you’re called in to be the life drawing sitter for au university fine art professor!boba part 4/?
missed part 1 / part 2 / part 3?
this part is quite short but it’s only so i can try to post every day, rather than every other day / three days. i hope you understand <3
thank you for all the love and support I’ve gotten for this series and the other thots in general 🥺 and thank you for 400 followers ❤️❤️❤️
the wait between the first session and the second is agonising. if you’d thought that a week goes by slowly before, you were convinced the universe was making it go even slower, just to punish you.
every night was the same, too. you’d find some video to watch to get off to, fingers frantically between your legs as you tried to keep quiet so as not to wake your flatmate. recently, you’d found some roleplay professor with student videos and closed your eyes listening to the cheesy story, imagining it was boba teasing you and fucking you to within an inch of your life. the posing professors’ voice in those videos was no where near as sensual as boba’s though, and after every orgasm you felt increasingly pent up and disappointed.
late friday afternoon rolled around soon enough though, and you found yourself opening the door to boba’s office to get undressed and ready. fennec had told you boba would be arriving soon and not to worry about him. what you weren’t expecting, though, was the deep, gravelly timbre of his voice.
“hello again, sweetheart.”
your eyes widen and your head darts up to stare at him, a deer caught in headlights. he’s sat, filling out his chair much fuller than you, with the first five or so buttons of his shirt undone. he started to do them up then, throwing his tie around his shoulders to put on later. you gulped as the golden expanses of his skin were slowly being hidden from your greedy eyes, and you found yourself wondering what he tasted like.
god, you really needed to get laid.
“sorry i- i didn’t mean- fennec said to-“ you sputter, embarrassed with yourself for not knocking and just assuming you could barge in and interrupt him.
he shushes you, chuckling at your flustered outbursts.
“not to worry.” he stands from his chair then, the same chair you’d gotten off on, you remind yourself, and your eyes are helplessly drawn to the belt that lies undone just above his hips.
fuck- why is he-
he glances up at you, sultry beneath his lashes and holds your gaze as he slowly loops the belt and tightens it, making a show of pulling it taut just so, and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together just a little, wondering if he’s prone to using his belt for.. other things...
within a few heartbeats boba’s stalked toward and in front of you, no more than a step away. you press your thighs together again on instinct and you’re praying he doesn’t notice.
you manage to hold his gaze for a moment or two before you physically can’t anymore. your cheeks are hot from the attention and your eyes drift down his body, helpless to the way they’re drawn to the distinct print of his cock through the tight fabric of his suit trousers. you try to contain the way your eyes widen and the way your mouth falls opens slightly of its own accord. your hands are frozen by your side, unable to move, but you wish you could will them to touch him. to feel him beneath your fingertips.
boba grips your chin tight with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up to look him in the eye. with wide eyes, you can’t help but comply to his silent demands. his demand for you to submit to him.
“see something you like, girl?” his breath is fanning your face, the smell and heat of him trapping you between his body and the door.
you’re speechless, unable to tear your eyes away, the way his head is tilted down to you almost condescending and you’re embarrassed at how intense the ache in your cunt has grown.
your brain is all but a pile of mush by now, your head spinning and your breathing heavy, and if that wasn’t enough, he leans down closer to you, your lips mere inches apart.
your eyes flutter closed subconsciously, leaning toward him slightly, dreamily, waiting for him to kiss you.
“get undressed,” he whispers, voice rough against the shell of your ear, your eyes snapping open as he releases your jaw and steps away.
Levi, who always has a frown on his face, is the most relaxed when he's asleep. However, even then, sometimes he still frowns in his sleep, because he's always thinking about work and other matters. You turn around in bed and sees the creases on his forehead, and you use your fingers to gently smoothen out his frown.
Just then, his eyes briefly open, wondering who's disturbing him even in his sleep. He realises it's you, and lets out a hum of relief.
"Go to sleep," Levi mutters, and pulls you closer in his embrace. He closes his eyes once more, and you notice that he falls asleep with a slight smile on his face.
