#spitprincess

Fucking bullshit.

You stare at the graded paper before you and seethe from the inside out. An F? A fail?! But you’d studied relentlessly! The only thought you were having was how your mother was going to kill you when she finds out, you can practically hear her shrieking, “I’m paying heaps of money to put you through university and this is what you have to show for it?

Professor Nanami is writing something that looks vaguely recognizable on the chalk board, his tall but slim body looking oddly out of place at the front of the long classroom as you glare holes into the back of his blue shirt. There wasn’t a single person you hated more than him in this never-ending moment. You yawn and allow your head to fall heavy onto your crossed arms, hiding your shameful test results. You could listen to Professor Nanami with your eyes closed based solely on the fact that you would be failing the rest of this term if your test results were anything to go by.

The rest of the lesson passes quickly as you fall victim to maladaptive daydreams, playing out every single scenario where you approach Professor Nanami and question his harsh grading. You aren’t a stupid girl, in fact, in every other class you were smashing your target or hitting above. What was this mans problem? You imagine slamming your paper down in front of him, arms crossed and little foot tapping the floor. “Do you hate me?”, “So you have favourites?”, or just a plain “what the fuck?!” were among the favourites you’d rehearsed. His face was cold as stone as he stared back before licking his lower lip and smirking, pulling his glasses atop his head, causing a pretty ripple in his hair as he stands absolutely towering over you. A large thumb lifts your chin to look at him as his eyes bore into you. Then his lips are on yours.

Wait what?

What?

You’re roughly pulled from your daydream by your hair as a pair of polished brown shoes stand at the foot of your worn school desk and a voice beckons your name. Professor Nanami is stood less than a foot in front of you waiting for an explanation. You shoot bolt upright in the uncomfortable wooden chair as your entire body feels like its been zapped by an electric fence. You can feel the blush in your face spreading to your ears as you push the strange daydream to the back of your degenerate mind.

“Sleeping through my lectures will not help you fix that broken grade, Miss Reader. Do you understand me? Or do I need to put it more plainly? It can’t be easy with a simple mind like yours, but I’m sure we could find a way to help you absorb what I’m saying.” His eyes are cold as steel and boring into your soul, he doesn’t even blink, he’s like a robot. You hold his gaze before risking a look around the classroom revealing that it is completely empty, not a soul to be seen, brilliant. So not only had you failed your test but you’d also voluntarily agreed to extracurricular activities whilst daydreaming about kissing your Professor, it sure was a great day to be you.

You panic, how were you going to salvage this? You needed to think quickly, but nothing was springing to mind.

Clearing your throat and calming your nerves you begin, “sorry Professor I didn’t get much sleep last night, I have a lot going on at home so am finding it difficult to participate in classes at the moment.”

You are?

He lets out a small snort as he sits at the edge of your desk, peering down at you through his glasses, a look of judgement plasters his incredibly chiselled facial features, he is beautiful, and you’re happy to admit that, whether or not it could get you in trouble.

What?

“Your lies won’t cut it here, you’re excelling in all your other classes, algebra, languages and biology. These are not easy subjects and geography is a breeze in comparison, so why are you failing? Are you doing it on purpose?” Your attention is drawn to his strong throat and his Adams apple lifts and falls again as he swallows and you wonder if he is anxious about approaching you, not that he has any reason to be.

You feel anger bubble in your throat as you argue back, “I’m not a liar. I’m having trouble concentrating here. Your teaching, the class size, the fact the class is the last of the day, maybe you’re grading me too harshly! Have you considered that? Nobody else failed, so why did I?!” Your voice is shaking now and your knuckles are white as you push your nails into your palms, drawing blood. Professor Nanami looks at you for a moment before standing and heading back to his desk at the front of the class where he picks up a piece of chalk and some papers and begins to write.

“Question one is on plate tectonics, lets begin there. Would you care to explain the theory to me?” He turns and gives you a weirdly friendly smile, you calm your nerves and take a breath, opening your paper and looking at your answer, you read out the sentences you had written and cringe as you allow Professor Nanami to correct you, taking notes on his tutoring. Your personal four o’clock class finishes at just past seven as you both wrap up the test paper and Nanami wipes the board clean.

“In future Miss Reader, you come to me when you need help. You’re a smart young lady really, you know that, so put your brain to use. You’re going to do great things after your course is up so don’t discredit yourself over one failed paper.” He sits at his desk and waves his hand to dismiss you. “You’d better go now, I’m sure you have a worried boyfriend wondering where you’ve gotten to so late in the evening.” He pushes his glasses onto the top of his head, much like in your daydream, and you appreciate how good he looks for a moment. He’s aged yes, around thirty yes, but still gorgeous. You know the girls at University fawn over him, fighting to get even a slither of attention, and here you were, in a private tutoring session of your own, and without even meaning to.

You ponder the boyfriend comment before packing up and heading for the exit, deciding to test the waters you address him, “I don’t have a boyfriend Professor you see I simply don’t have time, and anyway, none of the boys here are mature enough to interest me.” You turn and give him a smile as you catch his gaze flitting up from where your stockings meet the fat of your thighs, you roll your eyes at him and shake your head as you sigh and leave for the night.

This was an interesting development.

-

Sleep washes over you as you awaken in your dream. Professor Nanami is sitting before you, he beckons for you to sit on his lap, you oblige and as you nestle against his chest, his fingers find the edge of your stocking, he traces lazy patterns on your thigh, eliciting a small sigh of pleasure from you. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek and plants a soft kiss against your neck, he pushes your soft hair behind your ear and begins to litter kisses on your sensitive lobe.

“Sweet thing, you smell heavenly, I just want to devour you.” He whispers. You throw your head back and invite him to suck and nip at your exposed throat, completely vulnerable in his arms you entrust him with your entirety. He groans as you manoeuvre your little waist to create friction with the fat of your ass and you’re met with the impossible hardness between his legs, this moment between the two of you feels like fireworks, everything is at a standstill and there is nothing but your two bodies, completely entwined, obsessed with each other’s perfect anatomy. You continue to explore each other physically as you mewl and sigh rhythmically, nothing has ever felt better than your Professors loving touch on your absolute innocence. You’d been with boys yes, but never a man like Nanami.

“Nanamin,” you cry out as he finds the hotness between your legs.

“Sweet girl, I’ll take the best care of you, just relax.” he speaks like sweet poetry from his mouth that tastes like the most expensive organic honey. Your breath hitches as he starts to disappear, you reach out but he is no longer there.

-

You jolt awake as you feel wetness pooling between your legs, the hotness and lack of friction so unbearable you are torn from the dream of all dreams.

Fuck, this is weird now.

Daydreaming about your Professor wouldn’t be the worst thing if you weren’t now absolutely sopping wet and grinding against your own mattress. You dare to slip a tiny hand under the waistband of your pants and give a little release to yourself, it felt unreal, and without realizing you were picturing him as you drive yourself to the edge and jump off head first. You’re picturing his pretty features and strong hands, his soft lips and authoritarian stare. In your head he’s praising you, “sweet thing, sweet girl” he says. You shudder as you come down from the satiating high and allow shame to encase you completely, rolling over, you stare at the screen of your phone.

5:38. A notification flashes from last night.

baby nobara: maps said you left uni at 7! wtf were u doing?? ps, shopping tmorrow?

You open the notification and type a quick reply.

you: was just studying, nothing important hahahah. sure! meet me at 11?

With that, you roll back over and let sleep nestle you gently between her arms.

-

It’s twenty minutes after your planned meet time that Nobara turns up, and holding a Krispy Kreme bag full of donuts and a doc marten tote housing at least one new pair of shoes, she’d obviously done a pre-shop, not that it was particularly out of character for her. Her gentle face is plastered with a mischievous grin as she runs and embraces you like two sisters might embrace after a long time away from each other’s presence

“I had to warm up before we got started!” she laughs at you, and all is forgiven in a matter of seconds. You’re both giggling as she opens the bag and makes you a peace offering of a strawberry donut, you eagerly accept as you discuss what shops you want to hit up today. You both spend hours browsing, trying on and chatting about everything, you don’t get to see Nobara often as you have alternating days on campus and your schedules clash horribly so the times you do spend together are cram packed full of mischief.

You’re walking past a load of stores as you approach Victoria's Secret and you immediately flash back to Professor Nanamis eyes on your stockings last night and his comment about your supposed boyfriend. Cogs are turning in your mind but before you have time to make the connection, you’re being dragged in, you have no objections and are pleasantly surprised by the variety of lingerie this particular chain of store holds. You pick out a few different numbers including a black corset body suit and a matching garter with stockings, you knew the reason for picking it out was completely inappropriate but it didn’t stop you from taking it to the counter and paying nearly 100 dollars for it. You grinned as you schemed yet another daydream waiting for your friend to decide on the bits she wanted.

