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The clip of his shoes echoed through the small room, occupying no more than a large bed, dresser and a desk. Meticulously kept, the very definition of pristine, as one would expect from the obsessive compulsive Captain.
Hange followed his languidly moving form, slowly. He strolled across the room, his infamous air of unchallenged dominance radiating off of the man in waves as he came to a stop before her.
Dark, cold eyes bore into her own, larger than life behind the glass of her specs and she wondered what he could possibly want with her this time.
She had been called here before, to his room, often to be verbally reprimanded for her over enthusiasm or dramatic tendencies. Once even for being 'too soft' on the troops. Ah, what did she care what the littlest beast thought? Kids deserved some down time here and there. After all, they were helping to rid the world of its demons.
Speaking of, the little one had silently moved closer, now standing over her seated self ominously. The atmosphere in the room became thick, heavy with tension. Although, what kind of tension she had no idea. It couldn't be sexual, Hange being fairly certain, Captain Levi wasn't capable of such an act. What with his absolute disdain for anything unclean and all.
"Can I help you, Captain Levi?"
"Stand up." He commanded, and without hesitation she complied.
"You belittled me today, Hange, and I don't take kindly to being spoken of that way. Not even by you."
'not even by you', he had said that as if she were granted special treatment outside of his usual chilly temperatment. Though she was fully aware that she alone could push his boundaries and buttons, she hadn't noticed him be anymore inclined towards her than anyone else.
"I'm sorry, Captain Levi you must be mistaken. I hold nothing but respect for you, both as a Captain and a trusted friend. Now please if you could go ahead and let me leave, I have Titans to tend to." She replied, feigning ignorance to his accusation.
Truth be told, Hange was shamefully aware of what he must have overheard, and now felt incredibly guilty for divulging her whacky sense of humour inconsiderately at his expense. Fuck, she could expect a whole lot more than a verbal repremand for this one. It was fine, she'd just deny it and leave.
Tugging the bottom of her shirt in an attempt to straighten the fabric, she gave a quick nod and turned, fully intending to be done with the conversation altogether, and escaping to her own room. On the way to which, she would raid Sasha's bread stash so she could guilt eat it once there.
However, as her luck would have it, slender fingers caught her wrist hard enough to halt her determined stride. Her body was jerked down so the smaller Captain didn't have to tip toe, his hot breath falling heavily over her ear, sending involuntary shivers cascading down her spine.
"You will not leave this room until you learn your lesson." Levi growled.
Her lesson? How was he intending on teaching her, Zoe Hange a lesson exactly?
Her curiosity may one day have killed her, she knew, but her insatiable thirst for knowledge had won out here. It would almost be like research, her skin pickled excitedly at the thought.
Her stiffened muscles relaxed and she was soon being lead, none too gently from her spot half way to the door, to the desk she had previously sat at. Hange was now stood in front of Levi, her back to him, his grip in her wrist never faltering. In fact, it only tightened as he took into his one hand both of her wrists before pushing her roughly over the wood.
A brief yelp, broke free from her at the sudden movement, and then another as pale fingers worked roughly beneath the band of her hair. Wretching her head back, Levi leaned close, again close enough to feel his breath on her delicate skin. Only this time the shivers that wracked her body were welcomed, her arousal piqued the second he had forced her over the dark mahogany work station.
"I'm going to let go of your hands now, Hange. Don't. Move." He hissed, before releasing her as promised.
The defiant woman within her ached to move her hands, just an inch. Just enough to bring upon herself what delicious punishment he had concocted in his devious little mind. Before she could adhere to her own wants, Hange felt the breif burn of friction around her thighs. Craning her neck back to inspect the source, she could see clearly, Levi folding her bottoms behind her.
Shit, even now with her bare and taking his planned torture, the man couldn't make way for a little mess?
Her cheek ground unpleasantly into the desk, Levi's fingers digging deep into her scalp. She had moved, without even knowing it, she had unconsciously rebelled against the Captain. This not being her first rodeo, Hange knew what was to come next.
"You silly girl." He murmured.
Thinking better of saying a single word, lest he decide against this tactic and switch to actual violence, Hange snapped her mouth shut and listened intently to his footsteps. They rounded slowly, falling silent behind her. A few moments passed before she heard him... Sigh? She was unsure of the sound exactly, but enjoyed it nonetheless.
You see, it brought with it his hands, kneading the flesh of her curvaceous ass, spreading her for his eyes only. Then, the slap that rang loud into the silence, the sound reverberating in ripples just as the sweet stinging sensation did across her skin. She moaned, relishing in the pain and the pleasure that overwhelmed it.
Her finger nails dug painfully into the palms of her hands as he continued his assault, only heightening her desire.
Captain Levi remained silent, his right hand striking her again and again, relentlessly as he alternated between her left and right side. It was all she could do not to cry out as the impact of the final blow jolted her forward, smashing her hips uncomfortably into the furniture she was thrown over.
"Look at yourself, Hange. A well respected scientist and Captain, reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess beneath my hand."
