Chapter Twenty-Five: Six Long Weeks
Description: Six weeks of restraint and unattended desires finally come to a culmination between Levi and y/n, threatening to explode.
TW: Smut. Oh my god, so much nasty smut, where should I even begin? Soft!DomLevi, a little bit of humiliation if you squint, some forcefulness and groping/grabbing (THIS IS NOT NON-CON!), a little voyeurism, a little lactation kink (our boy likes to dabble in a little bit of everything), nasty, dirty, ball-slappy rough sex, foul language, cunnilingus, all that. All. Of. That.
MDNI!
WC: about 6,000 (it’s a monster, I know.)
Listening to: Fingers Crossed– Léonie Barbot (No, really…listen to this while you read.)
Enjoy(;
y/n
Six weeks.
It had been six long, unbearable, yet somehow beautiful weeks. Full of tears, laughter, and the chaos of learning how to live a new life. And through it all, she had watched Levi become something that both made her heart swell, and crushed it in the best way possible— He was a father now.
Y/n leaned against the cedar pillar of the porch, arms snug around the baby, pretending to be interested in the sound of the soft rush of the running stream nearby, bouncing Troup as he cooed happily up at her.
She wasn’t interested in it at all.
Instead, her eyes tracked him. Every single movement.
Levi stood a few yards away, splitting wood with precise, controlled strikes. Every movement was efficient, clean, and intentional.
How Infuriating.
The swing of the axe pulled through his shoulders, and his back was tightening under the thin fabric of his shirt, muscles shifting with each motion like something wild being restrained, and held back. Then he pulled it off altogether...grabbing it in that sexy way, over his shoulders, peeling it down his defined arms.
Fuck...
Her jaw tightened as she clenched her teeth, and she shifted uncomfortably.
He hadn’t touched her yet. Not once. Not like that. Only platonically, and it drove her fucking mad. Armin and Connie had left the day before, leaving them all alone, and the tension was palpable. At first, she thought she was upset with Levi for not allowing them to go along with Connie and Armin. But now she realized: she was upset because an expectation of hers had not been met.
The expectation that he was going to violently fuck her into the headboard until she saw God the moment they left.
But no such thing had happened. He wouldn't even touch her, and he was avoiding her like the plague.
Her gaze dropped—briefly, and shamelessly—to where his pants clung to his waist.
Six weeks…
Her fingers curled into Troup's blankets nervously. He wriggled like a cute little inchworm. She smiled down at him and laughed at his cooing, but she was internally worried.
Was he not interested? Her body did look much different than the taught, muscular, strong woman he remembered before. She had always been in shape. Now she had a little more chub to her tummy where before she didn’t even have a single roll when she bent over. And although she was still incredibly small-framed, she thought about how wide her hips were now, how her bottom had stretch marks, and so did her breasts, which were always full and leaking milk.
He must think I’m disgusting…
She struggled with the thought that maybe he just wasn't sexually attracted to her any longer.
Surely that couldn't be it.
So why wasn’t he falling all over her?
Her breath caught slightly in her throat as he lifted the axe again; the movement was sharper this time, a little less controlled.
Say something, she thought, almost frustrated.
Do something.
Instead, he just… kept going.
Like she wasn’t losing her mind.
Like she wasn’t standing right here, watching him, waiting for him to make his move.
Levi
Six weeks.
He knew exactly how long it had been.
Levi drove the axe down harder than necessary, wood splitting clean down the middle, and flying in opposite directions.
Focus.
That was all this was. Discipline.
He wasn’t going to rush her.
Not after everything, the least she deserved was space, peace, and healing--inside and out. After what she’d been through—what her body had endured, what she’d survived. The memory alone was enough to make something tight coil in his chest; his heart hurt when he remembered her recovery...it had been anything but easy. Not to mention the guilt he felt for breaking her ribs when he was performing chest compressions on her. He couldn't stand the fact that he had caused her harm, even if it was in an attempt to save her life.
So he kept his distance, gave her space, and waited for her to make her move. It was her territory, he would stay out of it until invited in.
That’s what she needed.
…Right?
His grip tightened around the handle as he caught movement from the corner of his eye. She was bouncing the baby on the porch.
