MDNI! FROM THIS SENTENCE ON YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE 18+
Oneshot // Masterlist
Summary: As the silent and formidable leader of the underground’s most notorious gang, power and resources are always within your grasp. Yet, the one thing you truly desire—mastering ODM gear—can only be taught by Levi. Unfortunately for you, he’s as stubborn as he is skilled, refusing to entertain the idea of teaching you. But you’re nothing if not persuasive, and if Levi won’t yield to reason, perhaps he’ll succumb to something a bit more enticing. After all, there’s more than one way to make a man reconsider…
Contains: Porn with plot, possessive sex, fingering, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, explicit pillow talk, multiple positions
Just know if you ever see me write a oneshot it's gonna be some nasty shit.
Words: 8k+
Home : 4:32pm : Underground
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You sucked your teeth. “What am I to do with you?”
In a place like the Underground there weren’t very many beacons of light. Your shop that doubled as your home was the exception. People came far and wide to visit your shop. You even got commissions from people living on the surface every now and then. It was everything to you. It was your livelihood. It was your peace.
Currently you were at your sewing table in the back of the shop making a beautiful gown out of some purple fabric you had. Nothing compared to the dress you wore, however. The clothes you made were unlike any people had ever seen underground or even on the surface. Today you decided on an off the shoulder red dress. Showed a decent amount of cleavage and had a high split up the left leg. The material clung to your waist and fanned out past your hips in many gorgeous layers of chiffon.
Your white gloved hands continued to work as you spoke, “You think you know a guy, and all of a sudden he’s sprinting down the road with a beautiful hand beaded white lace gown that he didn’t pay for. Why?”
Your eyes were not upset, in fact, you didn’t even look up from your work as you spoke. Very strange considering the person you were speaking with was a man being brutally pinned down with his head pressed deep into your sewing table by two of your gang members.
“Fuck you!” The man grunted.
“No, the reason is not fuck you .” You’d continue to work on the dress, connecting in another bead. “I suppose the reason doesn’t matter anyway. It’s time for you to pay me for that dress you stole. Lace is a very complicated design to work with, let alone to make from scratch like I did. White is a highly uncommon fabric color to come across down here. Hmm, I’m feeling generous today. Just pay me what the dress is worth, plus the fee for making my guys chase you, and we’ll be good.” You smiled.
“I ain’t got no money! You gon have to kill me, bitch!” He yelled at you as the blood from his mouth spilled a bit. Your men were a little rough with him when bringing him back to your shop.
“No money? A shame.” You gently set the dress you were working on down.
You scooted out of your chair a bit and pulled up the split in your dress. There were dark brown stockings that adorned your legs, along with a garter that held a knife and a razor. The knife was your blade of choice in circumstances like this. A gift from a good friend.
“Let’s be clear about what happens here, okay?” You stood up from your chair as you held up the knife. “I will be personally removing your hand with this. You will leave my shop taking your filthy thieving hand with you. When people ask who did this to you, you will not utter my name. Say Wil, Alfie, Heinrich, Klara, Eduard, or anyone else in my crew- but not me. Should my name be mentioned with any violence attached to it, I will personally pluck both of your eyes from your skull. My reputation means everything to me, so I wouldn’t be satisfied with just your eyes. I’ll want the eyes of your children too, understand?”
The man had the fear of God in him. You didn’t know if he had children or not, but the threat seemed good enough. There was a reason you didn’t want your name mentioned, and it was optics. You needed people to believe that you were a weak tailor who was paying for the protection of a powerful gang. In reality, you were the strongest of them all.
Often you did the dirty work because none of your gang had the stomach to. You knew what it took to survive down here. You often did things that went against your morals, but if it meant living another day then sobeit.
They were your family, and you wanted to be sure that they could rest easy at night. As easy as one could down here anyway.
“Say thank you!” Wil growled, “She’s showing you mercy.”
Wilhelmine, often referred to as Wil- your sister. She had pale skin and long dark brown hair that brought out her gorgeous blue eyes. She was not your biological sister, no, but someone you’d been raised with since before you could speak. She was a few years older and very protective. A great friend. A sister.
“It’s okay Wil.” You looked into her eyes. “I don’t feel like being the bigger person anymore.”
For the next few minutes, the sounds in your shop were absolutely brutal. It was hard to hear the sound of a man begging for his life as you sawed off his hand with a pocket knife. You took no pleasure in this, but saw it as an occupational necessity.
The man left, your shop had been cleaned, and you were back to beading your dress. Things calmed down since you ran off the thief, but you were still waiting on a specific visit.
In your shop now were you, Wil, and Alfie. Alfie being your tall blonde right hand man. The two of you were tighter than handcuffs on the last rung. You were all shooting the shit in the meantime.
“I think Furlan's gonna propose to you soon.” Wil spoke as she filed her nails.
You laughed, “That's very dramatic. I think he knows better. I definitely see him as a brother. Plus I'm already married to my work.”
