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peace-for-levi · 2 years

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professor!levi drabble #2

a continuation of sorts on from this ! and to think this was meant to be a drabble but it ended up being 2700 words of me wanting my ass ate by professor!levi bYEEEEE.

content warnings: blatant smut, levi being a tease, a bit more body worship than what i'd like but anyway, hints of overstimulation, use of vibe, anal play (f!receiving)

tagging: @levi-my-beloved @levmada @poisonpeche @maries-gallery and uhhh @bibblelevi (idk u requested professor!levi from my first.)

"[F/n]?"

Your head rose slowly from your notes. You merely glanced at him and then went right back to reading. Well, at least you acknowledged his presence, right?

It was just after seven – or eight, maybe (you weren't keeping track) – and Levi had just peered his head into where you were: his bedroom. Although, he had grown comfortable now calling it your shared bedroom. It was a cosy space, nice warm tones cast from the glowing, amber lamps on his bedside lockers. On his desk were two bundles of exams he had assigned recently and they sat stacked before his laptop. His workspace both at the university and at home were immaculate, though that was hardly a surprise.

“Working hard, or hardly working?” he asks you.

You just scoff in response, now crossing one leg over the other. He rests his briefcase down and loosens his tie – but doesn’t take it off – before setting his gaze on you. You’re just wearing your pyjamas or bed clothes: a loose, camisole and some frilly shorts. Comfortable clothes were key for studying. But, he didn’t like that you were on your back while studying.

“Tch, [F/n]... I know you find it comfortable, but lying down whilst trying to study will just make you sleepy. Lying on a bed in particular totally defeats the purpose.” He reminds you.

“Sorry, O Wisened One,” you mock, but then you squish the notes against your face, sighing heavily. He is sliding your shoes together into two neat pairs by his door when he hears your sigh and he pouts a bit upon seeing your crestfallen expression. You swore you heard him hum to himself, as if that comment pissed him off but he was just biting his tongue. You speak up: “I’m… just exhausted. It’s just– I don’t know. My brain is rejecting all information at this stage.”

Ah, reading week. Levi remembers this time a bit too well for his liking, all of the hours he poured into his exams and assignments. Sure, it all paid off in the end and he considered himself fortunate to be able to teach a subject he was so passionate about, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten the arduous journey it took to reach that point.

If there were any benefits about lowkey dating your professor it would be that he was the most reliable person when it came to giving you tips. For appearances sake and in the interest of being fair – which you totally understood – he never gave you any tips on his tests. People were already having their suspicions anyway… But for your other modules, he never minded quizzing you, helping you study, buying you snacks – getting or doing anything you needed to make the process easier.

And one of those things included allowing you to crash at his house every now and then. He didn’t mind at all; it meant not having to hide or pretend you didn’t exist. He could have you in any way you presented yourself to him; take you against the counter in the kitchen or in his bed, and not over the desk in his office. He could also wake up next to you and treat you as his girlfriend who he had come to genuinely care for, and not feel so filthy for getting with one of his students. He could take you on dates easier or order takeout as you both watch the most mindless documentaries.

He had half a mind to ask you to officially move in with him, but he doesn’t know how you’d feel moving in with a man who is both ten years your senior and your professor for the next two years.

He goes to shrug off his waistcoat when he hears you groan again. This time, however, there’s a bit of a whine to it too. He walks over to the bed and sits on it, observing the notepad that was now acting as a canopy for the light in the room.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he asks, though he knows the answer. You give an ‘mm-hmm’ and move to stretch your arms. “Stressed?” he presses further, now removing his tie. You nod, and you hate to admit it but it was very easy for your eyes to well with tears when you were overwhelmed with your studies.

Ah, but Levi can make it all better.

God, fuck you for wearing those damn frilly pajamas and lying on his bed so innocently. Yes, innocently, because he was attracted to you in every conceivable way. It didn’t matter what you did, or how you dressed; he was always craving you.