She was watching him--again. All day she had lingered close by him, but never really approached. They would share a small, awkward glance, or she would ask him where something was. But other than that, she was keeping an arm's length between them. He couldn't understand the inner workings of this woman's mind.
What did she want?
Impossible woman...
He didn’t look up right away—but he felt it. The weight of her gaze, and the way that it lingered on him. It was very intentional.
His jaw moved slightly as he gritted his teeth together.
He swung again, entirely too hard, punishing the wood unintentionally. It cracked sharply, splintering at the edges.
Damn it.
He exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
Because if he looked at her—really looked at her—he wasn’t entirely sure he’d keep this control he worked so hard to maintain the last few weeks. Not when she moved the way she did now, she was so enticing just with the way she maneuvered around the house—she wasn't even trying. She didn't need to. Her gorgeous body had softened in some places, and sharpened in others—
He swallowed hard, feeling his control start to slip again… and the growing tightness in his pants wasn’t helping matters.
He set the axe down.
Enough.
y/n
Y/n couldn’t stand to be near Levi any longer.
So when he finally set the axe down and disappeared into the trees, she felt a flicker of relief. However, it was fleeting and quickly replaced with yearning.
The truth was, she couldn’t stand being near him because of what she wanted.
She wanted to rip those loose-fitted pants clean off that gorgeous, vascular waist and drag him down into the grass—sweat, dirt, and all. She wanted him to fill her to the brim and slam-fuck her into oblivion—until her mind went blank, until the only thing she could remember how to do was say his name.
She breathed deeply, trying to focus on anything other than the rush of excitement going directly to her core.
“Get it together…you....you moron!” she muttered at herself under her breath.
After what felt like an eternity of pacing, rocking, and quiet pleading, she finally managed to get Troup to sleep. Carefully, and gently, she placed him into the bassinet stroller, pulling the cover over him to shield his face from the sunlight.
The quiet should’ve helped.
But it didn’t.
Her thoughts were still tangled, and restless—pulling her in way too many directions at once. So she moved towards the stream, hoping to find respite.
The dirt path wound through the trees, familiar beneath her feet as she pushed the stroller along, the sound of the stream was growing louder with each step. The steady rush of water usually calmed her, giving her something to focus on.
She needed that right now--badly. She needed to think. She needed to know why he didn't want her anymore.
She would sit by the brook and try to read more into McCarty’s research that Armin had left in her careful custody. Focus on something other than the way Levi looked, splitting wood like he was trying to flesh something out of his system.
“You’ve got to get it together,” she whispered again, quieter this time.
The trees began to thin; she could see gentle light spilling through their branches into the clearing ahead.
She stepped forward—
And froze.
Her breath caught, and she immediately ducked behind the thick trunk of a nearby tree, instinct kicking in before her mind could catch up. One hand steadied the stroller, the other pressed against the bark as she leaned just enough to stay hidden.
Shit.
Her eyes flicked down quickly.
Troup was still asleep—completely undisturbed, pacifier working lazily in his mouth like he was still nursing in his dreams.
Good.
Because what she’d just stumbled into was not something she was prepared for. She knew she should’ve looked away.
But she didn’t. She couldn't
Y/n stood just past the tree line, her fingers curled lightly around the bark, her breath shallow as she peeked through the gaps in the branches like a shy child.
Levi was in the water.
Naked.
The brook ran low this time of year—clear, slow-moving, catching the last of the evening light. It traced along his skin in thin streams, slipping down the lines of his shoulders, his back—
Her throat went dry.
He had stripped down, without any restraint.
He didn't know that she was standing here, completely frozen, trying—and miserably failing—to be decent.
She couldn’t ignore the unmistakable evidence of his arousal just beneath the surface. She wanted to leap in after him. She watched carefully. When he stepped deeper in, his head tipping back slightly as he ran a hand through his damp hair, she nearly fainted into the pine needles on the mossy forest floor.
A slow exhale left him.
God, that was so sexy...
Her stomach did flips.
From what? She thought, her grip tightening on the tree.
