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Eren

"Okay, okay, I get it, just, fuck—stop!" 

Oh?

But I don't want to stop. This piece of shit is getting what he deserves. In fact, he deserves worse than the few punches I already hit him with. After all, there is one rule in The Three Walls, and it's very simple: don't touch the dancers. Do men follow that one simple rule? No, because they're stupid and disgusting. 

And so it is my job to escort them out and beat them to a pulp.

Well, my job is just to escort them out. I just prefer to also beat them to a pulp. It’s the only way to get through to their thick skulls. Pain, is what these men understand.

"Never fucking come back here again," I hiss, my fist raised and ready to strike. It's already stained with his blood because the fucker's nose broke (good), so what's the point in holding back now?

He looks so pathetic, too. They all do. This one is small and scrawny, but even when they're big and strong, they don't stand a chance against me. They'd have to be an expert in martial arts to be my match, and even then. They always lose, because they never expect a woman to be able to take them down. And by the time they realize I mean business, they're already bleeding. So. 

"I'll never come back here! I promise!"

I think I heard this guy say he was a lawyer earlier, so I back off for now. Not interested in getting a lawsuit. Who would protect Levi if I were gone? I'd have to trust Reiner to do his job, and, hard pass. For a big dude, he doesn't deliver blows as hard as I do. He also avoids kicking them in the nuts, which I never pass up on. 

"Scram," I tell him, and he runs away before I have a chance to kick him again. Too bad.

I head back inside and ignore the hard look Mikasa, my sister and the owner of the place, gives me. She knows I go too hard and could get in trouble, but it hasn't happened yet, so, whatever. She won't fire me, I know as much.

I head straight to the bathroom to wash off my hands, clicking my tongue when I see a speck of blood on my shirt. It's black so it's hard to see, but it kind of shows in the light. Ew.

I make my way to the employee locker room and find myself a new shirt, chucking this one off.

But then I feel eyes on my back, and so I turn to find Levi standing there, watching. 

God, she's so beautiful. Thought so the moment I met her a few months ago when she was hired, and if anything, she has only grown more beautiful since. She looks like an ethereal goddess, with that sharp jaw and mesmerizing stormy grey eyes, that slender waist and those wide hips.

I smirk, not bothering to hide my chest. It'd be stupid, considering she is wearing close to nothing. The men in here really don't deserve to be looking at her. She's too perfect. 

"Hey, you okay?" I ask. The guy only grazed her when he tried to grab her ass, but still. I'd be losing it if a guy looked in my direction for too long. I don't know how she does it, performing for them. Having those ugly eyes on her all the time. 

"Are you?" She asks, approaching me with slow strides. Her gaze flickers down to my hand and she clicks her tongue. "Those'll bruise. You should ice it."

"Will you ice it for me?"

Levi hums. "If you wanted me to touch you, all you had to do was ask. Luckily for you, I have some time. If you can sit still for 5 minutes."

I grin. "For you, I can do anything."

"I know." 

Oh?

She takes my wrist and guides me out of the employee room to the back room where the girls get ready. Though everyone’s on the floor now, so it’s just us in here. There's a mini fridge in the corner that she opens to pull a pack of ice from and guides me to one of the chairs by a giant mirror to sit me down on before also taking her seat across from me. Gently, she holds the pack of ice over my knuckles. "You really did a number on them this time."

I shrug. "He deserved it."

"Did you have fun?" She whispers, watching me curiously. "Did you break his nose?"

"I did," I say, replying to both questions at once. 

Levi smiles, clearly pleased by my answer and brings my hand to rest in her lap, the ice pack still held gently over my knuckles. "I have to be up on stage in 15 minutes. Will you watch?"

She always asks that. As if my answer would ever change. 

"Of course," I reply. "If anyone touches you, you know what'll happen to them," I add, winking at her. 

"I do…" her fingers gently caress my wrist, idle and familiar. "I know I can always count on you. Will you walk me to my car today as well? Sometimes I worry customers will wait outside until I get off my shift."

"Of course," I say without hesitation. I didn't know she worried about that. "I can always walk you to your car, if you want. You're safe with me."

"My hero," Levi whispers, removing the ice from my knuckles to look at the reddened skin. "There. Not as bad as I thought." She brings my hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to it. She always does this. It's why I want her to ice it for me. "Take it easy, will you? I don't want you getting too hurt on my behalf. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you…"

"Don't worry about me," I grin. "That's what I'm here for. Mikasa pays me good money for this." 

Though, I'd do it for free.

Her eyes glint with amusement. She has yet to let go of my hand. Every time we share some sort of physical contact, it only drags on longer and longer. And now… she sets my hand down against her bare knee, almost instinctive and casual and only seems to notice what she did moments after when her cheeks burn bright red.

God, she is so cute. I want to make a mess of her. I want her cheeks to burn red for entirely different reasons. 

"I have to go," Levi clears her throat, standing and leaving me behind before I get a chance to say anything.

But it's fine, because I got a great view of her ass as she leaves, so.

I linger a little, before I come to a stand and throw the ice in the trash and put my new shirt on the moment I'm back in the locker room. Kind of left my shit unattended, oops. It was for a good cause. 

"Hey, Eren," I hear from behind me, and recognize Reiner's voice.

"What's up?" I ask, closing my locker and putting on the lock.

"I was wondering if you were free this weekend? There's a gala I'm going to work for as security and they're looking for extras. It's easy money. Thought I'd let you know if you're interested."

Maybe in another life, I'd be. Hell, maybe a few months ago, I would have been, because I had honestly nothing better to do than work. 

But Levi works this weekend, and I'm going to be right here even if I don't have a shift. Just in case.

"Nah, sorry," I reply, straightening out my dark, black Metallica shirt. "Busy this weekend."

"Aight," Reiner nods. "Cool. Let me know if you change your mind. The pay's good."

