fifteen [nsfw]

A/N: we're hitting the ground running with this one folks. 

C/W: mentions of a car accident, nothing explicit.

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You never thought you'd ever like a Monday morning.

But this? You could used to this.

"Just like that," you choke as Levi tongues your clit, his arms tight around your thighs. You lean your head back, almost knocking into his keyboard. "Fuck, Levi, just like that."

When Levi texted you last night, telling you that Erwin was going to be off on Monday morning and he'd been asked to come in early, you'd assumed he was just going to want your help for something before the rest of the office got there. So you rolled up at 7:00 even though your work day started at eight, yawning but ready to help Levi with whatever he needed.

What you had not expected was him to be going down on you for what feels like hours.

You'd maybe done five minutes worth of work before Levi called you into his office. What started as a casual conversation (how was your weekend, what're you working on) quickly turned into the closest thing to morning sex the two of you have ever had.

Levi hadn't even wanted anything for himself. You'd offered to suck him off, give him a hand job. But besides a bit of groping through his pants, you'd never gotten the chance. He'd sat you  down on the edge of his desk, lay you back until you were laying down across his work space, then pulled up your skirt and went to town on your pussy.

And he's been doing it forever.

You don't even know what time it is. You're just a babbling mess, and you don't know how many times you've climaxed. Sometimes he edges you, right to the precipice, and then stops, letting you teeter there until the stimulation fades away. Sometimes he pushes you so far that you'd swear you've got a jackhammer in your chest instead of a heart.

"Levi," you gasp as he gently rubs his fingertips along your folds, "I can't- I can't, I'm going to-"

Levi detaches his mouth from you and looks up. "You've said that three times already," he replies calmly, his fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit.

"But I- I'm serious," you whine as he sticks his fingers into you. You arch your back against the desk, trying to keep your knees from squeezing into the sides of Levi's head. "I- We have to work- people will be- shit- people will be showing up soon."

"Then you'd better finish up," Levi says lazily, and he straightens up. One of his hands is keeping your cunt occupied, and the other is undoing his own belt. 

"Then stop teasing me," you beg, "and-"

He cuts you off by pressing the tip of his cock into you, and you tip your head back against the desk with a thunk. Slowly, Levi works himself into you. One hand reaches up, and he grabs your tit through your shirt.

Levi slides back and thrusts back in. His grip on your chest tightens as he speeds up, fucking you hard on his desk. You moan, eyes scrunched shut.

"C'mon, you little whore," Levi whispers, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and bra. "Beg."

"Please," you say immediately, no hesitation to agree to whatever he's asking you to do, "I need you, your cock-"

If there were circuits in your brain, they would be shorting out. "You fuck me so well," you plead, glancing up at him. His eyes are glued to your cunt, where he's sliding in and out, hammering into your sweet spot. "Please, use me, fuck-"

Levi's thrusts pick up, and you can feel the desk shake beneath your back. You'd have a difficult time explaining a broken desk to Erwin, but it's the least of your concerns right now, not while Levi's fingers are rubbing your nipple and he's squeezing your breast and he's hitting harder and harder-

You and Levi both hit your peak at the exact same time. Levi lets go of your chest, groaning as he cums, and you squeeze your legs around him. Clenching down, you feel your orgasm rip through you, driving hot ecstasy through your veins.

With a gasp, you collapse against the desk. "Holy fuck," you whisper.

Levi pulls out of you, and your legs drop to the ground. Slowly, you sit yourself up, the desk creaking beneath you. You glance at the clock- 7:45. People would start showing up soon. 

Levi had been pleasuring you for ages. Why? Did he have some sort of ulterior motive?

"What was that for?" you ask timidly.

He ignores you for a minute, doing up his pants and wandering around to one of the cabinets in the corner of his office. "You were pissed at me," Levi replies, pulling out a cart of cleaning supplies.

You stand yourself up, working your underwear back up your legs. "That was ages ago," you say, frowning.

"You weren't still mad?"

"No."

