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ackervida · 4 years

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Levi x Pole Dancer! Reader (F) Customer Retention

genre: SMUT

summary: in which you are a pole dancer and you try to impress Levi, a new customer.

tw: kinda rough sex i guess?

wc: 8,284

The stench of heavy liquor, burnt cigarettes, and strong perfume enter Levi’s nostrils harshly. No matter how many times Hange tries to convince him to tag along to places like this, he just can’t get accustomed to the smell. Or maybe he doesn’t want to.

Hange keeps bugging him post-work to come with them to this notoriously famous nightclub within the city that Erwin goes to. As uninterested as he is, he decides to give it a shot. Seeing as he rarely ever accepts the redhead’s invitations, it might actually be a good place to unwind for all he knows. He’s been to a fair amount of bars, yes, but nightclubs with plays? First time, really.

Once they’ve chosen their seats, they order drinks of their own preferences. The booming music pounds along with the cool-toned lights, while by his right side, there’s a small but big enough stage to fit in five strippers shaking their asses relentlessly to the whims of the customers. Some of them hang on a pole, torsos completely naked, bottoms barely clothed with only thongs covering their souls. Levi can only look at them with a stone cold face, impassive but unbothered.

Hange starts to babble with her work stories of the day as they all drink their shots. Levi only listens, observing the surroundings every now and then. He notices a bunch of men throwing their money at the women and he scoffs. What a mess. Is that really how they pay people in this place?

He looks around, not paying attention to his coworkers. There’s a bar counter by the far left and a bigger stage in the very front with a lone pole built in the center. He thinks for a moment what use is two separate stages with the same purpose but completely dismisses the thought the next second.

An hour passes by like years in Levi’s perspective, and his boredom only grows as he sips on his cold rum. He really tried his best to relate to the hype everyone says, but the whole setting just doesn’t fit his liking. He doesn’t really see anything special to the place, he’d rather go home and rest. He wouldn’t say it was worth the shot.

“I’m out of here,” he says, drinking the last of his liquor before fishing out his wallet to leave his tip. “Oh, come on, shorty, the night is still young! Don’t be such a joy kill!” Hange whines, not pleased with her friend leaving so soon. Erwin only grunts in agreement, while his other coworkers try to keep him from leaving. “Already?” Gunther complains along with Oluo, clearly displeased.

Levi pays them no attention, though, as he continues to get a twenty dollar bill from his wallet, readying himself of his withdrawal. But as if on perfect cue, the lights change into warmer colors and a slower, sensual trance begins to play. The strippers of the smaller stage from a while ago have already made their exit.

“Stay, Levi. I have a feeling you might want to see her,” Erwin advices. Being a regular customer every once in a while, he knows well what this club is renowned for.

“Her?” Hange muses, tone full of curiosity, voicing out the same question inside Levi’s head.

“You’ll see,” he only says, leaving the redhead on the edge of her seat.

The audience eagerly claps like they’re expecting something, rather, someone, highly anticipated. The commotion is enough to pique Levi’s interest even just for a short while. “No rainmaking until after the performance!” someone announces. You personally do not like having money thrown at you while dancing. You prefer your stage tidy, with no bills scattered around as you perform.

A couple newcomers jeer to the rule, displeased, but are utterly silenced once a woman in her mid twenties enters the big stage wearing nothing but a suede bikini of a beautiful magenta color, with rhinestones as the straps that glisten brightly under the light. Silver glowing killer heels the height of seven inches, you slowly strut your way to the middle, legs stretching in and out almost professionally, if that’s even possible.

Everyone cheers for your entrance and you start to sway your hips tantalizingly, smiling a little to yourself of pure satisfaction. Your body moves in harmony with the music, smooth as silk.

As you move exquisitely according to your own choreography, you feel an unfamiliar piercing gaze, like it’s from someone you have never encountered before, yet already so intrigued by the whole of you. Curious, you run your eyes over the crowd carefully and keenly, all the while maintaining your character. And then, your search stops at a table of five. It’s where the gaze is coming from. Though two men are ogling at you in a lecherous manner, that’s not what you felt the whole time. Your soft eyes dart on the man wearing a plain white dress shirt, the top buttons undone in a seemingly unintentional sexy manner.

A new customer.

