Kinktober Day 31: Werewolf & Breeding Kink & Pinning
“I am so shy to ask of this but I loved your Kinktober last year and I am excited for this year! I remember you did Vampire Levi. May you do Wolf Levi? Kindly add with creampie, breeding kink and pinning (I cannot believe I am saying this haha) As always, Levi and Reader are in a long-term loving relationship. Nevertheless, I leave the creative freedom to you. Always keep safe and am very excited for your future works!”
A/N: Thank you to all who participated in this Kinktober - liking, reblogging, commenting, requesting, or otherwise supporting - and for being so patient with it! This event is my favorite time of year and I truly could not have done it without you. That sentiment stretches far beyond this, though - but to all of my writing. YOU are the reason I am here and will continue to be here. This piece and all the rest, I hope you enjoy 🧡 Anlian
Word count: 700
Tags: levi x reader, smut, penetration, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, alternate universe, werewolf!levi, fem!reader
Remember! Levi hates art theft.
You never used to follow the phases of the moon, you had never had a reason to. Hand in your hair, tilting your head back against the pillow, you sighed with heat-of-the-moment clarity: it was just another way that Levi had turned your world upside down.
Calendars were secondary. Daylight savings made obsolete. Loving Levi so intimately - all his quirks, all his secrets - led you to learn the lunar system; how the new moons corresponded with his fatigue and how the full summoned his most feral form.
And if you lost track, Levi made sure to give you a reminder: a night in bed that you would never forget. Canines that grazed your neck. A tail that traced your thighs. Tongue dove deep down your throat, an insatiable craving and search for your taste, purring with satisfaction every inch he got. Tonight was one of those nights.
As your lashes fluttered, you caught glimpses - reinforcing evidence of the phase that had overcome him: the steep tug of his lips, revealing his teeth sharp and clenched. Tendons in his neck outlined as ferocious snarls passed by them. The swirl of his eager tail cast fast-moving shadows on your bare white walls, painted bright with moonlight. A light so vibrant, his passion so powerful, “Ah,” you sighed, about the pleasure he provided and its supernatural origins, it all made sense, “that’s it.”
At your praise, Levi’s ears perked up, “Yeah?” moaning against your neck, words interrupted by licks and pants, “You like that?”
His innate sense of smell, a nose keen to the scent of your sex. Eyes of a predator fixated solely on his prey and its signs of vulnerability. Claws that dug into you could feel the pulse of your veins, the trembles of your body. Peeking past squinted eyes, you caught the cockiness on his expression - solidifying your theory. Of course, he did not have to ask, he just had to hear it.
“Oh, yeah...” you cooed. With each move he made, you felt your resolve faltering. Hand shook on the way to pet his head, “Such a good boy…”
Maybe at a different time, he would have succumbed to that pet name, but in this period - with his warm blood turned hot, his instincts demanding to dominate - your attempt at ownership did not sit well with him. His lungs burned to bark, his hold on you turned constrictive. Circulation cut off as well as any power trip you thought you had. “Mine…” Levi growled. Bites and scratches marked you up, claiming you as his words did, “All mine.”
Every thrust supported his argument. A length that reached your furthest depths. A pace that was inhuman. Even as you felt your dam breaking, your breaths turned frantic, legs wrapped around the small of his back tugged him closer - asking for more than you could even keep up with. Tail tied between your ankles knotted you there. Levi snickered at the greedy little thing you were. In this mere mortal, he had found a hunger to match his. The one who summoned his most primal state, the one who begged for it.
Even in his heat, even past the red of his vision, he could see his future with you. No one else he would rather - or could even imagine - spending his life with. A partner both cute and courageous - a damsel with a daring side. No one else he would rather fill with his seed. Pussy clenched around him, warm and tight. Your nails dug into him, threatening to leave scars. Endless cries of his name as if it was the only word you knew - Levi the only being you loved.
His climax dawning, he wanted to ensure you knew: he felt the same.
Toes propped at your ankles and hands cupped around your wrists kept you pinned to the bed. Stuck but not still, holding your physical position in place allowed Levi to push you closer to release. Stagnant in one sense, tossed in the other - propelled towards your own orgasm.
“Lie back, relax, baby…” Levi’s tongue turned sloppy on your neck - kisses and bruises, licks and bites. Clawing at your scalp, pulling you sound against his chest. At your cheek, you felt his heart racing. In your arousal, his passion housed safe, locked, and leaking. “I’ve got you.”
Got you - throughout the minutes of your climax. As your ears rang, breath caught, heart stopped, you remained fearless in the throes of your debilitation. If there was anyone you would trust in your moment of weakness - both to pounce on it and carry you through it - it was the one who held you now.
Got you - through the pregnancy you would soon test positive for. Protecting you and your offspring. The alpha of the family. He would sacrifice anything for you - no matter how big or small. From the late night runs to satisfy cravings to his own life and beating heart. Each full moon a reminder.