You both decide on a little sushi place for lunch and as you fill your mouth with miso Nobara asks, “Who are you fucking? It has to be someone at university, that’s why you stayed so late, right?” The question completely winds you as you try not to choke on your food. Your eyes are watering as you try to explain that it was just extra-curricular studies. Nobara nods and rolls her eyes, “You don’t have to lie to me, I’ll find out sure enough.” She laughs as you pray she lets this go, shovelling some nigiri into her mouth she waves you off. “Chill,” she says as you allow your heart to slow in your chest.

You give her a hug as you finally part ways and she ruffles your hair, “See you around”, and with that she’s gone. You begin the walk home as you reflect on the events of today, you reel as you come to the realization you spent 100 dollars on a lingerie set for a man over ten years your senior who would less than likely ever find out you’d bought it. Unless.

No.

You shake the thought of trying to bait your own Professor after barely scraping by the last term, expulsion for indecent behaviour seems somewhat worse, at least you think. It also doesn’t seem good for Nobara to now suspect you have something going on with somebody, she has to know all the top gossip and you don’t doubt she will find a way. Now that you think about it, you should turn your phone location off. You know your friend would stalk you for the sake of some scandalous news she can tease you about. You giggle to yourself, you and Professor Nanami, what a thought.

-

The bell rings as you finish washing your hands, you stopped to use the bathroom before your final class of the day, Geography. You’d been anticipating this class, having chosen the black corset body suit with stockings to match, you’d paired it with a mid-length black satin skirt and an oversized cardigan, it was enough to feel comfortable in, and not break any regulations but enough for Professor Nanami to notice, which was just perfect. You wanted to test the waters after his comment and wandering eyes, you’d had time to stew over your awful test results and were wondering if maybe he was a little harsh with the grading. Either way, today would tell.

You hurry up the stairs and down the long corridor to the classroom where he lectures, there were around 30 students already settled in class and you could see your Professor writing on the board. You slip in quietly and take your seat at the back of the class, you shed your cardigan, giving a frontal view of your chest and begin to take notes. You ensure you pay full attention to todays class, not taking your eyes off the man at the front of your lecture room. You meet his gaze a few times and you sense him trying really hard to not allow his eager eyes to flit downwards, you wish for him to give you anything more than a feeling to go off of but he’s stone cold and hard as steel. As the class draws to an end Nanami dismisses the students and you wait until the room has emptied before you walk towards his desk. You wait for him to address you.

“Miss Reader, can I help you with something?” he doesn’t meet your gaze and instead continues typing something on his keyboard, you’re frustrated with how nonchalant he’s being, how you’ve probably misread the entire encounter, how you’ve created a whole reality from nothing.

“I, I was hoping maybe you would assist me with some questions I have from the class today Sir, if you have time of course.” If he wanted to play games, he would get games, you might be younger than him but you’re not stupid.

“That’s okay, you’ll have to give me ten minutes whilst I finish this email, then I’m all yours. Feel free to take a seat.” He motions for the first desk in the front row and you roll your eyes as you decide to make a stand. You pull a chair from the side of the room to Nanamis desk and sit directly opposite him, you take out your textbooks and begin to lay them out on the space behind his computer, sitting down you cross your legs, brushing his shin with your shoe. You’re sure you see his jaw tighten, but he plays it off by cracking his neck, the loud crunch distracts from the tension filled silence and you lick your bottom lip in anticipation.

He finishes with his email and pushes the computer screen to the side of his desk then leans back in his chair and loosens his tie slightly, he catches you watching the space above where his shirt is buttoned and smirks, “So what questions do you have sweet girl?”, it’s an innocent enough question but you’re walking a fine line and need to be careful. You make idle small talk about today’s class for an hour or so before asking your Professor to quiz you, it’s a shot in the dark but you’re hoping he will catch on.

“I’ve been revising, ask me any twenty questions, if I get them right you can pass me for that test!” you grin, proud of the compromise you’d come up with.

“It’s a good idea, but what if you get questions wrong? Does the fail still stand?” he laughs quietly, like he made a personal joke that only he understood, he allowed his eyes to trail down to the black floral lace encasing your chest, it wasn’t overly provocative (you were in university after all) but it was enough to make his mind wander. You test the waters again, trailing a finger over the top of the hem, outlining the soft of your breasts, Nanami shuffles in his seat and adjusts his legs, brilliant.

You allow your Professor to test you, answering all questions and waiting for each correct answer like a patient puppy, sitting for its master. At the end of the test you grin, over the moon with yourself for showing him you deserve a passing mark.

“I told you! I told you I shouldn’t have failed. You were definitely marking me too harshly!” You brush your leg against his again, and he doesn’t make an effort to move himself, he drinks you in through the round frames of his glasses that are sitting pretty on the top of his nose.

“Sweet girl, I never thought you were stupid, in fact, I think you’re rather smart. So tell me, why are you really here right now?” He sits forward in his chair and leans across his desk, towards you. Your faces are so close that you can feel his warm and tempting breath on your lips, your eyes close of their own accord and you lean in. He teases you with soft pecks and you fight back, bringing a hand to his chin but he beats you to it. Your hand completely drowned by his own, the sheer size difference a shock to your system, he holds your hand against his desk where your forgotten papers sit. With his other hand he brings his thumb just below your chin and lifts your face so your eyes can meet his, “Is this what you wanted all along? To kiss your Professor? Is this what your little get up today is about? You thought I wouldn’t notice the pretty lace? Do you know how good you look?” His rhetoric questions causing your heart to beat a hole in your chest you inhale sharply, trying to take control of your breathing once again.

“You failed me on purpose.” It’s slipped out before you have time to consider what you’re saying.

What?!

“And if I did? It’s only proved what I thought to be true all along. You’re a little degenerate, like me. I just wanted to test you, to know if you wanted what I wanted. Seems like you do, so tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you’re leaving, I’ll let you. I’m not going to force you to do anything, I respect your boundaries, and I respect that this is wrong. It just, feels so right. So deny it.”

A grown man, your professor nonetheless, sits before you in what feels like a dream, asking for you to stop this.

So stop it.

You take your free hand and pull his face into yours, you’re kissing again, this time with more desperation. It was like you were parched, and Nanami was a stream of fresh water, you couldn’t get enough, and it was like your entire life depended on it. His desk was the only thing stopping you from jumping across and allowing him to devour you whole, you thought about straddling his lap and allowing him to grab the soft fat of your ass. Not yet.

You pull away from the kiss and stand, looking at the man before you, his tie completely loose, a few strands of hair falling on his forehead allowing him to look dishevelled, his glasses slightly steamed up. He was a sight to behold and your heart was beating to within an inch of your life with the idea that you had caused it. Internally you were screaming, DON’T FUCKING STOP. But you had to, had to make sure this wouldn’t be a mistake. You leaned across the desk and picked his glasses off of his nose, placing them on your own and pulling them up, to push the hair off of your face. He looked puzzled and opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

You set about making your bed, the beautiful ivory sheets are pulled taught and your duck down pillows plumped, you fold your nightdress and set it down on the chair next to your window. A few years ago, Boss had bought you a record player for your 18th birthday, and it was crisp mornings like this that called for some soft, classical music. You place a record down gently and lift the stylus, as it makes contact your room is filled with ethereal sounds, you hum and dance around slowly, opening your heavy wooden wardrobe to pick something out that will adequately satiate Boss’s hunger.

You hold up a few lingerie sets in front of your nimble body and stare into the mirror, you’ve lost a significant amount of weight the last few months, you notice your chest has all but ceased to exist at this point, Boss will not be happy about that. You decide on a soft cream set, a corset that pinches your waist in and pushes your chest up to its maximum capacity, with beautiful satin panties that you’ve altered yourself. With your weight loss, a lot of the clothes you wear leave you swimming in them, you stitched darts into the front, pulling them in and creating a feminine silhouette that accentuates your barely-there curves.  You pull a pastel pink silk gown over your arms and set about applying a little make up. Pinching your cheeks and lips to draw the blood to them, you give yourself a natural blush. You pull a dark brown pencil through your brows, add white to the waterline of your eye and brush a few strokes of mascara over your lashes, finishing with a little clear gloss on your lips. Last night you’d painted your finger and toenails a soft cream, you add some pearl earrings and the necklace that Boss had given you when he first took you on.

