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“Earned it” by The Weeknd for Levi Ackerman- Smut + Fluff

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Earned It

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~7.0k

cw: yakuza au, modern setting au, adult themes, gang-related violence, mentions of blood, explicit language, fluff, smut – fingering, cunnilingus, PIV sex (doggy style), cream pie, unprotected sex

Summary: Levi is the current leader of a Yakuza organization called the Ackerman Clan. Fearless, ruthless, cold-blooded. Your deadbeat father owes a debt to his Uncle Kenny after borrowing a sum of money to gamble on horse races many years ago, a debt that hasn’t been forgotten. He has since abandoned you and one day, the Ackerman Clan tracks you down, claiming that you are now the owner of this debt. Without the means to pay for it out of pocket, Levi employs you to be his personal housekeeper until you’ve earned the money to pay it off.

Author’s Note: Wow okay my first Levi fic EVER and I totally got carried away! I had so much fun writing this one, so I hope the rest of you enjoy it! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This gave me the perfect excuse to finally write for Levi. MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! Tagging @crazychaoticizzy!

It's an average Wednesday when you receive a call from your mother in the middle of your workday. She usually doesn’t call unless it’s important, so you answer, already nervous for what she’s about to tell you. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Her tone is somber. “Honey, please come home. Now.” You can hear other people speaking in the background, alarm bells immediately ringing in your head. It’s been you and your mother alone for the past decade now, abandoned by your father before your high school graduation. You have no idea who would be in your home at this time. Freaking out, you ask, “What’s going on? What’s happening?!”

Before she can respond, there’s shuffling, then a man you don’t recognize on the other line. “You should listen to your mother.” His voice is cold, terse, sinister. It sends a chill down your spine.

Immediately, you excuse yourself from work, briefly describing a family emergency to your boss. You hop on the closest train, jittering in your seat, sweating bullets, stomach tight with anxiety. All you need to know is that your mom is safe. As soon as you’re out of the station, you remove the heels off your feet to run home. When you arrive, you notice a black car with tinted windows parked in the driveway and the front door already swung open. Winded and out of breath, you double over with the impulse to vomit, already expecting the worse. You swallow down the urge, collecting yourself, and walk inside.

You’re met by three strangers: two men and a woman. She looks young, gaze cold on yours, studying you carefully. The taller of the men is significantly older, hunched over, lanky, with a cigarette between his crooked smile. The other is short, but his domineering presence seems to overwhelm the rest of them. The cold gaze, the stagnant frown, the tightness in his brows. There’s an aura to him that shows he’s not one to be messed with. Before you can even confirm, you know that this man is the one who spoke to you earlier on the phone. Their leader.

Your mom is seated on the couch, cowering in fear when she calls out to you. “Honey!”

You step towards them, wanting to approach her, but you’re stopped by the woman, staring daggers at you, her hand concealed inside her jacket, ready to attack if necessary. It’s a warning: Don’t come any closer or else. “Mikasa, relax. She ain’t even armed,” the older man says. He points to her, winking at you. “Sorry about my niece; she’s got some anger issues. Runs in the family, actually.”

Without removing her gaze from you, she mutters, “Shut up, Kenny.”

He laughs, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. He removes the cigarette, tapping the ashes onto the hardwood floor of your living room before stepping closer towards you. “I should be the one upset here.” His eyes scan your figure up and down, smirking. “Right, Levi?”

You shiver from his wicked expression, glancing at your mother who stares wide-eyed at you in a panic. “What’s the meaning of this?” you ask shakily.

The shorter man, apparently named Levi, comes forward, glaring at you. “You owe the Ackerman Clan money. Two million yen with all the interest that’s been accruing for the past ten years.”

“We never borrowed money from you!” you argue.

“You didn’t. But your father did,” Kenny interjects. “The dumbass didn’t know how to gamble on the right horse. Lost each race and came crawling back to me for more and more money. I gave him two years to pay me back without interest, but I suppose he ran off on you and your poor mother before he could pay it. Now, it’s way past due. I need my money back.”

That no-good, deadbeat father of yours. Of course he’s the one behind this. He’s always had a gambling addiction, ever since you were little. Borrowed money left and right from distant relatives, friends, coworkers, and apparently strangers. You thought he’d at least have the decency to pay them off on the occasions he actually scored big, but who are you kidding? All he spent his winnings on was more booze to drown out the fact that he never cared or provided for his family. You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “You should be asking him for the money, not us.”

Levi’s eyes narrow. “You don’t think we already tried looking for him? We can’t find him. He’s gone. Someone else has to be responsible for it now. And that means his wife and his kid. You.”

“We don’t have that kind of money just laying around,” you say, hoping that somehow, this Yakuza gang is nice enough to forgive the debt.

Kenny barks a laugh. “Well, you’re shit out of luck then, huh? Just like your lousy father.”

You wince at his harsh words, simultaneously agreeing with him. Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “If you can’t pay off this debt within the next three months, we’ll be forced to take more severe action.”

“What do you mean?” you stutter. A variety of cruel punishments flash through your head, causing your knees to wobble in fear, though you manage to stay upright.

“You don’t want to find out,” he threatens with a dark look.

You swallow loudly, unable to hide your dread any longer. Crying, you fall to your knees in a begging position, peering up at Levi with weepy eyes. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt my mom. Leave her out of this.”

Your mother sobs into her hands, your name muffled against her palms. Even through your blurred vision, you notice Levi’s expression waver just the slightest.

“Maybe she can work for you,” Mikasa suggests. Her tone has changed to one of sympathy, unexpectedly considering her intimidating demeanor moments ago.

Levi scoffs. “And what would she do for me? I doubt she can fight.”

There’s a pause as you watch them contemplate your fate. Kenny is the first one to offer an answer. “Housekeeper. She can be your housekeeper!”

Levi grimaces at the suggestion. “Excuse me?”

Kenny walks towards him, ruffling his nephew’s hair, much to his dismay. Levi swats him away, scowling as his uncle explains, “You spend so much goddamn time cleaning your own house, it’s about time you hire someone to do it for you. You’re the leader of the Ackerman Clan now. Time is money. You can’t be wasting it dusting when you can just make someone else do it for you.” He squats, legs spread wide, meeting you face-to-face. “Can you clean?”