She was only literally his wife...she had seen him naked more times than she could even care to imagine, and he had been inside of the deepest parts of her, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her. There wasn't a place on her body his tongue hadn't explored. He had fucked her in every possible position under the sun.
So why was she so flustered by this now?
Her gaze dragged—agonizingly slow—over his body. Over the sharp lines of his back, the way his muscles flexed when he scooped water into his hands, throwing it over his face and neck, his perfect, thick thighs, and sculpted ass... There was still tension in his frame even now.
He wasn’t relaxed, not really. Not even close.
Oh, I could make him relax, alright...
She mentally punched herself in the gut. What was wrong with her today? Her pulse picked up, heat was rising in her fast and unforgiving, settling low in her stomach.
Six weeks...
And he was out here—completely unaware—or worse, completely aware—and just—
Bathing.
Like this was normal. Like she wasn’t about to lose her mind. Why couldn't he just read her mind? Why didn't he just know what she needed? Was he intent on making her say it?
Infuriating, impossible man.
Her lips parted slightly as he shifted, turning just enough that she had to snap her gaze away for half a second—
Only to look right back.
Because she couldn’t help it.
Because it was him. Captain Levi Ackerman. The same Levi Ackerman who would make her heart pound out of her ears every time she was around him. She had forgotten how it felt...to see him as Captain Ackerman and not her husband. Not someone she had cried and laughed with and grown so used to that she had lost her spark with him.
That's it...We lost our spark.
She wanted to facepalm herself.
But this was a good thing right? Because this feeling meant it was all coming back to her. But did he feel the same?
She gazed harder, her wetness pooling shamelessly between her thighs. Throbbing. Pulsing. God, she wanted him so badly...She couldn't stop herself from looking.
And then he looked back, toward the tree line.
Her breath hitched softly in her throat.
They didn't make eye contact, but she knew he was more instinctive than that. He rose back out of the water, his naked body fully visible to her. His gaze lingered nearby. Her heart raced. He could notice her any moment.
It was exhilarating.
Levi
The cold water should’ve helped.
It usually did. These last few weeks when he wanted her, and couldn't have her. The cold water disciplined him. Took his mind off of her sex. Off of the way she used to squirm under him and moan his name...so wispy and beautiful...of how she used to cum around him. Wet the sheets. That sheepish, embarrassed little look she would give him that only drove him to fuck her harder.
Stop.
Control yourself.
Levi dragged a hand through his hair again, exhaling slowly as the brook moved all around him, steady and cool against his skin that felt too hot—too tight.
The water wasn’t enough.
Not lately. Not with her this close all the time, but just out of his arm's reach. Just far enough away enough that he couldn't have her.
Not with the way that she looked at him—
He stilled. There was a shift in the air. It was subtle, but it made his skin prickle. Not something he’d ever miss.
His eyes flicked—just slightly—toward the tree line.
He didn’t turn fully. Didn’t call it out. But he knew--she was there.
Watching him.
He bit the inside of his bottom lip. He wanted to smile so badly, but that would give him away.
Of course, she was watching. She wanted him. Probably as badly as he needed her.
A part of him—controlled, and disciplined—told him to ignore her presence. To finish, get out, walk back like nothing had happened.
The other part—
Didn’t want to move at all.
Because if she was going to stand there and watch him like that—He wasn’t going to make it easy on her. He wanted to lure her out. He wanted her to come into the water with him so badly.
He shifted deeper into the water, slower this time, very deliberate.
Letting the moment stretch. Letting her get a good look.
His head tilted just slightly, like he was considering turning—
But he didn’t.
Not yet.
y/n
He knew.
Oh God—he knew.
The realization hit her all at once, sharp and humiliating and worse—
Thrilling.
He hadn’t turned, and hadn’t said anything.
But there was something in the way he moved—slower now, more deliberate—turning his body to face her, leaning his head back, showing a full frontal view, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as water dripped down his perfect torso all the way to his...
Heat flooded her face.
He knows I’m watching. Oh my God.
And he wasn’t stopping her.
Her heart started pounding harder and faster.
Her fingers tightened against the tree.
This wasn’t fair.
He was doing this on purpose now.
And she didn't know how much more she could take.