"Sure."

I literally don't give a fuck. No amount of money would make me miss one of Levi's shifts and trust one of the other bouncers to do their job right. Men are always more lenient with other men, because they just don't understand what it's like when you get groped and didn't fucking want to be touched. 

And fuck, Levi gets groped so much more than the others. It's aggravating. Not that I'd want any of the other girls to be groped, of course. But Levi attracts bad men like a magnet. Is it because she's the most beautiful? The most ethereal? And the men can't help themselves as lesser beings with little to no braincells and no concept of consent? 

One of the men I punched last week said Levi had "wanted it". Only made me punch him harder, especially when he said she asked him to touch her. Why the fuck would she ask that? 

Ugh, men.

Whatever.

I head back to the stage just before Levi starts her show of the night. I stand in a dim corner, arms crossed over my chest and surveying the people in the club. So many men. So many of them ugly. They don't deserve to look at beautiful goddesses, but alas.

When Levi finally arrives on stage, I perk up. She's wearing a shimmery robe that doesn't hide much (it never does), and when she drops it, she reveals a tight, black two piece lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

Something about the disinterested way she surveys the crowd has them leaning in closer.

All the other girls smile, wink, giggle and give the crowd something to look at when they perform. But not Levi. It's as if she couldn't care less about being there.

Her face remains as impassive as a marble statue as she circles the pole a few times, her sharp heels dragging across the stage as she suddenly hoists herself up, twisting and twirling around the pole. She maneuvers her body efficiently, the music getting louder and louder each time her heels click back down onto the stage and she bends over. 

The hollering isn't ever that loud during her sets, everyone watches in an oddly quiet trance as she once again lifts herself up and falls into a perfect split, flicking her hair over her shoulder. It's then that our eyes meet and a hint of a smile quirks her lips.

It's not just the pole she works with, but the entire stage as she moves across, her movements both lithe and quick, like a cat’s. One of her maneuvers has her dipping back from the pole, exposing her chest and how tightly squeezed into the bra it is. That gets a rise out of the crowd. 

Her sets are never too long and vary, but when this one finishes and money is thrown on stage, she starts to collect them. Right then, one of the men closest to the stage grabs her wrist and she grimaces. He slips a bill into the string of her thong and leans close to whisper something. She looks revolted and also says something to him. 

Whatever she says for some reason amuses him and as she walks away, there's a grin on his face. It's only when she's at my side that she snatches the bill up from against her hip and hands it to me. It's a hundred.

"Here. For you. He wants a private dance. Do you mind standing by?" 

I frown. "Are you sure? He touched you. I could throw him out just for that."

"Hmm? Oh it's fine. I've seen him around a few times." Levi gently pats my chest. "Don't worry about it. This is why you'll be close by during the private dance, yes?"

"Of course. One wrong move and I'm taking him out back, though."

Her eyes glimmer. Even in the dim lights in this corner, I can see. "What'll you do to him? Break his nose? You should be careful with your hand, Eren.”

"My hand can take it," I smile, gently brushing my knuckles against her jaw. "Don't worry about me, beautiful."

"If I don't, who will?" Levi asks, stepping closer to me. Even with her heels, she still doesn't come face to face with me. 

She's so beautifully short, I want to scoop her up in my arms and take her away from here, away from all the ugly men who want to touch her. 

"Mikasa," I tease, because we both know how overbearing she can be, even if she lets me do whatever I want to these men to ensure they never come back. 

Levi rolls her eyes. "She doesn't count. She's obligated to give a shit." She leans close, pressing her lips to my cheek. "I should go. If I keep him waiting, he'll just want a longer dance."

Ugh. It should be me, getting all those dances. I'd happily blow all my money for it. But even with all the money I make, it probably wouldn't be enough. And then, if I'm too busy getting dances, how would I make more money? It's a catch-22 situation.

"Go," I manage, "I'll be right there."

She smiles, squeezing my hand gently before slipping away from me to make her way to one of the VIP tables that are typically curtained off during private dances. Aside from the cameras that are hidden at each table to ensure the safety of the dancers and avoid liability, of course.

I follow her, staying at a safe distance. The guy doesn't notice me at all, but then again, they never do. How can they, when they have a goddess in front of them? And although the other girls here aren't my type, they're all extremely beautiful. Not that I'm unattractive by any means, but I'm not dressed to be noticed when I'm here. So.

Before she shuts the curtain, she sends a wink my way. The dances can go anywhere from 10 minutes to 30, which is long as hell. I wouldn’t be able to dance for that long for a man.

When it passes the ten minute mark, it's clear that the dance will be going longer. It's precisely 35 minutes later that she emerges from the curtained off table. The asshole with her looks more than happy, but the look on her face is anything but content as she walks over to me, fixing the strap of her bra.

"I never want him back here again," she says, her lips drawn into a thin line. "He gave me a hickey."

"What?!"

I gently frame her jaw and tilt her head and see it; the sizeable mark on her porcelain skin. My blood runs cold and I have to swallow back the bile that rises in my throat. What the fuck? Why didn't she scream? Fuck, maybe she was too scared to. I should have gone in there with her. Even if we don't usually do that. Fuck the policy. Clearly these men are not to be fucking trusted.

"I'll fucking kill him," I hiss, seeing red. 

Levi slips closer, her arms wrapping around my waist. "I don't want you to get in trouble," she whispers, lifting her head to look at me, "you can't just kill people, Eren." She glances over her shoulder, just as the man she'd been giving a dance to leaves the VIP table. "Maybe scare him a little."

"A little? I'll do worse than a little," I grumble. Even her touch isn't enough to soothe me; I'm so fucking pissed. "Go see Mikasa and tell her what happened. I'll get rid of this douchebag," I say, reluctantly detangling myself from her before I march down to that fucking asshole and grab him by the collar. 