When he was teaching a very disengaged class who were on their phones the whole time or clearly not paying attention, it was like his mind would automatically jump to thinking of you to pass the time. What he’d get you to do for him that night, or perhaps what you’d even treat him to. What position he’d put you in, which one of his vibrators or plugs would he use on you…

Yeah, Levi could definitely make it all better.

“I’m sorry, darling…” he whispers, swinging a leg over yours and straddling you there. You quickly blink your tears away. “You’re working so hard…” he breathes into your neck whilst reaching for your wrists, “...and I haven’t been properly tending to your needs.”

Your wrists are enclosed in his larger hands and quickly – and expertly – bound by his grey tie. Your eyes are as wide as plates but you’re quickly trying to suppress a grin. He lifts up your sheer cami that did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples at his electric touch. Oh, how he loves it when you don’t wear a bra.

He’s always so soft and gentle at first. The bump of his nose trails around your navel, his lips leaving kisses in its wake. He takes his time worshipping every inch of you with open-mouth and hot kisses. He moves up to drag the flat of his tongue up and down the columns of your neck and across your collarbones, blowing a cheeky puff of air against them to make you shiver. He smirks.

Cute, he thinks as he goes to press kisses down the valley of your breasts. When he takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, you begin squirming more. It already was torturous not being able to touch him back.

He just couldn’t help it – when it came to you, he wanted to do everything.

As you softly mewl his name, he feels his cock strain against his briefs. He moves to fiddle with the button on his slacks, desperate for some relief. It is a little awkward to palm himself while his mouth is occupied with one nipple while his other hand is busy with the other. But his body acts quicker than he’d like and he’s suddenly grinding against the bunched up duvet beneath you, his cock pulsating. It’s entirely unintentional and he does his damn best to not cum until you have. You need to first, this is all about you.

“Please… please, Levi– Sir… Please, I need you to touch me–” Fuck, that did it. He can’t help it now as he slowly ruts against the quilt and it’s a constant motion after that. You smile ear to ear at this, happy he’s not denying himself of this pleasurable experience. “You like it when I moan for you, professor?”

“Shit…” he curses under his breath.

No, he has a façade to keep up.

He needs to continue pleasing you otherwise he’d be cumming in his pants before the main event. Which has happened a few times already.

The chaste kisses and nips down your torso continue until he is finally between your legs. With a firm grip on your inner thighs, he spreads your legs apart and he briefly leans down to kiss just next to your cunt. He pulls away to thumb over the faint marks that have faded over time.

“Love those,” he comments and he pulls back to slide your shorts and panties down your legs. “Hmm, I should use my tie more often. You’re so well behaved tonight.” You don’t see this as permission to be able to touch him – or being allowed to touch yourself either. “Turn around.”

You huff, but obey. He offers his praise and removes the tie binding your wrists. Thumbs smoothing over them for a second, he orders you to keep them on your back. Gentle he presses on the small of your back, allowing your back to fall into an arch. Perfect position.

He swallows thickly at the way your cunt is squished against your thighs. Licking his middle and index finger, he finally – finally – gives you what you want and touches you through your sopping folds. His touches are so light and teasing – it’s not enough, not nearly enough. The wet sounds of his fingers caressing you through your folds are most certainly audible and you nearly feel embarrassed.

“Got that wet from me just kissing you down your body? How cute.”

He leans in to kiss at your pussy and you twitch against his mouth, aching for more. But as soon as his tongue meets your pussy, he’s gone.

“Levi, what are you– oh, god–” you moan out as his tongue swipes at your other entrance. Your cute little cries and tiny gasps surely are a sign for him to keep going. You turn your head to the side and look at him and your jaw drops. He’s sucking on his own fingers and when he takes them out again there is an audible pop. Your puckered hole twitches some more as he runs the pads of his sinewy fingers over it. “That’s– Oh, fuck, Levi!”

Doubt suddenly plants itself in his mind. “Wait, do you need me to stop?”

You two had discussed in passing on teasing here, but that boundary of sorts was never passed. Not until now. He nearly feels bad for not asking you beforehand.