You wipe away the tears streaming down your face, nodding.

“Can you cook?”

You nod again, more confidently this time.

He slaps his knee. “Well, there you go! Looks like we found the solution. You’re hired. Levi will pay you at the end of each day. Your wages after three months should be enough to cover the debt you owe me. If you work overtime, you’ll earn extra cash. Sound good?” He sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake on it.

Three months of housekeeping and cooking for the leader of a Yakuza gang, who already looks like he despises you? It’s either that or whatever punishment he originally has in mind, which sounds much more painful and ominous.

Before you agree, you ask, “What about my regular job?”

He strokes his chin, thinking. “Damn, forgot about that. Well, Little Levi here can compensate you for that as well. You’ll have to quit it in the meantime, but this gig is much better, don’t cha think?”

Levi raises his voice, angry now. “Don’t I get a say in this?! Who said I have the money to pay her?!”

Kenny waves him off, smirking. “You don’t drink, you don’t gamble, and you don’t fuck. So what else are you doing with all that money?”

At this, Levi gapes at his uncle, blushing. “I’m the fucking captain here, aren’t I? I won’t allow this.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, standing up to stretch his back. “Fine. Got a better idea? We don’t have all fucking day to argue about this, you know.”

After a few more disgruntled huffs from Levi without any other real suggestions, you are officially hired as Levi Ackerman’s housekeeper.

~~~

Levi doesn’t need a fucking housekeeper. He’s the cleanest goddamn person in this entire godforsaken planet. Sure, he spends at least two hours at the start of his morning doing household chores to ensure that everything in his home is spick and span. But what’s so wrong about that? It’s the only solace he finds in this cruel world. The only aspect of his life that he can control.

So, when his new hire arrives to his house seven o’clock sharp the very next day, Levi’s already in a bad mood. And when she smiles brightly at him, greeting him, “Good morning!” in an all-too-cheery voice that drips with enthusiasm and spirit despite the shitty situation she’s in, he can’t help but become even more irritated. She can’t possibly be excited about this. It’s all a façade, an act. Fake. He’s seen it before, from so-called friends, family members, strangers on the street. People only connect with him if there’s something to gain from it. And in this case, the money to pay her father’s debt is her end-goal, and nothing else. He reminds himself that she’s not here for him. No one ever is.

He doesn’t respond to her, turning on his heel to lead her inside. Without saying so, she removes her shoes, tucking them into an empty slot on the shoe rack, following him. Unfortunately, Kenny’s been here since half an hour ago, taking his usual breakfast: a cup of black coffee and a frozen waffle, toasted until lukewarm. And of course, there’s already crumbs on the table, but Levi ignores it, knowing that she’s responsible for this mess now, not him.

“Morning,” Kenny drawls, raising his mug to her. She waves, still nervous around them, naturally, but her smile stays on.

Levi hands her a sheet of paper, typed out with proper instructions. “Everything you need to know is on here. Unless you’re illiterate and can’t read, I won’t need to explain anything to you, right?”

She scans the document quickly, shaking her head at the end. “Seems simple enough.”

“My nephew here likes things spotless,” Kenny adds, spit flying out of his mouth as he chews the rest of his breakfast. “Total clean freak and perfectionist. He’ll be on your ass about a simple speck of dust.”

“It’s not clean if there’s still dust,” he emphasizes.

Her attention goes to the fridge. “What about meals? What do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky. I usually don’t eat breakfast and lunch is brought to me at the office. So dinner is the only meal you have to cook. Like I said, I’m not picky. But it better not be instant ramen or something. I’m not paying you to feed me that processed shit.” Truthfully, he already eats that junk for lunch, often opting for fast food because it’s quick and easy while he’s out on a job. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. He shoots a glare at his uncle when he notices him snickering to himself, clearly aware of his less-than-ideal diet.

After a brief tour of the house, not including his bedroom, which will remain off limits, him and Kenny leave to start the day. Levi is reluctant at first, unsure if she can live up to his high standards of tidiness, but even he can admit that it’s more productive when he arrives to their headquarters on time.

The day goes by smoothly; the extra two hours that Levi gains by entrusting another person to his usual morning ritual proves to be beneficial for both him and his gang. They are able to add an extra stop to their daily rounds, collecting owed money from sleezy businesses and seedy underground organizations. They only resort to violence once, with Levi squeezing a man’s head between his shoe and the pavement until he coughs up the dough. In his eyes, today was a good day.

Kenny drops him off back home around eight when it’s already dark out. The lights are on, glowing through the shaded windows. He digs into his pocket for the keys, retrieving them to unlock the door, his nostrils immediately hit with a sensational aroma wafting from the kitchen. Sliding out of his shoes, he steps further inside, following the scent.

She’s leaning over the stove, steam puffing from whatever pan she’s cooking in. He drops his keys on the counter, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“Hello, Mr. Ackerman,” she says, turning to face him. “Perfect timing. Dinner is just about ready. I’ll serve it to you now.”

He slides a chair out from the dining table, taking a seat, watching as she moves around the kitchen. She scoops white rice into a bowl, then the food onto a plate, setting it front of him. It looks delicious; glazed meat scattered with a variety of fresh vegetables. “It’s chicken stir fry,” she explains. “It isn’t gourmet or anything, but it’s hearty and filling. I hope you like it.”

He remains silent, holding a piece of broccoli at the end of his chopstick, blowing on it before putting it in his mouth. The sauce is savory, pairing well with the typically bland vegetable. He digs into the chicken, enjoying how juicy and flavorful it is. It’s nothing he hasn’t had before, but still; it’s tasty.

She stands beside him, watching him eat with a small grin on her face. “What would you like to drink?”

He swallows, replying, “I like tea. Hot tea. Decaf.”

“On it,” she says, heading back into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water to heat on the stove. Within ten minutes, she returns with a cup in one hand, the kettle in the other, pouring him freshly brewed tea.

It’s quiet, Levi eating peacefully while she continues to observe him. He’s not quite sure what to say; do they make small talk? Does he compliment her cooking? How do people engage with others during a time like this?

Her stomach growls loudly, which he immediately notices. He raises a brow at her, pointing his chopsticks towards the kitchen. “You should eat too. If you’re hungry.”

“Is that alright?”

He nods, looking down at his plate. “It’s better than watching me eat while you’re starving, right?”

She laughs, going back into the kitchen once again. “Yes, of course.” She comes back, sitting across from him to start eating. Not knowing what else to discuss over dinner, Levi asks her about the chores she should have accomplished today, to which she reports back in detail. It sounds as if she went through eat item on the list, though the true test will be when he inspects it himself. Their conversation flows well; he usually hates conversing with people when it isn’t necessary. He can’t remember the last time he shared a homecooked meal with someone else. He’s always at home after work, alone. Mikasa is too busy with her own family, and Levi can hardly stand his uncle’s presence to begin with, so he always preferred being alone.

This, however, this he doesn’t mind. Surprisingly.

Before he gets too comfortable with the idea, he reminds himself once more that this is simply the deal they agreed to. There’s no room for sentimentality. She’s here because she was forced into this role, not because she wants to be here. This is business. This is temporary.

And with that in mind, Levi strengthens the integrity of the walls he barricades around him, determined not to let anyone but himself in.

