Levi's sick of it.
Pants that hug your hips and flare out in the most flattering of places. Low cut tops and peeks of lacy bra straps. Short, short skirts around the house when you're going out for a night of drinking with your friends.
He's fucking sick of it.
The house has been empty for the week with your mother away on business, and while Levi knows she's sleeping with her boss, he surprisingly isn't a ball of icy rage as he should be.
He should feel enraged. Humiliated. Upset. But truly, the only thoughts in his head right now consist of you in that goddamn skirt.
You're prancing around in the kitchen, downing a glass of water before you leave. He's leaning against the doorway with folded arms, gray eyes following the shake of your pleated skirt as your hips sway with your rushed movements. A plain white tee is messily tucked into the waistband.
No spandex tonight, he notices.
Just pretty white lace. When you bend over to dig through the cabinets, the entire backside of the skirt raises up, flashing him snowy lingerie. The thin band between your ass barely covers your cunt.
"Nice panties," he comments dryly.
You jump, head swiveling over your shoulder, wide-eyed. Heat attacks your cheeks and you scramble to adjust your skirt. "Levi," you exhale. You lean back against the counter and grab onto the edge, barely breathing as he slowly approaches you. His eyes are glimmering. "As blunt as ever."
He stares. "You're just gonna go out like this then?"
"I don't see why not," you retort. He's a few inches away from you, giving you a once over. Indifferently, he tucks the astray hem of your shirt into your waistband, fingertips gliding over clothed skin at a slow and burning pace.
"What... are you doing," you choke out.
His expression doesn't shift. "Tucking in your shirt, obviously." He inhales a whiff of rich vanilla and something flowery. "Are you wearing a new perfume?"
"Yeah."
"Hm. Did you know your mother is screwing her boss?"
You gape. Levi's always been blunt but it never ceases to catch you off guard, especially when he says something particularly jarring.
Reluctantly, you nod once. "I'm sorry." Sincerity oozes from your tone. "I was going to tell you, but... "
"It doesn't matter." He reaches for the ring on his fourth finger and spins the silver band. "At least now I can fuck you and not feel shitty for it."
You blanch. Holy fuck. Your eyes nearly cross as he leans in, lips inching close to your ear. His hot breath alone is enough to send a flurry of chills curdling down your spine; his body so close to being pressed flush to yours.
"I..." How the fuck are you even supposed to respond to that? Of course, ever since your mother brought Levi home, you envied her for somehow managing to sink her fingers into this man before you had the chance. You envied her even more when he slid the ring on her finger.
Perhaps it was more a marriage of convenience, seeing as they were never in love, but still, you wanted him, and that ring meant he was claimed. Then the more unattainable he became, the more you ached to be touched by him.
If only you had met him first, you would've—
"You don't think I haven't picked up on your little game by now?" He asks. His fingers ghost up the length of your torso, up and down, up and down. His lips move against your skin. You want him to kiss you. You want to kiss him. Fuck.
"I'm... I'm not... I— " Warm, damp lips mold to your jawbone, hesitant and waiting. You melt against him, latching your fingers into his cotton shirt as he kisses to your ear lobe. "Oh, Levi."
"You've always wanted me," he continues to unveil what you've always thought. "Always wanted me to touch you. Isn't that right?"
Dumbly, you bob your head. "Yes. Yes, please. Touch me, touch me— "
"It's not that easy." He pulls away, your noses brushing. You feel a hand on the back of your head petting down loose pieces of hair. "Living room. Now. I want you on the couch."
"But, what about— "
He grabs your cheeks, squishing them between his thumb and fingers. In a low tone, he breathes, "If you think for a second I'm letting you flash these panties to anyone but me, you're dead wrong. Do as you're told."
As calmly as you can manage, you head for the living room, heat pooling between your thighs. Levi follows close behind you, watching you perch eagerly onto the couch cushion. He sinks down next to you and pats his knee.
"Here," he says. "Over my knee."