"Well, I guess I didn't have to then."

Levi snaps on cleaning gloves, then jerks his chin to urge you away from his desk. You hop off, and Levi sprays it with disinfectant. "I'm not complaining," you clarify. "That's just not the morning I thought I was in for."

He doesn't reply, instead choosing to start wiping down the desk. You glance at the cleaning bin (which looks like it's seen better days), wondering if there's anything you can do to help.

"Go to the bathroom and freshen up," Levi instructs, as if reading your mind. "I have this handled."

"Alright," you agree, heading to the door. You stop in the doorway and turn around again. "We're all good," you say carefully. "Don't feel obligated to do anything."

Levi turns his head towards you and raises an eyebrow. "Red, you should know by now I don't do anything I don't want to."

You purse your lips, fighting back a smile. "Right."

So you head to the bathroom to get yourself ready for work.

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What was that for?

Levi ponders your question while he watches the rest of the office file in, bidding each other good morning and heading to their desks. You're seated at your own desk, opening up your email and skimming through some of the weekend's messages.

Your voice echoes in his head: what was that for?

He's still not entirely sure himself.

His answer hadn't been a lie; he hated every second that you were mad at him. But was that whole thing really fueled by his desire to make up for the incident? No, not at all- he feels like he's done that already. 

Levi considers the possibility that he's being selfish.

He likes this. He likes having you, hearing you beg and moan, make sounds that no one else can get out of you. He thrives on it, actually, the way you say his name and tremble beneath his fingers. He did that. He reduced you to that.

And going down on someone has never been so exhilarating. Levi's never enjoyed himself like he has with you- he's never got the same rush of adrenaline for pleasing anyone else, not even himself.

"Fuck," Levi mutters to himself. 

He's in this too deep. He's too attached.

"Two weeks," he says quietly, eyes locked on you as you talk to Sasha, a grin on your face. You're only around for two more weeks. Then, you'll go your own way, and he'll be back to normal. The intoxication, the attachment, the obsession- it'll all be gone. In two weeks.

He should be looking forward to it. He should.

Levi doesn't understand why that deadline upsets him as much as it does.

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The morning is relatively slow. It's a Monday; it's only natural that people are a bit sluggish.

However, you can't say the same for yourself. You're wide awake, repeating your morning with Levi in your head. Laying on the desk, legs spread wide as he ate you out, moaning and crying for more. God, since when did this become so bad?

It was very out of the blue, even for Levi. You half wonder if he's trying to make the most of the two weeks you have left.

That thought bothers you. It feels like Levi is treating this deadline as absolute, as if nothing more is allowed to come out of this after your internship is up. Why not? Why can't you keep this up? You'd jump at the opportunity without hesitation. What bothers Levi so much about a relationship?

You wonder if it's the intimacy. Levi's been very careful not to let you in on anything in his personal life. It's obvious he prefers this surface-level connection. Is he really that opposed to opening up a bit more?

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, nearly making you flinch in surprise. Thankfully, there's a quiet chatter around the office, so no one's paying you any mind. You pull your phone out.

The caller ID shows the name of your best friend. You frown. She should know better than to call you at work- you can get back to her on your lunch break. You decline the call and tuck it back into your pocket.

"Oi. Intern."

You snap your head up to Levi's office. He's standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

"Get in here. We've got some shit to cover."

You nod. "Do I need to bring anything?"

"A sword," Connie suggests.

"And a shield," Sasha adds.

"Your will," Jean mutters under his breath.

"Cleaning supplies if you're trying for a bribe," Armin puts in.

Levi scowls. "Just get your ass in here and print out those reports I sent you this morning."

You hide your smile, nodding, and he ducks back into his office. You send your reports to the printer and stand up from your chair, nearly stumbling. You've been sitting all morning, and the soreness that Levi caused this morning is starting to set in.

You wander into Levi's office, leaving the door open behind you, and set the reports down on his desk. "What do you need from me?" you ask, taking the seat in front of his desk.

