desperate times, desperate measures (Levi x fem!Reader)
kinktober request featuring Levi Ackerman and aphrodisiacs/sex pollen for the lovely @aphroditaeon, tysm babe!! I had so much fun with this one, especially coming up with the premise. it turned into something much longer than I expected, so I really hope you still enjoy <3 [kinktober requests here!]
cw: dubcon bc sex pollen, + breeding kink (for plot reasons), overstim, desperation, general sex messiness, hand job, oral, p in v, spanking // wc: 4.1k // [ao3]
“This is it, Moblit! I’m sure of it. This one is going to work.” Hange practically bounced on their heels as they walked down the hallway.
Moblit eyed the vial in Hange’s hand. The bright pink liquid sloshed ominously. “You said that the last three times.”
“Have a little faith! Those three were just…calibrations!” They stopped in front of Moblit, eyes wide. “Imagine cute little Titan babies!”
Moblit wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, I’m still not sure why you want those.”
“It’s the principle of the thing!” Hange flung out their arms in enthusiasm, causing a passing group of cadets to duck for cover. “If we can induce this behavior, we can induce other ones.”
“And we’re starting with…relations?”
“Yes, of course!” Hange’s glasses flashed in the light as they pushed them into their hair. They were walking backward now and brandishing the vial at Moblit, lost in their explanation. “It’s a primary directive for most organisms, so it should be close to the surface, so to speak. I’ve extracted libido-enhancing hormones, herbs…every ingredient and concentration is perfectly dosed so they won’t want to do anything but-”
“Fuck!” Captain Levi rounded the corner and crashed into the oblivious Hange…and their little experiment. The lingering cadets took one look at the scene and fled. Levi fixed Hange with a withering glare, no less intimidating for the pink liquid that dripped from his hair. He stepped closer, broken glass crunching underfoot.
“Hange. What the fuck is this shit? No. First, why the fuck don’t you watch where you’re going? Four eyes and not one of them can see someone coming?” He shook his hands, grimacing as pink droplets flew off.
Hange stepped backward as he advanced, hands up in defense. They neatly sidestepped the airborne fluid. “I didn’t see you! I swear!”
Moblit nodded quickly behind them. “It’s true, you came from behind and…” He closed his mouth abruptly. He wasn’t about to tell the Captain that he was below their line of sight. Levi seemed to put it together anyway, because his hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to lay them both out flat.
“And this shit that’s all over me?” He asked instead, squinting in disgust at the splashes across his uniform. He sniffed, noticing a spot on his collar. “Ugh, it smells like…is that dead flowers? This some shitty perfume?”
“Ah-ha, well. It’s something like that!”
“Something like that.” Levi repeated flatly. “I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now. Just tell me what was in there so I know how to clean it.” As he spoke, the Captain’s breath grew heavier. He felt uncomfortably hot all of a sudden, and it only made him more irritated. Hange and Moblit were exchanging glances, the pricks. He was acutely aware of sweat rolling down his spine. “Well??”
Hange blew out a breath. “It’s a solution we made for the Titan specim-…oof!.” Moblit elbowed them hard in the side.
“Don’t fuck with me,” Levi said, but his voice was losing its edge. He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm his racing heart.
“Just go wash it off,” Moblit amended quickly. Hange smiled weakly at Levi, whose cheeks were turning a disconcerting shade of pink.
“Okay. Yeah, alright.”
Hange’s head snapped up. That was it? But Levi looked almost distracted now. His furious gaze had gone glassy and unfocused. “Just- take care of the glass.” He waved at the shards that littered the hallway. “I’m going to go…change.” He muttered something like “damn shitty-glasses” as he turned and staggered back the way he’d come.
Hange and Moblit watched him go. “What the fuck are we going to do about that?” Moblit whispered.
“Nothing we can do.” Hange furrowed their brow as they processed the problem. “Odds are the Captain’s going to feel some…intense sensations.” As Levi got further away without coming back to kick their asses, Hange’s face turned more mischievous. “But given the sensitive nature of them, there’s no way he’ll risk anyone finding out. I bet he won’t even connect it to us!”
