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@levievent's LeviNSFW26 day 04: bodyguard + pornstar
⋆˙⟡ levi just scored his highest paying gig. the fact that you're the client is a bonus.
⋆˙⟡ ex-military/uber driver/bodyguard!Levi x pornstar fem!reader. 15.4k words. NSFW, sexual content. postwar Levi but in modern au, some background story for reader, guns/target practice, use of sex toys, public fingering/handjob and blowjob (beach/pool), squirting, cowgirl, p in v sex, creampie, orgasm denial, a little anal teasing, video recordings. 3rd half is set in the Philippines, and a few words and dialogues are in filipino, but dont worry, translations are provided!
ps. yey! two fics in one month!
pps. i hate this month. i got 2 days time-off and came back to 2 weeks worth of tasks lmao
ppps. this could've been a 5k oneshot, i know... also, pornstar name sucks im sorry i tried 😩😆
read on AO3 | masterlist | dividers by @uzmacchiato
There’s a faint hum in the air from the busy streets of Trost. If you listen closely, you’ll even hear the sounds of people talking loudly over their phones or the dogs barking from a distance.
But Levi doesn’t care about any of that.
What he cares about are the little moans you’re making while you’re riding the dildo that’s sticking to the floor. When you squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples, his fingers tighten around his mobile phone, as if they have a mind of their own and are thinking they’re the ones squeezing your tits instead.
Levi grunts, and the wet slick of skin on skin and the labored breaths speed up.
You giggle, as if you know.
His fist tightens around his cock. His hand that’s holding the cellphone above his face begins to tremble as it starts to feel numb. You lean forward, hands on the floor, tits pressed together between your upper arms as your movements quicken. Levi notes the way your brows crinkle and your eyes roll back, the way your lips part and your pants grow louder as you climax.
“Oh, fuck!” You pull away from the dildo to start patting and rubbing at your clit as you squirt at the camera.
“Shit—” The coil in his belly snaps, and the slap-slap-slap grows louder and faster, until he’s shooting ropes of cum all over his stomach.
Goddamn, what he would do to be inside you right-fucking-now.
You flash an innocent smile as if you didn’t just make a mess on your favorite (yes, he knows) faux fur rug, blow a kiss to the camera, then end the video, your pretty face abruptly disappearing behind a black background with a play button and a countdown of five seconds to the next video.
Levi sighs. Tired. Pathetic. He locks the screen of the phone and throws it somewhere on the bed.
So fucking pathetic.
He gets up to take a bath. Time to clock in on Uber. Make himself useful to the society.
Driving on Fridays is bothersome. Even more so when it’s a pay day. There’s moderate traffic everywhere, and it only gets worse towards the end of the day, when people go to malls or eat in restaurants to welcome the weekend.
But Levi doesn’t complain. It helps keep his mind busy, keeps the thoughts that haunt him even in his sleep at bay. Plus, it’s refreshing to see new places, even when he has to spend hours getting stuck in slow moving traffic.
Even when there’s a nosy kid at the back who asks where his fingers went.
“Jacob!” the mother scolds
“I asked nicely!” he reasons out in his defense.
Levi lets out a soundless sigh. “It’s alright.” He glances at the kid through the rear-view mirror and finds him looking back expectantly. “I lost them in war.”
“You were a soldier?” the kid asks excitedly.
“Air force.”
“Cool!!” The kid exclaims. “What were you fighting? Monsters? Aliens?”
Levi’s grip on the wheel tightens.
“Jacob, that’s enough,” the mother calls out, tugging at the kid’s arm. Then to Levi, “sorry about that. He just gets very excited and can’t keep his mouth shut.”
“It’s fine,” he answers, hands starting to sweat.
In his mind, he hears bombs whistling before detonating on land. He hears the voices, screams of people, cries of his comrades begging to be saved.
Shit, he thinks, not now.
But the noises refuse to stop.
Now would be a good time for heavy traffic.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens even more. “I need to–”
His phone rings, so sudden and so loud that it startles him.
The sounds stop.
“I need to take this,” he clears his throat, pressing the answer button after the woman nods in response. Hange’s loud voice screaming his name booms in the speaker, startling the three of them.
Jacob laughs heartily and mimics them “Levviiiiiii!!!!”
Levi lowers down the volume and answers “what do you want?”
“I got you a job!!!” they shriek. “Well, actually, an interview! As a bodyguard!” There’s a loud boom in the background. “Sorry. Wrong chemicals,” they chuckle awkwardly. “Anyway, the interview's tomorrow, at 10– AHH!” Silence. Static. Then, “Where was I? Ah, 10AM, Drip and Bite. The one near your place!”
“And they know about my knee? My hand?” he asks, skeptical. “My eye?”
“A-huh! Trust me!”
Well, that just makes them more suspicious.
“Who’s the client?”
They hesitate. “Well… they won’t disclose just yet.”
“Hange,” he warns.
“Trust me, they’re not criminals!”
“I’m sure you can easily defeat them if they are criminals!” Jacob pipes up, resulting in earning a slap in the arm and a few more scolding from his mother.
“You have passengers?” asks Hange.
“We’ll talk later.” He reaches for the end call button.
“Okie! But just so you know, I already told them we will be there!”
“What–”
The call ends before he can even continue.
“They sound like a nice friend,” Jacob remarks.
Levi lets out a little smile, glancing at the kid in the rear-view mirror. “Most of the time, yes.”
The conversation ends there, and not another one sparks even when they arrive at their destination. The kid jumps off the car after his mother, and before closing the door, he offers a salute to Levi and wishes him good luck for his interview. Levi mutters his thanks and smiles, which quickly turns into a scowl the moment the door’s closed and he’s driving away.
Hange doesn’t answer until the fifth ring.
“Yo, Lev—”
“Please tell me you were joking about the client.”
“Hmmmmm.”
“Hange.” He thinks he just busted a vein in his head. He pulls over right away and massages the bridge of his nose. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
“Of course not!” Hange exclaims. “All I know is that they’re famous!”
Hm.
“A celebrity?” he questions.
“Maybe! Or a politician,” they offer. “We’ll never find out unless we meet them!”
Levi smacks his forehead. “Fine.”
“Yep! No other answer but that!”
“Gotta go,” Levi sighs. “I need eight more trips to reach my quota.”
“Don’t be late!” Hange reminds him.
He ends the call this time.
Despite living in the one apartment the past four years, this is the first time he’s visiting the coffee shop (or any establishment, for that matter) around the complex. For two years, his routine involved going to therapy, grocery (when needed), then home. And when his therapy ended, he got a job in Uber a few months later and his routine changed to work outs in the morning, walking around the complex or jogging when his knee is in a good shape, masturbating to a certain pornstar’s videos (that’s still work out, right?), making lunch, and then driving around town after. He tries to reach his quota before midnight, eats the remaining food from lunch when he gets home, and goes to sleep. And repeat. There’s no time for leisure activities, and when he does get some free time, he spends it by reading books.
The café where he is about to meet his potential client is small. Thre are only a few customers, perhaps because the café has a gloomy aura. With its black interiors, white marbled floors, and black and silver tables and chairs, it looks more like a small diner than a coffee shop. Nat King Cole sings (I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons in the background. There’s only one barista behind the counter, a brunette with a name tag that reads Potato.
“Good morning!” She welcomes him with a smile. “What can I get for you?”
Levi looks up at the overhead menu, skipping to tea blends. “Matcha latte. Hot.”
“How about a sandwich? Or dessert?” she offers while punching in his order.
He shakes his head in answer, then fishes for his wallet to pay. He drops the change to the tip jar and leaves to claim the table by the window, where he pretends to be staring at the parked cars by the curbs or watching the people and cars pass by.
He hates this peace. How can he be just sitting here or driving around when there’s somewhere on the other side of the world? How can he be sipping lattes when his comrades are still fighting in that war?
Cue in a subtle pain from his hands. To be exact, from the stumps where his pinky and ring fingers should be.
Right. He’s useless now that he has a broken knee and missing some fingers and an eye.
The barista walks up to his table to serve his latte.
Hange barges in just then, throwing the door open and yelling “Oi, shorty!” They sit across from him, sighing loudly. “Goodness, it’s so hot outside! We should all go to the beach.”
“Our client’s late.” Levi takes a sip of his latte.
Hange glances at their wristwatch and says “relax, it’s just 10:06!” in a loud voice, as if it’s a public service announcement. Then, without a word, they get up and leave to order a drink.
Levi turns outside and notices the blonde who steps out of a white SUV, carrying a manila folder under one arm. She enters the cafe, adjusts her eyeglasses and looks around, eyes landing on him immediately.
“Levi Ackerman?”
“Yes.”
She offers a handshake and introduces herself. “Rico Brzenska. Nice to meet you.”
“Hange’s the one you talked to,” he clarifies, pointing to the said person.
“Oiiii, Rico! What’s your drink?”
“You know each other,” he realizes.
“One subject,” says Rico before heading towards Hange to get a drink.
An uneasy feeling pools in his stomach. He senses eyes on him, watching him. But wherever he looks he can’t find anything or anyone suspicious. The feeling stays even after Hange and Rico are back.
Levi regards Rico with subtle scrutiny. She doesn’t look like someone who needs protecting.
"Who's the client?”
She turns to him with a calm expression. “I can’t disclose that just yet. Privacy,” she answers without breaking eye contact. “All I can say is that this isn’t illegal. In all aspects.”
Levi lets out a sharp breath that sounds like a laugh. “You're stupid if you think I’ll say yes given such little info.”
“I know,” Rico acknowledges. “Hence this,” gesturing at your group begrudgingly. “You’re the eleventh.”
Which means they’re desperate.
“What makes you think this will turn out differently?”
“I don’t,” she admits. “But I gotta try for her.” And then, “shit.”
For her…
The barista walks up to their table with the tray of Hange and Rico’s drinks.
“Ugh! Sorry, I’m dying to ask,” Hange blurts out, catching her wrist as she turns to leave. “Is Potato really your name?”
A stunned look washes over Rico’s face at the interruption, shaking her head and sighing in disbelief after receiving a helpless shrug from Levi.
The barista laughs. “No, it’s Sasha. And I love potatoes, that’s why!”
“Oh.” Hange doesn’t seem thrilled by the fact.
“Enjoy your drinks!” Sasha says and leaves.
An awkward silence settles as Hange stabs the lid of the cup of their frappe.
Rico clears her throat, then nudges the folder towards Levi. “As for the job, all you have to do is look after her and keep her out of trouble, as typical of a bodyguard.”
“Does her get in a lot of trouble?” Hange asks after a long sip.
“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate at all. “She’s a very… active woman.”
“Looks like she needs a babysitter, not a bodyguard,” he suggests with an eyeroll. “Why not hire Hange?”
“Hange is a troublemaker.”
Said person harrumphs. “Is not!”
Levi opens the folder and finds his resume upfront. He skips to the next page, which details the skills he’s required to have and tasks he’s expected to perform. “Firearms and weapons proficiency, good to have,” he reads with curiosity.
“Right. She doesn’t think she’s someone who needs that kind of protection.”
Dissatisfied with Rico’s answer, he only flips to the next page which outlines his benefits: meals and accommodation all covered by employer, visa processes and trip expenses shouldered by employer, and his salary: a whopping thousand bucks every-fucking-month.
“This–” He eyes Rico suspiciously. “And you’re telling me this isn’t illegal.”
Hange peeks at the page over the edge of the folder and gasps dramatically.
“You don’t think you deserve that? Or do you want more?” She fixes her glasses, then props her arms on the table, desperation obvious in her eyes. “We can discuss it now.”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” he points out.
Rico straightens up in her seat. “You don’t need to worry about anything, Mr. Ackerman. The only threats you’ll ever have to worry about in this job are her obsessive fans and stalkers.”
Levi flips the manila folder closed.
“C’mon, Levi!” Hange nudges him in the waist.
He ignores them. “Will I regret saying no to this?”
“Depends. If you are a fan,” she pauses to adjust her glasses, “yes.”
“Is she there?” he tries, glancing at the SUV. He’s certain there is someone in there who’s currently looking back at him.
Rico refuses to answer.
“For once and for all,” Hange takes a quick sip of their frappe, “can’t you just tell us who she is? Promise, we won’t talk!”
“Can’t,” is all she says.
“How about what movie she starred in?” Hange persists, but Rico only shakes her head. “Series?” Another shake of head. “Game shows? Variety shows?” Nothing. “Did she join Hell’s Kitchen? Family Feud? Was she ever in Judge Judy??”
Rico doesn’t budge.
“Uhh, can Levi and I talk about this for now?” Hange chuckles awkwardly. “Before he makes a bad decision.”
“No need,” he says, decided.
“What? Noooo!” Hange wails.
Rico’s shoulders drop. Levi’s the best candidate so far, which is why she thought of increasing the offer by half, hoping it would close the deal. But what did she expect? Levi is an ex-soldier. He’s not stupid and will not be easily blinded by that.
“Alright.” She forces a smile, retrieving the folder as she gets up. “Thank you for meeting with me.” She’s so tired.
Levi only watches.
“Seriously?” Hange whines.
If Rico is indeed desperate, she wouldn’t just give up like this.
The door to the SUV suddenly opens. Levi catches the movement in his peripherals, turns to find a woman in a black jacket and light-washed jeans, all too familiar even with the baseball cap, sunglasses, and black face mask that are covering her face.
Hange’s jaw drops. “Holy shit. Is that–”
Rico whips her head in the same direction. “No!”
You walk into the cafe and towards them.
Fucking Christ, he was just jerking off to a video of you in a maid outfit this morning!
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rico questions in a hushed yet exasperated voice.
Levi stares up at you like you’re an angel, complete with the wings and the halo, and baby cherubs in the background.
“Well, clearly your negotiating skills aren’t working, so…” you shrug, turning to face Levi. “Hello, Levi!”
His lips tremble. His throat won’t fucking make any sound!
Only God knows how much he’s dreamed of hearing his name from your mouth.
“No. We will not bully him into being your bodyguard.”
You blink innocently. “I’m not a bully.”
“This is insane,” Hange utters.
He is going insane, quietly breathing in the air just to get a whiff of your cologne, fresh and sweet, like candies and marshmallows.
You take your manager’s seat, pulling your facemask down to take a sip of Rico’s coffee. His eye zones in on your lips, glossy strawberry red. He can’t even begin to think about how often he fantasized those lips to be pressing kisses all over his body.
Rico grumbles under her breath as she drags the nearest seat for herself. “I told you I will take care of this!”
“Relax, manager dearest, I will be fine,” you say with a lilt in your voice, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly and then turning back to Levi. “My bodyguard’s here.”
“No. He said no,” she says matter-of-factly.
Well, technically, he hasn’t yet.
“Did he?” You take another sip. Levi watches your throat bobbing as you swallow, and something inappropriate flashes before his eyes. “So…” You prop your elbows on the table, then your chin on the back of your interlaced fingers.
The sickly sweet smile on your face makes the hairs on his body stand up.
Ah, what a good day to be alive. Who would’ve thought he’d be this lucky to see you smiling right at him?
“Did Rico tell you about the photography yet?”
The daydreaming stops abruptly. “Photography?”
“I don’t see any reason to discuss this—”
You cut her off. “During trips, you’ll be all-around. That includes being my photographer.”
Levi blinks. “You mean…”
“That and the trip itself!” You answer excitedly.
Hange chokes on their frappe.
“You said you won’t be filming in this one,” argues Rico.
“I might not is what I said,” you giggle, eyes focused on Levi’s face. “Changed my mind.”
As if he’s the reason for the fact.
Shivers run up his spine.
“That’s easy peasy for Levi!” claims Hange.
“I don’t know shit about photography.”
“Don’t worry, it’s only a digicam. Nothing complicated,” you assure him with an innocent smile. “You don’t have to be a pro! You just need a good eye and angle.” You wink.
“I haven’t even accepted the job yet,” he points out.
You pout. “Aww… I thought you did.”
His jaw drops. How could he fucking say no to that now?!
“He definitely will accept the job!” Hange blurts out.
“You’re both bullying him,” Rico grumbles.
Levi grabs his drink to swallow down the lump in his throat.
“Please?” You reach for his hands, and he swears his pants just got tighter. “I’m desperate. I have a trip to the Philippines in two weeks, and I haven't found my Superman yet.”
Is it just him or did someone turn the fucking aircon off?
Rico shakes her head while pinching her forehead.
Hange kicks at his left leg under the table.
His fingers twitch, tempted to kiss your hands.
Fine. He is indeed going to regret this if he doesn’t take the job.
Besides, it’s not like he’s got anything to lose. This job will pay him so much more than driving around town does. The benefits are good, the perks even better. Plus, you are the client. The woman of his (wet) dreams. He’ll be with you every day and night. You’ll be the last person he sees before he sleeps and the first person he’d talk to when he wakes up. And he’ll finally get to watch in person and even film you while you ride your toys. He’ll get to hear you moan every-fucking-day! He’s finally graduating from just watching on screen! Goddamn, what else can he possibly ask for?
“Fine.” His mouth opens before he even concludes his deliberation.
“Fine as in…”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine as in, fine, I’ll be your bodyguard.”
“Yey!” You crack a smile, squeezing his hands before letting go. “I don’t really need to say this anymore, but for the sake of officializing it: you’re hired.”
Hange claps excitedly.
Rico sighs, tired but also relieved. Finally, this puts an end to her unending search for a bodyguard.
Levi takes another sip of his tea, pretending he’s not melting inside (and down there.)
“I’d prefer if you started this week so that we can get to know each other, but I’m not rushing you. Not at all!” You pull out a pen from the pocket of your jacket and use it to write your address on the inner face of the manila folder cover. “Feel free to drop by whenever you’re ready.”
Your address and number. On paper.
HE’S GOT YOUR ADDRESS AND NUMBER ON PAPER.
“Okay,” is all he manages to utter.
You take your sunglasses off. Levi thinks time slows down.
So fucking beautiful. And you aren’t even wearing any makeup besides the lip gloss.
It’s a good thing you’re sitting with your back facing the majority of the customers, else you would’ve stirred up a commotion. Needless to say, he knows most of the people are aware that you aren’t just any ordinary person, if the faint hum of gossip is an indication of that.
“Looking forward to having you in my team, Levi.”
His name in your voice sounds like a symphony in his head.
You extend your hand towards him.
“Likewise.”
Your hands are the smoothest he’s ever touched.
How did he get so fucking lucky?
Rico badgers you into putting your sunglasses on again, and you do so only after you get her to buy you coffee. You linger for a while, sipping slowly from your drink while Hange babbles about Levi back in their college days. By the time you’ve finished your coffee and are ready to leave, it’s as though you’ve been friends with them for a long time, kissing their cheek and hugging them as you prepare to leave.
“Goodness, you smell so good!” Hange groans in cute aggression, squeezing you in their arms. “And your boobs are so soft, holy crap! Levi, they’re real!”
He chokes on his saliva.
You laugh, turning to him. “See you again soon?”
“Yes.”
You smile. Then, you lean forward to kiss him on the cheek.
Fuck, his skin tingles and a knot forms in his belly. Fuuuuck.
Gotta keep his cool.
Knuckles tightened, he says, “do you always kiss your bodyguards on their cheeks?”
“Only the special ones,” you answer with a wink. You take his hand, the one with incomplete fingers, and squeeze it gently in parting. “You have my number.” As if you’re inviting him to be phone pals.
Fuuuuuck, just leave already. He’s so ready to run back home and jerk off until he runs dry.
“Enough flirting,” Rico grumbles, dragging you out of the café by the hood of your jacket.