You give yourself the once over in the mirror, making sure to not look too close, you figure that you don’t look as exhausted as you usually do, and for all intents and purposes, are ready. You wait. Its ten minutes to ten, when Boss is due, you sit patiently on the edge of your bed, your heart hammering in your chest, you’d stopped the music a few minutes prior, you know Boss likes silence, and you want to appease him. You roll your pearl earring between your index finger and your thumb anxiously, you hear the gate buzz and Jools answer. It’s a few moments before you hear his heavy footing stalks toward your door, you glare at the golden door knob, it turns, painstakingly slow. He knows you’re apprehensive and he likes to remind you of that. The door finally pushes open, assaulting the empty space between it.

You stare at him, he looks you over. He looks as grimy as ever, he is a short and stout man, with snow white hair and a beard to match, the golden tooth cap that covers one of his front teeth blinds you as he smiles from ear to ear, if you weren’t under so much pressure to please him, you might’ve thrown up at the sight of him.

“There’s my girl, as innocent as ever,” he looks straight through you before turning, closing and ensuring to lock the door. “don’t keep me waiting, stand up.” The instructions are clear as day, you stand on your weak legs, focusing everything you have on not letting Boss see how anxious you are. He steps toward you and reaches out; he draws a line from your bottom lip to your right nipple with his thumb. Your corset protects you from feeling his perverted touch, suddenly you are over the moon with your choice of undergarment. He picks at the hem of your pretty pink gown, he lifts it and you raise your arms instinctively, it’s soon removed and discarded on the floor behind him like a rag.

“I thought you might like this one, Sir.” Your breathing hitches as you await his verdict.

“You are right, little girl.” You feign a smile and give him your best doe-eyed look. He sighs, tired, turned on or frustrated you cannot tell, you wait anxiously before taking your next breath.

“I’m going to inspect you now, I have to make sure you are worth keeping, little Olive.” He moves to stand behind you and begins to unlace your corset. He easily removes it and places it carelessly on the bed. He steps so close you can feel him breathing down your neck, he looks down and observes you, with his hands reaching out he cups a breast in each hand. He places his thumbs and index fingers over your nipples and rolls them roughly, his cold, hard fingers fighting to get a physical reaction, you are not attracted to Boss in the slightest so it is hard to pretend you want him to continue, but if you close your eyes and think hard enough, you can just about picture somebody else, it’s what makes this whole ordeal that little bit more manageable.

“You’ve lost weight.” He observes, you panic.

“I have been working such long days, Sir, it was not on purpose, I promise.” You are apprehensive for what he will say next, to your surprise, he isn’t angered, in fact, he apologises.

“I have obviously not been supplying enough food, I will do better, and you shall have less work.” he continues his silent abuse on your tiny body, pulling your soft, brown hair over your left shoulder and continuing to roll your right nipple. He leans in and inhales your scent, you feel him let out a low growl, you can’t help the physical shudder that courses through you, you worry that you will start convulsing at any second, but Boss must have taken your shuddering as a sign to continue, something in him changes as he kicks your legs apart with his foot. Standing there in just those soft, silk panties, you are vulnerable, alone, completely at his mercy. You suck back a sob and picture all the times you have been at a mans mercy, you pray to a God that you do not even believe in that this will end soon, you are exhausted, completely shattered, absolutely broken. You just want peace.

He reaches his left hand into the front of your panties and feels your softness, “You are a good girl, keeping all tidy for me. I bet you even oiled yourself up this morning in anticipation. You did, didn’t you?” You can sense the dirty excitement in his voice, you nod, meekly in response, you have learnt very quickly that you need to sell whatever sick fantasy Boss is having to keep living comfortably, how you must remain his little bitch, to get your own way, eventually. You close your eyes and let go of any shred of dignity you were still grasping onto, you begin to grind into his hand, silently begging for him to give you something, to make him feel like you need him, he lets out low, perverted, guttural moan.

“You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?” It’s working.

“Please Sir. Touch me, please.” A silent tear breaks loose and wets your cheek, his erection tents and you feel it pressing against the arch of your back, you dare to reach a hand behind to palm him, he moans, without warning, you feel a finger roughly enter you, Boss layers his fingers with expensive and unneeded gold signet rings and although you hate to admit it, the cool of the jewellery feels fucking good. His alien finger curls upwards as your breathing hitches, feeling the golden rings rub against your hole.

“You are as tight as the day I took you as a young girl.”, you cringe at him bringing up your broken childhood as another silent tear falls, you try to ignore his perverted comment as you continue to palm his erection from behind you, he abruptly pulls his finger out as you are violently bent over your bed, he tears your pretty panties down to your knees.

“Put your hands above your head, and don’t move them, I’m going to inspect your holes now.” You feel him as he gapes you wide open, running a finger from your sensitive clit, to your pussy, he circles it, slipping a finger in to the first knuckle, you sense the second about to plunge into you when there is a strong knock at the door.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERRUPT ME.” You are frightened by how angered the man looming above you sounds. Afamiliar cold voice answers back. “Sir, it really cannot wait. Its E.S.” silence befalls your little room as the tension rises, you’re face down with your hands above your head, a finger in your cunt and your ass spread wide. You’re thankful there is a door separating you from the voice outside.

“Do not move, little girl.” You are frightened by the anger behind his words, you remain where you are, Boss stands up straight and strides to the door opening it wide.

“I will go, you are to take over here, make sure she is worth keeping, I’ll expect extensive feedback on my desk by eight tomorrow.” And with that, you hear his footsteps fade as he paces toward to exit.

-

You suddenly realise that someone is standing at your door and heat flushes to your ears, you jump up snatching what little dignity you could salvage as you speedily pull your panties back up, you protect your chest with your arms. Glaring at you, you meet the same pair of eyes you did yesterday afternoon, you are mortified, you try to say anything but nothing comes out and you stand there with your mouth wide open.

“You’ll catch flies like that, whore.” Levi retorts, this is the last thing you wanted to happen right now, or ever really. You barely have time to think before you instinctively bite back; “You’ll catch a slap if you keep staring at me like that,” you immediately regret saying anything, “what I mea…” you are interrupted as he strides toward you at a sickening pace, roughly grabbing your delicate throat, you whimper in response and a small smirk forms at the corners of your mouth.

“You’re disgusting.” Levi practically spits, this piques your interest.

“Are you going to inspect me, Mr Ackerman?” You should’ve closed your stupid mouth, but something inside of you wants to antagonise him, needs to antagonise him.

“If I had a choice, I’d not step within fifty metres of you.” He doesn’t hesitate for a second and you almost feel bad, but your mouth works faster than your brain.

“But you don’t have a choice, so are you going to?” He releases his tight grip of your neck and spins you so effortlessly you may as well have weighed the same as a stuffed toy, the next thing you know, you are face down in your mattress. With his palm forcing you down, he spits in your face, “you deserve nothing more than a beating followed by a rough fucking, I’ll teach you a few things about respect.” He’s angry, and you’re finally excited, you asked for something new, something different, and here it was, pinning you down and spitting in your face. Your heart swells.

You bait him, your next mistake.

“You think you’ll be able to teach me about respect? I apologise Mr Ackerman, but you are the man who just spat in my face. At least aim for my mouth next tim…” you are cut off as grabs a pillow and forces it over your face.

“I’m sick of the noise coming from you and I can’t stand the sight of you.” Levi stands up straight, letting the pillow go so it sits over your face as he removes his jacket, you hear him fold it and place it tidily on your chair, this humours you and you let out a muffled giggle. Levi pauses to look at you before he chooses to ignore you, giggling and with a pillow over your face, ass up in the air, he almost grabs it before continuing with his before task. He pulls a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and kneels, leaning over you and removes the pillow.

“Open.” His command is simple and you immediately follow, like a little puppy, his jaw tenses as he stuffs the handkerchief in your mouth.

“I do not like you, or even respect you, but I am not a monster, so, as I inspect you, if anything makes you uncomfortable, you are to raise your hand and I will stop. Understand?” You nod meekly and hide the blush rushing to your cheeks, never in your life has someone shown you such kindness, much less someone who so say hated you.

“You’ll use your hands now and spread yourself so I can inspect you now.” He sure wasn’t being unbearable, but he sure wasn’t living up to the beating and rough fucking he had promised you, his energy had changed, he was almost soft, or maybe you’d imagined that. Levi pulls a tight-fitting leather glove out of his pocket and slips his hand into it. He steps up behind you and grasps your little legs, and like you are nothing more than a doll, lifts you up onto the mattress with the rest of your top half.

