eight [nsfw]

Halloween falls on a Wednesday, and apparently it's a huge office event. When you were leaving work on the Tuesday night before, Hange had already started decorating. You'd watched in interest as they'd unlocked one of the cabinets and pulled out a department store's worth of candy and decorations. "I had to wait until Sasha left," they'd explained with a grin, "or else none of this candy would be here for tomorrow."

"Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Nope! Just dress up!" Hange chirps, pulling out several orange and black candy bowls. Is that drawer endless? "And go all out! Everyone else does!"

So you'd raided the local dollar store on Tuesday night and woken up extra early on Wednesday morning to get yourself ready. You'd decided to go simple: a devil. It's a classic, but it also allows you to mix and match something red and black from your wardrobe. You'd bought a headband with devil horns, a pitchfork, and a cape, and you pick out the set of black pumps from your closet that you haven't worn since your night at the club.

Black slacks and a red, long-sleeved collared shirt later, you're dolled up in front of your mirror and feeling really damn good. "I look hot," you say to yourself, turning in a circle. With the cape and horns, you pass for a sexy devil while still being work appropriate. 

You pile the other tops and bottoms you'd tried on into your arms and go back to your closet, carefully putting them all away. You pick up your heels and a flash of something red in the deepest part of your closet catches your eyes.

"I missed something?" you muse, tugging at the fabric.

It's your dress- your red dress that you'd worn to the club what feels like ages ago, when you'd hooked up with Levi. "Oh," you sigh, holding it up in front of you. It's such a nice dress.

Your encounter with Levi from last Friday is still fresh in your mind. You trail your fingers along your neck, remembering where his lips were.

"Fuck it," you decide.

Five minutes later, you're in your red dress- paired with a black blazer and then black tights, you've still got to stay somewhat work appropriate- and you look hot as hell. With your black heels, plus the cape and horns, you're toeing the line between an office party costume and a club costume, but you know Levi's going to notice. He'll notice the dress.

He will, you tell yourself, checking out your ass in the mirror. He'll definitely notice.

.

Levi has his head down in his reports when there's a knock on his office door. He hears your voice call, "tea."

"Yeah," he replies.

The door opens, and his eyes flick up and back down to his reports, and then up again.

What the hell are you wearing?

Dear fucking lord, it's that dress. It's that damn red dress that hugs your curves perfectly and, he notices as you shut the door, it frames your ass even better than it had on that night in the bar. Is that even possible? He really should take his eyes off of you, he should, but he wants to imprint the image of you into his brain.

You smile- god, you're wearing red lipstick, Levi's going to have an aneurysm- and lean in to set his tea down. "Peppermint," you say, and Levi refuses to let his eyes fall to your cleavage.  "Happy Halloween, sir. What's your costume?"

Somehow, he manages to get his tongue to work and says, "I don't dress up."

"Ah." You straighten up again. The effort to physically drag his eyes away from your form and to his reports feels much more painful than it should be. 

"I want that file on the Forster's reworked and back on my desk by noon," Levi says.

"Got it, boss," you say, walking back to the door. "Anything else?"

"No," he says so that he doesn't have to look up at you, because Levi knows if he does, he won't be able to look away. "Get out."

You laugh. "Alright."

Levi caves, and he looks up anyways. You're midway through closing the door, and he still gets a full glimpse of your ass. The door closes. His eyes linger on the closed door for at least another thirty seconds.

Then, Levi lets his forehead drop to his reports, and he groans.

.

When Hange said all out, they really meant all out. Some of the costumes are simple enough: Historia's an angel, Ymir is a cop, Annie's thrown a crown on her head and said good enough. Others are a bit more complex: Eren, Mikasa, and Armin have all coordinated as Alvin and the chipmunks, Reiner's wearing a full set of knight armor, Bertolt is a scarecrow (there's straw everywhere around his desk), and Jean and Marco are the top and bottom half of a horse. 

Connie's worn a full pirate get up and Sasha is a witch, and every once in a while they sporadically burst into a sword duel: Connie's plastic sword versus Sasha's wooden broom.

"En garde!" Connie shouts, swinging at Sasha's head.

His swing is wide and you have to duck low to make sure you're not hit. "Take that!" Sasha cries, blocking his swing with her broom.

They both push against each other, and eventually, Connie's sword slips and falls to hit you. You raise your pitchfork over your head to block it- it's a good thing you decided to bring it. "Another challenger!" Connie says triumphantly. "A three way!"

"Connie, don't say it like that," Jean says with a groan.

You laugh and point your pitchfork at Sasha. "Alliance?"

Sasha narrows her eyes. "How can I trust you?"

You reach into your desk drawer and grab some chocolates that you'd snagged from Historia's desk coming in. Sasha's eyes widen and she snatches them from you greedily. "Alright! Alliance!"

