How did you end up with your best friend's stepbrother Levi Ackerman's cock deep inside you, a calloused and firm on your mouth keeping your screams quiet? And why is he - the clean freak - so fucking messy with it?
Eren's moody ass just happened to somehow be your best friend - don't ask, but low-key you enjoyed him, even at his ultimate Aries brat level. So you found yourself over there all the time after college courses, helping him study and him smoking you out.
There was just one little issue however and that was his older stepbrother - Levi. How a mam that short could just aura farm like that you were not sure, but every time he walked out of the room to meticulously clean something, your pussy just had a heartbeat.
Eren was hot of course, but you two were only friends, the type of friends you could just spend the night together no problem. You'd take one side of the bed and him the other, only waking up to find him snoring.
Tonight you glimpse Levi shirtless, and you can't help but stare, that body cut and chiseled. Your heart hammers in your chest, grabbing a water and watching him just wiping down a counter in the middle of the night, turning to look over his shoulder at you.
"Tch, your top is all askew," he says as if it's really annoying him. You look down to see it is twisted, and your tit is almost out. "You should fix it."
You bite down on your lip, seeing your nipples press up against the material, and instead of listening you just sip your water, a drop of it falling down your throat.
Levi's thick cock leaks against his boxers, he sets down the wash cloth to meticulously wash his hands, dark hair falling over a brow that's raised.
"You don't listen, hmm?" His voice is like a fucking order, dark and husky, you shake your head and smile.
"Fix it for me, don't you like to fix things?" You tease, as he dries his hands, stepping to you then, lifting you like you're nothing and setting you in front of him. You gasp out when he yanks that top where it should be, hands on your waist.
For as short as Levi is, those hands were huge, long elegant fingers calloused from probably cleaning too much. He brushes them against your bare waist, as your breath comes in little pants, making you dizzy.
"I would show you how to listen to an order," he murmurs softly. Your cunt drips then, his thigh strong and muscled between yours as he leans down. "You're just a little brat."
"Am I?" You slip a strap back down and smile up at him.
And that's when Levi loses his tentative control.
He's not sure if Eren likes you more than a friend so he's always kept his distance. Despite all the times he's wanted to bend you over every surface and have you drip on it before he cleans your juices up.
He turns you to face the counter and dragging your ass back against him.
"Mnh!" You cry out when two fingers slip between your thighs, biting down on your lip to keep quiet, Levi teases your syrupy folds as you whine out desperately.
"Tsk. Dripping," he whispers, slipping under those shorts to find your bare cunt, dripping down the ridges of his elegant fingers. "What has you this wet, brat?"
You bite down on the inside of your cheek not to scream out when Levi's fingers run circles on your clit, head falling back. One of his hands grips a breast and kneading it in his hand, the other oressing higher.
"Can't talk now?" His whisper is diabolical to your ovaries, clit twitching and jumping for him, you inhale that clean scent in your nose as he leans close, lips brushing your neck. "Answer, be good for once."
Fuck.
"You," you're trembling then, looking over your shoulder to meet his dark gray eyes, dilated with need, feeling his thick cock against your ass. "Wet for you."
Levi sinks his fingers inside your gummy walls, pressing on your spongy spot and making you whine out, earning a firm hand on your mouth. "Arch."
You obey far too easily, and soon Levi's cock is rubbing up and down your slit, you're crying out into his palm, every movement making you drip down his spotless tile floor.
"I'll make you clean that later, what a sloppy little cunt," he whispers, gathering some of it then and sucking you off his fingers, moaning. "Fuck you taste sweet."
You're shocked, lips parted as you watch - the last thing you expected Levi Ackerman to do was suck your cunt off his fingers. Levi the clean freak, the man always putting everything in order.
Yet when he fucks into you? He's not that Levi anymore - no his strokes are mean, filthy, balls smacking your clit as he fucks you bent over in his immaculate kitchen.
Veiny length rubbing against your walls, he hits your cervix when he bottoms out. You're screaming into his palm as he pounds into your cunt relentlessly, laughing softly at the sounds echoing.
"Cunt is so loud, listen," you hear it, the messy squelching as he pushes his cock deep. You're throbbing around him and milking him, he can't help but turn your face and kiss you then. "M'gonna clean you all up after too, little brat."
You are lost in his every movement, the way his reddened tip drags along your spot makes you see stars. Your core heats up and you don't just come - you squirt down Levi's pretty cock, all down your legs in rivulets, making him groan softly in pleasure, loud in your ear while a hand grips your neck.
"Tch, you're dripping on my floors, what are you gonna do when I fill you with all my come. Huh?"
Your answer is a desperate whine, an arch of your hips. His fingers slips up to your pulsepoint, feeling it flutter as he shoves his cock in deep. Bottoming out inside you, his cock pulsing pre against your cervix.
"Gonna fill you up so much," his whisper is met with his ropes of come painting your walls. You feel it flooding you, throbbing and thickening impossibly, you're shivering as it sends you again. "Can't even keep it inside you? Tch, wasteful..."
You're too fucked out and dizzy to hear anything, your ears are ringing. You're weakly shaking when the door opens, and Levi has you dressed so quickly its insane.
Eren walks out and yawns, looking at you two, while Levi pretends to clean the floors underneath you.
Well he actually is. You really did drip all over.
"What are you two doing up?" He asks, yawning then.
"Cleaning up your messy friend," Levi's answer makes you gasp, Erin cringes and sighs. "Go to bed kid."
"Oh Jesus, don't make me hear it please," Eren runs back to his room and you look at Levi wide eyed.
"You don't care if he knows we..."
He sinks to his knees, tugging your shorts down, licking up the juices and his own milky come from your inner thigh. Your hands clutch in his soft brown hair, tightening at the roots as his breath ghosts your cunt, he watches white pouring out of it and moans.
"Needed to make sure he didn't like you," you smile then.
"Do you like me Levi?"
"I'm about to eat my come out of you," you're trembling when he throws a thigh over his shoulder, tongue slipping across your slit. "I'd say the answer is yes, I do."
You never though clean freak Levi would eat pussy at all. But especially not lap his cum out of your hole so thoroughly - but he'd made a mess of you. And he intended to clean it all up, every drop.
sum: Levi won’t admit it, but he’s had baby fever since the day he saw you holding your friend’s baby. He really, really wants you to have his child…
tags: canonverse, established relationship, levi is jealous and possessive (and heavily obsessed with you), slight dirty talk, breeding and pregnancy kink, p in v sex, mdni. WC: 2.7k
for levi week day 1: breeding kink | crossposted to ao3 | my event masterlist
Levi restrains himself — and he’s been doing it for weeks now. Convincing himself he doesn’t want kids. He never did, not really.
Of course, he’d never admit that something changed. That the day he saw you cradling your friend’s newborn, he didn’t just see you. He saw a mother, you as a mother, for the first time in his life. The little one clinging to you without hesitation, he had to look away.
That’s all it took.
Since then, the thoughts creep in at the worst times. Unwanted. Insatiable. Impossible to ignore. He forces himself not to picture it, not to imagine you with his child. The way you’d look, how you’d sound. No, he can’t let himself go there.
And yet it’s always there. Haunting him while he talks to you, gnawing at the back of his mind. Having to pull out when he’s with you, wasting it in his hand when he sometimes indulges himself alone. Such a waste. So much waste. The thought alone feels so painful.
