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The sun had already set as your carriage rolled to a stop in front of the Survey Corps’ headquarters. Horseback was your usual mode of transport, but your potential employer had insisted on sending a carriage to collect you. His letter had come as a surprise only a few days ago. After all, you had never heard that the Captain of the Survey Corps ever personally contacted candidates to fill job positions, nor provided transportation. And since you were in desperate need of a change in pace and planned on achieving that goal no matter what it took, you sent back a letter agreeing to the meeting.
You didn’t linger on the logistics of it though, as you were far more interested in the man himself. You had heard about him through word of mouth a few years prior, and only now did you have the chance to finally meet him. The Captain was said to be humanity’s strongest soldier, abrasive, and unwelcoming, though you also heard how devastatingly handsome he was, how he had a voice that evoked desire even within married women, and how disinterested he was in anything that didn’t involve his duties as a Scout. Despite this, you hoped he wouldn’t be adverse to a favor in exchange for employment. All you had to do was follow your carefully thought out plan and you had the job in the bag.
After you stepped out of the carriage and onto the stone pathway, you smoothed your hands over the beige trench coat that was wrapped snugly around your body. Beneath it, you wore a handsewn lavender dress–one that wouldn’t be found in the markets as it was far too short to be proper, one you made specifically for this encounter. Along with the dress were white stockings with a lace hem tied in place with smooth ribbon garters, and on your feet, a pair of white pumps. All other underthings had been neglected. You wouldn’t need them.
You ascended the few steps to the entrance of the building and pushed through the door and into the lobby. A young man sitting at a desk in the very center of the room rose from his chair and greeted you.
“The Captain has been expecting you,” he said hurriedly while glancing at the stairs. “It’s already half past six.”
“The carriage he sent was late,” you replied, wondering if the boy had been hassled by his superior due to your unexpected tardiness. It seemed as such. “I’ll be on my way up.”
The boy nodded quickly and said, “Yes, of course.”
You leisurely made your way to one of the two sets of stairs on either side of the room while looking at the letter in your hand. North side, third floor, last door on the left. On the third floor landing, you paused and placed a hand over your chest. The thumping of your heart was erratic, and you weren’t quite sure if it was because of the dozens of steps or since you were about to meet the very man you had fantasized about for days on end.
Turning north, you encountered a long hallway with doors on either side, and as you passed by each one, you noticed all of them had a placard. The names of the Survey Corps members who had been afforded an office for their work. At the end of the hall, you did indeed find the office you were looking for.
Levi Ackerman, Captain of the SOS.
The placard made a lump rise in your throat and you fought against it, telling yourself that if you just played your cards right, the job would be yours by the end of the day. Confidence was key, though even as you reinforced the mantra by muttering it under your breath, you scarcely believed it would hold up once you were in front of the man.
After bracing yourself, you raised your hand and knocked on the door. There was shuffling on the other side followed by light footsteps, then the door swung open and you finally saw him. He was devastatingly handsome: sleek, black suit, icy grey eyes, dark strands of hair that fell over his forehead, and while he had a seemingly uninterested expression, you swore that a flash of gratification broke through his stony exterior. And when he greeted you, you thought you might faint. His voice was low, calculated, and smooth, weaving itself into your stomach and stirring a deep ache within.
“Good evening,” the Captain said, stepping aside to allow you entry into his office. “If memory serves me, I believe we agreed to meet at six.”
“The carriage was late, sir.” You accepted the invitation and moved past him, noticing that ardor was already hot and heavy in the air, filling your senses and consuming your mind. With every bit of your willpower, you took a deep breath to compose yourself.
As you steadied yourself, you glanced around his office and noticed it was completely spotless. The books were in uniform stacks or lined neatly on shelves, all surfaces free of dirt and debris, even the curtains looked to be freshly ironed and were drawn to cover the windows behind a large mahogany desk in the center of the room.
“I will speak to the driver before you leave,” he said as you faced him. He closed the door and fumbled with the handle for a moment before turning towards you.
You offered your hand in greeting, hoping that physical touch might bolster your chances of seducing him, but instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his lips and brushed a kiss across your knuckles.
The heat of his breath tickled your hand and caused your stomach to lurch with yearning. His eyes once again connected with yours as he righted himself and your heart stuttered in your chest.
“And please, call me Levi.”
“Levi,” you whispered, enjoying the blip of excitement from saying his name.
He stood still for a long moment, his eyes captivating you, staring into your soul as if you were his prey. He had that look, one that would have struck fear in you, but this time, the danger only amplified the ache at the top of your thighs. He released you from the trance then and crossed to his desk, settling into his chair and taking up a pen. He tapped it on a pad of paper three times before pointing it as one of the two armchairs in front of his desk.
“Take a seat and we can begin.” He leered at you through strands of dark hair. “And lose the coat.”
