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Enjoy the View

♡ Summary: You task yourself with cleaning some freshly installed windows for Levi. And once you dare to disobey him, he puts them to good use. ♡ Notable Tags: AU, Levi x Fem!Reader, smut, light degradation, restraint, exhibitionism, submission, a little overstimulation and even a lil cheirophilia whaaat?? (exposing myself with that one hehe) NSFW ♡ Send requests here!

A wall clock in the room acted as a metronome to the soundtrack of monotony that was playing between you and Levi. The ticks came softly and every so often, and they were followed up by either a spritz from your bottle of cleaner or the soft taps of Levi’s laptop keys.

Expelling a quiet breath, you dropped your hands from the window panel you were working on. Your arms were tired, and if not for your patience, you would have cursed the contractors for leaving their grimy fingerprints in the new floor-to-ceiling glass they installed. You did you best to ease the tension from your body that came from working to remove the smudges from the glass, rolling your neck over your shoulders and simply allowing yourself to slouch.

Amid your break and turned to lean against the pane, you studied Levi from across the room. When you had entered the room earlier to start cleaning, you gave him a quick glance. It was only now occurring to you just how handsome he looked. Thanks to the new installation, sunlight fell over his raven-colored tresses and haloed them in a natural, ocherous glow. His brows were pulled over his eyes in unwavering concentration while the hand that he wasn’t using to rest his chin on idly toyed with the rim of his teacup.

You couldn’t help yourself from essentially ogling him, let alone his fingers. They were one of your hundreds of favorite qualities about him. You fixed your eyes on them as they traced the edge of the cup over and over in no specific rhythm, so lithe and controlled in their movements. Before being conscious of even doing so, you were dragging your lip between your teeth as you watched, a salacious side of you envying all the attention the glassware was getting.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped their movements. “You should close your mouth. Think you're starting to drool. It's gross.”

Heat surged from the pits of your stomach to the top of your scalp as you met Levi’s aloof stare, a glint of amusement twinkling behind it.

For a split second, you figured passing away on the spot would be less painful than explaining your perverted thoughts. Averting your eyes to avoid anymore awkwardness, you fumbled to reach for the rag you had tossed over your shoulder. “I- My arms were tired,” you rushed to explain.

It was easy for you to assume that he didn’t believe you thanks to the way his steel eyes flickered upward before going back to you. The legs of the dining room chair scraped lightly against the floor as he rose from his seat and crossed the room to stand in front of you, and you shrank to his domineering presence. Underneath the relatively thin fabric of his button-up shirt, Levi’s muscles bunched in his shoulders as he folded his arms across his chest. From there, his frame tapered into a slightly more narrow but equally well built waist. Then there was his face, misleadingly boyish in its charm though incredibly intimidating in his features’ lack of warmth and the sharp lines of his taut jaw.

“Tch, don’t think fucking me with your eyes is going to help that,” he countered.

You decided not to dignify his taunt with a reply and instead turned back to the window, suddenly taking great interest in shining it again in spite of the pain radiating through your shoulders. Your façade could only be kept up for so long before your arms started to slip lower as if they were being dragged by weights from exhaustion. Ignoring your reluctance to rest when you could feel Levi’s eyes boring into you, you allowed them to fall to your sides and let out a small sigh.

“I was kidding,” he clarified in a contrastingly flat voice.

You smiled to yourself. “I know that. I’m just kind of peeved at the contractors. They really couldn’t have been more careful?”

“Wow. Y/N is peeved? Must be a full moon.”

“Levi, I’m serious,” you implored. “They’re all floor-to-ceiling. It’s gonna take hours with this stupid microfiber towel to get all the fingerprints out.”

As if your words bear no meaning whatsoever, Levi skipped right over them. “These windows cost us– cost me five grand, and you’re whining about them.”

"I'm not," you snipped. "And it's not like you're the one cleaning them either."

"No, shit. I don't exactly have the time to play housewife with you when there's actual work to be done."

Levi’s blunt manner of speaking usually entertained you; you appreciated his honesty, especially in moments that you felt uncomfortable providing it. But when he used it against you, it turned into one of your biggest afflictions. “Then would you stop making fun of me and get back to typing?” you scoffed.

You shut down his opportunity to make another sardonic remark by turning your attention back to the glass, your eyes scouring the reflective surface for any more marks. But before you could even register his moving reflection in the window, Levi was taking hold of both your wrists as soon as you raised them, pulling them far behind your back and pressing himself against you.

“You should know better than to talk to me like that, you little brat,” he said into your ear.