A little dip wouldn't hurt...But no. She had too much pride to advance first.
Troup began to stir behind her, she quickly grabbed a hold of the stroller, and headed back towards the cabin, letting him watch her as she disappeared off into the trees.
y/n
Later, back at the cabin, there was a shift in the air. It was no longer subtle—the tension was thick.
The baby was asleep, the sun had set, and the house was quiet, wrapped in the low hum of night. Levi had opened all of the living room windows to let the cool summer breeze blow through—to y/n's relief. Crickets outside thrummed, and the steady sound of the stream moved softly beyond the open window.
The silence between them, the small talk and small replies—only amplified the undeniable charge.
The air was electric.
Y/n moved through the kitchen slowly, and hesitantly, like she was aware of every inch of space that existed between them.
She opened the cabinet and paused. Her brows pulled together slightly. Sitting there neatly, in the cupboard, a bottle of cherry wine.
She frowned, pulling it out—and something slipped from beneath it.
A folded note.
Her lips parted slightly as she opened it.
To break the ice… and ease the tension.
—A
She stared at it for a second. Then scoffed softly under her breath.
“Armin…” she muttered. "You meddling little shit…thank you!” She whispered
She didn’t just thank him for the wine, but because she came to a realization. Levi probably didn’t want to rush her. He didn’t want to break the ice that he wasn’t sure should be touched. It was likely nothing to do with her body, or anything other than his strong will and self-control.
Her fingers curled slightly around the paper before she set it aside, her eyes flicking toward Levi.
He was at the sink, sleeves pushed up, hands wet as he rinsed off the potatoes.
Completely unaware.
Or pretending to be, who knew.
Her lips pressed together, something shifting in her expression—something more decisive now.
Fine.
She grabbed two glasses.
“Look what I found.”
He turned, giving her a smirk.
“Care to join me?” She ployed.
“How can I say no?” He gave her a small smile, drying his hands.
She poured the wine. Heavily. His eyes widened.
“Trying to get wasted?” He teased.
“Not wasted…”
Trying to get laid is more like it…
He smiled and toasted her glass. They both took a deep sip, meeting eyes for a brief moment. He quickly broke contact, clearing his throat.
“Very sweet..” he said softly, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass.
“Mmm…”
Y/n couldn’t let herself feel discouraged now. She had to press harder…to force his hand.
Levi
He knew something had changed.
Levi dried his hands slowly, gaze flicking toward her without turning his head fully.
She was quieter, much more focused. There was intention in the way she moved now—less hesitation. That alone was enough to spark a feeling in his chest—anticipation?
He exhaled through his nose, setting the towel aside.
Don’t read into it.
Don’t assume.
He finished his glass of wine and began peeling the potatoes carefully.
She walked by him, brushing him softly as she passed.
Reached around him to grab a spoon, grazing his arm with her soft hand.
God, she’s trying to kill me.
He turned—
And stopped.
She was closer than he expected.
Much closer.
She stared up at him, she was silent, but her eyes were begging him.
Pleading.
They were screaming:
Please touch me
Y/n
He turned too fast.
And suddenly—
There was no space left.
Her breath stopped for a moment.
She hadn’t meant to get that close—hadn’t expected him to turn towards her.
But now she was here.
And so was he.
Face to face.
Her heart started pounding hard against her ribs, her eyes lifting to meet his. She begged him silently. She wanted him to notice.
To notice how badly she needed him.
God—
He looked like he was holding himself together by a thread.
That tight jaw.
Those eyes—
So dark and focused. Locked on her like he didn’t know where to look without losing it completely.
Her lips parted slightly.
She didn’t step back. She didn’t say anything—her pride would never allow it. She needed him to be the one to initiate.
She just looked at him.
Waiting.
Levi
That was it.
That look.
He felt it all at once—sharp and sudden, his heart was fluttering.
She wasn’t pulling away. She was right in front of him, facing him off.
She was looking at him like—
Like she wanted him to do something about that.
His restraint snapped.
His hand came up fast, gripping her jaw—not rough, but firm enough to anchor her in her place. Her gasp hit him where he was already straining.
“Say something,” he muttered low.