You frantically shake your head. “N-No, please don’t–”

Once more, his fingers are back to teasing. “That’s good. You’ve been working so hard lately, making me so proud. I intend to spoil you tonight until you’re cumming repeatedly,” he replies. He leans down to lick again. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?” His cockhead is leaking so much precum now. He doesn’t even need to see it to know that to be true; he feels truly high just by touching your body and eating you out. “What are you to me?”

“I– I’m y-your good girl–! Fuck, fuck, Levi, shit–”

His lithe fingers move to rub soft circles at your clit before returning to your puckering hole. He moans against your entrance when he feels just how much you are dripping for him. Inadvertently, you attempt to keep his hand on your clit in place but it is quickly pinned onto your ass again and the touching there from him stops. With one hand now free, he palms himself through his opened slacks and through his briefs.

God, he’s fucked you countless times already but never here. With how tight you are naturally around him sometimes, he can’t imagine how tight your ass would. He groans once more as he fishes his hand through his briefs and he’s stroking his thick cock. His hand is no comparison to your gummy walls that suck him in and milk him for all he’s worth. But it certainly wouldn’t be impossible for him to cum just from touching himself as he teases you with his tongue.

A few minutes of him pass by of him just poking and prodding at your entrance before he’s up on his knees.

“Turn around,” he orders, opening the door to his bedside locker and you’re back to where you started the night. This time without your notebook in hand but one of his small bullet vibrators that he purchased for you. “Lowest setting.”

Your chest heaves, aching for relief. “No, higher than that, Levi, come on–”

“Lowest setting or you can put the vibrator back and I’ll edge you to tears with just my tongue at your ass.” He warns.

You whimper a small bit, but knowing how ruthless your professor could be at edging, you obey. You place the vibe at your hardened clit and even at the lowest setting, you can still hear the squelching sound of your wet pussy. You grind your hips against it, aching for more friction as Levi returns. It is so hard to ignore the sounds amplified by the vibrator though.

“Do you hear how wet you are? Do you hear how noisy this cunt is?”

You feel the familiar knot in your belly tighten and it’s fast approaching. “You– You’re being mean… I just wanna cum…”

He tuts into your ear when he comes up. “I’m not being mean,” he denies, but when he catches your gaze and sees how your eyes are welling with tears more from the sheer intensity and pleasure he’s made you feel, he tones the mean-ish façade down a notch. “Do you think you can last a little longer for me, sweetheart?”

He turns the vibrator off momentarily to hear your response.

His question sounded like a tease of whether you could keep up, but he was also genuinely asking for your consent to continue. He got so absorbed in this that he wasn’t checking in that much. He was so whooped and so lost in trying to make you feel good that he wasn’t even considering how you felt.

You gulp, “Just– I need–”

He nods. “It’s okay, take a breath. Take your time.”

Soft kisses are planted along your inner thighs as you try to compose yourself, catching your breath. His fingers are brushing over any marks he’s left along the way. His thumbs draw little circles into your hips; this was always something he did to help ground you.

Shit, what was happening before all this? Were you trying to study or something? Yikes.

Your fingers begin combing through his black tresses as a silent way of saying you’re okay to continue. Still, he wants to be sure.

“Think you can go on?” You nod. “That’s my girl, don’t worry. You’re doing so well for me.”

There’s not much speaking after that. It’s damn near impossible to stay quiet as the coil in your tummy tightens and tightens. It’s not like this was your student dorm though where you had to be quiet; Levi lived by himself in an apartment complex with thick walls. Your cries are laden with frustration as you’re so, so close – so close to falling off the edge–

He’s unable to control the grinding of his hips now. Rutting desperately, imagining it’s your cunt even though it’s so far off from being anything close to it. He wants to be inside you, shit, he needs to be inside you–

Your body arcs and your hand comes down to hold Levi in place and he’s truly unable to suppress the groan as he soils his pants. Your chest is heaving, forehead beading sweat and pupils blown as your clit continues to throb and pulsate. You’re seeing stars from this orgasm, a warm, fuzzy heat spreading throughout your body. His mouth moves to place a few kisses around your throbbing cunt until your hips jerk away from him.