Alfie leaned back in his seat with two legs of the chair lifted off the ground. “You don't have urges though? I've never seen you with a man.”
“I absolutely have urges.” You confirmed. “Don't worry about my pleasure. I'm well taken care of.”
“By Furlan?!” Wil's eyes widened.
“Levi?” Alfie followed up.
You didn't answer instantly, and with these two that always made them jump to conclusions.
The blonde man leaned forward in his chair until all four legs were on the floor. He was frowning at you with his mouth ajar.
“You're fucking Levi?!” Alfie laughed. “Holy shit! I knew someone had to be in your bed. You've been very level headed for the past few months. Went from cutting off heads to cutting off hands! Was that his idea?”
Wil gasped, her eyes locked on you. “It's true isn't it? Levi? Really? Isn’t he kind of- small?”
You huffed forcefully as you stopped working on the gown to address these two. “Would it change your lives if I said it was true?” Before they could react too much you'd shut down the rumors. “It's business. All of it. I doubt I'd be able to hide an entire affair. I'm too busy and there are way too many eyes on me.”
“True.” Wil nodded, “That’s a good point.”
Alfie shook his head in disbelief, “I’m not buying it.”
“What do you want me to say?” Your eyes rolled so hard as your voice shifted into sarcastic territory. “Ooh, yeah! Levi gives it to me so good every night! He may be short, but he’s big where it counts. Mhmmm. He’s the reason I’ve been so nice lately despite him being much colder than I am!”
Wil smiled softly, “Wow. How do you make it throughout the day with all that pent up energy?”
“I told you, my pleasure is well taken care of.” You settled down again.
“It's Levi, no question.” Your sister snickered. “I don’t know how we didn’t see it until now.”
Speak of the devil. Upon the conversation ending, the door to your shop opened and in walked Levi.
“That's our cue.” Wil gazed over at Alfie.
The two gave a brief formality to Levi before heading out. They were really making things awkward today!
“Hello, Levi.” You gave a soft smile to the man.
“What do you want?” The man walked over to the seat opposite you at your sewing table.
“Why do you already have an attitude?” You'd stop sewing your dress to look at him with your sweet, almost innocent eyes. “Nothing happened yet.”
“I know you have some shitty request. So ask.” Both his arms and legs crossed as he spoke to you. “You never call me to the shop.”
“Never? That's a stretch Levi.” You stood up and walked over to a shelf stocked with towels. You'd pull the gray one and walk back over to the man. “I even worked around your schedule. You were coming in today anyway for your haircut, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone.”
“Why aren't you cutting to the chase?” His eyes remained locked on you.
“Because…” You placed the towel around his neck and tucked it into his collar. “Maybe I just wanna know how your day went first.”
“You don't care about that information. I know you. If I have to ask you what you want one more time I'm going to leave.”
You'd uncross his legs before lifting up the many layers of your dress and straddling his lap. “I do care about your day just to be clear.”
You'd grab the brush and hair tie from behind you on your table. Softly you'd brush his hair up into a ponytail and tie it. Plenty of the strands were small and stubborn, but you could work around them.
“Don't be funny.” Levi spoke in a neutral tone.
God you were such a tease. How did a common thug like Levi end up in a position like this with the most beautiful woman in the underground? You weren’t like anyone else, that's for sure. Perhaps that opinion might change on the surface, but then again, maybe not.
You’d pull your hair up into a cute bun before starting on his hair.
“This whole haircut thing was your idea.” You attempted to hide a smile. “I'm not a barber and yeeeeet- you trust no one to be this close to you with a blade but me. I can't ask about your day while I do it?”
His hands gripped your waist with intense vigor. “You always wanna be so damn close. That wasn't my idea.”
“And you can’t say no? I didn’t think you were so weak for my charm.”
“If I didn’t let you then I’d have to hear you bitch.”
You’d remove the elbow length white gloves that adorned your arms and set them on the table behind you. “If you didn’t like hearing me bitch then you wouldn’t come to my shop so often, Levi.”
Your leg lifted a bit, and the high split in your dress revealed the garter on your leg once again. Snuggly settled underneath was a razor. Those dark brown stockings were impossible to ignore. They were… a weakness.
Why did you always make it so hard to discuss plans? You were such a temptress, but it was fun to tease him. Especially when he was being so serious. You always broke him though.
“Where's the knife?” Levi's eyes were looking down at your garter. His rough hand hooked under your knee and briefly pulled it closer to get a better look.
You’d pull the straight razor from your garter and lower your leg once more. “Alright, hold still dollface.” You held his face with one hand and began to cut his hair with the other. “I had to use the knife on a guy. Don’t even worry about it.”
Your hands were delicate as you began to line him up and trim down his undercut the way he liked.
“Where is he?”
You chuckled, “Don't worry- he didn't hurt me if that's what you're concerned about. I do have a cramp in my hand from dealing out a little punishment if you wanna kiss it better though.”