He massaged her reddened, and almost certainly bruised cheeks. His thumb slid between her slick lips and entered her, as he continued to work his fingers soothingly over her beaten rear, in turn creating much needed friction within her.
The unexpected invasion drew a sudden gasp from her lips, his words stirring something that for so long had lay shamefully dormant inside her. He was speaking her language, appealing to the corruption within her that thrived on being dominated this way, humiliated.
Levi withdrew, Hange whimpering at the loss as she awaited his instruction.
"Stand, undress and get those fucking glasses off."
Gladly, she straightened herself and turned to face him making quick work of her shirt, and bra, allowing them - stupidly in hindsight - to fall messily to the floor. She removed her glasses carefully, placing them in the chair beside her.
Captain Levi circled around her naked form, still fully clothed. His eyes trailing over her hungrily, he looked ready to devour her as he, again came to stop behind her, his slim fingers taking hold of the back of her neck to shove her forward, and onto her knees.
With a faint thud her legs hit the hard floor and she winced against the grinding pain shooting through her knee caps, clamping her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Tell me, Hange does that," he gestured vaguely to the pile of crumpled clothes on the ground as he came to crouch beside her, "seem acceptable to you?"
"It does not Captain." She answered, shamefully, avoiding his stern gaze.
Her head hung low, she should have known better than to dirty his space. Even without the impromptu situation she had found herself in, she knew better.
"Then rectify it." His hand tightened around her neck, emphasising the displeasure in his tone at her carelessness.
"Yes Captain." Conpliantly, the scientist folded her garments on all fours.
The small Captain had strolled past her, now standing beside the bed to better his view, she supposed, and to scrutinise her technique no doubt. His eyes on her like this provoked the inner submissive, wanting nothing more than to please him, Hange lowered her upper body and arched her back almost painfully.
Here and now she was not his friend, not his colleague, but something to be used. Used to satisfy his every need, every want and be that folding clothes, licking his boots clean or chocking on that splendidly thick cock she could see raging beneath his pants, Hange would submit.
Upon finishing the task, she laid the neatly folded clothes in the palms of her hands, offering them up to the man before her, head bowed.
"Good girl, Hange." He took them from her, and placed them carefully on his bed. "Come."
She did. She crawled to him, though he hadn't specified that she do so. Hange didn't want to be off of her knees until he'd taken the opportunity to use her mouth. With that in mind, she knelt before him and peered up through doe like eyes as he lifted her chin gently to gaze upon her.
"Two taps on my right thigh." He told her, domineering tone unwavering even as he offered her an out if needed. She wouldn't need it but was grateful for the sentiment nonetheless.
Her drenched thighs clenched, cunt pulsing as she watched him unbuckle his belt with one hand, the other already twisted agonisingly tight in her brown locks. In mere seconds he had freed himself of the constricting material, and Hange's eyes clouded with lust. He was magnificent, thicker and longer than anyone who had seen him clothed could have ever known.
She yearned to touch him, to feel those bulging veins glide over her tongue, feel his leaking head hit the back of her throat harshly, as he fucked himself in and out of her mouth. If she thought much more about it, Hange was sure she would come there and then.
"Touch me, Hange."
Eyes locked on the target, she wrapped her hand around the base of him and began to stroke, wrist twisting ever so as she pulled up and down. He didn't make a sound, but she could feel his intense stare as he watched her work.
She wanted so desperately to taste him, to hear him. As if he had read her sauded little mind, Levi pushed her forward, her lips grazing the tip of him. Eagerly, Hange flicked her tongue out, the salty liquid that had pooled there provoking a quiet moan from her as she lapped it.
"Such a good girl, Hange. Open your mouth." For the first time that evening his tone had changed. Still it was stern, authorative but the subtle undertone of need was evident.
Like the good girl she was, Hange offered her mouth to him, now meeting his dark eyes. In her experience it was preferred by a dom to witness the tear streaked cheeks of their submissive as they gagged and choked on them.
Then, as if from nowhere she was doing exactly that. Gagging, as the Captain thrust himself into her mouth with force that knocked her head back. He tightened his hold on her hair and Hange winced, her lips giving way to a feeble whimper around Levi. Who, in response threw his head back, his lips drawing pale under the pressure of his teeth as he continued his brutal pace.
Her hands, fisted tightly upon her legs, Hange fought the urge to moan loudly when the man above her shuddered. Her breathing became laboured as she struggled through her nose, her throat ached as he drove into her consistently. She did her best to hollow her cheeks, to allow for some kind of suction but the ferocious nature of his motions wouldn't allow it.
Tears clouded her vision, then were soon flowing freely down her cheeks as he slammed her face into him, her nose pressed firmly into black curls. Her throat contracted involuntarily as it was filled, sticky hot liquid shot into her, the cock in her mouth twitched and throbbed erratically accompanied by a low growl.
Prying himself gently from her gaping mouth, semen and saliva followed to drip down her chin. Levi, hand still tangled in her hair crouched in front of her, his thumb swiping away the fluid that had run freely from her. Her tongue lapped at air, silently pleading for him to feed her what she had unintentionally let escape.