Levi drops to sit, his knees trembling, his belly aching. Hange follows suit, eyes still wide in disbelief.
“Oh my God, I would devour her.”
“You’re disgusting.”
Hange makes a face at him. “Don’t be a hypocrite! You would definitely do her if there were only the two of you.”
Levi doesn’t have anything to counter that.
“You were practically fucking her somewhere in your mind ever since she came in.”
“I wasn’t,” he clears his throat.
“I’ve seen the way you were looking at her the whole time.”
Hange pokes him in the waist, and he swings his elbow at them. “Shut up.”
“Maaaan, I gotta let Erwin know! He’d be so thrilled.” They laugh evilly, fishing for their phone in the pocket of their coat. “And Miche would totally flip. He’s also a fan, you know?”
Of course, he knows. He learned about you after he caught Miche watching your videos.
Your car pulls out of the curb. He can imagine you smiling at him behind the tinted window.
Hange stands up abruptly, causing the chair to shriek against the floor. “We gotta go. We must buy you a camera. You gotta practice pornography– I mean, photography!” Hange takes his hand, pulling him out of his seat.
Levi holds his ground, staring with a deadpan expression at them. “This is all your fault.”
Hange persists. “Nanaba— has a— camera—” they say in between huffs, nearly stumbling backwards when Levi finally stands up. “I’m sure she’ll lend us! I’ll be your test subject!”
“I will only embarrass myself in front of her,” he grumbles, dragging himself after Hange…
…who keeps blabbering as if they aren’t hearing anything but themselves. “Actually, I've been meaning to buy one for myself. That’s right. Let’s go buy one now!”
Levi watches them make a U-turn to the bus stop.
“Fuck.”
“And you really gotta practice pornography too,” Hange shouts back, earning a mixture of funny and shocked looks from a few people around.
Levi pretends he isn’t the one being talked to while grumbling under his breath “no, I don’t.”
The further he drives into the subdivision, the more he grows suspicious of the address you gave him.
No. Perhaps, he got the place wrong. Or Waze messed up the pin again.
The houses only get bigger as he drives further.
Is this some kind of a stupid test? Are you playing with him?
He soon reaches the address. He pulls over the curb, under the shade of a large oak tree and in front of a double-storey factory style house made of red bricks. The door to the garage is open, the parked SUV inside confirming this is indeed your house.
Levi doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly isn’t this. Do people in the porn industry become this rich? Or have you always been this rich? Or maybe… no. The other option isn’t something he’s willing to put into an idea in his head.
He looks up at the veranda above the garage. Large planters decorate one corner of the floor. The hanging basket chair by the glass doors sways gently to the wind just like the cream-colored curtains that are dancing against the doors. He’s seen that chair. You filmed there once. And those curtains—
He forces himself to focus.
He sends you a quick ‘I’m here’ before stepping out of the car.
The driver, who’s wiping the SUV, looks up at the sound of him closing the door. “Are you the bodyguard?”
“Yes.” Levi walks up to the gate.
The driver reaches over at something on the wall behind him. Levi hears a click from the pedestrian gate, and it swings open by an inch. He lets himself in, and the driver goes back to cleaning the car without so much as another glance his way.
The large arc-shaped wooden door opens inward and behind it stands Rico, welcoming him into the house.
Levi takes a deep breath as he looks around. Damn, the living room alone is easily twice bigger than his apartment! Warmth and light fills the huge space through the large window placements that also offer views of the surroundings of the house. A long couch in white leather sits in front of the fireplace that is flanked by full-sized windows showing the pool at the backyard. A large painting of a Russian Blue hangs above the fireplace. And another painting of the same cat over the wall-mounted TV. He turns to the other side of the living room to look at the cello that is erected on a wooden platform. Behind it is a floor–to-ceiling cabinet of wines.
Upstairs, a door slams shut.
“Levi!” You call from the second floor, and he watches you hurry down the stairs like a high school girl who’s excited to meet his boyfriend. You’re wearing a pair of black dolphin shorts and loose pink cropped top, your nipples stiff under the cotton.
He quickly averts his gaze and focuses his eye on your face instead.
You smile innocently. “Did you have lunch already?”
“It’s just nine-thirty,” he deadpans.
“Is it?” You chuckle. “Felt like ages since I last saw you.” You take his hand and drag him to the kitchen, where he awkwardly hangs around the entrance while you walk towards the fridge. “You eat chia pudding?”
Already, without his answer, you grab two small jars from the fridge and parfait spoons from a cupboard. You gesture at Levi to follow you out to the backyard where the pool is, along with a picnic table, a pizza oven, and barbecue grill.
He sits across from you. You open one of the jars for him. “They’re homemade,” you say, grin proudly. “Chia seeds, almond milk, raspberries, blueberries, and kiwi. Some put strawberries, but I hate strawberries.” You pass him his spoon.
“But you’re Strawberry,” he murmurs.
You pause in the middle of popping a raspberry into your mouth to blink at him.
Shit.
“Well, it’s just a stage name,” you smile knowingly, continuing on without commenting about his slip up.
He doesn’t dare speak anymore, even when he wants to say the pudding tastes like shit. You later realize it’s the batch where you forgot to put honey to taste.
You show him around the house so that once he moves in, he’s familiar with his way around. You bring him to your room, which is the one with the balcony, and he can’t help but compare every nook and cranny to the spaces he’s seen in your videos—the cabinet where you keep your lingerie sets, the drawers where you put your toys in…
His room is opposite yours. It’s got a queen bed, a work desk, a cabinet, and his own bathroom. There’s also a balcony, overlooking the backyard and the city to the south.
He turns back to the room and finds you already seated on the bed, leaning back, fingers splayed on the mattress.
“If you don’t like something, let me know and we can get you new ones later.”
“It’s fine.”
The bathroom’s immaculate. There’s a bathtub—he’s never used one in his life. The cupboard is stocked with essentials: toothpaste, toothbrush, tissue papers, and face towels. Under the sink counter are cleaning supplies. There’s nothing else he can possibly ask for.
“Great! That means you can move in whenever you’re ready.” You get off the bed by leaping towards the direction of the door. “But for now, we’re going out to buy you clothes. For the beach trip and for your uniform.”
“I have clothes,” he says.
You turn to face him. “But we’re going to the beach!”
“I have clothes,” he insists.
“And I’m your boss,” you counter, hands on your waist. “We’ll buy you new clothes when I say so.”
“Fine,” he sighs defeatedly.
“Good. Plus,” you turn away and open the door, “I want to see how you handle your gun.” You wink at him and leave.
Crap. He hasn’t held one in the last four years.
On his way back to the living room, he realizes he hasn’t seen any other person in the house. No one is in the kitchen, nor is anyone hiding in any of the restrooms. Only you in your room, Rico with him in the living room, and Marlo, the driver, in the garage.
Hm.
Thirty minutes later, you join him and Rico in the living room, wearing a pair of knee-high tan suede leather booths and an off-white button-down shirtdress with cuffed long sleeves. The mid-thigh flounce hem of the dress adds movement to the design, which makes you look cute when you walk.
Like a doll that he wants to keep to himself.
You insist he sit with you at the back so that you can chat during the trip. The first few minutes of the ride are quiet. You’re looking outside, watching the buildings and cars you’d pass by, while he’s secretly bathing in the delicious scent of your perfume. You start asking stuff about himself, simple questions like what his favorite food and drink are and places he likes going to. There are times when he thinks you’d ask about his missing fingers or his broken eye, when you’re looking at his hand for a second too long, or the way your eyes would zone in on his empty left eye when you’re looking at his face. But you don’t, and he’s glad that he doesn’t have to talk about them this early. He knows he would have to tell the story one of these days, but the atmosphere in the car is just too peaceful, your mood so bright, that he doesn’t want to crush any of it. And then you ask about his favorite pastimes, and he nearly chokes on his saliva. He answers the very first activity that he’s been doing day and night (it’s not jerking off to your videos, of course): driving around town. You seem satisfied with his answer, seeing you nodding before turning back outside.
He’s never been more thankful for the past year he’s driving Uber.
Lunch is… quite surprising to him, for the lack of a better word. Perhaps it’s because he didn’t expect you would sit with the three of them on one table. Even more so when you share some of your food with Rico and Marlo. Watching you talk excitedly about your trip, numerous trivia about Palawan and Tagaytay that you learned when you were doing your research, and the souvenirs you would take home for them… It looks to him like your whole world revolves only around the two of them.
Like you aren’t just their employer.
Marlo goes back to the car to wait even when you insist he joins the three of you. People turn your way as you walk around the department store, but you ignore them, focusing on the task at hand: pampering Levi (your words.) You grab three sets of suit and tie, complete with a pair of dress shoes for his uniform, and for the trip, you get a couple of beach attire and casual clothes. You also grab a few pairs of swimsuits, some even matching Levi’s boardshorts, and he schools a poker-face while you giggle about wearing ‘couple outfits’ on your way to the fitting room. You also grab some toys and learning materials for Rico’s little brothers and sisters for her personal trip.
Levi carries your shopping bags as if he’s more of your PA than your bodyguard, and surprisingly, he doesn’t give a fuck.
On your way back to the car, you grab some ice cream sandwiches, stressing about Marlo’s as it melts.
Your next stop is an indoor shooting range facility. The RO is a retired blonde police officer who you seem to be good friends with, exchanging stories for a couple minutes before introducing the two of them to each other, leaving out the part about him being a past military officer.
Honestly, Levi thinks he can no longer hold a gun anymore. Even when he secured a license to own and possess, he never really bought his own gun. He doesn’t think it’s necessary since he’s never going back to the military. He doesn’t think it’s worth it at all.
Until now.
When he lifts the gun and holds it with his left as his shooting hand, aiming at the bullseye and hitting it at the lower curve, he could only stare at the target for a moment in disbelief.
He hit it.
Yes, he almost missed, but he still hit it. With only one working eye.
The intercom to his right crackles with static. “Mhm… looking good, Mr. Ackerman.”
A funny feeling bubbles in his stomach. “Shut up.”
You chuckle, then hum with intrigue when Levi shifts the gun to his right hand.
“Careful, Levi, or I might blow you right now.”
Another voice joins in, clearing her throat and then sighing your real name.
“I’m just teasing, Annie,” you laugh, turning to the RO. “Can’t help it, not with a bodyguard like that.”
The gunshot pulls your and Annie’s attention back to the firing area.
He doesn’t even need to see the target up close to know that he missed the bullseye by a few centimeters. And even if he wants to blame it on the fact that you’re fucking distracting, he knows it’s because of his hand.
You whistle into the intercom.
He puts the gun down and turns to you. “Happy now?”
“And horny.” You grin at him through the glass partitions. “You might’ve just unlocked a new kink in me.”
Levi rolls his eyes. You’re satisfied. Good.
But he’s not.
He’s a fucking failure. How’s he supposed to protect you like this?
—
Levi can’t remember the last time he’s been on a leisure trip. In fact, he thinks he’s never been at any airport at all either in the thirty-eight years he’s been alive.
He hates it.
It’s so noisy, so crowded. So many eyes looking at his face and his hands, then at you, realizing who you are despite the sunglasses and facemask you’re wearing.
After checking in your luggage, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. You transfer your neck pillow onto Levi’s shoulders, insisting you’ll be fine on your own since the restroom’s only a few blocks away. Levi watches you leave.
“Don’t do that.”
He turns to Rico who’s looking at him disappointedly.
“Don’t ever let her walk by herself.”
“But she’s going to the restroom.”
“So you walk her to the restroom.”
Levi’s jaw hangs. Now, he feels stupid.
“It’s fine. You’ll get used to it.”
“Fuck.” It’s not fine. He already fucked up on day-fucking-one.
He turns in the direction of the restrooms.
“You’re her bodyguard. Ironically, you should be the last person to consider her privacy.”
“I understand.”
Rico taps his shoulder.
In the background, a woman announces several flight arrivals in the PA system.
“Make sure she’s happy.” Her grip on his shoulder tightens. “She always comes first.”
The hardness in her gaze punches the air out of his lungs.
“I know this is all new to you. It’s all new to her as well. She’s never had a bodyguard until now.” Rico lets go of him to adjust her glasses, ignoring the questioning look on his face. “It’s always been just us three. Hiring you was my idea. I didn’t want her to cancel her trip, not when she’s so excited for it, but I also can’t not go home. Marlo can’t travel out of the country either, so I insisted she get a bodyguard.” She glances in the direction behind him. You must be on your way back now. “She’s been through a lot in the past.”
You leap to Levi’s side. “What are you two talking about without me? Pornstars?”
“The weather in the Philippines,” Rico lies.
“Traitors,” you accuse with no real heat in your voice. “I should ban you three from talking about other pornstars besides me.”
Rico’s the first to pull you into a hug, but she quickly breaks it. “Enjoy your trip.”
“Wow, that was… weird,” you chuckle. Then, you pull her again to another hug that’s longer and tighter than the first one. “You too. Say hi to your mom and dad for me.”
“You tell them that when you come pick me up in three weeks.”
“Love you!” You cup her face to kiss her cheek.
Rico wipes the residue of lip gloss from her cheek, while glaring at you. In a fond way.
What a weird pair. Reminds him of some duo…
Fine. Trio.
You walk ahead. Levi follows one step behind, watching your every step, every sway of your hips, and swinging of your hands. And then you stop in your tracks, turning to him and clinging to his arm like he’s more of your boyfriend than bodyguard.
“I’m so excited,” you gush. “I’ll finally get to eat real halo-halo!”
All-around, huh?
“Is there anyone you’re going to meet? Anyone coming along that I need to know?”
“Hmm…” You turn to him from looking at a display of jewelries in a boutique. “You mean other pornstars?” He gives you the side-eye, making you laugh. “Just us two, don’t worry. Unless you want to meet anyone? If it’s a threesome you want, I know who to call!”
“Christ.”
You chuckle, hugging his arm tighter. “Seriously though, it’s just us two.” You pull closer to say in his ear “I’m all yours.”
“Great,” he says with a snort. “Can’t wait.”
All his.
Deep inside, his heart is racing, pumping all his blood down south.
The resort doesn’t even feel like a resort at all. It’s too empty. Too quiet. It’s more like a well-maintained deserted island than a place for vacation.
From breakfast up until now that it’s past three-thirty in the afternoon, besides the staff members, Levi’s only seen around four tourists in total.
“Well, it isn’t peak season, so…” You trail off as you finally find the perfect spot to sunbathe.
It doesn’t look anything different from the rest of the coastline.
“We could’ve settled near the resort,” he comments as he sets your foldable lounger chair on the sand.
You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “I like it better here where there are less people.”
“No one at all, you mean to say.” He sits on his foldable chair next to you.
You take off your sheer white maxi dress, leaving yourself only in a simple black two-piece bikini. You roll it into a ball before passing it to Levi, who grumbles under his breath while neatly folding the dress and then putting it in your canvas bag, which contains a bottle of sunblock, sunglasses, and a bar of chocolate that’s probably melted by now.
With a satisfied sigh, you lie on your lounger chair, arms raised so that your hands are under your head. “There are currently five couples, a group of six, and a family of four in this resort.” You reach a hand towards Levi, twirling your fingers. “Sunglasses, please, my love.”
He retrieves the said glasses from the canvas bag. “And you know that how?”
“I had Rico check with the manager,” you answer. “Had to make sure our vacation’s peaceful.”
“What’s the point of hiring me then?” he questions with a brow raised.
You raise your sunglasses momentarily to return a raised brow at him. “Why? Did you want a place so crowded you can shove people away every minute?”
“You’re funny." He rolls his eyes.
Laughter bubbles from your throat. “You don’t need a horde of men with raging cocks to show me your strength.”
Levi shakes his head at the playful wink you threw at him. The conversation ends at that. He leans back in his chair and soon, he finds himself relaxing at the sound of the sea.
“You know you can walk around if you want. Find a chic to flirt with. Enjoy the beach as you wish.” You speak after a while. “But before that, would you mind helping me with the sunblock?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” is all he says as he fishes for the huge bottle of sunblock from your bag. “500– goddamn, are you going to chug this?”
“Shut up!” You laugh heartily, and he decides he really isn’t going anywhere if leaving means missing the sound of your laughter. “And you’re so clingy,” you tease, sitting up and untying your halter bra, laughing once more when he looks away the moment the pads slide down. “You can’t not look, you know? Unless your goal is to touch where you shouldn’t touch.”
“Fuck off.” He whips his head to look and is met with your pretty smile and your bare and equally pretty chest.
He must’ve seen them a hundred times already, on screen, but seeing them in person is a whole new experience. A totally different feeling.
Fuck. He could look at you and nothing but you the whole day and he won’t ever get tired of it.
“Hello? Earth to Levi?”
He snaps out of his thought bubble and clears his throat. “Just fucking lie down already.”
You chuckle, extending towards him the hand where your bikini set dangles on a finger. Grumbling, Levi snatches them and shoves them into the bag. You lie on your stomach, and he carefully applies the lotion on your back.
“Don’t forget the butt!” You remind him, and he only grumbles incoherently before lathering a good amount of lotion onto the cheeks of your butt.
Then comes the hard part: applying sunblock on your front.
“Can’t you do this yourself?” he groans.
“I’ll miss some spots!”
“You’re insufferable." But he’s already squeezing lotion onto his palm.
You put on a show of swaying your hips and squeezing your tits for him. And when his hand massages the sunblock on one of your breasts, you bite your lower lip and let out a muffled moan.
“Don’t,” he snaps.
You moan loader. “Your hand feels so good, Levi.”
“Stop it,” he clicks his tongue.
“You’re so innocent,” you chuckle.
“I’m not,” he admits. “And you’re insufferable,” he says, more passionately than he’s ever heard himself spoken in his entire life.
“Your other head seems to think otherwise,” you giggle, glancing at his crotch and then wiggling your brows at him. “Just how big is that, Levi? Need help with it?”
“No.” He snaps the bottle cap close and shoves it into your bag.
You put your sunglasses back on, your hands at the back of your head, and start singing “is that a baton in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
“That song’s stupid,” he grumbles under his breath.
He didn’t survive the war just to die by the endless teasing of his favorite pornstar, did he?
The first few days pass by in a breeze with nothing exciting happening. Breakfast, a little tour around the island to look for good spots for a photoshoot, lunch, siesta, swimming in the beach or sunbathing, then dinner. It’s the same shit every day but Levi doesn’t complain.
As long as you’re having fun.
On the fourth night, with a bottle of beer in hand, you hang around the pool after dinner. You aren’t even swimming, just dipping in the water by the side, arms propped on the ground next to him who’s seated on the edge, his feet dipped in the water and with his own bottle of beer in his hands.
“How about we make this unboring by playing truth or dare?”
“No.”
You don’t take that for an answer. “Truth, it is! Who’s your favorite pornstar?”
He clicks his tongue. Then, with a straight face, he answers, “I don’t watch porn.”
“Wrong answer!” He glares at you, but you don’t back down. “For every wrong answer, you take off one piece of item you’re wearing.”
He rolls his eyes. “No.”
“Come on! Don’t you want to see me naked?”
He looks at you from head to toe. You’re wearing only a one-piece bikini.
“If you want to get naked, I’m not going to stop you.”
You blow a heavy sigh loudly.
He takes a swig. “I’ve seen some of your vids.”
“And?” You urge in a nonchalant tone, pretending the confession didn’t tickle your interest for even a bit.
“That’s already one truth,” he points out.
“Ughh, you’re annoying.”
He smirks. “Your turn.”
You empty your can of beer, then you try to make it stand on the surface of the water. It stays upright for only two seconds.
“Only one man has made me feel really good so far.” There’s a sad smile on your face that makes him stare for a bit too long before realizing it’s his turn.