You could tell he was getting so irritated about you blatantly skirting around the big question. What did you have to ask him?!
“Why are you dragging this shit out?” He gently moved your razor wielding hand away from him. “Talk, now.”
“I hate when you read me.” You'd give a little pout before leaning into his lips- as close as you could get without connecting. “What if I said I'm scared to ask?” You spoke in a fictitiously coy manner.
“Get over it.” He'd speak without leaning even a hair closer than you did.
“Just hear me out, okay?” You'd lean closer, pressing your lips delicately into his.
You'd have to get his defenses nice and low before you made your request. He pressed back into your lips and squeezed you just a bit tighter. You moved your free hand to the back of his neck. You could feel his muscles tense up. He loved when you touched him there.
“I have come so far during my time in this hellhole. There is not one person I fear down here, and at the same time, there isn’t one person I know who doesn’t fear me… Teach me to ride.” You kissed him deeper this time, pulling him closer to you. Your mouth opening just a bit for your tongues to briefly meet.
“Teach you to ride?” Levi frowned.
You giggled into the next kiss, “Don't be nasty, Levi. The ODM gear. I wanna learn to use it.”
“This shit again.” The man sighed as if he were already exhausted from the conversation.
“Yes this shit again.” It was a revisited topic and you knew how he felt about it, therefore, you knew it was time to do a little convincing. “Don’t be scared. I’m a fast learner. You know that.”
One hand snaked between you two and rubbed against his growing erection. “Please.”
Your lips pressed against his neck giving little nips every now and then before finally settling at a spot on his neck where you sucked his pale skin.
“You're so goddamn manipulative.” His words had absolutely no conviction as his hands pulled you closer.
“Is it working?” Your tongue ran across his new love mark as you pulled away. “I can bounce on your cock if it’ll expedite the situation.”
“Why are you putting me in this position?” He'd reach for the back of your dress and begin to unzip it down the spine. “You know what the answer is.”
“Why?” You growled. Your hands held your dress up so it wouldn't fall.
“You already have a massive target on your back from the shit you pull within these walls. You using ODM gear will get you snatched by the MP's.” His hands pulled yours away from your dress.
“I'm so sick of you caring about me.” You spoke as your dress fell to your waist. “Let me fly Levi.”
He pulled you back toward him as he peppered kisses along your chest- tapering off to the left and bringing your already erect nipple into his mouth. You couldn't help but moan from the feeling of his greedy tongue.
“What are you gonna do for me? ODM gear isn't easy.” He continued to suck your delicate flesh. “Consider the fact that I'm already against teaching you in the first place.”
“Name it.” You spoke softly under your light moans.
The man pulled the towel from his body before he placed his hands under your thighs. He stood up from the chair with you in his arms. You often forgot just how strong he was. He didn’t look like a man who could carry even his own bodyweight, but dammit if he didn’t surprise you every time.
He’d place you on your sewing table and your faces were so close. Not that it wasn’t intimate before, but with his body leaning into yours, it just felt so personal.
Your hand reached for the little ponytail you made for him and pulled away to allow his hair to fall back in place.
“You get on my fucking nerves. You know that?” Levi whispered on your lips.
“Aww.” You’d give his lips a peck, “Tell me no then. I’ll have Furlan teach me.”
His arms grabbed yours, pinning them to the wooden table beneath you- his body looming over yours. “I told him you were off limits.”
Your heart raced. For a second you could swear you almost felt it swell. He told Furlan you were off limits? How did that conversation go? Levi was staking claim?
“So sensitive.” You grinned, “Tell me no. Say it to my face.”
“Stop being a fucking brat and listen to me.” He backed away a bit as he unbuttoned his vest. It was just a few buttons and then he was on to his shirt.
You lifted up and your hands helped him undo the bottom buttons on his shirt. “You think I don't know the risk this comes with? Levi, I just wanna be next to you so you don't leave me behind.”
“Leave you and go where?” His eyes were fixed on you in sarcastic disbelief.
“To the surface.” Your fingers reached for his belt, pulling it loose.
“Your manipulation isn't getting better.” His tone sharpened.
You scoffed, “You're a piece of shit. Just hurry up and fuck me so you can leave.”
“Such a brat today. I should fuck that little attitude outta ya.” His eyebrows knit as he watched your facial expressions- noticing your slight slip up of excitement as he mentioned being rough with you. “But instead I'll let you take it from here. You wanna learn to fly? Gimmie a good reason.”
“You thought that would stop me?” Your hand reached into his pants and pulled his cock free from its confinement.
It was slightly above average length and had a pretty nice girth. Blushed pink, adored with a juicy vein that ran up his shaft, and it was ready for you. Strangely pleasing to the eyes. It wasn’t the size of his cock that ever impressed you. It was what he could do with it. You’d never admit it, but you were certain your bodies were made for one another.
You'd take a mental note of his leaky tip glistening with precum as you slowly began to move your hand up and down his length. “I love having control. That's what you don't know.”