With a drying throat, you crawl onto his lap, positioning yourself as he expressed. Your ass is elevated on his firm thigh, barely covered by your skirt.
It doesn't matter anyway. He flips it up the second you're in place, cool air attacking your skin, immediately soothed by the heat radiating from his large palms. You hold your breath, grabbing onto the edge of the couch cushion as his hands explore your body for the first time. He cups your pert ass, not squeezing, not pinching, just feeling you.
Those hands grip your thigh, pushing it open and scale up the groove of your backside to the small of your back. His fingertips sneak below the hem of your shirt, seething skin on skin contact making you stiffen.
You throb with anticipation. Your lips part.
"You aren't subtle by any means," he speaks. His hand trails down and finally, finally, dips between your legs, pressing flat over your clothed cunt. "You have any idea how loud you've been this week? Just because your mother's gone doesn't mean the house is empty."
"I-I know," you gasp. Your knuckles pale.
"You know?" He clicks his tongue and rubs back and forth, applying more pressure. "So, you're intentionally moaning my name as you fuck yourself? Trying to provoke me?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe," he repeats. It's like he's waiting to see if you're going to correct your tone or not. "Dirty girl. I don't remember allowing you to come all of those times, but I guess you never even thought to ask permission, huh?"
He tugs up on the panties, wedging them harshly into your slit, and you wiggle your hips for some friction.
A wicked blow strikes your ass. You hiccup.
"Dirty girls get spanked," he answers the question you have yet to ask.
Already your thoughts begin to unravel. All that matters is the harsh sting from Levi's hand hitting your ass and thighs, never ceasing. Your entire cunt pulsates, slick soaking through the fabric ridiculously bunched against your most sensitive area.
You sigh with relief when he finally hooks his finger around your waistband and slides the ruined panties down your thighs. You assist him, moving your legs so he can pull them from your ankles. He shoves your skirt up even further.
When you settle back into place, again, his palm comes down on your ass, the shrill slap echoing through the living room. He barely even gives you any time to register the pain before he's marking the same spot.
"Ah!" You cry, back arching. Left, right. Right, left. Somehow, he managed the same force behind every swing. You grit your teeth and whimper into the dark, conflicted by the sensations unfurling through you when two lithe fingers cautiously ease their way between your slick folds.
"Soaked," he comments, then murmurs, "Of course you are." You don't have to glance over your shoulder to know he's rolling his eyes at you—you can just hear it in his voice.
Two fingertips find your clit with ease, performing languid circles that have your jaw hanging wide open. He brings his fingers down and briefly dips them inside of you before returning to the same spot.
"Do you normally get this wet for the brainless guys you fuck?" He snarls.
You whimper, shaking your head.
"Words, sweetheart. Use them. You can't possibly be that fucked out already."
"They don't spank me," you croak out a response. A heavy exhale wracks your body. "Always... always have to imagine it's you so I can come."
"Oh." You can hear him push out a heavy breath.
What you said has him throbbing in his jeans. He massages your ass, one hand drifting down to grip your thigh and yank it open for better access. God, he can smell you—how fucking aroused you are right now. You've always been appealing, but now he wants nothing more than to see you split open on his cock so you can feel what you've done to him.
He rubs your back then taps your ass. "Move over and spread yourself open for me."
You gawk at him over your shoulder, your entire body flooding with heat. "W-what?"
You're sitting on your knees, looking him in the eyes, his gaze electrifying.
Levi lifts his hand and grabs your chin as he leans in. Suddenly, that soft mouth of his touches yours, and his tongue tastes you for the first time. Taken by him, you fall into his chest, widening your mouth, letting him take you even further.
A moment passes until his hand slithers between your thighs, fingers reacquainting themselves with that swollen bundle of nerves. You can't help but moan down his throat, knowing damn well that was his intention from the start.
When he pulls away, your chin is still held between his fingers. He forces you to look him in the eyes.
"I said," he breathes, low and gravely, gray eyes boring into you, "spread yourself open."