The corners of your lips upturns into a seductive smirk as you continue to sway your hips and whip your hair, limbs falling to the right places and never breaking eye contact with the man of jet black hair and menacing eyes of steel grey. His velvet lips are pressed into a thin line along with a fierce, raunchy stare enough to turn your knees to jelly, but you wouldn’t want that. Not now that you’re finally convinced to impress said man.

You’re very well looking like a dangerous lioness in her natural habitat, and Levi’s not entirely sure how he feels about it. The way you bore into his eyes your own with a permanent sultry gaze, rendering him silent and fascinated. He’s never saw someone so wild yet be able to be so subtle about it. Every little move you make is sending the slightest shivers through his spine, and he’s never felt more… prurient.

You lick your teeth deliciously as you lock your eyes on the mysterious man. Dragging and sliding your feet on the floor, you could feel his profound aura eating up the atmosphere, driving you to great enthusiasm. You run your hands down your love handles and spin your head erotically, finally letting go of the staredown contest.

You turn your back at the crowd and raise your hands above your head, dragging your fingertips along your right arm. You then bend down achingly slow to flaunt your juicy bum to the audience. Once you’ve bend over enough, you spread your legs a little, stiffening your knee joints and isolating your hips to shake your ass just right. Your voluptuous movements leave everyone awestruck and amorous. Why it hits harder and differently than the naked stippers, they have not one clue.

You leisurely rise from your bended over form and sexily walk your way to the pole as the lights turn violet. But not without giving out a little striptease by pulling down the left strap of your panties, revealing a tiny portion of the skin of your butt, just enough to make the people cheer for more but not really complying to their demands.

Levi can’t help but feel mesmerized by the way you play your game. How can one move so promiscuously yet angelic at the same time? You walked in like you own the stage and to let them know that you were born for this. You know your moves too well, it’s ravishing. At this point, all he could think about is how much he wants to tear that skimpy lingerie off of you so bad and bend you over the table he’s at. Shit, he curses mentally. Is it your lovely curves? The way you handle yourself in expertise? Is it your vehement eyes? Or maybe your mind shattering movements? Whatever spell you are using, it sure is effective.

You start to execute the next part of your routine, the actual pole dancing. You put your hand just below the other to grip the silver pole and begin to push yourself up to a height, remaining in contact with the metal. As you make your way up, you squeeze your thighs tightly between the metal and once you’re content with your legs’ grip, you let your hands go of the pole, laying your back on thin air.

You close your eyes as you begin to spin, feeling the beat deep to your soul. Then, you sense the rhythm changing and you shift into a new position. You grasp the metal pole with your hands once again, gathering your strength to focus on your very core, and you let your thighs loose from its previous squeeze. You’re now solely relying to your hands as your body levitates ever so elegantly at the top of the pole, spinning in a slow tempo that gradually speeds up depending on the flow of the song.

Levi takes a sip of his liquor, gulping down the strong alcohol, all intentions of leaving long forgotten. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your seductive form even just for a mere minute, and he’s not complaining. He is, indeed, new here, but he can already conclude that you’re the best in your craft among everyone else. His former noisy companions are now just as silent as him, appreciating the art set before their eyes.

Meanwhile, you’re having lewd thoughts about the new customer at the back of your head. You could feel his stare burning and etching into your skin, and you like it. Scratch that— you love it. Just that is enough to turn you on. You’re addicted to the mysterious man’s stare, and you can’t get enough of it. It only inspires you to feel sexier and reflect the wanton emotions to your movements. You wonder how it must feel to have his bare skin pressed on your nudity. How tenderly he would run his fingers through your hair before pulling it roughly as he fucks you hard against the wall while your heels are still on and—

Oh, what fantasy! You bite your lip as you can feel your panties starting to soak. How can a simple stare make you feel this way? He hasn’t even talked to you, and you don’t even know his name. You shake off the thought and continue swinging and twirling, shifting positions after positions to the slow bass of the music. You spin rather endlessly, lifting yourself by the use of your immense core strength and muscles on the lone pole. Not a single movement of yours go unnoticed by the incredibly attentive audience.