He keeps trying to bring it up, he wants to, but he doesn’t know how. The words are always right there, sitting on his tongue. But then he sees you—your expectant eyes, bright after days without seeing him. And the words vanish, swallowed back down.
He can’t say it. What would you think of him? You’d hate him for being so selfish, for even daring thinking about it. You’ve never mentioned wanting a baby. And yet, the way you looked—so infuriatingly good and comfortable with that tiny bundle cradled in your arms.
And if you said no… if you looked at him differently after that… He doesn’t know what he’d do.
And now, as he’s lost in those thoughts again, something snaps him back — a voice outside. A man’s voice. Who the fuck is that?
When he recognizes the neighbor flirting with you on your very doorstep, Levi snaps. That’s what he feared. He’s not here enough, not enough at all, people keep thinking you’re single. But can he blame them? You’re alone in this house most of the time without any news from him.
Would anyone believe you if you told them your partner was in the Survey Corps? No woman would endure this—waiting, wondering when he’d come back. Nobody in their right mind would choose this. Let alone want to have his children.
Still, he snaps nonetheless.
He’s usually a patient man. Jealousy isn’t something that shows on him—until now. He appears behind you in an instant, silent and unreadable, his gaze fixed coldly on the other man.
"This is my wife," he states, calm on the surface, though his body is tense. One arm slides around your waist, hand splaying low over your stomach in a possessive gesture.
The words surprise you, but it’s the hand that makes your breath catch. Your fingers move on instinct, slipping over his.
Technically, it isn’t a lie. You promised yourselves to each other. The wedding just can’t happen yet.
"Your wife?" the man echoes, incredulous. His gaze flicks to your hand. "I don’t see a ring on her fin—"
"And she’s pregnant."
Levi cuts him off with quiet force. The words leave no room for doubt. No hesitation. "How disgusting of you to hit on a woman in her condition."
Oh?
Your eyes widen and you nearly choke. Here was another lie, and not a small one. What the hell got into him? Still, your confusion doesn’t last long. With barely a pause, you nod calmly, backing him up without question.
Because of course you do. You’ll always stand with him, at least in front of others. The scolding can wait until later.
The man is clearly embarrassed now, mumbling something that’s lost to you. But it doesn’t matter, Levi’s already shutting the door in his face. He would’ve made him apologize properly if he could have spared the time. But he has something much more urgent to deal with.
That nod you gave him didn’t go unnoticed. It’s all he can think about now.
You spin to face him immediately. "Can I ask what the hell that was?"
He meets your gaze without flinching, he can’t back down now.
Despite your best efforts to look serious, there’s a glimmer in your eye. You’re more amused than annoyed.
"You look adorable," he can’t help himself saying, mostly to himself, his eyes lingering on your half-shocked expression, the flush rising to your cheeks. Embarrassment… or something else? Maybe it affected you more than you’re letting on.
Maybe you liked hearing it, just as much as he liked saying it.
Maybe he should thank the neighbor.
"I’m not preg—"
The protest dies on your tongue as his thumb brushes over your lower lip.
"Shh," Levi whispers. His thumb slips just past your lips, and you welcome it without hesitation, lips parting easily, tongue flicking against his skin.
You’re not sure what took over him, what possessed him to lie so blatantly and what’s suddenly gotten him so riled up.
Well… maybe you do have an idea, you’re not completely clueless. But still—kids, seriously? Where does this idea come from? It’s not something you ever expected from him. But you’re definitely not complaining. So you play along, mouth closing around his finger as your eyes hold his, coy but defiant.
"Maybe he’s still listening," Levi says, his voice lower now, walking you back gently until your spine hits the door. The same door your neighbor stood behind just seconds ago.
"Didn’t know you get jealous," you mumble around his finger.
He just smiles and leans closer to kiss the under of your jaw, his free hand cradling your cheek.
"You liked that?" He purrs, his voice gone husky. "Me saying you’re carrying my kid?"
You’re caught off guard by the heat behind his words, a small, muffled moan slipping out when you feel his thigh pressing between your legs.
"That’s right," he hums, clearly appreciating your reaction. He’s still waiting for your answer. Please say yes, please say yes. Hoping with every fiber of his being that he’s not imagining things—that you’re into this as much as he is.
Levi pulls out his thumb already slick with your saliva, and drags that same hand lower, slipping beneath your top. His fingers slide over your bare skin, until his thumb grazes over your nipple through your bra.
You gasp. Your head drops to his shoulder, already nodding. It was easy, so easy for him to coax every kind of sound from your lips, to make you say exactly what he wants, to plant ideas in your head when you’re already gone in pleasure.
"I guess I’ll have to make sure that happens," he whispers into the crook of your neck.
Your arms wind around his neck, fingers tugging loosely in his hair, urging him closer. He grinds you up against the door, his movements full of pent-up frustration from weeks of longing, of imagination, of waiting.
He aches for this—for the life you could have together, for the future he wants to give you but doesn’t know how to ask for.
He fumbles with the button of your pants, urgently slipping his hand inside, beneath your underwear. His fingers find the heat, the slickness between your thighs, and his breath catches. Your lips part with a broken sound—it’s so much and not enough at the same time. Your hips already arching towards his hand and he lets you grind on him like that for a moment.
"You’d let me, wouldn’t you?" he breathes. "You want it too, don’t you, love?"
"Yes— Please—" you gasp.
You’re both breathing hard now, his hot breath fanning over your already burning skin.
His cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants. He can’t take it anymore.
He pulls his hand away from between your legs, and you barely have time to whimper at the loss before his hands are on your thighs, lifting you in one, effortless motion.
Levi carries you off the door, toward the bedroom, like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, and his lips find yours—crash into yours. Kissing like you can’t stop. Your head is already spinning. Your fingers tug at the buttons of his shirt, desperate.
His lips never leave yours, even as he walks, stumbling slightly with the way your hips rock against his.
The bedroom door is barely open when your back hits the mattress. Clothes fall in a messy trail on the floor—his shirt, your top, your bra, his pants, yours.
By the time he gets his underwear down, he’s already leaking. The thick, pink tip flushed a pretty shade of red from all the friction.
You lick your lips, eyes dragging slowly up to his face. You look at him through your lashes—his eyes blown wide with lust and want, chest rising and falling like he can’t catch his breath.
You can see how desperate he is. You’ve never seen him like this. Never seen him so beautiful. So open. So… gone.
Levi’s already kneeling between your legs, settling at your entrance—your bare, exposed slick skin, wetness glistening on your inner thighs.
He pushes in without waiting any longer, just a little—enough for both of you to feel the stretch. Entering you slowly because the moment is thick with need but heavy with emotion. Your walls flutter around him, a breathy whimper leaving your lips as your hips twitch up to meet his.
You’re so warm, so tight around him and he knows he’d never leave you if he had the choice.
He leans over you, his weight crashes into you deliciously as he sinks deeper, sheathing himself fully inside you.
He’s so warm too, the heat of his skin, the solid weight of his body above yours, the feel of him stretching you—filling you perfectly. Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, grounding yourself. And you feel so safe, so full. So impossibly safe with him covering you like this, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, his breath in your neck.
"Levi—fuck, you feel so good," you breathe, barely able to get the words out between whimpers.
He draws back, barely pulling out before pushing back in with a soft groan. He kisses your jaw, your cheek, your temple, each word falling between kisses:
"I’m not here enough, I know. I should… fuck— I’m sorry, I’m sorry I should’ve put a ring on your finger the moment I met you—"
And every word is punctuated by the roll of his hips, by the sound of your moans, by your hands clutching at him.