~~~

Your first month of employment go by as smoothly as you hope it would be, given your circumstances. Every day, you arrive at Levi’s house seven in the morning on the dot, greeting him with a smile. You figured it wouldn’t do you any good to show your fear of the Yakuza in front of the leader himself. And, in all honestly, you weren’t actually that scared of him. While he’s cold and blunt most of the time, he hasn’t done anything to frighten you yet, aside from your initial meeting. It helps that you only see him for a few minutes in the morning when he lets you in, and at most an hour at the end of the day, when you share dinner together. Before you leave, he hands you an envelope with your day’s wages, and that’s that. Based on the lack of criticism, you assume that you’re doing a good enough job.

On the second month, you begin to make lunches for him in addition to your usual routine. Uncle Kenny had mentioned several times in secret that Levi eats fast food because of the convenience. Sometimes, he skips a meal all together when they’re especially busy.

When you arrive to his home, you greet him with your usual smile, while he gives you a curt nod, avoiding your gaze. He shouts behind him, “Kenny, let’s go!”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him, saying, “Oh, Mr. Ackerman! Before you leave, I prepared lunch for you.”

He whips around to face you, eyes narrowed as if you just insulted him. “What?”

Nervous now, you stammer, “I made you lunch. I heard that sometimes you skip meals, so I thought – ”

He steps towards you, glaring, not letting you finish. “This isn’t part of the list. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.” He turns on his heel, leaving you stunned as he heads for the car, slamming the door shut.

You scurry into the kitchen, face hot, reeling over his unpleasant reaction to your simple gesture. Kenny leans back in his chair, feet up on the table, chugging the rest of his coffee. “Morning.”

“Hi Kenny.” You wash your hands at the sink, processing what just happened, growing increasingly upset.

Kenny gets up, sliding his used mug beside you. “Thanks, darling.” Not wanting to waste your efforts, you call out to him, opening the fridge to retrieve the bento you prepared, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” he asks, smirking.

“I made it for Mr. Ackerman, but he doesn’t want it. I don’t want it to go to waste,” you explain.

He smiles, genuinely grateful, the expression you were mistakenly expecting from Levi. “Thank you. Take care.”

When he’s gone, you take a minute in the kitchen to relax, reminding yourself to stick to the list and not do anything extra just because you think he’d appreciate it. You’ve leaned your lesson based on today: Mr. Ackerman doesn’t appreciate anything or anyone. And you won’t be an exception.

~~~

Levi sulks silently in the car with his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window while Kenny drives them to HQ. He’s replaying the interaction from earlier, recalling the hurt look in her eyes as he spat those harsh words to her. He’s an idiot. All he could have said was no thank you. He shouldn’t have berated her for doing something nice for him. At the same time, he didn’t want to appear vulnerable, like he needed her to do it for him. He doesn’t need her pity. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

He catches Kenny shooting glances at him, but doesn’t say anything, knowing better than to rile his nephew up when he’s in one of these moods. They make it to headquarters as normal, and Levi goes about the day, almost forgetting about the incident. Almost.

Around noon, Kenny drives Levi and two of his henchmen across town to collect money from a client who’s been skipping out on payments recently. Levi doesn’t expect to resort to violence, so he stays inside the car while the two muscles go out and fulfill their orders. Kenny reclines, reaching his long arm towards the backseat, retrieving a small bento box. “Grub time.”

Levi scowls. “What are you doing?”

“Eating lunch, what do you think?” He uncovers it, licking his lips as his picks up a tamago sando from inside. It looks delicious, from the soft bread to the golden yellow filling. Levi’s stomach growls as he stares at his uncle bite into it. “Damn, that’s good!”

“Where did you get that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs, engulfing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. “Your housekeeper. Said you didn’t want it, so she gave it to me instead. Shit, that’s good!”

Levi huffs through his teeth, annoyed, but also very hungry. He snatches it from his uncle’s lap, inspecting it himself. Kenny doesn’t protest, only chuckles, licking his fingers. It’s truly an enticing sight, much better than the typical burger and fries he’s used to. He picks it up delicately, relishing how pillowy the bread is between his fingers. It’s devoured quickly, and Levi regrets watching his uncle eat part it, hoping he had it all for himself. In the bottom layer of the bento box are baby carrots and sliced cucumbers, which Levi munches on until his crew comes back, knuckles a bit bloodied and a stack of cash in their hands.

At night, Levi enters the door, a pang of guilt in his chest. He doesn’t plan to mention it; he’d rather forget and move on, pretend it never even happened. Tonight’s dinner is yakisoba, a meal she has since perfected since starting a month ago. She serves it to him, pouring hot tea into his mug, then takes her usual spot, her expression neutral. She reports on each task she completed today, starting with the kitchen, where she cleans up whatever disgusting mess Kenny leaves at the table. She scrubs the counters until they’re sparkling, mops the floors, reorganizes the refrigerator, unloads the dishwasher from the night before. Next is the living room, where she vacuums the carpets, dusts all the drawers, wipes each and every appliance with a specialized solution to prevent streaks. Then It’s laundry, and she never mentions the splatters of blood that are sometimes on his dress shirts depending on what kind of day it is. She uses the exact method he uses to wash them until they look good as new, as if he isn’t part of the gang life.

She finishes her list, looking at Levi, waiting for his nod of approval, which he gives. She’s done a decent job so far; in fact, his home looks just as tidy as it did when he spent two hours each morning doing it himself. He stares down at his plate, eating the rest of his noodles in silence.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

His jaw clenches at the sound of his name, anticipating whatever she’s about to say. Without looking up, he mutters, “What?”

She clears his throat nervously. “Earlier today, about lunch. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries. I hope you can forgive me.”

He senses her gaze on him, but he’s too embarrassed to meet it, slurping the rest of his food without responding. She doesn’t say anything else, leaving it at that. When he’s done, she gathers the dirty dishes and loads them into the dishwasher, starting the cycle. Levi goes into his room, stuffing her payment for today in an envelope, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Just say it. Don’t be an asshole. She doesn’t deserve it.

She waits for him at the doorway, coat and shoes on, ready to leave. He hands her the money, keeping his grip on it when she accepts it. “You don’t have to apologize. I ate it, and it was delicious. So…thank you.” He looks at her this time, wanting to convey to her that he truly means it.

Her eyes widen, clearly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He’s surprised himself; he just couldn’t let her leave thinking she didn’t anything wrong. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the way I reacted. I’m not used to people doing things like that for me.” He knows she doesn’t need an explanation from him, but he tells her anyways.

She smiles. “It’s okay. I’m happy to do it. I prepared another one for tomorrow.”

Nodding, he lets go, watching her slide the envelope into her bag. “Goodnight, Mr. Ackerman.”

He opens the door for her. “Levi. You can call me Levi. It makes me feel old when you call me that. We’re around the same age, right?”

She giggles, making his chest swell. “Right. Well then, goodnight Levi.”

He waits until she disappears into the distance, heading to the nearby train station. With the door shut, he leans against it, sighing heavily, his heart beating rapidly.

This is bad.

