper, slowing to savor the drag of his cock through your tight heat.

“Please, Levi, I can’t- I need to cum,” you begged, desperately rolling your hips against his, impatient for the friction of his taut thighs against your ass when he bottomed out. He obliged you, your generous Captain, crashed his lips greedily into yours as he rubbed a harsh pattern on your overstimulated clit and sheathed himself fully. You came with a strangled scream, shaking legs still wrapped around his waist, face scrunched in glorious relief. Levi drank down your moans, dragged down with you by the spasm of your pleasure around his cock. He held you close, moaned your name like a prayer as he spilled into you.

The two of you stayed like that for a glowing moment, limp and motionless except for the tired kisses Levi pressed to your forehead. You felt him soften and slip out of you in another gush of warm fluid, the two of you a satisfied sprawl across his desk. Levi sat up at last with a groan, slid off of you on unsteady legs. “Let me get something to clean you up,” he said and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth, and set to work cleaning your well-used body. He was quiet, but you felt the tenderness in his touch. 

You stood up on unsteady legs, smoothed the fringes of his hair and left him with a chaste kiss as you headed for the kitchen. Your disappearance took a bit longer, and Levi had settled back behind his desk- the surface already spotless again- by the time you returned with two steaming cups. “Tea, Captain? Try not to spill.” 

He rolled his eyes as he reached for the tea in your hand, but his ears were pink again. “Perfect,” he said softly, and you knew what he meant. 

gift made for unwrapping 🎁

not to simp on main but this is my husband he'll microwave my tea a dozen times before his 🥹

Levi is the type of guy to not care if his tea has gone cold but would absolutely make sure yours stays warm