He knows he leaves you alone way too often, but he always makes up to you, always. He would—he will. He will figure it out, be better for you, find a way, keep you safe. Because you’re all he wants, you’re everything.
"It’s okay," you manage to mumble, despite your clouded brain. Your heart swelling with love, you want to reassure him that he’s enough. "I know you love me."
"I do," he whispers earnestly, kissing the corner of your lips as he picks up the pace. "I love you so much."
His gentle rhythm shifts into something more urgent, pulling you deeper, faster. Your hips keep tilting up, greedy for more, breath fanning over each other, mingling with your shared needy sounds.
"I thought about it too much, didn’t know how to tell you," he admits, whispering right against your lips, swallowing your moans. "About putting a baby in you."
Your whole body tightens around him at his words, squeezing him deeper without meaning to. He groans, voice cracking. His thrusts falter for half a second.
"Fuck—" he gasps. "You better stop squeezing me like that." His forehead falls to your shoulder.
A breathless laugh escapes your lips. "M’sorry, it’s just—so good, so deep."
"Not unless you want—fuck, unless you need me to fuck a baby inside you?"
He pulls back slightly, supporting his weight with one forearm, his gaze dropping between your bodies where you’re connected—his cock disappearing into you, coated in your both arousal, then back up to your face. Your half lidded, glassy eyes staring back at him.
His free hand slides down over your stomach, palming it firm yet tender, while he keeps thrusting into you, hips rolling in a relentless rhythm.
"Right there," he murmurs.
You always look so hot, so perfect with his length tucked deep inside you, it’s hard not to imagine how beautiful you would look if he put a baby in there. "Look at you. You’d look so beautiful, love."
You can’t help it, your thighs squeeze around him, drawing him even deeper. The way he’s talking—praising you, claiming you, telling you all the things you didn’t know you needed to hear. The coil inside you tightens, you want everything he’s willing to give you.
"Can’t stop—fuck, can’t stop thinking about it—about you, about us." He’s already back down on top of you, panting into your mouth, kisses all messy. Each thrust dragging along the most sensitive parts inside you.
Your fingers dig into his back, nails leaving faint red marks as he presses you down more and more into the mattress, his hips grinding, the head of his cock kissing your cervix deliciously with every stroke.
It’s too much—you’re close, so close. His words, his skilled movements—worshiping you so well it feels like he’s begging you without saying the words. The intensity of it pushes you higher, drawing you closer to the edge. Your body tense and you’re forced to pull away from the kiss, lips parting in soft, desperate wails of his name.
A strangled groan of pleasure leaves his lips when you squeeze him impossibly tighter. He lets his full weight melt into you. Each time he pulls out, you hear the obscene squelch of your arousal mixing with his as he fucks you through the spasms of your orgasm.
Boneless and dazed, you barely have enough sense to feel him shudder above you, getting close. Instinctively, your trembling thighs lock around him, caging him inside.
You’re whimpering, pleading him against your better judgment, voice all breathy and wrecked.
"L-Levi—don’t pull out."
You’re not thinking straight, you can’t think straight when he’s winding you up like that, rewinding your mind in pleasure.
He groans, eyes snapping wide open, staring at you like it’s everything he ever wanted to hear.
"Don’t—don’t say that," he rasps. "Don’t tease."
"I'm not—I won’t take it back. Please Levi, I need it, need you, want it so bad—"
He shushes you with a kiss as if he can’t bear to hear more of your begging. His twitching cock drags sloppily over every fluttering, oversensitive spot inside you—it’s almost too much.
"I’ll give it to you," he promises, words stumbling from his mouth in an unsteady mess. "I’ll give you all of it. Everything you need, I promise—"
He’s babbling now, barely holding it together as he comes undone inside you, burying himself deeper with a groan. You cry out when you feel his thick, warm rush of him spilling deep inside you, filling you.
His forehead is damp, black strands of hair sticking to his skin. The sweat of his temple drips onto your face, his breath is ragged and hot.
And you’re clinging to him in return. He doesn’t pull out right away—staying inside you, still throbbing, pulsing inside you. One of his hand rests on your stomach, fingers splayed wide over your smooth skin like he can’t stop thinking about it.
And you can tell he’s thinking, ruminating.
So you run your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss before his thoughts carry him too far. It’s slow, lips dragging lazily as you’re both catching your breath. His chest now pressed against yours, both of your hearts racing.
And you know you’ll have to talk about it—really talk about it.
But not right now.
That’s a conversation for another time. When you’re not breathless and bare. When his duty won’t call him away at dawn.
𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟤.𝟧𝗄
𝖳𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝗆/𝖿, 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝟤𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗏, 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉
𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌.
A/N: I've been desperate for a way out my current slump of writing endless outlines and drafts, scrapping them, and rewriting them, so this Levi NSFW event (hosted by @levievent) has been a godsend and I jumped on the chance to write something short to break me out of taking my writing too seriously. Day 1: Authority Kink - Enjoy!
masterlist | cross posted to ao3
Levi sat stiffly—no, regally—behind the new desk in his office. The card beside the door outside now displayed in small, unassuming letters, as if embarrassed by its own novelty: Captain Levi. The office itself was simple but respectable, filled with solid, serious furniture. A tidy stack of reports rested at his left hand, a steaming cup of black tea to his right. No frivolous nonsense. Everything was meticulously arranged. Until you came along.
You had strolled in about ten minutes ago, arms crossed and wearing the world’s most irritatingly patient smile. And you’d said, “You know, captain, normal people celebrate promotions with something stronger than tea.”
Something about the way you’d drawled his title aloud like that sent a shiver down his spine. But Levi prided himself on being a man of immense self-control. “Normal people,” he said, his voice dry enough to soak up a flood, “are idiots.”
Undeterred, you shut the door and leaned over his desk like a particularly insolent cat. “Captain Levi, sir. I just want to say what an absolute honor it is to serve under you.”
Levi blinked and glanced up at you suspiciously. “No.”
“No?” you repeated innocently. “Wouldn’t you like that, sir. Me under you?”
“Cut it out,” he muttered, flipping the next page in his report—a poor disguise for the slow-burning heat pooling somewhere low in his chest.
“Cut what out?” you asked, fingers drumming lightly along the edge of his desk. “I’m just respecting your new authority, captain.”
You put a particularly venomous sweetness on the word once again, daring him to react. Levi slid his eyes up to your face, to that maddeningly smug curve of your mouth, the way you were leaning too far over his desk, too close to his center of calm.
“You’re bothering me,” he said flatly.
“You love it,” you said back, too quick.
That earned you a glare. His gaze dragged over your face, your lips, the line of your neck. You met his eyes, still grinning like you’d already won whatever game you were playing. He stood smoothly and leaned forward to meet you in the middle.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?”
He was close now, and your smirk flickered for just a second. You straightened a little as he stepped around the desk, turning to watch his movements, and your breath caught when he stopped in front of you. He didn’t touch you—not yet.
“I think,” Levi said, his voice like gravel, “you’ve got no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Try me,” you whispered.
That was all the invitation he needed. In one fluid motion, he backed you into the edge of the desk, and his hands gripped your hips with bruising precision as he lifted you onto the table. Your gasp was lost to his lips crashing into yours, rough and claiming. Papers scattered. Pens clattered to the floor. His tea nearly tipped over.