Her breath got caught in her throat. She looked as if she couldn’t find the words.
But she didn’t need to say anything.
He would talk her through it.
Enough waiting.
Whatever composure he had left snapped clean in two.
“Yeah,” he muttered low, almost to himself, his eyes dragging over her face like he was committing every one of her reactions to memory. “That’s what I thought.”
Her breath came faster now—uneven, and shallow—her hands were gripping his shirt like she didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.
So he decided for her.
His hand dropped from her jaw to her waist, gripping tight as he pulled her flush against him—no space left between them.
No going back…
Her head tipped back slightly at the force of it.
“Still think you’re in control of this?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous against her lips. “We’ve been doing this dance all day long…”
Her fingers tightened in his shirt.
“…You tell me,” she shot back, breathless but still pushing—still fighting him.
“Careful,” he warned, quieter now—but sharper. “You don’t get to challenge me and then act surprised when I answer.”
Her pulse jumped.
Good.
Her hands slid up, fisting in his hair this time, dragging him down to her, his lips crashed into hers.
Not soft, it a was fast and hot. That did something to him—something dangerous. He pulled away and turned her around. A low breath left him—half exhale, half warning—as his other hand came up, pinning her wrist against the counter above her head in one swift movement.
Not enough to hurt her, but just enough to remind her
He was stronger.
She exhaled heavily.
But even then her lips curved slightly, defiantly, he knew she liked it.
Of course she did.
“Still want to test me?” he muttered against her mouth.
Her chest rose sharply.
“You'll find out…don’t stop now.”
That was all he needed.
She was breathing harder now, and so was he. The air between them felt like it might snap.
And then—
He moved. Fast. His grip shifted from her wrist to both her hips, lifting her clean off of her feet like she weighed nothing. Her breath broke into a sharp gasp as her hands instinctively grabbed onto him, legs wrapping around his waist without hesitation.
“Levi—”
“Too late,” he cut her off, voice low, edged, and final. There was no going back now. He didn’t give her time to think, to argue, or push back this time. He turned, carrying her down the short hall with controlled urgency; his grip was unyielding.
The door to the guest room hit the wall harder than intended when he pushed it open.
Neither of them cared, not now. Not when she was pulling at him again—hands all in his shirt, dragging him down the second his feet crossed the threshold.
He let her. For half a second. Then he took that control right back.
His hand came up, catching her jaw again, pulling her into another kiss—deeper this time, his tongue invaded her mouth, he claimed her lips slowly, but no less demanding. He was making a point now. He was done pretending he didn’t want this.
Her back hit the mattress, the moment was anything but gentle. He looked feral— he knew it. He felt feral, and unrestrained. He could tell by that look in her eyes that he seemed unpredictable to her.
He hovered over her for just a second—just long enough for her to breathe and process their encounter. His eyes dragged over her slowly and deliberately. He was taking in every inch of her like he’d been denying himself the right to look for weeks. His hand slid down her side, stopping at her hip, gripping it firmly, in a reassuring way.
“You sure about this?” he asked low—not hesitant, and not unsure, but he had to know that she was okay. He needed to hear her say it. He had to offer her the out he’d been holding onto this whole time.
Her chest rose sharply beneath him, eyes locked on his.
“Levi…”
“That’s not an answer,” he said, voice low. “Say it.”
Her breath shuddered unevenly, her fingers curling into his shirt like she needed something to hold onto.
“Please Levi—it’s all I’ve wanted all day…I can’t—” she let out a frustrated breath, shaking her head slightly. “I’m going crazy over you. Please… just—don’t stop.”
Y/n
Y/n saw something shift in his gaze slightly just before he claimed her mouth once more. Everything he was holding back began to pour out-- all the emotion, all of the frustrations, and all of the love he wanted to give to her for so long.
And she couldn’t be more thrilled.
He ran his hands down her body while he swirled his tongue against hers, their lips meeting and parting again, exchanging hot gasps as his fingertips found the edge of her shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it over her head, and immediately overwhelmed her once again.
His groans were going directly to her heat, she shifted underneath him. Her breasts were spilling out of her brassiere. He took a handful and massaged gently. A wet spot appeared through the fabric as he pressed gently. Something about that really seemed to entice him. She felt his cock twitch against her thigh.
