𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Seven Devils

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Warnings: third-person omniscient point of view, explicit sexual content, some fluff in the end if you squint

⚠️ IMPORTANT NOTE, PLEASE READ ⚠️

In this chapter and the whole story, there will be no mention of any contraceptive method. Remember guys, this is just a fanfiction. Please, do your research and stay informed about sex. Use your condoms, take your pills, take your tests, go see a doctor, protect yourself, protect your loved ones, your one-night-stands, your friends-with-benefits, your whoever, and stay healthy.

If you need anything, keep in mind that my dms are always open. Take care. Ok, now you're good to go... Enjoy.

Songs (highly recommended): "If You Let Me" by Sinead Harnett (ft. GRADES), "Seven Devils" by Florence + The Machine, "Can I" by Kehlani (ft. Tory Lanez) ]

Twenty-four hours earlier, Daphne would have backed off, prey to her thousand hesitations, her past, and her incurable fear of tomorrow. Twenty-four hours earlier, Levi would have limited himself to watching her from a distance, firm in his decisions, constrained in his captain's attire. Now, only thin layers of doubts, breaths, and clothing stood between them. Even their skin felt like a cage from which to escape.

"Please."

But those six letters were more than enough for Levi. Please. A word as docile as a prayer, in a whisper as urgent as a plea. He immediately captured her lips in his, eager as if starved for more, roaming his hands all over her, trying to put a stop to that insatiable longing, to that itch that he couldn't seem to get rid of. Daphne surrendered and let her body be completely subjected to his touch. Labored breaths, restless hands, heated skin, lips connected, tongues dancing around each other.

Trapped in his grip, she could feel his growing ache under her, his urgent need stirring his pants, twitching every time she grinded on him. That's when she believed she heard a voice in the distance whispering for her to act, to finally take control, a voice coming from somewhere hidden deep within her. She gently pushed him back, smirking up at him, watching him still panting. His hands were now gripped on her backside, eyes fixed on hers, when she started drawing lazy patterns with her fingers along his shoulders, collarbone and chest, gliding down his torso and finally on the hem of his pants, outlining his now evident bulge. She tilted her head, as if to ask for his permission. Levi could only manage to swallow, bobbing his Adam's apple in pure misery, allowing her to effortlessly slide his pants under him. He tried to steady himself with his hands on the mattress as he carefully watched her tracing tempting lines along his free shaft and then rising it, now holding it between her fingers. He gasped sharply and shivered when she passed her thumb over his tip. At his sudden reaction, she tilted her head again, quite dumbfounded.

"Nobody has ever touched me... there. I've never-" he suddenly confessed through his teeth, not able to finish his sentence.

If there was one thing that Daphne had learned from the brothel was never to hurt or question a man's ego in a delicate and intimate moment such as that, especially a man as proud as Levi. After all, there was nothing wrong with that, but she was definitely surprised, or more precisely, intrigued by his confession. If anything it just made her bolder and now able to seductively whisper,

"Let me take care of you, Levi. Just relax."

At the sound of her alluring, sweet voice, he felt hopelessly unarmed, defeated, the weakest man of all.

He would have never imagined that something so filthy could look so beautiful. So mesmerizing he couldn't help but stare at her in complete awe. Her eyes focused on his aching erection, her lips slightly parted, her hands wrapped around him, dripping with precum, as she stimulated him nonstop, stroking his tip with her palm at every twist and turn. His stuttered breath suggested to her he was close at that point. Moistening her lips, Daphne stepped back, sat down on her heels, and slowly spread his legs, as his pants fell down at his ankles. Positioning herself in between, she glided her hands up to his legs, coming back to her main goal. Her mouth moved inward reaching him again, teasing, kissing, and licking his length. Driven by pure frustration, Levi sighed and cupped the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair. But little did he know he was right where she wanted. At his limit.