~~~

On the third month of working as a housekeeper and cook for Levi Ackerman, something extraordinary happens.

You’ve gotten more cordial with each other in the past few weeks, ever since you began making lunches for him on a regular basis. You know he isn’t picky when it comes to food, but you’ve noticed subtle differences when he thanks you for the meal, which he always does now. If it ends in a simple thanks, you know that it was ordinary. If he adds in a compliment, you know that he really likes it. So, you cook more of the foods that he particularly enjoys.

You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name. It still sounds foreign out of your mouth, almost like a treasured word you’re only supposed to say on special occasions. You still mostly call him Mr. Ackerman, though he doesn’t seem to mind.

Other than what you see of him in the mornings and nights, you have no idea what Levi gets up to the rest of his day. It’s an unwritten part of the deal; you keep your private life to yourselves. And, knowing he’s in the Yakuza, maybe it’s better you don’t know.

Tonight, you finish cooking dinner before Levi comes home. You cover the pan, keeping the oyakodon you prepared warm until he arrives, all the plates set up on the counter, ready for him. You sit in your usual chair, checking the clock: 8:30 PM, thirty minutes past his usual time. By nine, you start to worry. And by ten, your finger hovers over his contact information on your phone, tempted to call him, to make sure he’s okay. You debate with yourself for several minutes if you should go through with it. You were given this number only to use for emergencies. Would this be considered one? Surely, he has an entire team of people who look after him, being the leader and all. Why would he need you, his lowly housekeeper, looking out for him?

Deep down, it’s because you care. You care about him. You want him to be happy. And it’s not because he pays you at the end of the day. It’s because you truly, genuinely believe he deserves it. Even in the short time that you’ve known him, it’s plain to see how miserable he is in this life of crime. Dead eyes, permanent frown on his face, tense muscles from having no moment throughout his day to relax. No one, not even a Yakuza leader himself, deserves to be under this much stress.

You’re about ready to dial his number when you hear the distinct jingle of keys from the front door. Levi walks in, hunched over with his jacket tossed over his shoulder, big splotches of blood painted on his shirt. You can see it clearly even from the end of the hallway. He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t look at you, as he drags his feet into the living to plop himself onto the couch, sighing.

