Delete That! - A Levi X Reader Request

Delete That!!

Morning...
So I've had to do some editing to this because Wattpad doesn't like my format 🙄🤨

So... a quick run down to avoid confusion.
(F/N) - FIRST NAME
(L/N) - LAST NAME
(N/N) - NICK NAME
(H/C) - HAIR COLOUR

WRITING LIKE THIS IS A RESPONSE
WRITING LIKE THIS IS YOUR REPLY

I did have it all positioned on left and right side but Wattpad said no 🤷‍♀️

Request one-shot.
I hope I got it right for you! If not lemme know and I'll give it another whirl because this was quite fun 😂

Smutty, attempt at humour, no plot.
Slight AU, slight OOC Levi

Enjoy!
Xxx

(F/N) stood in front of her full length mirror, examining herself. She had finally received her first pay check from the survey corps and had decided to treat herself to some much needed new underwear and a sexy lingerie piece. Not that she had anyone to wear it for, but her friends had said it was always good to be prepared. She turned to the side, checking to make sure everything looked in proportion. She couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed, a new bra was just what she needed, her chest looked amazing.

The black and shell silk bra gave her mounds just the right shape and lift, the balconette design of the bra helped to create a full, natural shape and gave great support, lifting the top half of her breasts to help create a nice, rounded cleavage. Plus the fact that the bra only covered half of her breasts, exposing the top half made her feel incredibly sexy. The matching knickers, looked a little bit like really sexy shorts, worn as knickers, exposing a decent portion of her ass and flattering the curve of her hips perfectly. She had been happy with just that, but Mikasa had insisted she buy the suspender belt and lace stockings to go with it. She had to admit, it was a nice touch, the suspenders hung tightly over her thighs and the lace topped stockings made her legs look amazing. The high heels she was currently wearing certainly helped though.

(F/N), had never felt so sexy before in all her life. She gave herself a small smile, picking up her phone and opening up her camera. She had promised to send Mikasa a picture of her new attire. Mikasa, was her best friend, and she had been the one to help her pick out something incredible. She had wanted (F/N) to try the outfit on in the shop, so she could see there and then how it looked but (F/N) had flat out refused, not feeling at all comfortable stripping down to her underwear in the middle of a shop.

It took (F/N) a while to take a picture she was happy with. She was very much the sort of girl who found some tiny fault with every picture and made it a much bigger deal than what it was. Hair looking too messy, smile looking too fake, pose not quite right. She hated having her picture taken and rarely took any herself. But she had promised Mikasa.

Finally taking a picture she was happy with, she opened up her contacts and with a few clicks, had sent the picture, dropping her phone down on to her bed and kicking off her heels. She unclipped the suspender belt and stepped out of the stockings, placing them in the top drawer of her cabinet. Pulling on her trousers she stopped when she heard the message alert come from her phone. She picked it up and examined the front screen, expecting Mikasa’s name to be the one staring back at her. But it wasn’t.