He grunts. "Hey, what the fuck?"

"You're coming with me," I practically growl, dragging him out the backdoor despite his protests and kicking him to the ground once we're out. 

He groans, but I don't give him time to move. I dig my shoe on his throat, pressing down hard until he chokes. He tries to speak, but he can't. Good, because I don't want to fucking hear it. 

"Why do you pieces of shit never know that you can't touch what doesn't belong to you?"

She belongs to me.

"Why do you think you're allowed to even be in the same space as someone so perfect?"

Only I should be allowed.

"You must think you're so big and strong, taking advantage of a girl like that when she's defenseless, huh? You're disgusting."

And only I should be able to touch her.

"S-Stop," he manages, and I move my foot away. Not out of mercy, but because I want to punch his face and I need him on his feet for that. So I drag him back up, not giving him a moment of respite before I sucker-punch him right in the jaw and he stumbles.

"Never show your fucking face here again," I tell him, delivering another punch right to his gut before I knee him in the balls. "If I ever see you near her again, I'm detaching your balls from your body and feeding them to you. Are we clear?" 

The man doubles over, yelping in pain before I grab him by his hair and pull hard enough that he whimpers. Pathetic. 

"The bitch said I could do it," the man spits, and I curl my lip in disgust. 

Typical. Always blame the woman.

I deck him in the jaw for this, and something cracks. Good. He yelps in pain and I ignore the throbbing in my hand before I punch him again, and again, and again, until he's spitting blood and his nose is definitely broken. I throw him on his ass and kick him for good measure, before I spit on his face and walk away. 

He got the message, I'm sure. 

And if I see his face again?

I'm killing him.

"Eren?"

Levi's soft voice echoes in the club bathroom where I'm vigorously washing my hands. I look up into the mirror to see that she's changed out of her lingerie, her body now covered in the simple outfit she came into work in.

"Are you okay?" Levi approaches me, stopping at my side. Her gentle hand presses to my back, brushing up and down.

"I'm fine. I should've done worse," I confess, angrily scrubbing my fingers clean. The blood went under my nails — ew.

"It's okay," she whispers, resting her cheek against my shoulder. "I'm sorry I bring so much trouble for you. The other girls don't have as many issues."

"It's okay. It's not your fault."

Levi shrugs. "I still feel bad… do you perhaps want to come over tonight?" She offers, her eyes finding mine through the reflection of the mirror. "I can make you dinner. As a thank you."

Oh.

"Yeah?" I smile. "I wouldn't say no to that."

"Really?" She smiles, her eyes brightening. "I can make anything you'd like. Name it."

Can I eat you?

Hmm, it'd be too early to say that. Too forward. So I just smile, drying off my hands and turning to face her. 

"Pasta?"

"Perfect," she reaches over, fixing the collar of my shirt with a delicate hand, "it's the least I can do for you. No place I've worked at has there ever been someone who put in as much effort in making me feel safe as you do."

I like hearing that. Even if I don't like that she requires that much protection. This is why I'm here even when I don't have a shift. I can't leave Levi alone.

"I can meet you out front in a minute. I'll just go grab my things," I tell her. 

"Sure. I'll wait by the front," Levi leans close, her lips shyly brushing against my cheek before she slips away. But I catch the red flush of her cheeks just as she leaves.

Would it be too presumptuous of me to think I could maybe fuck her tonight? We've been dancing around each other like this for… months, honestly. We've been at it since the beginning. 

But maybe tonight wouldn't be good. She just got assaulted by that man… she may not want to be touched that way. 

We'll see, I suppose.

I wash my hands again just for good measure and then go change for the second time after I see some fucking blood on my shirt again. No way I'm going for dinner at Levi's place with some ugly man's blood on me. Ew.

Mikasa catches me on my way out, clicking her tongue when she sees my bruised hand. She shakes her head but doesn't comment on it, then says, "can you tell Levi I sent her the footage she requested? Thanks."

And with that, she walks past me leaving me confused about what the fuck kinda footage she meant.

Is it about what happened with that man? Why would she want footage of him assaulting her? 

Maybe for the police?

I kind of want to ask about it, but also am afraid talking about the footage would just make things worse for the both of us. Her, having to relive it, and me… if I ever see that footage I might actually kill a man. 

So I keep my mouth shut when I meet her outside and smile, gently brushing my hand against her arm. "Ready to go?" 

Levi smiles instantly, despite the permanent scowl she wears on her face all day. "Do you want to drive or should I?"

…does this mean she wants me to stay the night? If I drive us to her home, that'd leave her car here, meaning I'd have to be the one to drive her here tomorrow.

Wow, maybe we are going to fuck tonight.

I grin. "I can drive. You can be my passenger princess," I say, taking out my keys and leading her to my car, opening the passenger door for her.

This seems to please her. Greatly. She flashes me an innocent smile, slipping into the seat. "I can provide direction. I won't be completely useless."

I brush my fingers against her jaw. "You'd never be useless. You're too beautiful."

"Ah," Levi chuckles, "so being beautiful means I'm not useless. I'll keep that in mind," she teases, leaning into my touch, "you make work enjoyable, you know. Despite everything."

"Yeah?" I smile, brushing my thumb across her chin. She nods, and I nearly lean down to kiss her, but I abstain. I don't want our first kiss to be in a dirty parking lot, so I close her door and get in the driver’s seat.

Levi tells me where to go, and I find out her place is not too far from mine. A coincidence, surely. I park in the front and am quick to open the door for her before she has a chance to, and she looks amused by it, though she doesn't comment.

She leads me inside a pretty small apartment, but very well furnished and neat. Simple, but lived in. There's various photos along the wall and plants here and there that give the apartment a cozier feel.

"Nice place," I say. "Very clean."