“Keep your head down but stay on your knees,” he runs his hand over your soft rump and presses the arch of your back down, “well trained pets arch their back; it gives a better view to their owners.” The way he calls you pet makes you quiver with anticipation and you feel the slick building between your thighs. Levi must have sensed it because he pulls them down over your ass, painstakingly slow, you’re sure he’s doing it do you’ll feel them pull away from the slick forming at your embarrassingly eager cunt. Letting them fall to where your knees are planted he moves his face dangerously close to your slick covered hole, you feel his warmth in places you have never had touched before. You feel his finger circle your clit, being gently with his touch, sending shivers up your spine as a result. You dare to lean back into his touch. Men never touch you this way, really its only ever you who has circled your swollen bud with your nimble fingers, chasing your own orgasm, a real orgasm, not like the ones you orchestrate for the male gaze.

You wait for Levi to say something but he doesn’t, instead, he increases the pressure to the circles he is tracing, causing your breath to catch in your throat, you let out the tiniest mewl praying that he doesn’t hear it, he pulls his hand away.

“You are not supposed to be enjoying this, whore.” You let out a defeated sigh. Levi doesn’t move for a few minutes; you blush as you feel his eyes boring into your slick covered holes, you cannot see, but he is contemplative, he is thinking, wondering. You pray that he will say something else. Once again, he does not, he simply circles your swollen lips and probes his leather clad middle finger in. You swear you hear him let out a strained breath, but you’re not sure, your head is spinning and men don’t really take pleasure in stuff like this, do they?

He pushes in again, the furthest knuckle meeting your lips, he curls his finger upwards and rubs it against your walls, you know better than to make a sound, slowly, he pulls his finger out and you cringe at your wetness, your body must cringe physically as well because Levi picks up on it.

“Do you not like the sounds? To me, it is one of the best parts. I like to hear myself playing with the holes I fuck. It is a reminder of how depraved you are, how wet you get being manhandled.” With that he forces both his middle and ring finger into you, he curls up and rubs against your walls again, pulling his fingers back out, thrusting them back inside and repeating it over. You mewl again, but this time he does not stop.

“Listen to yourself, pet.” He continues his internal assault, though usually where you hate the assault left by men, you were enjoying his, you were hungry for it.

“Can you feel it building? Inside of your tiny body? Chase the end for me, I want you to.” Levi leans in and spits on where his fingers continue to scoop out of you like he was deseeding a melon, you squeeze your eyes shut and let the fire build in the pit of your stomach, you cry louder, your breathing speeding up, this pleasing him, Levi spanks you hard, his hands are heavy, and it hurts like hell, you feel your body about to reach its peak, you’re not sure how long you can hold off.

“I’m so… I’m so close… Please.” you try to cry out, but it comes as pathetic muffles through the handkerchief Levi had shoved inside your mouth, with that, he stops dead. In what feels like a nano second, you are flipped onto your back, held to the bed with Levi grasping your neck again. He straddles you, you cannot breathe he fists your throat so tightly you fear you may pass out, but you do not signal for him to stop, not once

His eyes stare into yours, they are full of lust; causing you to wonder if he secretly was enjoying this, that he may even like you, he shakes his head as if he heard your thought, you try your luck and dare to lift your hand and palm through his jet-black hair.

“Do not touch me.” He warns as he pins your hand above your head, his eyes turn back to the cold glare you’ve become quite acquainted with, he stands up and pulls you with the hand that was pinned against the bed.

You are thrown onto the cold wooden floor and your knees echo a cracking sound as they make contact, it stings, like an injured animal you try to crawl away but Levi is hot on your trail, he steps on your leg, just above your ankle, you are pinned, you try hard to wriggle out, but he is not weak. His shoe is freezing cold on your skin, the pain is manageable as he is holding back a little but you can feel a bruise forming already.

He violently pulls his belt undone and yanks his trousers down releasing his sizeable cock from the restraints of his boxers, “You’re making this harder for yourself, just stop wriggling.” You comply, feeling tired now, your little body starting to feel the abuse given to you over the last half hour, Levi’s eyes show a little pity as he flips you back onto your front, you knowingly kneel and push your holes on display for him as he removes his leather glove, with his trousers crumpled around his knees, he lines up behind you, he smacks your bare ass a few more times before collecting your slick on his fingers then coating his straining hardness with it before he palms it himself a few times. He presses the very tip against your hot lips before sheathing himself inside you completely.

Levi is much bigger than the men you usually take and you cry out and cover your own mouth with your hand, he reaches and pulls both of your arms tight behind you, grasping them both with one of his stern hands and the other continues to assault your ass cheeks with hard smacks.

“Don’t silence yourself, I want you to serve me as you would serve any other man, I want to hear you cry out, I want to hear you beg for me, I want to hear you come for me. Do you understand, pet?” You choose to stay silent, instead spitting out the handkerchief.

“I understand that you want me to do my job, I’m not stupid y’know.” A stupid, snide remark from you as he chokes you again, his fingers pressing into your windpipe. You’re sure he will kill you if he presses any harder. Levi slaps you hard, once, twice, thrice, you feel blood pool in your mouth as you realise he has cut your lip, you don’t hesitate as you spit in his face, the blood painting an ugly picture.

He licks his lips and contemplates his next move, he bucks his hips into you hard, you cry out, in pain or in pleasure, you are not sure but he continues to thrust in and out of you, reaching so deep inside you that you feel like breaking, yet you do not raise your hand. He releases the grasp on your arms, and they fall forward to support you as you are fucked, rough.

Levi reaches a hand around your legs and feels for your clit. He begins to rub slow circles again, and you feel it radiate deep inside your little body, he is unrelenting on his mission to make you come.

“Don’t hold back. I can feel you’re getting close.”, he reaches his other hand and pinches your left nipple between his fingers, he twists it hard and you mewl.

“Please don’t stop. Please. Please I want to come.” You’re barely audible as you practically whisper through your moans, the pleasure from Levi is unbearable, as t reaches its peak you see stars, you’ve never come like this before, like he truly cares about your pleasure, your body trembles and you come under his control, you can’t help but hold your breath as he releases his fingers from their current roles, and they grab your hips and fuck you back into him.

Continuing to come undone as Levi chases his own finish he grunts as he unloads ropes of come deep inside you, it’s warm and you welcome the feeling of being filled, suddenly, you are empty and his cock is gone, you feel his seed dripping out of you, your eyes grow heavy and you feel your chest heaving, the last thing you see is Levi scooping you up into his arms, you swear you saw a look of softness across his face, a look of hurt.

-

When you awaken, you are tucked into bed, a large t-shirt swallowing your sore body, you sit up and your head spins, it’s is dark outside and there is a glass of water and a small note on your bedside table, you sip from the glass and apprehensively thumb the note.

“I’m sorry” it reads. Levi. You cringe as you remember begging him for your orgasm. You’re pulled from your thoughts as your door quietly opens and Jools enters.

“Are you okay Olive?” he sounds genuinely concerned, “you’re covered in bruises… did he hurt you?” He looks away, clearly uncomfortable, again, you cringe as you recall the experience.

“I am okay Jools, I promise. How did I get to bed?” You expect Jools to say that he came and rescued you, but he doesn’t, instead he hesitates before beginning, “Levi… He, well, he bathed you, he applied creams, washed your hair, and he put you into bed. He hung around for a few hours, y’know. In case you awoke. Then he asked for some paper, wrote you a note and left.” You smile at that knowledge, regardless of what the note says, you feel that he wants to see you again.

“What did the note say?” Jools questions.

“Nothing important, just an apology, its weird”.

“Oh. Okay. If he really hurt you, you are to tell me. It is not usual for Levi to… Engage with women like he did with you. His behaviour was strange I don’t trust him”.

You look at Jools, he reaches out to touch your face, it aches, you remember the blows to your face, you are probably bruised there, too. “I am fine Jools, I was just doing my job, I am better for it, considering I didn’t have to engage with Boss!” You feign a smile, though Jools can see its fake, he trusts you enough to talk to him when you are ready.

“You had better go to bed then, Levi paid off your afternoon caller, by the way, I’m not sure about him, so be careful, please.” He turns and leaves, the door closes and you lay your heavy head back on your pillows, a curious shadow lurks by your window, but you miss it, falling into a deep slumber.

