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♛ Author's Note: Strong language. Reader is over 18.

The sound of chattering and white noise quickly faded from your ears as you walked out of the cafeteria. You'd had a long day, and you decided to go to bed early to get in a few more hours of rest.

“Psst, (F/n),” someone whispered. You immediately stopped and looked around, searching for the source of the voice. Your eyes locked on the door of the closest room. The door was slightly cracked and a hand summoned you through the narrow opening.

You sighed and walked into the room, running your hand lazily through your hair.

“What is it, you guys?” you questioned in annoyance. Your friends all sat around in a sloppy circle, and Mikasa motioned for you to join the group.

“Did anyone else see you?” Ymir asked.

“No,” you replied bluntly.

“Okay then,” Ymir spoke, “That's everyone. I called you all here because Christa and I overheard the guys talking about sneaking out.” Everyone’s eyes widened. A bunch of hushed questions circulated the room. Frigid and sleepy, you raised your voice over everyone's whispers.

“So what? If they want to get their asses kicked by Levi, that’s their choice.”

“Yeah, well . . .” Ymir grinned, “what if we pulled a prank on them?”

Your features lit up.

“What were you thinking?”

****

You, Sasha, Christa, Ymir, and Mikasa waited by the window in an abandoned room two floors above the boys' quarters. You and Mikasa gripped the edges of a large bucket, waiting in silence.

And what was in that bucket, you ask?

Five gallons of freezing cold water.

After waiting around for a while, you heard a window carefully creak open and the sound of the boys below you snickering and whispering not-so-quietly. You rolled your eyes to yourself. Idiots.

“Alright, on three,” signaled Ymir, “One . . . Two . . . Three!”

You and Mikasa hauled the bucket off the ground and released its contents through the window, watching the icy water fall in slow motion, drenching the guys from head to toe. They all gasped in unison, taking a few seconds to register what happened. Coughing and sputtering, a few of them inspected the area to find the culprit. Jean spotted the six of you laughing hysterically by the window and shot his forefinger up in your direction.

“Up there!” he shouted.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed under your breath. You yanked the bucket from Mikasa’s hands and chucked it at Jean, hitting him on the head and knocking him over.

Holding in a snort, Eren yelled, “Let’s get ‘em!” and raised his fist above his head, earning shouts of agreement from the other guys. You turned around to your friends, the color draining from your face.

“Run.”

Everyone scrambled away from the window and sped off in different directions, leaving you to fend for yourself. You sprinted out the door and ran down the corridors, looking for a hiding spot. Your heart pounded through your chest, and adrenaline filled you with excitement. It wouldn’t be long before the guys caught up.

You heard some loud, fast footsteps, followed by an obnoxious shriek from Sasha.

Stopping in your tracks, you snickered, turned around and ran back in the other direction.

You continued to run down random corridors, hearing the occasional shout or scream echoing throughout the halls. You even heard someone being reprimanded by a superior for being out past curfew. It was easy to tell where NOT to go judging by the wet footsteps scattered along the floors. After a while of sprinting down long stretches and casually trying to avoid your demise, your breath became rugged and uneven, and you stopped, placing your hands on your knees. You panted and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

The sound of footsteps slowly approached you from behind.

“Wow, (F/n), you're pretty out of shape for someone with such a hot body,” said a smug voice. You turned around and found yourself face to face with the infamous Jean Kirschtein. You smirked evilly.

“I'm going to try and ignore the second part of that statement so I can follow you up with a response," you remarked, stopping for a moment to devise an escape plan. "I hope you realize how hypocritical of a comment that was, considering you haven't managed to catch me yet."

Jean took a second to think about what you just said.

"Wait, does this mean you think I have a hot body-"

Immediately you ran full-speed towards him, catching him off guard. He made a feeble attempt to grab you, but you gracefully front flipped over him.

"Keep dreaming, horse face!" you yelled behind you as you sped off.

You sprinted down the halls once more, breath still rugged but under control. Jean hurried after you but you were lightning fast, and you lost him in the building's maze of halls. You came across a seemingly undiscovered corridor and rushed toward it, searching around for a hiding spot. Jean’s footsteps started to get louder.

You cussed inwardly. You hurried to the nearest door and shoved yourself inside, closing it with a soft click.

You let out a relieved sigh and caught your breath. You looked around the extremely tidy, candle-lit room and noticed the sound the shower water running. That’s when you realized two things:
1.) You just unknowingly entered Corporal Levi's bedroom.
2.) The corporal was currently showering in the room next to you.

