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Not in season? Pt. 2
Summary: Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body?
Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation.
Part 1!!
Author note:: I've had this idea for so long⊠Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it.
I'm self-conscious about my smut, so⊠practice makes perfect. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me.
Pairing: Levi x fem! reader.
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Breeding, Forced breeding, Biting, Breeding Kink, dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Nurse reader, Alpha Levi x Omega reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Captain Levi x Nurse Reader, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha Hange Zoë, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Erwin Smith, Alpha Eren Yeager, Alpha Jean Kirstein, Alpha Mikasa Ackerman. Omegaverse.
Word count: 10.8k You had been warned lmao
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Timeâtime was needed, whether it be a refreshing shower or a bucket of snow from outside the building thrown at him. Anything that could pull any part of his consciousness back to work. As her lips moved and the sounds of her mouth echoed softly, his mind wondered if she was truly awake or if it was unconscious spasms. He sat on the mattress, eyes fixed on her features, waiting, expecting anything.Â
Carefully and delicately, he crawled out of bed, like a mother leaving a baby in a room without waking it up. When his feet touched the floor, he almost tripped on something. His eyes surveyed the mess, and he fought every inch of his body not to go on a cleaning rampage. The only reason stopping him? She moved, flexing one leg up for more comfort, and he swore he didnât mean to stare. His attention moving on its own over her body, focusing on the mating markâhis mating markâmost impressively, his own release between her legs.Â
Pulsations in his head, frowning as the pain appeared. That was the reason stopping him from tidying up the room, each breath triggering demands like âone moreâ and âjust one more... to be sure.â He needed to scratch every skin cell with bleach if necessary, with the coldest water and the sharpest brush. Her scent, the aphrodisiac almost cloying aroma her body expelled, clouded his judgment. He picked up the crumpled sheets at the edge of the bed to gently cover her frame.Â
So that was exactly what he didâlocked the door, turned on the rushing water without waiting for it to warm up, and jumped straight in. Regrets filled his mind; he had never behaved this way before. Alphas unable to control themselves, using heats or ruts as excuses, were something he despised. Perhaps even more than he hated MPs. The consequences were obvious; he had claimed her. Between Alphas and Omegas, a claiming mark was more powerful than any wedding ring.Â
âWhat if...â his consciousness brought up once again as he quickly tidied up his appearance. Dark locks swayed as he shook his head forcefully, erasing the thought. âWe will cross that bridge when we get there.â Once rational thoughts replaced the arousal haze, anxiety kicked in. It felt loud inside his head, too many worries in such a small period. He wasnât sure what was worse at this rate.Â
Blessing any existing god out there, his bathroom and the drawers with clothes were tidied up enough to find objects quickly. The dips of his hair dripped water almost everywhere. On other occasions, he would have waited until it dried a bit before anything else, but his mind was clouded with one priorityâbeing in the room when she woke up. The idea of her waking up alone in his twisted sheets and undone bed, feeling used or discarded, was like a stab to his own morality.Â
Heavy with water, hair fell into his face. He pushed it backward as his hand ran through his locks while searching for a shirt to wear. A pair of sweatpants was on, and this time, he was wearing underwearâthe first garment he put on as the idea of his nudity made him uneasy. The Captain tried to put the uniform on, perhaps to finally go back to work after so many days, but he felt sensitive in places that would probably make him ashamed to confess. Tight white jeans were the last thing he desired right now.Â
Gripping the edges of a simple white shirt to push it over his head, turning around and resting on the chest of drawers as he did. Pushing down the fabric, only to find two half-lidded eyes looking at him. Frozen in place, as if he waited for the bullet to pierce through his forehead. Slow blinks as he noticed her trying to gulp, her eyes focusing on him. On other occasions, he might consider how endearing and sexually appealing she looked while sleepily laying on her side, with the sheet sticking to the curve of her waist. Suddenly, the edge of the sheet was pushed upwards, clinging to her body as she sat down erratically.Â
âHere we go,â mentally preparing himself.Â
âLevi?!â The confusion in her tone, the desperation in her eyes judging him across the room. âWhat- What happened? What is this?!âÂ
His lips parted softly as if he gathered what he could possibly answer. Her feet became exposed as she kept tugging on the sheet to cover her body. âWhere are my clothes?âÂ