"Thank you," Levi replies, setting down her bag just as something dark and furry brushes against my leg. It's a cat. "Ah, the elusive warlord has made her presence known. She likes you." 

"You have a cat?" I chuckle, leaning down to pet the furry child. "What's her name?"

"Armageddon, the dark ruler of all." She then grins. "I’m kidding. That’s Tikki. She's a rescue," Levi explains, watching the two of us, "I couldn't help myself. Honestly, if it wasn't for my job at the club, I'm not sure I'd have been able to pay for her medical bills."

"Is she sick?"

"She was," Levi leans down, gently brushing her fingers through the dark fur, "she's better now though. All thanks to the ugly men who throw themselves at me." Her gaze flickers up to me, mischievous. "So they're of use in that regard at least."

"Good, otherwise they really should all be dead."

"They serve a purpose." She stands up straight, unzipping her jacket. "You wanna help me in the kitchen or play with the cat? She'll demand attention either way, choose wisely."

"I can do both?" 

Levi laughs, motioning for me to follow her into the kitchen. "Think you can handle starting the pasta while I prepare the sauce?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm a chef on my spare time," I tease, following along and noticing Tikki stays close to her legs.

She gently rubs Tikki's head, unbothered when Tikki hops onto the counter and slips onto a spot in the corner where a baby blanket has been set up for her.

"She likes to watch," Levi tells me, heading over to the sink to wash her hands. "Do you like garlic bread? I made too much yesterday, you can take some home with you tomorrow."

Tomorrow. 

She wants me to stay. She definitely wants me to stay.

I grin, excited at the prospect. Not of garlic bread, but of devouring her.

"I love garlic bread," I say. But I'm not talking about garlic bread at all.

"Yeah?" Levi steps away, drying her hands as she casts me a glance. "I've never seen someone look this excited by garlic bread. I can make you extra." She steps away to bend down to grab a pot from beneath the counter. "What's your favorite shape?"

"Short. Long hair. With perfect hips."

She turns to look at me, amused but shaking her head. "You're ridiculous," she says, her pale cheeks glowing pink, "I meant pasta shape. You know what I meant."

"Literally not even. I thought you meant the shape of the bread."

"The shape of the bread?" Levi clicks her tongue. "I should kick you out of the kitchen for these jokes."

"Nooooo," I laugh, scratching Tikki's chin. "Hey, I've seen some odd shapes for bread Tiktok. This girl made one into a turtle."

"Well I hope I won't disappoint you with my simple bread." Levi laughs, setting the pot of water on the stove. 

"You could never disappoint me."

There's a look of surprise in her eyes that's quick to vanish, but she still offers me a small smile. "No? You sound so certain."

"Because I am," I declare, leaning against the counter, watching her. "I mean it."

She's silent for a moment. "I know you do," she says quietly. "Be right back, I’ll change into something more comfortable," she adds, slipping away to the hall leading into a bedroom. As she does, I also quickly wash my hands and try to make use of myself. Though, Tikki nudges my arm for attention and when Levi returns a few moments later, she's in a thin satin robe that covers nothing.

She’s absolutely mouth-watering. God, do I really need to eat pasta and bread? I want to eat her.

"It's a little strange having a guest," Levi muses, pulling out a sauce pan to set on the stove. "I never have people over."

"No?" I ask, inching closer, until my arm presses against hers. "So I'm special?"

Her eyes flicker up to meet mine and she smiles. "Is that what you want to hear? That you're special and unlike anyone I've ever met?"

"Maybe."

She hums, looking away from me to grab a cutting board off the rack. "You are. My knight in shining armor," she muses. "Tell me, what sauce would you like? I know it's not enough to make up for all the times you've been there for me but… I still want to make it up to you."

"You don't have to. I'd happily protect you until the day I die," I declare. Perhaps it's a little bold, but it's the truth. 

Thankfully, she doesn't seem the least bothered, smiling softly. "I'd rather you didn't die at all. What would I do without you?"

I nudge her, her skin so soft against mine. "Miss me terribly, I hope."

"Or follow you wherever your soul goes and drag you back," Levi grins, leaning close, "you're not getting away that easily."

"Oh, is that right?" I say, daring to brush my fingers against her arm. "Good to know, I had no intentions of getting away."

"No?" Levi smirks. "Good. Because obviously you've fallen into my trap and I won't be releasing you." She shifts, her body facing mine. "You know, you're more distracting than my cat is."

I chuckle, daring to place my hand onto her hip. "Sorry, I think I was meant to work on the pasta. Or the sauce, I can’t remember. But you're very distracting, too."

"Oh? Am I?" Levi clicks her tongue, leaning close enough into my space that her long dark hair brushes against my arm. "I can't believe you're pinning the blame on me," she sighs, shaking her head, "how ever shall I remedy this?"

"I can think of a few ways…"

"Oh?" Levi smirks. "Are you going to tell me or do I need to guess?"

I inch closer, cupping her chin and tilting her head up. "I think it's best if I show you. Wouldn't you agree?"

Without looking, she turns off the stovetop all the while maintaining eye contact with me, her eyes boring into mine. "I think I would. I'm more of a visual, hands-on learner."

"Yeah. I thought so."

It's all I say before I maneuver her against the counter, trapping her against it and slotting my thigh in between her legs. She looks up at me, expectantly, my hands gently grabbing onto her hips, slowly riding up the satin robe. The heat between us is palpable, a heat that's been simmering ever since we first met.

I trail kisses along her jaw, reaching to her ear before I teasingly bite at the lobe, and her breath hitches. "I'd rather have you for dinner than pasta," I whisper in her ear, before I pull away with a smirk, noting her rosy cheeks before I cup her face and crash my lips on hers.

She moans quietly, her hands coming up to grip my shirt, her nails digging into my chest through the fabric. She grinds into my thigh, her lips parting to release another moan that sounds like music to my ears.

