Levi Ackerman Lemon - Phantom Justice

Another one?! I know, I put a Levi lemon up barely two hours ago, but I found another picture and couldn't stop myself! :P
Here's to Levi! Humanities Sexiest soldier! oh no... ! feel like that's another prompt... here we go again!
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                If there was one thing you loved, it was Levi’s face in the morning. Before he woke up and his face settled into its scowl, before his eyes opened and they pierced you with anger, before his lips parted and various insults went flying. You loved him, with all his faults, but you couldn’t help love him like this. Calm, serene, youthful. This was the Levi you would have known if the Titan’s never existed. Thinking that, you frowned. Would you love him the same then? If those angry eyes didn't lighten when he saw you. If he didn’t curse in that low furious voice before throwing you into the sheets. If he didn’t look to you for comfort when everything else had gone wrong. Would you still love him, if he wasn’t your Levi?

                There was a certain warmth you took when you realised that Levi loved you. You were nothing special, a soldier, just like all the others. But out of all of them, through genius Hanji, protégé Mikasa, beautiful Christa and caring Petra, Levi had seen you. What was that saying?

                Nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone.

                Looking at him, you couldn’t help remember how you ended up in this bed. Remembering that, you couldn’t help the pool of desire that settled itself at your core. Levi was a light sleeper, so you had to be careful, but he had been working so hard lately that you were loath to wake him. Laying on your back, your hand drifted over your chest, light touches and flicks that hardened your nipples to standing peaks. You rolled them between your fingers, closing your eyes to see Levi’s smirking face from the night before. Your fingers echoed his, and a faint breath passed your lips that whispered your lover’s name.

                Your free hand ghosted down your body, past your ribs and hipbones, until they dipped tantalizingly at your core. They flinched back as you bit your lip to stop the cry that would have woken the man next to you.

                There was something deliciously erotic about this whole situation, about touching yourself as your lover lay beside you, unaware that you were imagining him. Picturing him hovering beside you, as his fingers rubbed your outer lips. Your fingers pinched the small bundle of nerves, feeling it harden as it pressed between your nimble fingers. Your back arched and you stopped yourself again. This was torment, staying quiet and still weren’t you specialties, especially when your mind was swimming in delectable images of Levi pleasuring you. You slowed your breathing until it was quiet, and then you let your fingers dip into you. Your teeth pulled harshly on your lower lip to prevent the moans as your own fingers curled inside you, twisting and pressing. As your fingers moved faster, you barely noticed the cries leaving your throat, barely registered the name of your lover floating in the air. You were too busy flying in a haze of ecstasy to recognise the hand slithering past your thighs as it encased you own.

                Your eyes flew open as you saw a very awake, and very aroused Levi hovered beside you. His hand lay on top of yours, pressing down harder and making you cry out. “Ah, Levi!”

                His fingers joined yours, and he made a pace that outstripped yours and left you gasping. He guided your fingers into you, stretching you and pushing you to a bliss that you couldn’t reach on your own He pressed a soft, amused kiss to your collarbone before his tongue leisurely stretched out and wrapped around your free nipple.

                “Oh God!” You back arched, craving more attention which he gladly gave you. He sucked at you, pulling at your nipples like a new-born as he continued to dominate you. You had surrendered completely, giving him everything you were. In return, he took you to the peak of bliss, the pinnacle of ecstasy and pushed you from the top, watching you as you unravelled. Your gaze only then the noticed movement of his other hand. Wrapped around his stiff cock, he roughly jerked and pulled at himself, dragging him down to the river of passion you were sinking in. He had woken up to the sight of his gorgeous lover crying his name in a broken voice. He had seen your nimble fingers curling into your heat, pulling at your nipples. He had seen your lips parted and your eyes unseeing as you imagined him above you. His name hung in the air, cried in your complete and utter need for him to rush you to release. He could only appreciate the sight for a moment before he dived in to join you.

                His fingers moved faster now, his tongue thrummed against you, and then, as you were on the brink of the chasm, he pulled you back, completely stopping his movements. You opened your eyes and let out an indignant cry, a cry that merged out of control when he sheathed himself inside you. You fell from that chasm, and kept falling as he thrust into you with rough, calculated thrusts. He could feel you orgasm at it clutched at his cock, threatening to pull him under but he resisted. He would watch this time, as he built you up. He fastened your wrists above your head in his iron grip, giving you a scalding look that said, this orgasm belongs to me. Only he had the power to make you tumble in the fiery throws of ecstasy. He thrusts hard, circling his hips and slamming back into you before you could recover. Your cries are loud, begging for release, a release he is only too happy to give.

                His eyes swam with vibrant colours and all he could see is you as he groans and slams himself to his climax. His lips bury in your neck as he bucks himself into you, drawing out the zinging pleasure that runs throughout you both. You meets his insistent lips with your own and apologise, though you know he was perfectly ok waking up like this, “sorry I woke you up.”

                He growled against your lips, “That was so sexy.” His lips moved against yours, clashing and fighting in a primal need that still captured his body.

                The mere thought of you as you pleasured yourself for him sent his blood rushing, and you felt the hardening on your stomach. Wetness pooled as you thought of his hardened cock taking you again, and you crashed your lips with his.

                Sure, maybe a kind and gentle Levi would be a nice sight to see. A Levi that had never fought Titans, who grew up as a normal person should, but damn it all if you were about to give up the ruthless, callous man above you. You would take this Levi any day, but your mind was pulled back to the present as his eyes gleamed, and you knew that he wasn’t done taking you.