The song is nearing its ending, and you spread your legs apart as wide as possible. Then, you drop to the ground, landing in a spectacular split formation, just perfectly timed to sync with the final beat of the tune. Panting a little, you stand up after a few seconds. You really like your act for today. Before making your exit, you look at the ravenhead one last time, winking shortly as a faint invitation before turning your back to everyone.

Of course, this does not escape Levi’s notice, and it really astounds him how headstrong you are. But his astonishment is short-lived as he watches you leave the elevated platform.

“Holy shit, did she just wink at me?” Oluo exclaims, amazed, yet still manages to sound cocky at the same time. “I knew it,” he brags.

“Tch,” Levi only clicks his tongue in annoyance as Hange denies the assuming man’s dreams.

People in total awe comes back to their consciousness and quickly shower thick bills to the stage, even without your presence. Some even demand more, as it’s really what everyone wants. Levi’s friends ask a waiter why your performance was so quick, and he listens intently. Unfortunately, it’s because your schedule for today is deliberately one gig only.

Making your way to the dressing room, you curse at how embarrassingly wet you are already. Fucking impossible! You couldn’t believe it. You hurry to the room before anyone sees and you thank the heavens that no one is inside. The other girls are probably back to work by now.

You remove your heels to prevent soreness and begin searching your spare clothes in your bag. While preoccupied, you feel an immense presence approach you and you immediately reject them before they can even ask something of you. It must be some creep that wants to bang you with god awful vanilla sex and a sorry excuse of a payment. Not that you’ll actually sleep with your customers if they’d offer a big price or some good sex though. Pole dancing is where you set your boundaries, and it’ll always stay that way.

“I don’t really fuck my customers, sir, so if you could just leave me alone, please,” you grumble, trying to sound as polite as you can manage while exhausted and desperate to return home. But the presence doesn’t leave your vicinity, and you just want to get rid of it quick.

“You sure are one to say that,” a stoic voice laced with a hint of sarcasm resonates inside the chambers. Noticing how attractively husky it sounds, you feel the hairs on your neck straighten like crazy. Such a hot voice feels like it can only belong to one person.

You raise your head to confirm your suspicions and look at the reflection in the full sized mirror, and you almost shit yourself inwardly as you see him. His arms are crossed as he leans his broad back against the walls, his intense gaze never leaving your form. You feel like your knees are about to tremble, and there’s no way in hell you’d allow that.

Regaining your composure, you flash a flirtatious smile, letting him know of your intentions but not being so straightforward about it. You walk toward the stranger’s direction and decrease the distance between you and him.

“There’s always an exception to the rule, isn’t there?” you make up a very innocent tone, enough to turn Levi on. There’s really just something about you that easily drives him insane.

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#holy shit mannn this must be up there with the best levi smut i've ever read in my life #scrap that #the best smut period

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ackervida · 4 years

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Ok how about bodyguard levi x reader. Years of time spent in each other's presence leads to ticc tension amd one day levi snaps... and then smuttttt 😎

I don’t think it’s custom to get worked up by your own fics but I got the chills approximately every two seconds while writing this. Hope you enjoy it!! 💗 I need to lie down.

NSFW. (masturbation, light bondage, orgasm denial, oral sex, penetration)

Word count: 3821

There was a reason he applied to be your bodyguard. There was a reason you hired him.

An honorary dinner in the capital of Stohess. For such an event, you spent hours on doing your makeup and deciding what to wear. You settled on a deep red lip with a shimmering gown of the same shade. Of course, you were not the guest of honor, no one should even notice, but Levi would. After all these years of serving as your personal bodyguard, he felt he knew everything about you.

There was a reason he applied to be your bodyguard. The idea of chaperoning the rich daughter of a bureaucrat disgusted him, but it was a way out of the underground. He almost backed out of the interview, but when he laid eyes on you, he gave his all to land the job.

There was a reason you hired him. The notorious thug of the underground, though short, would scare a dog off a meat truck. His integrity and interest in you from the interview made him all the more attractive of a candidate.

A knock on the door of your hotel room interrupted your dressing. You opened up to see Levi in an all black suit, hair slightly gelled, shades per usual. His tie matched your outfit per your orders. You liked to remind the world that he belonged to you.

“Are you ready, miss?” In all the time he had spent with you, he never failed to address you formally.

“Good evening. I am almost ready, but I can’t quite button it up.” You rapidly spun, revealing your entirely exposed back.