"Maybe, you should get on your knees then," Levi murmurs, nipping at my lower lip and sucking on it hungrily. "I'm not wearing anything underneath."

Of course she isn't. I can feel how wet she is on my thigh, going through the denim of my jeans. My mouth will be far more comfortable, so I drop to my knees, looking up at her, my goddess, and open her flimsy robe to reveal her naked, beautiful body. I've seen most of it before, because she doesn't wear very much at the club, but this is different. This is for my eyes only. 

"You're perfect," I say, pressing a kiss to her stomach before I trail down to her cunt, glistening with slick I eagerly lick off her folds. She gasps breathlessly, leaning back against the counter with a quiet moan. Tikki chooses then to leap off the counter and scuttle away somewhere. Levi chuckles, lifting her leg to rest on my shoulder. 

"We scared her off," she murmurs, one of her hands tangling into my hair.

"Oops."

I do not feel sorry at all. I have waited for this for months, and now that I can finally taste her sweetness, all I want is to bury my face in her cunt, so I do. She moans when I lick at her clit, all swollen and hard for me. I teasingly bite, just a light graze of my teeth. She gasps, moaning shakily.

"Eren," Levi whispers, tightening her hold in my hair just enough to keep me still. She rolls her hips against my mouth, cursing quietly. "Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom…"

"Why?" I pull away, a devious smirk on my lips. "I want to see how much your legs shake when you cum standing," I declare, sliding my hand up her thigh until I find her cunt, two fingers slipping into that tight, deliciously wet heat.

She gasps, whining and clenching hard around my fingers. "You're more mischievous than I thought you were," she whispers, moaning and rocking her hips against my hand greedily, grinding forward and trying to fuck herself on my fingers. As if she can't contain herself. 

Beautiful.

She's perfect.

I bring my mouth back on her; greedily licking her cunt and sucking on her clit all the while I curl my fingers inside her, and she cries out, her knuckles turning white from how hard she grips the counter. Her hold on my hair gets rougher, her breaths quickening. 

"Eren… Eren, I'm so close," she moans, her voice strained. It's almost impossible to move my fingers from how hard she's squeezing and pulsating around them. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum… faster, please."

Oh, wow. I always knew she'd sound delicious when she begs, but my whole body flushes hearing her, my own clit literally twitching. I'm so hard and wet I'm definitely going to soak my pants, but I don't care. I fuck her faster, my tongue flicking against her clit as fast as I can, alternating between flicks and sucks because that's clearly what she likes best. She cries out, arching away from the counter and closer to my mouth, suddenly squeezing hard around my fingers. Her hand drops from my hair and she grips at my shoulder, digging her nails into my skin through the fabric. Her whimpers become muted as she suddenly squirts, drenching my fingers and my chin as it trickles to the floor in a steady stream.

"Don't stop, d-dont stop, keep going," she pleads, her moans pitched.

As if I'd ever stop when she makes such beautiful sounds. Will she squirt for me again, I wonder. It's so hot that she even did to begin with. Of course Levi would be a squirter. Or maybe she isn't, and I am the only one who could bring her there.

If that is the case, that'll do wonders for my ego.

Curses tumble past her lips between her uttering my name breathlessly. Her chest is heaving from the force of each ragged breath she takes in, moaning and grinding forward. Except her legs are shaking too much and she whines frustratedly, leaning back more against the counter. 

"'m so close, wanna cum… fuck, Eren I'm so, c—"

The rest of her words dissolve into a cry as she tightens around my fingers and more of her juices drip down to the floor, steadily growing the puddle down at her feet. 

Perfection.

"Fuck," she groans, throwing her head back, "Eren, I… I'm gonna fall…"

I believe that. Her legs are shaking so much. 

I rise to my feet, keeping my fingers inside her and wrapping my free arm around her to help her get steady. She leans her forehead against my shoulder and I kiss her head, pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly. 

She whines quietly, shuddering and clinging to me like a lifeline. Her grip is rough and desperate, even though she's completely limp against me. And yet, she's still so tight around my fingers.

"Do I get a turn?" Levi asks, lifting her glazed eyes to meet mine. "To touch you?"

I smile, kissing her nose. "You want to see how wet I am?"

Her eyes gleam with excitement and she nods, her fingers inching down from my chest. "Yes," she whispers, "I do. Very badly. I want to see how wet I make you."

I grin. "Show me to your bedroom."

She pulls away from me, only stumbling momentarily. But she doesn't let that stop her from dragging me down the hall toward one of the doors. She opens it and we're barely in before she's pushing me down onto her bed and climbing on top of me, smashing our lips together into a deep kiss.

I moan against her lips, hands resting on her hips, squeezing at the smooth skin. "It's gonna be a little hard to undress with you on top of me," I mumble against her mouth, biting at her lip.

"I can't help it," Levi whispers, "I've wanted you in my bed since I laid eyes on you." 

Her lips are passionate and desperate against my own, her hands framing my face and holding me still as she slips her tongue into my mouth with a quiet moan.

It's only then that she draws back just enough to yank my shirt over my head.

"You look too good to hide behind clothes," she murmurs, reaching down to cup my chest and squeeze.

"Yours too," I tell her, pushing the robe off her shoulders and letting it fall behind her on the bed. "You're a goddess," I add, my hand roaming up her stomach until I reach her breast and cup it, and play with her nipple under my thumb. 

She gasps, her mouth falling open in a drawn out moan. She's sensitive. But she doesn't allow me time to savor it and leans down to kiss me again and again, her hands drifting down to undo the button of my pants, lifting herself off momentarily to tug it down past my waist. Just enough for me to shimmy out of them and kick them off.

"I'm going to ride your face later," she purrs.