Aftercare consists of him fetching you a glass of water from the jug that is now routinely kept full in his bedroom for any future midnight escapades. He kisses life back into your limbs and one to your forehead before wiping you down with a damp cloth.

A hand moves to cradle your jaw as he asks, “Oi, where’s that head of yours at?”

“Not…” you pause, panting too much to say anything remotely coherent, “...not in my studies.”

kinda wanna do a series of professor!levi drabbles (smut and fluff... and angst) sorry let me live my life as i ride the professor!levi train. all aboard~

-cece <3

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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tw: SMUT, (soft smut), newlyweds, virgin reader, fem!Bodied reader, Oral sex, fem!rec, I just wrote this so not proofread.

w.c: 2.3k

The happiest day of your life, the day you read your vows to each other, before an altar, with so many witnesses sharing your joy, but the only ones that matter were he and you. Two mawkish lovey-doveys, inebriated in each other; the sappy couple you swore you’d never become. And here you are, a stumbling tangle of limbs, sprauchling on every wall and every corner of the hallway, tearing your lips apart. Anxious fingers searching and finding, sneaking through any opening. The floor brims with rose petals and flickering candles, tracing the path that leads to your hotel room.

The faint light captures the glint of the gold bands on your left ring fingers. Boozed up mesh of laughs floods the air.

You duck into your room, and without breaking the kiss, Levi shuts the door close with a back-kick. The loud thud rumbles through the corridor.

“Levi!” You cry and pull away, rubbing a finger over your smudged, bitten lip.

Laughter bubbles out from his throat. Lovely sound. And he shrugs his blazer off, then his vest letting them pool at his feet.

He looks at you, his fingertips lingering along your ears, while your svelte finger slips under his bow tie, the strap unclasps and it flumps down. Levi removes the bobby pins with such daintiness, making your braids fall out, tiny white flowers tumble from you hair, littering the mahogany wooden floor like stars twinkling in the sky. You fondle his cotton-clad shoulders and upper arms as he, without breaking eye contact slides his hands behind your back, looking for the lace that keeps your dress in place; he tugs at it, finally, and the bow loses its shape. He spins you around, and you lift your hair; his breath caresses your nape, and his lips come closer, smothering with kisses your neck and naked shoulders.

Butterflies flit in your stomach, just like the first time you met.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice raspy and smooth at the same time, making heat rise to your cheeks, between your legs.

“I love you too,” you muse. You’re trembling, dizzy with eagerness and agitation.

Deft fingers loosen the corset, with the patience of an old granny counting coins to buy a loaf of bread. The cord slips through the grommets and then his scorching palms glide between your dress and your sensitive flesh, cleaving the panels open. The hefty, white, pompous gown rumples around your legs.

You swirl around.

“Beautiful,” he mutters, and you feel shy under his dull gaze, eyes dawdling gingerly over your body, dressed in lacy lingerie. He hoists you in his arms, making his way to the bed, your legs anchored around his waist, your heels tapping on his butt cheeks. Arms tethered behind his neck, tongues urgently fighting for dominance. You can feel the excitement growing under his pants

He scuffs off one patent leather shoe, his free rayon-clad toes push down the other oxford at the heel and he drops you on the bed, your legs dangling over the end. He crouches down, and lifts your right foot first, resting it on his thigh, slips off the white strap through the buckle and tosses away the heel. He repeats the process for the other foot. Then raises your leg lightly, his mouth strides from your knee down to your ankle, drawing a trail of moist kisses, and retraces his steps. Giggles dribble from you. His lips tickle your thigh as they move upward, and his teeth hook at the white garter, pulling at it and letting it spring back; he chases it, and drags it down, slowly, until it dangles in your toes and slips down.

His lips find yours again and he shifts you to the center of the bed, his fingers brushing like feathers over your ribs, then your waist, as you undo the buttons of his shirt. He leans back, sitting on his heels and pulls it off, the silver glow that seeps through the window baths his perfectly chiseled body in luster as a marble sculpture.

The buckle of his belt clatters on the floor, he slips off the bed and wiggles his black slacks down, then crawls back and kneels between your legs.