Without looking away from him, you rounded the armchair and set your clutch bag on the table beside it, and worked on the buttons that held the coat in place. It was fortunate that he had asked you to remove the coat as you hardly believed you would have had the courage to do so without prompting. Your fingers trembled as you popped button after button and when the last one gave way, the coat fell open to reveal your impropriety. The coat pooled onto the floor when you shrugged it off, revealing the off-shoulder neckline that dipped between your breasts and your scandalously stockinged thighs. His gaze dropped from your face to your breasts, and you took advantage of his distractedness and turned your bottom towards him and bent at the waist, picking up your coat and slowly rising to place the garment neatly over the back of the armchair.
You carefully spun back around and sunk into the cushion, crossing your knees and flicking your hair over your shoulder before folding your hands atop your bare thighs.
“Thank you for your time, Levi,” you said, savoring the slight redness that speckled his face. “You have a lovely office. You must take pride in the cleanliness of your space.”
The corner of Levi’s mouth twitched and he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk and covering his mouth with one hand while his other used the pen to scribble on the notepad. His eyes flickered towards you several times as he worked on the paper and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was writing. Had you already messed everything up? Was he making note of you tardiness?
After a few tortuous minutes, Levi set his pen down and clasped his hands atop the desk.
“Let’s be on with the questions. I don’t want to keep you longer than necessary.”
“Yes, of course. I’m ready when you are,” you murmured.
“Before I waste my time, let’s get something straight. What I’m looking for is someone to keep this entire place spotless. I’m tired of idiots not understanding what I mean when I say spotless. Your work will be checked every day, and if the cleanliness isn’t up to my standards, I expect you to try again. Is that clear?”
You nodded. “I have plenty of experience as a housemaid and cleaning commercial buildings like this. No one has ever complained about my services.”
“Where do you work now?”
“At the palace, though a personal reason has made me want to search for a smaller place of employment to have more time at home.”
“Personal reason?”
Your throat ran dry and you looked at your hands which were tugging at the bottom hem of your dress. “Yes, I plan on starting a family soon. I hope that won’t affect my chances here. I’m anticipating a few months out at least, for the…”
Levi raised one of his hands and you sighed quietly in relief. “That is not an issue. If I offer you the position, I will let the Commander know of any changes as they come. We aren’t complete monsters here. There are benefits for those who need them.”
“Thank you, Levi.” The tremble of your hands settled and you drew a deep breath through your nose before looking at him again.
As soon as you did, his eyes quickly flicked up to your own, as if he had been watching your hands, or…
A heat took over the nerves tingling within you and you adjusted in your seat, angling your chest closer to him. “I’m ready to continue.”
“Very well,” Levi said, his eyes dropping to his notepad, though you did notice how they lingered on your breasts for a second longer than appropriate. He cleared his throat and continued with, “What is your availability? I’m hoping you will be of use to me at all hours of the day. This can be a live-in position if you wish, but you will be given the proper time to yourself daily and on weekends.”
You falsified contemplation, albeit unnecessary, as it was the simplest of questions. Of course you would be available to him whenever he needed you, but you didn’t want to answer his stupid questions. Since catching him enraptured by your breasts, your desire for him had grown to its peak and you doubted your ability to withhold any longer.
With as much brazen abandon as you could muster, you uncrossed your legs and spread them–only slightly–before crossing them on the opposite side. As you did so, his eyes roved down your body and you were certain he had seen that you weren't wearing underwear.
Levi’s jaw clenched and he tugged at his cravat while his other hand fell to his lap. He shifted in his chair and when you glanced down, you saw that he was adjusting his cock. Your attempt at seduction was working.
“That doesn’t answer the question,” Levi scolded, returning his gaze to your face. “What is your availability?”
“Whenever you need me, Captain,” you said, doing your best to sound enticing.
The corner of his mouth twitched again and he gave a cursory look at the paper, the apple of his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“Very good. Onto the next question.” He stared at you, his eyes shadowed by his hair, and he was clearly contemplating something. You wondered if he was debating on kicking you out of his office for such lewd behavior, but your worries were quickly resolved.
Levi dropped his pen and sat up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you think it’s appropriate to forgo undergarments in a professional setting?”
You looked at your lap and sunk your canine into the plush of your bottom lip, and chewed for a few seconds before asking, “What would you say if I answered with a ‘yes’?”
“Say?” he emulated, unmoving and stoic despite the clear tension in the room. “It’s a matter of what I would do.”
“And what is it that you would do?”
“Just so we’re on the same page, you disregarded my instructions on proper attire for this meeting and are now in my office flaunting the fact that you sat your bare cunt on my furniture, and you ask what I would do to you? What exactly were you expecting from this meeting?”
You captured your lip again and nibbled even harder, a coppery taste spreading onto your tongue. “I am seeking employment, sir.”