"Oh?" I grin. "You should. My face is yours to ride anytime," I tell her, grabbing onto her waist and flipping her over, pinning her to the bed and dipping my head in her neck, licking across the throat and sucking a harsh mark on her smooth skin. It annoys me to remember that an asshole did that to her earlier, but in a way, I want to cover her body with more marks so the one he left is hidden, lost in the constellations I'll leave on her. I want to make her forget he ever touched her. 

"Eren…" she utters my name breathlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist to draw me closer. "Wasn't I going to get to have a turn with you?" Levi asks teasingly, tilting her head to give me more space. 

"In a minute," I reply, trailing kisses along her collarbone until I dip lower and take her nipple in between my teeth, earning myself a sharp gasp and a quiet whine.

Levi arches against me, her chest shuddering beneath me as she squirms. "I'm really sensitive there…" she whispers, "it's not fair how well you know my body. It leaves me at your mercy."

I pull my head up, grinning. "That's exactly where I want you to be."

She laughs, breathless. "Of course it is. I didn't tell you to stop, now did I?"

"Oh, I see how it is," I laugh, dipping my head down to bite at her nipple again. She yelps and I start sucking on it, trailing kisses down her stomach until I'm back where I want to be: in between her delicious, creamy legs. I have a better view of her cunt now, all wet and glistening for me. Beautiful. 

"Stop staring…" she mumbles with a deep flush that travels across the entirety of her face and neck. "Are you going to get to it or do a séance?"

"Can't I appreciate my meal?" I tease, licking over the wet folds and gathering as much slick on my tongue as I can. "I want to scissor you. Feel your wet cunt against mine."

Her breath hitches and she nods, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "Yes," she whispers, "I want to make you squirt on me," her lips stretch into a grin, "could you?"

"Maybe," I say, straightening up and maneuvering myself in between her legs, hooking one underneath so our cunts can touch. I pause there, holding onto her leg. "I've never squirted before, but if anyone could make me squirt, it'd be you."

She hums, her thighs trembling as she experimentally grinds up against me. "You feel good," she groans, audibly sucking in her breath, "I've never done this before."

"Sex with a woman or this position?"

She watches me, a smile slowly lifting her lips. "You want to hear both, don't you?"

I squeeze her leg, grinning. "Maybe. I'd love to hear you're a virgin and I'm deflowering you."

"You're the only one who'd matter," Levi murmurs, her breaths more pitched as she grinds up against me, "so yes, you may as well be deflowering me because the things you make me feel… they're nothing like I've ever felt before."

It's all I need to know. 

I use my flexibility to bend down to kiss her, hard and rough, devouring her lips before I push my tongue inside her mouth and kiss her senseless. She moans under me, and I start to rock against her, slow at first because of the angle, and then faster when I straighten up and manage to properly scissor her like I've been wanting to for so long.

Why did I even wait? I should have fucked her on the first day. Give her a taste of what it's like to be with someone who worships her, who thinks she's the most beautiful woman to have ever walked this earth. 

Because she is. The most gorgeous, the most ethereal. I could paint her if I knew how. Maybe I'll learn just so I can immortalize her beauty. 

"Feels good?" I ask with heavy breaths, watching how her face is twisted in pleasure, how her eyes are closed and lips parted to let out the softest of moans, cascading past her lips even when she bites down on it. She looks beautiful when she's lost in her own pleasure, a sight I hadn't been able to easily see earlier when I was on my knees eating her out. But now, she is mine to behold, mine to touch, mine to fuck. She feels so deliciously wet against me, our cunts rubbing against each other in a frenzy. 

My name falls from her lips in quiet gasps and moans, her whines growing pitched and her thighs trembling the harder I grind against her. 

"Eren… fuck, I'm… I'm," she groans, sucking in her breath harshly as her half-lidded glazed eyes find mine, "so close… you feel so good," she swallows hard, arching up against me despite the exertion on her face, "I want you to cum first."

"Yeah?" I let out a shaky breath, grinding a little harder against her. I'm so close to cumming too, my clit as hard as a literal rock. We're both so wet every movement makes us squelch, and honestly, I want nothing more than for us to squirt on each other. 

"Uh huh…" she breathes out, trembling the longer we go. I can feel her body tensing beneath mine, her hands fisting into the sheets below. "I just… ah, need to hold out longer than you."

"Can you?" I tease, my fingers digging in her leg.

She whimpers, her brows furrowing as she bites harshly into her lower lip. "It's… it's not fair, I've already cum," she breathes out, "I'm more sensitive."

"Mhm," I say proudly, grinning widely as I angle myself even better and she whines in respond. "Then cum for me. Come on, Levi. Squirt all over me. You know you want to."

She struggles to get words out, her chest heaving and barely formed sentences getting caught in her throat, lost in her moans. Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, her lips reddened from how hard she's biting into them.

"I-I… Er—Eren, I'm, fuck—!"

Levi's cry is sudden and sharp as she goes completely rigid against me, nearly tearing out of my firm hold as her body spasms and writhes. She squirts between us, the constant motion of our grinding hips only making her cry harder as her orgasm takes her. The added wetness against our cunts makes it easier to grind, the sounds absolutely obscene. 

"You're so fucking hot," I tell her, a loud groan ripping from my throat. I'm so damn close it hurts, but I don't want this to end either. Not that it would, because I'm sure this is the first round of many, but I love the feeling right when I'm about to cum and I always want to make it last. 

But I'm too stimulated, I'm too close, and soon enough I find myself tipping over the edge, my orgasm taking me by force. I moan her name, so ridiculously loudly, louder than I've ever been. I keep cumming, my orgasm building up again for a second round, and holy shit, the second time is even stronger than the first. I squirt, or I think I squirt, because I don't know what this feeling is but everything is suddenly so wet and fuck fuck fuck it feels so stupidly good my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

And then the high starts to drop and finally I can breathe, my entire body shaking from the strength of the orgasm. I pant, letting myself fall beside Levi, my eyes glazed over.