Shit, he loves that innocent twinkle in your eye, nearly dimmed by how large your pupils have dilated. Of course you've been touched before, but no one has ever fucked you properly, have they?
Eager to please, you turn around and press your upper half into the mattress. Your t-shirt rides up to expose hints of soft stomach and waist, which Levi ogles before you lift your ass and part yourself with your hands.
He makes you remain like that for a moment. On your knees. Bared to him. So humiliating, yet you did it anyway.
You can feel the cool air prodding at both of your holes, and your clit pounds. You burrow your cheek into the couch cushion.
"Levi?" You call out, quiet.
"Yea, sweetheart?"
"A-are you gonna do anything?"
Levi caves in a second.
You feel his fingertip circling your entrance, pushing inside of you and curling against your ridged walls, but one isn't enough. You need more. You need his cock to fill you up and stretch you out.
"Patience," he replies, knowing exactly what you're thinking. "Spread your legs further. Show me your cunt."
Your ass wiggles as you shift, obeying his wishes by shoving your knees further apart.
Levi inhales, continuing to fuck you with one finger, leaving your clit untouched.
He sighs with delight. "I need a taste," he insists. "Just give me a minute. Don't come."
You moan and nod.
"That's right. Be a good little girl for Daddy, okay?"
Oh, fuck.
Your skin is on fire, and you can't believe the way your cunt clenches at the words he just mouthed into the flesh of your ass. He kisses the festering marks, easing the burn with his tongue before suffocating himself in your scent. The pad of his tongue pushes flat against your folds. A low, borderline feral moan vibrates your sex, possessive and needy.
"O-oh," you whimper, trembling. Of course Levi is skilled with his tongue. Never did you think he wouldn't be. But imagining it and actually experiencing it are two different things.
His tongue slides through your folds, drawing circles over your clit. You feel the sturdy bridge of his nose you've imagined tracing with your finger, pressing hard against your entrance.
"Levi— "
"Nope. Try again," he rasps. His hand gropes your ass, tongue continuing it's circular pattern.
You nearly scream when he spanks you. Hard. Right over a spot that's already tingling from earlier. Your body stiffens, still as lead.
"Daddy, please let me come." The title feels foreign on your tongue, but there's a familiar stirring in the pit of your stomach.
"Absolutely not, but much better. Good girl."
You feel his lips gliding over your pussy, suckling softly on your clit. He enjoys working you up slowly, his jaw moving aggressively back and forth. Your hands falter and you lose your grip, a guttural moan of frustration leaving your lips.
Levi shoves your hands away as if they're a distraction.
"Well, you're doing a shit job at spreading yourself open," he critiques. His hand comes down on your ass, twice on each side, and you stretch your arms out far to brace yourself by grabbing the armrest of the couch. Your teeth clench together.
"Fuck!" you squeal.
Levi roughly grabs between your ass and spreads you wide open for his mouth. You can't help but push against him, coaxing him in deeper. Your eyes flutter shut when his warm tongue delves inside of you, lapping at your arousal, swallowing it.
"God... Daddy," you whimper, "please."
Levi pulls his mouth off your pussy, replacing his tongue with his palm against your folds. He rubs you slowly, his other hand coasting upward until he's gripping your side. It doesn't take you long to figure out he's pulling you onto his hand, helping you move, like he's silently asking—no begging—you to ride his hand like some needy creature.
You do it. You do it because it feels good. You're so wet that your cunt easily glides over his fingers, and though your knees hurt, you don't stop. Levi smirks behind you, eyes glazing over at the gorgeous image. His briefs are damp.
"Levi, I wanna come!" The airy, sweet cry works it's way past your lips.
Levi grunts, "In a minute."
His fist wraps around your hair and yanks you back into his firm chest.
You deflate with disappointment, close to tears while he wipes your slick on the front of your thigh. Lips latch onto your neck, nibbling then suckling. He kisses you on your pulse point where your heart thrums in your veins, and you can feel how hard and firm he is above your ass.