“Mr. Ackerman?” you call out, trembling. You’ve never seen him like this before. Is he injured? Or is he the one who did the injuring? Does it matter to you what the answer is? All you know is that you’re concerned about him and you want to be by his side.

~~~

Levi hears her but doesn’t respond. He sinks deeper into the couch, eyes shut, hoping she ignores him, not wanting her to see him in this sorry state. He listens to the sound of her footsteps approaching closer, then feels her sit beside him. With one eye open, he peeks at her, surprised to see her staring at him with genuine concern, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. “Mr. Ackerman,” she repeats.

“What do you want?” he asks tersely. He doesn’t mean for it to come out rudely. Or maybe he does to push her away. He doesn’t want her to witness this vulnerability, this weakness.

“I brought you some tea,” she answers quietly.

Before he can spit out an argument about how the caffeine will prevent him from sleeping, she adds, “It’s decaf, of course.”

He’s speechless for a moment, unable to come up with a smart response. His heart beats against his chest and he’s not sure what’s happening to him. Is he going into cardiac arrest? Or is this something different? Something good? Too exhausted to maintain the same frigid persona he puts up for her, he relaxes, reaching for her hands to grab the handle of the mug. He grazes her fingers wrapped around the ceramic, lingering for a second longer, then brings it to his lips, blowing air across the surface before taking a sip. It’s hot down his throat, filling his tired body with warmth and comfort.

He peeks at her once more, focusing on the gentle smile on her lips. “What are you so happy about?” he asks, taking another sip.

She looks down at her lap, shy now that she’s been called out. “I’m just happy you’re back in one piece.”

He scoffs, displaying his bruised and stained knuckles. “You call this one piece?”

She stares at his hands with terror or fascination, maybe even both. Levi can’t tell. All he knows is that she isn’t flinching away from him like he’s some monster; she leans closer, inspecting it carefully. “Hold on,” she says, standing up to retreat back into the kitchen.

Levi rests his head against the couch, stomach grumbling with hunger. He hasn’t eaten since lunch, and beating the shit out of people takes a toll on him. But the job is done and now he’s home. And for the first time, he realizes how grateful he is not to be alone.

Minutes later, she returns with a tray, carrying a steaming bowl of oyakodon and two warm towels beside it. She sets it next to him on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of him, beside his knees. He gulps, suddenly aware at how compromising this position may seem. Though, he doesn’t mind it. He slowly reaches over to grab hold on the chopsticks, digging into the bowl of food to take a bite. It’s warm and soothing in his mouth, exactly what he needed.

“May I?” She peers up at him, pointing to his other hand, holding the damp towel.

He’s hesitant at first, aware that she’ll be touching him. This is definitely crossing a line, right? However, the thought of being pampered in this moment when he’s so fucking tired is too enticing to refuse. He stretches his arms out, offering his fist to her. She surrounds him in the soft fabric, rubbing gently between his knuckles, wiping away all the grime from tonight’s violence. His skin is on fire from her indirect touch and he can’t help but wonder what effect she could have on his body if she were actually touching him.

Skin in pristine condition, despite the temporary bruises, she switches to the other hand once he’s finished with his meal. He watches her in silence, holding back a moan, embarrassed at how much he’s enjoying this. She finishes him off with the second towel, the clean one, giving both hands a little massage. “Is that better?”

He nods, muttering a tired, “Thank you.”

She smiles, gaze flickering to the stains on his shirt. “I can wash this for you tomorrow. Just leave it in the laundry room.”

He nods again, unsure what else to say. She gets up, carrying the empty bowl and soiled towels back into the kitchen to clean up. It’s almost eleven now when Levi flips his wrist to check the time on his watch. Trains stop running by midnight, so he shouldn’t keep her here any longer. “You should head home now. It’s late,” he says, loud enough for her to hear. He stands up, slightly limping towards his bedroom to give her the payment. He slides an extra couple of bills to compensate for working overtime. Noticing how horrid he looks with blood all over him, he strips out of his shirt, thankful none of it seeped directly onto his skin. Without thinking, he rushes towards the front door, where she waits for him in her coat and shoes.

He hands her the money. “I’m giving you a small bonus today, just in case you’re wondering why there’s more in there.”

She glances at his chiseled abs before looking down at her feet. Heat rushes into his cheeks, finally aware that he’s shirtless in front of his housekeeper. This is definitely crossing a line.

“It’s okay, I don’t want the extra money,” she says.

“Take it. You’ve earned it,” he insists.

“I didn’t do it for that. I did it because I care about you. I want to - ” She gazes at him, swallowing hard, afraid to finish her thought.

There’s a flutter in his stomach as he steps closer to her, eager to hear it. “What?”

“I want to take care of you, Mr. Ackerman.”

It happens so fast that as soon as he realizes it, his lips are already on hers, kissing her passionately. His immediate reaction is to stop because he’s sure this isn’t what she intended. But when she places her hands on his chest, clinging to his bare skin to deepen the kiss, he can’t resist.

~~~

Clothes are discarded on the way to his bedroom. By the time you’re lying flat on his mattress, you’re both completely naked, him on top of you, caging you between his muscular arms. He kisses your figure, from your neck trailing down to your chest, his lips puckered at your nipple, sucking on it until it’s taut in his mouth. One hand travels along the curve of your hips, then the plush of your inner thigh, until he’s pressed to your throbbing clit. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, his voice low and trembling.

“Yes,” you breathe out, completely enraptured by him.

He flicks your bud with his middle finger, tapping on it until it’s puffy against him. He glides down to your wet slit, collecting your arousal to smear onto your clit, rubbing it faster. Pleasure courses through you as you whine into his mouth, kissing him sloppily. Soon, he slips inside you, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy. You squirm for him, so close to your climax.

“You like my fingers inside this fucking cunt, huh?” he growls into your ear. He pulls out, stroking your clit with his wet digits. “How about here? You like them on your little clit too, right pretty girl?”

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes glazed over in a daze. “Yes, Mr. Ackerman. Fuck.”

“Levi,” he grunts, circling your bud. “I told you to call me Levi.” He slips back in, pummeling your pussy while his thumb taps on your swollen core.

You grab the bedsheets beneath you, clenching it between your fists, bucking your hips towards him, approaching your orgasm. “Coming,” you manage to whimper, unraveling. He slows his pace, riding it out with you until you relax in his hold, spent and blissed out.

There’s a wild look in his eyes, animalistic almost. He removes himself from you, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth, inching them past your lips. “Taste yourself for me.”

You obey, opening wide for him to swipe your own cum across your tongue. He sticks it further down your throat while you surround him, sucking your slick off. His erection is hard against you, begging for attention. You slide your hand between his thighs, palming at his stiff cock, twitching at your touch.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. You start stroking him, his cock hot and pulsating in your fist. He bucks into your grasp, moaning as you rub your thumb over his glossy tip, making him shudder. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, fuck. Get on top of me. Please. Need to taste you.”

You obey, readjusting yourself to straddle his face, lowering yourself carefully until your pressed to his open mouth. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he says before lapping you up greedily. You ride his face, dragging your pussy lips across his flattened tongue, moaning when he puckers around you, suckling on your swelling bud. He’s sloppy and noisy, exactly how you like it. You find yourself unraveling quickly above him, convinced you can come just like this, without him entering you at all. He senses this, grabbing firmly to your ass cheeks, guiding you to rock against him faster. “That’s it, princess. Come for me,” he muffles against your skin, slurping at your leaking cunt. No longer able to resist, you moan loudly, reaching your climax, gushing all over his face. He smacks your ass, licking off every drop of your arousal before removing himself from you. “I need to be inside you. Need to fuck this pretty pussy right fucking now.”

All control lost, you whine, “Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me, please.”

He positions himself behind you, dragging your bottom towards him, rubbing his erection between your ass cheeks. “Think you’ve earned this cock? Think you deserve it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes. I’ve been so good.”

He chuckles, guiding himself inside you, stretching you out slowly as he inches his way deeper. “You’re right. You’ve been very good. You are good. So fucking good to me.” He pounds into you, fucking your sweet spot, chasing that high you’re both so desperate to reach. After a few more thrusts, your pussy squeezes around him, coming once more. He follows with his own orgasm, shooting his load inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He pulls out, rolling beside you, breathing heavily. You turn to your side, facing him, your senses gradually returning. He glances at you and breaks into a smile, the first you’ve ever seen from him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin, scooting closer to nuzzle your nose with his. “Like what?”

His eyes gaze into yours, flickering down your lips. “Like you want to kiss me.”