"Holy shit," I manage, blinking at the ceiling.

"Holy shit indeed," Levi mumbles from beside me, curling against my body as her ragged breaths fan over my shoulder in gentle puffs. "You're amazing."

I tilt my head, brushing her hair out of her face before I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. 

"You're the one who's amazing," I reply, because I'm corny as shit.

At least she finds it funny, chuckling quietly and nestling closer to me. "I actually did intend on cooking for you," she murmurs.

"Oh, right, that's what we were doing," I laugh.

She presses a kiss to my cheek. "Yes. I had this whole night planned out to woo you with dinner and dessert and then fuck you, but… I guess we'll be doing things backwards today."

"Oh, you had a plan? Lucky for you, I was already wooed," I admit, slowly moving my fingers up and down her arm, caressing the soft skin. "I've been wooed for a while, actually."

Her brows arch, but she smiles. "Well I figured you were feeling some type of way with how you were beating those men and watching me during my sets… though I figured I just made you horny."

"You do make me very horny."

"Then we should've been fucking backstage this whole time," she remarks, pushing herself up onto her elbow to look down at me. "Maybe we should."

"I would love that. Take you apart while those men fantasize about doing the same to you," I say, bringing my hand to her cheek, softly brushing my thumb against her cheek. "But only I have the right to touch you."

"I only want you to touch me," Levi murmurs, leaning down to press her lips to mine. "All those dances I do, they're for your eyes only. I thought about what it'd be like to give you a dance."

"Oh? That can be arranged. Right now, in fact."

"You want me to dance for you right now while my legs are shaking?"

I grin. "Oh, yeah. That'll make it even better."

Levi clicks her tongue, shaking her head. Though there's a smile on her lips. "I had a pole installed in the spare bedroom, actually."

"That's hot as fuck."

"Yeah?" She leans closer, her lips ghosting over mine. "I wouldn't mind giving you a private performance."

"Mmm, please do."

She sits up, smoothly slipping out of bed as she holds out her hand to me. "I'll put something nice on for you while we're at it. Something I haven't worn for anyone."

"Oh? Color me curious," I say, taking her hand and hopping off the bed. "I bet it's sexy."

"It is. You should close your eyes while I change."

I do as I'm told and close my eyes, happy to let her lead the way. "As you wish, madam."

Levi laughs at that, taking my hand and guiding me toward what I assume is the spare room.

"You didn't have to close your eyes right this second, but this works," she teases. I hear a door being clicked open and her gently guiding me inside before shutting it behind her. Her hands gently press to my shoulders, pushing me down onto a soft cushion. "I furnished the room with a sofa and used the closet here for my work outfits… for the purposes of separation," she explains, drifting away from me.

There's light shuffling for a few moments before I hear the familiar click of heels across the floor.

"You can open your eyes."

I open them instantly, and my eyes fall to my perfect goddess who's wearing a tight, lacy black lingerie that covers… literally nothing. It'd be too risqué for the club. The material around her chest is completely sheer and see-through and in the place of the thongs and skirts that usually leave her decent, there's merely two strings that leave her completely open and bare. 

The heels she wears are also new. 

An outfit unseen by men, for my eyes only. 

She has a small remote in her hand and she clicks a button, starting the stereo in the room. Music comes pouring in.

"What do you think?" Levi asks, her voice low and sultry as she glides over to the pole.

"You're so fucking sexy," I manage, my throat feeling so raw. I'm speechless, truly. I'm sure I'm dripping on the soft cushion I'm sitting on. 

She smiles, her cheeks evidently red even under the dim lights. Her hand grips onto the pole and she does a small twirl around it, her leg easily hooking onto it.

"So are you. It's the first time I've been wet during a dance," she remarks.

My eyes drip to her cunt, glistening under the light. I bite down my lip to stop myself from getting up and ravaging her right there and then. 

"I can see that."

"Can you?" She turns around, her hands still gripping to the pole as she bends over. "Are you thinking naughty things?" She asks, straightening herself out and hoisting herself up onto the pole, her strong legs and thighs keeping her locked in place as she slowly lets go and dips back just to meet my gaze.

"Oh, yes," I reply, my eyes not leaving her for a second. My hand drips in between my legs, fingers finding my clit, all wet and swollen from all that slick. I rub circles on it lazily, my breaths slow and deep. "I'm thinking about fingering you from behind while you hold onto that pole while your legs shake in these heels."

Levi laughs, her body twisting and twirling to the music, creating an almost hypnotic effect as she drops back to her feet and circles the pole with long, elegant strides.

"Is that so? You want to watch me struggle to stay upright?" She asks teasingly, angling her body to face me as she drops into a crouch and exposes herself shamefully, dragging her free hand up her thigh, slowly and deliberately.

"God, Levi, you're killing me."

"I am?" Levi asks innocently, pushing herself up and strutting away from the pole, coming toward me. She reaches out, gripping me by the shoulder and pushing me back against the sofa as she slowly straddles my lap. "And here I am doing this out of the kindness of my heart."

I bring both my hands to her hips, looking up at her in awe. "You drive me crazy."

She hums, grinding forward in my lap with breathy sighs as she sways her body to the soft lull of the music in the background.

"Usually I have a policy against people touching me during the dances," she muses, "but I think I'll make an allowance for you. Do you want to touch me, Eren?"

"Yes," I breathe out, my nails digging into her perfect hips. "I need to. I want my hands all over you."

"Then touch me," she breathes out, her lips ghosting over mine, "this is all I've been thinking about since we met — all of my dances have been for you."

God, how did I get so lucky? That such a perfect goddess would want me, that all her beautiful dances were for my eyes only. I grin at her, my hands roaming up her stomach and her chest until I reach her neck, then her face. I pull her close, crashing my lips on her and kissing her senseless. She moans against my lips, grinding against me until I bring my hand back down between her legs and push two of my fingers inside her wet cunt, still throbbing for me.