Pulling the loose dress over your head you pick out some white ankle socks, never being one to dress for anybody else but yourself, comfort is key and feeling good is the main goal. You glare at the reflection in the mirror staring wearily back at you, you feel more connected this time, yet you’re still unsure about who is staring back. Her eyes are sunken, her knees wobbly and her collarbones protruding in a boyish way. You wave off any ugly, intruding thoughts and slip your feet into the one pair of black shoes you own, you decide you’ll browse the shops before you finally head down to the local park.

Reaching for your shoulder bag you throw a couple of notes in, followed by a little pocketknife you had stolen from your father as a young girl, you can’t be too careful outside, especially wearing the branding of a working girl, everybody knows and nobody respects you except for a select few. You head out, closing the door and turning the key in the lock, you wear it around your neck with an old scrap of garden string.

You pass by Jools seat, occupied with one of the other men Boss employs whilst he was out with whatever emergency he was roped into, you notice that you miss him when he’s not here, the other stranger wouldn’t wish you a good morning on your way out.

Your mind wanders as you make your way towards the large, wooden doors in the entrance and you find yourself reminiscing over how much you’ve moved around, and how this has been your favorite base so far.

You’ve moved around a fair bit over the years as Boss has accumulated more money and has had more to spend on you. You’re currently located in a lard mansion, it has a sizeable forty rooms on each floor, with four floors in total, that’s without including the large ballroom, kitchen and diner rooms and a large lounging area. There is a basement too, full of rooms you’re forbidden from entering and a beautiful surrounding estate, it’s a secure, gated property, of course, so you can only leave with permission, given by Jools, with Boss entrusting him to be responsible with his decision. You’re allowed to freely roam the surrounding land; Boss even keeps a few horses that you and a few of the other girls happily care for. Hacking them on those gorgeous summer days and taking long afternoons just enjoying each other’s company, as an escape from your sad little lives.

You will often spend the summer evenings sat on the grass, allowing the sun to beat down onto your pale skin, allowing you to feel something, head buried in a book, escaping reality and taking ever-so-important time to yourself. The feeling of freedom you get is fleeting, but even that is enough to temporarily satiate your hunger to run away.

You look back over your shoulder and shout out to the man at Jools desk, “I’m going out into town, I’ll be back no later than six, you needn’t worry, I already have permission, it’ll say on my appointments tab on Jools computer!” he grunts, and waves you off, completely disinterested. You think back to the last time you were late home, true, it was an accident, you’d fallen asleep in the meadow and nightfall had come, Boss had sent out a search party, assuming that you had made a break for it and you could tell he was relieved more than angry when you were frog marched into his office and disciplined for your silly mistake. You shudder, thinking about Boss’s thick fingers coming into contact with your tiny throat, you live to please him yes, but it doesn’t mean you have like him.

As a direct result of your falling asleep and having a search party sent out for you, you weren’t currently a favorite between Boss’s men, with all of them being suspicious of you, expecting you to make a break for it at any moment. You were sure they’d had your face ingrained into the backs of their eyelids incase they ever saw you acting “suspicious”. You can hardly blame them but you do with they would stand down, it was exhausting having to calculate your every move, to stay out of the limelight as much as you could.

The streets are dotted with people, all busy and completely engrossed in their own perfect little lives, what you’d give to be able to live like them. A wave of sadness drowns you as you notice mothers and daughters, couples in love and shop keepers attending their stalls in the bright morning light. Your feet subconsciously decide your route as you make your way down the stone high street, enjoying the smells and sounds, the birds singing loud songs was like a beautiful music concert made just for you. You allow yourself to be completely immersed and wonder if you could slip away and never be seen again, if you could have that freedom one day, if you could be one of those mothers with daughters.

You swing a small glass door open and hear chimes ring as you step into your favorite hole in the wall café,

“Olive!” a voice booms from behind the bar as Mr. Benzo swiftly approaches you and pulls you into a bear hug, “we’ve missed you! Where on Gods given earth have you been!?”, you lean into the giant man and allow him to envelope you into a protective embrace, inhaling deeply, and imagining this to be what it is like to have a present father figure.

“Careful with her David! Hug her any tighter and you’ll snap the poor girl in half!” Mr Benzos wife stands a few feet behind, her aged and ring clad hands grasping together at her heartspace, “you’re wasting away my child! They cannot be feeding you! Come, you shall eat”, she gestures gently to a window bench, you are ushered over and take your seat, feeling utterly overwhelmed by the love coming from your favorite shop owners.

Mrs Benzo rushes herself around, building you a hearty spread, she grabs slices of bread, fruits, vegetables and slices of pies, laying them down at your table she grins, “whatever you don’t eat is going home with you”, she sighs, “and you shan’t pay a single penny, you’ll be blown away with the wind one of these days, think of it as an act of service. I mean look at you! Your eyes are so hollow that I’m afraid they’ll disappear into the back of your skull young lady!”. She brushes her finger against your protruding collarbone, you shudder, anxious at the touch of another woman, and at how maternal it was. She senses this and apologizes.

The Benzos know of your situation, they guessed as much after getting a glance at your brandishing. Mr Benzo had taken it upon himself to explain to his wife the full meaning. She had simply been heartbroken, set on spending every one of your visits spoiling and pampering you.

“Mrs Benzo, I cannot eat all of this, I might throw up, my stomach would not hold it!” You place a hand over your stomach and jokingly pat it, she tilts her head and smiles, letting out a small sigh.

“I’ve told you to call me Shirley, child. Enough with the Mrs Benzo. You are a friend here, remember that.” She sits quietly opposite you, watching you eat. Normally it might unnerve you, but her presence calms you today, you allow her maternal stares to engulf you, soaking in her care, allowing her to protect you, Lord knows you need it. David had gone back to serving customers, it was picking up into lunch hour, you hear his warming laugh as he makes conversation with them.

“Thank you… Shirley, it means so much to me, the way you treat me as a human, and an equal. You don’t see me for my brandishing, you see me as me. It’s refreshing.” You feel your eyes begin to ache as though they will cry again. She takes your delicate hand in both of hers, the warmth feels like a hug all over, you can see she has the same familiar feeling in her eyes. For a moment, you are the same. You feel safe. You feel loved. You are loved.

It gets uncomfortable for you to handle all these emotions and you pull your hand back, it’s too much vulnerability, Mrs Benzo understands, she knows it will take time for you to heal from your childhood trauma, and she has the patience of a lion, always willing to wait for you, you smile and continue to eat.

-

You leave Benzos with an abundance of food supplies, you’ll surely have enough to share with all the girls and Jools. Not that he needs it, he has enough supplies to last him a lifetime, after all. Smelling the air and closing your eyes, you turn and walk back towards the shops, enjoying the serenity of the early afternoon. You’re drawn into one stand in particular, a small jewellery stand, you approach quietly and notice a gorgeous emerald ring, it’s like it calls to you, you dare to reach out and touch it.

“You couldn’t afford that with all your life’s savings, silly whore.” A cold, harsh voice sounds from behind you, you turn, furious at the unnecessary comment directed your way.

“You really shouldn’t speak to wome…” you start.

“Do you know who I am? I will have you disappear if you so much as try to continue that sentence.” the cold voice shoots back. The voice grabs your wrist and pulls you close. It hurts, but you are used to being manhandled. You find yourself a little excited. Finally, something different. You slowly take in the voice’s harsh exterior. Smart black shoes, tailored black trousers, crisp and obviously ironed. A tucket white shirt and expensive cuff links. You inhale, expensive cologne, hints of pine and mint, you meet his eyes, staring into your soul, he licks his lips before continuing.

“You’re the little shit that missed her curfew. What on earth are you doing out here? Running away again?” his glare doesn’t falter, in fact, you’re sure it intensifies, your nerves are starting to get the better of you and you note that if looks could kill, you would be driving away in the back of a hearse right now.

“Speak.” The command is clear enough, yet a lump in your throat makes it impossible. You drink in his facial features, sharp and chiselled, like a God. His short black hair with a harsh undercut. It’s styled immaculately, not a single strand out of place.

“Are you a mute, whore?” the man continues, the grip on your wrist tightens, you whimper and plead with your eyes.

“No. You’re hurting me. I’m sorry, I’m allowed out now, I am. I have permission.” It practically falls out of your mouth as a measly cry.

“Do you expect me to believe that? I have half a mind to drag you by your hair back to Boss for questioning. You truly are moronic.” You consider arguing more, but deem it useless, this angry man is obviously set in his ways.