His jaw clenched as he almost solely focused on your hand wrapped around his cock. “I've seen you on your back enough times to know you're bullshitting.”
“Put me in my place, Levi, or shut the fuck up for me.” Your lips kissed his neck and down his chest as you continued to lower yourself.
You had no choice but to suck the soul from his body this round. He was so hellbent on you not using this ODM gear. If he thought what you did before was manipulative, then he had no idea what was coming next.
You kept your eyes locked on him, the heat between you was practically crackling like a live wire. Your free hand dragged against his thigh, causing him to shutter just slightly.
His eyes followed your every motion- like he didn’t want to miss a thing.
You’d pull back the foreskin to reveal just a bit more, your eyes moved down to look at the bead of precum just waiting for you. “Aww, is that for me?”
Your tongue extended and circled around his tip before it collected the salty liquid. He stiffened his posture, and one of his hands found your beautiful hair, his fingers curling just slightly. He was trying his best not to moan, but you heard it. You knew what you were doing to him.
You leaned in once more, dragging your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip in one slow, lingering motion. The ridges beneath your tongue were felt as it moved across his veiny cock.
“ Fuck .” He sighed, almost reluctant to let the words slip his lips. Involuntary if you will.
You’d repeat the motion again. Your mouth then wrapped around him and your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, teasing the edge of foreskin for a moment. You knew it’d get to him.
Your lips slid lower inch by inch. Your cheeks hollowing as you took him deeper. You made sure to look up at him as you did this. Levi’s breath caught, and his fingers latched harder onto your hair as if to ground himself in the moment.
“Shit.” He swore once more.
You didn’t stop until your lips brushed the base of his cock, and when you pulled back, a trail of saliva glistened against his skin in the dim light. You tilted your head slightly as you ran your tongue along him again.
Your attention shifted lower now. Your lips trailed over the base of his cock until you were met with his balls- nice and swollen just for you. Your tongue ran against the sensitive skin on the left side. You felt him tense under you. He inhaled sharply in the otherwise quiet room.
Your tongue traced him delicately before you took one into your mouth, your hand still stroking him in a steady rhythm. It was then that he gave it to you. Yes, that guttural moan you’d been waiting for paired with his fingers fully tightening in your hair. The warmth of your mouth and the way your tongue moved was almost too much.
You pulled away and released with a pop before you focused on the other side. Your tongue teased and caressed before you took his other testicle in your mouth, sucking lightly. Levi groaned louder this time- surprising you. His head tipped back as he grumbled something incoherent under his breath.
When you finally moved back to his cock, your lips wrapped around him once more, and he held your hair back. Clearing the way for you as you slowly took him all the way down to the base once again. You worked deep until the tip of his dick made friendly with the back of your throat- your tongue pressing against the underside.
“Fuck. Take it all.” The man before you was becoming more vocal. Always a good sign that you were going to get your way. “Every fucking inch.”
You held strong before pulling back once more and sucking him hard as you pumped. You’d designate your hand to take care of the parts your lips weren’t tending to.
“Just like that. Shit- I’m gonna cum.” His voice strained. “Are you gonna swallow it all?”
You grinned before opening your mouth wide, tongue out ready to take it all.
Levi’s hand moved to his cock. His fingers wrapped tightly around his length as he began to stroke himself. Each motion was firm and unrelenting. His breath grew heavier as one hand still remained in your hair.
He halted, and you watched as his balls tightened. His warm seed coated your tongue, plentiful and thick. You held it there for a moment, savoring the way his body trembled.
“Let me see.” His voice was rough and breathless.
You opened your mouth slightly, showing him the evidence of release before swallowing it all. So fucking nasty of him to make you do that.
He’d lean down and meet your lips with his own. His hand releases from your hair only to cup your face. It was a firm, yet tender kiss. The taste of him lingering between you both. His tongue was teasing and slid against yours for a brief moment.
You smiled so deviously, “Go sit back in that chair. I’m about to exhaust you.”
“You think you’re in charge right now?” He continued to hold your face, now guiding you back up to him.
“Go baby. Take a seat.” Your words were soft, but your tone was so fucking sassy. “You said you wanted me to do all the work, so sit it on down. I’m gonna ride that dick as much as I want. You can’t pretty please the power back. You said you wanted me to take it from here. I got you baby. Sit.”
“You sit.”
“No.”
Famous last words, that no . If there was one thing Levi was good at, it was putting you in your place and reminding you that even when you had the power, it wasn’t real.
In one swift motion, Levi grabbed you roughly, his hands firm but controlled as he lifted you and placed you back onto your sewing table. He didn’t give a shit what you were working on. He was working on you.
“Levi!” You shouted in surprise.
His eyes burned with intensity, and although he was being quite intense, you had no idea about the restraint he was exercising as he handled you. The strength in his grip left no room for doubt- he was entirely in control and he wanted you to feel it.