I fuck her on the couch until she squirts all over my fingers, then lay her down so I can eat her out again. I take my sweet time, making her come apart with just my tongue. She's a mess when I'm done with her, just like I want her to be. 

My beautiful, beautiful mess.

Mine.

All mine.

When I wake a few hours later after several more rounds of fingering and pussy eating, I feel disoriented. It takes me a moment to remember I'm not in my own bed, and when I realize I'm at Levi's, I yawn and turn around to wrap my arm around her and pull her close to me… only to realize she isn't in the bed with me.

Huh?

Frowning, I sit up. The room is dark, but the light from the city illuminates it enough for me to see Levi isn't here. 

I get out of bed and pad through her room, confused. I head out in the dark hall and figure she must be in the bathroom, but when I walk past it, it's empty.

Where the fuck is she?

I hear a strangled noise coming from the room next to it, and then I notice light coming out the doorframe, right at the bottom and spilling into the hall.

Another strange noise peers through, but it sounds like it's coming from a screen. Is Levi watching something?

I open the door as a loud crack fills the room, and then my eyes fall on it. Levi's computer, the screen bright with a footage I easily recognize once my eyes adjust to the sudden burst of light.

It's me.

It's me, and that fucking guy from earlier. The one who assaulted her. It’s a footage of me beating him up.

What?

"Levi?"

She suddenly shifts, her eyes landing to me and she slams the laptop shut. "Eren," she gives me an easy, sweet smile, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"What were you watching?"

I already know the answer. It was clear as day. Still, I ask, because, what? 

"Nothing interesting," she rises to her feet, drifting over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. "I got sidetracked. We can go back to bed."

Uh, no.

"Levi," I say firmly, my brows narrowed. "Did you request this footage from Mikasa?" 

I thought she had wanted the one where she got assaulted so she could, I don't know, show it to the police or something. Maybe. But this wasn't it at all. 

Her hold loosens, her arms drifting down until her hands rest on my chest. "I did. Yes. I like to keep an inventory of the men you cross paths with. Just in case."

"In case of what?"

She gnaws at her lip worriedly. "In case they come back and want to hurt you. It takes one angry psycho willing to cross the line. It also… reassures me to see the footage."

"Reassures you?"

"Mhm…" Levi lifts her hands to my cheeks, framing my face, "to see how strong you are, how dependable. It's silly… isn't it?"

Oh.

So that’s what it is. I see. Makes sense. With all these men going after her, it must reassure her to know none of them can take me on, and I can get rid of all of them for her. 

"It's not." I place my hands on top of hers, gently brushing my thumbs across her skin. "I told you I'd protect you. I'm just sorry these men still manage to put their hands on you."

"Don't be." She leans up, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. "I'm never truly afraid. I know you'll be there, I can always count on you to have my back. I know no matter what you'll come and protect me."

"I will," I promise, leaning my forehead against hers. "I always will."

Until the day I die is what I said, right? 

I meant it. 

I mean it even more now.

Levi is mine to protect.

Mine.

Levi

Everything went according to plan.

…which is a very cliche thing to say, but it’s the truth.

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I planned everything to the last detail, including the installation of the pole in the guest bedroom where I knew I’d be performing for her and the apartment that I rented last minute to be closer to her. I always want to be closer to her.

I watch her still, sleeping form beside me, her chest rising and falling in steady breaths. It has only been a week of this paradise, this sweet bliss but I already feel spoiled and I know my addiction will only grow.

Coming home from work with her has been everything I could ever want and all it took was a little bit of careful planning. 

After all, her desire for me had become clearer over time. I knew from the moment our eyes met when I was in the middle of a show that something had sparked between us. It already had during my interview with Mikasa when I caught her watching from a dark corner and…

Of course it grew. Curiosity gnawed at me. 

I put that to the test later on my very first week working at the club when I went to her, expressing my discomfort for one of the clients who had touched me. He really had. There was a strict policy at the club that none of the girls were to be touched.

Typically, I would have stomached this. And dealt with it myself. 

Regardless of the rules, many of the men got handsy. Rarely with me. They knew better than that, but this one must’ve seen the risk as worth it. I stopped myself from snapping and instead… allowed my curiosity to lead me to the bouncer whose eyes glowed viciously under the club lights, her body taut for violence. I could practically taste it, just how much she hated these men.

Eren beat the man without a question.

Without hesitation.

From then, I knew exactly what I needed to do.

The passion between us only unfurled more and more from then on. For every man that so much as grazed me, she found them and beat them — ensuring they’d never return to the club ever again.

Some of them still did.

The fear in their faces amused me. 

It might’ve been sloppy of me for asking Mikasa to share the camera footage with me. I did it purely for my own records and to make sure I never forgot the faces of the men Eren crossed paths with and maybe… it was a bit of a trophy. Me and my tapes.

It’s how she nearly found me out last week.

My heart had dropped from my chest. 

Amongst those videos, there were also the videos from the private booths girls gave clients dances in. Including my booth, where I told that client he was allowed to touch me, mark me.

His repulsive, hot breath had left me feeling unclean for days but it had been worth it for the look on Eren’s face and of course, propelling our relationship further. Plus, I love to see her passion, that burning rage that she takes out on these men. She’s so beautiful when she lets herself be free, my beautiful knight in shining armor. Not that I couldn’t take care of it myself if I wanted — I used to, after all. But I like it better when it’s her and I get to see her in her element. 

I have a better place for the tapes now and I won’t make the mistake of reviewing them when she’s here. Maybe I’ll admit to her at some point how I orchestrated fate in our favor, but who else was going to do it?

I’d never leave anything to chance.

Not love of all things. I love her too much for that, she’s too precious.

After all, our happily ever after is only just beginning.