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Levi was a clean freak, you knew it from the start, which was why the way he sucked your fingers was too good to be true.
[500 words, fluff turned smut, fem!reader]
On your first date, his courteous kiss on the back of your hand. You thought less than nothing of it, thinking the move to be typical of any new boyfriend. If only you knew how much it really meant coming from the germaphobe. In your mind, he was taking things slow. From his perspective, the opposite. Not everyone got that kiss.
Next were the exhausted nights. Sharing his pristine bed with someone, with you, for the first time - Levi found a new way to sign off on the day: intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling the back of your hand to his lips he now moisturizes, and speaking softly against your skin, “Good night, brat.”
Those calm nights were followed by lazy mornings. Before you moved in, Levi was the type to rise at the crack of dawn, go on a run, take a shower, brew a pot of black coffee, and go go go even on the weekends. However, he has since found a sight even more lovely than the sunrise in the angel that sleeps beside him. Instead of jolting out of bed, he entangles you both in sheets, silently insisting the two of you stay for as long as possible. Asking for his opinion on your this and that, you comb your fingers through his hair and cup his cheek in your palm. Pillow talk over the week’s plans, he wraps his grip around your wrist and kisses your hand warm.
You have changed him in countless ways, and as a consequence, he has surprised you that many more times. Particularly, the first time you slept with him.
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