Moblit nodded thoughtfully. “But will he, you know, be okay?”
Hange was silent for a moment, running mental calculations. “He is a lot smaller than our intended subjects, which could pose a problem. But he didn’t actually ingest any of the solution. Based on cutaneous exposure alone…” They nodded firmly and began picking up glass. “He’ll just be in for a looong night.”
Moblit bent down to help. “Poor bastard. Good thing he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Hange’s burst of laughter echoed down the hall. “God, could you imagine?”
Unfortunately for you, Levi did have a girlfriend. You, his sweet, loving girlfriend, were on your way to his quarters after a grueling training day. You were looking forward to a hot shower and the massage that Levi had promised, your aching muscles eager for the relief of his strong hands.
You stopped short when you reached his door. There was a strange, faint noise coming from inside. You pressed your ear to the door- and jumped back as if you’d been burned. It was moaning. Drawn-out, muffled moaning as if the person making them had their face stuffed into a pillow and still couldn’t help the sounds. The hair on your arms stood up. That couldn’t be Levi, could it?
You knocked lightly on the door, and the noise abruptly stopped. “Captain? It’s me,” you called through the door.
His voice was hoarse. “I’m busy, go away.”
Now you were worried. Levi wasn’t one to break plans, or to dismiss you like that. And after the sounds you’d just heard? “I just finished training, I’m exhausted. Please let me in,” you knocked again.
You heard him swear, rough and pitchy. “I said to leave.” Quieter then, almost apologetic. “Please.”
Your stomach clenched. That voice was familiar after all. It sounded almost like the one you’d thought was just for you- the voice he used to whisper sweet things after making love, when you were lying together in his bed. Was there someone else in there with him? You hadn’t quite made up your mind when your thoughts were shattered by a long, unmistakable moan. Fuck that.
“I’m coming in,” you said, and shoved the door open.
“N-no don’t…!”
You gaped. You also slammed the door shut behind you, praying no one else had glimpsed inside. Because Levi was half-naked, his pants shoved down below his ass, his arms taut and shaking where he held himself up against the edge of the bed. From the looks of it, he’d just frozen in the act of humping your pillow.
The scene was so bizarre, so outside of the realm of what you’d expected to see from your meticulous, disciplined, hard-ass partner, that you just stood there for a long moment. Enough time for him to yank his pants back up and scramble to a sitting position, shoving the pillow into his lap, his face flaming. Your brain sprinted through frantic, half-formed thoughts.
You wanted to ask what the fuck was happening, but then again you did barge in after he warned you not to, but Levi was your partner, though he hadn’t exactly been for very long, and maybe this was just something he did and you were never meant to know? But also it was your pillow so that was fucking gross, but a guilty little part of you was pleased to see him looking so embarrassed, it was so rare that you saw him be anything other than perfect, that is if he didn’t dump you for walking in on whatever this was- and then the panic slammed to a halt.
Because Captain Levi wasn’t looking angry. He was looking at you like you were the finest food he’d ever seen, and he was starving. His eyes were heavy-lidded, glassy, pupils blown wide. He had leaned back on the bed, propped on his elbows, and his bare chest rose and fell quickly, glossed with sweat. His lips were parted, pink where he’d bitten them. Apologies and accusations died in your throat.
“Come here,” he said. Again, wrung out of a hoarse throat, he added, “please.”
You obeyed, of course. You approached the bed cautiously, heart racing as you stared at him. “Are…are you alright?”
Levi shook his head, a strange little laugh bubbling up from his chest. “No.” As he spoke, his eyes kept dropping to your lips. Each time he’d trail off for a moment, dazed, then he’d summon some strength and continue talking, only to lose track again in the next sentence. “Hange fucking poisoned me, got some weird shit all over my clothes… think I’m- allergic or something-” he broke off, swallowing thickly. “Can’t make it stop…”
“Make what stop?”
Slowly, he moved the pillow off his lap. The friction of the fabric made him whimper, and it was proof of his sorry state that he didn’t throw you out just for witnessing the sound. Levi’s pants were soaked, the whole crotch lifting with the throb of his cock. He was hard, painfully so- that much was clear even before he pushed his pants back down to his ankles. His thighs, his abs, every muscle was taut, his body drawn tight as a bowstring. A stream of precum leaked from his swollen tip, dripping down to his heavy balls.