The hard edge of your table pressed against your thighs, but before you could even react, his hands moved to your legs. He hooked his fingers around the waistline of your brown stockings and yanked them down with a roughness that gave you instant goosebumps.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
He kept your legs pressed together, his strength leaving no room for you to move as he pushed your knees up toward your chest. The position forced your back down against the table. His fingers found the edge of your panties, and with a swift motion he moved the fabric aside, exposing you completely.
His pupils dilated at the sight. He loved seeing the physical effect he had on you. “Look at you, so wet already.”
A wave of heat rushed through your body. You couldn’t take it. The way he looked at your most intimate parts. The way he talked about it. Goodness, it was all so overwhelming.
Before you could even form a response, Levi leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a slow and deliberate stripe against your pussy. The sudden sensation made you gasp and your hands gripped the edge of the table for support.
Levi’s arms anchored you firmly in place, his grip was unyielding as he buried his face between your thighs. The heat of his tongue felt nice as the rough texture of his palms pressed against your skin.
Your thighs quivered involuntarily, and your fingers tightened their grip on the edge of the table, overwhelming sensations making it impossible to stay still, though he’d see to it that you couldn’t squirm around too much.
His tongue teased and tasted you, savoring every drop of the arousal he caused. He sucked gently on your sweet labia before plunging deeper, his movements were ravenous but calculated.
“So sweet.” He mumbled, his breath warm and tone dripping with satisfaction, “This pussy tastes so fucking good.”
His tongue flicked against your clit, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your back arched instinctively, a loud moan escaping your lips. Levi didn’t let up. He took your clit fully into his mouth, sucking it with just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble.
His hand moved to your heat now, and before you could even prepare yourself, he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you. The stretch of them combined with the relentless attention of his tongue was making you cry out in longing.
He moved his fingers fast, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot inside you.
“Fuck! Levi! Please!” You screamed out, breathless.
“Where’d that little attitude go?” He mocked you, his voice muffled by your slick heat. The deep rasp of his words vibrating against you. “Talk to me. Where’s all that vigor?”
His words made your walls tighten in an instant. You hated when he called you out, because your body would always tell him how you felt about it.
“Shut up!” You attempted to sound upset but really it just came out as a shaky moan.
“Oh you liked that?” He continued to tease you.
“Stop talking!’ You moaned once more, your voice cracking just slightly as your walls clenched even tighter around his fingers.
Levi smirked at your push back, though it wouldn’t help him to ease up on his relentless pace. His fingers thrusted in and out of you while his tongue circled around your clit. Each thrust of his fingers stretched you so good. The ridges of his calloused skin only added to the sensation.
The wet heat of his tongue flicking against your clit sent sharp waves of pleasure up your spine. The rhythmic sounds of his movements combined with your breathless moans filled the air with an intoxicated melody of desire.
Wet, lewd sounds of his movement could be heard. He didn’t stop until he felt you shatter beneath him. Your orgasm washing over you in powerful waves. Your body convulsed, and your breath hitching as he licked and sucked you through your climax- cleaning you with long strokes of the tongue.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened with your arousal, and his smirk was equal parts smug and satisfied. Without saying a word, he’d now move to sit in that damn chair. It was his way of once again reminding you of who was in charge. If he was going to sit in the chair, it was because he wanted to. Not because you said.
His legs spread, and he’d begin pumping his cock slowly in his hand as his eyes met yours. There was something so sinister in those eyes.
“Come here.” He commanded. “You wanted to exhaust me? Let me see.”
Your heart raced as you slid off the table once more. Your face was flushed. You could not believe the balls on this man.
You pulled your stockings down the rest of the way along with your panties. You’d leave them on your table. You didn’t need them. Your dress was still bunched around your waist, the high split revealing your legs and the curve of your hips. The fabric framed your exposed breasts, nipples taut and not from the coolness of the air.
Levi’s gaze raked over you before speaking once more. “Now. Get over here.”
You took a step forward, your confidence returning as you swayed your hips. His eyes never left you, the intensity of his stare was powerful.
You walked over to Levi, your confidence radiating as you reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock. The heat of him pulsed under your fingers, and he exhaled sharply through his nose. His dark eyes locked onto yours as his hands moved to grip your dress, holding it up and out of the way.
You slowly lowered yourself onto him, and the moment the head of his cock pressed into you, Levi let out a low, guttural “Fuck.” His muscles tightening as you took him in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside of you.
His chest rose sharply, a shudder running through his body as his hands reflexively tightened on your hips. The tension in his shoulders and the flicker of his eyelids betrayed the effort it took to hold back, his control teetering on the edge. The stretch was intense, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, your body adjusting to his size.
Levi’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You’re so fucking tight.” He spoke, his voice rough with desire. “Feels so good when you squeeze me like that.”
Your arms draped around his neck, and you began to move your hips against him. At first, you started slow, rolling your hips in deliberate circles, savoring every inch of him. His cock twitched inside you, and you smirked, knowing the effect you were having on him.