Had you screwed everything up? Why were you so scared to look up at him?
He stared at you. You knew he was staring at you. His eyes bored into you. And you couldn’t help it. You chanced a peek at him to find you were right, but thankfully he wasn’t angry. Instead, there was an unmistakable glint of desire in his eyes.
“Of course you are. Shall we move on?” he muttered.
“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to launch over his desk and beg him to fuck you.
Levi didn’t move, though his jaw clenched as he roved over every inch of your body, landing on your thighs. He once again tugged at his cravat.
“It would be counterproductive of me to not question your motives, so let’s be transparent with each other. Deal?”
A pit formed in your stomach and was nearly as overwhelming as the incessant need to be taken by Levi. Even with you taunting him, feigning an accident in order to entice him, seeing the need for him to adjust his cock afterwards–a clear sign that he wanted you–you were still so scared he would toss you out and blacklist you from working anywhere else.
Levi rose from his seat, shrugging off his overcoat and folding it neatly on his chair, then he moved in front of his desk. He faced you and leaned on the surface and recrossed his arms.
You dared a glance downwards and, through the dark fabric of his trousers, was the outline of his cock. To say it wasn’t intimidating would be a lie as it was clearly not small or even average for any man. You clenched your thighs together in an attempt to ease some of the pain, but it didn’t work. Something else was needed to diminish it.
A roseate blush enveloped your cheeks when you noticed he was leering at you again and you quickly looked away, rubbing your arm and biting your lip. Levi closed the distance between him and the chair and placed a single finger under your chin, tilting your face up to his, and he entranced you by dragging the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, the tender, bitten skin soothed by the touch. He looked at you expectantly and you realized he was waiting for your response.
Fuck, what did he even ask? You couldn’t remember. It was like he had wiped your memory.
“Can you repeat the question?” you asked, shuddering as your mouth moved against his thumb.
“Do you often forget a question after it’s asked?”
“No, I just…I’m a bit distracted right now.”
Levi grasped the underside of your jaw and held your in place, his grip firm yet gentle. “I asked for transparency. It seems your intentions are more than you’re letting on. I’ll ask you a question and you answer honestly. Understood?”
“Yes,” was all you could manage as you could hardly think.
His eyes widened slightly as soon as you responded, and he released your jaw to cup your cheek. “Would you allow me to fuck you for the employment you seek?”
Your breath caught in your throat and the agonizing pain in your lower belly escalated to an unbearable point. The smolder burned to the tips of your fingers and toes, alighting every nerve within you. Your skin tingled at the thought of him running his fingers along your neck…shoulders…breasts…it was exactly what you wanted and he was the one to ask for it.
You nodded.
Again, he seemed emotionless, as if fucking his potential employees was a usual thing for him, and just the thought of that possibility made your lungs burn with jealousy.
Levi slowly knelt in front of you, his hands resting on the outer sides of your bare thighs, the contact making your breath quicken and warmth rise to your neck and cheeks, and you prayed that he might move further up. Your head fell back and your eyes lulled closed when his fingers dug into your skin. The pain went directly to your center and, fuck, you could feel the gush of arousal between your thighs, the warmth seeping from your cunt. You wanted bruises, wanted him to hurt you, wanted…
No!
His touch was gone, and your head snapped forward, eyes shooting open. Levi was deliberately rolling the sleeves of his white shirt all the way up to his elbows. He was taking his time, as if he was purposely teasing you, though his gaze was cast downwards.
“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his eyes briefly meeting your own before he lowered them again.
You heeded his request, scooting downwards until you were able to hook each calf over the sides of the armchair. Bared to the man just mere inches away, you shuddered, imagining what he would do to you in such a compromising position.
“Touch yourself.” The command was just as unrelenting as the last and you couldn’t help but obey him.
You trailed a hand down your chest, skimming over your breasts and down past your navel, further still until the tips of your fingers connected with your sex. A choked gasp escaped you when you found just how wet you were and you squeezed your eyes shut, breathing deeply while attempting to keep control of yourself.
“Oh, God,” you groaned, sliding your fingers up and down your slit.
“Tell me how wet you are. I need to know if it will be enough for supper.”
The comment made your eyes widen suddenly and you were met with Levi now standing in front of you, both hands working on his belt buckle. His cravat was discarded on the floor at his feet. As soon as the buckle was unlatched, he popped the button for his trousers and pushed them down past his hips, freeing his cock. The appendage was long and thick and menacing, a fleshy color that became a reddish purple at the tip, and you could have sworn it was throbbing. It was ready for you. Being so close to his cock was fever inducing, and you had to pause for a moment to calm your racing heart. The crushing impulse to throw yourself at him returned and coursed through you for the thousandth time, prompting the need to grip the armrest to keep from doing just that. Patience. You had to be patient…
He must have confused the awe plastered on your face with terror as he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”
You shook your head. “I’m not worried about that. I can take you.”