"Cross referencing," Levi says, clicking through something on his computer. "I-"

He pauses. Your phone is buzzing in your pocket. Embarrassed, you pull it out and decline the call without even looking at the ID. "Sorry," you say quickly. "You were saying?"

Levi's eyes narrow, but he goes back to his monitor. He reads out names, dates, and reference numbers, and you repeat them back to him, going through every report you printed out. Levi's desk quickly becomes a mess of papers and notes and he scribbles things down.

Then, your phone buzzes in your pocket again.

"Turn that damn thing off," Levi snaps, glaring at you.

"Sorry," you apologize, fishing your phone out of your pocket and turning the ringer off to stop it from vibrating. You glance quickly at the notifications, then freeze up. Three missed calls from one of your friends, accompanied by several texts.

Omg plz call me

Emergency

Plz call me as soon as you can

I'm serious

You bite your lip, suddenly nervous. What's so serious that your best friend is calling you three times while you're at work? Your lunch break is in five minutes; you can call her back then. It can wait five minutes. Can it, though? How serious is serious? What's going on?

You look up to see Levi staring at you. You quickly tuck your phone back into your pocket. "S- sorry, sir," you mumble, your head starting to race with possibilities.

"What is it?" he asks, setting his file down.

"Nothing," you say quickly, because you don't want to bother him with your personal business, but Levi glares at you. Your shoulders slump. "Just- my friend just texted me, she said it's an emergency," you whisper, keeping your eyes trained downwards. "I- I'll call her at lunch."

Levi sighs and stands up. "Call her," he says, "but if her idea of an emergency is a bad breakup, you'll never touch that phone during work hours again."

Your shoulders slump in relief. "Thank you," you say gratefully, digging your hand back into your pocket for your phone. Levi walks around his desk to shut his office door, leaving just you and him inside but giving you privacy from the rest of the office's listening ears. You tap your friend's contact and hit the call button.

It rings once before she picks up. "What took you so long?"

Her voice is panicked but relieved. You exhale, trying to calm yourself down. "I'm at work," you explain, glancing at Levi. He's leaning against the closed door, studying the report that the two of you had been going through earlier. "What is it?"

She starts talking, but after the first few words, your brain starts spinning. She's still speaking, but the words aren't quite reaching your brain and you don't understand. It doesn't make sense.

She has to say your name three times before you confirm you're still on the line. "Yeah- yeah, I'm still- I'm still here," you stammer, pressing your free hand into your forehead. "Sorry."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to- I didn't want to make you freak out at work," your friend dismisses quickly, "but- but I'm here alone, and I was hoping... well, I was hoping I'd catch you on your lunch break, and maybe you could stop by because..." she trails off. "I think she'd like to see you, and I hate being alone, and-"

"Yeah, no, that's fine," you say, squeezing your eyes shut. "My lunch break is... soon. A few minutes. I'll come down."

There's an audible sigh of relief on the other end. "Thank you," your friend says gratefully. "I love you. See you soon."

You nod. "See- see you soon."

She hangs up. You slowly lower your phone from your ear, trying to process the last few minutes on the phone.

Fingers snap in front of your face and you blink yourself out of your haziness. Levi's back at his desk- when'd he get there?- and he frowns. "What?"

Your mouth opens, then closes. No sound comes out.

"Get your shit together," Levi says. "What was that about?"

You tuck your phone back in your pocket and pinch the bridge of your nose with your free hand. "My friend got in an accident driving to work this morning," you finally say, and saying it aloud makes it feel much more real. "Something about slipping on ice. She- she's okay, I think. But- but my other friend, she was the one listed as the emergency contact, so she's there, and..." Your breath catches in your throat and you force yourself to exhale.

Levi's expression is unreadable. You're currently trying to stop yourself from freaking out, so deciphering his emotions isn't very high on your list of priorities. 

"So you're going to visit her?" he says eventually.