Almost immediately, you felt your heart’s pace speed up to a soft thrum. The change in position allowed the tension to ease from your shoulders while you obediently kept your wrists at rest on your lower back. And from the harshness in Levi’s grip and tone, you knew what was to come. “I- I know,” you breathed, struggling to do so from the way the window suppressed the rise of your chest. “But can we please not do this here?”

One of his hands slipped between the minimal space of your body and the new window before his fingertips pressed into your jaw. His lissome index pushed passed your lips, and you sucked it in silent compliance before he dragged it across your lower lip in a manner that could only be described as sinful. “Are you telling me you don’t enjoy this view?” Levi’s sonorous voice mocked.

The view was the last damn thing on your mind. For even a semblance of pressure, you pressed your thighs together and squirmed beneath him. Your desperation was met with more force, Levi’s own arousal becoming more obvious the harder he pressed against you.

“Don’t.”

The curt command had you still in an instant. Your skin prickled in anticipation of his next move. You were certain you could be ignited like a match with how furiously your body ached for any more of his touch. Despite the fact, you kept yourself still as you felt Levi’s muscular form move away. From your unique disposition, you could only tell he was kneeling behind you by gentle rustle of his clothes and the hot breaths that suddenly fluttered over the back of your thigh.

Levi’s dull nails threatened to leave a mark as he greedily grabbed at your ass from underneath your short loungewear. “Should register this as a weapon,” he said huskily against your skin. “It’s enough to bring any man to his knees.”

You could barely make sense of the compliment as a low moan passed your lips shortly after, your eyes falling closed as pleasure overtook you. His hot mouth settled over spot over the inside of your thigh, so teasingly near where you needed it most, and sucked at the flesh before deliberately scraping over it with his teeth. He then started an uncharacteristically gentle assault along the outside apex, leaving a trail of wet kisses placed methodically along your curves. Like an instrument string being pulled as far from the bridge as possible before snapping back into place, your body quivered eagerly, singing out for more attention.

“You must be very sorry. You’re awfully quiet, Y/N,” he tutted. “For once.”

As not to allow him the satisfaction of ridiculing him again, you managed to smother another moan into a squeak of delight when his finger hooked around the bottom of your underwear and his knuckled grazed your slicked folds. With a swift motion, your shorts and panties were pooled around your ankles. Panic started to settle into you when your lust dissipated as the reality of the situation occurred to you.

You were stood bare-ass naked with Levi’s head between your legs, the only barrier between the outside view and the scene the two of you created being a large pane of glass.

“Levi!” you cried. “Someone could see us!”

“Then let's show them how I fuck you.”

Your eyes widened at his shameless vulgarity but shut tightly seconds later, another breath stolen from your lungs by the sensations Levi’s tongue provided. He licked along where you ached with need most then stopped on the sensitive bundle of nerves at its center. As if your body wagered a war against your mind, your stomach sank. With your mind clouded by the rush of euphoria, you couldn’t decipher if you were nervous or excited. You wanted to admonish him, but it was obvious your voice would sound as weak as your legs felt. “L-Levi,” you mewled.

He hummed against you in reply, the vibrations causing a new jolt of ecstasy to shoot through every part of you. Unhurried and meticulous with his motions, he took special care with tasting you, making sure his tongue stopped to swirl around your clit each time. Your hands had long since abandoned their position at your back, now splayed hopelessly against the glass for support from its smooth surface. If not for Levi’s unrelenting grip on your ass, you’d certainly have crumbled into a heap of passion by now.

Interrupting the delicious build of tension at your core, Levi pulled away again and your body spasmed. “Are you done bitching at me?” he hissed.

“Please,” you whispered raggedly. “I said I’m sorry.”

“Well, now you’ve fogged up the glass and your filthy fingerprints are everywhere. You have a lot more to apologize for.” His belt buckle jingled lightly as he undid his pants, then there was the rustle of his clothing joining yours on the floor. Just as you moved to catch a your first proper glimpse of him since the ordeal began, Levi’s calloused hand came around your body and grabbed your jaw once more, forcing it forward. “I want you to watch your reflection,” he said thickly against the shell of your ear, his dark hair tickling your cheek. “Watch all the pathetic faces you make while I’m burying myself inside you. Give all of our neighbors a show.”

At the mention of your neighbors, your face burned with embarrassment. But with the promise of him dousing the flames of utter desire that burgeoned, you lacked any consciousness that allowed you to care about being caught.

