anlian, i fell asleep JSJSJS but what if “When I said you needed fluids I didn’t mean coffee.” in smut 👀
JSJSJS Thank you for this request! I thought about this one for a while and I’m sure what I came up with is a side effect of the times we are in. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, darling ❤️️
85. “When I said you needed fluids I didn’t mean coffee.”
Word count: 2500
Tags: NSFW, fluff turned smut, caretaking, fem!reader
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It was the first time this week that the sound did not bother you. All days prior, each and every rap made your head pound. Today, you did not cringe at his arrival - only gleamed. Your voice notably clearer to both yourself and him, you called to the outside, “Come in.”
As expected, it was him with your dinner, exactly half-past six. Regular as his timing was, each time you saw Levi, whether you were expecting him or not, he always managed to take your breath away. You always thought he could never get any better, but seeing that adorable mask on his face, tray of soup, juice, and medicine in hand, that tender concern in steel grey eyes, you could not help but swoon in your seat.
“Hi, honey.” You glowed.
“Hey.” Levi set your meal on the nightstand and pressed his palm to your forehead, gently and deliberately, “Feeling any better?”
“Yeah, definitely!” It was what you said every day - a constant downplaying of your symptoms. Not only did you want to return to regularity, but you also hated feeling like a burden. Since that first sign of sickness, he had practically pinned you to the bed and tended hand and foot. Levi took small breaks throughout his day to bring you soup, tea, tissues, anything you needed - even though you would never ask for it.
Though you always insisted you were fine, today was the first time he believed you. You had either faked it till you made it or his caretaking had worked. Perhaps a combination of both. Levi hooked a finger over his mask and tugged down, a smile glossed his cheeks, “Still in bed, though?”
“I’m just sleeping off the rest of it.” Levi raised one brow, I thought you said you were better. At which, you told the elaborated truth, “Also, I have the rest of my sick day.”
He gazed down towards the floor and shook his head. At least you were honest. Levi raised his hand from your forehead to the top of your hair and gave two pats. “Your secret is safe with me.”
From the stack of pillows, you perched yourself up and smiled. Lifting a finger to your lips, a self-shushing motion, you whispered, “Make no mistake, Levi.” Arms sandwiched your chest, voice dripped with deviance, making him twitch in his stance, “I’m feeling all better - all thanks to you.”
Matching your smirk, Levi plopped himself down at the foot of the bed. Hip sunk the mattress. Shifting sheets underneath him a comforting sound. He placed a hand at your shin, oscillating from upper thigh to ankle and back again. In his eyes, a glimmer. In his voice, a burning, “You look like you could use some fluids.”
You started to laugh but breath caught in your throat, resulting in a few lingering coughs. You brought your hand to your neck and rubbed. Now that he mentions it… “Maybe you could get me some coffee?”
Ignition cut. Fire fell. Confusion cute. “Coffee?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “I think it’d feel really good right now.”
Levi gave a slow blink, “… right.” Fingers dwindled on your skin as he stood back up. More than ready to give you some relief, he would do whatever it took.
An uncharacteristic slow in his pace made your brows knit. Unusual hesitancy urged you to reach an arm out and ask, What’s wrong? He spoke first, though. Hand around the doorknob, before he left, he turned back to you. The command in his eyes sent chills down your spine. “Don’t move a muscle.”
// // //
You did as you were told until three sharp knocks, faster this time, prompted you. “Come in.”
In his trademark hold, a mug of hot coffee. The hue told: he had made it exactly how you liked it. Thirsty gaze followed the steam - rising through his slender fingers, in front of his clothed chest, over his reddening face. Your lips parted. No amount of steam was enough to stew the heat you saw in him now.
“Levi,” you wondered, “are you sick?” The care in your voice touching to say the least.
Jaw strong as he spoke, “Not at all.”
“You look like you have a fever.”
Cheek tinged upward, “I guess you could say that.”
As he approached, you stared at him blatantly. His demeanor was strange - tried but not tired, both warm and hot, sympathetic and sultry. Levi rejoined you on the bed, closer this time. Instead of placing the cup in your hands, he lifted the brim to your lips. Hand tangled in your hair tilted you back. Searing liquid angled to skim over your tongue and flow down your throat. He had been taking care of you all week, but this was so much more than that. Your cold was completely gone, but he was giving you more attention now than ever. You swallowed, insides heated from more than just the beverage.
