One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Undress For Me [Knight! Levi | Whore! Reader | Medieval AU!]

They spent half their night in the tavern, but before Levi had time to register whatever they'd already moved the celebration on their latest victory in the whorehouse. The owner smiled at their bunch warmly, knowing money would go down his pockets tonight, and welcomed them inside. The knights entered the same room where the owner soon provided them with a variety of choices.

Of course, choices to fuck.

Levi stood off to the side, fighting off the haziness in his mind caused by the enormous amount of alcohol he'd drunk and the need to just grab some woman and go fuck her. He wasn't a lust-filled beast or so he liked to think. What others thought he didn't really care for.

A woman at the end of the lined-up whores, both male and female, caught his eye. She was tall and curvy, her (h/c) hair was tied but some stray strands framed her oval face. Her (e/c) eyes were narrow and sharp as she waited to be chosen. Levi saw how her elegantly dressed figure switched feet at times as she watched his comrades from under long black lashes. She was probably putting bets on who was drunker than who and in that way calculating who'd treat her best if she were to be chosen by him.

Levi glanced at the window, waiting for his comrades to choose their whores and get out of the way. He never thought he'd get pushed in the front to be the first to choose.

"I don't need a whore." He clicked his tongue nonchalantly but still caught himself stealing a glance at the (h/c)-haired female. Somewhere deep in his intoxicated mind he hoped no fellow knight of his would snatch her away for the night.

The first one to pick was Erwin - he took a tall brunette with a flat front and back. Next was Mike, who walked out with a tall fair-haired female. Reiner took two - a small blonde with big blue eyes and a taller tan brunette with freckles; she was exotic and thus, probably super expensive. Berthold was shy at first, but still picked out a short glaring blonde, who, on their way out, had already began undressing them both.

Oluo took a petite strawberry blonde by the hand and dragged her away with a nasty smile on his not-so-youthful face. Levi would've quite enjoyed that one, but not as much as he thought he'd enjoy the (h/c)-haired one. A cheery brown-haired girl accompanied the grinning Connie to the exit and Jean took a freckled boy's hand with a mad blush, leaving for Eren the only ravenette in the line-up. He snatched her away faster than a man could blink, leading Levi to the conclusion it wasn't his first time choosing her. Poor Armin had passed out in the tavern so he was probably still there.

Levi was left in the room with the remaining three girls and two boys. The raven looked the whores up and down and he had to be honest when saying he'd tried it with a male (a younger comrade of his at that) but sex with a woman he considered better. The two males were excluded from his choices, leaving him with the three women, two of which fair-haired and short. The first was glaring and her arse was nowhere to be found. The second's smirk he found strangely repulsive despite her big breasts.

So he went with the obvious.

"You. (H/c) hair, (e/c) eyes. Come." He commanded coldly, expecting a reaction. She only followed him out of the room silently.  When they entered an empty room he moved to the bed and sat down. She stood by the door and stared at his face for quite some time before blurting out what he thought was the first thing that came to mind.

"So how many times has your nose been broken?"

"Four if I remember correctly. Two as a child, one as a teenager and one around three months ago." Levi spoke coldly though slurring the words weakly here and there. He couldn't bear his own breath, sp he doubted the woman in front of him would wish to deal with it.

"Poor thing." She said, smiling.

"Don't feel sorry for him. He'll be halfway up your arse before the night's through." Levi commented, making her laugh. He'd never felt himself get aroused by a whore's laughter, but everything had its first time. She walked a bit closer to him, to the point he could grab her if he stretched real good and wanted.

"I certainly don't mind." She commented.

"What's your name?" The raven-haired knight asked and she glanced downwards for a moment, scratching the side of her neck before looking him in the eyes.

"(Y/N)."

"Good. My name's Levi and since now you know what to scream let's start." Before she could start laughing again he'd already grabbed her by the thigh and pulled her on his lap. The only thing preventing this from being a normal action was the heavy armor Levi wore. (Y/N) fell and cussed and Levi guility guessed she'd have a bruise later.  The metal clanking soon stopped as her arms wrapped around his neck with a half-hearted glare.

"I should've gotten that off you before we entered the room." She declared and he snorted.

"As you should've gone with somebody else."

"You seem rather fine yourself. What makes you say that?"

"You would've had a better time with someone else."

"I don't think so." She smiled his way while dealing with the straps holding his armor together. He didn't respond and soon enough all metal was away from his body, making them both cringe as it hit the floor. Levi discarded his sword and once they were both sure nothing that could cause (Y/N) any more harm stood on his body, they got to work. Levi pressed her against the mattress and she giggled girlishly before he silenced her with a kiss.

"How'd you become a whore? You look a bit more like a lady." He asked while placing kisses all over her neck. It made her chuckle slightly before she asked sarcastically:

"Only a bit?"

"A lot." He admitted once fighting off the urge to plant a big kiss on her mouth and instead proceeded to leave a trail of pecks down to her collarbones.

"I am actually." She blurted out in a serious voice making Levi part from her with a shocked expression. He looked down into her eyes with his own wide ones and a frown on his face.

"Seriously?" She seemed serious for a part of the second before he heard her snort with laughter. His face stayed in its shocked state for the next few moments as he waited for her to finish cackling.

"No, I was just kidding with you! You should've seen your face. I'm just a bastard - my mother's a whore and I never knew my father, but she used to say he was some rich fella from the North." (Y/N) stated with a smug look, making Levi scowl.

"Then you'd be amused to hear I'm also a bastard." Levi admitted openly and her eyes widened. "I lived with my father for quite some time. His wife loved me a bit more than he did, but they were both quick to die."

"Sorry to hear."

"Not that much, you're not." He leaned into her face and nuzzled her nose softly. "Don't bother thinking of it, we're gonna spend one night together and that's it." He pressed their lips together and she gripped his raven locks with one hand while tugging at the hem of his shirt with the other. He quickly threw the shirt off and revealed his numerous scars to her sharp eyes. He thought she may run off. She didn't. It was her job, after all.

"Where'd you get that one?" She asked curiously while pointing at the three thin lines across his collarbone. He sat up and she propped herself on her elbows, staring up at him expectantly.

"From a bear. When I was seventeen." (Y/N) gaped at him with amazement instead of fear and his eyebrows raised just barely.

"And that one?" She pointed over to the one at the side of his torso, across his ribs. It was long and ugly, he hated the memory of it quite much, too. Not so much with pain as with humiliation instead.

"I got in a fight in the middle of a journey once in a tavern. The guy had an axe and I had a fork. He left with no eye and no throat and I left with a few chickens and this."

"That's so awesome, Levi!" She beamed brightly, but then suddenly clamped her mouth shut and looked down shyly. "Sorry, it's Ser."

"No, it is Levi." He corrected softly whilst taking her hand. "I feel a bit left-out, all half-naked and hard, and everything. Mind undressing for me?" She laughed and grasped the hem of her gown before uttering a small 'of course', which he liked thinking was a result of something besides her duty to serve him as her client for the night. It became clear to both after months of visiting that he hadn't been wrong to think that.