“You’re gorgeous, Levi.” You stretch out your arms, making grabby hands. “Let me touch you.”

He smirks, and hovers over you, his hands denting the mattress at the sides of your head. You look like a goddess, hair sprawled, laying beneath him in that sexy lingerie, in the middle of the scattered red petals. His nose nudges on your cheek as your fingertips map his naked chest and abs, burning his skin like molten wax, his muscles rippling under your touch. His nose strolls down along your jawline, and tips your chin up, planting kisses leisurely on your neck, grazing that thrumming spot.

Your blood fizzes through your veins, igniting every inch of your body, from flesh to bone. “I want you, Levi.” You mewl, lolling your head to the side so his mouth continues the blissful onslaught under your jaw.

Levi pulls apart a bit, grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. He scans your face. Your cheeks are flushed pink, specks of white quail on your dilated pupils, faint puffs of breath sip out of your already worn out lips. While engrossed in your beauty, your sneaky hand finds the hem of his underwear and slip under, in quest of what you covet now. Your fingers curled around him, eliciting a cloying gasp; hips jerk up. He’s girthy, and oozing, and a drop of panic smears in your lower belly.

“Not yet,” he tows your hand off and hauls you up and unclasps your bra after a few attempts. His fumbling hands cup your breast, nipples tautened with desire rolling between his fingers, and a reel of moans spools off your mouth. You lurch back, propped in your arms, head hanging backwards, brows twitching. You feel his knuckles brushing down past your navel as his tongue teases and swirls around your hardened nubs. Desire pools between your thighs; your core aches with greed.

“Ah! Levi, please!” You tilt your head down and look at him having fun with your breasts. You run your fingers through his hair and clench your hand, pushing him down to where you need him the most. “Levi!” You wail, as he nibbles on your perky bud, refusing to leave. He pulls apart by a bit, gazing up to you, your nipple captive between his teeth. He lets go, simpering, and drags his lips back to yours.

He pushes you down on bed.

“Y/N.” he utters against your mouth.

“Y/N.” Against your collarbones.

“Y/N.” Your navel.

“Y/N.” Over your clothed mound.

He´ll never grow tired of saying your name.

A grin blooms on his lips when he catches the transparent spot on the crotch. His eyes glint with need, and you can't help but blush with embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy.” His palms saunter over your inner thighs as he buries his nose in your wetness. “I’m so hard I don’t think I’ll last too long. And you´re the cause,” he mumbles, and takes a deep breath, your sweet arousal awakening his primal side and shutting down any trace of self-restraint. Damn, he wants to be inside you so bad, but he needs to try you first. He pushes your panties to the side, and shears with a finger the cord of slick that lingers between your skin and the lingerie. His length twitches. Shit, he’s going to blow out before any fun begins.

But it’s your fault, you turn him into a madman without even trying.

Your hips jiggle at the first lap of his tongue running between your folds, legs squirm, something coils within your core. Your eyes squeeze shut, face turned to the side, mouth drawing a beautiful O as he feasts in you, like a famished man savoring a copious meal after several days without taking a bite.

His name falls of your mouth as his playful tongue and lips explore uncharted territory. He pulls away and strokes your swollen clit over the fabric, your hips rocking, seeking the delightful friction.

“Don’t st- No!”

He cruelly lets the knot in your belly unravel, all the bliss dwindling.

“I’m sorry,” he coos, his fingers anchored at the hem of your underwear. You buck up your hips and he pulls down that meddlesome piece. Completely bared and unfurled for him. A piece of art worth for his private museum.

He doesn’t waste time. He spreads open your folds with his thumbs, your enlarge glossy clit, longing for attention. And he listens to it. His lips seize it, his tongue laps and draws circles over it, pushing you to the edge. Your body writhes; your legs tense, your knuckles whiten as your hands clench in the sheets.

“Levi! Fu- Ah!” You gasp at the finger plunging into you, but it’s not enough to appease your need and he knows it. He adds a second digit, prodding, scissoring, chasing after each other, stroking that spongy spot as he’s mouth works on your clit. Your eyes clamped shut tight, you feel meteors bursting behind them. It’s intense, fierce, the sizzling now boils within you until it erupts like a volcano, and for a few seconds, you’re swarmed by pure elation.