Levi shoved himself snugly between your thighs. He kissed you with harsh teeth, tongue filling your mouth. He knew you were trying to rile him, and he was giving you what you wanted. You were redolent with the familiar sweetness of your skin, piquant beneath the aroma of cleanness and cheap soap. Levi breathed it in as you whimpered into his mouth, his fingers twitching. Buckles snapped apart, the belts of your harness hanging loose around your arms. Feverishly, he unfastened the buttons at your collar to expose more of your skin, licking down the column of your neck as he went.
“Levi.”
His name floated from your mouth, beautiful and delicate. He loved listening to your lips forming the syllables. But it was not what he wanted to hear now.
He drew away and curled his fingers beneath your jaw, gently tilting your face up. “What happened to ‘captain,’ huh?”
You whined and bucked your hips forward to try to grind against the bulge at the front of his trousers.
His grasp on your jaw tightened, ever so slightly. “Well?”
He felt you swallow beneath his hand, your body relaxing. “Captain, please.”
“Good girl,” Levi murmured before leaning in to kiss you once more.
Your shirt came loose, rustling off the edge of your shoulders, held in place only by the ODM gear. Levi shoved a hand, rough with callouses, beneath your bra, harshly squeezing your breast. Your skin hummed from his touch, flushed and shivering.
“You’ve made a mess of my desk,” he said, low like a threat.
“You gonna write me up for that, captain?” you asked.
He thumbed at your nipple, delighting in the way your mouth fell open and your back arched ever so slightly toward him in response. “I should,” he said, lips brushing along the edge of your jaw. “Insubordination. Disrupting an officer. Provoking a superior. You’ve got a whole list of violations.”
Your breath hitched. “And what are you going to do about it, sir?”
That did it. Levi grabbed your wrist and spun you, pressing you down until your palms were flat on the desk. Papers crinkled beneath your hands, and a book hit the floor with a thud. Behind you, he slid his hand along your waist and squeezed softly.
“I’m your commanding officer now,” he said, his mouth hot against your neck. “You want to play, you play my way.”
You let out a breathless little laugh. “Since when do you like power trips?”
“Since about ten minutes ago,” Levi said darkly, dragging his teeth along your throat.
He ground you gently against the desk with his hips, one hand slipping past the flap of your shirt to splay over your bare stomach, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. Your knees nearly buckled.
“Is this the part,” you whispered, “where you issue disciplinary action?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Levi growled.
Your moan was swallowed by the sound of a chair scraping back violently as he shoved everything else off his desk in one smooth sweep. He turned you around and kissed you again, harder this time, and your fingers gripped at his cravat, desperately pulling him closer. When he drew back, breathing hard, your smile was different. A little dazed, a little victorious.
“On your knees,” he said, commanding.
“Yes, sir.”
Arousal roared through him as you sank to the scuffed floorboards. You flattened your palms against his thighs and peered up at him through your lashes. Levi felt depraved for enjoying the sight of you, your shirt hanging half-open, bra askew, hair disheveled. You were awaiting orders. His eyes never left yours as he undid his belt and lowered his trousers. He took your hand and moved it to his half-hard cock, and you obediently wrapped your fingers around his shaft.
“Go on,” he said. “Serve your captain.”
You opened your mouth and took him in. Levi groaned low in his throat as you began to suck him steadily. His hand found its way to the back of your head, not pushing but gently guiding your rhythm as you bobbed on his cock. In your mouth, he twitched and quickly became larger and firmer as you dragged your tongue along his underside with each pull.
“That’s it,” Levi said, softly rocking his hips to meet your movements. “Take it like a good girl.”
You hummed around him, the vibration coursing around his length, and took him in deeper. Flattening your tongue, you swallowed him down and felt his hand tighten in your hair in approval. Your hand shifted down to the very base of him, holding him steady with just your thumb and your forefinger as you took him in to the root, your nose brushing the sparse dark hair surrounding his cock. Levi shuddered out a curse.
His hand grasped harder, and he gave a strong roll of his hips. You nearly gagged, your moan muffled as you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. He started up a rhythm, fucking your mouth slowly in an unmistakable show of control. Your fingers clawed at his thighs as he guided your movements faster, and your jaw ached as you focused solely on keeping your lips sealed around his cock. You whined when the tip hit the back of your throat, tasting the bitter liquid just beginning to leak from him.
“Enough,” he snapped, pushing you off him.
You inhaled your first full breath in too long and flexed your jaw to smile at him. Levi looked down at you, his lips parted and his chest heaving, the steel gray of his eyes eaten away by his pupils.
“I haven’t finished yet, sir,” you said, coyly wiping at your swollen, slick-darkened lips.
“I don’t care,” he said. “Take off your pants and get on top of me. Now.”
You scrambled to follow his orders, discarding the rest of your ODM straps and tearing down your trousers and underwear, messily kicking them off along with your riding boots. Levi leaned against the desk as he watched, his cock jumping at the sight of your ass bare. He tugged away his cravat and jacket and lay back on the cleared surface as you lifted yourself up into his lap. Your breasts spilled from your bra, and your shirt hung off your shoulders in a rumpled mess, but that only added to the lewdness of your appearance. It was almost more arousing to see you in this state than if you were fully naked.
His hands gripped around your hips as you straddled him and ground down on his erection. Levi groaned at the feel of your hot, velvet folds. “You’re already this wet?” he said gruffly. “Just from sucking off your captain?”
Your fingers curled against his shoulders. “Fuck—yes—”
He let you roll experimentally against him, grinding your wet little cunt against his hard length. It drove him wild to see you working that lovely body of yours atop him, your brows drawn in effort, and your thighs flexing on either side of him. The sounds your dripping sex made sliding along his cock were obscene.
“Ride it,” he commanded, tightening his fingers hard enough to bruise. “Fuck yourself on me.”
You moaned and reached between your bodies to guide his cockhead to your slick entrance. Then, you sank down on him, instantly surrounding him with your tight heat.
“Oh, fuck.” You rocked your hips and shivered, the ache inside you blooming into pleasure. “Captain, you’re so deep.”
True to his directive, Levi remained still. He made no move to thrust up into you, not even to push at your hips to help you move on top of him, giving you no choice but to bounce yourself on his lap. You moved your hands to his chest to brace yourself as you split yourself on his cock over and over, feeling your wetness drip out of you to coat his length. Gradually, you found your rhythm and moved faster, desperately seeking your own pleasure and giving him his in the process.
Your thighs burned, and your pace stuttered. You quickly readjusted and found it again, shuddering from the pressure of his brutal hardness pushing tight against your walls. He recognized your efforts and lavished his praise.
“Good girl, oh, that’s it. Doing so well,” Levi rasped.
The wooden surface of the desk bit harshly into your knees. Your hands slid against his chest, feeling the damp of sweat beginning to coat your skin. Levi wetted his thumb on his tongue and reached down to rub your clit. You spasmed on top of him and lost your rhythm again, once, twice, then paused with an almost petulant moan. Levi’s palm smacked into your ass, and you let out a whimper at the sting.
“Did I say to stop?” he demanded.
“Please,” you begged, heart thundering in your chest.
“Please what?” he asked, refusing to drop the harsh authoritative tone he’d adopted.
“I’m tired—please, fuck me.”
Levi slapped your bottom again, eliciting a stifled cry from you. “Try again.”
“Please, fuck me, sir.”