Levi’s throat bobbed again and he took his cock in hand, letting his eyes fall to the aperture of your thighs, and began stroking himself to the pace of your fingers.
“You never answered my question. How wet are you?”
You sucked in a harsh breath and dipped two fingers into your channel, swirling them around, imagining his cock was surging within you. All you could do was nod and wet your lips, so distracted that you hardly noticed him chuckle.
“Give me your hand,” Levi said, cock falling against his trousers as he released it.
Refusing to relinquish yourself from the sight of his cock, you kept your eyes trained on the thing and blindly lifted your hand from the armrest, hoping that he would simply take it and do whatever he needed it for. Another chuckle, this one louder than the last, made you freeze, your fingers still buried deep, and you looked at Levi’s face.
“Your other hand.” He gestured to the one between your legs.
“Oh,” you said softly, flushing crimson at your stupidity as you removed your fingers from your channel and offered him the hand.
Levi grasped it and massaged his thumb over the back of it as he drew it up to his lips. Before you could ask what he was doing, he stuck your wetted fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and groaning deeply.
A shiver raced up your spine and you exhaled shakily, praying that you would have enough strength to keep your urges at bay. Patience.
Levi removed your fingers from his mouth. “That wasn’t enough,” he said mournfully. “I’ll check.” He dropped your wrist, letting the hand fall to your lap while he crouched down. He gently wedged two fingers into your pussy, making your walls clench and tremble around him, though he quickly withdrew after swiping up enough of your arousal. He stood straight up and brought the two fingers close to his face, then spread them apart, mimicking a scissoring motion. The slick of your fluids connected between his two fingers and he hummed in thought.
“Not quite there yet,” was all he said before he licked the fingers clean and took up his cock once again. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
You wet your lips and unhooked your legs from the armrests, leaning forward as he angled his hips towards your face, eager to take his cock into your mouth and bring him to ecstasy. You sighed at the thought of tasting the beading fluid weeping from the tip and onto your bare thighs. And, unable to help yourself, you trailed your forefingers along your thighs, gathering up his seed, and very slowly, enveloped the digits–one at a time–with your lips. Levi’s eyes darkened when you opened your mouth and dragged an index finger down the flat of your tongue, licking it clean and moaning obscenely.
He groaned your name, and the first time hearing it fall from his lips made your heart beat out of your chest. He steadied himself with a hand on your shoulder. “If you were so impatient to taste me, you could have asked.”
“Can I suck your cock, Captain?”
The way he stared down at you stoked the fast-growing flames and was enough to confirm his answer. You brought your hand up slowly and wrapped it around his heated flesh, and you gasped at just how hard it was. You stroked him up and down, mesmerized by the way his skin sheathed the tip again and again, and how every time the skin rolled back, more fluid appeared. Using your thumb, you slicked it down his length, relishing in the way his mouth slightly fell agape as his half-lidded eyes stared down at you.
“Fuck,” he gritted, hauling you closer. “Open your damn mouth.”
Without hesitation, you dropped your jaw, waiting anxiously to take a cock of his size. It was the largest you had ever seen, but you were certain it would be no problem for you. The thought of the moment when he would finally bend you over his desk and fill you with his girth made your cunt throb and you whimpered, shifting in your seat to ease some of the pain.
“Hands on my thighs,” he ordered, and as soon as you obeyed, he pressed the tip to your bottom lip. “Wider.”
You opened your mouth as wide as you could and sucked in a heavy breath as he slid his cock into your mouth, pressing as far as he dared. It was divine, the stretch of your lips was perfect, as if he was specifically made to fit into your mouth. Without warning, he thrust deeper, causing you to gag on him and when he tried to withdraw, you followed him, not wanting to stop.
Levi paused and gazed down at you as if baffled. “Do you have experience taking large cocks?”
In reply, you closed you eyes and opened them again. Yes. While it wasn’t completely truthful, you knew he had no way of knowing.
“That makes this easier for both of us then,” he breathed as he stroked your cheek with his fingertips, sending a gentle fluttering through your stomach. “Relax your throat for me.”
Again, you closed and opened your eyes, and did as he said, allowing the muscles of your throat to go slack. His thumb traced your jaw all the way past your ear where he curled his fist into your hair, bringing some strands taut which caused you to wince, but you needed it–needed the pain. Keeping your head steady, he pushed his hips forward and sank down your throat, his groan lascivious. God, he tasted wonderful and was silk on your tongue. The salty tinge of sweat from his day of work coated your tastebuds and you swiped your tongue along the underside of his length, hopeful for more.
“You look so fucking beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he grunted, thrusting faster and knotting his fist tighter while the fingers of his other hand dug into your shoulder. He pounded against the back of your throat and you whined, sucking harder and wishing you could beg him for more.
