Hi

I'm totally new to and I haven't written fanfics in agessssssssssssssssss. believe me when I say i'm so very very rusty. I still want to publish this though because i absolutely adore levi.

Hope you enjoy. and i'll totally welcome any criticisms! 3

Sincerely, Senpai!

You had a long day. No, that was an understatement. You've been having a long month. Work has been running a rampage on your life, suddenly making your decision to accept the position of your dreams seem like a regret. You stared down at the clear, brown liquid in your glass at the bar and sighed. "I deserve this" you threw back the amber fluid and felt it burn on the way down your throat.

"Anyone who pays for it, deserves it" turning towards the matter of fact voice you're greeted by steely cool blue-grey eyes and a bored expression. The man taking a seat beside you was of below average height but still had a good head on you. Despite his short stature, you could easily make out the curves of his muscles under his crisp, white work shirt. His hair was left short with an undercut. His features idled in his bored expression but still fit together in perfect symmetry so handsome that it caught you off guard.

"Literally, yes. But figuratively, depending on situations, one could argue that a person could deserve a drink more than another regardless of the price paid" you reply coolly, not letting yourself lose to a pretty face. You motioned to the bartender for another, eyeing the man from the side, watching as he downs his drink in a similar fashion, "Do you think you deserve that drink more than I do? Figuratively, of course"

He placed his glass on the bar and it was almost immediately refilled before yours despite the fact that you had requested it a few minutes ahead. "It's been a long week" He made no move to turn his head, but replied anyway.

You snorted, 'The only thing long about you, I'm sure shorty', rolling your eyes you proceeded to drown yourself in your second drink in the short span of being in the bar. "My department received new interns and the bumbling idiots are a fuck-second away from ending up on the list of missing persons if at least one of them doesn't show even the slightest bit of usefulness. Even giving an indication that any of them have a working slice of brain in their thick fucking craniums would be sufficient for now"

You were stunned by the man's rant unsure if you were reacting with surprise to his apparent confession of impending murderous acts or the fact that he would even share as much as a sentence to a complete stranger. You stared at him with a blank face despite your surprise and shrugged your shoulders watching the bartender tend to men on the other side of you at the bar ignoring your empty glass.

He threw back his second glass faster than you could breathe and spared you a sideways glance. "The responsibilities that accrue as you gain a higher position is a strong contradiction to the hard work you put in just to get to that position of power. You deal with shit no matter what position you're in" you empathize with his situation.

"I have bumbling idiots of my own. Except mine are the kind that believe women are less than other workers despite being of a higher status in the company hierarchy simply because she lacks a penis and balls. Though it would be safe to say, not all my male counterparts have a package worth acknowledging as anything but a pea" you throw a pointed stare at the bartender, words dripping with disdain, as he once again pours your company a drink before your own.

You hear glass sliding on wood and look down to find his drink, identical to your previous ones, in front of you. "You win." You palm the glass carefully and look at him incredulously, "Being a woman is a lifelong pain. At least I'll be free of this group of idiots one day, whether it be by firing or murder…" He shrugged off the end of his sentence.

You sip on this glass, already feeling the effects of downing the past two drinks so quickly.

"Should you even be drinking that? Wouldn't iced tea be more congruent with your age, kid?" pointing his new glass towards your face, implying you're younger than your actual age.

You turned your head in annoyance, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You don't look tall enough to ride half of the rides at an amusement park" gesturing up and down to his height. He sent you a pointed look.

You knew he was lacking vertically, but you could tell he wasn't in the sexy as fuck category.

'Wouldn't mind finding out where exactly else he compensated for his lack of height' You shook the thought from your head, the alcohol obviously getting to you.

"Tch, should you even be talking? You're fierce competition for a hobbit" He snarkily replied.

You both fell into a light silence, an air of understanding of each other and your pathetic excuses for weeks.

"Hey baby, let me buy you a few drinks" A lecherous excuse for a man slid into the seat next to you and flashed the greasiest smile. He reeked of alcohol and a variety of other things and it was repulsive. You felt the twitch of unhappiness from your other side as the stench reached his atmosphere.