As you picked up the pace, Levi’s grip on your waist tightened even more, his nails almost digging into your skin.
Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was messy and desperate, the heat of his mouth igniting a fire in your core. Your tongues met in a heated tangle, sliding and curling against each other, the taste of him intoxicating. His lips were firm yet pliant, and every movement sent a spark of electricity down your spine, leaving you breathless and craving more.
You moaned into his mouth as his cock hit that perfect spot inside you, and when you pulled back, a chain of saliva connected your lips. Levi’s eyes darkened as he looked at you, his gaze dropping to where you were joined.
“Fuck yourself on me just like that.” He commanded, his voice low and demanding. “ Don’t stop.”
His words sent a jolt through you, and your walls clenched around him in response. Levi noticed once again, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight.”
You began to move faster, the sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room. Your arousal coated him, and he groaned as he looked down, watching as you creamed on his cock.
“Look at that. You’re so wet for me. Fucking perfect.”
Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his neck, kissing and biting softly. Your tongue ran along the column of his throat, and you whispered in his ear, “Your cock feels so good, Levi. I love how deep you are inside me.”
His hands tightened on your hips, his breath hitching slightly at your words. You kissed his neck again, sucking lightly to leave a mark. “I want all of your cum inside me.” You whispered, your voice low and sultry. “Fill me up. I want to feel it.”
Levi’s cock twitched inside you, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You want me that much, don’t you?” You teased, running your hands through the hair until you reached the nape of his neck.
His eyes met yours, and the intensity in his gaze made your breath catch. “You’re fucking insufferable.” His tone exasperated but laced with affection. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against him as he thrust up into you. “But yeah, I want you that much.”
You grinned, gripping the back of his neck. “Then cum inside me, Levi. Give me everything.”
He swore under his breath, his movements becoming erratic as he neared his climax. “I’m gonna cum.” His voice strained.
“I know, baby.” Your hips continue to move against him. “I can feel it. Do it. Fill me up.”
With a deep groan, Levi buried himself inside you, his arms locking around your waist as he held you steady, his breath hitching audibly. The heat of his release spread through you, the sensation almost overwhelming as your body shuddered in response. A low rumble of satisfaction vibrated in his chest.
The intensity of the moment left your heart pounding, the connection between you palpable in every heavy breath you shared. You could feel his hot cum spilling into you, and the sensation sent a shiver through your body. You rested your forehead against his, your breath coming in short gasps as you both came down from the high.
A teasing grin spread across your face. “You’re not tired yet, are you?”
Levi’s brow furrowed, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “What?”
“Come on.” You leaned in to kiss him softly. “I know you’ve got a few more rounds in you. Don’t tell me you’re already spent.”
He frowned. “If I wanted to fuck your pussy until you couldn’t walk, I would. You know that, right?”
You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
Levi’s eyes narrowed, his tone dropping an octave. “Don’t test me.”
You started moving your hips again, your grin widening. “It’s okay, Levi. You can just relax. I’ll do everything. Sex with me can be kind of exhausting, I know.”
His grip on you tightened even more, and he let out a low growl. “Keep pushing me, and I’ll show you exactly what happens when you think you’re in charge.”
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Sure Levi.”
You smirked, rocking your hips teasingly as you leaned into Levi’s ear. “It’s okay that you want me to do everything.” You cooed, laughter lacing your words. “I was planning to exhaust you anyway. I just didn’t think you’d be so tired after round one.”
Levi’s eyes darkened instantly, the playful smirk dropping from his face. His grip tightened suddenly on your waist, and before you could react, he pulled you off his cock entirely, leaving you aching and empty. A whimper of disappointment left your lips, but it was quickly swallowed by a gasp as he lifted you effortlessly, forcing you down onto the chair before flipping your body forward.
Your hands gripped the seat, your breath coming in short pants as he pressed your back down lower. His palm sprawled across the small of your back, keeping you in place, face down, ass up. The position left you completely vulnerable to him, and you could feel the heat of his body hovering just behind you.
“Thought you were in charge, huh?” Levi’s voice was a deep, taunting drawl, his breath warm against your spine. “You really don’t know when to shut that mouth.”
He was so easy to rile up when he was horny. It almost made you laugh, but you knew you couldn’t. If you gave away the fact that you wanted this in any way, he’d make you go back to being in charge- which was fine with you, but you liked it when he fucked you with a little temper.
His hands slid up the backs of your thighs before hiking your dress up over your hips. You could feel the sharp inhale he took as he took in the sight of you, slick and ready, his fingers tracing the sticky evidence of your mixed arousal- spreading you apart to see just how much you needed him.
Your thighs trembled as he leaned in, his lips grazing the curve of your ass before he bit down. His hands tightened on your hips before he pulled back and, without warning, plunged his cock back inside you.