You sputtered and gasped around his girth as he mercilessly chased his own pleasure, and while you didn’t mind the way he handled you, you had expected to be the one to bring him to release, not just be used for it. So, with your right hand, you tapped his thigh twice, an indication that you wanted control and just as soon as you had requested it, he gave it to you.
Breaking away gasping, you took Levi’s cock in your left hand, keeping your right one on his thigh in case you needed it again. Leaning in, you trailed your tongue from the base to tip a few times before taking him into your mouth again. This time, you sucked only part of him and stroked the rest of his length with your hand.
Levi released your hair and leaned on your shoulders, holding himself up as he shook and shivered under your touch.
“I know you can take more than that,” he said apathetically. He pressed his hips forward, shoving more of himself down your throat, then his eyes flickered to your hand.
“Tch. How pathetic. You could have done better to hide this.”
Your heart fell to the pit of your stomach. You had forgotten to remove your wedding band, but before you could pull away to say something, Levi chuckled.
“And here you are, with me.”
You continued stroking his cock, not caring if he thought of you as lewd. You knew you were too far into your escapades to stop just because you were married, or at least you hoped. What if he couldn’t go on? What if he didn’t want you anymore? You couldn’t let him reject you, so in an effort to urge him against it, you eased his whole cock down your throat.
Levi hissed as your nose settled into the dark curls at the base of his cock. It was even deeper than he dared to press and tears sprang to your eyes and fell down your cheeks from the searing stretch. You breathed carefully through your nose, taking in his heady musk and savoring in how fucking good it smelled. Your eyes locked with his. There was hardly a difference from the last time you looked at him, but there was something else, something dangerous and it was equal parts arousing and terrifying, and as more tears streamed down your cheeks, it became abundantly clear that was the cause. He liked seeing what he did to you–enjoyed the budding tears caused by his cock.
“I do this to you, not him,” he gritted through his teeth as one of his thumbs brushed beneath your eyeball, gathering up the tears. He took the droplets and stuck them into his mouth, savoring it, and when he was done, he placed his hand back on your cheek and sighed.
Oddly enough, the sight of him relishing in your tears brought on a newfound passion, and after only a few seconds of holding yourself still while taking practiced breaths to keep from fainting, you swallowed vigorously again and again, massaging his cock with your throat muscles. It was painful, but you couldn’t stop. His grunts and groans inspired your every movement; you wanted to please him, wanted to be enough for him. Why you felt the way you did was a mystery, as he was only a man who invited you to an interview. Nothing more.
“Is he at home waiting for you? Does he know that you’re here swallowing my cock like a filthy whore–that the Captain of the Survey Corps has you whining for him like a bitch in heat?” Levi husked, his palms twitching against your shoulders–a tell-tale sign that he was very close.
You didn’t reply, not wanting to pause your ministrations for even a moment. Instead, you flexed your throat faster, hollowing your cheeks again and again as the head of his cock roughly rubbed a place in your throat that was never meant to be touched. The wet, sucking sounds filling the office brought on even more pain between your thighs and you whined and clamped them together even tighter. Your movements stuttered only slightly as bucked into your mouth, gripping the back of your head and locking you in place.
“I–oh, shit,” he grunted, his chest heaving as he shakily panted.
After only two more deep draws of your mouth, he pulled his cock free and continued to stroke himself, and you noticed the glint of a ring on his hand as well, the band the same color as your own. He had a wife at home, no doubt waiting for him to return home and unaware another woman was about to swallow his come. He placed the tip of his cock on your bottom lip and pumped roughly until finally, his hips lurched forward and he groaned deeply. Hot spurts of his seed rushed into your mouth, coating your tongue. The warm pungent taste nearly made your eyes roll back, and you did your best not to swallow, not yet. He surveyed you for a few seconds as he languidly blinked, and you were certain whatever he saw was a feral woman at his feet: saliva dripped from your chin and onto the tops of your breasts, dried tears streaked your cheeks, your red and swollen mouth was agape and filled with his seed, thighs slick with sin.
“Such a good girl,” Levi praised, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face in his hands. He was trembling though his breath had evened out just a bit, but he was completely composed, always composed. “Show me.”
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, showing him the thick come that he pumped into you. He muttered a curse and suddenly, his mouth was on yours, his tongue delving past your lips and taking your reward. You wanted to pull away and complain that he was stealing from you, but then the kiss softened and one of his hands moved down to your lower back while the other rested on your nape. The small change made your heart flutter and you clutched onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. His partially softened cock brushed against your wet thigh and you gasped into each other’s mouths.
Levi broke away and pressed his forehead to yours, squeezing his eyes shut while carefully placing your calves back over the armrests. He forced you to fall against the chair and placed another kiss on your lips while looping his hands beneath your thighs to ruck your bottom closer to the edge of the chair. A shock jolted through you as a single one of his digits drew up your slit and circled your clit a few times.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he muttered against the corner of your mouth. “Keep your legs open.”
