#i need 2 do fan service for us older simps who are considered old to be scouts AHAHA

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(y/n) has no idea how she ended up getting roped into paperwork, but it’s boring and she’d rather do something else. same world / backstory as from this original fic. 

MINORS DNI. i’ll fight u just put em up!!

word count: 2.7k. disclaimer/warnings: thigh humping, not sfw. 

a/n: well well well...if it isn’t me again. this is unedited as are most of my works. if you see something wrong, slide into my dms! if you have a request, slide into my inbox!!! honestly i don’t know how to write anything short, or how to edit before i post. oops. 

The day felt agonizingly long. The sun was barely at the peak of the sky, filtering through the opened windows across the two desks that sat on opposite sides of the room.

She’d swore she would never make it so far up the ranks that she needed to do paperwork, and she hadn’t, but her boyfriend had. Somehow, he’d managed to rope her into filling out the easier paperwork for him. [y/n] couldn’t even recall having a conversation about it; she’d found herself sitting across from him in a comfortable chair one day, filling out paperwork just to help–then next, she had her own desk nested in the corner of his office.

Check. Check. Check. She scanned the paper over once more before she flipped it.

Across the room Levi was writing. His hand gliding across the paper in a messy speed as ink sunk into blank spaces. He would stop occasionally and listen to [y/n]’s occasional soft sighs before continuing on.

They sat like that for a little longer before the familiar sound of [Y/N]’s chair creaking caught his attention and he snuck a look over his shoulder towards her standing figure. Her arms were stretched high above her head, her eyes squeezed shut before she relaxed.

“Done?”

[y/n] startled a little, coming out of the slight daze the silence had put her in. “Not even close.”

Her arms slung around his shoulders lazily after she approached him, her body leaned against the back of his chair as she looked over his shoulder. “What’re you working on?”

“A request for allowances from the King for some experiment Hange wants to do.” He didn’t know how they’d managed to persuade him into writing it.

“Mm. Sounds boring.”

If they hadn’t been in his office, he wouldn’t have relaxed into her touch the way that he was. He was melting into the way her fingers had risen to absently play with his hair while her eyes darted across the paper he’d been working on. His grip loosened around his pen, choosing to pay her more attention than his work for a fleeting moment. It wasn’t often Levi allowed himself to get distracted.

“You should take a break,” she broke the silence again, then pressed her lips to his cheek in a quick peck before she was standing up straight again, almost expectant that he push away from the desk and stand up himself. When he didn’t, she frowned and tugged the back of the chair a little. “Levi.”

His hand had gripped the pen again, a few unimportant words sketched across the paper (bound to be scratched out when his concentration picked up again). “Later.”

[y/n] didn’t respond, at least not verbally. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the chairs backrest and pulled with her body weight, sliding the legs slightly across the wooden floor with a horrible screech.

“Oi,” Levi grumbled, trying to hook his foot around one of the legs to pull himself back to his desk, but she was quicker; she’d swung her leg around his body and planted herself firmly on his lap facing him. He shouldn’t have been surprised at the speed of her actions, but his lips were still slightly agape as he looked up at her.

“Take a break with me,” she affirmed, smiling softly as her fingers nimbly pressed under his chin to guide his mouth back shut. “You’re gonna catch flies.”

“Tch.”

He flung his pen back towards his desk, not taking his gaze away from her. “You said you weren’t–”

[y/n] pressed her lips to his while her hands settled on his shoulders. It was a quick kiss, leaving her smiling slightly against him. “What?”

He took a deep breath, feigned annoyance in the way that she had torn him away from his work. “Dis–” She’d cut him off again, this time with a longer kiss as her right hand fell away from his shoulder and instead came to play with the short strands of his undercut. He needs to cut his hair soon and would, despite her previous protests to let it grow out a little. She liked the sounds he made when she tugged the short strands near the nape of his neck. Right now, he was unwilling to give her the pleasure of the sounds, though they rested uncomfortably in his chest.

Maybe he was weak willed when it came to her and bent himself to satisfy her desires, but he wouldn’t admit to it. Levi was a man that had firm beliefs and ambitions that couldn’t be swayed once he made a decision. Once he overheard somebody having a conversation about the two of them: They’d wondered how she could stay with somebody uncompromising–not knowing that more often than not, he’d convinced himself that her ideas were his own, so that he could divulge in them entirely.