She exhaled heavily as he released his hold on the back of her head, his thumb brushing over her tongue gently as she licked and sucked thoroughly to rid him of the unclean substance. Her head reeled and she moaned low in her throat, as she swallowed.
"Get up." She did just that, albeit a little unsteady. "Unbutton my shirt."
If there was anything she had taken into this situation from their friendship it was her weakness for his ridiculous physique. He wasn't naïve to that fact either, Hange wasn't exactly shy and had professed her liking on many occasions, often at inappropriate moments that caused him great discomfort.
Her adept fingers worked accordingly, taking care not to damage the delicately sewn buttons. The fabric fluttered open and her breath caught, fingers barely brushing over his taught stomach.
"You can touch me, Hange."
This was her reward for being compliant, and with little hesitation she allowed her hands to roam his sculpted torso. Her fingers dipped into every crevice, her thumbs massaging the hardened expanse leisurely. The feel of his skin beneath hers was heaven, her wandering hands working separately from her mind as they rounded his thick shoulders. Then down, over his pectorals, surprised when his breath caught under the pressure her index finger brought upon his hardened nipple.
She gazed down, questioningly as the smaller Captain.
"You may." He told her, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, rolling his shirt sleeves over his forearms, and Lord if he wasn't already sexy enough.
She knelt between his legs, her bruising knees protesting the action, but the reoccurring pain only encouraged Hange. Her lips parted as they made contact with the groove of his collarbone, her tongue tracing it generously between ravenous kisses. Working her way down, her hands still relishing in the feel of him, she ended her descent at his seemingly sensitive nipple.
An experimental flick of her tongue confirmed what Hange had suspected as he shivered. Closing her mouth around him, her tongue working skillfully to draw, what little she could, in the way of noise from the small Captain. Hange let one of her wandering hands snake up to roll the other between her fingers and was rewarded with a quiet moan. Like music to her ears
No sooner had the luscious sound left him had he turned the tables and she was now, on her hands and knees legs spread, on his bed.
"Don't you dare come until I say so." He growled, his tone more aggressive.
One hand gripping her hip bruisingly, the other clamped firmly over her mouth, Levi plunged himself into her sodden cunt. The pleasure she had awaited took hold of her mercilessly as he tore into her, unforgiving. Her body quaked as she struggled to stay upright, legs buckling weakly under the brutal force of him.
Up until now she had obediently done as asked, catered to his every whim but now she needed something to take for herself. She could feel it, rolling hot within the pit of her stomach.
"P... Please, Captain." She managed, barely between his fingers.
"What are you asking me for, Hange?"
He knew damn well what she was asking for.
"Please... Can I come, Captain?" Her question came flying out of her between pants and sharp cries.
"No."
She gritted her teeth and tried to relax muscles that were currently rebelling against her. Tears began to pool in her eyes as she arduously attempted to go against her body and hold on long enough to please Captain Levi.
It was proving almost impossible as his thrusts came deeper, harder and faster, the base of him stretching her to limits she hadn't reached before. His clipped finger nails, she could feel had drawn blood from her hips, and the hand previously covering her mouth had slid sneakily to the base of her back.
Her hazy mind hadn't comprehended what he was doing until his middle finger forced it's way into her, Hange's already tensed muscles quivering around the appendage as it matched pace and force with his hips.
She cried out, not sure if she would be reprimanded for it later, currently not caring.
"That's it, Hange. Let me hear you."
She did. Forgetting that they were in close quarters with the troops, with Erwin or anyone else for that matter, Hange let him hear her. His name, tumbled from her mouth more times than she could count as she begged and pleaded with him to allow her release.
"Come, Hange."
Those magic words were her undoing, the command having barely left his lips before her orgasm took hold of her with everything it had. Her body convulsed violently as molten waves of pleasure roared through her, released in a series of screams that she wasn't entirely sure were human.
Levi's movements became erratic as her muscles constricted around him, his hips jutting haphazardly under the pleasure of his own release as he slammed into her one last time. His lips gave way to a heavy sigh as he slumped over her spent form.
They stayed there for what seemed like hours, when in reality it had been only minutes.
Good thing Captain Levi was a small fellow, Hange would definitely be uncomfortable right now if that weren't the case. Trying and failing to conceal her laughter at the thought, Hange was swiftly yanked from the comfort of the bed, still laughing when she hit the floor with a thud.
Levi was standing over her as her laughter dissipated, holding his hand out, Hange gratefully accepted and pulled herself up.
"Get dressed you dork."
"You don't think I can skip back totally naked and unseen?"
"Don't be a fucking moron."
She waved him off and turned to retrieve her clothes, walking much like you would expect. She dressed herself, surprised to find Levi standing intimidatingly close to her as she buttoned her shirt. He peered around her shoulder, inspecting his bed intently.
"You'll clean that tomorrow."
Her brows furrowed as she followed his line of sight to where the evidence of their encounter smeared the bedsheets and grinned devilishly at the thought.
"Yes Captain." She leaned in, her lips ghosting the shell of his ear and he groaned unashamedly as she sauntered out of the room.