You nod. "There's- I think there's a bus I could take," you say, trying to form a plan amidst all of the chaos in your head. "It'd be a long ride, though-"

"The hospital is a twenty-five minute bus ride," Levi replies, and you're not sure why he knows that but you're too frazzled to question it. "But it's only twenty by car if traffic's decent. Come on. It's lunch break, I'll drive you."

"You- you what?" Your head is still spinning. You check your phone again; nothing. "Wait-"

Levi stands up from his desk. "Let's go," he says, grabbing his coat from the nearby rack. 

You can't even object. You've learned that protesting with Levi when he's put his mind to something is exceptionally difficult. You stumble to your feet, following him out of the office, and you grab your coat from the back of your chair. Everyone else is getting ready for lunch as well, so no one says anything when you tag after Levi out of the building and to the elevator.

You follow him to his car and slide into the passenger seat. It feels like you're on autopilot, like you can't trust your brain to think for itself. Levi starts driving but you don't even register it; you just stare at nothing, trying to force your brain into focus.

It doesn't occur to you that Levi is talking to you until he swats your shoulder. "Pull yourself together," he says, eyes trained on the road ahead. "Your friend needs you."

You don't trust yourself to speak, so you just nod again.

"Tell me what happened," Levi instructs, shooting you a quick glance. "What'd she tell you?"

Just thinking about your friend makes your heart squeeze in your chest. That's your best friend in the hospital. Your best friend. Yes, she's okay now, and yes, she's going to be fine- but it's still sort of overwhelming.

"Hey."

Levi's hand closes over yours. You'd been shifting your fingers restlessly in your lap, and his hand has covered both of yours so that you'd stop fidgeting. Your brain temporarily short circuits, which is bizarre, because you've done so much with Levi and seen every inch of his body but this touch feels like the most intimate thing that's ever happened between you two.

"Red," he says quietly, and your heart fucking spasms, "focus. You can't see your friends like this."

He's right. You can't. You let your eyes shut, exhaling as you try to remove every single thought from your brain. Levi's warm hand on yours, the sound of the tires on the road, the busy street outside, your friend's call. "Sorry," you whisper.

"Stop apologizing," Levi orders.

Your lips twitch. "Sorry- shit. Right. Okay. Well, she said that..." you tip your head up to stare at the roof of Levi's car. Carefully, you adjust your hands so that you're holding onto Levi's right hand with your left. "It was an accident this morning. She was on her way to work. Her car hit a patch of ice and spun out into a ditch. Her... her foot is broken and she hit her head pretty badly, but she- apparently it's just a concussion. They've been keeping her in the hospital to monitor it."

"So she'll be okay?"

You nod slowly. "That's what my friend said. Apparently doctors said no lasting damage."

You see Levi nod out of the corner of your eye. "Good."

Ignoring the loud sound of your heart beating in your chest, you let your eyes shut and lean your head back. Your and Levi's enclosed hands are resting on your thigh.

The whole trip takes almost twenty minutes. Levi doesn't let go until he has to park the car.

You get out of the car and rush into the hospital's main lobby, heading straight to the front desk. Levi's right behind you. "Hi," you say hurriedly, and the man behind the desk raises his head, "I'm looking for-"

"There you are!"

You glance up and wilt in relief when you see your best friend waving to you from one of the doorways. "I'm good, never mind," you say quickly to the man behind the desk. You spin back to your friend and run towards them. "Where is she?"

"Waiting for you," she says, and the relief is evident in her tone. "Come on."

She leads you down one of the hospital hallways, and you barely register Levi's presence as he follows you at a distance. After several turns, she pulls you into one of the hospital rooms, and there she is: foot in a cast, full hospital gown, hooked up to a monitor.

"Oh my god," you whisper, moving around to the other side of the bed. "Are you okay?"

She laughs weakly. "Absolutely. Never been better."

At least her humor's intact. You laugh weakly, and the laugh turns into one of relief. You grab her hand, squeezing tight, and she starts to recount her story.

At one point, you glance up at the doorway. Levi's standing outside, hands in his pockets, watching you with a guarded expression.

