The Easiest Way to Clean - Rivaille/Levi x Reader
It was just another day surviving the titan's wrath. The expedition was tomorrow, and boy were you nervous. You were a newbie to the Special Operations Squad, specially picked by Corporal Rivaille. You respected your squad leader, considering he was humanity's strongest. He was powerful, handsome and strongly believed in discipline but his apathetic, blunt demeanour makes him hard to keep for company. Corporal Rivaille is also completely obsessed with keeping things clean and tidy. Well, his uniform is always spotless every time you see it anyway.
Lunch had finally made it's way to the present time and you made your way to the Mess room, where you found your friends: Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Jean and all the others in the Scouting Legion. It didn't take them long to notice you and before you knew it, they were calling to you to sit next to them. A small, childish smile tugging on the edges of your lips, you slid imbetween Eren and Armin on the bench,
"______, you're finally here! Why are you so late?" Armin inquired curiously as he beamed innocently at you.
"He he, I guess I got caught up in my own thoughts and forgot what I was doing." You shrugged casually. In all honesty, your thoughts were mainly focused on none other than the Corporal himself. You were pondering over your current feelings for him, finally realising you had indeed developed a little "crush" for your superior. Which in this case, him being of high authority and all, made the truth of your love harder to accept. Why would someone like him even like a lower rank like you anyway? You sighed and picked up a small loaf of bread from the plate in front of you, nibbling it slowly.
"Ah, again?" Eren grinned from ear to ear. "Bet you were thinking of a certain short ass called Rivaille!" He chuckled, and some others joined in as you felt your cheeks heat up a little. You punched Jäger lightly on the shoulder, clearly flustered by his comment.
"______, there's no point denying it. We know you have the hots for Corporal." Jean joined in with Eren's taunting. You turned to glare at Jean, who had his elbows leaning on your shoulders. You flicked his fingers, implying him to move before you kicked him where it hurts. Little did you know, the other person involved with this teasing had been watching you this whole time.
Rivaille glanced his eyes over to you, for about the hundredth time this lunch. Hanji noticed this repetitive action and finally decided to act on it.
"He he, looking at _____ again, huh Corporal?" Hanji nudged him in the side with her elbow.
"Shut it, shitty glasses." Rivaille snapped back at her, his cold ice glare cutting daggers through her. But Hanji being Hanji, ignored this "reaction" and just plastered a goofy grin on her face. It was obvious that Rivaille had feelings for _____ stored somewhere inside his heart, it just seemed that he was never going to release those feelings and instead he locked them up, which only caused him more distress.
"You can't hide your feelings forever you know Corporal. It will only make you feel worse." Hanji then got up and left without another word, hoping that that she had maybe pushed Rivaille forwards to confessing to ______. Rivaille knitted his eyebrows together as he thought carefully about his fellow Squad Leader's words. Still concentrating hard, he stole another look at you. You and your friends were laughing, a faint pink tint visible on your cheeks. Maybe Hanji was right. Trying to ignore how he truly felt about _____ was destroying him slowly. He couldn't even finish his paperwork as fast as he used to as his mind always ended up drifting to the thought of you. Standing up, Rivaille strode over to you and pushed Jean out of the way.
"Cadet _____, my office now." He then disappeared from the Mess room.
"Huh? _____, are you in trouble or something?" Armin questioned, confusion written all over his face.
"Or maybe Corporal Rivaille wants to have a little "fun" with _____, in private." Jean smirked.
"S-shut up!" You stuttered, connecting your fist to his stomach, but light enough as to not hurt him that badly. With that, you left to find the Corporal in his office. You knocked on his door hesitantly. "It's _______... You wanted to see me?" Your voice faded out as you heard the Corporal accept your right to enter. You opened the door slowly, revealing Rivaille sitting neatly on his office chair, his grey eyes bored through your head. "Am I- Am I in trouble?"
"No, not at all." He got up, and glided over to you. He was a little taller than you, but not by much. A couple of centimetres at the maximum. "I wanted to tell you somethin-" Suddenly his expression changed. It changed into something similar to disgust and he groaned. "_____, what is that on your face?" His glare deepened.
"My face?" You raise your hand to your cheek unconsciously, searching for the mentioned fault. Rivaille sighed and held his fingers on the bridge of his nose. Before you could touch your face any more, you felt something push against your lips. It was his own lips.
You struggled slightly, until you absorbed the sentiment of this moment and eventually kissed back. Even though you were surprised, you weren't complaining. You've wanted this for so long and it's happening, right here, right now. The unexpected. You felt your superior lick your bottom lip, asking for entry. You rejected his plea to wiggle his tongue into you. He grunted, clearly annoyed. Shock travelled through your body as Rivaille moved downwards and nibbled on your neck. Taking his chance, he went back and traced over your lips, until he slid his tongue into your mouth. His tongue fought against yours in a battle of dominance. Rivaille inevitably won but the only reason you contributed to the fight was because you were scared about how far this would go. As much as this pleasured you, you pulled away for oxygen and to earn the ability to speak again.
"Corporal, we really shouldn't be doing thi-" Rivaille shut you up by slamming one finger against your lips.
"Did I say you could speak?" Oh. So he's using the whole 'I'm the leader here, you do what I tell you to do and nothing otherwise' method.
"Call me Levi. We are no longer just fellow squad acquaintances. Now where were we?" He slipped his tongue back to where it had been previously and continued on from the first kiss. Your brain still could not process what was actually happening. After Rivaille placed more sloppy but passionate kisses on your lips, he stopped and faced you with a plain face.
"There was a crumb on your face. Most likely from that bread earlier." You stood there, star struck. Rivaille turned his back to you but paused his action and swivelled his head. "Oh, and starting from tomorrow, you shall do my daily chores so I can keep tabs on you."
"Anyone who leaves their face as dirty as yours deserves to be punished." He pointed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, ______. Try not to die on the expedition either. That wouldn't be good for either you nor myself." But before he lets you leave, he kisses your cheek lightly, allowing you to leave silently with tinted pink cheeks.