The thrill of your words roared through him. He took you by the jaw and pulled you down to him with a growl to kiss you hungrily. You cried out sharply as he slammed up into you, spearing you on his cock. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he pumped himself into you, hitting something deep and delicious within you with each stroke. He could tell how close you were from the way your legs shook and your cunt clenched him viciously.
“Come on, give it to me,” he urged you breathlessly. “Cum for me.”
The order pushed you to your edge, and Levi watched your eyes slam shut as you came on his cock with a strangled moan. Your core pulsed around him as he fucked you through the orgasm flooding you veins with a burning, throbbing pleasure.
“Fuck, good girl—I’m close,” Levi said hoarsely.
There was no ebb of your climax, no time to recover as he continued the frenzied snapping of his hips. His thrusts slammed, echoing through the room as you bit back a wail. Levi’s panting breaths turned absolutely ragged as he desperately chased his high. He held on until the very last moment, then sloppily lifted you off him just as he burst. A broken moan shuddered out of him as his spend violently spurted onto your chest. You groaned and reached out to milk him through his release, letting the warm, sticky liquid spill over your fingers.
Levi slumped against the desk, boneless; the few times you’ve ever seen him so relaxed are always post-orgasm. He let you rest your cheek against him, your chests heaving in uneven rhythms as you caught your breaths. One of your legs dangled lazily off the side of the desk, and one of Levi’s arms was draped across his brow. For a long moment, you were both quiet, basking in the aftermath.
Finally, Levi turned his head to survey the mess around you with a faint, resigned sound in the back of his throat. His papers were everywhere—some wrinkled, some torn, at least speckled with tea. His pen was nowhere to be seen, and his tea cup lay on its side, dripping slowly onto the floor.
“Fucking disgraceful,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
You snorted and propped yourself up to look at him with open amusement. “You didn’t seem too worried about paperwork a few minutes ago. Or order. Or dignity.”
“That was before you started defiling military property.”
“Oh, please,” you said, flopping onto your back beside him. “You defiled me on military property.”
There was a pause. Then, a quiet huff—unmistakably a laugh, at least by Levi’s standards.
“Don’t worry,” you said, turning your head toward him. “I’ll help you clean. Eventually. Once I can feel my legs again.”
“Tch.” Levi worked a hand under his head, gazing up at the ceiling. He was quiet for a beat, then you felt his other hand come to rest on your thigh. “For the record, I prefer it when you call me by my name.”
You blinked at him, then the corners of your mouth lifted slightly. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. He looked at you and brushed the hair from your cheek. “Captain’s fine when we’re in front of the recruits. But when it’s just us…” He trailed off, his thumb pausing against your skin. “...Levi’s better.”
You beamed at him and leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw.
Levi admires your pregnant belly and feels emotions - all kinds of emotions. You help him through it.
18+ - MDNI · Postwar!Levi, AFAB(pregnant)!Reader, swearing, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, masturbation, Dom!Reader undertones, slight mommy kink if you squint. Written for Day II of @levievent · WORDS: 1.2k
The last months of your pregnancy have been hard on you.
It’s left you worried about your changed body, about your new clothes, about all the ways you compare to your younger self. Levi will never know what it's like, but he’s here for you all the same—to listen, to bring you warm meals and heated pads, to rub away the soreness and insecurities.
To him, you’re just as beautiful as the day he met you.
Levi now admires the swell of your belly, so pretty and round, doused by the dewy light trickling in from the windows. The two of you are sat in the living room, the smell of fresh tea sweet on his tongue.
His heart is full and his brain is fuzzy. It's just that Levi never thought he would live through such times, that this domesticity would be his to experience.
His child. You are carrying his child.
“Levi, are you listening to me?”
He hasn’t. Truth be told, he’s been too busy shifting around in his seat, pretending to ignore his growing erection as he stares at your plump figure. He clears his throat, praying you don’t notice because really, why the hell is he getting a hard-on right now?
(It’s been a while since the two of you were intimate, and still, and still… he feels selfish for having these cravings.)
“Oh?”
The sound of your curious tone makes it clear you’ve drawn your own conclusions to what’s happening here; he feels your heated gaze sweep past him.
Well, so much for that plan.
Feeling his cheeks warm under your probing gaze, he meets your stare nonetheless, lidded eyes full of desire.
The sight that awaits him makes his cock twitch.
Your lips are slightly parted, glazed and tempting, while your eyes roam over his form with obvious hunger. A lick of your lips is the last thing Levi sees before he forces his gaze to the side.
“What’s this, my love?” you purr.
“S’nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing. You need help with that?”
“Just ignore it.” Ignore me.
“No.”
You step closer, your round belly now inches from his tormented lips. Instinctively, Levi raises a hand to your waist, stabilizing you against him. This leaves him pressed against you, where the fragrance of fabric softener and the baby oil you apply over your skin is at its strongest.
It makes his head swim.
“So…” you whisper, “you’re gonna touch yourself for me, hm?”
He sucks in a breath, his fingers tightening around your plaited shirt. Of course, when you say it like that…
“Maybe.”
You raise a brow. “Maybe?”
“Take off your shirt. Wanna see you.”
All of you.
“Levi…” you hesitate, “you don’t really want to see me like that.”
“F’course I fucking do.” His eyes swerve up. You’re biting the inside your cheek, looking off to the side. At once, he leans back, staring at you with complete certainty. “I do.”
Levi’s words are steady as the river flowing through this town you and him settled in. He brushes safety into his touches, and waits.
Finally, you give him a small nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips. With his hands rooting you in place, you reach for the bottom hemline of your shirt and pull it over your head.
The fabric pools at your feet like silk; neither of you pay it any attention as you step past it.
Levi’s too transfixed on your rounded stomach to notice anything else.
Somewhere in there, the fruit of your love grows every single day, and Levi knows he’ll protect them till the die he dies. He doesn’t know what his life has amounted to, if it’s meant anything, but if he can make your life and your child’s whole… then that’ll be enough for him.
With these emotions guiding his actions, he presses a tender kiss on where he imagines the baby might be. Your finger gently comb his bangs back, a soft sigh escaping your lips.
When he pulls back, your half-lidded gaze radiates lust.
“Touch yourself, my love,” you breathe, “please.”
Levi doesn’t need to be told twice. Freeing his erection from the constraints of his pants, Levi strokes, his cheek pressed against your belly, listening to your inhales and exhales. He remembers holding you like this for the first time, the two of you wound up with grief and ridden with scars. The way you’d looked at him as he filled you whole, just after you discussed the idea of trying for a child together…
Levi groans, glancing down. The tip of his cock, red and flushed, weeps with pre-cum. He runs his thumb over it, using it to lubricate his strokes.
Soft fingers find a home on his cheeks, and before he knows, his gaze is being guided upwards. To the sight of your rounded belly, of your breasts, full in your bra. To the sight of your adoring gaze on him.
“You like that, huh?”
Levi simply grunts in response. He strokes harder, ecstasy now in his veins.
“Missed this… missed you,” you murmur, praising him with tone and words alike. You let go of him, opting to intertwine your fingers in his hair while Levi’s chin rests over the valley of your belly. “Now, go on. Show me how much you want me.”
Levi does as he’s told. He grips harder and pumps faster.
A wave of pleasure crashes over him. “F-Fuck.”
“Levi.”
His name tumbling from your lips causes him to focus. He watches in awe as a shudder wracks your spine and a lovely slips out of you. He curses again, feeling that same matched pleasure building. He knows then he won’t last long.