You shoot him a weak smile and mouth, 'thank you'.

He nods, and takes a step out of sight, giving you some privacy with your friends.

Time flies, as it tends to do around your friends. Once you're assured that your best friend is alright, it's easy to transition to lighter topics. It's the first time the three of you have all been together in a while anyways- conflicting schedules have made it difficult to hang out. You never realize exactly how much you miss your friends until you're hanging out with them.

So when you glance at your phone and realize you've only got ten minutes left of your lunch break, panic instantly erupts in your head. You should've been keeping a better eye on the time.

"Oh, shit," you curse, glancing up to the door and half expecting to see Levi there glaring at you. He's not. "I'm going to be late."

Your friend grabs your hand and squeezes. "Thank you," she murmurs gratefully, and you squeeze back. "We need to get together soon."

"We will," you promise. You turn to your other friend, and she smiles at you. "See you both soon," you say, tripping over your own feet as you stumble out of the hospital room. You look left and right, and then you see Levi; he's sitting in one of the chairs in the hallway, eyes fixed on his phone in his hands. You head towards him and he looks up once he hears you. "Why didn't you get me?" you say worriedly, checking your phone again. "We're going to be late."

"It's fine," Levi says with a roll of his eyes. "Stop worrying."

"But-"

"Since when have you been concerned about rule breaking?" he says coolly, and you flush as you think of the many times you've fucked Levi in his office. It effectively shuts you up, at least, and Levi jerks his chin towards the way you came in. You follow him through the hallways and out of the hospital, unsure of how else to protest.

The two of you head to Levi's car and as soon as you're seated, you tip your head back against the seat and exhale. Your friend's okay- everyone's okay. You saw it for yourself. Everything's going to be fine.

Levi starts the car, and he glances at you. "Ready?"

You nod. "Yeah."

You nearly fall asleep in his car on the way back, weary from the mental exhaustion. It feels like your brain was just working overtime constantly for an hour and has now completely shut down as a consequence.

If Levi minds, he doesn't say anything. And eventually, you must doze off because it feels like only five minutes have passed when he parks the car. You startle awake, surprised by the speed of the trip and partially embarrassed that you fell asleep. "Are we- are we there?" you ask, glancing at the clock in the car. You're ten minutes late on your lunch break.

You reach to your seatbelt, panicked about being late, and Levi's hand closes over your wrist. "Relax," he says firmly, but it's hard to do so when his touch is sending fire through your arm.

You swallow hard and glance out the front windshield, then frown. This isn't the office. This is your apartment building.

Levi brought you- Levi took you home? Why? Several possibilities run through your head and you open your mouth to object, but Levi sees it coming and cuts you off. "I already talked to Erwin," he says patiently, grip still tight around your wrist. "You're getting the afternoon off for a personal emergency."

"But- I'm fine," you sputter, trying to collect yourself. You shift towards the door, trying to pull yourself free from his hold.

"Red," Levi says.

You immediately freeze. What started as a nickname for the bedroom has gradually evolved outside of that; he used it earlier when driving you to the hospital to calm you down, and his tone has the same meaning behind it now. 

"You're going to go into your apartment," he murmurs, voice low but firm, "you're going to eat some shit food, and you're going to watch one of your dumb shows. You've done enough work today."

"I..." you trail off, unsure of how to respond.

Levi's expression softens, but only slightly. "I've had friends in a car accident before," he says quietly. "I get it. Take the day off."

"You have?" you whisper, eyebrows rising. Questions are posed on your tongue, but you clamp your jaw shut when you see Levi's head tip down awkwardly. There's an invisible line between you two, and this is pushing it- this comfort, this intimacy. And Levi just took a step over it. Something so personal, seeing Levi actually look somewhat vulnerable- it's so different but somehow so right. 

It also sobers you up. You nod, swallowing hard. Levi nods and sighs, then lets go of your wrist. You stare at him for a second longer, like you're still trying to understand what just transpired between you, and he groans. "Get out of the car or I'll throw you out."