You cried out, gripping the chair as he pressed the head of his dick against you, teasing just for a moment before snapping his hips forward, burying himself inside you all at once. The sudden stretch stole your breath, your fingers digging into the chair as a sharp gasp left your lips, pleasure and intensity crashing over you in an instant. Just deep, hard thrusts that had you gasping with every stroke. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he fucked into you with an unforgiving pace.
“Talk all that shit…” He gritted out between thrusts, “...and now look at you.” His palm came down against your ass in a sharp slap, and you moaned loudly, your walls clenching around him in response.
You couldn’t form words as your body rocked forward with each deep stroke. The force of his thrusts sent jolts of pleasure through you, and your legs began to tremble. One of his hands snaked around you, his fingers circling your clit in rapid motions. The added sensation pushed you over the edge instantly, your body clamping down around him as your orgasm hit you like a wave.
“Fuck—Levi!” Your moans filled the room, your juices spilling down your thighs as your body shook.
But Levi didn’t stop. He fucked you through your orgasm, his fingers never letting up on your sensitive clit. The overstimulation sent your mind spinning, and tears pricked at your eyes as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming.
You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him through hazy vision. His face was just as flushed as yours, his brows furrowed in concentration, his lips parted slightly as he breathed heavily. Even through the intensity, even with him in complete control, you could still make him unravel.
Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him, reveling in the way his grip tightened. Your own body moved to meet his thrusts, and he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through your entire being.
“Fuck.” He exhaled, his pace faltering slightly. “Gonna cum—”
You bit your lip, your legs weak as you ground yourself against him. “Do it.” You whispered. “Fill me up again, Levi.”
His movements became erratic, his grip almost bruising as he buried himself deep inside you, a low, moan tearing from his throat as he came. You could feel his release coating your insides once more, hot and thick, so much that some of it was already spilling out of you.
For a moment, you both stayed like that, breathless and shaking. Then, Levi’s grip shifted. One hand slid up your spine before wrapping around your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest.
“You gonna keep up that attitude?” He spoke against your ear, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
Your breathing was uneven, your body still trembling, but you managed a small smirk. “I don’t have an attitude.”
Levi chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing your shoulder before sucking hard, leaving a mark. His other hand trailed down, fingers circling your spent clit again, making your breath hitch.
His cock was still buried inside you, still hard, still warm, stretching you perfectly. The heat of him pulsed inside, each subtle movement sending aftershocks of pleasure through your already trembling body. A shudder rolled down your spine as the fullness settled deep, leaving you gasping at the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed by him. You whimpered at the sensation, the fullness of him making you dizzy.
You reached back, running your fingers through his damp hair, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your neck. “Are you going to teach me to fly?” You ask, teasingly.
Levi’s lips moved along your throat, his kisses slow and heated, trailing up until his mouth hovered just beside your ear.
“No.” His voice was low, final, sending a shiver down your spine.
And then he rolled his hips into you again.
You sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as you pulled away from Levi, his cock slipping from you. Turning around, you cupped his face and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, your breath warm against his skin as you whispered, "Clearly, rewards don’t work on you, so I’ll just have to find other ways to convince you."
His eyes narrowed slightly, understanding your implication immediately. "You think you can hold out longer than me?" He scoffed, adjusting his pants as he tucked himself away. "You can’t."
"Okay.” You replied simply, smoothing down your dress as if nothing had happened, covering your breasts and shifting the fabric back into place.
Your hands brushed over your skin lightly, making sure every detail was just right before taking a seat behind your sewing table. When you looked up at him from your seated position, there was a new distance in your eyes. "If you’re not here for business, then you can go. I need to take a bath."
You knew the comment would get under his skin. His fist clenched slightly, but he didn’t take the bait right away. Instead, he exhaled sharply and folded his arms. "You have no idea why you even want to use the ODM gear. You don’t know what it comes with. If you weren’t in the position you’re in, I would teach you. As it stands now, there are too many eyes, and you’ll get yourself killed."
Your hands clasped under your chin as you looked away. "I understand.” Your voice remained velvety as you spoke, “I just don’t care.”
Levi’s gaze stayed fixed on you, studying you carefully. "And that’s exactly why I’m not teaching you.” His voice was laced with exasperation. "You’re too reckless."
The words stung, but you didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean you were giving up. Instead, you met his eyes again and pushed your chair back.
"I’m going to go fill the bath." You spoke evenly, standing up. "If you’re still here by the time it’s ready, you can join me."
Levi scoffed, shaking his head. "I knew you couldn’t hold out."
You smirked as you turned toward the stairs. "I’m not having sex with you in the bath." You corrected, glancing at him over your shoulder. "I’m just inviting you to join me—as a comrade."
His eyes flickered with something irritable before he tilted his head slightly. "How many other comrades have joined you in that bath?"
Your smirk widened as you walked away. "Your possessiveness is showing, Levi."
He rolled his eyes, but despite your comment, he followed you upstairs.
Back outside, the gang lounged on the worn stone steps, the dim light of the underground casting long shadows. Wil, Alfie, Klara, and Heinrich. They weren’t the whole gang, but definitely the ones who hung out together the most.