“Damn it…thats—” he trailed off.
Y/n never broke eye contact as she sat up slightly, reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra. She allowed it to fall, her breasts bounced lightly at their release, her long hair brushed against them, her nipples peeked through, hardening. A small trace of milk still lingered on her breast, dripping down.
“You like that, don’t you?” She teased her eyes traveling him.
“…You think I don’t?”
“Only one way to find out…” she teased, tossing her hair back, looking up at him through her lashes.
His hand came up slowly, and deliberately like he wanted her to feel every second of it. His fingers brushed over her first—lightly testing before pinching gently, just enough to make her squirm slightly.
The whimper that slipped from her affected him immediately.
She could tell that he needed more. She did too.
“Seems like you like it more than me…” he murmured low, thumb brushing once more—slower this time, and more intentional. Her back arched slightly into his touch, betraying her before she could say anything. A quiet, knowing breath left him.
“Tch…”
His other hand came up, steadying her by the waist, keeping her right where he wanted her. His mouth found her breast, slow and deliberate, like he was relishing his earned prize after weeks of being restrained. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing at first—testing—before his lips closed around it, warm and firm as he drew her in.
His hand steadied her, fingers splayed against her side as he repeated the motion—slow flicks of his tongue, a gentle pull of his mouth that sent a sharp, electric shiver straight through her. Her head spun.
It felt almost forbidden.
For weeks, her body had served a different purpose—something softer, and more necessary. This part of her had been reduced to one purpose: to feed and to nurture.
But right now, it was his.
The shift hit her all at once, heat gathering deep inside of her, fingers tightening in his hair as a soft, broken sound slipped from her lips.
Levi exhaled against her skin, a low, rough sound that betrayed his collected demeanor, that showed just how much this was affecting him, too.
“…fuck…”
He didn’t linger long before shifting, his mouth trailing across her skin to her other breast, his touch no less deliberate, or no less consuming.
“So damn beautiful…” he murmured, voice low against her skin. “Absolutely perfect...”
He repeated the motion—slower this time, more intentional—like he knew exactly what it was doing to her and had no intention of stopping.
It drove her insane.
Her back arched. Her breath was uneven now, her body was reacting before she could even think. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him. Now.
“Levi…fuck me. Right now.”
He didn’t hesitate for one second. He only obeyed. In an instant, he shed his clothes. He made quick work of her shorts and panties. He paused only for a moment to admire her dripping wet heat before climbing over her and lining up his cock with her entrance. One hand traveled to the back of her neck, and he gripped there firmly, making sure it was entangled in the hair at the base of her neck where he held her, forcing her gaze onto him.
“Look at me.”
He didn’t raise his voice—but it wasn’t a suggestion.
She complied instantly, her eyes locking onto his.
She could feel him—his length brushing slow and deliberate against her pussy, the last bit of space between them all but gone now. His grip on her firmed.
“Don’t look away. Not once.”
She nodded in agreement.
He pushed into her slowly, deliberately. Never breaking eye contact. Her lips parted immediately into a perfect “O”, a soft gasp slipping out as he pressed deeper, inch by inch. If he hadn’t been holding her by the hair, her head would’ve fallen back completely, helpless against this feeling.
The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming—the stretch was bordering on unbearable, she felt like he was taking her virginity. Even with her dripping onto the blankets beneath them—even with him like this, slow and controlled, he had to work his way in slowly.
He didn’t rush it. And he didn’t look away.
Not for a second. Neither did y/n—she didn’t dare. When he finally settled fully inside her, their bodies flush against each other, he stilled—just long enough to feel it.
Her eyes fluttered shut. His hand came up instantly, gripping her chin—not rough, but firm.
“Stay with me,” he said, voice rough. “I’m not repeating it.”
Her eyes opened again, and locked on his.
“Is that good?” he asked, voice lower.
She knew exactly what he meant. She took a breath, steadying herself, feeling everything carefully. No sharp pain. Nothing unordinary, or concerning.
Just him occupying her completely.
“Yes…” she breathed. “Go slow… please.”