"Betrayed over candy!" Connie bemoans, slumping at his desk. "A tragedy!"

"The only tragedy is that costume," Ymir says with a snort. "Didn't you wear that last year?"

"It's a classic!" he argues. "Weren't you a cop last year?"

"Yeah, and now I'm an FBI agent," she corrects, tipping her hat at him. "Obviously different."

Erwin's office door opens. He's wearing a bald cap and a fake mustache, which had initially scared the hell out of everyone in the office until he said "I'm dressing up as Pixis." Hange had started laughing so hard that they had to excuse themselves (only after taking a few pictures).

"Make sure you all get your work done early and we'll have a party at 4," Erwin says, eyes surveying the office.

"Yes, sir!" everyone choruses.

You glance sideways at Levi's office. The door is closed. He'd definitely been staring at you; you'd caught his eyes dropping down to your chest as you bent down to give him his tea. With a sigh, you look back to your computer monitor, trying unsuccessfully to avoid thinking about him.

Luckily, the day passes fast, and 4 pm approaches quickly. You follow everyone else down to the warehouse, where Hange's spent the better part of their day setting up for the party. Their time has paid off: everything is well decorated, there's a huge table of food that Sasha scrambles to, and they've set up a projector playing some sort of thriller on the far wall.

"Try the punch!" Hange says brightly, thrusting a cup into your hand. Hange's dressed up as a mad scientist, and the punch is a bubbly green that exactly like something from a horror movie. "C'mon, it's good," they insist.

You shrug- what's the worst that could happen?- and take a sip. You can taste the vodka but it's also got a delicious green apple flavor. "This is great," you say with a grin.

Hange whoops. "See! It's not poisonous!" they declare, pointing a finger at Eren and Jean, who have both been eyeing their cups skeptically.

"You've poisoned us before," Jean objects.

"That was one time, and it was by accident!"

"Are we sure it was an accident?" Eren says.

"It could be a poison that takes a while to come into effect," Armin suggests helpfully.

"Well then, I'd be fucked," Mike mutters as he walks by. He's dressed up as a lumberjack- quite fitting for his role as a foreman.

"There's vodka in this!" Historia cries out.

"And?!" Hange yells back.

"Hange, it's Wednesday!"

"And?!"

You wander, chat, and watch a bit of The Purge. But throughout the hour, your eyes still seek out Levi. He's been mostly keeping to himself, occasionally striking up conversations with some of the warehouse workers or Hange. Every once in a while, you think you catch him staring at you, but he always shifts his eyes away so quickly that you're never quite sure.

5 pm is fast approaching, and although it feels like you've played all of your cards for today, you're desperate for something to happen between you and Levi. You wore the dress from when you hooked up- if that wasn't a strong hint you didn't know what was.

Until, right before everyone starts wrapping up and you lose hope, he starts coming towards you. You pretend not to notice him until he's right next to you. "We've got some shit to get done," he says gruffly. "So we're staying late."

"Aw, Captain, it's Halloween!" Sasha says in protest.

Levi's eyes narrow at you. "Were you planning on going out?"

"No," you reply.

"Then there's no reason she can't stay," he objects, glaring at Sasha.

"You're cruel," Hange points out. Everyone starts making their way to the elevators to head back up to the fourth floor. "Let the poor girl go home and watch a horror movie or something!"

"Not everyone enjoys horror movies, Shitty Glasses," Levi says.

The elevator dings and everyone piles in. You're blocked into one of the back corners by Jean and Marco. Everyone's starting to strip off their costumes (Bertolt is shedding straw everywhere) and when the elevator opens, people trip over themselves trying to get to their desks.

You're going to be staying late with Levi. If that isn't a good sign, you don't know what is. 

The rest of your coworkers start grabbing their belongings and bidding everyone goodbye. You sit yourself down at your desk and pull up the files you were working on today. Maybe you're wrong and he actually wants this all finished. 

"Don't stay too late," Erwin warns, holding open the office door for Annie. They're the last ones to leave.

Levi is leaning against his office door. He nods in return. "We won't."

Erwin nods back, then leaves. The door shuts.

You glance up at Levi. His grey gaze is piercing you like hot needles, like he's undressing you with his eyes. "So what are we working on?" you ask innocently.

"You're a piece of work, aren't you," Levi says.

"I try."

He stalks towards you, and you stand up from your desk, your chair rolling backwards. You don't care enough to pull it back towards you; your heart's going a mile a minute in your chest.

Levi stops. He's a foot away from you, and it's somehow too close and too far at the same time. "You've driven me up a wall," he whispers. "That dress, you- you wore that on purpose. Didn't you?"

Your lips twitch into a smirk. "Obviously."

He hisses through his teeth. His hands are jammed into his pockets and it almost looks like he's physically restraining himself. "God dammit, Red," he murmurs, and the nickname sends small sparks down to your core. "I wish you were easier to ignore."