“Hah…”
That’s when Levi sees it. Right where your breasts swell round and plush, a path of wet has soaked through the fabric of your bra.
Levi’s breath catches in the middle of his throat.
You take notice. Peering at him as you take in the sight of him—watching your leaking nipples in a complete trance, Levi’s breaths turning ragged—there is little else to do but not take action.
You step back briefly. “Lean back, baby.”
Levi blinks, dazed at the sudden loss of your presence, but he registers doing what he’s told. Pushing himself back against the armchair, he watches as you unhook your bra, letting it fall to the ground and stepping forward, right in between his legs.
His heartbeat thunders in his chest as he stares.
Your weeping tits, flushed and glistening, shine for him. Before he realizes it, you’ve leaned forward, balancing yourself by pressing a knee on the seat, and Levi’s hungry lips instinctively lap onto your right breast.
And oh, what it does to him...
The taste of it, knowing it is him who caused this reaction, makes his brain short-circuit. Levi comes undone in mere seconds, his orgasm spilling in the middle of his hand and stomach, warm and messy. He moans as milk bubbles on his tongue.
By the time he comes down from his high, he’s spent and shuddering. What a goddamn mess he’s made. You pay it no mind, cradling him a moment longer, gentle and affectionate, before reaching for a clean handkerchief from your pant pockets and cleaning up.
After you're done, you place a kiss on his sweaty forehead. “Love you.”
That day, as he hugs you tighter and tends to your own pleasure, Levi feels himself whole and safe with you.
The two of you.
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Content: Modern AU, Jealous Levi, Marking, Vaginal Fingering
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“You know, as posh as this party is, I don’t think they sprung for diamond-encrusted glassware. You squeeze that glass any harder and it’s bound to shatter.”
You had never seen Levi look as aggravated as he did currently, scowling at the entirety of the ballroom with shoulders tensed and teeth nearly bared in a snarl. He cut a fine figure in his neatly pressed and perfectly tailored black tux, cut to accentuate his broad shoulders and narrow hips. On another man, the fearsome look on his face might be considered hideous but on Levi’s delicate features, it could only be attractive.
The reason for his upset is clear: Your dress. It’s a beautiful piece. Deep crimson fabric with a daring v-neckline that ends just above your belly button before flaring out into a full skirt with a slit on the right-hand side that climbs all the way to the middle of your thigh. You feel beautiful in it and despite his grumbling about it now, you know that Levi thinks so too. Heat floods your cheeks at the memory of how he demonstrated his admiration of the dress the previous night.
No, the problem wasn’t really the gown itself, it was the attention it brought to you.
This wasn’t the first of Levi’s work events that you attended on his arm but it was the most formal. While his coworkers had interacted with you plenty of times in the past, they had never seen quite so much skin and you were drawing a great deal of appreciative stares from your boyfriend’s male cohorts. Appreciative stares that Levi did not appreciate at all.
You’d even caught Erwin, straight-laced and morally upstanding to a fault, stealing a glance below your neckline. Unfortunately, Levi had caught it too. You thought he was going to pop a blood vessel. You’re still not sure that he won’t before the night is through.
A disgruntled, “Tch”, is all you get in response to your comment.
You breathe a sigh and gently unwind Levi’s fingers from where they’re wrapped around the champagne flute in death grip. “I’m serious,” you set the rescued glass on the bar behind you, “You need to relax.”
“I’ll relax when we get home where no one is appraising you like a damn piece of meat and I can get that infuriating dress off of you.” His voice is low and dark and he’s actually pouting.
“Well,” You intertwine your fingers in his now free hand and wrap your other arm snugly around his bicep, pressing your mostly exposed chest to his arm. “I certainly hope that you don’t feel too relaxed when you're taking my clothes off.”
He huffs your name and rolls his eyes. You’d tease him further but you don’t get a chance. You’re being approached by the next target of Levi’s glare: A tall broad-shouldered man with wavy blonde hair and a scruffy beard.
“Fuck off, Jaeger.”
Zeke laughs, a full-bellied fake thing that makes your skin crawl. Of Levi’s associates, Zeke is by far your least favorite. “Ever the charmer, Levi.” Zeke flashes a smile at you and winks like you’re in on some joke together. “Apparently charming enough to trap this alluring creature on your arm. Who knew you had it in you? Hard to imagine how you can be so bitter at work when you're coming home to something so sweet.” He turns to face you fully. “You’ve certainly got this room in a tizzy. Levi should bring you around more often. Especially when you’re dressed like that.”
“Zeke, I swear-”
“Mr. Jaeger,” you cut your boyfriend off smoothly. “I’m flattered. Levi helped me pick this dress out. He has great taste, doesn’t he?” You run your hands down the length of your abdomen and Zeke’s gaze follows. You swallow the bile it elicits.
“Well I can’t argue that when he’s chosen you as your date. Though I do feel that yours may be in question.”
Zeke’s eyes - bright blue and intelligent - sparkle with mirth behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Yeah, I think you could.”
Levi is vibrating with anger under your touch but you give his bicep a squeeze to placate him before speaking, “Oh? You think I could do better?”
You give Levi an appraising look, scanning him from head to toe. You ignore the fierce side-eye he gives as you do so. “Hmmm. I suppose it’s something to consider, Mr. Jaeger.”
A feral grin slowly spreads across Zeke’s face. “I’ll be here waiting once you’re ready to move up, sweetheart.”
You cock your head and furrow your brow, “I’m sorry but you will be waiting?”
The smile slips from Zeke’s lips like oil through the cracks in the pavement. “You look like a sweet little thing but I’m beginning to suspect that you might be just as sour as your man here.”
“Most certainly.”
“But, Mr. Jaeger, I thought the idea was to be moving up, not down.”
“Yes, well, appearances can be deceiving. After all, you look like a gentleman with your rented suit and your cute little pocket square but here you are, behaving and reeking like a pig.” You wiggle your nose for effect. “Goodnight, Mr. Jaeger”
You steer Levi away gently to find a seat at a table on the outskirts of the dance floor. Your feet are aching in your heels and you’re still annoyed by your conversation with Zeke so you really just want to sit down but Levi grabs your wrists before you get the chance. He pulls you against his body with bruising force and it’s almost indecent the way the lines of your bodies press against each other in this open public space. You have half a mind to push away from him but the thought flees your brain when Levi presses his lips to yours. The kiss is demanding and rough and you melt into it immediately. It stops all too soon and then Levi is cradling your face in his hands as he husks, “I fucking love you.”
The dry statement breaks the sexual tension and you laugh. “Alright, down boy.” You earn another eye-roll. “I’m going to head to the bathroom to fix whatever havok you just wreaked on my lipstick. Behave yourself, please.”
“Don’t take too long. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.” The gruffness is back and so is the pout. You kiss it softly before turning to walk away.
As you do, you catch the tail end of a conversation between two men who are far too old to be looking at you the way they are. All you can make out is something about a “fine piece of ass” and a “helluva display”. You wince when you hear one of them clap Levi on the shoulder and say something about “sharing the goods”. That can't have gone over well.
You push it down and march to the bathroom with your head held high. It's mercifully empty and quiet and you breathe a sigh of relief. Leaning against the cool marble counter, you check your reflection in the mirror and swipe at the lipstick that Levi smeared across your lips in his aggressive reclamation of your attention. You think about how frustrated he's been tonight and feel a little guilty for putting him in this position no matter how unintentional it was. Maybe having you out of the picture for a few minutes will give him a chance to cool down.