Yeah, that's more like it. You nod again and grab your bag, then open the car door and step out. You turn back to him, so many things at the tip of your tongue, but you settle on, "thank you."

He nods. You close the door. He speeds off.

So you do what he told you to. You change into your comfiest pajamas, grab all of the junk food you've got stored in your cupboards, seize your fluffiest blankets, and curl yourself up on the couch. You put on a sappy movie and let your mind go numb as you watch it.

Admittedly, it is nice to have the afternoon off. The anxiousness that had settled in over lunch is almost completely gone. You spend the hours eating, watching movies, and scrolling aimlessly through your phone. You text both of your friends to check up on them again, and you consider texting Levi to thank him again, but you end up deciding against it. An extra thank you feels like too much; the last time you'd thanked him repeatedly, he'd threatened to throw something at you with his usual level of affection.

At 5:30, your phone buzzes with an email. It's a notification from the front desk below that something has been dropped off for you. You frown at it. You haven't ordered anything recently. Unless your parents are sending you something?

Uncaring, you head down the elevator and to the front desk in your pajamas and a comfy sweater. The lady hands you a small box, neatly packaged. "Did it come by mail?" you ask, looking for a postage stamp or return address.

She shakes her head. "Some man dropped it off."

You thank her and bring it up to your room, then grab your scissors to open it up on your kitchen table. Your jaw drops and the scissors clatter to the counter when you realize what's inside.

A small box of tea, and a box of chocolates.

Bewildered, you take them out of the box, flipping them over in your hands. Out of all the tea you could've been sent, it's your favorite kind. And chocolates- not the cheap ones either. It's not a large box, but it still looks pricey.

There's a note. You pick it up to read it.

Stop worrying about work.

-Levi

You're not sure whether to laugh or cry. It's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for you. He remembered what your favorite kind of tea was. "Oh, Levi," you sigh to yourself, smiling like an idiot as you stumble towards your kettle and start to boil hot water. Do you text him and thank him? Would he want to be acknowledged for this, or is it something he just wants to sweep under the rug? With Levi, you can never tell.

Your fingers hover over your phone screen on Levi's contact. Then, you click the power button and run to your room to change into something more suitable for going out.

You'll thank him, alright- in the same sort of way he cares for you. Subtle and under the radar, but still an indication that you know him and you care.

"Thank you, Levi," you murmur to yourself as you slide on your shoes and run out of the apartment. Your tea will have to wait.

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Levi isn't really surprised when he arrives at the office the next morning and you're there before him. He knows taking the afternoon off yesterday had required convincing, so he figured you'd be in early and ready to go today.

He passes by your desk, eyeing you carefully for any signs of exhaustion, but you just smile at him and say, "I'll start your tea." 

No dark circles under your eyes, no stiffness in your movements. Good; you must've gotten sleep.

Levi is a bit surprised, though. He'd expected some sort of text from you after he dropped off the tea and chocolates yesterday- not that he wanted one. He just figured you'd send one. He's a bit lost in his thoughts and doesn't notice the large box on his desk until it's right in front of him.

"The fuck?" Levi grumbles, prying the top of the box open. "Who's leaving me shit?"

He pulls the top open and nearly laughs, because he knows instantly it's from you.

Cleaning supplies. A new carrying cart (the old one's handle was cracked in two places), a roll of paper towels, more glass cleaner and disinfectant wipes and basically everything he had been nagging the janitor to restock for the last month. It's all piled neatly into the cart, but the kicker is the box on top: black tea. His favorite. And it's the expensive kind too.

He pulls the taped note off of the tea box.

Figured these needed restocking.

-R

Levi's lips twitch. Red.

He glances up and out his door, but you're still in the kitchen, giving him the privacy of opening this on his own. So this was your thank you. Well, he could definitely get used to this. It makes his heart flutter in his chest in a way he's never felt before- like a warmth spreading from his core to the rest of his body.

When you bring him tea, for the first time, he tells you it's good.

The smile on your face makes his entire week.