“Dare.”
You hum happily. “Besides my lips, where else would you want to kiss me? Be creative.”
He blinks.
You smile expectantly.
Well, of course, that would be your chest, or your thighs. Or hips. He’s such a sucker for your hips.
He leans forward to kiss your eyes, left and then right.
“I’m giving you a second chance!” You huff, and when he reaches for your face again, you slap his hands away, making him laugh. “Wrong answer.”
“Fine, fine.” He takes his shirt off, then laughs at the petulant look on your face.
For the rest of the night, he can’t stop wondering who that man is.
The next night, a couple finally walks up to you.
Well, more like the guy does, while his girlfriend is stomping after him.
“You’re Strawberry Brooks, right?”
Levi notices you inching backwards. “Yes.”
“Shit—” he chuckles in disbelief. “Damn, I knew I should’ve brought my pen!” he mutters to himself. “But anyway, I’m a fan! Can I take a picture with you?”
His girlfriend’s nose flares.
“Come on, she’s fine,” he chuckles, awkwardly this time, noticing you glancing at his partner. “She watches you too!”
“Yeah, sure,” she grumbles, turning away. “Just a picture. Nothing else!”
“See?” He fishes for his phone and positions himself beside you, angling his phone for a selfie shot. “Until when will you be here?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Levi answers.
The guy glares at him for a second. “Anyway, I’m just curious. May I feel your boobs? My friends and I, we have a bet—”
Your jaw drops. His girlfriend breaks into tears and walks away without a word. You would’ve hit him with the broomstick that’s nearby if Levi didn’t step in between you and the stranger.
“Get the fuck out of here.” His hands are balled into fists.
“But I—”
“One.”
“Damn,” he moans regretfully and leaves.
Levi turns to you with a glare. “You would’ve said yes.”
“Of course not! Is that how little you think of me?” You cross your arms and pout at him. “I’m hurt.”
Shit. “No. That’s not it.”
You smack his arm. “Yes, I am a pornstar and I aim to please most of the time, but he’s a jerk.” You hug his arm. “I felt bad for the girlfriend. I hope she dumps him.”
“He is an asshole,” he agrees.
“And he thinks my boobs are fake!” You exclaim, hugging his arm tightly as if it would comfort your offended body part. “Can you believe that?”
He once told Miche that when he was being recruited to your fanclub, but that was because he didn’t know he’d be addicted to you the next day. And you don’t need to know that.
The next day is island hopping day. As Rico requested, a resort staff found a female local who will give you a private island expedition. Manang Julie, as she introduced himself, discusses the four islands she will take you to, and you talk about your plans of walking around with your boyfriend in private for a photoshoot. You don’t hide the fact that you’re a pornstar, and Manang Julie gives you her word that you will get the privacy you need. (Manang is a common and respectful term of address meaning "older sister", widely used in native Filipino languages to show respect for any older woman, not just a biological sister.)
Twenty minutes into the boat ride and you find the first island that catches your attention: an island that from the distance appears to be a chicken drumstick.
“The island is called Helicopter Island, but officially it’s named Dilumacad Island,” says Manang Julie as your boat passes by the side of the island that has a massive mountain. Most parts of the mountain are naked of trees, and the cliffs have edges that look rounded from afar.
Your first stop is a little island with a white beach where a sculpture of Jesus in a small cave and a concrete gazebo greets you upon docking. A tourist guide welcomes you, inviting you and Levi to an adventure where you will climb a limestone cliff that offers a view of some parts of the island and other nearby islands and beaches. You politely reject the offer, knowing it would be difficult for Levi since the cliffs are steep and the rocks are pointed.
Levi takes a video of you as you follow Manang Julie to the island. Of the bounce in your steps, the sway of your hips, the flapping of the ribbons of your bikini against your hip, and your hair dancing like curtains in the wind. He’s been taking videos of you during the boat ride, at times when you weren’t looking, when your eyes were focused on an island from afar or on the waves against the boat as it braved the waters, he was taking pictures, admiring the view that is your serene face. He even has some taken with his phone. Images that are only for him to look at.
Manang Julie leads the two of you not far from the base of the cliff, where a narrow runway over the water leads to a platform. It reminds Levi of the ports back in the military camps, where ships dock to load and unload all kinds of military supplies. Manang Julie offers to take pictures of you and Levi, and then you invite her to take pictures with you two for keepsakes. After a couple more pictures, the boatwoman leads you to the abandoned shrine, empty except for a couple of couches to sit on as you catch your breaths.
“Why’s the place empty?” You ask on your way to the gazebo.
“There used to be a lot of furniture pieces, but they slowly vanished as time passed,” she relates with a nostalgic smile. “We could only bring couches since they’re the only items we can carry on our bangka.” (A bangka, or outrigger canoe or pump boat in english, is a traditional Filipino watercraft featuring a main hull supported by bamboo stabilizing floats on one or both sides, commonly used for fishing and island-hopping.)
Manang Julie leaves you two at the gazebo, and for the next fifteen minutes, you sit and stare at the calm waters while Levi takes pictures of you and everything else that are just as perfect as you are.
“Tapiutan Island is one of the lesser-known islands in northern Palawan, most remote and unspoiled,” says Manang Julie as the boat gradually approaches the shores of what she introduces as Talisay Beach. A familiar sight emerges: white sand beach fringed by varying shades of emerald and turquoise waters that are dominated by towering karst formations. There’s just one other boat when you arrive at the beach, and you’re greeted by a man, who Manang Julie introduces as her son, Ernie, and his youngest child, Elsie.
“It’s a little late, but this is where we’ll stop for lunch before heading back to the resort. Why don’t you two explore the beach while waiting for lunch to cook?” She suggests with a wink.
You hug Levi’s arm and grin. “We’d love that!”
His hands start sweating.
“Lunch will be ready in an hour. Is that enough?”
“Ha? Eh, handa na yung inihaw na bangus!” Eric announces, scratching his head. (Translation: “Huh? But the grilled milkfish is ready!”)
Manang Julie waves him off. “Let them enjoy the place while there’s only the two of them.”
You thank her, then drag Levi away to find a nice place for a photoshoot.
Fuck. His nerves are killing him.
You squeal at the sight of schools of fishes swarming in the water. Close to shore, in shallow, crystal-clear water is a coral reef.
Levi distracts himself by taking pictures of them.
The camera wobbles in his hands.
You find a spot that’s not very far from where you docked but is hidden from the view by a cluster of large rocks. For a quick retouch, you take your bag from Levi, who’s still trying to distract and calm himself by taking videos of the surroundings.
“Hey, Levi,” you sing-sang. “We’ve only got an hour. Stop wasting it.”
He turns to face you, and surprisingly, he remembers to focus the camera on you.
You start with a striptease—the release of the knot of your white cropped cardigan, the gentle glide of the fabric down your shoulders, the lip-biting smile that makes him lick his own lips and swallow hard. You comb your hair back with your fingers, hands sliding down the back of your head and at top of your spine, where the ribbons of the straps of your halter bra rest. Slowly, you pull them loose, letting the cups descend, revealing your supple breasts.
How the hell do people think those aren’t real?!
Levi releases a heavy breath and dares to step closer. You smile at the camera as you twist your arms to untie your bra from the back.
“What do you think?” You ask, pressing your tits together.
He lifts his eyes from the camera screen to you. “Nice.”
You can’t help the laughter that escapes you. “Just nice?”
As your hands slide down to your waist and your fingers slip between the straps and the skin, Levi takes two more steps closer, angling the lens towards your fingers as they slowly pull the strings to untie.
One more step closer and he’s doomed.
The camera follows the panty as it falls to the sand next to the bra, and as he brings the focus back on you, you turn around, leaning forward a little, and then spread your ass cheeks apart to show him the jeweled base of a butt plug.
“Shit.”
You giggle at the reaction.
“You– you had that since we left the resort?”
“Mhm…” Spreading your butt cheeks further apart, you sway your hips. The gems sparkle in the light.
Fuck.
You inch back, feet apart, and start rubbing along your folds. Levi zooms in on the buttplug as the muscles of your ass hole contract, squeezing around the toy. He lowers the camera to where your fingers are, circling around the clit, and God, what he would do to touch you, to coat his fingers with your wetness and taste it on his tongue.
“Will you help me?”
“What?”
You inch back, leaving only a few inches between your pussy and the growing bulge in his shorts.
“Touch me,” you purr.
You inch back again, and this time, when your bodies finally touch, he doesn’t hold back anymore. The camera falls to the ground, its lens facing up and capturing the side of your hips. He grabs your hip with his left hand, fingers digging crescents into the skin, while his right slides between your thighs. Three fingers. Three fingers are all he needs. Three fingers should be enough and if they indeed are, then, Christ, he can give you so much more with everything he has. He will give you so much more.
“Oh, God,” you sigh out when he starts circling your clit, jerking your hips against hand. “So good…”
He hopes that isn’t the pornstar in you who’s talking.
You straighten up, throwing your arms around the back of his neck. He lets go of your waist only to grab one of your tits, squeezing hard. Goddamn, so soft against the rough skin of his palm.
“So fucking perfect.” He buries his face in your neck, sucking a kiss until the skin blooms red. “Can you raise your foot for me?”
“Huh?”
“Left one up. Then face the island.”
You do as instructed, and he keeps your leg up by snaking an arm at the back of your thigh, finding purchase on one of your tits to hold on to. If the angle is right, the lens would be capturing his fingers on your cunt.
“Shit,” you breathe out, and then gasp when he inserts his middle and index fingers into your pussy, and when he starts fucking you with his fingers, he shoves them deeply that the heel of his palm hits your clit with every thrust. With a muffled moan, you throw your head back against his shoulders and roll your hips, meeting his every thrust and grinding your clit against his hand.
“Say my name,” he murmurs against your ear.
“I… can’t…” you force out.
“Why not?” Even though he knows why.
Not when the camera’s rolling.
You bite your lower lip.
“Say it.” He drills his fingers into you harder that your knees almost give out. “Say it,” he growls. “Come on.”
Tears well up in your eyes. “Fuck– I’m–”
He pulls out his fingers, rubs your clit roughly as though he’s brushing away dust, and then thrusts three digits back into your hole, so unkindly you choke out a gasp.
“Come on,” he urges.
You turn your head to face him, your eyes a little red. Levi kisses the skin under your eyes, and you soundlessly say his name before crying out “fuck!”
“Shit,” he chuckles in a low voice and with a hint of amusement, movements momentarily paused as he watches you squirting onto the rock and sand, remembering the task at hand only when you reach for your clit. He slaps your hand away and does the job himself, relentlessly so, that he could hear the wet squelches of your pussy over the sound of the sea, bullying your cunt until you’re twitching violently from overstimulation and begging for him to stop. You pant loudly, head still thrown back against his shoulder, hips still twitching as you come down from your high. Levi lets go of your leg and catches you by your hips so that you won’t fall forward, the length of his hard-on slotting perfectly between the cheeks of your ass when he presses himself against your back.
Fuck. His stomach hurts. He also needs a release too.
As if you hear his thoughts, you face him. “Your turn.”
“What?”
You palm his crotch, and in answer, his cock twitches in the confines of his boxers.
But he isn’t ready. Fuck. He’s afraid. All he ever had back at the camp were hand jobs and blow jobs. No sex at all. (At least, not after her…)
What if he can’t satisfy you?
You’re loosening the ties of his shorts when he catches your hands to stop you. And then: “Get dressed. Someone’s coming.”
“Huh?” You look around quickly. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Get dressed,” he repeats.
You turn away with a huff, putting back your panty first, followed by the bra, which Levi helps tie the straps of.
The camera doesn’t seem broken. Great. He turns it off and brushes away the grains of sand before putting it in your bag. He doesn’t think he has the strength to see even just the thumbnail of the video.
For a few seconds, the walk back to your camping site is quiet and a little awkward.
You’re such a fucking baby, he thinks to himself. He was so close to getting it. He already had it in his fucking hands!
Such a wussy, is what Hange would say if they were here, a wuss and a pussy!
Levi’s thrust back into reality when he hears a chuckle from you. He looks at you questioningly, and you’re grinning when you say “I just remembered Manang Julie said this is one the most unspoiled islands here in Palawan.”
He chokes on his saliva, suddenly reminded of the rock that has been wet not by the sea but by bodily fluids. Fuck, your squirting was such a beautiful sight, one he never thought he’d see it in person.
You laugh once more, and just like that, the awkwardness dissipates and you’re hugging his arm again.
.
Levi finds you standing at the balcony when he comes out of the bath later that night. You’re still dressed in only your bathrobe, hair still dripping wet. Instead of the camera, he grabs his mobile phone, wanting to keep some memories to himself. But the shutter sound isn’t disabled, and by the time he’s changed the setting, you are already facing his way, watching with a glint in your eyes.
“I swear it wasn’t anything indecent!” he defends.
You click your tongue in fake admonishment. “Naughty bodyguard. How should I punish you?”
His lips part, but nothing comes out.
He just wanted one picture for himself.
You chuckle, walking towards him. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“I’ll delete it.”
You snatch the gadget from his hands before he could delete the picture. You look at it for a second before closing the screen and tossing the phone to his bed.
“Now…” You pull him by the sides of his robe so that his pelvis is pressed against yours, “shall we continue where we left off?”
He murmurs your name.
You chuckle, “no names on video, baby.”
“Oh.” Is that why you wouldn’t—
His eyes widen in realization. He looks around and finds the camera on the bedside table, its lens facing your way.
“Wait–”
You slide down to a kneeling position, nuzzling your nose in his crotch as if you’re smelling a baby’s belly.
Fuck. He can’t think straight.
“You must be proud of this.” You smile, looking up at him.
His cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “W–what?”
“You think I don’t see it whenever you’re pinching a tent?” You pull the cords of his robe loose, then his boxers down, releasing his half-hard cock. “God, I can’t tell you enough how excited I am for this.”
The fire spreads in his body like a wildfire.
“Y–you are?”
His cock twitches.
Of course, he is excited too.
You look up at him with half-lidded eyes as you push his cock up and against his stomach, peppering it with kisses starting from the head, along the length, and down to his balls. His knees tremble. He might need to sit down. Or lie down and let her do the work like she always does, a suggestive voice in his head says.
You mouth one of his balls, as if they’re cherries, licking and sucking lightly. Brows creased and lips slightly parted in pleasure, he caresses the side of your face, thinking you look even more beautiful with his cock in your mouth. You meet his gaze with a smile that makes your eyes shine even in the dark, licking up his cock until your lips finally wrap around the head. His hips buck, desperate to go deeper in an instant. You straighten up on your knees, and with your eyes still locked with his, you take him into your mouth. Levi lets out a slow satisfied sigh, throwing his head back a little while his eyes roll to the back of his head. And when his cockhead hits the back of your throat, he couldn’t help but grab you on each side of your head and jerk his hips forward, sinking further until you’re twitching and choking on his cock. He pulls out completely to let you catch your breath, but you’re already taking him back not even a second later, licking and sucking the head before stuffing him down your throat again.
Goddamn, no one from the camp has done him as good as you are doing him right now.
Or is he just biased? Either way…
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, meeting your face with another jerk of his hips.
This has always been just a dream of his, to be blown by his favorite pornstar.
Goddamn, he’s living the dream now.
His body shudders at the onset of orgasm. What the fu— this quick?!
You look up at him with knowing eyes, pulling off of him to start stroking him instead. Levi whimpers, the coil in his stomach tightening for a second and then loosening when his orgasm claims him. You press your tongue under the head, ready to catch his cum—
When his eyes fly open.
“Fuck,” he sighs, feeling the pressure in his belly slowly subsiding, his stomach twitching weakly as it spills the last of his cum against his stomach. A whimper escapes him, then a strong urge to thrash his limbs into air. He should’ve known it was just a dream.
It was too good to be true.
He looks down and sees the patch of wet on his pants.
“Goddamnit.”
He turns to look in the direction of your bed, which is empty. He springs out of bed to check the bathroom, also unoccupied.
Fuck.
Did he wake you up? Did he upset you?
Levi quickly changes into a clean pair of boardshorts to look for you outside.
The resort looks even more deserted in the wee hours. Only the small lamplights along the path walk and the pool lights are on. The dining area is completely dark. No one is around, not even any of the resort staff. There’s no partying even if it’s a weekend night, and the only sound that can be heard is the sea.
After almost a minute of walking, he finds you in the pool area, a can of beer in hand, staring in space while swaying your feet that are dipped in the water.
“You didn’t wake me up.”
He takes his slippers off and sits beside you, dipping his feet in the water.
You look up at him with a faint smile. “You seemed like you were having a good dream.”
Shit.
“Was I… talking?”
There’s a hint of regret in your smile.
He thinks he knows the answer.
“Can I tell you something?”
Fuck. Is this the part where he gets rejected? Is he never going to live the fucking dream?
Or maybe, you really are secretly married. Are you finally going to tell him how you got so rich?!
Fuck, he can’t stop assuming the worst.
He forces himself to answer. “Of course.”
“I want to be honest with you.” You look him in the eyes.
Now would be a good time for the ground to split in half and take him.
You turn away to take a swig. He watches you open your mouth, but when nothing comes out, he takes your hand and squeezes it gently.
“I just… You’re one of the few people I don’t want to disappoint.”
“Me?” he chuckles. “Glad I made it to the cut, but I don’t think you would even if you tried.”
You shake your head, as if to say you don’t know that.
Levi sighs. “You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not comfortable sharing.”
Just don’t, for fuck’s sake, is what he wants to really say.
“I want to be honest.” You squeeze his hand harder, as if to urge yourself to talk.
“Let’s hear it, then.”
NO!! I’M LYING! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!
You drink the rest of your beer.
Strange. He’s only ever seen you confident in all the thousand (probably more) times he’s watched you. It’s so weird to see you this anxious.
A deep breath, and then: “I’m an orphan.”
He loosens up a bit. Well, that’s… none of the above.
Did you honestly think that would change anything?
“Rico, Marlo, and I, we all came from an orphanage in Shiganshina. There used to be a Hitch, too, but she ran away and we haven’t seen her ever since.” You turn the empty can in your hand, as if searching for the next words to say on the label. “I got adopted first. At fifteen. By a forty-three years old man. And he… married me when I turned eighteen.”
Well, that…
You turn to him. He opens his mouth but finds he doesn’t have anything to say.
“Kruger,” you say with a shaky breath, his name bringing back a flood of memories. “There was no one else but us and his cat Chopper, in a big house with three floors and a cellar full of wine that he never drank. We had sex a few times, which sucked because he always used condoms and he was so good,” you pause to chuckle, and in that second Levi realizes he was the man you were referring to last night. “He died two years later.” Another pause, this one longer.
His fingers twitch, but he doesn’t know if his touch would even bring you comfort.
“He was sick. He never told me. And I failed as a wife because I didn’t realize that.” You chuckle bitterly. “He left everything in my name. His house, his car, the cat, the thousand bottles of wine in his cellar, and a huge sum. And he made me a shareholder of the company he owned.”
You open another can of beer. Your fifth one.
“I sold Kruger’s car. Sold most of his wines. Sold his house after the one where we now live was built. I learned that Rico’s been adopted by the family she’s visiting now in Karanes. Got sent to school, finished with a master’s degree in business. She helps me understand the company updates Kruger’s secretary sends me from time to time. Marlo was never adopted. He was released when he turned eighteen, stayed in Shiganshina and worked as a janitor in a college where he would secretly sit in on some classes at night. The old professor who caught him offered to send him to school in exchange for his labor. I found Hitch but…” you shrug. “She’s in Marley. She teaches at a university. She never returned my calls.”