The door slams open with a bang. Or maybe not, you think as you see Levi standing in the doorframe, face flushed with fury. He crosses the room in two stomping strides allowing the door to swing shut behind him.
“Levi what are you-” you don't get any further before his lips are on yours. While his kiss earlier was hungry, this one is ravenous. He crowds you back against the counter as his tongue plunges into the cavern of your mouth. He tastes like the champagne you’ve both been drinking and you think you could get drunk off of his kisses alone. You’re not sure how long it has been before you finally break for air but it must have been a while because you find yourself gulping great mouth-fulls of air. Levi apparently does not feel the same need for oxygen and simply moves his ministrations to your neck and clavicle. You moan raggedly when he sucks a mark under your ear and it seems to push him over some ledge you hadn’t known he was standing on.
His hands band around your waist and he lifts you onto the counter with a low grunt, keeping his mouth on your skin the whole time. Blood roars in your ears at the sensation and your legs automatically wrap around his waist when he steps between them.
The new position puts your chest directly in front of his face and he dives into your cleavage, laving the exposed expanse with his tongue. His hands rise to knead and grope at the covered mounds on either side of his head and your own head thumps back against the mirror at the sensation of warmth and wetness that Levi trails across your skin.
“Levi,” You try again, sounding breathless and ruined, “What - what are you doing?”
“All these fucking pigs, undressing you with their eyes.” His voice is muffled by your tits and almost drowned out completely by the high-pitched keening sound you make as he deftly rolls a nipple between his fingers. He pulls away to give you a lust-laden look that makes heat pool between your legs. “I’m giving them something to look at.”
His hands continue their near-brutal assault on your chest, his mouth working steadily at a spot in the center of your cleavage. It will bloom dark the instant he’s through, proudly displayed for all to see. You distantly think that you should maybe be ashamed, maybe stop him, but you’re so turned on that the only truly coherent thought in your head is more.
You arch into him, desperate to be closer and he groans into your skin before turning his head to suck a new mark on the inner side of your right breast. He continues like that for what feels like hours, alternating sides and leaving shades of red and purple in his wake. Your hips begin to rock into his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothing still covering you both. You want them gone. Fumbling hands struggle to undo his belt before he yanks them away and pins them to the mirror above your head. His lips find your neck again, tongue expertly tracing over every vein.
“Levi,” Your voice comes out in a thready whine. “Please I need-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as he bites the junction where your shoulder meets your neck.
“Got you.” The words ghost across your skin and his hands roam down the length of your body. He soothes the bite with a sensual drag of his tongue and then keeps his lips busy while his fingers move under your dress. You are so delirious with pleasure that you don’t quite understand how your lace panties are suddenly no longer on your body but are being tucked into his pocket instead. His hands slide up your thighs in a slow drag, bringing your dress with them. You suck in a breath as the cool air hits your drenched pussy and make another weak attempt to reach for his belt. He swats your hand away without looking away from your soaked folds. “No time.”
Your lip trembles and the fire you attempt to put into your voice is doused by the desperation that you cannot keep at bay, “Bastard. You can’t,” -hiccup- “you can’t leave me like this.”
A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, “Oh I’m not going to leave you like this. I was just saying that I don’t have time to fuck you the way I want to.” He sucks another mark into your neck and thrusts against your center, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat. “The way you deserve to be fucked.” Another mark and another thrust. You think you’re going to go mad with lust. “That will have to wait.” This time he moves his hips slowly and deliberately, rubbing against you in a way that allows you to feel every thick, throbbing inch. “But there’s plenty of time for this.”
Without any further warning, Levi moves his hips back and slides his fingers through your slick before plunging one into your wet heat. You gasp at the intrusion and your whole body curves up obscenely, pushing your chest towards Levi’s face. You feel his lips move against your cleavage as he murmurs, “That’s a good girl, so wet for me.”
His point is enunciated by a squelch as a second finger joins the first. You throb as molten heat spreads through your core. His fingers move in tandem with his mouth, pushing and pulling, sucking and soothing. Your own mouth stutters over cries of “yes”, “please”, and, most frequently, “Levi”.
You’re certain that there is not a single spot left on your chest that has not been marked and it becomes sensitive as he licks and sucks over the freshly formed bruises. A whimper of pain escapes and Levi responds by adding his thumb to the fray, brushing over your clit in decisive swipes. The pleasure washes out the pain and you are close to the edge within seconds.
“Oh,” Your head knocks against the mirror after a particularly forceful thrust but you are too overcome to register the fresh pain. “Levi, I - please - I can’t - don’t stop-” You can’t finish a sentence but that’s okay, Levi doesn’t need you to.
His fingers curl against your walls and he strums his thumb over your clit in tight circles. Your name comes out in a rasp against your left nipple as he commands, “Come for me.”
Your orgasm is instantaneous and all-consuming. Blinding pleasure spreads through your body and you lose control of every muscle as they are engulfed by the sensation. Your legs spasm against the counter, shaking so hard that your left foot escapes the confines of the straps on your high heel. Cold glass chills your head as it rolls against the glass behind you and you stop breathing for a few precious minutes as your mind is wiped clear of all thoughts except one: How good Levi looks cleaning your come off of his fingers by popping them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them - slowly and purposefully. You close your eyes to give your heart a chance to get back under control and when you open them again, Levi is staring at your tits in open admiration. He gently brushes his fingers between them and you wince at the feeling. “How bad is it?” You ask him in a voice that sounds nothing short of debauched.
Levi sucks in a breath. “It's. . .” He kneels to fix your heel and gently lifts you from your perch on the counter. You stumble into his chest as he sets you on your feet and he smiles softly, kissing your forehead. “Take a look.”
He spins you slowly to face the mirror, keeping his hands securely on your waist. “Levi!” you scold, though the effect is somewhat marred by how broken your voice still sounds. Your chest is a riot of color. Every single inch of skin is littered with red kiss-marks, some already beginning to bloom into shades of purple and blue. Your neck bares his marks as well, though they are more scattered up there. Your boobs were very obviously the preferred target here and Levi very clearly did not miss.
You sigh as you straighten your dress and attempt to put your hair back in order. Levi helps smooth a few of the flyaways and once you look somewhat put together - You definitely still look like you got railed in a public bathroom but at least your tits aren’t hanging out of your dress - you stretch a hand out to Levi, palm-up. “I’ll need my underwear back, too.”
Levi looks at you thoughtfully for one moment, then ogles your tits for two. “No.” He states, patting his pocket. “I’ll think I’ll hold on to that for now.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, well, good thing we’re going home, then.” You step close to him and gently cup him through his pants, “We have some things to take care of, after all.”
Levi smiles and moves your hand from his throbbing cock to intertwine your fingers with his. He’s still staring openly at your chest when he says, “You know, I’ve had a change of heart. I think we should stay a little longer and enjoy the company. I did give them quite a view, after all.”
Sumarry: Modern Au Alpha and Omega. Alpha Levi x Omega Reader
Haha. Is been a while :") please bear with me as I try to go back on writing Levi again. Is like a long hiatus, I guess? Anyway I'll slowly try to write the remaining days on @levievent. I am so late ;_; sorry if this is rush
Levi embraces his identity as an Alpha mate, fully respecting your decision regarding the timing of starting a family. He understands your desire to hold off on having children for now, but he also recognizes the longing you feel as an Omega—a yearning that seems to grow with each passing day.