You open your mouth to reply, but Levi closes the distance, grabs your head, and pulls you towards him.

The instant relief of his lips on yours makes your legs shake and your head swim. It hasn't even been that long- two Fridays ago, you think- but just the kiss alone is sending pulses down your spine and you're like jelly in his hands. Levi bites your bottom lip and wraps his hands around your waist, then lets them fall to your ass. You reach up and lace your fingers behind his head, relishing in the feeling of his soft hair between your fingers.

Levi tugs, and the both of you stumble towards his office, a mess of hands and lips. Levi's mouth is fast and hot, moving on you like it's the only chance he'll ever have, and his hands are squeezing hard enough to leave marks- not that you mind.

You kick the door shut behind you (just in case) and Levi's hands slip under your dress, pulling it up to your hips. "You wore tights," he complains between kisses.

"Work appropriate," you say back, laughing.

You walk Levi backwards to his chair, and when you push gently, he sits back in the leather. Your fingers work to undo the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing some of his skin. You break your kiss just to press your lips to his exposed chest. 

Levi's breathing is coming in pants, and his hands latch onto the armrests of the chair. It almost looks like he's holding on for dear life.

"You've been waiting for this," you hum to yourself, gaze drifting down to the obvious bulge in his pants and then back up to his eyes. "Haven't you?"

Levi doesn't reply, but his eyes drop down to your hands as you slide them down his chest to his belt buckle. He shoots his eyes back up to yours, and you hold his gaze as you undo his belt. He doesn't have to answer for you to know that his answer is yes.

You already know he's not going to say much, so you make it your own personal goal to see what noises you can get out of him. Carefully, Levi lifts his hips so you can ease his slacks down to his thighs, and you force yourself to keep your eyes on Levi as you do. His jaw is clenched tight and he's as still as a statue, his hands bunched into fists by his sides.

"Relax," you whisper, nudging him backwards until he finally sits back into his chair. Levi falls back grudgingly, spine rigid against the back of the chair, eyes still glued to you. You pause, suddenly wary. "Can I?" you ask, just wanting to make sure he's okay with this.

Levi groans. "Yes, you fucking tease. C'mon."

You grin, finally allowing yourself to glance down now that you've gotten his permission, and you guide his cock out of his boxers. You can already feel the dampness between your legs building up, and it gets worse when you see his erection. He's already rock hard, and there's a vicious swell of pride through you knowing that you did that. You've got Levi- your boss- in his chair, exposed, waiting for your mouth, and that thought alone drives heat between your legs.

You take Levi's dick in your hand and rub your thumb over the tip, feeling the wetness that's already collected there. Levi hisses through his teeth as you rub slow circles on the head of his cock with the pad of your thumb. 

Slowly, you lower yourself to your knees, eye level with his waist. You glance up at him again; his eyes are hazed over, his jaw is tight, and he's watching you with such a burning intensity that you can feel the wetness collecting in your underwear.

Torturously slow, you touch your tongue to his base and drag it up the shaft, keeping eye contact with him as you do it. Levi's grip tightens around the arm of the chair and he looks like he might snap it off. "Fuck, Red," he grunts, his voice low. "Fuck."

The encouragement only fuels your own need, and you ponder pulling down your tights and letting your fingers wander over your sex. As fulfilling and relieving as that would be, you want right now to be about Levi, so he deserves your full attention.

In an effort to keep your hands distracted, you brace one on his thigh and wrap your other around his cock, giving it a slow pull. A muffled grunt escapes Levi, but he keeps his eyes on you. His eyes feel like they're burning you, scorching your skin. Slowly, as much as you dare, you shift forward and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. You feel him pulse in your hand, and you slowly take more of him into your mouth.

You feel Levi twitch in your throat, and he groans, apparently abandoning his attempts to keep himself quiet. You leave your hand wrapped around the base and take a moment to savor this moment- you've got your boss's throbbing erection down your throat and he's at complete mercy to your mouth. 

To say you've been imagining this since the beginning of your work term wouldn't be an overstatement. You've literally been dreaming about this, taking his huge cock into your mouth and trying to work those tiny satisfied sounds out of him. And yet, reality is so much better than the dream, you think as you slide up and swirl your tongue around the tip.

You press your tongue to the underside of his cock and Levi lets out a sound that doesn't sound human. "Shit, Red, don't- don't do that," he whispers.

Ah, so he's sensitive. You hadn't really had the time to notice in your first hook up. Naturally, you repeat the motion, taking him out of your mouth and liking a strip from his base to his tip. You pause at the tip and push your tongue against his sensitive spot. "Don't do what?" you murmur innocently, giving him another slow pull.