“Fine. Take me back, but I promise you, I can be out here.” You huff and stick out your bottom lip. It doesn’t go unnoticed, as the man slowly lifts his other hand, he rests his palm against your cheek and runs his thumb ever so lightly against your lip, you can sense his distraction and you curse your stupid, pouty lips. His eyes soften for a moment. Then he snaps back to reality.

“You will walk with me now, back to your house. Let’s go.” He loosens his grip on your wrist but does not let go. You begrudgingly begin the awkward walk back, nothing is said until you reach the gates.

The man buzzes the intercom and Jools answers, he must be back, internally, you relax, knowing that this will go a lot smoother than if the other man was still filling in.

“Olive? Is that you?” Jools questions, obviously anticipating your return, but not so early, his confusion is notable.

“It’s Levi. Open the gates.” The man answers back without emotion

Levi. You ponder on his name as you are practically hauled inside. You’re sure you’ve heard it before. Jools meets you at the entrance, he glances to Levi’s tight grasp on your wrist, you see the cogs going at maximum speed in his head and you know that he has assumed the worst.

“What have you done Olive?” His voice is flat but you hear the concern.

“She was out. Wandering around. Flaunting herself, like she is not on house arrest. Touching expensive jewellery, you should really pay more attention Wilkinson.” The use of Jools last name is alien, you’ve almost forgotten he has one.

“Levi” Jools begins cooly, he holds back a snort. “Olive is not on house arrest anymore, although I admire your commitment to your job.” You cannot make eye contact with Jools or you will be beaten for laughing, you are sure of it, Levi drops your hand like you have shocked him, he grunts and addresses Jools, “Wilkinson. Were you not one of Bosses favourites, I would break your nose. You are stupid to let her wander around alone. If I were in charge, I would leash her, like a little dog. A stupid, little dog.” you can tell this was one of his kinder name callings. “She has plans to get away. I can tell, and I’m warning you, she is not to be trusted,” Jools interrupts, his tone is equally aggressive as he bites back,

“Levi, Boss has not tasked you with worrying about the girls. You should go back to your real duties. Olive is my problem, not yours.”, You’re sure there is a little possessiveness behind his voice. For a moment, it is like Levi and Jools are facing off like two aggressive hunting animals, and you are the winning prey. Levi opens his mouth to say something, and then resigns himself, he sighs and turns away to leave.

“I will catch you when you try to run eventually, little puppy. And I will beat the living shit out of you for disrespecting Boss after everything he has done for you. Watch your back.”

He is gone before you can make a snide remark back, though you should know better, Jools would surely step in to protect you here, that you are sure of. You settle at sticking your tongue out in the direction in which he left, Jools laughs heartily.

“You stupid girl. There isn’t a person alive who has spoken back to Levi Ackerman, he is Boss’s right hand man, you should be more careful.” He ruffles your hair playfully.

“There is something about him Jools, that makes me want to provoke him. A feeling that he may not be capable of hurting me.” Jools snorts.

“You really are an idiot,” He pauses, “though there was something about the way he looked at you, like he wants to devour you alive,” he shudders, “creepy.”. Your cheeks blush, you would never say so aloud, but you might fancy the idea of being eaten by Levi Ackerman, Boss’s right hand man.

You breathe in and start, “I’m going to retire to bed Jools, I am tired. Give these pastries and pies to the other girls. Mrs Benzo sent them.” You hand the bag to Jools and smile. “What time is my first call tomorrow?” Jools looks at the screen of his computer, he clicks the mouse a few times and raises an eyebrow.

“10. Seems like Boss is set to be paying you a visit tomorrow. You’d better spend some time making yourself extra presentable tonight Ol, you want to remind him why you are worth keeping, and not discarding…” You shudder, Boss has made it abundantly clear that when you’re no longer deemed suitable as a working girl, he will send you away to be married off, or “dispose” of you, you don’t fancy either of the options and considering your savings are coming along nicely, you won’t have to endure this all for much longer.

“Thanks Jools. Love you.”. You turn on your heels and head back to your room. You spend the evening showering, shaving, sugaring and cleansing every inch of your body, ready for tomorrow, your mind keeps wandering back to a particular pair of sharp eyes and a chiselled jaw. How he would leash you and “beat the living shit out of you.”

You shake away the thought one last time and retire to bed. You close your eyes and pull your blankets up.

Jean pulls away first, a small string of your mixed saliva following and he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand as he grins.

“Was that up to your standard?” he asks, proudly. It’s strange the way Jean kissed you, he was soft and gentle, totally in the moment, his hands are welcomed into the small of your back, one finding its way up your petite body to cup your soft cheek tenderly, he doesn’t want anything else than to just kiss you, a warm sensation forms in your lower abdomen.

“I’m not sure, can I sample it again please?” you can’t help yourself; you want to feel it again, you lean up and wrap both of your arms around his neck, leveraging yourself up into his mouth and eagerly waiting for him to let you in, his lips slot in perfectly, his top one in-between both of yours, playfully nibbling, you are the one who pries your tongue into his mouth this time, hungry to feel the cool silver again, unable to stop yourself from letting out the tiniest mewl when you do. Jean catches onto this and uses his large hand on the back of your head to pull you in harder, you swear you feel fireworks exploding from the pits of your stomach, egging you on, you pull away, not wanting to give the cute, blonde haired guy too much, you lead him back inside. The club is hot, the air thick with alcohol and various different perfumes, holding onto Jeans hand you scour the room for Harmony, gyrating bodies littering the dance floor and then you spot her, hands busy in Jeans friends hair, Jeans friends lips practically glued to Harmonies neck.

You make your way over to the busy pair, playfully pulling Harmonies hair in a bashful attempt to grab her attention, she turns around grins at you, pulling you in and away from Jeans grasp so she can whisper in your ear.

“Are we going now? You know I would have zero objections, right?”

“You’re supposed to be with Reiner! What if he finds out?” you are shocked with how nonchalant Harmony is being.

“We aren’t suited to be together, we’re only allowed to mix with normal guys, not Boss’s guys, you know just as well as I that we were on borrowed time, its been pending since the beginning of our little… fling. Way to be a boner killer, Olive, come on, let’s go home! You and blonde hair seem to be getting on well, don’t you want to find out what he’s… like?!” You grin from ear to ear.

“He has a tongue piercing Harm, do you think he’ll go down on me?” in the entirety of your career as a working girl, only a handful of clients have ever attempted, and they were abysmal attempts if that, none of them enabling you to reach your peak, you’ve heard stories from other girls who had been in proper relationships where they had been lucky enough to engage in it, but you've never been lucky enough.

“Only way to find out is to go home!” Harmony sings back, you roll your eyes at her and let out a sigh, resigned.  You take Jeans hand and squeeze; you nod your head toward the exit and the four of you trudge through the masses of drunkards to leave. It’s a short walk back to the house and you and Jean joke and laugh the whole way, it’s the first time in a while you’ve genuinely forgotten about your dull little life, and you’re happy, behind you, Harmony and Eren stop every five metres to kiss, completely enamoured by each other, you’ll be sure to tease Harmony about this tomorrow. You reach the gate and enthusiastically hit the buzzer, Jools must assume its you as he lets you in immediately, walking up the small path to the front entrance takes less than twenty seconds. You step into the main entrance area and Jools is sat, as always, like a dog guarding the front desk, it makes you wonder if he ever gets any sleep, Jools eyes the two unknown characters stood in his entryway, specifically the horse faced one seemingly attached to your arm.

“Jools, this is Jean, and…uh” you stumble over your words trying to locate the tall brown one’s name.

“Eren” Jean finishes, he flashes Jools a smile and nods toward Eren, attempting to introduce them, Jools doesn’t seem best pleased with the lack of interest from Eren, stood there at six-foot, with his brown hair thrown up into a loose bun, hands in his pockets, chewing on some gum. Jools then takes the time to look at you, obviously smitten with your catch you have rosy red cheeks and your lips are glossy from kissing him. A pang of jealousy hits Jools, he’d never admit it out loud as you guys have such a sibling like relationship, but he has always been fond of you, though he’s never made a move so knows he has no back leg to stand on and thus he just smiles at you sweetly.

“You guys gonna be around for breakfast? I’ll get the maids to lay the table if you want” you can sense that he’s uncomfortable but can’t figure out why, you leave it down to him being tired and grouchy at you guys coming back so late.

“Eh, probably no-“ Eren starts, it’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

“Yes, we’ll stick around for breakfast” Jean glares at Eren, and he glares straight back, if you weren’t here you might think they’d start arguing.

“We’re going to my room to.. watch TV, come on” Harmony takes off and Eren follows, like an eager puppy, and it is kind of endearing you suppose.