You nodded and Levi’s lips smoothed down your jaw and column of your neck, the ghost of them lingering like flames down your front until they reached the bones of your hips. His eyes commanded you as his tongue trailed along each curve, never once releasing you even as he gripped the bottom of one of your thighs and opened you wider.
“So glad you wore these today.” He snapped the hem of one of your stockings and you winced at the pain, but he quickly pressed a kiss to the spot. “I can’t wait to have these legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck you.”
Levi splayed his other hand over the bottom of your opposite thigh and his thumbs found your heat and he glided the digits down the slippery flesh and parted your folds. His hot breath washed over your pussy and you keened, shoving your hands into his hair. His tongue teased just beyond your center, each taunting lick at the crease of your thigh or labia sending an assault of shock waves to the tips of your fingers and toes.
And finally, fucking finally, he dragged his tongue in a single languid stripe up the length of your sex, culminating in his lips closing over your clit. He took it between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it several times as you sobbed out a soft cry. Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him closer. A hum vibrated against your sex and Levi jammed his tongue into your cunt, swirling it around several times, ravishing you with a desperation that made you clench around him. He greedily lapped at your arousal, drinking it down with depraved sinful groans.
“Don’t…stop…” you breathed between gasps. Fuck, you were already so close.
His tongue began lathing over your clit again and he suckled heartily when a whining moan wracked your body.
Oh God…
You had been so distracted by his tongue that you hadn’t noticed two of his fingers pressing into you. The two curled upwards once settled in deep and your vision went white and the only thing you could hear was your heavy breathing and the thumping of your heart. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed him pounding into you mercilessly and the pain from taking a cock of that size.
“Please, Levi,” you begged, “I need you.”
But he didn’t acknowledge the plea and continued to suck viciously, staring at you with such fervid hunger that made your insides seize and you nearly cried out. The back of your hand covered your mouth to stop you from making any noises that might attract attention. The last thing you needed was someone barging in and catching the Captain with his head between your legs.
Levi released your clit and lifted his head, his lips swollen and coated in your fluids. “Uncover your mouth.”
“Someone will hear me.”
“Like I fucking care,” he bit back, curling his fingers upwards harshly, making your mouth fall open with a shaky sigh. “You’re mine. I want the whole Corps to hear you screaming with my tongue on your clit.”
All you could do was nod and remove your hand from your mouth, then you once again raked your fingers through his hair, grasping onto him to ground yourself. Levi returned to the sensitive nub and heat surged through you, making you grit your teeth and clamp his head between your thighs. He winced, but his tongue grew in fierceness before he unlatched from you and worked his fingers even deeper.
“Let go for me, you can do it,” he praised, sending another shock to your center. “I can feel it, just give it to me. Don’t make me beg.”
His mouth closed over the nub again and he flicked his tongue back and forth, his fingers curving deep and slow, hitting that spot within that made your toes curl. His eyes pleaded for your release, and fuck, did he get it. Tremors assaulted your body and your cunt gripped his fingers like a vice, warm liquid gushed between your thighs, and you quivered as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried his name, loud enough to echo through the room, loud enough that anyone would know what you were doing in the small office.
Levi’s fingers slowed as his mouth gently parted with your flesh, a string of fluid pulling away with his lips, and his tongue darted out, severing the connection. His fingers followed and you shook at the emptiness, but you knew that you would soon be filled again. He sucked his fingers of your arousal as he reached into his back pocket and produced a handkerchief, wiping his fingers dry. His cheeks and chin sheened with your come, and he carefully dabbed the moisture away before discarding the fabric on the floor beside his cravat.
“On your feet,” he said, standing and grasping your hand. He guided you off the chair and held you steady when your knees nearly buckled. “Take off your shoes.”
You kicked your shoes away and he promptly scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Levi stared down at the chair for a moment, and you followed his gaze to see it was soaked in the aftermath of your orgasm.
“You made a mess of my chair.”
You flushed scarlet and stumbled over an apology, but he stopped you, saying, “I think I’ll leave it like that for a while.”
Your eyes widened but he didn’t notice, instead striding around his desk and depositing you atop the cold mahogany. The chill made you gasp, but you were cut off by his lips, his tongue diving into your mouth. He tasted like you, with a subtle hint of his seed, and you couldn’t get enough of it, matching the pace of his tongue while clinging onto his bracers for support.
Levi allowed you to unclasp the buttons lining the front of his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, the deep curves of his muscles which you traced as they stiffened and rippled beneath the pads of your fingers. He broke from the kiss, wrapping his hand around your wrist and holding you in place. His eyes were dark in the dimming light of the office, pleading. Your fingers slowly crept over his chest and he allowed the touch, allowed you to explore every inch of his skin, trace old and new scars, cherish him.