You turn to him with teary eyes. “I didn’t have a proper education, Levi.” Your voice grows weaker as you speak. “I’m stupid. I don’t know anything besides making porn. I don’t—”
“Hey, hey…” He pulls you to a side-hug. “Don’t say that.”
You sniffle. “I don’t have anything that I can be proud of.”
“You can always go back to school,” he says, gently holding your chin and making you look at him. “It’s not too late to take the course you want.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “Culinary, right?”
Your eyes widen a little. “How do you…”
“You can also start a food truck, if you want,” he cuts you off gently. “You said you’ve always wanted to put up one in a park to sell ice cream sandwiches to kids.”
You should realize now how he knows. You mentioned that in an episode of the “fake something” series. When you talked about it, he felt like it was real.
He goes on, “you’re not stupid. I know you will figure things out. We will help you figure things out.”
A smile blooms on your lips.
“And don’t ever call yourself stupid.”
You nod eventually.
“Thank you for telling me.”
You kiss his cheek, making his face warm. “Thanks for listening. And not judging.”
“Of course.”
“I knew it. You’re my fan.”
He responds with only a snort. No point in denying that anymore.
Then, you scoot closer and palm his crotch, the action so sudden that he gasps.
You chuckle. “Should we now turn your dream to reality?”
“We were just having a wholesome–” A moan escapes him when you start stroking him through the fabrics. “R–right here?!”
“Why not?” You answer with a grin, slipping your hand under the shorts and boxers to wrap your hand around his flaccid cock.
Levi takes in a deep breath, as though he’s relieved to finally feel your hand on him.
“I’ve always loved growers. I like it when they surprise me with a treat.”
“Hmm!” He grips the edge of the pool and his toes curl in intensely as you stroke his cock awake. “C–can’t we go back to the– the room f–first?”
“But this is more fun,” you giggle, jumping into the water and then positioning yourself between his knees. “It’s our last day here today. Gotta make it memorable.” Where you stand it’s only four feet, so you can easily place your hand at the back of his head to tug him down for a kiss.
Levi cups your face to kiss you back, and when your other hand resumes stroking his cock, it sends a jolt through his nerves that makes him moan into the kiss.
You pull away, and with a sickly sweet smile, you bend forward to put him in your mouth—
—when lights fill the dining area.
Someone sings the chorus of Bed or Roses on the top of their lungs.
Levi curses under his breath. Why? Why?! Why must he always get cockblocked?!
But then, a breathy moan escapes his mouth when he feels his cockhead hitting the back of your throat. Twice. Thrice. The next time he hits even deeper, he can’t help the whimper that leaves his throat. You pause to say something, but he’s too lost in lust that he didn’t understand it.
Goddamn… why does it feel so good? Does it feel this good because there’s a chance you’ll get caught? Wait, what if someone’s already watching? Taking a video? Fuck. This is a mistake. He should stop you, get the two of you back to your room first before it’s too late.
He says your name with a raspy voice in warning, yet you don’t seem like you’re about to stop. Not even when there are voices nearby. He calls your name again, and this time, you switch to stroking his cock just to tell him “you better cum soon,” before wrapping your lips around the head and sucking him hard.
Shit. Shit!
He starts imagining himself in bed, you riding him, him squeezing your breasts. Then he focuses on you, on what you’re doing right now. How your head is bobbing and how some of your wet hair’s sticking to the back of your neck. He brushes them off to a side, then he lets his fingers trace the straps of your bra along the side of your neck, daring to go further down in the middle of your chest and then slipping under a cup. He guesses you’re fine with it, seeing you’re still sucking him off, so he finally wraps the whole of his hand around your tit and gently squeezes. He plays with the nipple, pinching and then rolling it in his fingers once stiff. You let out a moan, and the vibrations of your voice send a tremor to his belly, adding more pressure to the coil that’s building in his stomach.
More voices fill the air as the resort awakens. Someone starts sweeping leaves off the path walks, while another waters the plants.
Levi combs his fingers through your hair, lets the hand stay on the top of your head to help you further as you go down his cock. “Just like that…” he rasps, both hands now on your head, pushing you when he’s not satisfied with how deep he goes.
“Uy, may tao sa pool!” says some man. “Hi, ser! Good morning!” (Translation: “Hey, there’s someone in the pool!”)
Shit. Is he talking to him?
Awkwardly, he raises a hand and greets back, “g–good morning.”
No follow-up. Levi guesses the person has moved on to continue with his job.
“That was so close,” you giggle, looking up at him while stroking his cock. “Or did you like the fact?”
Levi smirks. “Stop stalling. I’m close.”
You smile, and with a lick of your lips you go back to sucking him off. Levi keeps his head down to watch, breathing heavily through his slightly parted lips. His hips keep twitching, trying to meet your mouth.
“Almost there,” he sighs heavily. “Are you going to swallow?”
You look up at him, mouth around the cockhead while you stroke his length.
“There…” he murmurs, throwing his head back for a second, the rising and falling of his stomach increasing in pace. And when you suck right at the slit, his toes curl in and his moans grow even louder. “Shit…”
Fingers tight around his cock, you stroke fast while sucking more intensely. Levi places his hand at the back of your head, the other he plants on the ground behind his back for support. But it’s his voice that’s shaking when he says “I’m cummi—”
One more stroke and he erupts. You open your mouth, but only so he could watch himself spill into your throat, coating your palate in white. He can see the smile in your eyes, giggling slowly when he finally tells you to stop stroking him to overstimulation. You lick the few remaining droplets of cum dribbling down the head before closing your mouth and swallowing with a satisfied hum.
“You good?”
“Hmm,” you bite your lower lip, “but once is not enough.”
“What?”
You pull his shorts up. He whimpers, sensitive against the fabric. “C’mon. We’ve got two hours before breakfast.”
“Wait—”
You drag him out of the pool, leaving a trail of droplets of water as you run back to your room, which, for Levi, feels like forever after he starts limping halfway through. You get into the room first, and by the time he’s inside, he discovers you have already set the camera up.
“I’m not gonna post it!” You promise.
He closes the door quietly. “Fine.”
Giggling excitedly, you close the gap between the two of you with your hands cupping his face and reeling him for a deep kiss. Then, you start getting rid of his clothes, leaving them in a trail behind as you walk backwards to your bed. Levi swiftly pulls at the straps of your swimsuit, letting it drop in a wet heap around your feet. Sitting on the bed, you tug Levi towards you, nuzzling your nose in his cock once more, as if you weren’t doing that just a couple minutes ago. You use your mouth to stroke him back to erection, stopping when he’s half-hard to crawl backwards to the middle of the bed. Levi puts his right knee on the mattress, and with his lust-filled haze, forgets that he was limping just seconds ago and puts his left knee next, resulting in him choking out a cuss.
“Why? What’s the matter?” you ask, sitting up.
“My knee. Fuck.”
“You need anything?”
He shakes his head. “Just… I can’t–”
“Can’t do missionary, huh?” you ask, teasing a little. “Lie on your back.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already pushing him to bed, switching positions as you straddle him.
“Wait—”
You hush him with a kiss. “It’s okay.” And caress his chest. “I don’t mind doing the work.” A kiss on his neck, then on each of his pecs. “I’ll take care of you.” You sit on his hips, sandwiching his cock between your folds, and start rolling your hips into his.
“Shit,” Levi sighs, hands flying to your waist.
You lean backwards, planting your hands on the mattress between his knees, careful not to hurt him even more. Levi watches the head of his cock begin to glisten as precum is smeared on it by your pussy. You lean forward when he’s ready and you’re too wet to be waiting. You lift your hips, reaching for his cock to guide the tip to your entrance, and slowly lower your hips to his. Levi lets out a breathy moan, nails digging into the cheeks of your ass, while your hands move to his chest and you throw your head back. There’s a deep crease between his eyes, and he looks like he’s about to cry as he bottoms out in you.
“Levi…” you whine in pleasure, “you’re so big it feels like this is my first time.”
“Really?”
You tentatively roll your hips into his. “I did say I had a hard time adjusting my jaw.”
“You did?”
You snap out of your lust-filled trance. “You weren’t listening? Back in the pool!”
“I think so,” he chuckles awkwardly. “Come on,” he squeezes your hip, “stop stalling.”
You lift your hips, then slowly sink on him, eliciting slow and breathy moans from the both of you. You sit up more, keeping your knees close to his hips, and start bouncing on top of him, slowly at first, picking up the pace once you’ve adjusted to his size. The bed begins to creak, the sound of skin against skin going faster, your moans getting louder, as every inch of his cock fills you and every ridge and vein is mapped on your walls.
“Don’t hold back,” you purr, and as soon as the last word is out of your mouth, he’s reaching for your tits, squeezing them generously as if it’s his first time, and then pinching and pulling the nipples to stiffness. You capture his lips for a chaste kiss before leaning back a little, putting your hands on his thighs, so he can watch himself go in and out of your cunt, and goddamn, how he admires this view, your head thrown back, mouth slightly agape, tits bouncing, and his cock disappearing into your pussy. His hand moves to your stomach, hesitating to move at first, before it slides lower until his thumb is pressed to your clit. You let out a low moan, and that pushes him to finally rub your clit with his thumb.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, his other hand moving to your hip to help you move faster, “feels so good.”
“So good,” you agree. “I can do this all day.”
“Is that a challenge?”
You smirk, pulling him out completely, making him whine at the sudden cold. You catch his cock in your hand, stroking him agonizingly slowly as you lean forward again, all the way so that you can reach the headboard and your abdomen is pressed against him. “I’m not gonna let you cum until I’ve had enough.”
“What—”
You take him back again, and with your legs spread as wide as possible, you grind your hips in long circles, moaning against the headboard as you pick up your pace, letting your tits bounce against his face. He grips your hips, then his hands move down to your ass, squeezing tightly and then smacking hard, causing your hips to falter. But you’re quick to recover, picking up where you left off, grinding faster, pushing harder as you get closer. Levi catches a tit in his mouth, sucking hard at the nipple, while he dares a nudge at your ass hole with a finger.
“Mhm…” You giggle, lowering your face to look at him eye to eye. “You’re naughty.”
“S–sorry,” he manages to utter.
“And an idiot,” you chuckle, kissing his nose after noticing the confused look on his face. “I liked it.”
He squeezes your ass. “I’m—”
You pull him out, and you watch him twitching between your stomachs.
“You’re going to kill me,” he bemoans.
With a smile, you press a kiss on his nose, then his chin, and then all over his chest, letting the seconds tick by and the urge in his belly to dismantle. You take him back, riding him hard, pulling him out again when he’s close, peppering his face and chest with kisses while waiting for the urge to pass. It becomes a cycle, and each time it restarts, Levi just feels the ache in his stomach intensifying, feeling a knot that’s growing bigger and tighter, pressing at his insides. And when you finally cum, when your walls clamp down so hard around his cock, the knot in his belly finally snaps. With a grunt, he grabs your waist, giving you no chance to pull him out again, planting his feet on the mattress so he could thrust his hips up into yours sharply, cockhead kissing your cervix as he spills into you. You hold onto the headboard for support, rolling your hips into his to keep milking him. He only realizes his orgasm lasted longer than usual when the pain in his left knee yanks him back to awareness. He straightens his knees to assuage the pain, his arms now spread on the mattress as he catches his breath. You’re still on top of him, still wrapped around him, when you lie limply on his chest.
“You good? Ready for the next round?”
“Fuck.”
“Longest sex of your life to date?” you chuckle.
Levi sighs softly. “Not a lot of free time in the military.”
You’re quiet for a moment.
“That was the best and most fun I’ve had after him…” your murmur against his chest.
Hearing that, he’s suddenly filled with pride.
“May I ask something personal?” You look up with a tenderness on your face that makes him nod in response. “Did you like it? Your time in the air force?”
“Yes,” he answers in a heartbeat. “I flew fighter jets.”
“You would go back again if you could,” you voice out.
He looks you in the eyes. You’re twirling his fringes with your fingers.
“Yes.”
“It’s nice that you got to do what you liked doing,” you say quietly.
Levi wraps his arms around your waist.
“Did you like someone while you were there?”
He sighs at the memories that resurface, and you must’ve felt it on his chest, because you quickly apologize. “I shouldn’t have asked. Don’t mind it.”
“Her name was Petra,” is all he says.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, putting your head on his chest
He kisses the top of your head.
You begin to draw patterns on his chest. “I’ve been thinking about it again, the food truck.”
“That’s good.” He combs his fingers through your hair.
“If I stopped making porn, would you still stay with me?”
He hums, pretending he’s thinking, and you pout at him.
“Depends,” he answers. “Do I still get paid a thousand every month?”
“Of course,” you answer seriously. “You still get paid and,” you palm his half-hard cock, making him hum, “you still get your benefits.”
He smiles. “I’m just kidding. Of course, I’ll stay. I’ll guard the truck.”
“Food trucks don’t need guards!” you remark, laughing. “I’m thinking… gourmet dessert and drink.” You lift your hand to his chest to caress him. “Waffles, churros, ice cream sandwiches, stuffed cookies…”
He likes this version of you more, talking passionately about food.
“I’ll help in any way I can, but I’m not good with desserts.” He takes your hand and kisses the back of each of your fingers. “I actually hate sweets.”
“You can help with… creampies.” You chuckle at the scandalized look on his face. “I like it when there’s a lot of cream that it oozes out.”
Levi clicks his tongue to stop you, then resumes kissing your knuckle.
You nuzzle your nose in his neck. “Am I heavy?”
“No.”
“Good…” you sigh softly. “I want to stay here for a while.”
Levi’s hand slides to your back. “Stay for as long as you want.”
“Thank you,” you murmur. “Can we shoot at least one porn video? I promise your face won’t be there.”
A long, heavy sigh leaves his throat. And then: “fine. No face. And no hand,” he says as he pats your head with his right hand.
“Deal,” you say, reaching up to peck his lips.
Just once, he thinks.
You can use him however you want.
Use him as your personal photographer. Let him take pictures of you dressed or naked, videos of you enjoying the sun, running along the coastline with the ruffles of your dress dancing in the wind, of your fingers swiftly taking the ties of your dress off, of your underwear sliding down your legs.
Use him as your personal assistant. Let him carry your things for you, wake you up when you forgot to set your alarm, and get your things for you when you’re too lazy to move.
He can be your fuckbuddy. Ride him to oblivion, suck him dry.
He’ll be your fake boyfriend. When you want to be genuinely intimate with someone. When you want someone to cuddle with in your sleep.
He’ll be your bodyguard. Your protector. He’ll never let anyone hurt you.
Several weeks later…
His phone won’t stop chiming. He scrolls down the notification bar and sees Hange’s messages one after another.
Hange: @everyone I KNEW IT I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN
Hange: @everyoone I PRESENT TO YOU LEVI AKA NutCaptain!!!!
Hange: THE DEBUT OF LEVI AS A PORNSTAR!!!!!
It’s followed by the link to the video with the thumbnail of the left side of his body, you on your knees before him, the tip of his cock on your tongue, and with a nice view of the sky and a lake with a small rocky island in the background. His right hand’s hidden from the view, and apart from the bruises that none of his friends would’ve possibly memorized, there’s nothing else to identify that it’s him.kid through the rear
But of course, with Hange, it’s different. They were there during the interview.
And they just know. They always just know.
Miche: Sadly, it’s her last video :(
Hange: WHAT? NO!!!
Hange: no more porn for you @miche
Hange: but congrats to @Levi
Nanaba: Is that really Levi? Wow.
Miche: Excuse me? What do you mean wow???
Hange: there’s an idiom in the philippines…. “small but terrible”
He puts his phone in silent mode and then shoves it in the pocket of his slacks. He’ll deal with it later.
You turn to face him, pressing a spaghetti strap midi silk dress with a plunging neckline to your front. “How about this one?”
“You’re going to university, not a fashion show,” he says with a snort.
“It’s for after classes!” With a chuckle, you pass the dress to him and wink. “So we can have fun.”
i apologize for any mistakes/inconsistencies. i do hope you enjoyed this :-)
Enjin swore he wasn’t the relationship type. Every single time the topic came up, he said the same thing. “Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Sounds like a cage.”
“There’s a whole world out there,” he continued one evening while sitting upside down on your couch. “People get weird when they start putting labels on stuff. Suddenly somebody’s asking where you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing.”
“You literally ask me where I’m every day.”
“That’s different.”
“It absolutely isn’t.”
“It’s because I’m curious.”
You stared at him. He stared back.
The argument ended there because Enjin had the attention span of a goldfish. Also the problem was that despite all his speeches about freedom and not wanting to tie either of you down, he behaved exactly like somebody’s boyfriend.
His coat was hanging beside your door. One of his shirts was mixed into your laundry. His toothbrush sat next to yours in the bathroom. Half the tools in your room somehow belonged to him. You found a wrench under your bed once. You still had no idea how it got there.
Meanwhile your own belongings had slowly invaded his rooms. Whenever you noticed something and tried to take it home he always stopped you.
“Leave it.”
“What?”
“Leave it there.”
“But it’s mine.”
“Yeah, and?”
You blinked. “What if I need it?”
“You can come get it.”
The answer came so naturally that it made your chest tighten every time. ‘you can come get it.’ as if the idea of you showing up at his place was the most obvious thing in the world.
One rainy afternoon you finally reached your limit. You had been cleaning your room when you found yet another one of Enjin’s possessions. This time it was the umbrella chilling in the corner of your room. His umbreaker, did you hear that?
You marched across the headquarters and like he had a feeling he opened the door.
“What?”
“Explain.”
He looked down. “It’s my umbrella?”
“At the fact that he’s in my room.”
“Oh.” he shrugged. “I forgot him.”
“Enjin, that’s your jinki.”
“Yup.”
“Enjin.”
“What?”
“You practically live at my place.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You have more things there than I do.”
“That seems unlikely.”
“You left your umbreaker.”
“I found him now, didn’t I?”
You stared at him in disbelief until the realization hit you hard. “You don’t actually want your stuff back.”
“What?”
“You keep leaving things because it gives you an excuse.”
His expression froze for a second, but you saw the realization hit him before he could hide it.
“Every time I find something I’ve to see you again,” no answer… “You leave your stuff at my place,” you continued softly. “You tell me to leave my things at yours. You ask where I’m every day. You show up unannounced. You steal my food. You fall asleep on my couch.”
“That couch is comfortable.”
“Enjin.”
His shoulders dropped as the fight drained out of him all at once. “Y’know it sounded easier in my head.”
“What did?”
“Not wanting labels.” his laugh came out weakly. “Because then I wouldn’t have to admit I like having somewhere to come back to. But I still think all that boyfriend stuff sounds stupid.”
“Of course you do,” you smiled.
“But…” he glanced down at the umbrella still in his hands, then back at you. “But if you keep finding my junk in your room for the next fifty years I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
It was the closest thing to a confession you were ever going to get. Also made it perfect somehow.
To prove that it’s enough you shrug off your jacket and toss it on his bed which made him smile all big. Yeah, you might never call him your boyfriend officially, but he’s yours.
@levievent's LeviNSFW26 day 02: royalty + voyeurism
⋆˙⟡ you meet levi on a blind date — one that you think went perfectly fine until he said he doesn't intend to see you again.
so, why is he with a dozen other men vying for your hand in marriage?
⋆˙⟡ businessman!Levi x princess!reader. 12k words. NSFW. reader referred to as "Cameron" once. modern royalty au, blind date (thanks, hange!), mentions of a past deaths by assassination and hanging, consensual voyeurism, use of sex toys, handjob, blowjob, face humping, face fucking, oral sex (both receiving), fingering, cunnilingus, ruined orgasm.
i apologize for any mistakes. i am currently drowning in tasks i neglected last week 😆 hope you all enjoy this... i'll be back to post day 4 maybe....next month.... (i myself cant tell if im kidding or not)
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There are reasons why you should’ve said no to Hange’s idea of a blind date.