"You're evil," Levi murmurs, letting go of the chair's armrest and raking his hand through his hair. You grin and push your lips over the head of his cock and he groans. "Fucking evil, Red."

You pull off of him just to grin again. "It's the costume," you mock.

Levi's hand reaches out for your hair. He grabs your headband with the devil horns and rips it away. "The fuck it is," he snarls, voice strained. "You- You're- I can't stop fucking thinking about-"

In one fluid motion, you slide your mouth back over Levi's cock and take him as far as you possibly can into the back of your throat, and Levi actually whines and tips his head back. You hold him in your mouth, enjoying how he's stretching your throat out and pushing against your gag reflex. He's huge, and although you knew that going into this, you're reminded of it every time his cock touches the back of your throat, pulsing in your mouth.

The throbbing ache between your legs is almost too much to ignore now, but judging by the way Levi's twitching in your mouth, he's getting close. You're also well aware that if tonight is anything like your night together almost two months ago, he's going to pay you back tenfold.

So you ignore your own desire and start to bob your head. Levi's cock seems to swell and tighten in your mouth, and you open your eyes. The sight of Levi with his head thrown back is beautiful and you moan around him, sending vibrations up his shaft. You hear his shoe scuff against the ground and you finally feel his fingers thread into your hair, messing it up beyond quick repair.

Levi's nails scrape against your scalp, and you hear him hiss, "shit- shit, Red, I'm close," which only drives to you keep going. Levi doesn't shove you around with his hands, just lets them rest, tangled in your hair. You pick up your pace, bobbing back and forth, the head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

You feel him shudder, and Levi groans- then he's cumming hard into your mouth. His hands seize your hair and hold your head in place, but it's not like you were going anywhere; you swallow everything he gives you. You dig your fingernails into his leg, trying not to choke. Levi shakes as he empties himself into your throat, and you don't miss a single drop. The taste of it burns your mouth but you're not about to let any of it go.

Levi's fingers on your head finally relax, and you take that as a sign that he's done. Slowly, you pull your head back, taking his cock out of your mouth. You gasp, choking on the air. You hadn't even realized how badly you needed oxygen, and it stings your throat.

Two fingers press under your chin, and Levi tilts your head up. "You're okay?" he asks, and his voice is ragged. 

You nod, taking your hands off of him and wiping the corner of your mouth. "You?"

He nods, and his fingers slide from under your chin around to the back of your neck. He pulls you lightly and bends over, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You sigh into his mouth, wondering if he can taste himself on your lips. 

His fingers rise to the back of your head and he pulls again. You stumble to your feet. Does he want you on his lap? You feel like that'd be awkward with the chair. Instead, you settle for putting your hands on either armrest and leaning in to continue kissing Levi.

Levi's hand stays at the back of your head, but his other hand moves to your thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers skim the inside of your legs, heading up towards your pussy. Even through your tights, his feather light touch is causing your legs to shake.

He brushes a finger against your ache and you whimper into your kiss, but even the slightest touch is such a relief. Yet at the same time, it's nowhere near enough. "Bet you wanted to touch yourself," Levi murmurs huskily, lips moving towards your ear. "Look how wet you are."

You drop your head onto his shoulder, and his other hand slides under your dress and up to your waist. Carefully, he starts pulling your tights down. The cool office air hits your cunt like an electric shock, and you fidget in anticipation.

A door slams.

Levi's hands drop away from you, and you nearly flinch from the loud noise. He stands up, the wheels on his chair rolling backwards. "Levi-" you whisper, but he cuts you off by pressing a finger to your lips.

"Stay," he murmurs, tugging up his pants and doing up his belt as he walks around his desk to his office door.

Knowing the moment's broken, you pull your tights back up. The throbbing between your legs seems to have doubled in intensity- so close yet so far. You'll have to do something about how ridiculously shaky your legs are on your own later, which depresses you like nothing else ever has.

Levi opens the door and sticks his head out. You hear, "oh, Mr. Ackerman. Thought that was your car out front."

"Working late," he replies, and you stay perfectly still so whoever it is isn't alerted to your presence. "Be out soon."

"All good, sir. Just grabbin' the trash."

You see Levi nod, and then you hear another door close. "Janitor," Levi says, and your shoulders dip in relief.

There's a bit of an awkward silence. You figure you've overstayed your welcome in his office. He'd got what he wanted, after all; you'd sucked him off. Although you hoped he'd give you the same pleasure, you wouldn't blame him if he didn't.

You nod nervously, swallowing, and step around his desk. "Uh, so," you say, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Levi raises an eyebrow.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," you say, slipping by him and out the door.

He catches your wrist, and you spin to face him. "Did I say I was done with you?" Levi says lowly, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from agreeing too fast. "Because I'm not."

You grin, and echo your words from your first night together. "Your place or mine?"

He smirks. "Yours."