You often find yourself admiring other Omegas who proudly showcase their swollen baby bumps, basking in the love and affection their Alphas bestow upon them. It’s a sight that brings an unmistakable warmth to your heart, stirring a deep desire within you.
As Levi observes these moments, he becomes acutely aware of your feelings. He notices the way your eyes light up when you see a happy family, and it ignites something within him as well. He, too, longs for the joy of parenthood—although not just the traditional vision of two children; he dreams of a larger family, filled with the laughter and energy of many little ones.
The thought of you being filled with his children ignites a fervent attraction within him, awakening a primal desire that courses through his veins. This realization transforms his perspective, deepening his feelings towards you. For him, this is not merely a fleeting fantasy; it is a profound kink that brings him immense joy, one he yearns to explore exclusively with you. His heart races at the prospect of carving out a future together—a future brimming with love, laughter, and the delightful chaos that accompanies family life.
As he deals with these profound feelings, he realizes the importance of waiting for the perfect time—when you are in heat. In those intimate moments, he gently seeks your approval regarding whether you desire children. However, deep down, his genuine longing grows; he silently hopes for you to accept his seed, envisioning the day when you may conceive.
Then one day, it happen.
You find yourself nestled in your shared bedroom with Levi, surrounded by his clothing, which you've piled around you like a makeshift nest. The familiar scents of him envelop you, heightening your senses as you sniff and whimper in anticipation. You know that he’ll be home soon; you’ve texted him earlier to let him know that your heat has begun, and you are confident that Levi will finish his work promptly, eager to return to you. With every minute that passes, the longing grows stronger, as you await the moment when he can finally be with you, ready to embrace the desires that both of you share.
You curled yourself, enwrapped in the thickest of Levi's sweaters and nested atop their tangled bedding, every nerve ending tuned to the tick of the clock above the door. The ticking was metronomic, the time between clicks measured against the staccato pulse inside your chest.
When Levi arrive, it was so silent that you missed it at first. Then the front door eased open and closed with a hush, and you sensed him before he came into view: the particular way the air shifted, the almost-inaudible sigh as he set his bag down in the entryway.
It was always like this, his presence so familiar and beloved that you could recognize it even in the dark, by the vector of his motion, the resonance of his voice as he called out your name. He stepped into the bedroom, looked over the nest you'd built from his sweaters and shirts, and smiled in a way that was both knowing and exceedingly gentle.
He watched you for a moment, hands braced on either side of the doorframe. It was a look of recognition, of hunger tempered by reverence—he wanted you, needed you, but he would not take you until you asked. It was the same every time, a ritual as sacred as any vow, and it made you ache all the more.
The room spun with the scent of him, of you, of the combined longing that crackled like ozone in the air. He seemed to almost taste it, the way his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared, and you felt the connection between you tighten until it was a live wire.
Levi crossed the room in two strides, knees sinking to the velvet pile of jumpers and blankets where you stole. He was still in his work clothes, slacks and a soft-collared shirt, the tie already loosened, but you could sense the effort it took for him to maintain composure. You reached for him, shaky fingers grasping at his wrist, and he took your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world.
Your own voice sounded faraway, shy: "Levi?" The word trembled at the end, almost a plea.
He squeezed your hand and knelt so that he was level with you, eye to eye. "I know," he whispered, thumb skating along your cheek. " I'm here."
You wanted to tell him more, to say everything you felt, but the words lodged in your throat, replaced by a high keen as he brought his mouth to yours. At first it was a soft kiss, slow and familiar, but soon it grew urgent, open-mouthed, tongues tangling and breath hitching.
You clawed at his shirt, desperate to close any distance between you, and he responded by cupping the back of your head, holding you steady as the kiss deepened. In the back of your mind, you were aware of how your bodies fit together, the lines and angles, the practiced way his hands mapped your ribs and hips, the way your own hands fit into the grooves of his shoulders and waist.
You felt yourself shake, whether from cold or desire you couldn't say, and he broke the kiss with a hum of concern. He brushed your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "Tell me what you need," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
You couldn't speak, could only yelp softly as his hand slid beneath the hem of the sweater, hot against your skin. He slipped his other arm under your knees and lifted you easily, settling you in his lap as though you weighed nothing. There, the world narrowed to the space between his chest and yours, to the mutual need that rendered everything else meaningless.
He pressed his lips against yours once more, this time more slowly, savoring every moment. You matched his enthusiasm as best as you could, arching into his caress as he leisurely glided his hands up your sides.
The feeling ignited a flurry of warmth along your spine, and you breathed out his name softly, hiding your face in the curve of his neck. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, frenzied and barely contained, which only heightened your yearning.
You struggled with his shirt until he assisted you in taking it off, then kissed his collarbone, savoring the saltiness of his skin. He trembled, his breathing uneven now. "You want this, right? Yeah? You want to become pregnant now? Carry my pups, mhm?"
You nodded desperately, "Yes, please. Please. Impregnate me, please."
He grinned, and any facade of serenity disappeared. He pushed you back onto the nest and positioned himself over you, showering your jaw, neck, and shoulders with kisses. You arched your body upward, every fiber of your being yearning for him, and he complied, taking your face in his hands and kissing you so passionately it felt as though you might never catch your breath.
You intertwined your fingers in his hair and pulled, encouraging him to come even closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, securing him in place, and he let out a groan at the intensity of it.
He continued kissing down your neck, nipping and sucking until you were convinced there would be marks by morning. He only paused for a moment, perhaps to appreciate you, to let you take a breath, but you clawed at his back, silently pleading for him to continue.
He read your desperation instantly, and his self-control finally snapped. He worked your sweater and underwear off with a single motion, the air cool on your flushed skin, and in the same moment he shucked his own pants and boxers, baring himself to you. There was nothing but the two of you now, and when he pressed himself against you, you both gasped, the contact like an electric shock.
He lined himself up, eyes never leaving yours, and waited—not for his own sake, but for yours, making certain you wanted this finally, that you needed it as badly as he did. You nodded, biting your lip, and he pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust, to feel every inch of him. It was perfect, the stretch, the fullness, the way your bodies locked together. You let out a moan, loud enough that you were certain the neighbors could hear, but you didn't care, not now.
Levi set a rhythm, gentle at first, but as your bodies became reacquainted with each other he moved faster, deeper, the force of his thrusts making the bed creak beneath you.
At the back of Levi's mind, it screams words as it gets bold and bolder:
Get pregnant.
Get pregnant.
GET PREGNANT.
GET PREGNANT!!!
He peppered you with kisses the entire time, whispering your name, calling you beautiful, telling you how much he needed you, how good you felt. You responded in kind, nails digging into his back, hips canting upward to meet his every move.
It built inside you, pleasure so acute you felt like you might come apart at the seams. He sensed your approach and angled his hips just right, catching the spot that made you see stars, and the sensation tipped you over the edge. You cried out, clutching his shoulders, shaking with the force of it as you came, shuddering through every wave.
Levi was right behind you, groaning your name as he followed you over the precipice. He collapsed onto you, crushing you, and for a while neither of you moved, too spent to do anything but breathe and listen to the thud of your hearts.
When you finally came back to yourself, you were still wrapped around him, unwilling to let go. He stroked your hair, murmuring soft words into your skin, and you clung to him, unwilling to let the moment end.