“Oh my god.” You reached out but stopped before you touched him. “Can I- help?”
The sheets creaked where Levi white-knuckled them. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips up, trying to reach your waiting hand. It was pathetic, but he was beyond caring. “Please,” he croaked. “Yes god please, please, please…”
Never in your life had you heard a sound like the one Levi made when you closed your fist around his cock. A broken whimper, pitched up into a high, desperate keen, an animal sound of relief. His mouth fell open, quick little pants falling from his lips in time with your tentative strokes. You could feel his veins pulsing against your palm. Precum coated your hand immediately.
“God, yes, been- hah- been touching myself but it didn’t- it wasn’t like you…” You swiped your thumb over his slit as he babbled, watching in awe at the way it made his whole body shudder. Levi fell back against the mattress, his eyes clenched shut as you settled yourself between his legs.
“Yeah? You were waiting for me?”
“Mhmm,” he moaned. “Mmff what- don’t know what’s wrong with me- I can’t-” his brows knit together and he bit hard on his lip. His expression cycled between shame and pleasure, like he was trying to fight the inevitable. “Tried to fix it myself.” He gestured weakly at the soaked pants on the ground, at your forgotten pillow.
“You poor thing…” You normally wouldn’t have dared to pity him out loud, but the face that should’ve been scowling at you by now was twisted in pleasure. You added another hand, using both to pump his shaft. Your fists glided easily over him as you twisted your wrists, slipping up and down faster and faster as he writhed. You kept a relentless pace, squeezing harder, rolling your thumb over his weeping tip.
“Fuck, I’m going to- oh god-”
Levi threw his arm over his face and choked down a low cry as he came, sticky ropes of white painting his chest, gushing over your hands. You worked him through it until he was writhing away from you, panting and gasping. You shushed him and leaned down to kiss him, but felt something poke into your belly.
“Oh my god, are you still hard?” You held yourself above him, staring down at his cock. It was still just as hard, somehow even harder, throbbing visibly against his abs.
Levi whimpered softly, shaking his head. “This, this keeps happening, it won’t go down-” His cock jumped again when he looked at your cum-covered hands, and he groaned raggedly. “Fuckin hurts, gonna fucking murder Hange-”
“Shhh, it’s okay.” You dried your hands on the shirt he’d flung on the ground then wiped him clean as well. “I can do more. You want more?” He nodded helplessly.
“Shit’s- sensitive-” he choked out, but he didn’t stop you when you sank to your knees by the edge of the bed. He threaded trembling fingers into your hair and pressed your cheek against his cock. “Wanna feel your mouth,” he mumbled.
You stuck out your tongue and guided him to rest his thick length on it, flooding your tastebuds with the bitter-salt of his sweat, his pre, the remnants of the last release. The taste made your cunt ache, and you felt wetness drip into your panties. Levi knew the look on your face- knew what it did to you when he took you like this.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He stared down at you, his cheeks still bright pink. Sweat pasted his choppy bangs across his forehead. You met his gaze, letting the tension build. You wondered if he’d beg. Wouldn’t that be something, humanity’s strongest soldier begging to use your mouth?
When Levi thrust his hips toward you, you obliged with little kitten licks, soft kisses down his shaft. Flicking your tongue against his tip earned you a whimper and you chased the sound, swirling your tongue around it and lapping at his hole until he dragged you back by the hair.
“Don’t tease me,” he said. “Not now.” You sat back on your heels and gave him an innocent look. Levi groaned and looked away, swallowing hard.
“M’not,” you said, rubbing your cheek against his balls. He smelled so strong, musk and cum overwhelming the soft, soapy scent he usually had. It made you feel feral, the difference- the strangeness of seeming him undone like this. You grinned up at him, then slurped one ball into your mouth, swirling your tongue-
“Ah- ah fuck,” Levi grabbed your jaw and tugged you away. “Don’t do that shit either,” he panted, his voice pained. His cock bobbed in front of him, twitching with every glance at your face, countering his words. His pupils were blown, and his hand tightened unconsciously on your jaw, holding your mouth open. You licked a long, slow stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock then pulled back, your breath puffing lightly on his burning skin.