One: you’re a princess. Two: you are a princess. Three… Well, you get the point.
The only reason Hange was able to get a yes from you was because the man you’re about to meet is interesting. Very interesting.
Sitting alone on a table meant for two, drinking your third glass of champagne for the past thirty minutes, is bound to get people’s attention. Even in a black layered shoulder-length wig, nude makeup, and a simple mini dress, you still stand out unfortunately. People still stare at you, gossiping about you being stood up. Chances are people are already feasting over a few speculating posts on social media, and more paparazzi are on their way here. You really should’ve put on a pair of colored contacts or silicone prosthetics to better blend in with the crowd.
You take a sip of your champagne. Calm. Collected.
You glance at the empty champagne glass next to your half-filled glass. Your date didn’t ditch you. You’re simply just too early. Too excited. You know the man you are about to meet isn’t someone who will embarrass a woman, but then again, all you have is Hange’s word (and a lot of pictures, thanks them hyping you up.)
Levi Ackerman is an accomplished and very handsome man, one you’re too eager to meet in person.
You look at your watch. Hange did say he’s a punctual guy, so he should be here any minute now.
Another sip the last of your champagne. Refill.
Levi walks into the restaurant a short moment later, closing the top button of his suit. You watch him look around before his eyes eventually find you, widening a little in recognition. Hopefully, your being a royalty doesn’t intimidate him. He won’t be here if he doesn’t want to date a royal, right?
Unless Hange didn’t tell him.
No. You specifically told Hange to let him know. There’s no way they would withhold that information.
You put on a smile and stand up to welcome him. Immediately, you’re met by an inviting scent of mint, apples, and vanilla. Sweet and seductive. You take in his appearance: light grey windowpane checked suit, white dress shirt, and a blue silk cravat with white polka dots.
Ooh. Nice touch.
He clears his throat.
You snap out of your trance, clearing your throat as well. God, it hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already making a fool of yourself.
“Hi!”
“You’re Cameron,” he says with a tone of incredulity. Like he didn’t expect it’s the princess he’s on a date with.
Somehow you think Hange might not have told him.
You tell him your real name because that is who you came here as, not as the princess, “...but Cam’s also fine,” you add quickly. Though you do hope he’ll call you by your real name. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you shake hands with him.
“Likewise.”
A man of few words, Hange said.
You gesture at him to take a seat. “I already started a drink,” you say as you pour champagne in his glass. “I hope you don't mind.”
His eyes never leave your face. “How long have you been waiting?”
“Not long,” you answer. Then, “actually, I was a little early. Nerves and excitement. Haven’t been on a date in a while.”
He nods simply.
It feels like he doesn’t want to be here. But then again, Hange did tell you Levi often looks like he hates life.
You shrug the thought away. Another sip should calm you down, even if only a little.
Then, you try again.
“So… Do you want to order now?”
“Actually—” he stands up abruptly, and you nearly choke on your drink. “Let’s go somewhere else. I hate the food here.”
“Oh, uh…” you down your champagne. “Let me pay for this first.”
Levi beats you to it, calling a waiter with a bill already in his hands, telling him to keep the change. People watch as he takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant urgently, as though he hates the whole place itself and not just the food.
You laugh once the doors close. “Well, that was fun.”
Levi smirks, amused.
You realize he’s still holding your hand, and if he does too, he doesn’t show it and he doesn’t let go either. He leads you to the parking lot, past numerous new models of cars in different sizes and colors, to an old model of white Camry with a crisp paint job that makes it look brand new. He goes straight to the passenger seat to open the door for you while you walk slowly in front of the vehicle, fingers running along the smooth edge of its hood cover. It makes a little screech.
“1995,” you remark, looking up at him.
He’s quiet for a second, eyes a little wide in surprise. “You can tell.” He steps back as you approach the door.
“I know a thing or two. My father used to bring me to car shows.” When life was still simple. Life before the tragedy. When not one single person thought your father would be sitting on the throne years later.
“It used to be my Mom’s,” he says.
Sentimental.
The interior’s been overhauled. The seat’s comfortable, dressed in cotton cover instead of leather.
“Can you drive?”
“Haven’t touched a wheel in… eight years,” you sigh, a little surprised it’s been that long.
He nods, closing the door carefully.
The drive to wherever Levi planned to take you is quiet, but it’s not the awkward kind. You sit in silence, watching the buildings change to ones you’re no longer familiar with, until he stops in front of a small restaurant in the traditional Italian style with a rather plain looking signage to announce its name.
“I hijacked our date,” he notes, and you can’t tell if he’s being apologetic. “I just can’t stand the food there.” He hasn't stopped the engine yet, as if offering you a choice to back out.
“It’s alright,” you chuckle. “I did hear one of the diners say the tiramisu wasn’t good. Hard pass, instantly.”
He lets out a sharp exhale that sounds like a laugh. You start to unbuckle your seatbelt.
“Aren’t you worried I’d kidnap you, princess?”
“Honestly? I wouldn’t mind if you did,” you chuckle and get out of the car.
Upon entering the restaurant is a deli for to-go boxes—cold cuts and different kinds of cheese sold per gram. The interior is built with bricks and warmly lit by hanging string lights, the walls filled with fancy wine cellars from top to bottom. At the most inner dining area is a big mural of Birth of Venus by Botticelli, where some people are waiting in line to take pictures. Levi, who doesn’t seem thrilled by the number of people instead, asks if you’d like to dine outside instead. Since the weather’s nice, you agree to dining outside, and a waiter follows you with menus in hand, informing you of their weekends-only offer: cooking your pasta of choice in a massive parmesan wheel for a price inclusive of a drink, the options for the pasta and the sumptuous choices for the sauces, all of which sound enticing to you but not to Levi, sadly.
“Did you want that?” Levi asks once the waiter is gone.
“No,” you answer a little too quickly. He holds your gaze for a moment, unconvinced, so you flash him a smile. “I swear, it’s alright. Then you add, “we can try it next time,” gauging his reaction.
He nods with a little smile before turning his attention to the menu in his hands.
Your eyes flicker to his stylish cravat. Then his hands. His slender fingers. Ugh.
“Is the menu written on my face?” He sounds amused.
You chuckle. “Are you getting pasta?”
“Their frutti di mare is good.” He flips the page.
“I’ll get the truffle pasta… so we can try both,” you say excitedly. “I mean, whatever you’ll get.”
He blinks at you, then looks back at the menu and clears his throat. “Sure.”
“You’ve been here before?”
He flips pages again. “Their pizzas are good.”
Is that an answer?? It doesn't matter, because your heart already sinks a little at the thought of him being here with an ex. Maybe this was her favorite restaurant and he’s come to love it too.
You brush the thought away. “Quattro formaggi?”
He nods in answer. “How about wine?”
You set aside the menu to prop your elbows on the table, your chin at the back of your interlaced fingers. “I hope you’re not trying to get me drunk,” you tease.
He tilts his head to the side. “If I am?”
“Where will you bring me next?” you challenge.
He crosses his knees. “Home.”
“Yours?”
He smirks audibly.
OK. Too much flirting. That’s so unladylike, especially for a princess.
“I’m just kidding,” you chuckle, picking up the menu again. “Let’s go with Pinot Grigio.”
You order a small charcuterie board, served ahead with the wine while the pasta platters and pizza are being prepared. The waiter pours your drinks. You share a toast with Levi. He then takes a cut of guanciale to try while you get a slice of each of the cheese.
You eat in silence, tasting each item on the board. You try to focus on the cheese you’re munching on, stopping yourself from even glancing up at him, but the desire to look at his face is killing you. You like his eyes the most: cold, steel grey orbs that seem to see through you and know just what you’re thinking. Then his lips: pale pink, set in a tight, deadpan line that shouldn’t even look attractive. You wonder what it feels like to kiss those lips (you’ve only ever kissed one guy, that one fuck buddy you had in college). Is Levi a good kisser? How many women have been lucky to feel those lips on their lips?
Lips that are moving slowly as he talks without a sound.
“What?” You snap out of your trance.
“Sixteen seconds,” he says, “that’s how long you’ve been staring at me.”
You let out a sharp breath in disbelief. “I wasn’t staring. I was deliberating over the cheese.”
“Sure, princess.”
Looking away, you grab your glass of wine to take a sip. “I just like the cravat.”
“Can’t miss the chance to impress the princess on our first date.” Levi crosses his arms and his knees, sitting back in his chair, looking relaxed and genuinely curious. “So, what keeps a lady like you busy?”
You hesitate. Not even Hange knows what you’re about to say.
“I’m a web developer and designer.”
He blinks. “You have a job,” he says in disbelief.
“You sound like my parents,” you chuckle.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”
“You did not,” you shake your head. “It’s unusual for a princess to have a job after all.” You watch the wine dance in your glass as you gently rotate it. “Before my father was made king we lived a simple life. A normal family with a father and the eldest kid who worked nine to five jobs and a full-time mother who took care of the house. For years, I was a corporate slave,” you pause, a bitter laugh bubbling from your throat. Talking about it now, you feel overwhelmingly nostalgic for the days you freely walked outside. Even when there were chances people would recognize you, they weren’t as invading as they are now that you’re next in line to the throne.
“And then that happened, half of my family gone because of a man who hated the king who’s been dead for decades.” You stop shaking the glass. You think the wine turns red. Like blood.
The criminal hadn’t even been out of prison for a whole month when he was hanged. Some part of you understood him somehow—you still do. He was wrongly accused and he wanted the king who put him in prison to pay for it, so he sought revenge. But that king was already dead. And he refused to let go.
You still blame him for killing your only cousin. You still blame that man every day for putting you where you are now.
“Jeez.” You let out a sharp breath that sounds like a laugh. “I sound like I hate being a royal—which I really do. Sometimes.” You chuckle, ashamed.
“Understandable,” he sympathizes. “You’ve got a billion pairs of eyes watching your every move.”
And you’ve got to find a worthy husband soon, which is already no easy feat even when you aren’t significantly royal yet.
You set your glass on the table. He refills your drink. You shake it, then drink all of it. Uh oh. Your face feels hot. You had a lot of champagne already. It’s about time you slowdown from drinking.
“What about you, Levi? What keeps you busy besides your job?”
“Gym.”
You nearly choke on your wine as thoughts of Levi in a white compression shirt, grey gym joggers, and white training shoes fill your mind like a flash flood. You imagine him on the bench press, earbuds on, the muscles and veins in his arms bulging as he lifts the barbel. Oh, boy. You wish you’d get the chance to see him train sometimes. Maybe even train with him if a relationship blossoms from this first date.
The imagination is short lived when you spot two waiters arriving with your orders.
“Our food’s here!” You squeal excitedly.
He doesn’t respond, only watches you do a little happy dance as the waiters serve your orders. You ask for a hot sauce for the pizza and more parmesan for your pasta, but the waiter regretfully refuses because extra parmesan isn’t on the menu. With a pout, you murmur an “okay,” missing the surprised look on Levi’s face as you smile at the waiter.
There’s a moment of silence as you both begin to eat. You urge Levi to try the truffle pasta and in return, he shares some of his food with you. Throughout dinner, you exchange stuff about yourselves—hobbies, favorite food, likes and dislikes, places you want to go to. You share bits and pieces of your life and how it affects your job. That your parents still strongly disapprove of it, saying it’s not princess-like to be working such a technical job. When Levi asks about how you met Hange, you recount the project you were both assigned to, the business meeting where you met them personally, and how you became friends after. What you don’t say is that they have been encouraging you to meet Levi since then, insisting you’d be perfect for each other. But you were a career-oriented woman. And you almost got pregnant in college, so you couldn’t trust yourself anymore since then. You didn’t want to ruin your life, so you refused Hange until they stopped.
You wish you did not. You wished you enjoyed life more when you were younger and still have more freedom.
If only you knew things would turn out the way they did.
Sadly, your date soon ends, and you can’t help but wonder if Levi feels the same. He insists on paying for dinner despite your offer to chip in. You take home a deli box of cold cuts and cheese for your brother. Levi offers to drive you home, which you have to refuse since your driver is nearby, tasked to follow you around and bring you home at the end of the night.
“I see,” he murmurs.
You smile regretfully. You want to spend more time with him, even if that’s just another thirty minutes. You want to talk a little more, just be in the same space with him and enjoy his presence. The realization that you enjoyed this date more than you anticipated hits you harder than a slap. You can’t remember the last time you enjoyed a man’s company.
Ahh, you wish you could say yes to him. In fact, you do have the choice to say yes to him, but there are certain protocols you need to follow to ensure what happened before won’t happen again.
Besides, you don’t want to put Levi in the spotlight. Not when he just said he doesn’t intend to see you again.
You snap out of your thought bubble. “What?”
“I’m not the right man for you. I don’t want your life.”
He didn’t even hesitate. Ouch.
You feel like someone just splashed a bucket of ice-cold water on your face.
“I’m sorry for wasting your time,” he says, still with the deadpan look that makes you think the apology isn’t genuine at all.
Why date me then? You force a smile. “It’s alright, it was no waste at all. I had fun. And I understand…” you stop, feeling the tremors in your voice.
He nods, taking a step back. “It’s nice meeting you.”
“Likewise,” you manage to utter. “Thank you, Levi, for a good night.”
“Thank you,” he calls you by your name. “Take care of yourself.”
For the first time, you see emotions swirling in his eyes. Doubt? Sympathy? Things he wants to say.
You turn away from each other at the same time. You don’t see him looking back, watching you walk away for a short moment before turning away with a sigh. You walk in the direction of your car, each step sending your heart crumbling until you’re once again the empty girl that you were before this night started.
.
The night hasn’t even ended yet, but Levi’s face is all over the internet already. His phone buzzes every minute as more people find his social media accounts, sending him follower and message requests.
“Fucking Christ.”
His phone rings, the words Four-Eyes written in the caller ID.
“Oh my God, Levi, you’re famous!” They shriek excitedly.
“Fucking— tone it down. You’re on speaker.” Levi glares at the screen of his phone, hoping his friend would feel his frustration through the call. “You didn’t even consider giving me a heads up that it’s the princess I'm going on a date with?”
“You would’ve said no!” they reason out.
“You idiot,” he snaps. “I wouldn’t say no, not when the date’s already set. I could’ve come prepared though.”
Hange chuckles awkwardly. “Well, did you like her?”
“Yes.”
They squeal. “When’s the next date then?”
“There’s no next date.”
“WHAAAAT?! What do you—”
He drops the call.
His phone rings again two seconds later.
“What do you mean there’s no next date? Don’t tell me you rejected her?!”
Levi sighs.
“You rejected her?!” Hange repeats.
He did like you. He enjoyed your company.
Fine. He is stupid for doing that.
But he isn’t going to admit that to Hange. Or to anyone at all.
“I need to drop. I’m entering the highway.”
“No, Levi, you—”
He did the right thing. He’s a nobody. You deserve someone with status, with influence. Someone important just like you.
Clink, clink.
The air feels thick, heavy with tension, suffocating even in a big dining room.
Clank. Clink, clank.
The king doesn’t talk, he just glances at you every once in a while.
You hear it loud and clear.
We had a deal. No second chances.
If the date fails, you do it the traditional way: your hand offered in marriage. Like an auction item.
Never in your life did you think your own father would do this to you.
Oh, if only Levi didn’t say no.
You should’ve known better than to agree to the blind date—you’ve dragged him in a mess. Prince Levi, they already call him, rooting for him, while others question your choice, dating a man who’s unimportant. You hate that they call him that, so much that you reported every post that called him names. You wanted to talk to him, to apologize for the mess you pulled him into, but the Council advised otherwise. The Council also advised against responding to anything, insisting you let them handle everything. You’re pretty certain they reached out to Levi and bribed him into keeping quiet. Later, the PR team released a statement claiming it was just a friendly date between two high school friends.
You put your utensils down.
“You’re done?” asks your mother.
You wipe the side of your mouth. “Yes.”
“You barely ate,” she remarks.
Joshua shifts on his seat. “Are we gonna play Chained Together tonight?”
“Sure.” You pat his head on your way out.
You hear your mother asking, “must we really do this to her?” as the door closes behind you.
You don’t need to stay to know his answer.
There’s no other way.
.
One of the few things you like in the palace is its vast backyard that houses not just ancient oak trees and various colorful flowering bushes and wild plants, but also your private house: a quaint bungalow that only you have access to, hidden from the meddlesome world outside. A large pond sits at the side, with stepping stones leading to the center, where you would sit to feed and watch the koi carps, goldfishes, and mosquitofishes. Afterwards, you’d head inside and grab some snacks from the pantry before going to the living room, where your work and gaming desks are set up next to a wall-mounted TV, a fireplace and an oversized bean bag. You sit on the couch, munching popcorn as you watch an anime show. Two hours later you hear a loud buzz, a notification that someone is at the backdoor. You check the ring camera from your phone to confirm your visitors before letting them in. You turn the TV off, wash the bowl you used then put it back in the cupboard, drink water, use the restroom, head back to the pantry to grab a bottle of wine and a glass, then head to the only "bedroom" in the house.
Your biggest secret.
You switch the cove lights on. Dim. Casting a soft and warm glow against wine red velvet walls. A full height, dark oak cabinet stands next to the door, and at the center of the room are a rococo-style cabriole couch with gold frames and wine-red velvet cushions, a wine-red leather chaise lounge, and a small dark oak long coffee table, where you set aside the wine and glass. A two-way mirror separates the lounge area from the bedroom; its walls covered in the same wine-red velvet. A dark oak bedside table sits next to a queen-sized bed covered in white and wine-red sheets and pillows dressed in wine-red cases. On the bed is a couple. Naked. Making out.
You sit on the cabriole couch, knees crossed, fingers laced together over your knee, and watch the couple start to get handsy. But it hasn’t even been a minute, yet when you stand up and take your clothes off, leaving them in a pool on the ground as you turn towards the cabinet, opening the doors and revealing a huge collection of sex toys. Collars, cuffs, vibrators, clit suckers, dildos—some of which are still in their packages, opened but never used. You have your favorites. Like the pair of black nipple clamps with fur pom-poms and a pastel red vibrator with a plump and ribbed shaft and rabbit ears-like clit tickler.
As always, not wanting to spoil the velvets of the cabriole couch, you lay on the chaise lounge instead, feet flat on the cushion so that your knees are folded up and spread apart. You place the nipple clamps on the areola, twisting the screws to slightly tighten the jaws until you feel a pulling and pinching sensation that fades to a dull ache over time. The pom-poms brushing against your underboobs send tingly sensations across your nerves, helping in the buildup of your arousal. You’ve always liked that feeling, like barely-there touches. You wet your fingers with your saliva, then the shaft of the vibrator, sliding it in and out of your mouth as if it’s a cock.
On the other side of the mirror, the man begins to suck on the woman’s tit. You watch his tongue twirling around the nipple until it’s stiff, while the other he works with his fingers, pinching and pulling. And then he trails lower, kissing and sucking down her stomach, until his face is between her thighs. You start the vibrator, wet your fingers some more to smear saliva on your cunt, and then press the vibrating shaft against your clit, making your breath hitch and your body twitch at the sudden yet very welcome stimulation. Up and down, you rub the shaft against your clit and between your folds, teasing a poke at your hole, letting out little moans while you watch the man push up the woman’s thighs against her stomach to eat her cunt. You wonder how good his tongue feels. It must be fucking heaven, how slowly he laps up her folds and then sucks on her cunt. Fuck, you wish that’s you on the bed with him. It’s been years since a man pleased you really good.