He had done this for you a million times. He pinched just above your lower back and fastened up to your nape. The dress fit you perfectly.

He pushed back his sleeve and glanced at his watch, the watch you had bought him at Christmas for his birthday, “It’s about time. Shall we?”

You playfully whined, “Oh, Levi? Are you saying you don’t want to spend all night in here with me?” You giggled.

It was exactly what he wanted to do, but your swift departure from the room denied him the chance. He would have to use the ten story elevator ride to the main floor to suppress his imagination.

// // //

As you worked your way through the gala’s crowd, you noticed that most everyone was attached to another. The invitation did allow a plus-one, but you had not expected that every single guest would bring one. You wanted to make an appearance, but not like this.

Before entering the main room, you stood on your tiptoes and pulled on Levi’s shoulder to reach his ear. So as not to reveal your plan to everyone, you whispered softly, “you may just have to act as my special someone tonight.”

He held back a deep shiver. Just as he had gotten himself grounded, you were begging him to be your date for the night. He managed to accept your request with a slight nod, so slight that only you could see the motion, before hooking your elbows together. You thought, God, he was smooth. If only you knew the strain he was placing on himself.

The confidence in his stride was captivating. The clean smell of his fabric softener and hair product tickled your nose. Even through the suit jacket sleeve, you could feel the muscles of his forearm. The walk to your seat felt a little too fast. You recognized your nameplate at a circular table for eight. Your table mates were already seated, tasting hors d'oeuvres and chatting with each of their significant others. Despite the shape of the table, everyone seemed keen to keep to their pairs. Good thing. You and Levi were not ones for small talk, especially not with strangers.

Levi pulled your chair out for you out of respect but dually lust. He could not resist an opportunity to watch you bend into a seat, especially in this tight gown. With this view from behind, he was especially thankful for his shades.

Just before you hit the chair, ass completely stuck out, you turned over your shoulder and grinned, “Thank you, darling.”

Behind his lenses, he squinted his eyes. Behind his closed lips, he clenched his teeth. No one had ever used a pet name on him before. Oh, what were you doing to him?

Without a word, he took a seat at your right, to which you promptly placed your hand on his left knee.

You spoke softly, “Hey, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, would you take your sunglasses off?”

“But it would compromise-”

“Guess I’ll have to do it myself.” You pinched the bridge of his nose to remove his glasses and folded a temple into the sweetheart of your dress, forcing his attention to your cleavage. He darted his eyes back up to avert his stare.

The two of you began a polite conversation. Not so polite however was your creeping hand on his thigh. Anytime you asked him a question, you moved an inch up and up causing his dick to do the same. You were toying with him so much and there was nothing he could do about it. Not only were you his boss, but he was helpless in the face of your seduction. The situation in his pants refused another second of inattention. He would have to take care of it. He would not last this whole ceremony with such an erection.

Levi carefully scanned the room. The alcohol had yet to be served. Nobody would be acting out. No one was eyeing you up. There should be no trouble. He determined he could afford to excuse himself for a while.

Against his better judgment, he indulged in your techniques. He gently clinched your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “I will be back shortly, mistress. Would that be alright?”

Without moving your head, you merely gave a side eye and shrugged, “I suppose, if you must.” You reached to your dip and offered his shades.

“I’m certain it’s safe. Don’t worry.” Levi pardoned himself from the table and stood, returning his glasses to his face.

“Oh, Levi?” You reached a hand up and tugged his tie.

His eyes met yours just below his lenses. “Don’t keep me waiting. I might get lonely...” you pouted with puppy eyes and released your grip.

He straightened his tie and hurried off. God damn. In all his years of being your bodyguard, nothing had prepared him for such a challenge. He never could have imagined you would be the one making his job difficult. His dick was so hard, he was struggling to walk properly. He could not get all the way to the hotel room with this in his pants. There was only one option. He shouldered the door open and threw himself into a single-stall bathroom.

// // //

Levi slammed and locked the door behind him. He stood himself against the tile wall. Before he could even undo his belt, his dirty mind defiantly wandered to his go-to memories.

Those times you told him to tie your shoes, he’d kneel on the ground in front of you, inadvertently getting a sneak peek in between your thighs. Sometimes you wore skirts – sometimes with pretty panties, sometimes with no panties.