“Umm, us too Jools, see you tomorrow” you know you don’t have a TV, and so does Jools, nevertheless he lets you go, knowing full well what you’ll be getting up to, Jools calls out after you,

“Do you want a morning call sleepyhead? You don’t wanna miss breakfast again”

“Sure, just knock and I’m sure we’ll hear you!” again, the same pang of jealousy hits Jools like a tonne of bricks, he’d never say so out loud but he wished he was the one stumbling toward your bedroom with you, not him, he turns his attention back to the book he has folded over his computers keyboard.

You lead Jean down the long corridor of rooms, finally halting before the pale oak of your bedroom door, you unlock it, slowly turning the handle and suddenly, you are nervous.

“Don’t expect much, its not super fancy like yours probably is, and its-“ Jean cuts you off by pushing past, he steps onto the cold wooden floor and reaches for the light switch, a warm yellow hue filling each corner, you see him walk through your bedroom, taking in all your things, peering into the bathroom, admiring the size of your shower, the lines of lavish shampoos, body washes and conditioners, he turns back to you,

“You have a lot of expensive items; do you buy them yourself?” You scoff.

“Absolutely not, actually I hate them. They’re a constant reminder of my life here, as an object of the male gaze. I must look good, feel good, smell good, always. Its fucking exhausting.” A confused look crosses Jeans face, he mulls something over before starting,

“I suddenly realise that I may be feeding into the male gaze that so consumes your life, I didn’t come back with you for the sole purpose of getting into your panties, although it was  a healthy chunk of it to be honest, if you want to just sit and chat that’s okay, and if you want me to leave, that’s also okay, you just tell me what you want” Jeans genuine attitude shocks you, you’re unsure if it’s the residual alcohol or that you just so want him in that moment but the space between you quickly vanishes as you practically throw yourself at him. Your lips play that ever so favourable game of cat-and-mouse, licking, biting, teasing and pulling away, spurring the other on, Jeans tongue piercing causing you shivers that go all the way down to your toes. You moan, a little louder than previously in the smoking area earlier on and Jean physically shudders.

“Those little noises, you make, are, so, cute” he whispers through placing gentle kisses down your chin, reflexively you pull away as he gets closer to your throat, not used to such a gentle touch there, he pulls away and tries to read your suddenly anxious eyes.

“It’s just, I’m sorry, I’m not really used to having my throat treated so nicely” you blush as you feebly manage to whisper the words out, choking yourself on the difficult truth.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let me look after you, I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to?” he half smirks and you flick him on the nose, he snorts and then continues his descent down your throat as you inhale a soothing, deep breath. You allow the sensation to completely wash over any bad experiences you have had previously, Jean allows his large hands to run down the smooth curves of your back, cupping your ass he pulls you in closer as he places a strong leg between your thighs. Unknowingly, you begin to roll your hips against his leg, he groans and encourages you, lifting his knee a little, adding more pressure to your clothed sex, you sigh.

“Does it feel good?” he lifts his mouth from its mission of marking your neck gently, lacing it with gentle love bites.

“Yes” you moan quietly, Jean lifts the hem of your dress and you instinctively lift your arms, he lazily pulls it over your head, freeing you from its constraints, still wearing your heels, you gesture to them,

“Are you going to take those off too?” Jean looks down from your chest and the beautifully simple lingerie you had chosen, a black bralette and some very questionable in size barely-there-panties, he continues down your long legs, encased by your beautiful heels, your pedicured toes and smooth skin, he leads you to sit on the edge of your bed and kneels. Running a hand from your ankle to the top of your thigh he places your shoed foot on his shoulder, undoing the zip and sliding the heel off, setting it down to his right, he slowly lifts your leg off of his shoulder and allows you to place it on the floor. He repeats this with the other leg, situated between you he grabs your thighs and slides himself as close as possible. He licks his lips in anticipation and looks to you for approval, you smile and lay back, inviting him in, eagerly. He lets a moan out against your sex and the hotness of his breath is welcomed, you arch your back subconsciously in an attempt to get his mouth closer, it works and Jean kisses directly over your sensitive clit, followed by his tongue teasing you through the lace fabric of the panties currently blocking your full pleasure. You let out a sigh of absolute frustration.

“Jesus Christ”

“You shouldn’t cuss the Lord out like that, miss” you feel his smug grin against your thighs and giggle, as a response, Jean bites your thigh hard enough to leave a bruise, you grab a fistful of his hair and practically rub him against the slickness that has escaped the refines of black lace, he responds by reaching out and pulling them over your ass and down your thighs, you manoeuvre so he can remove them fully, wasting absolutely no time at all he presses his face into your slick pussy, inhales and growls a low, predatory growl, it sends signals to your brain that are so animalistic it awakens something inside of you, lust, absolute and complete lust for this man. Your slick is practically pouring out of you at this point, waiting for something, anything. Jean finally releases his pierced tongue from his hungry mouth and it makes contact with your ever sensitive clit, he rolls lazy circles around it, the hard texture of the metal so welcome that you can’t help but yelp out in absolute pleasure. He senses your enjoyment and licks you up and down, collecting your mouth-watering slick on his tongue, ravenous, he probes your hole, lapping and tasting, growling and getting riled up returning his tongue to work on your clit he tightens his grip on your thigh as if to steady himself, his pace is slow and deliberate, you roll your head from side to side, revelling in the feeling of pure bliss.

A familiar heat begins to grow in the pit of your stomach, still fisting his hair you’re practically begging for more without having to speak, he traces your hot opening, his middle finger collecting slick and running up and down your lips, he gently pushes in to the knuckle, a moan escapes you and he sighs right back. Thinking back to the club where you had noticed his rings, you feel them inside of you, cold, shaped, and rubbing in all the right places, unlike Boss and his, Jean was fucking hot, with his jewellery just adding to your arousal, he curls his long finger up to rub your walls, the pressure coming from inside and the sensation building from the outside stopping any rational thought from entering your mind. Feeling the change in your body Jean can tell you’re getting close, he speeds up his soft assault on your clit, adding his ring finger and stretching your tight hole out, he begins to slowly pump his fingers.

“Fuck. I’m close, I can feel it. I really want to come” you continue to moan and mewl and Jean doesn’t even hesitate; he continues to please you as the chase comes to an end, and like waves crashing over the rocks on a beach it completely immerses you, your body comes unravelled, your legs shaking, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you give yourself to him completely. He kneels back and watches your chest heave up and down, watches your soft legs shake, watches the glossy look in your eyes subside, your peachy lips slightly ajar, your breath slows, and you notice him observing you, embarrassed, you cover your face with your hands.

“I’ve never, I’m sorry, I’ve never finished from that before. I felt like I was on another planet, thank you” you laugh out loud, and Jean looks at you puzzled.

“You mean to tell me that men come to you for pleasure, yet not a single one has ever…” he looks genuinely shocked and confused, you prop yourself up on your elbows and look at him.

“Nope. A lot of them think it’s dirty, a few have tried, and none have succeeded in… getting me there” you’re sure Jean puffs his chest out a little, you kick him playfully in response and lay back on your bed.

“In that case, I must be truly disgusting” he buries his face back into your sex, licking again, this time with the sole mission to make you come, like he needs it, “you look so fucking sexy when you come, I want to watch it all day long, I want to make you come all day long, I want to make up for every sorry excuse for a man who has ever come in here and left you unsatisfied”. It isn’t long before you’re coming again, and again, with Jeans mouth and fingers to blame. He didn’t seem like he was tiring at all, really, neither were you, but you wanted to give back to him. From your time spent working, you have self taught on the topic of giving good head, you sit up and pat the bed next to you, motioning for Jean to sit, he obliges like an eager puppy, interested in what was to come he sits and you get up only to kneel in front of him, looking directly into his eyes.

His crotch covered by black linen; you lick from where the bottom of his shaft would be right to the top and his breathing catches in his throat. Excited by the sight, you feel the blood pumping around your body speed up, you repeat the motion a few times, eye fucking him at the same time, begging for him, undressing him without really undressing him. It isn’t long before his precum has leaked through the cloth dressing his crotch, continuing to lick at the patch where he leaked through you reach your hands and hook them over the waistband of his linen trousers and the boxers underneath, he lifts himself off the bed so you can pull them down, freeing his cock from its restraints.