You inch closer. “Why is that so bad?”

“Because I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers, closing the gap, kissing you.

~~~

On her last day, Levi leaves her final payment on the top of his dresser. It’s next to a thicker envelope that she’s collected the entirety of her father’s debt in, ready to hand over to Kenny first thing in the morning. She could have paid it off sooner, a week sooner, to be exact. But she decides to finish the remainder of the month employed as Levi’s housekeeper. She doesn’t explain why, and he doesn’t ask.

They snuggle together in his bed, ready to sleep after fucking each other stupid just minutes earlier. This is another added part of their routine. Sometimes, she leaves to check in on her mother back home. Other times, she stays the night, which Levi prefers, though he won’t admit it out loud. It’s the best sleep he’s gotten in years.

He can tell she’s on the verge of sleep by the way her eyes flutter closed and how her head falls into his chest, relaxed. His mind is racing with thoughts, so he’s wide awake, wondering what tomorrow will hold. Will she say goodbye to him forever? Is this really over? What will he do when she’s gone?

He realizes his true feelings for her almost immediately after they begin sleeping together. He’s never relinquished control to anyone else before. But for him, giving it to her was easy. Maybe because he knew he could trust her. Though, now with her employment coming to an end, he’s not so sure what to think.

“Levi?” Her soft voice surprises him.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

She tips her chin up, peering at him. “Not yet. I want to say something to you.”

He stares at her, confused and anxious, listening. “I care about you, Levi. I don’t want this to stop just because whatever arrangement we had before is over.”

He swallows hard, trying to maintain a neutral expression as his heart races with joy. “So, what then? Do you want to keep being my housekeeper? I already feel weird paying you because of what we do.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be your housekeeper. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, Levi. Your girlfriend,” she reiterates, smiling.

He lets out a small laugh. “That sounds so normal.”

She cups his face, squeezing his cheeks. “Well, maybe Mr. Ackerman deserves a little something normal for once.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into her touch. “So, how is this going to work, then? You being my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’ll get my old job back. And in the meantime, I can move in here so I can still do all the cooking and cleaning.”

“No,” he interjects. “Together. We’ll cook and clean together. Like a normal couple.”

She beams at him. “Alright. Together it is, then.”

He allows himself to smile completely now, pressing his forehead to hers. “Can it really be this simple?”

“I think it can,” she replies. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

For most of his life, Levi has never had it easy. Thirty years later, he finally has a chance at something normal, something good. Does he deserve it? With her by his side, holding his hand so lovingly in hers, he actually believes it. “Yeah. You’re absolutely right.”

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𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥ Eren, Mikasa, Yor, Loid, Suguru, Satoru, Shoko, Sukuna, Kento and Toji

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit and fluffy, wxw, mxw, aftercare, morning sex, somnophilia, cock warming, praise, making you cum as a part of aftercare, double-ended dildo, strap-on, satoru ‘pretends’ he can’t hear you, grinding, teasing, monster fucking, sukuna’s true form, dp - anal and pussy, (sukuna)breeding - no chance of pregnancy, (loid)breeding - with talk of making you a mom, plugging you full of cum, kento spits wine into your mouth, cock sucking/deepthroating, squirting, light degradation, begging, pausing in the middle of sex and it becoming cuddling as a form of teasing , sukuna lets himself be soft since you are asleep, getting fucked to sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

Rubbing your bruising hips, Every time his hand stops he gives you a gentle squeeze. Eren’s warm large hands are soothing and comforting. His soft touch as he slowly drags his hand up along the shape of your hips is in sharp contrast to the angry grip he had earlier.

Someone had stared too long, Eren couldn’t calm down after telling off the guy. Which had led to Eren needing to hear you say you are his. With possessive and lingering touches that had you crying out his name.

Eren keeps his voice low when he asks you, “Sweet mama I made you cum enough? But if you want to be greedy..” His voice trails off while he slips one hand in between your thighs. Which Eren keeps spread apart with his own thick ones.

Leaning down and softly kissing the top of your head. While dragging his fingers along your puffy lips, wrapped around the base of his softening cock. Which is keeping his warm cum deep inside of you.

Eren says, “It’s addicting, feeling your soft, squishy pussy gushing around me.” Trailing his fingers up along the puffy curve your lips give to while wrapping around Eren, up to your clit. Softly rub small circles on your clit.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚

Mikasa’s cheeks are a soft pink and her chest is rising and falling with quick short pants. While she comes to a stop, her hips grinding one last time, making against yours. As the double-ended dildo vanishes from sight in between both of you.

The tremble in her muscular legs became a soft quiver. While you flick your tongue over the flat of Mikasa’s budded-up soft pink nipple. The feeling went down to her clit. And she loves the way her breasts squish on your face, covering up to your eyes. While you stare up at her, taking in her jawline covered in red bite marks from you.

Slowly she pulls away and her nipple slips out of your mouth with a loud pop. The fat of her tit ripples from it, the sight making you lick your lips. And you can’t help but grab her breasts, massaging them.

Smiling up at her as you ask, “You with me princess?.” Mikasa always needs a moment to gather herself after she cums. The way she becomes breathless and speechless, with wide starry eyes. It’s one of your favorite things about her.

A few more seconds pass before she softly hums, “Mmm…” her words slur together when she asks you, “Can we sit like this for a little while?” Moving your hands from her breasts to her face, cupping her gently.

Leaning up and softly kissing the tip of her nose and telling her, “Of course princess, we can lay down like this.” Her smile grows as she moves her lips down to yours. While slowly leaning back with her.

Mikasa and you roll over, after your back hits the bed, and she lifts her leg up over your hip, pulling you close. Keeping the long, thick dildo that is connecting both of you inside of her.

Mikasa breaks the kiss, not even pulling away as she mumbles against your lips, “I love being connected like this with you.” She places one of her hands on top of yours, pulling your hand from her face. And lacing her fingers in between yours.

𝐲𝐨𝐫

Biting into her bottom lip while a deep red blush over comes her cheeks. Yor pauses with the towel on top of her head, her attention on your strap-on hanging between your legs. While you sit on the sofa with your legs spread apart.