Those times you pulled him by the collar into fitting rooms, ordering him to help you dress and undress, demanding he check you out and tell you how nice you looked. It happened so many times. He could picture you in any outfit in any lingerie.

Those times you called for him from the bath, requesting he scrub your back and wash your hair. Each curve of your body glistened in the water as you asked him to reach here or there and voiced pleasure for his service.

He had touched himself to these scenes countless times before. Tonight’s roleplay was standing out, though. It was not only that he had to pretend to be your “special someone”, it was everything about the night. The looks you had given him. The dress you were wearing. The screams you would make if he... It was all he could think about.

“Hah…. fuck….” Levi’s back squirmed against the wall. His mouth hung open panting as quietly as he could manage. For Christ’s sake... he hadn’t even reached down there yet, but he was struggling to muffle his noises.

Shaking hands finally whipped out his member. Eyes widened at his own body. No wonder it was difficult to get here. It was the biggest he’d ever been. With the very first stroke, he clutched the metal rail behind him, overwhelmed with sensitivity. As much as it riled him, he needed more. He quickened his pace, squeezing even tighter. His left thumb ran over his leaking slit. His head tilted against the surface behind him. Fingers released the rail and ran through his raven locks. Clenched teeth barred gasps from escaping… for the most part. Some sensations made his jaw drop, releasing shameful moans. At the sound of his own vulnerability, he flushed a deeper shade of red.

You had this clean freak pleasuring himself in a bathroom.

Just that, when his knees grew weak, he had nowhere to support his lower body. He was desperate enough to use the restroom in this way, desperate enough to anchor himself on this metal rail, but not desperate enough to sit down on any of the surfaces in here.

His precum was so much, it was dripping onto his slacks. Immense pleasure and frustration caused a conflicted groan. If not dealt with quickly, the stark contrast of his white on black would be all but noticeable.

All but noticeable to the guests of this black tie affair whose presence just beyond the door could not be ignored. Usually, he could get more privacy than this. Tonight though, only a thin barrier separated him and a ballroom filled with hundreds of people. It was impossible to imagine you screaming his name with an endless drone of chatter in earshot.

Fuck this. It was not that the current setting was too dire, it was that he had finally snapped. He had been settling for these secret and spontaneous jerk off sessions for far too long, years in fact. He could not stand one more. His hard-on ached for you, demanded you. At this length, it would be a waste to spend it on his hand, he would much rather use it to please you too.

Levi clutched the enamel rims of the sink taking a few deep breaths. He washed his hands until they glimmered. He splashed some cold water on his neck. His reflection in the mirror talked him down. Once he composed himself as best he could, he tucked himself up and made a hasty return for your table. He only had to make it a few more minutes. He only had to make it upstairs.

// // //

With a startling grip on your shoulder, Levi made his return known. You jumped in your seat and looked up to him.

Levi cleared his throat. “Excuse me, miss. There’s an urgency upstairs which requires your presence.”

At closer examination, his face was tinged red. You had never seen such a deep shade on him before. It must be something serious. There had never been a problem that required your attention before. You cinched with worry. This relationship facade of the gala had to be put on hold.

His tinted lenses hid dilated pupils. His waistband hid a solid cock. His expression hid the fluster. Having a blank guise was part of his job and he had mastered it at this point.

As the two of you began the trip to your room, he placed a hand on the small of your back and walked like a gentleman. If not so preoccupied, you would have wondered, How legitimate is this urgency?

// // //

Levi reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his copy of your hotel key. He unlocked the door and let you in first, following you closely before shutting the door carefully. He had still not turned on the lights behind you. The light from the moon and city were your only illumination. Your eyes adapted to the darkness.

You frantically searched, “Levi, what exactly requires my attention?”

Levi loosened his tie and sighed, “Me.”

As you began to turn towards him, he grazed his fingertips along the sides of your waist. Now that your neck was twisted slightly, he could snarl right into your ear, “You think I haven’t been noticing your attitude tonight, you little slut?”

“Wha- what did you just call me?” You hushed.

Ignoring you, he continued, “It’s not that I noticed it, I just can’t ignore it!” He exhaled desperately, further losing the ability to control himself.