You smiled up at him from your knees. Levi felt like he was on fire. He needed you, needed to fill your smart mouth- but suddenly your mouth wasn’t enough. Another wave of lust wracked him, his toes curling, and nothing was enough, could compare to the agonizing need to feel your hot, wet cunt around him, to slam into you until you couldn’t tease him any longer, couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Then what do you want, Captain?” You purred, not yet registering the way he tensed above you. “Cat got your tongue? I understand.” You parted your lips, ready with more, but Levi was faster. He bent down and dragged you up and over him, settling you firm over his hips.
“I don’t think you do,” he rasped. “You don’t understand at all.” He clasped a burning hand around your throat, pulling you down to meet his lips. “I need you. All of you.”
He kissed you hard, swallowing any answer you could’ve thought to give. Levi moved his lips urgently against yours, licking into your mouth like it would save him. The kiss stole the air from your lungs, made your head swim- he nudged your legs apart and you let him, moaning as his knee connected with your aching cunt.
“Take that shit off,” he rasped, and you scrambled out of your pants. Levi ripped down your panties, his fingers fumbling for your clit. He chuckled low against your throat, the sound licking down your spine. “You’re so wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet…”
Your cheeks burned, and you bucked up into his touch. He was trying to sound in control, to play the role he always did when you fucked, but his hands were shaking as he spread your thighs apart. He couldn’t have kept himself from you if he tried. Luckily, he didn’t need to- you were already arching your back and reaching for him, lining his cock up with your puffy lips.
He dragged his swollen head through your slit, swearing through his teeth as your arousal smeared across him. It only heightened his need, made him feel dizzy and drunk. “Good girl,” he slurred, steadying his arms on either side of your head. “Deep breath,” he warned, and then he was surging forward, stuffing you full until you felt his heavy balls smear against your lips. He held himself there, rocking his hips against yours, grinding down against your clit.
“Haaaaah, there it is,” he breathed. Levi leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. You parted your lips and licked the hollow of his throat, moaning at the taste of his sweat. The sensation made him shudder, and you felt his veins pulse against your clinging walls.
Levi pulled out agonizingly slow, heightened senses singing at every clench and drag of your needy pussy, trying to suck him back in. When he opened his eyes again, he looked far away, blissed out. But then the hunger came back. Whatever substance had taken hold of him, it wouldn’t let him be satisfied with gentle strokes. His muscles tensed painfully, instinct snapping his hips forward before he could stop it. He slammed into you with brutal, rough thrusts, falling forward to press his face against your neck, humping you like an animal.
You clung to him, arching to meet each thrust, ignoring the way you could feel bruises forming on your hipbones. “Is this…what you wanted?” You panted, each word punched out between strokes. He only growled in answer, chasing pleasure, speeding up, his inhuman strength playing out on your helpless body. It should’ve been impossible to take, but through his haze Levi reached two fingers down to your sopping clit, stroking at it messily, frantically.
You keened and tried to squirm away from the pleasure, too much all at once, but he chased you up the bed, catching your wrists in one hand and holding them down over your head. “Don’t, don’t run,” he gasped, his lips fervent against your collarbone. “Need this, need you, so bad…”
His fingers worked faster, even as you cried out, shaking underneath him. From far away you heard yourself begging, a frantic pleasepleaseplease that made him burn.
“Can feel you clenching, around me,” he growled, his eyes rolling back as you neared orgasm. He couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, your pleasure his pleasure, everything slick and hot between you. Levi shifted slightly, lifting your back off the bed, and slung one of your legs over his shoulder. The new angle made you shriek, scratching down his back.
“Levi, I can’t, I’m…!”
“Cum for me,” Levi ordered at the same time, his spit-slick lips parted as he watched you, nearly drooling as your cunt clamped down on his cock. He bent down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your scream as you came, gushing against the place where you were joined, where he still stretched you open. He let go of your wrists, rubbing them gently as if to undo his rough treatment.