Slowly Yor makes out, “Oh! You! Uhh, please.” While slowly pulled her towel off her head, letting her long dark hair fall. She bites into her bottom lip, getting too flustered to ask.

Motioning for her to come close, asking her, “Please what?” When the two of you first got together Yor used to get so nervous she couldn’t move. But now she can take small steps towards you, her thick thighs rubbing together.

Standing in front of you and staring at the ground she mumbles, “Please can I sit on your lap, with…” she has to pause for a moment while she covers her face. With her long dark hair had slipped over her shoulders, framing the sides of her deeply blushing face.

Placing your thumb on her clit, softly rubbing small circles. She drops one of her hands to grab your wrist, holding your hand there. As her hips shutter, grinding her clit on her thumb. While you softly say,

“With what?” Trying to coax the rest of the words out of her. With her now looking at you, you grab your dildo and hold it up for her. And the soft whine she makes has your pussy clenching around nothing.

Moving her hand to cup her own cheek, she asks, “With your cock inside of me.” Pulling your hand away, you lean in and softly kiss her clit. Giving her a sloppy open mouth kiss, sucking her soft bud into your mouth. Before pulling away and telling Yor,

“Fill yourself up full of my cock then.”

𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝

White thick cum trails behind Loid’s cock when he slips himself out of you. And the sight of it has Loid pushing himself back into your wet heat. Before he softens up to where he couldn’t use his cock to plug you up.

Loid places his hand on your stomach, pushing down. The added pressure has you feeling every inch of Loid more acutely than before. Groaning loudly as he has to pause for a second. While your soft, wet pussy squeezing him becomes too much for him.

Halfway inside of you, Loid says, “Can’t let my cum leak out, not after you did so well begging for it.” You adore how he looks above you, with his messy blonde hair, soft eyes, and pink cheeks.

Your favorite part is how he bites into his bottom lip when he moves again. Pushing himself balls deep inside of you. And the heavy groans he makes goes straight to your dripping pussy.

You softly whimper, “It feels so warm, I want more of it.” Loid lets go of his bottom lip which is puffy from the number of times he bit into it. And then he moves his hand from your stomach, to your hips.

Rolling onto his back, moving you with him, laughter passes your lips while you rest on top of Loid’s tall, muscular body. He smiles and says, “Do you want me to only cum in your pussy from now on my love?” Loid grabs your hips and squeezes you softly while you plead with him,

“Please, want you to make me a cream pie every time. I’ll be a good girl and earn it however you want me to.” Loid always the strict dom, who enjoys edging you as his way of seeing if you will behave and earn the right to cum. Or if you would give in to your frustration and be a brat for him to discipline.

Moving his hand from your hips, down to your ass. Which he softly cups, enjoying the way your ass feels in his hand. He says to you,

“I know you will. You are going to be such a beautiful Mommy for me and eventually suck the milk out of your breasts as they swell up.”

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Grinding your hips, unable to look away from Suguru’s cock that is trapped between your lips. While your rub your clit on him and when the ridge of his head brushes your clit, you can’t think of anything else but of Suguru’s cock.

Whining, “Please can I sit on your cock.” The needy request has Suguru’s grin stretching into a smirk. Which only makes you whine in frustration as Suguru keeps guiding your hips.

He tells you, “Not until you cum again by rubbing yourself on my cock like the needy little whore you are for me.” After you had finished too quickly the first time, in your eagerness you had forgotten to put on a show. Which left Suguru unsatisfied since he so badly craves seeing the building desperation to have him inside of you.

Begging Suguru, “I can’t need you inside me, please I can’t stand waiting anymore. Please Suga, Please Suga, Pleeeease. I need you inside me, want to feel you.” Guiding your hips up, slipping your clit over his head, and then pushing your hips down.

His thick head catches on your dripping hole. And the way your pussy splits open for him, tightly wrapping around his cock. Cause you to whine,

“SUUUGAANnnnnh!” Staring up at your tall husband with wide eyes, dragging your nails down his chest. Which adds more pink scratches to his chest to the fading ones you created last night. When he had woken you up in the middle of the night, by putting you into a matting press while he pounded into your rougher with each thrust.

You lift your hips, only for Suguru to push your hips back down and keep your hips down. And any attempt to move it made useless in his tight grasp. He then reminds you by saying,

“You told me you can’t cum anymore, so I was thinking we could sit here and cuddle for a little while. Until you can convince me, you can cum some more for me.” You let out a whine as Suguru leans down to press a soft lingering kiss on your forehead. Before he sighs, “I love hearing you whine for me.”

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

It is rare to wake up to Satoru still in bed, with his heavy arm draped around you. And his hard chest pressed against your back. While his cock is hard inside of you, occasionally twitching.

Satoru isn’t very thick, but the soft stretch he gives is noticeable. His hard head rubs your cervix, while he presses teasingly against your sweet spot. And when you squeeze him, Satoru softly whines in his sleep.

Slowly move your hips away, only for his grip around your waist to tighten. Pulling your hips back and burying his cock back inside of you. While he mumbles,

“I’ve been awake for an hour now, just holding you. I wish to have more lazy mornings with you in bed. You feel so soft and warm princess, couldn’t help but need to slip my morning wood inside nngh do that again.” Even so early in the morning, Satoru rambles until you clench around him, distracting him.

Clenching yourself around Satoru repeatedly, he rolls you onto your stomach. Grabbing both of your hands over your head. He lies on top of you, bending his legs, straddling your ass, and keeping himself deep inside of you.

Satoru’s chest is pressing your head into the pillow. While he lays his head on the fluffy pillow above your head. A large grin on his pale pink lips as you slowly turn your head to the side so you can get a breath of air. Which you used to gasp out,

“Mooove please.” Too impatient to wait any longer. Yet Satoru only slips his fingers through yours. While he keeps you pinned the heavy weight of his body and your hands above your head.

Satoru lifts his head up and says, “Can’t understand what your speaking into the pillow!” Before face planting back into the pillow and giving a grinding, teasing roll of his hips. Then becoming still on top of you once more, chuckling as you whine in frustration underneath him.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨

Slowing the pace of your hips, letting go of Shoko’s soft and squishy thighs. And placing a hand next to her head, cupping her cheek with the other hand. Admiring the hazy look on her face while her brown hair, pools underneath her head.