With a sharp jerk of his hips, Levi stuffed himself inside of you, your frame falling harder against the window from both the force of his thrust and your inability to hold it up against the nearly electrical shock of pleasure. Your body welcomed him vigorously, your walls practically swallowing his rock solid length as it plunged in and out of you. You knew that if he kept up with such a pace, you would reach your high in no time, but as if he had telepathic insight, Levi’s strokes slowed to a tempo of sheer torment.

He seemed to move slowly enough for you to focus on every inch of him as he moved in and out of you. It sent you into a dizzying spiral toward physical paradise, one that was inexorable no matter his speed. Switching from your pattern of high-pitched moans, your pleas turned into something just shy of a sob. “Levi, please… I- I want more.”

“Open your eyes,” he grunted, filling you up again with a rhythmic wave of his hips, his grip on your jaw tightening. “Look at how desperate you are for my cock. You don’t even care that the neighbors can see you, do you?”

Despite all your inhibitions and your struggle to focus through the bliss ribboning to every part of you, your eyes fluttered open, taking in the lewd sight yourself being fucked in plain sight. Levi’s firm stare met yours in your reflection, laden with lust. The reason was beyond your understanding, but having the ability to watch him drive the both of you closer to a shattering climax sent a shudder a down your spine and you pulsating around him just as he pushed into you again.

“Fuck, please,” you whined over the dramatic distance between his thrusts. “I’m so close.”

With his forearm rested across your lower stomach and his hand holding onto the pliable flesh of your waist for more control, Levi narrowly hastened his strokes. It was no doubt in reaction to his weakening patience and not your own. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched an animalistic level of desire change his features. He clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening from their cold gray to a color as virtually ebony as the strands of hair falling over his forehead. As his orgasm approached with yours, his restraint slipped away with each snap of his hips.

Your eyes fell closed again once you felt the familiar warmth pool between your legs, and you cried out his name, your fingertips grappling against the glass in an ineffective attempt at balancing yourself. Powerfully and all at once, your orgasm overwhelmed you, everything, aside from where Levi began to pulse inside you, gloriously disappearing in a swirling vortex of pure rapture. Splotches of white danced like fireworks behind your eyelids and your body wilted in his fierce hold. You convulsed with each additional thrust, but Levi was unfazed, continuing to push in and out of you to reach the peak of his pleasure.

“Shit,” he spat through a strangled moan. In aberrantly frantic motions, his strong arms quickly crossed over your chest to pull you downward and meet a final, punctuated stroke. The move turned your high sensitivity into dull pain, and all you could do was suck in a feeble gasp of breath in response. Levi tensed against you violently before his cock throbbed then released enough hot, thick fluid to fill you to your hilt. Though you shuddered at each one, you allowed him to finish with a couple more thrusts, effectively emptying himself inside you.

While the intoxicating nature of your high ebbed, you remembered Levi’s request from earlier and fought your weariness to open your eyes. The reflection exuded the chaos of sex down to the very essence of it. You both were only half-clothed, the bottoms Levi discarded still in a pile by your feet. The dampened and glittering skin of your neck tickled as he panted against it, his hair in slight disarray and the infamously composed look about him completely gone. He was spent, and you were the reason why.

A satisfied smile pulled at your lips though it was almost as soon gone, fear halting your heart when Levi started to remove himself from you. As he tasked himself with making himself somewhat decent again by quickly dressing in his pants, you put all your weight against the window, fretting that you'd collapse otherwise.

Cognizant of your worry, Levi reflexively swept you up by the backs of your knees when he finished getting redressed, rolling his eyes when he heard your squeal of surprise. “You’re so dramatic.”

“My legs are jelly,” you argued, swinging your feet as they dangled over his braced arms. “As if I weren’t tired enough from cleaning the window we just ruined.”

“Then stop that,” he muttered. Far removed from how he handled you just moments ago, he carefully placed you onto your shared bed. He teased you with a harmless flick to your forehead then began to arrange the pillows so you rested against them more comfortably. “And as if I would have let you dirty up that window for fun. A crew is coming to squeegee all of them tomorrow,” he added with a scoff. “Try to keep your dirty hands off of them in the meantime.”

Exhausted down to the marrow of your bones, you all but melted against the pillows and the mattress, only aware that Levi had carried you all the way to the bedroom once he pulled the blankets over you. The need to sleep was starting to muddle your thoughts, but one in particular still flashed across your mind with urgency. “I didn’t see anyone while we were doing it, but what if someone saw us?”

Levi closed his eyes to feign annoyance and angled his head away from you, a pair of actions you knew he often did to keep you from seeing his smile. “They’re one-way,” he finally answered. “I didn’t get them installed for nothing.”

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