Levi let you catch your breath, but when you blinked hazily up at him you could tell that he wasn’t done with you. He still looked hungry, and his jaw was clenched with the effort of giving you even that small reprieve. What you didn’t know was that a new desire was surging up in his gut, another side effect of Hange’s invention. It was meant for Titan breeding, after all.
He lifted you easily, sliding you off his cock, ignoring for once the mess of fluids that soaked through his bed. He turned you onto your stomach then climbed back on top of you, groaning as he groped at the fat of your ass. He spread your cheeks apart, staring at the way your gaping cunt winked and pulsed, like it missed him.
“Levi, what are you-”
He smacked your ass hard, twice, effectively shutting you up. A fresh gush of arousal slid from your used cunt, and he smiled sharply. “That’s it.” He pressed his head back into you, whining at the heat. “Be good for me,” he murmured, “and take it.”
Levi sheathed himself again, your walls expanding easily to fit his girth, even as the overstimulation pushed tears to your eyes. He thumbed them away, licked the droplets off. You slid a hand beneath your body, fingers tracing over your swollen clit again, and his eyes darkened in approval.
This time, when he began his punishing pace again, you were ready, muffling your moans into the same pillow you’d caught him humping, your combined scent and fluids making you dizzy.
You felt Levi’s thrusts grow sloppy, more desperate, his moans turning again into whimpering gasps. You stroked yourself to another orgasm, and his hand came down again against your ass as he felt it wash over you. The sudden sting made you jolt, and Levi laughed hoarsely. “Can feel you tighten,” he said, then did it again. “God, you’re perfect,” and it sounded like a prayer.
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he promised, thrusting faster now, shallow, concentrating the stimulation on his tip. “Gonna fill you up, make you mine.”
You reached back and grabbed his hair, straining your neck to meet him while he pounded you into the mattress. “Kiss me, kiss me,” you cried, and he couldn’t deny you.
Levi captured your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, spit and sweat mingling on your tongues as you devoured each other. His breath hitched, and he pulled back, face twisting, too late to warn you.
Levi flooded you, hot pumps of cum pouring into your cunt, leaking immediately out between your legs, dripping down to his pulsing balls. He’d never cum so much, didn’t know what to do with it except stay locked inside you, instinct making him press as deep as he could into your womb. Your own legs shook, overstimulation and the hot gush of him making you moan and tremble through the aftershocks. Levi stayed pressed against you, almost boneless, breathy little ah- ah- falling from his lips.
When he tried to move away on shaky limbs, he could hardly peel himself off your back. You lay in wrecked silence together for a long moment. Your eyes were still closed when you felt Levi’s fingers at your hole, and you squirmed back on instinct.
“The fuck?”
He looked up at you helplessly, his pupils still dilated, his whole body flushed with exertion. “Don’t want to waste,” he said, scooping up the cum that had spilled out, pushing it back inside you. “Need to make sure it takes.”
“Takes? What are you talking about-” You stopped short when your gaze fell between his legs. Levi was still fucking hard.
He crawled over you again, and even in your exhausted state you felt another rush of heat, another flare of desire in your gut. His voice was gravelly in your ear. “I’ll cancel training tomorrow. Call in sick. Hange can take the brats for the day, least they could do…” You felt his lips drag down your jaw, trailing sparks. He mouthed over your collarbone, down to your breast, catching your nipple between his teeth. Levi’s hands were already at your back, drawing you close when you arched up into his embrace. You felt his insatiable cock throb against your thighs, insistent, aching.
—
Hange and Moblit were just sitting down to dinner the next day when they spotted you across the mess hall. Levi was close behind, looking as polished as ever. Hange thought they saw the shadow of a bruise on his neck, peeking out of his collar- but then he adjusted his cravat and it was gone. And you- were you limping? Moblit nodded imperceptibly, reading Hange’s mind. Definitely limping. As you passed their table, Levi turned and fixed Hange with a cold glare, as if daring them to make any more observations. Hange smiled awkwardly and held up their hands, but Levi only narrowed his eyes. He seemed about to say something, then placed a hand on the small of your back to steady you and walked on. He had other things to worry about. After all, he still owed you a massage.