You reached your fingers back, squeezed his jaw, and tilted your neck. Though you adored this power you had over him, your cheek could not help but twitch upward. Finally, your years of audacious flirtation were breaking your seemingly unbreakable bodyguard. The fruits of your hard work were unraveling in front of you. It was all you had dreamed of. It was all too good to be true.

Time to play with him some more. You scoffed, “You’re so weak.”

He grit his teeth, “Hmm… yeah?”

“Maybe I should have hired someone stronger.”

It was only sexual tension before, but now you were riling up his anger too. The confusing blend of desire and rage for you intensified his erection. He growled, “Sounds like you have someone in mind…”

You rolled your neck, “Someone who can…” You teased with a fabricated high-pitched moan, “fuck me hard.”

“Someone like me?” His fiery intonation rose.

You shrugged your bare shoulders, “I suppose you might do…”

As you trailed the last syllable, Levi ripped open the back of your dress, breaking each button he had done so carefully earlier, and pulled it to your ankles leaving you in only a thong and stockings. In a flash, you were bent over the bed. You winced in whiplash. He placed a palm between your shoulders, keeping you pinned down as he undid his tie and threw off his shades. Your ears picked up a metallic dangling as he reached into his coat. With a flick of his wrist, handcuffs snapped open and clamped your arms together. In a matter of seconds, he had completely subdued you. What a professional.

He leaned over you and leveled his voice, “It’s time I give you a taste of your own medicine, brat.” He scraped his teeth along your ear, “make you finally feel how I feel.”

Before you could understand what he meant, he swiftly oriented you on the bed. Pillows comforted your head as your lower body lay against satin sheets. He grabbed your stockings and yanked them off, promptly using them to knot your legs to the bedposts. Completely constrained by his bondage, you helplessly gazed at the foot of the bed. Your worried look was met with dark eyes and the hint of a smirk underneath his bangs. Levi maintained this sadistic stare as he stripped himself down at a tantalizing pace.

Slowly, he shouldered off his jacket. Slowly, he unfastened his button down. Slowly, he pulled off his tank top. Slowly, he unlooped his belt. Slowly, he took off his pants. All so slowly...

Once down to his black underwear, he teased, “You can look but you can’t touch.” A reminder or a warning? Heat pooled in between your legs. Shit. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

He placed his strong hands on your soft thighs. Just as you had done to him at dinner, he began creeping up and up. This time, though, he continued past your groin and hooked his thumbs under the hip straps of your thong. He paused and made eye contact with you before tugging up, causing the lace to dip in your folds. Though your face scrunched at the friction, he maintained a flat stare.

“Hngh! Levi?” You gasped.

He answered not with words but by freeing your left strap, using his hand to cup your left breast instead. Despite the strength he displayed when he tied you up, his tongue flicked your nipple so gently.

His right hand resumed up your midsection, digging your panties even further into you. As the string neared its max stretch, he jutted his hand suddenly, causing the thin fabric to riddle your clit. A fiery heat of friction and arousal intensified in your vulva.

With this, his tongue bit down on your nipple briefly, prying your mouth open. His tongue then trailed up your neck and jawline, sucking love marks on the way. His left hand sturdied himself at the side of your head as his right hand played with your tits, drawing more moans from you.

Levi hovered above you, “Oh, you’re so weak…” A taste of your own medicine alright.

“Levi, it’s- “ a hard pinch of your nipple, “ngh… it’s not fair!”

He forced an innocently confused expression across his face, “I think this is pretty fair. You tease me for years. I tease you for one night.”

“No it’s, it’s that…” It was a struggle to form coherent thoughts. “I can make you feel good…” You tried to pitch your case, but the vindictiveness in his eyes denied your offer.

“No no. You deserve this,” he dragged his voice, “you worked so long and so hard for this.” He tilted his head condescendingly as his right hand trailed from your chest to your lower region and ripped your panties off.

As you opened your mouth to negotiate, he silenced you with a mere brush of his lips. In one swift motion, he was between your legs pulling your knees apart.

“All you have to do is let me know when.”

“When what?”

He couldn’t answer, his tongue was already preoccupied with pleasing you.