As you did so, his mouth captured yours again and he stuck a knee between your thighs, nudging your legs apart. A deep rumble filled your mouth as he pushed you back against the desk, following you and allowing the fleshy underside of his cock to slip between your folds as he lazily flexed his hips forward several times. The accompanying stimulation to your clit was nearly too much, so you dug your fingers into his chest and squeezed your eyes shut.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock in this pussy,” he rasped, latching onto your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “So fucking wet.”
You cried out from the overwhelming sensation, meeting his movements and hoping that he wouldn’t torture you for too long. Levi dropped his hips, stopping your incessant thrusting.
“Patience. That is a virtue you must have if you wish to work here,” he whispered before blowing on the mark he had left. He moved to the other side and marked you there too, leaving large, matching purplish bruises on both sides of your neck.
“Please, Levi. I need you.”
Levi propped himself up on his elbow and stared into your eyes, studying you for a few moments before he drew his hips back and angled them downwards, his next thrust a claiming one. His thick cock stretched your walls, the pain of his entrance nearly too much, but you needed more–all of him. Half of his shaft had yet to be wetted and it hurt even more to know he was holding back.
He kissed you carnally as he started to rock his hips, swallowing your sighs. You shuddered as he picked up the pace, but fuck, no matter how hard you tried to believe it was, it just wasn’t enough to have him fill you only partially. You wanted to be flush together, stretched to your limit, until you were a blubbering mess beneath him.
“Please…m–more,” you begged, clawing at his back and digging your heels into his ass in an attempt to pull him deeper.
Levi halted his movements and lifted his face from yours, once again examining you. He didn’t say a word as he took both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders, crushing your thighs to your chest as he folded you beneath him. You reached for him, looping your arms around his neck for support and bringing his lips back to yours. His fingers dug into the back of your shoulders, keeping you in place, and your heart thundered in your chest as he pumped gently, once then twice before burying his cock to the hilt.
You choked on a cry as you stretched to accommodate his full length, reveling in the delicious sting that meant he was all there, buried to the root, and already surging heavily with erratic yet calculated thrusts. The careful drag of his flesh within you, the spot deep within that burned whenever he held himself deep, the insanity he was pumping into you…
“Levi…” It was all Levi. Only Levi.
All of a sudden, his cock brushed a sensitive spot deep inside you, causing your back to arch.
“Drop your legs a little,” he ordered as he flexed his shoulders. You obeyed, letting his elbows catch your knees, “that’s it, a bit wider…oh, fuck, that’s perfect.”
It was a subtle change, but it was enough to allow him to grind his pelvis into your clit. The friction made your eyes roll back and, that combined with his perfectly measured thrusts, fed the blazing fire in your abdomen.
“So fucking–oh, God. You are so fucking beautiful,” he grunted as he dragged his cock out so only his tip was enveloped, then he slowly pushed back in, inch by inch until he was flush with you. “Every day…every single day, you will use your lunch hour and walk your pretty self into this office and allow me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Every day, I promise.”
“My come will be dripping down these thighs as you clean this damn place,” he gritted, plunging into you over and over. “Everyone will know you’re mine. No one else can fuck you like this, not even your husband. Say it.”
His voice was frighteningly calm, but you knew he meant what he said. You were his and his alone, only he could fuck you like this, only him. Your mouth fell slack as he increased his pace and you lost all sense of control, convulsing beneath him and aching for release as he slid into you relentlessly.
“I–I–oh please.” Your voice was worn and raw from taking his cock, but he heard you. God, he heard you.
Levi thrusted harder and deeper, gasping quietly with each connection, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. And you could hardly breathe. Your thighs were pressed too closely to your chest, and you were dizzy from the slow, ragged draws of air into your lungs.
“Only me, tell me,” he repeated, “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, please, I’m yours.”
“Only mine,” he said, pushing in deep and holding himself there. “This will only ever be mine. Only my cock. Say it.”
“Your cock, only your cock,” you whispered, lifting your hips and grinding into his pelvis. And suddenly you plummeted over the edge, a strained groan permeating through the room as you spasmed beneath him. Your walls clutched the massive cock which still sunk into you with the same intensity as before, and your tired limbs jerked in time with his powerful thrusts. The lack of oxygen made your head spin and your face prickle, the pressure so extreme that you thought you might implode.
“Fuck, that feels good. You feel good,” he murmured, smashing his lips into your cheek. The movement of his hips became crazed and sloppy, then his teeth bared and he sucked in a hissing breath. “Oh, shit, where? Where do you want my come?”
“Inside, always inside,” you whispered, hands caressing each side of his neck. “Give it to me.”