It’s sizeable in length and the girth is on the bigger size in terms of what you’ve taken before, excitement pools between your legs once again, eagerly you hold the base of his shaft and lick around his head, collecting his precum and teasing him at the same time. Jean hisses and reaches a hand to grab your hair, he pulls you in close and you tongue his shaft, up and down, pumping your hand languidly at the same time. You feel him roll his hips slightly to meet your hand each time it pulls back to the bottom of his shaft, full of wanton hunger you take him all the way down your throat, holding back tears and spending all of your concentration on not choking. Jeans head falls back in absolute pleasure. You pull back and let him fall out of your mouth, strings of saliva joining your tongue to his tip, you repeat again, taking him in, holding him, stopping tears and listening to him hiss at the pleasure of being wrapped by your tight throat. This time he looks down at you, his face is painted pink with a rosy blush, his eyes are soft, and he runs a thumb over your cheek.

“Stop holding back tears, I want to see you cry with how hard you’re trying for me”, you oblige, blinking, and freeing the tears from their painful constraints, Jean swipes one away with his thumb and smiles.

“Can I fuck you now, please?” The words shock you, but are welcome, rekindling the fire deep in your stomach.

“Yes” It’s practically a whisper, but to Jean, it feels like you’re shouting. He lifts you up and places you on your bed, the soft blankets welcoming you, eagerly you fall onto your elbows and stick your ass high up in the air, enticing him entirely, he steps behind you and lines up with your still-slick hole. He rubs his head up and down a few times, granting him a desperate mewl from you, it’s enough to confirm that you’re sure you want this and he sheaths himself to the hilt, hissing at how tight you are.

“Fuck” he groans, pulling out almost completely, you moan, worried he will take it all away, he rolls his hips and re-enters you, repeating this motion until you begin to buck your hips back into his, you both fuck each other, moaning, groaning, mewling and crying out, he reaches around to circle your sweet spot once again and you are simply confused and aroused by the way this man cares so much about your coming undone. You hear skin slapping skin, and instead of cringing like you did with Levi, like you do with Boss, and the other men, you welcome the sound, listening intently to how your bodies work together. Jean hastens his pace and you can tell he is close, all the signs are there, his furrowed brow, his hitched breath, his increasing grip on your ass, you moan and allow yourself to come again, clenching him tightly, this is the final straw and he pulls out, painting your behind with strings of warm come he grunts and works his erection until he stills.

Immediately embarrassed of the mess he’s made; he grabs a tissue from your side table and begins to clean you, not a word is spoken until he falls onto the blankets beside you, where he wraps a large arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“You are really something, you know?” he nuzzles into the back of your neck and you roll over towards him and you welcome the closeness.

“I think that we made some noise, it's likely that people will know what we have been up to, try not to be embarrassed. It’s pretty normal here” you trace your fingers over Jeans toned bicep, you move to get up and reach for Jeans t-shirt that was thrown on the floor in the heat of things, you pull it over your head and welcome the smell of his cologne.

“Are you thirsty? I’m going to grab a drink” Jean contemplates the sight of you in his shirt and you can tell he considers dragging you back to bed for another round, instead he hops up and grabs his boxers, “I’ll come with you, I could do with stretching my legs in any case” Pulling your bedroom door open you both wander down the corridor toward the main lobby, the kitchen situated directly across, sunlight is beginning to pour in through the large glass windows and you can see Jools snoozing at his post, it makes sense to see him catching some shut eye, you swear he never sleeps so it’s a welcome sight. It must be gone 6am, you’ve been at it for hours, you note that the maids usually arrive at 8 to begin preparing breakfast.

The kitchen is large, with multiple induction hobs and marbled surfaces, in the middle of the open space stands an island with an industrial sized sink, and a couple of bar stools are pushed under the end, Boss’s men perch here on their breaks so the maids can feed them, it's bright and full of natural light as a kitchen should be. You reach to a top shelf in one of the cupboards and pull two glasses out, you hop your bottom onto the one of the islands surfaces next to the sink, and beckon for Jean. He stands between your legs, hands on your thighs and you reach and fill the glasses, handing him one.

“A toast, to, uh” he begins, raising his glass.

“coming” you interrupt, you both laugh quietly, followed by you clinking your glasses together and drink greedily, thoroughly parched by the shenanigans of your night together, you reach out a hand and clasp Jeans face gently; you lean your face in to his and kiss him softly and he lets out a contented sigh. It’s your turn to litter kisses down his jaw, suckling and inviting blood to the surface, lacing him with little love marks. He moans at the sensation before whispering in your ear.

“Do you think I have enough time to make you come again?” he flashes you that boyish smirk and you stare at him.

“Here?!”

“No, in my mothers’ bed. Yes here, you ass” he rolls his eyes and you glance around nervously, looking for any sign of movement. Realistically the only person who might come in would be Jools, and he surely wouldn’t care, right? Lowering his face to your sex, you instinctively open them so he can have full reign, he starts again, licking, circling, kissing and teasing. It feels so right and wrong at the same time, he hits your sweet spot and you mewl quietly, mortified, you cover your own mouth with your hand. Jean smiles against you and you blush, but he doesn’t let up, it encourages him and he adds his fingers back to the mix, you’re sure he’s tenting in his boxers again, the thought making you salivate. You can feel yourself getting close, you throw your head back and open your mouth slightly, panting, but before you can close your eyes, you meet a cold gaze.

You meet a cold gaze.

You meet a cold gaze.

You snap upright, closing your legs and forcing Jean to stand up. You whip your head around and jump off the marbled surface.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Levi’s cold and disgusted, you can feel the judgement from a mile off. There’s no way. There is no logical reason for him to be stood in the house kitchen at 6’o’clock in the morning.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you practically squeal at him. Levi stares straight past you to Jean, Jean staring straight back, you turn and are surprised that he is so composed, he doesn’t falter under Levi’s intimidating glare.

“You’re engaging in cunnilingus in the houses kitchen at 6’o’clock in the morning, what possible excuse do you have that would get you out of this?” it’s practically spat at you and you can feel the tension engulfing you. You mull it over for a second, starting an argument would wake Jools up, and then things could escalate quickly, what with Jools and Levi’s complete distaste for each other, if you don’t speak, Levi will do something awful, and you and Jean would be in terrible trouble.

You turn to Jean, “I can handle this, you go back to my room, I won’t be long” Jean gives you a knowing look and turns to leave.

“That’s right send him away” Levi retorts.

“I was making her come for the hundredth time this morning, with all that pent up anger, you should consider coming for yourself sometime, it’s a great relaxant buddy” Jean calls over his shoulder without missing a beat, Levi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, you turn back to him.

“What are you doing here so early? Post shifts don’t start until the maids get here, and you don’t get posted here anyway?” He shuffles uncomfortably and you can tell he has no real answer to spit back at you, you lean on the counter, rolling one of the glasses against the marble, taking up space.

“I couldn’t sleep, I figured I could get something to eat and maybe wind Jools up. I didn’t expect to see you whoring yourself out to some random. It’s shameful really” his eyes fall to the floor.

“More shameful than being kept as a pet and whored out to fifty year old men? Or did you forget about my circumstances?” you place the two glasses in the sink for cleaning, paying his presence no mind.

“I didn't mea-”

“You left a note apologising after the other night, why pretend to care?” You question, he opens his mouth but pauses.

“I hate you, but I'm not a monster” he responds, you contemplate this answer, assuming that he just had a guilty conscience. You think about his erratic behaviour, how Jools had said he was acting strange, how Harmony had explained that he was interested in you. You mull over your feelings for him, he was nice, and he has potential but Harmonies words ring through your mind, “we were on borrowed time”, you realise in this moment that she was right, and the fact that if he even did have feelings for you, which you can't prove, he's just admitted once again, that he hates you. You're exhausted, you sigh, and press a finger against your temple.

"If you hate me, maybe you can fuck off then? I'll fuck who I want, and there's no reason for you to report me is there? You forget that this is my home, and for the short while each day that I am not labelled as a money maker, this is my life.

You’re tired of his erratic behaviour, turning away to leave he calls out,

“I know that you wanna run away, I can sense it, Are you gonna deny the truth?” You’re taken aback by this but continue your descent back to your room.

“You’d have to be a psychopath to accuse me of such a thing without proof.” and with that you pass by Jools, who is still out for account, and reach your bedroom. You open the door, step in and close it behind you, the light is off and Jean is tucked into bed waiting for you, “I won’t ask, it’s none of my business, but what I will ask, is if you want to have a cuddle” he smiles at you. You pull Jeans t-shirt over your head and slide in next to him, your eyelids heavy but his arm heavier, clasping around you and holding you in closely as you finally find rest. Your breathing merges and in a few minutes, you’re both dreaming.

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