Eventually the man straightens up. The woman keeps her legs folded against her stomach, and you watch him slapping the head of his cock against her cunt. You position the tip of the shaft of the vibrator against your hole, and as he slowly thrusts into her, you gently insert the shaft on your vagina, pushing and pushing until the slender arms of the tickler are touching your clit. You switch the vibration mode: an exchange of deep one-second vibrations between the shaft and the ticklers, stimulating your G-spot and clit. You let out a low moan, spreading your legs further apart until your foot slips to the ground. God, you miss the feeling of a cock in you. You crave the sounds of heavy breaths, the skin against skin, the warmth of flesh. You crave real pleasure, the body connection.
A pair of steel grey eyes flashes in your head.
A moan slips from your mouth, and then a name.
Levi.
You nearly sit up in surprise, but then your climax hits you, sending your body shuddering violently.
Images of Levi flash before your eyes, naked, positioned between thighs, holding your right feet up and over his shoulder, your left leg pinned under his thighs as he slams his cock into you. You imagine clothes scattered around, the two of you on this very couch, panting, moaning, covered in sweat, fucking you senseless. Another wave hits you, and you aren’t sure if you’re orgasming twice or your orgasm’s lasting longer than usual. In your mind, you hear him calling you princess with that smirk on his lips.
“Feels good, princess?” You hear his voice loud and clear. You feel his touch, caressing your hip and then settling on your stomach as he fills you up with his cum.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head so hard you see white. You pull the vibrator out of your cunt, dropping it on the couch between your thighs, where it continues to vibrate intensely against the leather. Eyes shut tight, you pant loudly, chest rising and falling like angry sea waves as you lie limply on the lounge, cum dripping from your vagina and to the cushions.
When your eyes flicker open again and find the couple who are still fucking on the bed, all you could see is you lying on your stomach while Levi fucks you from behind.
You watch the men gather in the grand from where you stand on the second floor, all eleven of them acting like they’re friends with each other, talking to one another with fake smiles and laughter. Three of them are princes from other countries and the rest are men with high profiles: a politician, three celebrities, and four businessmen. One of the princes is twelve years younger than you, two of the businessmen have greying hairs and are twenty years older than you, and one is a divorcee. You understand now why they kept you out of the screening—if any screening did happen. None of these men would’ve made it here if you did the background check yourself.
Out of the eleven, you strike out four instantly: the young prince and the three businessmen. Marrying a politician is also a no-no. You find their lifestyle repulsive. Celebrities’ too. They hide so much behind the cameras. That’s eight out of eleven already, leaving you only the two princes and one businessman.
One who you wish is Levi.
You bite back the pathetic laugh that threatens to spill from your mouth.
Such a shame you let him walk away from you. You should’ve pursued him.
A kitchen staff approaches the group, offering wine. Your father joins them a moment later, his own glass of wine raised.
“Gentlemen.”
“Your Majesty.” The pigs bow their heads slightly.
“Plus points to anyone who can tell what wine this is,” your father challenges, and you can’t help but huff incredulously.
“Commandaria. Cyprus,” says the divorcee proudly. “The world’s oldest continually produced wine.”
Your father looks up at you, as if you ought to keep track of these men’s points.
“You know a lot about wines, Your Majesty,” says one of the celebrities.
“My daughter does,” he corrects, looking up at you again, this time a little fondly. “I take after her.” The group chuckles. The King beckons you to come and join them, but you only stare. To spite him. He only smiles and turns back to the men around him.
“Princess,” the tall guy dressed in black and white suit raises his glass towards you. You recognize him from a few game release live streams you saw back then. “I heard you are a gamer,” he remarks with a curious smile.
“I am.”
“Jean Kirstein, Your Highness. I’m a fan. I watched your live streams when you were still streaming,” he brags.
“Kiss ass,” scoffs the dark-brown haired celebrity with a sleek man-bun.
Eren Yeager. You’ve seen some of his movies. He’s a good actor. Too bad he’s not your kind of person.
“Huh?!” Jean turns to him with a glare.
“Hush, you kids! Not in front of the princess,” chides the 54-year old businessman.
Whoever decided to let these men who are twenty years older than you join this stupid competition is an idiot.
Another kitchen staff approaches the King. You take that as a sign to head to the grand dining hall. Gotta get this over and done with, you think begrudgingly.
Across the King you sit, watching eleven strangers sit around the long table, their chins held high and their chest puffed. Every second is a competition, and they can’t afford to look unworthy. Funny. If you really have a choice, you would’ve sent all of them home already.
Throughout the meal, your “suitors” talked with the King as if it's his hand they are competing for in marriage, so eager to know more about the royal life and what power they would have should they become royalty. You’ve hated this kind of talk. Even when you or your parents weren’t directly involved in it, only listening to your grandpa and your uncle discuss such matters during family dinners when they were still alive.
The only one who shows interest is Jean, asking simple questions such as what do you like doing other than gaming, the places you want to go to, your favorite food. He’d say stuff about himself, as if this is a date where you’re getting to know each other, except Eren and Caleb are with you, both Jean would encourage to share too. You can’t tell if he’s just that good a person or he’s setting himself up to win.
Well, on the brighter side, he’s making things easier for you. He’s someone you can vibe with. He was a game developer before he became CTO of the company. Playing games can be one of your bonding activities, and your brother will like him too. Telling him your secret shouldn’t be a problem as well. He doesn’t seem like a judgmental person.
That’s it. You made your choice. Gotta get this over and done with, you remind yourself.
“Everyone.” You clear your throat.
Silence erupts. Twelve pairs of eyes turn in your direction, you keep yours glued to the king, urging yourself to speak.
“I would like to—”
The doors swing open.
The guards try to get hold of Joshua, who rushes in and announces, “big sis, you have a phone call!”
“Joshua, you shouldn’t be here,” says the King.
“It’s an emergency!” He reasons out, shoving his phone onto your hand.
It’s from an unknown number. You answer tentatively, thoughts racing in your head, thinking who it could be. The answer comes in a familiar voice shrieking your name, so loud it makes you flinch.
“Hange?”
“Maydaaaaay!!”
Oh.
Oh.
“They won’t let us in!!” Hange cries out.
“What’s happening?” asks the King.
“Your guards won’t let us in is what’s happening, Your Lord Majesty!”
“Us?” Your brows knit together. “Who’s us?”
There’s a funny feeling in your chest.
You stand up, thinking you already know the answer.
There’s a loud rustle, then Hange’s distant voice as they shout, “come on, talk to the princess!”
“Let the guards take care of it.” The King lets out a heavy sigh, running out of patience. “Put the phone down. Now.”
You meet his eyes with a defiant gaze. He says your name—your real name—in a voice so low but with alarm bells blaring in the background.
Ah, fuck it. Your only hope is right outside, waiting for the gates to let them in—to let him in.
So, that’s what you tell the guard, who, after a short moment of contemplation, meekly answers “yes, Your Highness.”
The chair shrieks against the marbled floor as the king gets up from his chair, glaring daggers in your way. “Sit down.”
“Pardon, Your Majesty,” a slight incline of your head. “I have guests to tend to.”
“Your guests are here.”
You turn to everyone on the table and excuse yourself with a curtsy. The King calls you by your name. A final warning.
You choose to ignore it.
Joshua follows you out of the dining hall, and when the doors close, you ruffle his hair, telling him he did a good job.
“You owe me primogems!” he grins and scurries away.
You march in the direction of the front doors, anxious yet excited. It’s got to be Levi—it has to be Levi.
The guards bow to you in greeting before opening the doors, and you quietly walk along the grand hall, your hands sweating, almost tripping on your heels as your pace quickens. Another pair of guards greet you before pushing the doors open, revealing the car that’s parked at the drop-off area and your guests, Hange and a tall blond, leaning against the side of the car, arms and feet crossed.
No Levi.
“There she is!” Hange smacks their hands together, pushing themselves off the car.
You force out a smile. Surely you didn’t just disobey the king for nothing?
“Come on!” They smack you on the back, nearly sending you tumbling forward. “You don’t look so thrilled to see us!”
“Of course I am,” you chuckle, awkward.
The blond guy steps towards you, offering a hand. “Princess, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Erwin Smith, their boss.”
“Their boss,” you murmur, turning to Hange.
“What? Bosses have bosses too!”
You roll your eyes at them. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I hope we’re not too late,” says Erwin.
Your lips part, but not even a small sound comes out of your throat. You can’t imagine yourself with this guy. Heck, you can’t imagine him joining this stupid contest at all. He doesn’t seem that desperate.
“No. Certainly not—”
The car door opens. A black brogue boot appears, followed by the next of the pair. A man comes out of the car, dressed in a light mid-grey suit and a white dress shirt with a blue and black patterned silk cravat.
God, you love his cravats.
“Levi.” Your voice is almost inaudible.
He slams the door closed and walks up to you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “Sorry, I’m late. Hange’s a shitty driver. Got pulled up by the police twice for beating the red light.”
“Hey, I got you here in one piece!” Hange points out.
Levi scowls. “We almost crashed.”
“Missed a police car by a hair’s breadth,” adds Erwin.
Hange throws their hands in the air frustratingly. “You’re supposed to say she looks good in her dress! What happened to our rehearsal?!”
Levi rolls his eyes, turning to you, and in that split second his gaze softens. You get it, what he wants to say.
You squeeze his hand gently.
“I thought you didn’t want this,” you gesture to your surroundings.
“I don’t,” he confirms, and your heart drops. “But I like you.”
Now your heart would’ve jumped out of your chest if it could only break through your ribs. In your peripherals, you see Hange hitting Erwin’s arm.
“And I’ll be fine. I can tolerate all these—” he gestures widely to the mansion behind you, “—just fine.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “That isn’t rehearsed, is it?”
“No,” he smiles softly.
You can’t help the big smile that nearly splits your face in half. “Well then, Prince Levi,” you tease, offering your hand to him with the palm up, “shall we make a scene?”
He smirks, placing his hand on yours. “Princess.”
“Wait!” Hange shrieks. “Please tell me there are desserts for us!”
A laugh bubbles from your chest. “You know where the pantry is.”
Levi throws you a funny look. “Hange’s really been here?”
“Told ‘ya!” The person in question pipes up.
You start pulling Levi into the mansion. “I hope you’re ready to meet the king.”
“Can’t wait,” he deadpans.
Hange and Erwin are taken to the kitchen by the palace maids. You walk towards the towering doors of the grand dining hall with Levi, your heart hammering in your chest. When the guards reach for the door handles, you stop them. Your stomach’s churning. Your father will certainly recognize Levi. He’s seen the pictures. He’ll definitely call the guards to drag him out of the palace.
You think you’re going to puke. You’ll embarrass yourself in front of everyone, in front of Levi, and he’ll find you disgusting—
His fingers lace with yours, and when you turn to look at him, he tells you, “we’ll make this work.”
“There’s no turning back after this,” you emphasize. “This isn’t like our first date. This is the real thing. And there’s still stuff about me you—”
“I know,” he cuts you off, his voice soft, but his hold in your hand firm, keeping you grounded. “I am sure.”
That feels enough. That is enough.
“Okay,” you breathe, shoulders relaxing.
“You’re hesitating,” he murmurs.
You shake your head. “Just anxious. It’s my dad I’m worried about.”
“There’s no turning back after this,” he returns, squeezing your hand and then tugging you closer. “You’re stuck with me now.”
You can’t help but chuckle. He smiles faintly.
With a single nod from you, the guards push the doors open. Eleven pairs of eyes turn to your direction. Quiet. Speculating. If they recognize Levi, they don’t show it.
“Everyone,” you clear your throat, “I want you all to meet Prince Levi.”
The king turns to two of you at last, his eyes cold, unimpressed. He eyes Levi from head to toe, then picks his glass of wine and takes a sip.
The 54-year old scoffs. “What is this, a joke?”
“He isn’t even a participant.” The politician tosses his serviette on the table.
“You wasted our time!” spats the other old guy. “You humiliated us!”
The glassware and utensils clink as the king slams his knuckle against the table. “I will not have my daughter disrespected in our own house.” He speaks in a low yet furious voice, turning to the enraged men. “Leave.”
“You say that to us after she toyed with us?” the politician questions.
Eren sighs loudly. “It’s not like you were going to win anyway.”
“Excuse me?” His nostrils flare.
“Leave,” the King repeats, louder, firmer, “before the guards drag you out of the palace.” And as if to emphasize, the guards step forward, one by your right side and the other, Levi’s left. The king slightly inclines his head, an eyebrow raised at the fuming politician. “You wouldn’t want that as that would be more humiliating, would you?”
One by one they leave the grand dining hall, stomping like children throwing tantrums, until the only ones left are Jean, Eren, and the three princes, all seemingly unaffected by the unexpected turn of events. The empty seats have been cleared. Clean plates and utensils are provided to you and Levi, followed by a fresh batch of food. You sit next to your father, who hasn’t spoken a word after the other candidates left. He’s only been drinking wine. He hasn’t even spared Levi a glance at all ever since he sat on the table! You can’t tell if he’s angry—well, he is angry, but this isn’t his usual anger. He’s uncharacteristically quiet. Like he’s waiting for either you or Levi to crack. Perhaps, a test?
No matter. He can’t treat Levi like this. You won’t allow that.
You empty your glass of wine. Then, a deep breath, ready to say—
“What made you change your mind?”
You press your lips shut and turn to Levi.
They talked. After the date. Your father reached out to Levi indeed, and knowing him, he might’ve struck a deal.
“I like her,” Levi says simply.
“You like the title,” the king suggests.
Levi meets your eyes. You offer a small smile. It doesn’t matter, you want to tell him, it doesn’t matter if he’s into the title more than you. You like him enough that you think you can share your secret with him and that’s all that matters. You can live with that. You can live with him.
But you like to hear what he has to say too. He was certain when he said he doesn’t want this life, so really, what made him change his mind?
“I liked that she was able to tell what year my car was made in just one look.”
Your breath catches in your throat.
The king takes a while before he finally responds with a smile. “She enjoyed going to car shows when she was a kid.”
“If she wants to drive again,” Levi continues, “I’d like to see through that. I want her to be able to go to places by herself, with or without her driver or me.”
“Road trips,” you murmur, grinning when he answers with a nod.
You miss the way your father’s eyes soften at the exchange. It’s gone the moment Levi looks back to him.
“I like that she gets excited over food, and that she didn’t use her status to get more parmesan for her pasta.”
You bite back the giggle that threatens to spill from your mouth. Oh, God. You think your heart’s about to explode.
“I liked that she shared her food with me.”
Your heart does somersaults in your chest.
“I want us to go out more often. Have picnics. Travel in and out of the country. I want to watch her little happy dances whenever she’s excited. I want…” he turns to you, his gaze softening, “I want to get to know her better.”
Instinctively, you wet your lips, then reach for his face, pulling him into a kiss. He blinks in surprise, a tint of red blooming on his cheeks.
Your father lets out a sigh, but when you turn to face him, you find him smiling. “I’m glad my daughter met you,” he says, picking up his wine glass. “I haven’t seen her this happy in a while.” The softness of his voice makes your eyes water. He raises his glass, and everyone else follows. “A toast to the prince and princess.”
The others chorus a “to the prince and princess,” raising their glasses to honor you and Levi.
“To us.” You raise your glass towards Levi.
He smiles. “To us.”
There’s a gentle knock on the door, followed by Hange shouting “Oi, Shorty! Lunch break’s over!”
“Is that Hange?” asks your father.
“Yes, papa.” You turn to Levi, who looks dismayed. “Work?”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “I’ll stay if you want me to.”
“You have meetings.” He would’ve cancelled if they weren't important. “Come back tonight?”
He nods and gets up. You watch him approach the king to shake hands with, not expecting he’d receive a quick hug from your father as well. Levi nods to the other guests in respect, and they once again congratulate him. Then, he turns to you and kisses your hand with a promise to see you later. You catch Hange waving at you as the door closes.
Your father smiles. You can’t believe he’d accept Levi so quickly. You’re glad he did.
(He later tells you “I’m still your father, okay? And I want you to be happy first and foremost.” after you enveloped him in a tight hug.)
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Levi does come back later that night, bringing with him sleeping clothes and a few sets of casual outfits for the weekend. You introduce him to your mother and brother before touring him around the mansion, the dining room being your last destination for some snacks and drink. You stand opposite each other on the bar table, exchanging stories over cheese, crackers and a glass of wine you’re sharing between the two of you. Each time it’s his turn to drink, you’d watch how he rotates the glass first so that the side where your lips touched faces his way. He’d pick up the glass, swirl the wine, and then drink, his eyes glued to your face while yours are on his lips, which he would later lick clean.
Well, fuck.
Standing on your toes, you bend as close as you could towards Levi and he smirks, eyes flickering to your lips. You take the wine glass back to refill it, pretending you aren’t feeling the way he’s staring at your lips as you drink, like he’s so close to tugging you towards him for a kiss. You swallow slowly, grab some crackers to eat, then pour wine into the glass for his turn. You aren’t sure who makes the contact first: Levi, when he puts his fingers over yours to receive the glass, or you, learning towards him to get a kiss. One thing’s for sure: you both like it, judging the way he’s hurriedly walking around the table to get to your side, how you immediately reach for his arms to close the gap between your faces, and how deeply he sucks in a breath when his lips crash into yours, as if he wants to breathe you in. His hands move down to the sides of your neck, his touch sending electricity through your nerves, frying your body.
You pull away, breathless as you say “we have to go. Mom drinks milk at nine-thirty!” You grab the bottle of wine, downing the remaining two glasses in it. Levi watches, eyes wide in surprise, and then laughs. You let out a huff, feeling bloated in an instant, and drag him through the hall and back to your room.
His mouth is on your lips the moment the door closes, neither of you bothering to turn the lights on. His hand won’t stop roaming all over back, fingers slipping under your shirt a few times, eliciting little moans from you. If his skin against your skin can only catch fire, you’ll be ashes now.
You’ve never felt this alive for such a long time.
Levi pulls away briefly. “We’re not in a rush to get married, are we?”
“No,” you chuckle, kissing him again. “Though, I believe, my parents are in a hurry for a grandchild.”
He hums, catching your lips in a heated kiss that sucks the air right out of your lungs. Levi breathes heavy, as if he’s been holding back for so long and is still holding back at the same time. His hands find the small of your back, fingers slipping under your shirt, sending a jolt through your nerves that makes you pull at his cravat to get him even closer. You grind your hips into his, and when you feel his hard-on through his suit trousers, you can’t help but smile against his lips. A gasp escapes your mouth, followed by a chuckle, when he lifts you so easily from the floor, as if you’re nothing but a doll to him. You wrap your legs around his waist, and without breaking the kiss, he walks to your bed, where he lays you gently. He props himself up and stares at you, your hands laced together above your head. Even in the dark, you find his eyes pretty, his steel grey irises that seem to glow faintly like moonlight. Maybe it’s just the alcohol in your system that makes you see things, makes you feel things. Like how sweet his breath tastes or how hot his body feels against yours. Or how your hands fit together as if you’re meant to be holding each other. Or how the way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world.
“I liked your dress today, you look good in it. The red ribbons look good on white.”
You hum, nuzzling his nose.
“Couldn’t stop imagining myself untying them.”
“Naughty prince,” you scold playfully. “You should’ve told me earlier, so I would’ve kept it on for you to live your dream tonight.”
He smirks. “Plenty of chances to do that.” When he kisses you this time, it’s gentle and slow. He lets go of your hands only to comb his fingers in your hair. Your hands move to his waist, slipping under the suit and grabbing at his shirt to pull it out of slacks.
