Your enemy, Levi, blackmailed you into writing his essay for him. He said that he'd spread a rumor about something embarassing you didn't do.

You really didn't want that so you just went along with it. You two were together in his room, you at his desk and he behind you. Checking what you're writing. He kept tracing a pattern from your jaw to your neck, running his fingers thru your hair with his other hand as he did so.

Suddenly, he tugs at it. "I wouldn't write it like that, rewrite the sentence."

You just quietly delete the sentence and rewrite it, not giving him the pleasure of ur reaction. He runs his eyes over it and plants a small kiss on your neck. "Good girl."

You're stunned. This felt so wrong yet so right. You manage to keep your attention on the words infront of you. That was until you could feel his lips going lower and lower down your neck and back.