Wil smirked, tossing a small loaf of bread between her hands. "I'll give you the whole damn loaf if you walk in there right now." She teased, nodding toward the shop.
Klara's face twisted in horror. "Absolutely not! No way!" She shook her head violently. "I've already walked in on them once. It was... intense."
Alfie's eyebrows shot up in interest. "Wait, you knew about them this whole time?" His grin widened. "What happened?"
Klara crossed her arms with a grimace. "They're nasty. And I don’t just mean what they do. It’s what they say."
Wil leaned forward eagerly. "Like what?"
Klara made a face, clearing her throat before mimicking in a gruff voice, "‘You like it rough, huh? Say it.’" Then she switched to a breathier tone, "‘Yes, Levi, I love your big-’" She clamped a hand over her mouth, her face flushing deeply. "I’m not doing this."
Alfie let out a sharp laugh, clutching his stomach. "And she had the nerve to act like nothing was going on between them earlier! I knew it!"
Heinrich, who had been leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, let out a heavy sigh. "Why do you guys care about any of this?"
Alfie nudged him with an elbow. "What else are we supposed to talk about?"
Before Heinrich could answer, the sound of boots approaching drew their attention. Eduard strode up, his long dark brown hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck, eyes scanning the group. "Where’s the boss?"
The gang exchanged glances before Wil answered, "She’s inside."
Eduard frowned at their expressions. "You’re all acting weird."
No one said anything as he walked past them toward the door. The group remained silent, waiting, anticipation thick in the air.
A few long moments passed, the silence stretching as the group exchanged knowing glances. Then, finally, the door creaked open again, and Eduard stepped out, his expression unreadable.
The gang feigned casual disinterest, but the tension cracked as he leveled them with a deadpan look. "Did you guys know she’s fucking Levi? I just saw her in the bath with him."
Laughter erupted instantly. Wil leaned back against the steps, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, man."
Eduard scowled. "You guys are pieces of shit. Why would you let me walk in on that?!"
Klara, still red-faced, shook her head. "Let me guess. They didn’t even see you?"
Eduard sighed, running a hand down his face. "No. They didn’t. They were too busy saying—" He hesitated before shaking his head. "Never mind."
Alfie slapped him firmly on the back, grinning. "What do you think we were doing out here?"
As they waited, they began talking, the conversation bouncing between meaningless gossip and their usual banter… That was until Furlan appeared.
"Hey, guys.” He greeted casually. "Your boss around?"
The group tensed. "Uhh," Wil started, stretching the sound as she searched for a believable answer.
Furlan frowned slightly. "Okay, I’m gonna go in and talk to her."
"Don’t!" They all shouted at once.
Furlan blinked. "What? Why?"
Wil, thinking fast, threw out the first thing that came to mind. "She’s taking inventory."
Alfie, ever the smooth talker, slung an arm around him and steered him away. "You know her. She’s a perfectionist. Said if she sees a single soul enter the shop before she’s ready… well, she’s not gonna be happy. So I’m keeping watch of the door. Anything that can get said to the boss can get said to her right hand first."
Furlan eyed him suspiciously. "Are you being serious?"
Alfie nodded. "I’m being dead serious. Listen, you can go in if you want to-"
“Okay, great.” Furlan advanced toward the door.
“Ah ah ah.” Alfie brought him back in tighter, “I wasn’t finished. You can go in, but you’ll just have to fight me first.”
“What?”
Alfie shrugged, “If I let you in then she’ll kick my ass. So before that happens I’m gonna have to lay you out. I’m not trying to catch heat from the boss.”
Furlan rose an eyebrow, “She’s really taking inventory?”
Wil nodded, “She is really taking inventory, yes.”
Klara made some room on the steps, “You can sit…” Her words faded out as she looked over at Wil shaking her head. “...at home and then we’ll come and get you when she’s done.”
The man sighed exasperated, “Fine. I’ll be back.” He headed down the stairs once more.
Crisis averted. There was no real reason they didn’t let Furlan up. Maybe they were worried about your privacy. Maybe they knew he had a crush on you and didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Whatever the reason was, it all worked out thankfully.
For now it was a waiting game. Heist details couldn’t wait much longer. Oh they were so gonna tease the shit outta you during this next meeting.
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Although feedback is never a right it is always appreciated <3
This was the start of a fic that never took off. I was trying to work around a specific plot, and this just didn't cut it for me. I was trying something new. As a slow burn type of gal, if I start off the first chapter with smut it's very hard for me to push forward because I like to develop bonds through my writing instead of just having an established relationship.
I intentionally left this story open just in case I might throw another chapter in there, but please know this is intended to stand alone.
idea: Crowley convices Aziraphale to start a tiktok channel ("Just for funsies, angel. To show your ah cooking skills!"), but then edits the videos to make them look as lasciviously as possible. You know...like That foodporn guy.
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