Abruptly, the water shut off, throwing you into a panic. You frantically searched for a place to hide, and, with no time to spare for thinking, you slid under his bed and pushed yourself all the way back against the wall. You waited silently in fear when the bathroom door creaked open slowly, gracing the room with rays of light.

Levi exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist.

You held your breath. Holy shit.

You cherished what parts of the corporal your current position allowed you to see. Sweet jolly mother of fuck. All of Levi's body excluding everything above his chest was visible - droplets of water slowly trickled down the corporal’s perfect abs, gleaming in the room’s dim lighting. Your eyes slid downward to his extremely defined, v-shaped pelvic muscles. The toned lines of Levi's body became even more evident when he stretched his back out, all while he released a sigh that hit an octave so low you thought you'd go deaf from such an earth-shattering eargasm.

He turned around to grab some clothes from his dresser, and you caught a glimpse of his perfectly postured spine accompanied by the sexy back muscles that stuck out in different ways with every motion of his arms.

He re-entered the bathroom and returned with a dry towel and his pants on, and he ran the towel along his collarbone and chest.

You were positive that you just became the luckiest girl in the fucking world. You got to see the sexiest human being within the walls half naked and glimmering in candle-lit shower water. If a Titan broke through the front of the building right now and began devouring you slowly from head-to-toe, you wouldn’t mind. You could die a happy soul.

“Enjoying the view, asshole?” Levi’s voice rang out. Every cell in your body abruptly froze. Levi walked over to the bed and crouched down, meeting your eyes with his steely gaze. “Would you mind explaining what the fuck you’re doing under my bed, (F/n)?” he inquired with a rigid voice. You coughed awkwardly and slithered out from your hiding spot.

“Eheh . . . well you see, sir,” you answered nervously, standing up, “I was being chased down the halls and needed I place to hide.” You cleared your throat and continued, “. . . And I, uh, stumbled across your bedroom door.” Your gaze flicked to his chest and back up to his face, and he narrowed his eyes at you. You thought he was going to murder you or something, but instead he just turned around and grabbed his towel, ruffling it through his hair.

“Well, then,” he said, his back facing you, “I guess you'll have to stay here tonight. After all, we wouldn’t want you getting caught,” he said casually, but you caught the inflection of mischievousness in his tone of voice. Your eyes widened in utter confusion.

“Wait . . . what?”

“Did I stutter?” Levi challenged, finishing off his hair.

“Well, uh, no . . .” you responded, “but-”

“You're sleeping here tonight.” He drew a blanket from his drawers and tossed it right at your face.

Were you dreaming? You tugged the blanket from your head and scratched the back of your neck, pausing for a few seconds.

“If . . . If you don’t mind me asking, sir . . . why is it so important that I spend the night here?” you pressed. Levi let out an irritated sigh and turned to you.

“Take a hint, (F/n)." The bewildered look on your face was your only answer. He exhaled in defeat. “It’s because I like you, idiot.”

Yep. You were definitely dreaming.

"Yeah, so, uh . . . I'm gonna kiss you then," you stated, watching as Levi's pupils widened.

You gently rested your hands on Levi’s bare shoulders, tugging slowly at him and connecting your lips with his. He kissed you back, matching your pace. He ran his fingers through your hair and you placed your hands on his bare chest, relishing in the calmness of his warmth but also noticing the feeling of excitement that you attributed his firm kisses and masculine scent. You couldn't control your body at this point, but you were surprised to find yourself initiating a faster speed when your fingers clutched at his damp hair and you brought him closer.

“(F/n),” he breathed between kisses, the vibrations of his deep voice rattling your bones harmoniously. Levi leisurely slid his hands down your sides, stopping at your thighs in order to lift you up. You followed his silent command like it was coded into your brain, wrapping your legs around him and continuing to kiss him hungrily. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down gently, caging you in, with both of his hands firmly planted onto the sheets.

The two of you pulled away for air, Levi watching your face intently while your parted lips let out sweet sighs, your eyes half closed in intoxication.

“Levi?” you asked quietly.

“Hmm?”

“. . . I like you, too,” You confessed. The side of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Tch. Brat,” he responded, kissing you on the forehead. Your eyelids threatened to close, and Levi seemed to notice this, because he gave up on trying to take things any further. He moved next to you and wrapped his arm around you, providing you with a calming heat all while the tiring events of the day persuaded you to drift away.

Levi shifted slightly to bring his lips close to your ear, whispering, “Oi, (F/n).”

“Hmmm?” you replied sleepily.

“A week of kitchen duty for being out past curfew.”

You smiled to yourself as your essence succumbed to a peaceful darkness.