Telling Shoko, “I love seeing you squirt, always so beautiful. The way your eyes roll back and your hips won’t stop jerking. It’s all so beautiful.” You lean forward kissing Shoko’s forehead. While she rubs your sides, slowly trailing her fingertips along the shape of your body.

She sleepily mumbles, “Hmm you have me too tired and hazy to stress about anything.” Smiling while covering Shoko’s face with kisses. And as you are trying to pull away Shoko wraps her legs around your waist.

Hovering above Shoko’s lips and saying, “You want to cock warm down here for a little while. You can’t blame me if I doze off.” Pressing your lips to Shoko’s soft ones. Which still has a bit of the pina-colada-smelling gloss still coating her lips.

Softly whimpering against her lips as she parts hers. Slip your tongue inside her mouth as she moans into your mouth. While you gently grind your hips, shallowly pumping your cock into her sensitive pussy. While she ruts her hips down, making the nub on the inside of the strap-on rub your clit.

Stilling your hips when you break the kiss, catching your breath. While Shoko is heavily breathing underneath you. And you can’t help but lean down and press a kiss on the tip of her nose. Before laying down on top of her.

Burying your face into her neck. While she wraps her arms around you, squeezing you close. Her soft breasts squishing against you. And the thick strap-on makes a bulge in her stomach that you can feel pressing into you.

Shoko softly says, “This is so cozy. I could cock warm with you down here for hours. I love your idea of having these pillows and blankets on the floor in front of this mirror.” The soft lights of the candles and the string of lights on the ceiling add to the softness of the moment. Which she didn’t want to end just yet.

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Your eyes can’t stay open any longer. The soft haziness of the afterglow after he rearranged your guts with both of his cock has you falling fast into a heavy sleep. While your head rests on his chest.

Sukuna had disturbed the little sleep you were getting banging on your door at three in the morning. Interested in a booty call regardless of not saying anything previously. Since he hadn’t planned to show up at yours.

In fact, he had tried to talk himself out of it. But the way your pussy squeezes both of his cocks, taking everything just how he needs to give it. And the cries of his name won’t leave his head.

Softly mumbling, “Why do you have to be addicting? Wake up!” He hates how whiney he is getting at the lack of attention from you. But with you being asleep he allows himself to complain about your human limitations.

Stilling your hips but keeping his grasp on your hips firm. While wrapping one of his top arms around your waist. As he cups the back of your hand with his last free hand. He grumbles,

“I don’t want to be done yet, my cocks are hard. Princess!” Softly shake your sleeping body for a little. While he calls you a nickname, he wouldn’t dare utter it when you are awake.

Sukuna’s cocks throbs inside of you, stretching you out. While he plugs three loads of thick cum deep in you, knowing that he can’t get you pregnant. And when he gets around to lifting your sleepy self off of himself, so much cum is going to trickle out of both your pussy and ass.

Thinking about it is keeping Sukuna’s cocks hard. While he mumbles, “I guess you can sleep on me for a little while. But don’t get used to it.”

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Swirling the wine in his glass while he had his other hand on the top of your head. While you bob your head up and down, deep throating his cock. Gagging around him every time your nose touches the short blonde patch of hair above his cock. Where you pause for a moment.

Your throat squeezes Kento’s thick, veiny cock while he takes a small sip of the wine. His dark eyes focused on you, as you pull out of your mouth inch by inch. Until your lips are wrapping around his fat head.

Swallowing his sip of wine while you swirl your tongue around Kento’s head. He tells you, “Darling you want to sip?” And you pull Kento out of your mouth with a loud pop.

Sitting back on your heels and saying, “Please, baby.” Kento moves his hand from the top of your head, grabbing your jaw lightly. And without him having to tell you, you stick out your tongue as Kento takes a sip.

Kento leans forward to spit the wine into your mouth. Your pussy throbbing as the liquid trickles into your mouth. And when the last drop passes Kento’s lip, he says,

“Swallow and then sit on my cock, since you’re being such a good girl for me tonight. I’ll let you have your reward early.” He leans back into the sofa and holds his large glass of wine aside. While you stand up and straddle his hips.

Softly purrs to Kento, “Thank you, sweetie I love the way your cock feels inside of me. And the wine you picked tastes so good.” You reach down to grab Kento’s cock, holding him up, and lining him up.

Sinking yourself down on him, taking Kento inch by inch. While his grasp on the wine glass tightens. And you lean forward to press soft kisses along his jawline. As his hand settles on your hip, giving you a soft squeeze.

Kento groans, “So good for me darling, with your wet pussy squeezing me just right. You can’t bounce yourself on my cock till I finish my glass of wine. And sadly for you, I’m thinking about pouring a little more into my glass. So I hope you are comfortable.”

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢

The sight of your bulky and often grumpy boyfriend sitting shirtless in his sweats on the sofa. With a cold beer in his hand and a cig between his lips. And based on the slight dampness to his hair, he hadn’t been home long.

The sight of him makes some of the stress rolls off your shoulder. As you ask him bluntly, “Can I sit on your cock?” Toji arches a brow as he blows out a puff of smoke. And then takes a swing of his drink, tilting his head back as he does.

Closing the small gap while he grabs his sweatpants and pushes them down. Kicking them aside while you finish by telling him,

“I need to feel your skin on mine. With your arms around me cuddles. I’m going to fall asleep on you.” You quickly shed your clothes, slipping your underwear off. While Toji sets his beer on the side table next to him.

You reach back to unclasp your bra down to your bra before Toji grabs your hands. Which Toji places by your side and then let’s go. Before he reaches behind you to undo your bra while he says,

“Ok, ma but in an hour thirty I’m waking you up to order some food.” Slipping your straps off your shoulders and leaning forward, gently kiss the marks left behind. While you softly sigh,

“That sounds wonderful, mmm Toji.” He bites down on your shoulder while he pulls you onto his lap. Where he arranges you on his lap, making you straddle him in a way he knows is most comfortable for both of you.

Lightly pinching your nipple between two of his calloused fingers. While he holds his cock up, for you to push yourself down on. You can only take Toji’s fat cock head, before you had to pause, letting yourself get used to his girth.

Toji lets go of your hip to your clit while he toys with your clit, trying to lace the discomfort with pleasure. Since beforehand Toji normally has to prep you with his thick fingers before he can fuck his cum into you.

Softly he hums, “That’s it, take your time with your cock mama.”

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