That’s exactly what he was doing when one of his hands rested on her waist, while his other hand came to rest against her jaw as his head tilted upwards to return the slow kiss. [y/n] sighed into his mouth, not knowing that the action would have Levi’s lips pulling away from hers, only to drop to the crook of her neck to press short, soft kisses to her skin.

“Five minutes.”

He was bending.

“Alright,” she breathed, head tilting away slightly to grant him more access to her neck, which he took without complaint.

Levi’s lips trailed down the exposed skin, moving to her collarbones before stopping short of where her top started, along with the harness. His hand left her face to pull the offending fabric away as far as it would go to press another kiss to the skin. He didn’t have to look at her to know that she was smiling.

[y/n]’s eyes were lazy, fingers barely scratching at the back of his neck. Her gaze drifted towards the open window, and she felt the dread that came with the reality sinking in: He only gave them five minutes, and they had to be sitting there for three now. In two, he’d press her hips up to guide her off and go back to work because he always kept to his word.

If she didn’t want to go back to mind numbing boredom…

One minute passed.

Before anything could be said, [y/n] pressed her fingers up into the longer strands of his hair, ignoring the way Levi was still being soft with his kisses. He’d been distracted enough that when she pulled his hair hard, he was complaint. He grunted softly, teeth slightly bared from the pain and surprise of her movements.

He didn’t have time to ask her what she was doing before her lips were against his again, this time with a kiss filled with fever. [y/n] slid one of her legs from where it had nestled against one side of his hips.

Levi assumed that she was going to get up and tightened his grip on her waist to aid her, only to exhale in surprise when she dropped her weight on top of him again, this time straddling only one of his legs. He knew her well enough that he started to slide further down the seat until she was able to fit her leg perfectly between his without the chair being in the way.

“You’re out of time,” he warned, breaking contact and turning his head, trying to ignore the way sloppy kisses were being left down his jaw. “Go back to work.” But it was weak willed, and his hands hadn’t moved away from her.

When [y/n] gripped his jaw loosely, he’d turned his head willingly to look up at her. Her smile was faint, and she bumped her nose against his before she spoke softly, “do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

She pouted for a second before her lips spread into a soft smile again, her own gaze lingering on the way his lips pressed into a line after he’d spoken.

While he knew her, she also knew him. She didn’t bother with dropping her hands to the belts on his upper-thigh to undo them, knowing he would protest the second she tried; it would take too long to undo and redo things. He wanted to get back to work because he’d said he was only going to take a five minute break, and wouldn’t extend it anywhere past ten willingly.

So she lifted her hips and settled back on top of the belts. When she rolled her hips and dragged her core against his thigh, she watched Levi’s lips part again and listened to the way he exhaled air he hadn’t realized he was holding.

[Y/N] dropped her hand back from his jaw to his shoulder, keeping the grip to steady herself as she started to move her hips against him. His grip tightened on her hips. Now that he was free to move without her holding onto his jaw and forcing him to look up at her, he started to settle against the chair. Only his upper back was touching the back of the chair, while his gaze was dropped to where she was riding his thigh.

His gaze was heavily lidded and his cheeks were flushed slightly. His cock twitched inside his uniform as blood slowly rushed towards it, but he seemed content in watching her.

[y/n] whimpered, but he swore it sounded like his name. 

“You gonna get off like this?” His voice was low and his eyes met with hers when she’d looked up at him, but she didn’t say anything. “Tch. You are, aren’t you?”

Her lips were parted slightly but her moans were soundless, accompanied only by the way she was panting. [y/n] nodded, dropping her head a little when she felt his grip tighten against her hips and start to guide the speed that her hips were moving.

“Levi,” she purred, feeling herself heating up slowly. Despite the layers of clothes between them, the familiar ache was unmistakable; her pussy slowly getting wetter the more times she moved against his thigh, the belts adding just that much more to the familiar sensation.

Levi’s head lulled, his gaze heavy, feeling the way she was fighting to move her hips on her own accord. She wanted to move faster, but his grip was keeping her from it and he refused to let up.

“Fuck,” he muttered, unable to help himself when his own hips rolled up. All the movement did was catch [y/n]’s attention, and draw it towards where the crotch of his pants were tented, cock twitching with pre-cum inside of his boxers. Her lips were parted with the soft moans that escaped–a kind distraction from how she was readjusting, intent with pressing her own thigh further up to give any sort of friction back.