Description
♛ Author's Note: Strong language. Reader is over 18.

The sound of chattering and white noise quickly faded from your ears as you walked out of the cafeteria. You'd had a long day, and you decided to go to bed early to get in a few more hours of rest.

“Psst, (F/n),” someone whispered. You immediately stopped and looked around, searching for the source of the voice. Your eyes locked on the door of the closest room. The door was slightly cracked and a hand summoned you through the narrow opening.

You sighed and walked into the room, running your hand lazily through your hair.

“What is it, you guys?” you questioned in annoyance. Your friends all sat around in a sloppy circle, and Mikasa motioned for you to join the group.

“Did anyone else see you?” Ymir asked.

“No,” you replied bluntly.

“Okay then,” Ymir spoke, “That's everyone. I called you all here because Christa and I overheard the guys talking about sneaking out.” Everyone’s eyes widened. A bunch of hushed questions circulated the room. Frigid and sleepy, you raised your voice over everyone's whispers.

“So what? If they want to get their asses kicked by Levi, that’s their choice.”

“Yeah, well . . .” Ymir grinned, “what if we pulled a prank on them?”

Your features lit up.

“What were you thinking?”

****

You, Sasha, Christa, Ymir, and Mikasa waited by the window in an abandoned room two floors above the boys' quarters. You and Mikasa gripped the edges of a large bucket, waiting in silence.

And what was in that bucket, you ask?

Five gallons of freezing cold water.

After waiting around for a while, you heard a window carefully creak open and the sound of the boys below you snickering and whispering not-so-quietly. You rolled your eyes to yourself. Idiots.

“Alright, on three,” signaled Ymir, “One . . . Two . . . Three!”

You and Mikasa hauled the bucket off the ground and released its contents through the window, watching the icy water fall in slow motion, drenching the guys from head to toe. They all gasped in unison, taking a few seconds to register what happened. Coughing and sputtering, a few of them inspected the area to find the culprit. Jean spotted the six of you laughing hysterically by the window and shot his forefinger up in your direction.

“Up there!” he shouted.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed under your breath. You yanked the bucket from Mikasa’s hands and chucked it at Jean, hitting him on the head and knocking him over.

Holding in a snort, Eren yelled, “Let’s get ‘em!” and raised his fist above his head, earning shouts of agreement from the other guys. You turned around to your friends, the color draining from your face.

“Run.”

Everyone scrambled away from the window and sped off in different directions, leaving you to fend for yourself. You sprinted out the door and ran down the corridors, looking for a hiding spot. Your heart pounded through your chest, and adrenaline filled you with excitement. It wouldn’t be long before the guys caught up.

You heard some loud, fast footsteps, followed by an obnoxious shriek from Sasha.

Stopping in your tracks, you snickered, turned around and ran back in the other direction.

You continued to run down random corridors, hearing the occasional shout or scream echoing throughout the halls. You even heard someone being reprimanded by a superior for being out past curfew. It was easy to tell where NOT to go judging by the wet footsteps scattered along the floors. After a while of sprinting down long stretches and casually trying to avoid your demise, your breath became rugged and uneven, and you stopped, placing your hands on your knees. You panted and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

The sound of footsteps slowly approached you from behind.

“Wow, (F/n), you're pretty out of shape for someone with such a hot body,” said a smug voice. You turned around and found yourself face to face with the infamous Jean Kirschtein. You smirked evilly.

“I'm going to try and ignore the second part of that statement so I can follow you up with a response," you remarked, stopping for a moment to devise an escape plan. "I hope you realize how hypocritical of a comment that was, considering you haven't managed to catch me yet."

Jean took a second to think about what you just said.

"Wait, does this mean you think I have a hot body-"

Immediately you ran full-speed towards him, catching him off guard. He made a feeble attempt to grab you, but you gracefully front flipped over him.

"Keep dreaming, horse face!" you yelled behind you as you sped off.

You sprinted down the halls once more, breath still rugged but under control. Jean hurried after you but you were lightning fast, and you lost him in the building's maze of halls. You came across a seemingly undiscovered corridor and rushed toward it, searching around for a hiding spot. Jean’s footsteps started to get louder.

You cussed inwardly. You hurried to the nearest door and shoved yourself inside, closing it with a soft click.

You let out a relieved sigh and caught your breath. You looked around the extremely tidy, candle-lit room and noticed the sound the shower water running. That’s when you realized two things:
1.) You just unknowingly entered Corporal Levi's bedroom.
2.) The corporal was currently showering in the room next to you.