Your chest rises and fall wildly, your breath whizzes out in staggered pants, and your face is sleek in sweat. Through the haze, you find Levi staring up at you, sweeping his tongue over his coated lips. You see it in his eyes, he can’t hold back anymore.

In a second, he gets rid of his underwear, his cock springs freely, the throbbing tip whisking his lower belly, and a crisp line of black tuft that begins under his belly button, marches down to the base of his erection. He peels down the foreskin, and shit, he’s beautiful, big and thick, and your eager and nervous to have him.

His hardness skims your belly as he kisses you, and you can taste yourself in his lips. Sweet and bitter. He inches back, and your eyes entangle, his hand smoldering your cheek. His voice is serious. “I’ll be gentle.” Kiss. “Let me know if it’s too much.” Kiss. “You know I fucking love you.” Kiss. “And the last thing I want is to hurt you.” Kiss.

You nod, the back of your hand brushes his cheek with tenderness. “I love you too,” you croon, “and I trust you.”

He guides himself, looking for your entrance, and you feel him poking. Panic rises. You close your eyes, and he rolls his hips forward, painfully slow, and your body puts resistance to the unfamiliar intrusion. Levi stills, watching every reaction on your face. Your body is all tense. His hand entwines with yours for reassurance and you squeeze. He squeezes back.

“You have to relax,” he purrs, strands of black hair prick your forehead, his breath fanning over your neck. Beads of sweat trickle down his face. Your free hand claws on his shoulders, threatening to etched red marks.

Tears peek at the corners of your eyes. You take a deep breath, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and, with resolve, you buck your hips up in a howl of pain. Levi grunts and hisses at the tight warmth that envelops him; inch by inch, he sheathes himself into you. Hot blood dashes through his veins as he fights the urge to shove himself into you in a quick, single thrust.

With a thumb, he sweeps away your tears.

“Levi,” your voice is a quavering lament, your face contorted in pain as he breaches you, breath hitching; your walls blazing in sweet agony. And then your pelvises meet, and he stops and stills. Trembling, waiting for you to adapt.

“You’re doing great.” He tugs down your lower lip, eyes droopy, leaden with love and lust. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He spews and captures your lips again. Your hand meander along the slope of his spine. Despite the waning pain, you know you’re a perfect fit. Made for each other.

His face reels back, enough to take a glimpse of your face, to make sure you’re ok, tears dried, and a faint smile tugs at your lips.

“You can move.” You say.

He rakes his fingers through your hair, toying with your locks for a moment, before finding your hand again. He wants to reach your peaks with your hands weaved together. He drops his head to kiss you and only then, he begins to work himself in and out at a languid pace, relishing in your moist and the friction, taking his time because he doesn’t want to explode just yet.

Your back arches as the pain gives way to pleasure; brimming, rolling heat. Your nails rake down, painting red lines on his back. Groans and moans rise in a dazzling melody. Your melody. His deep grunts getting in tune with your highest notes.

Your name seeps out of his lips in jagged whispers, melting in your hair. His breathing quickens as his tempo rises, and your body tightens around him, driven over the edge, for the second time, by the rocking of his hips.

Your hands squeeze each other as if they’d melt together.

You coil, tighter and tighter, and then, jolts of pleasure break through you, seizing every inch of your body, and your orgasm wrenches his right after. He fills you with his seed and collapses over you, but doesn’t roll away. He stays, with an idiotic smile plastered on his face, and reaches out, sweeping a lock of hair from your cheek and tucking it behind your ear. He kisses you on the forehead, and your both let giggles rumble in your throats. His thumb fondles the back of your hand, drawing feeble circles, then brings it to his mouth and presses a kiss on top of the band.

“Are you ok, Mrs. Ackerman?” He watches you watching him through eyes leaden with weariness, dozing. Yet, you pull out a smile.

“Better than ever before. Mr. Ackerman.”

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