He nodded once. Then moved.
He dragged himself back carefully before pressing inside again measured and controlled—like he was forcing himself to hold that agonizing pace.
She panted and moaned against his lips, they stared deeply into each other.
It felt too good.
A quiet whimper slipped from her lips, her hands tightening against him as he continued—slow, steady, and meaningful, like he wanted her to feel every agonizing drag.
But it wasn’t enough.
Not for her.
His jaw was clenched very hard, breath growing heavier as he fought to keep this slow pace for her, his grip was still firm in her hair as he eased them both down into the mattress. Every instinct in him was screaming to lose it. To take more.
To fuck her harder.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his poise was visibly cracking.
“Levi…” her voice trembled. “Fuck me faster…”
There it was…like earning access into heaven.
His head dipped for a second, a sharp exhale leaving him like he’d been holding it in for weeks. Then he moved. The pace shifted instantly—faster—his control snapping into something more raw, and unrestrained. Her soft sounds only pushed him further, feeding into it, and driving him forward. He shifted onto his knees, lifting her legs, and adjusting her beneath him with precision—even now, even like this, he was thinking ahead.
He slid a pillow beneath her hips.
Oh shit.
He drove into her again—harder this time—setting a pace that made the bed creak beneath them, the rhythm sharp and relentless. The room filled with the sound of them—the panting, the movement, the loud, broken sounds she couldn’t hold back. Six weeks of restraint—gone in moments. Her legs trembled against him, her body reacting faster than her mind could keep up.
Still—
She wanted more.
“Harder…” she gasped.
His grip tightened. He obeyed.
His movements were sharper now, rougher, his control unraveling piece by piece as he lost himself in it. One hand dropped, his thumb finding her clit, circling it with slick, ruthless precision as he drove into her.
Her voice began to crack, letting out strangled moans. She arched off the bed slightly, her voice louder now, and uncontrolled—it was no longer something she could contain.
Her head tipped back.
And instantly—His hand caught her chin again.
“I already told you,” he said, low, breath uneven, eyes dark and locked on hers, “don’t look away.”
She forced her eyes back to his
He looked completely undone. Utterly fucked out.
I wonder if I look the same to him.
Levi
Levi had never seen her look more beautiful or sexy than he did at that very moment. Her eyes fought to stay on his—just like he told her—but her body kept betraying her, her gaze kept slipping, rolling back every time he drove deep enough to pull a broken sound from her throat.
Her eyes slipped again—just for a second—and that was all it took.
His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to force her gaze onto his again, no room left for her to drift.
“Tch.”
The sound was low and irritated.
“Still not listening.”
There was no teasing left in his voice now.
His grip on her sharpened, his movements turning harsher—not reckless or sloppy but completely intentional. He wanted it to mean something. He wanted to fuck her just how she liked.
Punishment.
That's what she got off on.
What kept her in line.
“You really don’t learn, do you?” he muttered, voice rough, eyes locked on hers like he was daring her to look away.
His hand slid from her chin; he gripped her breast tightly, giving her no chance to be obedient. Her eyes screwed shut. She cried out.
“No,” he corrected under his breath, almost to himself. “We’re not doing that.”
He pulled out completely, rising to his feet.
The sudden loss of him made her body jolt, a broken breath leaving her as her hips instinctively chased after him.
“Levi…” she whined, voice trembling. “I was about to cum…”
He just shook his head, jaw tight, dropping down to his knees. His hands caught her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed with little effort.
“Tch.”
His gaze flicked up to hers, dark and thoroughly unimpressed.
“Can’t even follow a simple order,” he muttered. “And you expect to finish?”
His eyes dropped.
She was already shaking—body tense, reacting, and needing him—and he noticed. A quiet exhale left him, something darker settling in his expression.
“Look at you…” he murmured under his breath.
He leaned in. Slow at first—almost like he was taking his time—before his tongue teased at her opening. He continued upwards, watching her as he licked a stripe up her labia where his lips rested on her mound, circling and swirling.
His fingers followed, sliding in with practiced ease, setting a pace that was controlled—but unforgiving.
Not rushed, and certainly not gentle.
Her punishment...