A rush of warmth flooded your pussy and you closed your eyes, accepting his seed. It was dizzying the way his cock pulsated within you, its girth expanding little by little as he emptied himself completely. While he panted out his release, his lips found yours and he kissed you fervidly, releasing one leg at a time and situating them carefully on either side of him. He massaged the tops of them, fingers masterfully providing a comfort you needed. Only after your quivering had subsided, did he cup your face and soften the kiss, his lips working gently, distracting you from the ache as he pulled his spent cock free.
Levi knelt in front of you again and you weakly rose onto your elbows. His tongue connected with your thighs first, licking them clean, then he gave his attention to your sensitive clit, gently sucking it before stuffing his tongue into your channel. He hummed against you as he drank down the combined fluids, and once he had his fill, he made one last lick up the length of your cunt before he made his way back to your lips.
He grabbed the bottoms of your thighs and lifted you from the desk and took a step backwards, settling into his chair and pulling your legs around his waist. You nuzzled into his neck, trailing your nose beneath his jaw and breathing in his musky scent. He massaged your back, his hands caressing your tired muscles and working them with his fingers, all the while, his lips brushed back and forth over your collarbone. You stayed that way for a while, listening to his heart rate evening out and wishing you could lay in his arms forever, but it wasn’t meant to be.
“Thank you, Captain,” you breathed, kissing his neck, then the top of his shoulder.
“I should be the one thanking you,” he said, smoothing sweat-soaked strands of hair from your face. “I have gained a very useful employee this evening.”
“I’m glad,” you said, sitting up straight. “I should be on my way. My husband will be home soon and I need to start dinner. And your wife must be eager for your return as well.”
Levi nodded and his eyes flicked to his ring and back at you. “We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, would we? I’m sure your husband had a long, exhausting day at work.”
You rose from his lap and fixed your dress, tugging it down past your bottom, and as you were about to say something, you glanced at the desk and saw his notepad. On the page was a sketch of you sitting in the armchair, and you smiled, but before you could compliment his talent, he stood and flipped the pad over. The message was clear. It was for his eyes only. Levi then corrected his own clothes, buttoning his trousers and shirt, though he neglected to replace his coat.
“I have no doubt he will be exhausted,” you said, returning to the conversation. You moved to collect your shoes and Levi met you there, offering his hand to assist you into the pumps. “He overworks himself, but he never listens to me when I tell him to take a day off once in a while.”
“Perhaps he will increase his efforts to listen to you more often.”
“I sure hope so,” you mumbled, sliding on your second shoe and glancing at him. His eyes were relaxed as he stared at you, and you couldn’t help leaning forward to kiss him just once more. “Thank you for your time, sir. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
Levi grasped your hand and brushed a kiss over your pulse point. “The pleasure was all mine. I’ll send another letter outlining your duties and start date. Now, I do believe the carriage is already prepared to take you home.”
You fitted yourself into your coat, clasping the buttons before grabbing your clutch. As you placed the clutch over your shoulder, you again saw the large wet spot on the chair and smiled. If it weren’t for that and the stink of sex in the air, one would think nothing had happened within the office.
“I look forward to it,” you said proudly, taking his arm and allowing him to lead you to the carriage. The building was mostly quiet as night had fallen, so no one saw their Captain with a woman on his arm, in a state of undress as well. All he was wearing were his trousers and shirt and bracers along with his shoes. Not to mention his hair was a mess.
At the carriage, he opened the door and assisted you onto the footplate and into the cabin, but before you sat on the bench, you faced him and said, “Goodbye, Levi.”
He returned the sentiment, your name so effortless for him.
A ghost of a smile crept across his face, and you couldn’t help but smile as well, then you quickly reached out and grabbed one of his bracers, tugging him against your chest. Your lips found his ear and you whispered, “Don’t be late. I’m making your favorite tonight and I don’t want it to go cold again.” You placed a kiss on his jaw. “And if you behave, I even have a birthday dessert for you.”
“I love you, thank you for this,” he said, so silently that you would have missed it if you weren’t so close.
“I love you.”
You sat on the bench and adjusted your coat so it was flat beneath you, then you looked back at Levi who was standing in place, his hand on the door. He was thinking deeply about something–that much you knew–and with one more glance at your face, he shut the door and his footsteps went to the front of the carriage.
“Five more minutes,” came his voice, followed by the clink of coins. “I’ll be quick. If you leave without me, I’ll bleed you out in the street and stuff your guts up your ass.”
You knew the threat was empty, but you still grimaced at the visual and, to be honest, that wasn’t the worst threat of his you ever heard. As you listened to Levi return to the building, you reached into your clutch and pulled out the most recent letter from your husband and smiled.
Date and Time: 12 / 25 / 852 at 6 p.m. (sharp)
Location: Survey Corps HQ - 3rd Floor
Position: Housekeeping
Attire: Business Formal