You smiled easily at the man and masked any sense of disgust. His phone vibrated in his hand and he glanced at it dismissively before giving you his undivided attention. "No, thank you. I'm quite alright" You lifted your half full glass and took a gentle sip subtly alluding to the fact that you will not be giving him a chance to refill it for you in the near future.

"Let me join you then, I'll be sure to be plenty of good company. All night" his lewd smile returning while his eyebrows raised with implications. You replied with a passive smile and thanked him again refusing firmly.

"You don't have to be a snob. I have a salary that can buy you like the whore I'll fuck you like" He barked at you. You turned to him again sighing, eyes cooling over with an icy glare.

"Look, I've had a less than ideal work day and I don't feel the need to spend any other breath on your pathetic excuse for a male specimen. I suggest you take my refusal as a blessing otherwise I will be bothered to use other methods to ensure you never enter my realm of existence ever again" Your voice came out sharp as knives; a tone only ever reserved for the most misogynistic of coworkers.

"Oh really? Is that a threat? You really think a little girl like you in that tight skirt can make a dent in me"

"No, but I wouldn't want Susan to know that her husband has been taking off his wedding ring on the weekends and coming to random bars to try and hit on women only to eventually fuck them like the 'whores they are', would you?" He looked at you in disbelief.

"H—how did you…?"

"I have a salary with a job that can find those things out and ruin your life." Your eyes closed as your smile returned larger than before. "So no thank you. I sincerely doubt you'll be able to show me a good time and fuck me like a whore. Now if you'll excuse me". You took a sip of your drink, turning away as the man angrily left in a whirlwind of curses like 'fucking bitch' and 'cunty stuck up whore' taking his stench with him.

Poor Susan.

"Impressive." You finally became aware of the stare burning into you from your other side. Remembering your previous company you watched as he clapped his hands slowly for you. "How did you know about his wife, Susan?"

You clicked your tongue and waited for your drink to be refilled. "His phone vibrated and it flashed with the name Susan. His left ring finger had a very distinct tan line and indentation marks in the shape of a wedding ring. The tan and marks indicated that he had only taken it off recently. Not that hard to figure out"

"I'm not sure if I'm impressed that you picked up on such small indications or that you didn't lose your cool" you shrugged.

"I told you I deal with my own bumbling idiots everyday with similar reproductive organs"

His thin lips smoothed into a sexy smirk and you felt the alcohol burn in your stomach at the sight. He couldn't get any more attractive. It's impossible. "You are very entertaining" He held up his glass to you in an attempt to elicit a cheers.

"To cheating misogynistic bastards and stupid fucking interns"

For the first time that night, you smiled genuinely. The action not lost in the eyes of the stoic man in front of you. An indescribable emotion flitting through his gaze as quickly as it appeared. "Cheers" You clinked your glass with his and downed your drink in time with his.

A/N: AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SMUT WARNING

The elevator in the skyscraper of a building chimed with a loudness not appreciated by your intoxicated state. The noise was forgotten as you felt your back slam against the cool wall of the elevator, lips fluttering and biting on your collarbone as the doors slide closed.

You were spun around and were pushed flush against the man you had only met a few hours earlier at the bar. You felt his hard, muscular body against your back and let out a small hum of approval. His hands slowly roamed your body as he resumed his attack on your neck. "the top floor" he grunted in between kisses.

You pressed the button for the top floor only briefly acknowledging that it was the penthouse. Your hands flew back behind you as you melded your fingers through his surprisingly soft, onyx hair pulling him closer. The elevator doors opened not a second sooner.

He turned you around again and attacked your lips. Biting roughly on your bottom lip you gasped allowing his tongue to engage with yours making you moan in pleasure. He lifted you by the hips, sliding your skirt up to your waist so that your core was rubbing against his pants and carried you out of the elevator. You let your bag drop to the ground along with any apprehensions about spending one drunken night with a stranger. An amazingly sexy, mysterious stranger

He pulled away from you for a second, leaning you against what you could only guess was a sofa, only to rip open your blouse and throw it to the ground. You put your hands to work unbuttoning his shirt with a consideration he lacked towards your own and lifted it off his body swiftly. Your fingers ghosted his skin feeling his six pack and tight chest before looking up at his lustful gaze.