“Levi,” you sigh into his mouth. He breaks from the kiss only for his lips to trail along your jaw. “There’s something I need to show you tomorrow before we get really serious about this.”
He hums in question against your neck.
“It might change the way you look at me.”
He pulls away completely this time and eyes you curiously. “Any hint?”
You avoid his gaze, looking at his cravat instead as you fidget with it. “It’s… about sex. Or something like that.”
“Hmm.”
You straighten his already creaseless shirt. “You’ll see tomorrow.”
“Trying to get me to back out?” He kisses your lips. Then your chin.
“I hope not,” you sigh in his hair.
“Nothing—” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, “about you—” a kiss on your jugular notch, “will make me—” a kiss between your chest, “back out.”
You chuckle. “But we haven’t had sex yet,” you point out.
“You smell so good,” he murmurs against your stomach, biting at the hem of your shirt and then pushing it up. You rake your fingers through his fringe, pulling the strands back to make him look up at you while his nose and lips trail down your lower belly.
“I’ve been waiting for this.”
He kisses you through your underwear and pyjamas. “Me too.”
“I bet…” you spread your knees apart for him, “you couldn’t stop dreaming of me like this while you were at work.”
Levi smirks audibly, and after one more press of his lips against your clothed sex, he straightens up and pulls your underwear and pyjamas down post-haste. A frenzied grin breaks through your mouth as you lift your legs quickly, and then he leans forward to quickly rid you of your shirt and bra. He wastes no time, burying his face between your tits, breathing in the smell of your skin before pressing wet kisses along the valley of your chest. You reach for the collar of his suit, desperate to get him naked as well, but it’s as if he’s gone mad and wouldn’t stop kissing all over your chest to let you undress him. You sigh out his name in plea, pushing at the shoulders of his suit, but he only murmurs “just let me” before his mouth feasts on your left tit. You arch your chest towards him, your fingers settling in his hair instead as his mouth moves to your other tit, tongue twirling around the nipple until it’s stiff. You sigh his name again, but he refuses to stop, alternating between your tits, replacing with his fingers what his mouth couldn’t reach. The only time he moves away from your chest is when you cry out “please!” He pulls at the nipple, letting it go with a pop before he starts placing a trail of sucking kisses on your stomach. Lips parted, you pant loudly, each puff complemented by the press of his lips on your skin and the little sounds they make.
But his lips don't make it to your pubic mound just yet. Levi straightens up. You bite back a grumble, pressing your lips together as you watch him finally take his coat off and toss it somewhere behind him. He pauses to take you in, eyes roaming all over your body, lingering a second longer on your chest and then your pussy. He leans forward, hooks his hands under your knees, and pushes them forward until they’re touching your breasts. Even when he straightens up again and lets go of your knees, you keep them firm against your chest.
“Look at you,” he praises.
You smile, sickly sweet, making your cunt clench and unclench around nothing. Levi smirks, pressing his fingertip oh-so-lightly on your clit, circling the nub before dragging his finger down your folds.
“Oh, Levi,” you sigh, pussy lips clenching around the tip of his finger that’s slightly poking your hole.
He twists his hand, gathering your slick at the pad of his finger.
“Stop teasing!” You grumble.
He leans forward, planting his left hand on the mattress by your waist while he rubs along your folds with the other. “What would you have me do, princess?”
Your breath catches in your throat when he nudges at your hole. But that’s all you get. A little nudge every few seconds, between circling your clit and spreading your lips with his slender fingers.
“Fuck me,” you demand.
He hums in thought. “Not tonight.”
“What?” You snap.
He leans forward to press a kiss on your lips, then your chin, slowly along each of your clavicles, down your cleavage and each of your nipples, flicking them with his tongue. He bites lightly at the flesh above the areola of your right breast and then sucks hard until the skin blooms red. You let out a breathy moan of his name, pleading, and he only answers with “not tonight, princess.” Firm. Decided. He trails down your stomach, bites again at the mound, and then breathes in your scent when he presses his nose against the inside of your thigh.
“God, Levi, can’t you be a little more eager?”
He smirks against your inner left thigh. “Oh, I am eager, my lady, just appreciating what is being offered to me right now.” A kiss, wet and loud, then he sucks on the skin until a red patch appears.
“Please, Levi…”
He silences you with a hush, blowing warmth against your cunt, causing your body to shudder.
He focuses on your clit, kissing, sucking, each pull at the hood by his lips making you pant a little heavier. You spread your legs as far apart as possible and reach for his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Levi looks up at you, and the way your tits are pressed together between your arms makes him groan against your cunt. He grabs one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching at the nipple with an intensity that makes you twitch and moan louder. With the fingers of his other hand, he spreads your pussy lips apart for his tongue to slick up your folds, opening you up to give way to his fingers plunging into your cunt. You gasp, walls clenching around his middle and index fingers, squeezing out slick that makes him pull out his fingers just so he can lick you up and taste. You bring your ankles to his back, squeezing your legs on either side of his head. Such a euphoric feeling, his nose against your mound, mouth working your clit while his fingers are scissoring your insides. Your grip in his hair tightens, your toes curl in, your ankles dig harder into his back as you start humping his face. Levi continues to fuck you with his fingers even when he starts to feel like his ears are about to explode.
And it’s all worth it when your thighs begin to tremble against his ears and all you can say is his name in many ways his brain recognizes: pleading him for more, praising his work, announcing you’re close. It’s all worth it when he begins to hump the mattress too, grinding his still-clothed cock through the offending fabrics while he sucks your cunt harder. He looks up at your face and finds you looking down at him, only for you to show him a frenzied smile, then your eyes rolling back and your head thrown back to the pillow as your body shudders. You shove your feet into the mattress as you cry out his name, gripping his hair as you guide his face up and down your twitching cunt. Levi grunts, sucks the cum out of your hole while he, too, starts to spoil his clothes.
“My God,” you chuckle breathlessly when his mouth finds your lips again. Your taste in his mouth to yours doesn’t even bother you anymore, having used to it already when you would get too curious while pleasing yourself.
“I might’ve spoiled your sheets,” he murmurs, looking down at the bed between your legs.
“You finished?”
“Yeah.” He settles on top of you, nuzzling your neck.
You cling to him like a koala, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. “That’s good. Even better if you were inside me.”
“Not tonight.”
“You’re annoying.”
He chuckles against your clavicle. Then he kisses it. “May I use the bathroom?”
“Of course. Everything here is also yours.”
You hope Levi won't get tired of you. It’s been years since you had someone to cling to in your sleep.
The walk to your private house is quiet. You can’t figure out if he's just enjoying the scenery or he’s mulling over a hundred possible ideas about what he’s about to find out. This part of the palace grounds isn’t known to the public after all, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s too stunned to speak at the moment. You show him to the pond, where you stand in the middle and kiss for a while until you remember you’re there to feed the fishes. You then lead him into the house, and he hasn’t even toured the whole kitchen yet, when he pulls you into a kiss and your tongues are in each other’s mouths. You push him onto the bean bag, where you straddle him and kiss even more. You fumble for the buttons of his shirt. He reaches around your shoulders to unzip your dress. But by the time you’re pulling him up to remove his shirt and he’s unhooking your bra while kissing down your chest, a loud buzz startles you both.
“I thought no one else comes here?”
“From the family.” You pluck your phone from the pocket of his jeans (you asked him to keep it since your dress is pocketless) to let the couple in. You take your bra off and drape it over the headrest of your work chair—no use in keeping it on since the chances of you getting naked later are high. You do ask him to zip your dress up for you. Then, you take his hand and drag him out of the seat, leading him to the room. Backwards you walk, gauging Levi’s reaction when the cove lights switch on. His eyes are on the other side of the room first, still empty since the couple is still preparing. You watch Levi walk around, his eyes moving to the cabriole couch, then the chaise lounge, and when he finds nothing interesting, he walks to the glass and touches it.
“Two-way?”
“Yes.”
“Huh.”
You hear it, the amusement in his tone.
He turns away, gaze falling upon the cabinet. “I assume there aren't any clothes inside.”
“Mhm.” You stand with your back against the cabinet, arms on your back as you hold the handles. This is it, you think. You’re going to have your biggest secret told soon.
Behind Levi, the couple finally appears, walking to the bed, naked like always. Levi must’ve noticed your gaze isn’t on him, so he turns to face the glass again. He pauses, so quiet even his breathing can’t be heard. His attention is fixed on the couple who starts their performance. Sloppy kisses, hands everywhere. Then, the man carries his partner to bed, where they share more kisses before he whispers something in her ear. They exchange positions so that he now lies under her, stroking the top of her head as she peppers his skin with kisses.
“How long?” asks Levi.
“A year,” you answer in a quiet voice. “But they aren’t the first.”
Levi turns to face you completely, and it sucks that you can’t tell what he’s thinking. He’s so good at that, maintaining an impassive gaze, suppressing his emotions.
“There was another couple. For two years.” You’ve got no choice but to go on. You’re here now. He’s going to find out one way or another.
“And you only watch?”
“Kinda.” You turn away to finally open the cabinet, its doors heavier than you remember, like they’re trying to stop you from embarrassing yourself further. With the contents bared, you can’t make yourself face Levi just yet, afraid that this time you’ll see a sliver of anything the screams not good on his face. Disappointment. Disgust. Ashamed of getting involved with a person who’s sick in the head.
“Huh.”
There it is again, the amusement in his voice.
You face him, lips parting in surprise when you find him approaching.
“You’ve used all this?”
“N—no. Only some. The rest are just for collection.”
“I see,” he hums, now standing by your side, eyes roaming all over the sex toys. Levi murmurs your name in a low and gravelly voice that makes your insides churn, and says “you always surprise me, princess.” He faces you, and your breath catches in your throat. There it is again, the glint in his eyes, the gaze that makes you feel things.
Levi steps between you and the cabinet, so close that your noses nearly touch. You hold your ground, keeping your eyes glued to his.
When he speaks again, his voice is quieter. “This is what you’re afraid to tell me?” He steps forward, forcing you to step back until you hit the couch. “You thought this would disgust me and turn me away?”
“Yes,” you answer firmly even though deep inside, you feel ablaze and already melting.
“It did.”
Your heart drops in your chest but you keep your cool, pretending it doesn’t bother you. You should’ve known better than to tell Levi. You should’ve just stopped this, should’ve just fired the couple and locked this room up. Now he’s going to leave you and this time, he will never come back.
You feel his hand on your hip, almost at the top of your ass cheek, there but barely touching.
“It made me want you even more.”
Before you can even digest what he just said, his mouth crashes into yours, stealing the air right out of your lungs. The suddenness of it pushes you against the couch, causing it to slide back with a screech that would’ve made you jump if he isn’t pressing his pelvis against yours, letting you feel his growing hard-on through his jeans. The pressure that’s been building in your belly turns to something positive. His other hand finds your hip, pulling you against him, grinding his hips into yours. Your lips part as you moan into the kiss, and Levi slips his tongue into your mouth. You grab him by the collars of his shirt as you meet his tongue with your own. You need him. You want him so fucking bad.
And you own him.
Levi pulls away, leaving you reeling and panting.
“Show me what you learned from these two.”
You smirk, accepting the challenge. You grab at the part of his shirt that’s still buttoned and drag him around the couch. You push him to sit on the velvet cushion, positioning your knees between his parted ones as you lean forward for a chaste kiss. Slowly, you unbutton the rest of his shirt to finally get rid of it, tossing it somewhere behind you. You lean in for another kiss, slow and steady this time, but when he reaches for your face with his hands, you pull away to tell him, “no touching.” You don’t wait for an answer, capturing his lips in another slow kiss while your hands roam all over his chest, feeling his pecks, teasing the nipples. Levi stays still, but you feel the tension in his stomach when he arches his back slightly, gravitating to your touch. Slowly, your mouth inches along his jaw, to the skin under his ear. You place a trail of featherlight kisses down the side of his neck, smirking against his hot skin when you feel him tilting his head in your direction. “You’re cheating,” you whisper in his ear before moving down to his shoulder, “you’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” His chest heaves, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the sucking kisses you’re placing along his collarbone or if it’s because you’re teasing his erection through his jeans with a barely-there touch of your finger.
“Want me to take it off?” You ask sweetly.
“Whatever you want,” he croaks.
You kiss him on the mouth, a reward for leaving you the choice. With your eyes locked on his eyes, you unbutton his jeans and zip it open. “Up,” you instruct, and Levi lifts his hips off the couch for you to pull his pants down, leaving him in his boxer shorts. “My, my…”
He keeps his eyes on your face. He doesn’t need to look down to know he’s leaking through—
“Fuck!” He chokes out when you tap the head of his cock that’s poking against the wet fabric. It twitches after the touch, releasing more precum. He sighs out your name, frustrated.
“Patience, my prince,” you say against his mouth, feeling his hot breath against your lips. Another chaste kiss, then you trail down his chest, kissing softly the skin of his pectorals before focusing on his nipples, swirling your tongue around the stiff nubs. Levi shudders under your touch, breathing heavily through gritted teeth, knuckles turning white as his grip on the cushion tightens. With half-lidded eyes, he watches you move down his stomach, lips trailing along the narrow space between his abs, stopping right where his happy trail starts with a loud playful peck. Planting your hands on the cushion on each side of his knees, you look up at him and smile innocently.
“Still good?”
A sliver of emotion passes on his face. “Come on,” he sighs.
“Whatever happened to being patient?” You giggle, caressing his right chest.
“Been fucking patient enough,” he grumbles.
Your hand slides south, the tip of your fingers gliding along his abs. The sensation makes his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers.
“Fine, fine,” you sing-sang—you’re eager yourself, after all—hooking your index fingers over the garters to pull his boxers down. Levi’s cock springs free, twitching again in the sudden cold, its head glistening from being coated in so much pre-cum. The view makes your mouth water. He looks so delicious, like a melting ice cream that you can’t stop imagining you’re licking.
“Did they turn you on too?” You tease with a tap at his cockhead.
“Just fucking take me.” (But what he wants to say is that he hasn’t even so much as glanced at the couple behind you ever since you sat on the couch. You’re all he cares about. You’re all he wants to look at.)
“So impatient,” you remark in a playful scolding tone as you get down on your knees. Levi smirks, satisfied, but it’s cut short by a frustrated sigh when you remind him that he’s still not allowed to touch. You smile, mouth open and tongue sticking out right next to the bulbous cockhead. You let out a quiet breath through your mouth to see how sensitive he already is, and when it twitches, you reward him with a little lick at the frenulum. Levi throws his head back against the backrest of the couch as another frustrated sigh escapes him, and in that second that he’s unsuspecting, you quickly take all of him deep in your throat, startling him and causing him to choke out a gasp and grab hold of your head.
“Shit— sorry!” He withdraws his hands and settles back to gripping the cushions again. “You’re going to give me a heart attack."
Your hands glide along his inner thighs while you take him into your mouth, not too deep but just enough for the tip to hit your uvula before you pull back, cheeks hollowed out as you suck hard at the head. With your eyes glued to his pretty face, admiring his brows that are slightly creased, his half-lidded eyes, and slightly parted lips, you repeat the action slowly, sucking harder with every pull, and each time, Levi would buck his hips up, desperate to go deeper in your throat and make you choke. You give him what he wants once, twice, allowing him as deep as you can take until you’re twitching and your eyes cloud with tears. His grip on the cushions tightens that the fingers nearly turn white as he jerks his hips up in an attempt to bury his cock deep down your throat, sighing out a “fuuuck,” when you’d pull out not even two seconds after to gasp for air. Levi murmurs your name, pleading with you, and you’d comfort him with only a squeeze on both knees and a kiss on the head of his cock. You do this again and again, riling him up, enjoying the desperate moans he makes every time you leave him hanging, and God, it makes you feel so good to hear him beg, even if twice he lost his control and disobeyed you by gripping the back of your head to hold you still for a few seconds longer, waiting for you to start twitching at the lack of oxygen before letting you go. You let both times slip after he apologized and whimpered “you feel so good.”
It doesn’t take him long before he’s murmuring that he’s close. You quicken your pace and take him deeper until his breathing turns loud and erratic, and when he cries out “shit!” you pull back and watch his cock twitch in air as cum dribbles out. “You’re so fucking mean,” he whines, and you giggle at how he seems to be close to sobbing.
You wrap your fingers around the base, pushing his cock to his stomach and stroking him upwards to gather his cum towards his belly instead. You can’t spoil the velvet covers after all, not this time yet at least. He watches while you lick your fingers clean, his breathing slowing to calm as you place a trail of kisses up his stomach and chest, until you’re straddling him.
“You can touch me now.”
His hands slip under your skirts to caress your thighs.
You peck his lips, asking “how are you?” between kisses.
“Could be better,” is all he says, in his usual deadpan tone.
You chuckle, cupping his jaw, tilting his head to the side to kiss the side of his face.
His hands snake around your lower back, fingers slipping under the garters of your underwear, pushing them down and then spreading your ass apart so that he can feel your wetness at the tip of his fingers while he squeezes your cheeks.
You move your hips to rub yourself on his fingers, moaning against his lips when he nudges your hole.
“So… will you still be my prince or nah?”
He slips a finger into your cunt, curling it inward and outward, causing your hips to falter.
“You can’t get rid of me by giving me ruined orgasms. Or by watching strangers fuck.”
“Do you want me to fire them?”
He kisses your chin. “I wouldn’t mind if you don’t.”
“Good to know…” You bury your face in the crook of his neck as you lift your hips slightly, allowing him better reach and angle. He slips another finger, and you moan breathily against his skin as he starts fucking you with his fingers. You kiss the junction where his neck and shoulder meet and say, “I can finally put that gorgeous cock ring into good use.” Levi stiffens, his fingers still buried in your cunt. You pull away and laugh at the flabbergasted look on his face. “Not today, though.” You kiss the tip of his nose, winking at him as you get up. “I’ll just get my butt plug.”
p.s. i know nothing about wines (im a beer girl lol) so if the combination of food and wine i chose isn't a good pair, i'm sorry 😖😂
@levievent's LeviNSFW26 day 01: postwar + age difference
⋆˙⟡ levi didn't really need an assistant at the tea shop…
⋆˙⟡ postwar!Levi x Marleyan ex-soldier fem!reader. 4.2k words. NSFW. age difference, a little background for the reader, blowjobs, cum eating, semi-public (stockroom), handjobs, giving levi a bath/showering together, unprotected piv, cowgirl and creampie (mentioned)
uggghhh took me a while to get back to writing. i've completely lost confidence in my writing (myself, in general) the past month, been so demotivated because of it while also so drained at work :( anyways, i hope you all still like this even if i dont lol honestly, i wasn't going to post this if it weren't for @aphroditaeon (she believes in me more than i myself😂) 🫶❤️ thank you, as always, for being my number one supporter!!! <333
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Levi doesn’t need an assistant at the tea shop. It’s barely been a year since it opened! He can count in both hands his regulars and most days are slow since there are plenty of other more established tea shops around and cafes that offer the so-called ‘coffee’ drink that the younger generation seem to prefer. But Gabi was persistent. Said you were good at chores and that you would be a big help at managing the shop. Even used the “her landlady would evict her if she missed another rent payment” guilt card which forced him to agree. That wasn’t his concern, still isn’t, but as people say: third time’s a charm—fortunately for Gabi (and you) and unfortunately for him. Twice he was able to say no, but the third, he couldn’t anymore. Not when Gabi brought you with her. Not when the way you looked at him made him weak in his already-weak-knees. He didn’t understand it then and he still doesn’t until now.