Her hands gripped the sheets.
“Levi—please—” she gasped, voice breaking. “I need to—”
“Yeah?” he cut in low, not stopping. “That what you want?”
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hand never letting up, his thumb replacing his tongue on her clit.
“Would’ve been easier if you listened the first time.”
Her body jerked under his touch, her breath catching harder now.
“Please…” she begged again, softer this time, more desperate. “I want to cum…”
He applied more pressure with his thumb, working at a brutal pace.
“Tch… I can tell,” he muttered.
His pace didn’t ease—if anything, it sharpened, pushing her right to the edge and holding her there.
Right where I want her to be…
“You’re close,” he said, voice low, almost clinical. “And still can’t do what you’re told.”
Her voice broke completely.
“I will—I will, I promise—just—please—”
That did something to him. That soft, sweet begging he couldn’t resist.
“Think you can manage that?” he asked, finally looking at her again. A beat passed, and she was squirming uncontrollably. “Do exactly what I say?”
“Yes—yes, I swear—” she rushed out, nearly frantic now.
He exhaled through his nose, then stood slowly.
His hand still teasing and playing with with her pussy, his gaze dragging over her like he was taking in every second of it. He could feel her tightening and pulsing around his hand. It made his cock twitch with excitement.
“You’re so close that it’s pathetic…” he muttered “I almost feel sorry.”
Her hips lifting slightly, she whimpered uncontrollably.
“I need you—” she choked out. “Please—”
That was what he needed. He withdrew his hand abruptly, and replaced it with himself just as fast. Her entire body reacted instantly, a sharp gasp breaking from her as she took him back in completely.
He shifted forward, bracing himself over her—elbows planted on either side of her head, caging her in completely.
“Eyes on me,” he said low. “This time, you behave.”
She nodded quickly, breath uneven, eyes locked on his.
Good.
He moved.
Harder this time, with much more intensity. His rhythm snapped into her sharper and more unforgiving. He knew just what she needed to reach the edge. Her moans became frantic, her body was pulling tighter all around him as he drove into her; the pace he was building was grueling.
“Levi—” she gasped, voice shaking. “I’m—”
“I know,” he muttered, jaw tight, eyes still on hers. “Don’t look away.”
Her hands came up, gripping his face, holding him there as her body finally gave in—the tension snapping all at once.
He caught the sound she made against his mouth, kissing her hard and messy, consuming her, still watching her even then.
Making sure she was watching.
When he pulled back, his breathing had gone uneven, his pace losing most of its precision. His control was slipping. He was so close, a little too close.
“Levi…” she warned, breathless now. “Don’t—”
He heard her.
But he was already there.
“Fuck—”
He pulled out quickly, shifting away just in time, shooting hot ropes of cum on her pussy instead. A low string of curses fell from his mouth as he pumped his arm, spilling the last of what he had onto her body.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then he dropped back beside her, breathing hard, one arm thrown over his eyes as he forced himself to come back down.
“…Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.
Silence.
Then—
“Umm… Levi?”
His arm dropped instantly.
“Oh..right. Sorry.”
He pushed himself up without another word, grabbing a cloth and cleaning her off carefully.
When he finished, he settled back beside her, pulling her in against his chest, pressing a brief kiss to her hair.
A stint of silence passed, and nothing but their breathing remained.
“Wait…" She said curiously, "Isn’t this Connie’s room?”
He let out a quiet, surprised breath—something close to a laugh.
“…Yeah. He pissed me off last week.”
She broke out in uncontrollable laughter. And for a moment, everything softened. They stayed like that—quiet and steady—until Troup’s shrill wail from down the hall cut through the silence.
They both froze. Then looked at each other. She gave a small smile.
“Feeding time,” she said, already moving. He followed close behind.
“Don’t make me wait that long again,” he muttered, giving her a light tap as she passed. She shot him a look over her shoulder.
“As long as you don’t get me pregnant again, we won’t have to.”
He huffed—halfway amused. He thought of her cute, pregnant figure. Her little pregnant waddle. How she grew an entire life for him, how she sacrificed everything to bring someone so perfect and innocent into the world. His heart swelled.
“No promises.”