He leaned down to capture your lips pulling you to your feet to help shimmy the remainder of your outfit to the ground. He kissed his way down your neck to your breast, expertly unclipping your bra, he threw it to the side and began to ravish your chest. His mouth covering one nipple, tongue moving in slow, purposeful movement sucking and biting gently while massaging the other breast, pinching lightly in time with his bites.

You arched your back against his mouth. He felt dangerously hot against your skin and you wanted more of him in contact with you. Your hands found his belt and undid it with frightening quickness. His pants fell and you could see the shadow of his sizeable member.

'Definitely makes up for his height' you think cheekily. Smiling to yourself goofily as the alcohol swirled in your system, a growl escaped his mouth, flipping you around and grinding his hips against you so that your scantily clad core was pressed against his length. "What's so funny?" he snarled, biting your ear, his hands' onslaught of your breast continuing, eliciting a low moan from your lips.

"Nothing" you gasped out feeling him grind against you, wetting the thin fabric of your lacey underwear further. The feeling not lost on him either as a choked groan escaped his lips, burying his face in your hair. His hand slid down your stomach and tangled itself between your legs under your underwear. His finger parted your folds and a soft sigh left your lips. He dipped into the wetness, letting out a sound of appreciation. He slid his finger into you and you moaned as his continued his ministrations. Pulling away swiftly, you groaned, pouting in disappointment at his absence.

He grabbed your wrist and led you to a room before picking you up and letting you fall on the bed. His grey eyes clouded with lust as he looked down at you sprawled on his blankets, "You look fucking sexy". Even in your inebriated state, you felt your cheeks get a little red from embarrassment.

Unconsciously, you move your hand to cover your chest, but he catches your wrists and shakes his head, "Do not try to deny me now" He kissed his way down your stomach, your insides pooling with warmth, eyes never leaving his primitive ones.

His hands hooked under your knees and spread your legs, before you could protest he dipped his head down and placed a wet kiss on your veiled coil of nerves. You squirmed in pleasure, bucking your hips as a reflex, he chuckled darkly. "Not so fast"

His fingers hooked through the last piece of clothing you had on and pulled it off quickly. You watched as he slid his own boxers down letting his member spring to life. It was thick and long and looked deliciously filling.

Before he could give it a thought you pulled him down and slid onto your knees around his hips. Taking his throbbing member in your hands you pumped it lightly, looking up at him innocently. He crossed his arms behind his head and looked on with the same smug smirk he wore at the bar expectantly.

Your tongue snaked out and licked his length before taking him into your mouth to the hilt. You suppressed your gag and tasted his surprisingly clean, sweet taste. He let out a guttural groan as you began moving up and down his length, tongue swirling different patterns on his head. You moved your hand up and down in time with your strokes, never breaking your gaze with him. "Fuck", he groaned.

His hand left his head as his eyes rolled feeling the back of your throat against his tip. He grabbed your hair pulling you to him in a desperate kiss before flipping you over. "No more control for you, fucking tease" His words dripping with lust. He positioned himself between your legs. You hooked your ankles behind his back and let your hands smooth down his neck feeling the muscles tense.

He placed his head at your entrance and looked at you one last time as if making sure this drunken encounter won't be regretted in the morning. You responded by putting pressure on his back swiftly forcing him inside you. Your mouth opened in a loud moan, the feeling of being filled sobering, as you felt him pull back only to plunge back into your softness again.

"Fuck, you're so tight" He mumbled in your ear setting up a dangerously slow pace. You ground your hips against his in impatience.

"Faster" You pleaded clenching around his length greedily. A low moan left his lips, biting down on your collarbone, he began to pound into you mercilessly. He hit your sweet spot, making you see stars. You let out an audible gasp, taking note, he readjusted to be able to hit it over and over again adding to the warmth pooling in your abdomen.

