Alpha!Levi x Omega fem!reader; modern omegaverse; neighbors; explicit sex; anal play; oral sex; shower sex
Minors dni! (seriously explicit and filthy)
It never ended.
He fucked you on the floor next, on your knees while he rammed into you from behind, his fingers toying with the wetness rimming your butthole, sending sparks behind your eyes. It should’ve been humiliating, the way you begged him to go faster, harder, rougher. You wanted more, you needed so much more. He fucked you in all possible positions, desperate to see you in all your angles, needing to get his fill of you. You would wake up, wanton and grinding against him, and he would thrust inside you without you having to utter another word. He was rough, hard, unyielding—yet sometimes he was soft, exactly when you needed him to be, kissing you so softly, thrusting into you good and slow and lazy until you came so intensely.
It could have been hours, or even days, you couldn’t tell.
The heat had blurred your vision so thickly you couldn’t even tell when it was light and when it was dark. Your entire existence had narrowed down to scent and sensation alone. The lack of control over your emotions was embarrassing; you couldn’t stand being alone for a second. You’d even followed Levi into the bathroom the moment you’d felt the vanishing of his warmth.
It was why you found yourself on your knees and sucking his cock, the marbled floor digging into your bones, the hot pounding of the shower cascading around you. Steam rose and fogged the sight of Levi’s strained muscles, veins of his neck popping out of his skin as he rolled his head back and moaned. You were already soaking wet as you sucked him harder, with fervor, your tongue devouring his warm length, fists wrapped around the thick flare of his knot.
You released him with a wet pop, licking his him all the way down until you reached the base of him, stretching your mouth around the curve of his knot. You hummed deeply when he jolted, bending to stare at you with eyes like dark, blown-out moons, hungry for more. One of his arms braced against the tile wall, holding him steady, and the other… it rested on the top of your head, sliding down your cheek until it reached the bottom of your chin. He gently tilted your face up, his thumb tracing the swollen line of your lips. You breathed hard, your chest rising and falling, your nipples perked and sensitive as his heavy gaze made you shiver.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathed, droplets of water slithering down his dark bangs, as he drank in the sight of you beneath him. His long fingers slid to the back of your head, threading deep into your wet hair. “Keep going,” he said, his voice low and gravelly as he guided you back to his cock. “Touch yourself.”
The sound of your mouth swallowing him down was loud, though it was drowned out by the heavy, squelching splash of the water as you fucked yourself.