Experimentally, she rolled her hips again, smiling when Levi groaned and rolled his hips up to meet hers.

The belts were a slight irritant, gripping around her upper-thigh each time she pressed them against Levi, but she was unwilling to even try to fumble with them–too desperate to chase the high that was building inside of her.

They moved against each other, muttering each other’s names quietly with each movement. Suddenly, [y/n]’s hips were stuttering against Levi’s, desperate to chase the flash of white that had started spreading through her like fire. “Levi. Please–” Her hand dropped to cover one of his that had held her in the even rhythm, trying to will him into letting her chase what she desperately craved. His grip loosened a bit, and she barely muttered a thanks when he had leaned forward to wrap an arm around her waist, mouth barely ghosting her ear as he spoke.

“What a whore. You’re gonna cum just like this, aren’t you?”

[Y/N] gasped, nodding quickly, rolling her hips with more intent as her covered clit dragged against a part of his belts. She kept her movements short but fast, whining softly as the metal buckle pressed against her, pulling her into her high.

“That’s all it takes, huh? So desperate for me that you’ll take any part of me.”

She couldn’t speak, dropping to muffle her cries in the crook of his neck. Undoubtedly there were others in their offices not far away, and she wouldn’t dare bring attention to what was happening inside of Levi’s this early in the day.

[y/n] felt her pussy flutter, clenching around nothing, desperate to be full of Levi’s cock and milking it. She stuttered a little, whining as her hips started to slow as her high was beginning to dissipate, sending shocks through her body the more she tried to keep going. Levi’s lips pressed against the side of her head. Though she couldn’t see him, or even feel it, he was smiling as he did it.

“Good girl,” he breathed, before he was starting to get up with his arm still wrapped around her waist. [y/n] tried to drop her wobbly legs to the ground, but he held one up with his free hand, hoisting her up on the desk that had been behind her. His arm unwrapped from around her as he settled between her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk with his hands on her thighs.

Her hand made contact with the desk, accidentally pushing some of the papers that had been sitting there onto the ground as she tried to grip the wood to steady herself. Levi pressed his clothed erection against her sensitive core, still holding her hips still so even when her body wiggled up in protest, she wasn’t able to move away.

She was sensitive. His hooded eyes met hers, looking for a flash of permission that came in the way she smiled softly at him and nodded before moving herself a bit further off the desk and towards his aching body.

Levi dragged his hips forward, pressing his hard cock against her and moving with feverish speed that drew soft whimpers from her and left his jaw slack with his own moans.

“Fuck, [y/n],” he muttered, slamming his hips against her a few times before he went back to grinding them. His eyes shut, images of the way she looked when they fucked only a few days prior still fresh in his memory; the way she’d taken his cock so willingly, crying his name into one of their pillows, and begging for him to fill her up with his cum. He had half the mind to pull away and tear at the offending belts that kept him from fucking her properly. When his eyes opened, it was because he felt her fingers barely grazing his cheek, and he’d started to learn into the touch.

“Am I good for you?” she whispered, voice filled to the brim with affection and want. Her fingers pressed sweaty locks away from his forehead before her hand fell to his shirt and pulled him forward to kiss her. It was rushed, barely a kiss with the way he was breathing into her mouth.

“So good,” he answered, barely kissing her again with open lips. When she licked into his mouth, he groaned, trying to follow when she pulled away slightly.

“Then cum for me.”

It shocked him how easily he had reached his peak with her demand, his balls tightening before his release painted the inside of his pants. Levi groaned, still moving his hips against her until his cock was twitching but releasing nothing more, and he was forced to stop and pull away. 

When his hands dropped to either side of her body, his head hung too. He watched as she squirmed underneath him, shifting until she was able to sit up properly on the desk. Her fingers skirted over his top, feeling the way his body still reacted to her touch and willingly followed. When her lips pressed against the crown of his head then pulled away, he looked up at her with a smile. 

[y/n]’s eyes were full of love when she returned the look. “Guess I’ll get back to work now, hm?”

Levi didn’t say anything, but wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling warmth spread across his chest when she wrapped her arms around his frame too. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing, trying to let the moment settle.