And he definitely can’t fathom how or why he’s in the stock room, slouched on a stool, thighs trembling, head thrown back against a jar of tea leaves, and mouth open in a breathy sigh while his cock slides in and out of your mouth.
He’s not going to lie, you really are good at maintaining the cleanliness of the shop. You even donated potted plants to make the shop look appealing and a phonograph to play classical songs in the background, bringing color and life to the place. It’s only been six months since you started, yet you’ve already brought so much life to the shop (read: to his life), so much more than he ever could and would. There’s not one bad thing he could say about you, not one reason to fire you. You need not be told what to do, always ready to greet the customers with a smile (something he isn’t good at), prepared to help them choose which tea to drink (which, to his surprise, you know a lot of), serve orders right after they’re made, and clean up after the customers left. You’d wash the used teacups without being told, wipe them dry, and organize them on the overhead cupboards just the way he prefers. It didn’t take him long to realize he’s been watching you (and enjoying it) from behind the counter all this time.
And you are so, so good at making him feel good. So fucking nice to look at when you’re on the ground and between his knees, your calloused fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly while you suck at the head. He forces himself to look at you, eyes half-lidded, his cheeks a faint red, and it always catches him off-guard, makes him choke out a gasp, when he finds you already looking at him. A hum escapes his throat at the sight of your smile around his cock, his eyes rolling back so hard when your lips wrap around his head.
He breathes your name out, setting his eyes on you again. “Go deeper,” he murmurs.
You prop yourself up with your forearms on his thighs, careful not to hurt his knee. He grabs at the shelves on each side of him, gripping so hard his fingers turn white, still unable to make himself touch you with his disgusting hands. You let go of his cock, and he chokes out a moan, head hitting the jars on his back when you take all of him into your mouth, deep down your throat that your nose touches his stomach and you twitch and gag on his head. A sharp pain tears through his knee when his hips buck up in reflex, thrusting his dick further despite already hitting the back of your throat. You pull back with a loud gasp and an admonishing laugh that makes him sigh out another cuss. Levi watches you caressing his thighs. You’re staring back at him, tongue stuck out and pressed against the frenulum of his cock, your hands momentarily sliding up his pelvis and under the fabric of his shirt while his cock disappears into your mouth once more.
“Fuck—” he utters weakly, body shuddering as his cockhead hits the back of your throat.
He can’t believe he’s once again allowed himself to be this pathetic disabled man so easily reduced to a whimpering mess by a girl fifteen years younger than him. How can he let you do this? And in his tea shop, for that matter! How can he disgrace you and his little tea shop?!
How the heck are you so good? How the heck do you look so fucking good with your mouth around his cock?
“Fuck,” he sighs, thighs shaking, the coils in his belly starting to tighten. Your fingers wrap around his girth once more, stroking him while you kiss down his length, earning a twitch from his cock and a stream of pre-cum leaking from the slit. “I think I’m—”
“Please, Captain,” you cut him off, smiling prettily. Knowingly. He loves it when you call him that, you can tell. Even when he says he’s not that person anymore.
“Shit!” His toes curl in his shoes.
You grab at his hips, bracing yourself as you take him back into your mouth. He cries out a moan, and when his head hits your uvula and your throat tightens around him from another gag, the coil in his stomach finally snaps. His body shudders as a huge wave of pleasure takes over. You pull back slightly, fingers immediately wrapping around the base, stroking him hard and fast while you suck the cum right out his twitching cock. Suck harder and his soul might also leave his body. Levi bucks his hips once, twice, and stops when the pain in his knee becomes too much. He lets out a whimper, though he’s unsure if it’s because of the pain, or the pleasure, or the desperation to fill your throat until you’re choking on his cum. You giggle around him, eventually pulling away once he’s finished. Levi lets out a breathy sigh, tired yet very satisfied, as he watches the movement in your throat when you swallow.
Smiling, you wipe the corner of your mouth for a little show. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he answers, breathless. “Are you?”
You nod. “Felt good?”
“Yes.” No doubt about that.
You stand up. He straightens up in his seat when you begin to unzip your pants.
“Brat,” he utters, alarmed. He knows where this is going. You’re going to ride him next, and it wouldn’t even take him five minutes before he’s cumming again.
With the boots you’re wearing, you struggle a little to step out of your pants and underwear. It’s one of the things he likes about you: the not-so-fancy clothes or dresses (not that he’s going to ever say that out loud—at least, not yet).
“What?” you chuckle. “A good soldier should be rewarded, right?”
“Yes, but—” The words die in his throat when you sit on his lap. His hands immediately find your waist, keeping you still.
You lightly poke his nose before draping your arms over his shoulders. “Never had a girl go head over heels for you when you were younger?” A rhetorical question, one you always ask when you’re doing this with him. You know he would’ve had a line of women vying for his attention. You’re sure he was famous not just because he was Captain of a squad. Even until now, despite the broken eye and the scar on his face, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes upon.
But Levi sighs, quietly as if he doesn’t want you hearing it. There’s a sad smile on his face, almost regretful, that you would’ve missed if you aren’t looking closely.
“I didn’t know,” he says, thumbs lightly brushing your hips. “With the threat of titans and all the fighting to survive, I didn’t have time for such things.”
Your shoulders drop. Levi lost half of his life battling monsters because of your people. Because of you. You begin to wonder how he could keep you with him at the shop. By his side. You can’t understand how he could still look at you so gently like you weren’t someone who killed his people during the war.
A gentle squeeze on your hips pulls you back to reality.
“You’re in there again,” he murmurs knowingly.
You shrug it off, then respond with a coy smile, “well, now you’ve got all the time in the world.” He only hums, and you take that as a positive response and begin rolling your hips, rubbing your wetness against his cock. “And we’ll make every second of it count.”
His hands trail up, staying at your waist. “I’m too old for you.”
You pause just to click your tongue at him, as if scolding a child. “Only I get to say that.”
“It’s true though,” he insists.
Pressing your foreheads together, you resume rolling your hips into his. “Fifteen years isn’t a lot.” You place a chaste kiss on his lips.
“You do know how much fifteen years is, don’t you?” he chuckles.
A loud knock from the main door startles the two of you. Levi glances at his wristwatch.
“They aren’t supposed to be back in another hour!” you cry out, pulling yourself away from him. “Ugh!”
Gabi’s shouting outside, calling your name and Levi’s. You quickly put back your underwear and pants on, glancing at Levi as he pushes himself up from the chair. You hurry over to help him pull his pants up to his waist.
“Go. Tell them we’re stocking up the shelves.”
You look over at the boxes of tea, none of which are open.
“Five minutes.” You close the door behind you.
Levi straightens his clothes and starts unboxing, get things moving even a little bit. Outside the stockroom, he hears you asking the trio how their days went, making small talks. You discuss your plan for dinner, a little belated celebration for Falco’s birthday. It doesn’t take long before Gabi’s asking about Levi while walking towards the stockroom.
“Hey, old man,” she calls over to the man in question, who has just opened the second box. “Let’s get going! It’s the weekend!”
“It’s only Friday,” he answers.
“Friday night,” she points out.
Levi glances at his watch. “Ten minutes to four.”
“Come on, Grandpa,” Gabi chuckles, rolling her eyes. “You need to relax sometimes!”
Huh. He does need to relax after what you’ve done to him. He could still feel his heart hammering in his chest after his last orgasm!
“I’ll just finish this second box,” he answers with a sigh.
“Falco’s gonna help with the rest of the boxes!” Gabi volunteers, turning to the boy in question. “Right, Falco?”
“Of course,” he answers in a “do-I-get-a-choice” sigh.
Thirty minutes later, your group heads out to a steakhouse downtown, where you wait for another half hour before a table big enough to accommodate your group is cleared. You each get a steak meal, fruit juices for the kids, and a bottle of wine for yourself, Levi, and Onyankopon. A simple celebration. Quiet, but a happy one. Gabi recounts memories when she and Falco were still with the Warriors, birthdays they celebrated with Udo and Zofia. There is bitterness in her voice even though she’s smiling through her stories. You hate reminiscing. There’s nothing nice to remember when you were still in the military, not when the only friend you had died in battle. It was your fault after all. He may still be alive if only you didn’t run away. He may still be alive if you took him with you when you ran away.
You have been selfish. You still are, choosing to show up before Levi everyday despite knowing you were once with the people who made their lives a living hell.
“So, tell us what you’re grateful for, Falco!” Gabi’s voice pulls you out of your thought bubble.
You glance in Levi’s way, realizing he’s watching. He must’ve noticed you zoning out, knows what thoughts are in your head. You look away, pretending to stir your wine.
Falco’s reluctant for a moment. “Well… I am grateful that we are all here and that you remembered my… my birthday,” his voice cracks, tears clouding his vision. “It’s been a while since we’ve celebrated this peacefully.”
“Aww, you’re such a cry-baby!” Gabi teases. “What else?”
“That’s it,” he sniffles.
“That’s it?!” She complains.
“A-huh. Your turn.”
“What? It isn’t my birthday!”
“It isn’t, but the birthday celebrant wants to hear what you all have to say too,” Falco says with a chuckle, looking at each of you across the table.
Gabi smacks her forehead, earning a laugh from Onyankopon, who volunteers to go next. He says he’s grateful for the food and that he got a job to keep himself from starving and to keep a roof over his head. Then, he passes the spotlight to you.
You know what to say but somehow, the words won’t come out. You don’t want to ruin the mood, but besides the fact that you get to do whatever you’re doing with Levi—which, you obviously can’t disclose to anyone around the table—the only other thing you are grateful for is that…
“...I ran away,” you say, almost inaudible. Then, you look up, meeting Levi’s eyes, and in a louder voice you continue, “if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you all. What I did was a disgrace, but I’m glad I did it.” You swallow, remembering your late friend. “Somehow,” you added shakily, unsure suddenly, shame immediately eating up your insides.
“You still fought,” Falco points out. “And you kept us safe. Remember?”
“Mhm!” Gabi agrees eagerly. “You looked after our families!”
You nod, although weakly, as if you aren’t convinced yourself.
“None of you kids should’ve been there,” Onyankopon adds.
There’s a bitter smile on your lips when you turn to him. “I’m no kid. I’m twenty-five.” But you understand him. You were nineteen when you were conscripted. No one at that age should’ve experienced being in the frontlines of war.
“You did what you had to do to live,” says Gabi. “We all did.”
You shrug, turning back to Levi. “Not so good a soldier, am I?”
He doesn’t answer. You know he thinks otherwise. He always tells you what you did isn’t wrong. That you should’ve had a choice back then.
He holds your gaze for a moment, and knowing it’s his turn without you having to voice it out, he says, “I’m grateful that we are all here celebrating.”
“Come on, you can do better than that,” Gabi protests.
Levi looks at her, unbothered. “Your turn.”
Gabi purses her lips. And then, she sighs and smiles softly. “We made it out alive.”
“That’s it?” Falco counters.
“That’s it!” She raises her glass of juice. “Cheers to us!”
That’s something you all easily agree with. Glasses raise and clinks together for a toast to what’s ahead and to the birthday celebrant.
They’re right. What matters is you being here. You are alive. What’s done is done, and you only did what you had to do to stay alive. You will forever bear the guilt of running away, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy anymore.
The day ends sooner than you would’ve wanted. You and Levi part ways from Onyankopon, Gabi, and Falco, whose houses are in the opposite direction. You pull your coat tighter around yourself, closing the space between you and Levi after looking behind you to confirm the trio are out of eyeshot. You shove your hands into your pockets, kick at the thin sheet of snow that covers the ground, before latching onto Levi’s arm.
“So cold,” you chuckle.
“Take my scarf.”
You squeeze his arm. “I’m good. Thank you.”
The two of you walk in silence, side by side, until you finally reach your house.
Standing at your doorstep, you turn to face him with a shy smile. “It’d be nice to have someone to cuddle with on this cold night.”
“Just ask, brat,” he says with an eyeroll and a chuckle.
You open the door and take his hand. “You should come in.”
And he does, closing the door behind him. You kiss him slowly, your cold hands trailing up his chest and hooking over his shoulders. It’s so quiet all you hear is the sound of your lips against his, none of his breathing nor yours, for time seems to have stopped and with it your lungs from needing air. He is your oxygen, your blood. Everything you need. He gently wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Pulling away slightly, you smile at his pink cheeks and smoldering eyes.
“Stay for the night,” you hum, touching his cheek. Warm. They feel so nice against your fingers.
“We both had drinks.”
“Nothing will happen,” you promise.
You both know that’s a lie.
You take his hand and turn to face… the stairs. “Shit. I forgot.”
“I didn’t.” He squeezes your hand. Reassuring. “Go start heating water. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“I can still walk, brat,” he points out, no heat in his voice.
You let out a little cheer before placing a peck on his lips and then heading upstairs.
He steps out of his shoes, pushing them aside by the main door, which he makes sure is locked before following you upstairs. Levi tries not to be negatively affected by it, but it still takes him almost a minute to climb just an eight-step staircase. Forty six seconds, to be exact, for just eight steps. For fuck’s sake.
He’s not the kind of man you should be with.
When you come out of the bathroom, you’re humming to a song, dressed in just your plum sweater and underwear, walking into your room to get a pair of sleepwear for you and Levi. He takes a moment to catch his breath and lets the burning sensation in his knee subside. You always remind him to be patient with himself. Healing and recovering takes time, you always say, and you’ve always been patient with him even when he’s too much of a burden. You deserve better.
But he can’t leave you. Whatever it is he feels for you, he feels so intensely, he can’t bring himself to walk away.
“You good?”
He lets out a deep sigh. “Yeah.”
You hug the clothes and towels against your chest and take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You help him undress, unbuttoning his trench coat, taking his shirt off, then his slacks, underwear, and socks. He watches you fold them neatly on the counter before starting the shower, letting the water run for a few seconds until steam fills the bathroom and clouds the mirror. You help him step into the bath with you, enjoying a short moment of comfort under the hot water that pours over your heads and down your bodies. When it’s time to bathe, he leans back against the wall while you scratch his hair to wet it thoroughly. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to go: he likes how you take care of him. He likes this kind of affection.
It feels so nice he wants time to stop so he could be with you for as long as possible. You always make him feel that way.
Maybe it isn’t so bad to want to be cared for the rest of his life.
He places his good hand on your back, the one with complete fingers, letting it sit at the top of your bum. You take a step closer, right thigh between his thighs, so close that it rubs against his cock whenever you move. He keeps his eyes glued to yours. You stare back, a ghost of a smile curling your lips. You know what you’re doing to him, what each barely-there contact does, sending jolts up his belly, rousing his body from sleep. The first twitch comes when you scratch at his undercut, and he barely manages to suppress the moan that escapes his mouth.
“Don’t tease,” he groans, and you only laugh. A bit late for that, because by the time you’re done washing the soap from his body, his cock’s already up.
“You sure you don’t want to?” You ask with a lilt in your voice.
No. He swallows down the word and says, “let’s not waste water.”
You chuckle. “Okay, gramps. Your back, please.”
He turns around, hands pressed on the wall for support. He notices the holes.
“What are these for?”
“Oh…” you hesitate, but you know there’s no point in keeping it from him. “I was going to install handrails for you to hold onto at times like this.”
His lips part, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Why would you do that? Why would you go through such lengths for him?
You pull closer, pressing your body to his, arms wrapped around his body. “Don’t you like it?” You ask, thinking his silence must’ve meant he disliked the gesture.
“I— I do… I appreciate it,” he forces out. “But you didn’t have to.”
“Didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” You place a kiss at the nape of his neck. Your left hand inches up his left pectoral, while the other takes his cock and starts stroking it. “It’ll help especially when I do this.”
“Shit—” He murmurs your name.
“Hmm?” You twirl his nipple in your fingers, pulling at it to stiffen. “How about this? Do you like it?”
“Y–yeah…” So much that his knees almost give out when your fingers focus on the head of his cock, stroking deliberately in a circular motion.
“I knew you would,” you murmur with another chuckle, pressing your thumb against the frenulum and then dragging it up the slit, drawing out some precum. That also pulls out a whimper from him and causes his hips to jerk back, which, unfortunately, sends a sharp pain down his bad knee.
Levi says your name in warning. You pull back with an apology.
Fuck. Fuck! He should be the one apologizing.
He shifts his weight on his other leg, but the discomfort in his knee wouldn’t go away.
You grab the soap and start cleaning his back. “Sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You did not.” He turns his face to look you in the eyes.
That brings a smile to your lips as you continue to wash his back, all the way down to his legs and feet. He still can’t believe how you’re patient with him, how you make things so much easier for him without asking anything in return.
How did he get this lucky? Does he even deserve this? Does he deserve you?
When you’re done with his back, you ask him to face you once more so you could wash his front thoroughly. He turns without a word, then pulls you into a hug.
“Oh,” you chuckle, hugging him back. For a moment, it’s just the sound of the shower that can be heard until you look up at him to ask “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says, even when all he wants to say—to ask for—is that you never get tired of him. “Do you have the rails? Let’s install them tomorrow.”
You smile widely, and it steals his breath away.
When he’s all rinsed, he steps out of the shower to start drying himself with a towel. He watches you wash the shampoo off your hair, his heart swelling with emotions while thoughts race in his mind. He wishes he could do the same to you: wash your hair for you, scrub your body clean, fuck you under the shower, make you cum with his fingers, make you cum some more with his mouth (and his cock, if only his knees could handle his weight.)
He wants to be better for you, but he knows he can’t rush himself to heal. He does have to be patient with himself like you are with him.
“Did I forget anything?” you ask, realizing he’s still in the bathroom.
He shakes his head and starts getting dressed. “I’ll wait for you in bed.”
“Be there in a few minutes.”
Levi prepares the bed for the two of you—that’s the least he could do. And when you finally join him fifteen minutes later, he no longer stops you when you pull his trousers and briefs down and then lay on your stomach between his legs. He watches you closely as you kiss his still soft cock, nuzzling the head with your nose before taking him and stroking him with your mouth, so slowly until he’s hard as a rock and he comes. He doesn’t stop you when you mount him (he does choke out a ‘wait!’, but doesn’t get the chance to ask if you still have pills because you’re already taking him back inside you with your other set of lips). He doesn’t stop himself when he grabs your waist gently, a reminder that he’s got you should you get tired. He doesn’t stop you when you lean forward, pressing him down on the bed with your hands on his chest, as your hips move fast and your moans grow louder, more desperate, even louder, until you’re a twitching and whimpering mess on top of him.
And he doesn’t resist when he says he’s cumming and you tell him to do it inside you.
this fees like it's the first ever fic i've written 😩 hope you all enjoyed it! day2 fic should be ready in the next few days, fingers crossed
here are my (very) late entries to @levievent's LeviNSFW26 event. also posted on ao3. links will be uploaded as fics are posted.
updated: 7/25
main masterlist | divider by @uzmacchiato
⋆˙⟡ day 01: postwar + age difference — sorry, we're closed
levi didn't really need an assistant at the tea shop…
⋆˙⟡ day 02: royalty + voyeurism — can you keep a secret?
you meet levi on a blind date — one that you think went perfectly fine until he said he doesn't intend to see you again.
so, why is he with a dozen other men vying for your hand in marriage?
⋆˙⟡ day 04: bodyguard + pornstar — (un)professional
levi just scored his highest paying gig. the fact that you're the client is a bonus.
⋆˙⟡ day 05: fwb — off-duty
captain levi knows better than to mess with another squad captain, let alone a captain from the military police.
but you're the only one that helps when everything else doesn't.
⋆˙⟡ day 06: mythology — my galatea
so yeah, day 6 will not be written. at least, not in this event. sorry, folks! i'll still try to write it some day when i have enough mental capacity :c
