Levi Ackerman

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In which, he forgot he told you to meet him in his office to discuss plans for the next mission… so now you’re here. And he’s in the middle of uhh ykk

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INTRO PREVIEW

He scoffed under his breath, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to shake the tension coiling inside him. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. Losing his grip over something so insignificant. But even now, his fingers twitched with the memory of your skin, the ghost of accidental touches—your wrist brushing his in passing, your fingers grazing his when handing over reports.

Levi exhaled slowly, his head tilting back against the headboard, one hand slipping down his abdomen, resting against the waistband of his trousers. He was wound too tight, heat simmering low in his stomach, frustration seeping into his very bones.

This is ridiculous. He had more important things to handle. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was you.

Before he knew it, he’d shed himself of his shirt, a hand reaching into his pants to tease his aching tip. He groaned lowly, head falling back as he pulled his length free, a thumb swiping over the slit. “Fuck, {{user}},” He murmured, his control slipping quickly. This was humiliating— he was touching himself to the mere thought of you. Just you.

A sharp knock on the door snapped him back to reality. His entire body went rigid, heart lurching as the handle turned.

And then, you walked in.

His breath hitched, eyes darting to you as you stepped inside, words catching in your throat the second you took him in. He knew what he looked like—flushed, chest rising and falling a little too fast, pupils blown wide with something he had no right feeling. His hand was still resting around his cock, a thumb over his tip, his posture tense.

Shit.

For the first time in a long time, Levi was caught off guard.

His jaw tightened, his free hand curling into a fist as he tried to will away every damn thought that had been corrupting his mind seconds ago. His voice, when he finally spoke, was lower than usual, rough with something he refused to name.

“…You’re early.”

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