“Mmm…” tongue pushed the mug from your mouth before licking up the drops of cream from your lips. You moaned, “that hits the spot.”
Levi grit his teeth. Whether you were trying to be a tease or not, it was working - working too well. Knee first, then hands, he crawled closer and closer until reaching a hover over you. Foreheads pressed together. Tips of noses met. Mint breath tickled your lips as he snarled, “When I said you needed fluids, I didn’t mean coffee.”
His advance was sudden, but not unwelcome. Two blinks, double-checking. Still, he was there with an over it look in his eyes. You sputtered, “H-Huh?”
Composure unraveling, eyes bore into you as voice turned breathless. “You look like you need…” a series of pants interrupted himself, “some TLC.”
Suddenly, the flame that had been building within you - not just today, but throughout the whole week of abstinence - its spark had been struck. “I…” you gulped, “I could use that, I think.”
Levi caressed your shoulder, closed his eyes, and began to lean in. You started to as well, but stopped yourself. While you placed your hand to his chest, you did not push back. It was an empty effort, saving face, releasing liability, “I just… I don’t want you to catch anything.”
Levi chuckled under his breath - such a particular way made your hands curl between your thighs. “You think a little bug is going to stop me?”
Through messy bangs, Levi peeked up to you. While his gaze was solid, your pupils flickered with overt concern, only infatuating him even more. So fucking cute.
“Just relax, sweetheart.” Hips began to grind. Canvas pants met pajama sweats, making friction where it mattered most. “I want to make you feel better.”
Both of your considerations were wavering, lust clouding over logic. You hooked your elbow at the back of his undercut, bringing his lips dangerously close to your own. “I - I want that, too.”
// // //
Levi was known to have perfect reads. No matter the setting, his perception always came through. When he said you needed tender love and care, his diagnosis was spot-on. After days without his touch, after days of sickened agony, the pleasure he provided felt even better - a feat you never felt possible.
He was careful to avoid your lips but indulged everywhere else. Kissing your forehead, sucking your neck - pinching your nipples, rubbing your folds. The way he lifted you into his lap with both utmost care and dire passion made your heart swell and core swirl. He was babying you, yet, you felt more womanly than ever. Sweaty hands clawed at his back, drawing him closer. Fingers woven through his hair pulled his mouth to your breast.
He had been so good to you, too good, you wanted to let him know, “It feels…” you moaned, “It feels good, Levi.”
Little did you know, he felt the same way. All those nights of no sleep, sweating through the sheets, living off of broths yet having no appetite - not feeling these symptoms himself but watching you suffer through them. It hurts me more than it hurts you. Rare was the instance that he felt powerless, but no matter how many tissues he fetched you, soups he fed you, baths he ran you, the results - if any - were too small and too slow for his liking. Now, seeing you melt so easily at each and every touch - his efforts so directly and drastically bettering your state - he was just as relieved as you were to feel that change.
With you still in his mouth, he snickered. “You have no idea, sweetheart.”
As tired as you were, you did not let it thwart you. Hand descended down your bodies, grabbing hold of his arousal and pressing it to yours. Arms rested beside his neck, calves dug into the bed, giving you the leverage to grind your hips against his. Both of you so touch-starved, even just this frottage had both of you gasping against and leaking onto the other.
And as much as he loved it, you were working too hard. He wanted you, your relief, your release, entirely in his control. Right hand at your heart. Left hand at your nape. Levi reclined you off of his lap: head to the pillow, back to the bed. “Lie down, darling.” Once sound, he sauntered down your body until he landed between your legs. Shoulders met the back of your thighs, propping you up to his mouth. Calloused hands glossed over your navel, making you tremble in his hold. Turning into your soft skin, he spoke against your inner thigh, “I’ll take good care of you.”
Mouth gaped as you watched him work. It was as if he was unwrapping the present that had been sitting under the tree all season, yet, keeping in mind the potential that there might be something delicate inside. Slender fingers hitched around your waistband, looping pants and panties past and off your ankles. Though you tried to suppress your shivers, he picked them up immediately. Seductive tone nearly vanished, replaced by the one he used when he tucked you in, scratched your back, and nursed you back to health. “You cold?”