Humanity’s strongest was between your legs. His arms snaked around your thighs. His nose angled into your curves. His hair tickled your hips. When you thought the sight couldn’t get any better, he lifted his steel eyes to meet yours, relishing in your vulnerability. The image alone was enough to get you off, but you were also in the actual act. One particular toe-curling lick was sending you.

“Oh fuck! Oh, Levi… I- I’m…!”

The moment you arched your back, he abruptly pulled away from you, leaving a string of his saliva between his lips and yours.

You begged breathlessly, “Wha- what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” A fucking tease.

“P-please…. please let me…!” Touch you. Kiss you. Cum in your mouth.

He refused to indulge you with anything but a smirk. In your haze, you swore you saw a slight chuckle at your pathetic sight. Chest heaving. Hair awry. Nipples perked. His master was finally at his mercy.

Just as the threat of your orgasm vanished, he dove back in, eyes closed, even hungrier than before. His tongue explored places you never knew existed, changing from soft to firm and back again in all the right spots. He began moaning into you, giving new vibrations.

He mimicked your voice, “Tell me how nice I look in this outfit,” a clear callback to your dressing room demands of him. He reverted to his own deep tone, “with your thighs as earmuffs.”

This dirty talk was pushing you over the edge. Having been denied once already, the waves of your orgasm were once again close to crashing. Your mouth gaped in preparation.

He pulled back slightly and mumbled into your pussy, “I can’t hear you…”

“Y- you look… hah- ahh..!” You were so fucking close, you couldn’t fathom the words. You just needed a little more. You just needed him a little more. All tied up, you arched your hips as best you could, trying to get the last bit of sensation you needed.

Instead, he slammed you back down, kneeling up from your aching womanhood, “tsk tsk… impatient little thing.”

He finally took off his own underwear. Despite having been untouched this whole time, his cock was completely sprung and dripping wet with precum. You bit your lip in thirst.

In one fell swoop, he draped your knees over his shoulders and sheathed into you. His length hit your slick walls, immediately emitting a gasp from the both of you.

Merely from entering, his mouth was already forming into an O. Even with the merciless dominance he displayed on you earlier, you couldn’t help but think how cute… As he began pumping into you, he tried to collect himself. He squinted his eyes and grit his teeth, trying to maintain his assertive appearance.

You had thought the view of him eating you out could never be paralleled, but watching his abs flex, pecs heave, face strain as he fucked you was coming close. The symphony of his skin slapping yours, sweet and shameful moans, and exasperated exhales undoubtedly seized the audio aspect.

Having been teased and denied in oral sex, your nerves were sensitive as ever. Third time’s the charm? You writhed against the sheets, panting rapidly. All that denial had been worth it. All the frustration from before had been more than made up for by the heightened pleasure you felt now. You cried and pulsed through the most intense orgasm of your life. Maybe Levi had been doing you a favor.

Watching you ride your orgasm enticed him closer to his own. Any further attempt at orgasm denial was futile. At this point, he was so sensitive, to deny you would be to deny himself. A short while after entering you, he was already nearing his peak. As much as he wanted it to last, he had waited far too long for this moment.

In the build-up, he had scrunched his face and clenched his teeth. Upon climax, his appearance changed completely. He threw his head back. Eyes fluttered shut. Jaw relaxed. Lips parted as saliva and seductive sounds flowed out his mouth. His muscles flexed as he filled you with hot cum. Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this the best view?

He collapsed on top of you. The both of you took a moment to quell your trembling. The air was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of your breathing.

After a few seconds, a few minutes, however long, Levi gazed up at you from your chest. Even in this darkness, you could make out a flush on his face. If not for that, the sweat in his hair and look in his eyes evidenced his vulnerability.

Levi swallowed his pride. “Since I’m your date for tonight,” he paused to catch his breath, “am I allowed to stay in your bed?” Already, he had reverted to his subordinate position, asking for your permission.

“As my date, you’re expected to.” You playfully raised an eyebrow.

Relief softened Levi’s face. He brushed your hair out of the way and caressed your head. He tilted your chin upward, hesitated, then kissed your lips lovingly. The sex was beyond amazing, but this kiss was something different.

You two would have to roleplay again soon.

#excuse me #oh my god #who gave you the RIGHT to write something so good???#this is perfect on so many levels #such a neat writing style #in character #and hot as all hell #bruhhh

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