Those large but slender hands press open your inner thighs, moving up your body until he's palming your breasts through your shirt and bra, then down again.
You watch through your lower lashes as he rolls the hem of your shirt up, revealing the matching white lace hidden underneath. Levi inhales and holds his breath.
Impatiently, he fondles your breasts through the material, licking a stripe up the side of your neck to your ear. His breath fans over the cusp.
"Perfect girl," he sighs. "Did you plan for this, too? Was it part of your game?"
No, you want to tell him. You never imagined he would actually want you back. Never imagined he would take you here, tonight, right on this fucking couch.
"No, Daddy," you respond. You bite down on your lip as he tugs down on the cups, freeing your breasts. Peaked nipples come into view and are quickly covered by his hands. A pulse seizes you from between your thighs, soothed by Levi's fingers when he slips them down below.
Breast being massaged by one hand, and your pussy being massaged by the other, you shake against him. Sitting still is an impossible feat, especially when his fingers on your clit start to feel too good.
Gasping, you close your thighs around his wrist, stopping his movements.
"No, no," he coos, forcing them back open. A swat lands on your inner thigh and your breast is squeezed painfully so. "Legs open for Daddy, sweetheart."
Brows knitted together, your body moves at his command. Every last one of your thoughts drains from your head.
A warm, soft material prods at your lips. You don't have time to register what it is before he's pushing it past your teeth and holding his palm over your mouth. Air pushes through your nose. A muffled moan attempts to escape to no avail.
There's a distantly familiar taste pinging on your tastebuds. It doesn't take long to realize it's you. Your arousal. And that stringy texture in your mouth is the lace from your ruined panties.
"Get these nice and wet," he demands.
You grunt around the makeshift gag, twitching against Levi's body as he rolls your nipple into a bud.
Moments later, he's guiding your hands back onto the armrest and putting you on all fours. A hand lands comfortingly so on the small of your back, then he pushes you down. For a second time, he has your cunt bared and accessible. Your cheeks burn.
Levi holds his hand out in front of your mouth. "Now spit them out." Obediently, you widen your lips and let the salvia-soaked wad of panties drop into his cupped palm. He murmurs something about a mess, then—
Your eyes snap wide open. A surge of dizziness sends your chin seeking balance on your forearm, and you moan freely as you feel the fabric being pushed against your entrance.
"You haven't quite earned my cock yet," he explains. "So this'll have to do for now."
"L-Levi, ah— " You inhale sharply, feeling his fingers packing the pair of panties deeper inside of you.
"Stop squirming so much."
You freeze, thighs quivering as he feeds in the last of the fabric. He waits until your cunt swallows the intrusion, before covering it with his palm. His eyes flicker upwards, lips twitching at the sight of your face. Your eyes are shut and your brows are frowned, mouth agape and stretched into a round shape.
"Is that full enough for you?" He asks.
It takes you a second to respond. "'S not your cock," you admit, licking your lips, "but it's still good. Want you to fuck me, Lev'. So badly." You turn around and crawl onto his lap.
"What a good little girl," he exhales, cupping your pussy. The heel of his palm nuzzles your clit, and you dig your fingers into his wide shoulders, rocking forward. "Go ahead. Make yourself come all over my fingers."
It takes no time at all for your climax to reach you, a noiseless moan crawling from your throat.
He kisses you right beside your ear, nose grazing your jawline. He speaks against your skin, "From now on, this is how you'll be wearing your panties. Maybe you'll be smart enough not to flash anyone this cunt, knowing I'm the one who keeps it stuffed. Got that?"
You swallow thickly, nodding your head. Another kiss lands on your neck, and he eases your breasts back into your bra and rolls your t-shirt back down your stomach. Your pleated skirt is yanked down then smoothed over your silky thighs, while your panties remain wadded inside, soaked from your slick.
He brings your hand between his legs, making you feel him. Then, he breathes, "Now, fix this."