“N-No…” you stammered. “P’Please…” begging now, “keep going, Levi!”
Levi bit his teeth, delighted, not needing to be told twice. Dry fingers made a contrast to your sopping wet, resulting in a stickiness that made your back arch at every movement. Touching you, playing you, pleasing you for the first time in far too long, he had no idea who was having more fun. Pure satisfaction written all over his face, yet, you could not see it - him having already submit himself entirely to you. While his face was buried, breathless moans, hasty licks, and perfect dance gave you more than just a glimpse - painting the perfect picture.
Ears picked up a foreign sopping sound, but in the throes of overstimulation, you could not spare it a single thought. Tantalizing teeth scraped your sides, soothed religiously by moistened tongue. Exhales spent on you, wisped air only edged you further. You could not even handle his mouth, but hardworking hands broke down your walls. Hardened nipples squeezed by nails, massaged by fingertips. Fingers snuck past your folds, exploring areas deep within - ones that had not been loved in a while. Relentless grip on your skin a silent reminder, don’t move a muscle.
You tossed your face to the side, smothering yourself in the pillow. After a long spell of rest, something within you had been deeply awakened. Its climax was not only cascading but completely crashing. The dam of defense he had built up, he was exactly the one who knew how to tear it down. Floodgates were opened, roles reversed: when faced with these symptoms, you were now the one powerless to stop them. A taste of your own medicine.
Dopamine released, it was the honey in your tea, the weighted blanket over your body, the warm hold he held you in then and now. Writhing against the sheets, you sweat through them yet again - though this time, with pleasure over pain and with countless cries of his name.
Peeling himself back, slickened face made eye contact with your disheveled appearance. It was your own body, your own doing, but all of it still took you by surprise. No matter how long you had been together, no matter all that you had gone through, the fact of the matter remained: I just … came on his face. You thought you could never be embarrassed, but that was before releasing all over humanity’s strongest. That embarrassment was short-lived, though, soon overtaken by surprise, as pink lips painted white licked around themselves, savoring each ounce of your taste.
Looking down to your lap, he was just as much a mess as you were. Chest heaving, skin flushed, pupils dilated. Palms stationed from your torso to chest to beside your head. Once again propped over you, though this time, for just a second. Levi lowered himself to you as he had a hundred times before, but for the first time this week.
“Le-!” A meaningless protest. You wanted it. He wanted it. Consequences invisible. Levi pressed his lips hard and fast against yours. The blend of your own taste with his, instantly, you knew, this was well worth whatever caretaking responsibilities faced you in his week ahead. You would have no regrets. As his tongue dipped down your throat, though, your passing thought, Will he?
Pulling away for just a second, his hand on your cheek kept you close. Whether he calculated the risk or not, his action was definite. “I -” Sloppy dive back in was evidence of his longing, “I can’t help myself.”
// // //
Orange sunrise out your window. Its symbolism was opposite to both of you.
This was the first one you had been awake to see in a while. Until today, you had been sleeping till noon, and even then, you still felt tired. Today, pink, purple, watercolor sky drank up all your worries, serving as a wholesome notice, You’re healed.
Levi, on the other hand, saw today’s sky differently. Last night, the moment you passed out was the moment his throat started to burn, nose started to itch, and chest started to ache. Each cough, sneeze, and sniffle, he tensed up thinking it would wake you. While you slept soundly, he was not permitted even a second of rest. To him, this scene was a rude realization, You’re really in trouble.
Having stayed up till sunrise, Levi groaned, “Ugh, shit…”
Fist rubbed away the sleep in your eyes, focus revived to find his sorry state. Levi had stripped himself down, yet bundled himself in covers. A shimmer of sweat encased his body, but a series of shivers seized it. Face was tinged pink, but everywhere else a stark pale.
He looked absolutely pathetic, yet, he had only done this to himself. Pity and amusement combined as did a whimper and a chuckle, “Would you look at that? My cold is all gone.” Petting his head, you teased, “How could that be?”
Levi sniffed, rubbing his nose with his wrist, “Sh-Shut up…” he sighed. “I have a headache.”
“Oh?” Intrigue in your voice made his brows arch, lips part, blush deepen, even more so when you pivoted from your side of the bed to his, hovered over him, and lowered your mouth to his body, “I think I know just the cure.”
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