Abruptly, the water shut off, throwing you into a panic. You frantically searched for a place to hide, and, with no time to spare for thinking, you slid under his bed and pushed yourself all the way back against the wall. You waited silently in fear when the bathroom door creaked open slowly, gracing the room with rays of light.

Levi exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist.

You held your breath. Holy shit.

You cherished what parts of the corporal your current position allowed you to see. Sweet jolly mother of fuck. All of Levi's body excluding everything above his chest was visible - droplets of water slowly trickled down the corporal’s perfect abs, gleaming in the room’s dim lighting. Your eyes slid downward to his extremely defined, v-shaped pelvic muscles. The toned lines of Levi's body became even more evident when he stretched his back out, all while he released a sigh that hit an octave so low you thought you'd go deaf from such an earth-shattering eargasm.

He turned around to grab some clothes from his dresser, and you caught a glimpse of his perfectly postured spine accompanied by the sexy back muscles that stuck out in different ways with every motion of his arms.

He re-entered the bathroom and returned with a dry towel and his pants on, and he ran the towel along his collarbone and chest.

You were positive that you just became the luckiest girl in the fucking world. You got to see the sexiest human being within the walls half naked and glimmering in candle-lit shower water. If a Titan broke through the front of the building right now and began devouring you slowly from head-to-toe, you wouldn’t mind. You could die a happy soul.

“Enjoying the view, asshole?” Levi’s voice rang out. Every cell in your body abruptly froze. Levi walked over to the bed and crouched down, meeting your eyes with his steely gaze. “Would you mind explaining what the fuck you’re doing under my bed, (F/n)?” he inquired with a rigid voice. You coughed awkwardly and slithered out from your hiding spot.

“Eheh . . . well you see, sir,” you answered nervously, standing up, “I was being chased down the halls and needed I place to hide.” You cleared your throat and continued, “. . . And I, uh, stumbled across your bedroom door.” Your gaze flicked to his chest and back up to his face, and he narrowed his eyes at you. You thought he was going to murder you or something, but instead he just turned around and grabbed his towel, ruffling it through his hair.

“Well, then,” he said, his back facing you, “I guess you'll have to stay here tonight. After all, we wouldn’t want you getting caught,” he said casually, but you caught the inflection of mischievousness in his tone of voice. Your eyes widened in utter confusion.

“Wait . . . what?”

“Did I stutter?” Levi challenged, finishing off his hair.

“Well, uh, no . . .” you responded, “but-”

“You're sleeping here tonight.” He drew a blanket from his drawers and tossed it right at your face.

Were you dreaming? You tugged the blanket from your head and scratched the back of your neck, pausing for a few seconds.

“If . . . If you don’t mind me asking, sir . . . why is it so important that I spend the night here?” you pressed. Levi let out an irritated sigh and turned to you.

“Take a hint, (F/n)." The bewildered look on your face was your only answer. He exhaled in defeat. “It’s because I like you, idiot.”

Yep. You were definitely dreaming.

"Yeah, so, uh . . . I'm gonna kiss you then," you stated, watching as Levi's pupils widened.

You gently rested your hands on Levi’s bare shoulders, tugging slowly at him and connecting your lips with his. He kissed you back, matching your pace. He ran his fingers through your hair and you placed your hands on his bare chest, relishing in the calmness of his warmth but also noticing the feeling of excitement that you attributed his firm kisses and masculine scent. You couldn't control your body at this point, but you were surprised to find yourself initiating a faster speed when your fingers clutched at his damp hair and you brought him closer.

“(F/n),” he breathed between kisses, the vibrations of his deep voice rattling your bones harmoniously. Levi leisurely slid his hands down your sides, stopping at your thighs in order to lift you up. You followed his silent command like it was coded into your brain, wrapping your legs around him and continuing to kiss him hungrily. He carried you over to his bed and laid you down gently, caging you in, with both of his hands firmly planted onto the sheets.

The two of you pulled away for air, Levi watching your face intently while your parted lips let out sweet sighs, your eyes half closed in intoxication.

“Levi?” you asked quietly.

“Hmm?”

“. . . I like you, too,” You confessed. The side of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Tch. Brat,” he responded, kissing you on the forehead. Your eyelids threatened to close, and Levi seemed to notice this, because he gave up on trying to take things any further. He moved next to you and wrapped his arm around you, providing you with a calming heat all while the tiring events of the day persuaded you to drift away.

Levi shifted slightly to bring his lips close to your ear, whispering, “Oi, (F/n).”

“Hmmm?” you replied sleepily.

“A week of kitchen duty for being out past curfew.”

You smiled to yourself as your essence succumbed to a peaceful darkness.