Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

8. it doesn't count during drinking games [minor nsfw]

And yeah, maybe truth or dare is outdated, but it's fun. Everyone's drinking, even Levi (how does he not get drunk? How is that even possible?), and having a good time. You feel settled in for once; you've been on edge from the second you saw your mother, and it's nice to have the house to yourselves and just relax.

It's unlikely you'll get another night like this, so you let yourself enjoy it. You pick more truth cards, nervous of what the dare cards might be (considering the selected cards as of now have been Hitch giving Marlowe an enthusiastic lap dance and Jean and Marco acting out their favorite sex position, which you really didn't need to know), and eventually, you get nagged for it.

"Truth or dare, Angel," Hitch calls, waving her hand at you. "You're next."

With a sigh, you lean forward, reaching for a card in the center of the circle. Levi's hand stays on your waist, pulling you back in once you've picked up one of the truth cards. "Lame," Sasha whines. "You can't always pick truth!"

"We'll do dare next," you say with a roll of your eyes, settling yourself back in your spot next to Levi. "Alright, truth. Where's the..." your face splits into a small smile as you read, "where's the most public place you've had sex?"

These are kind of fun, honestly. Getting to lie and make things up. You look over to Levi, smiling slightly, and you can see that his lips are quirked. "You want to take this one?" he murmurs.

"Ooh," Jean says, grinning. "What, have you guys even ever done it outside the bedroom?"

The two of you haven't done it at all, as a matter of fact, but the comment makes your face heat up anyway. Levi reads your hesitation immediately and his arm around your waist tightens. "Don't have any imagination, Jean?" he asks dryly.

"Yeah, c'mon, Jean," Ymir complains. "Imagination!"

Your cousin rolls his eyes. "Okay, then. Come on. Where?"

"Chemistry lab on campus," Levi says.

Oh, fuck. Heat immediately floods your face and you turn yourself into Levi's shoulder, embarrassed despite it not being true. Sasha laughs; Ymir wolf-whistles. "That's the shit I'm talking about," Hitch says triumphantly. "Look at you, Angel! Who knew you had it in you? See, Marlowe," she continues, turning to her boyfriend. "This is what I want. Let's fuck in your office sometime."

"I don't have an office," Marlowe protests, his cheeks red enough to rival a fire engine.

"Well, now you know what your present is when you do."

"Jean, you go next," you say, cutting off Hitch before she starts to go into graphic detail about what exactly the present in question is.

More truths and more dares roll by: Historia and Ymir have to feed each other vodka shots without using their hands, Hitch admits that she's faked orgasms before and Marlowe looks like someone just killed his puppy, Sasha's dared to lick chocolate syrup off Niccolo's chest (and she has the time of her life doing it), and Marco confesses way too much information about his and Jean's sex life.

When it finally gets back around to you, your cousins are quick to remind you that you said you'd take a dare this time. With a sigh, you reach for the stack of dare cards. "Woo!" Hitch cheers. "Dare time!"

You sit yourself back down in Levi's lap, his fingers tickling your side. "If this is something stupid, I'm not doing it," you warn, reading the card. "Dare: do a..." You trail off. Fuck. 

"How bad?" Levi murmurs, voice soft in your ear. You pass it to him. "Do a... body shot off your partner," he reads, his voice quiet as he finishes the sentence.