His hand reached between you both and found the small nub of nerves he had given brief attention to earlier. He began to rub it in succession with his strokes and you were incapable of holding back your mewls and moans. You felt your climax reaching you quickly and by the way his breath quicken you were sure he was as well.

Capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue mingling with yours, muffling your scream as you finally reached your peak, your walls clenching unforgivingly around him, forcing him into his own climax. He pulled away from your kiss and buried his head in the nook of your neck leaving another mark on your shoulder as he released himself inside you.

Coming down from your high, immediately feeling drowsy as the alcohol and late night finally hits you. He pulled out of you carefully, you groan at the sudden emptiness and found a place cuddled into the stranger's side. He brushed your sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and pulled the blanket around your naked bodies.

Sleep pulled you in quickly.

You woke up slowly and with a pain to your head. The room was still dark from the curtains, but a little light peaked through allowing you to check your surroundings. You felt sore and became acutely aware of the other body you were tangled with.

Staring up at the flawless human whose shoulder you were previously sleeping on, memories flooded back to you, dusting a pink blush on your cheeks remembering exactly how naked you were and how amazing the sex was.

You looked around the room only to find the clothes you distinctly remember throwing randomly the night before neatly folded in the corner of the room on a large chair. You shrugged and carefully untangled yourself from the man standing up and stretching at the edge of the bed. His eyes remained closed as he settled into the bed again on his own. Soft breaths escaped his lips and you couldn't help but feel an affectionate warmth course through you in admiration of the handsome individual.

You picked up his white shirt from the night before and slipped it on before walking out of the room in search for water. You found the kitchen in the large apartment and picked up two glasses from the clear cabinets. You filled them with water and swiftly located the medicine cabinet for some aspirin. Judging by your actions last night and the amount of alcohol you both consumed, you weren't the only one that would have a headache.

You thought back to the night before, popping the pill in your mouth and downing half the glass of water in a millisecond. You remember continuing a conversation with the man about the woes of being a higher up in a company that doesn't necessarily appreciate your headstrong behavior or in his case unique way of dealing with stupidity. This lead to more drinks and a discussion about the man that hit on you and claimed to be able to fuck you like a whore.

"You don't need to be a whore to have a good time" You rolled your eyes and sipped on your sixth? seventh? tenth drink? "A woman can know how to have a good time without being promiscuous" your words slurred into each other.

A low chuckle reached your ears, you turned your head to find the darkly handsome man closer than before, "and do you? Know how to have a good time?" His gaze shifted to an all-knowing lust that made you melt in heat on the inside.

Before you could even think you crashed your lips on his and you were both out the door in a flurry of "My apartment is down the street" and "You're so fucking sexy".

You shook your head in amusement.

Walking back to the room you found it fully lit with the curtains pulled back. You grimaced at the brightness, adjusting slowly. The man you left sleeping soundlessly was sitting up in bed rubbing his hair. "Water?" You offered rounding the bed to his side.

He lifted his head and eyed you silently, the same bored expression gracing his features. A stark contrast from the peaceful one you witnessed a little earlier. He took the water with a grateful glance and downed it with the pill quicker than you had.

You placed your glass on the coaster you found conveniently on the side table and stretched your arms above your head. "Sorry about last night", you took a seat on the edge of the bed "I don't usually do that"

Surprisingly, a laugh escaped his lips, "Why are you apologizing, brat? Not like I didn't enjoy it" Your eyes narrowed at the less than endearing nickname. You were about to open your mouth to complain, but realized there was no other name he could call you by. You never introduced yourselves.

"Levi Ackerman"

You stared into his deep grey eyes as he stared back in the same matter of fact way you met the night before. It's like he read your mind.

"F/N L/N"

You kept his gaze, a slight smile on your face and a smirk on his. You were fully appreciating in the peripherals of your eyes how much better he looks in the daylight now that you can see his toned and muscular body clearly. You were taken off guard as his pulled you down onto the bed and trapped you in his arms.

"Now, let's try that again. But this time, I want to hear you say my name when I fuck you till you can't walk"