âIââ Levi murmured, his voice sounding rough and raspy as he hadnât spoken for a good couple of hours while his eyes searched on the floor for any piece of garment that didnât belong to him. âI donât know.âÂ
âWhat time is it? What day is it? HowââÂ
âLook,â one of his hands raised as the other gripped the edge of the furniture behind him, grounding him to reality. âIâve as much information as you.âÂ
A hiss of pain pierced through the room as she frowned deeply. Her hands instinctively reaching backward to her nape as the other tightly gripped the sheet against her chest. Confusion palpable in her face as, with drawn-together eyebrows and parted lips, she admired leftover blood in her hand from a wound that was probably repeated over the past few days.Â
âYou... you marked me?â her voice sounded distant. âBut... Iâm a beta.âÂ
Quick was him to add, âYes, about that,â as if this was the only question on an examâs sheet that he knew and was eager to answer. âNo.âÂ
Her accusing eyes were back on him, not looking very pleased. âWhat do you mean? Iâm 24 years old, I canât present now. Iâm a beta.âÂ
âYeah,â he repeated this time less sure, âNoâŠâÂ
She scoffed, offended that he doubted her word. âYouâre saying you know more than me about myself? Than doctors? Than my own enlistment sheet?âÂ
Levi clicked his tongue and softly shook his head, âI ainât no doctor, Iâm just stating the shitty facts I got, and those are that alphas canât claim betas,â his words seemed heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. âAnd betas donât trigger a fucking rut of days into me. You got both.âÂ
His lips pursed together, head tilted downwards, and looking to his right. Being subtle and diplomatic with his words wasnât what he was known for, and therefore he was trying his best to control his sharp tongue. She seemed obviously confused and scared. Society had certain implicit rules and expectations learned after presentation that Alphas and Omegas learned across the way as they grew. Himself had taught Eren when he presented that the brat couldnât go around baring teeth and sniffing around if there was an Omega, to get a hold of their instincts. Couldnât even imagine how it felt to find out about it so late in life.Â
âAre you implying this was my fault?â Her eyes appeared reflective, and he hated that.Â
âNo, that ainât what I said,â He quickly restored, involuntarily getting defensive. âLook, letâsââ his right hand raised once again trying to get his point across. Now presented, he could perceive her uneasiness in the air.Â
âDonât you dare to tell me to calm down,â the way she spat each word and the anger in her tone caught him off guard.Â
His unwillingness to add to the issue made the hand that was reaching out softly switch to the right, pointing to the door as he spoke. âLetâs take a shower,â he rearranged his statement, âI bet the water warmed up already. Why donât you take a shower while I clean this pigsty?âÂ
While the uneasiness in the room lingered as the stale air, the hostile undertones seemed to withdraw slowly as her attention focused on the bedroomâs floor, allowing Levi a moment of freedom from her demanding glance. âIâ Iâve nothing to wear when I come out.âÂ
As the soldier he was, ready to break from the shock and jump into the battlefield, it snapped him. Turning around to quickly gather the first pieces of garments he could find and handing them back to her. âThere are towels in the bathroom.âÂ
Y/N grabbed the pile of clothes and carefully put her feet back on the floor as she descended the bed, taking the sheet with her as if it could provide any sort of protection. Once the door was shut close, Levi let out a breath he didnât know he was holding. It hadnât been easier than he anticipated. In reality, he had anticipated nothing, so her not snapping him across the face was already a win.Â
Though he dedicated himself to picking up the remaining food and belongings scattered on the floor, the bitten loaves of bread, now growing mold, made him grimace uneasily and blush slightly in shame. Images of him hastily consuming the food until crawling back to bed played in his mind. Being reduced to such an animalistic state brewed a self-absorbed shame that was hard to explain. Perhaps it felt akin to the last time he had experienced a rut, despite not being with an omegaâback in his early to mid-twenties, nearly a decade ago. The closest feeling that mirrored his shame was as if he had regressed to bedwetting or, more accurately, having to wash sheets after a wet dream. While it was natural for alphas to suffer ruts twice a year upon reaching adulthood, the years without them left him feeling wrong.Â
Opening the window, he noticed the early morning glow in the sky. Inhaling fresh breaths, he felt a chill like sinking into frozen water. Both the office and bedroom windows were open, creating an airflow. Finally, out of his bedroom, he surveyed his suspiciously tidy office. Despite his hazy state, he seemed to have confined himself to lurking in his bedroom. A thin layer of dust, perceptible only to him, hinted that more days had passed than he anticipated. "There you are," he murmured, his eyes fixed on two pieces of clothing strewn on the floorâa nightgown and a cardigan. Picking them up, he folded them together.Â
The sound of the bathroom door's knob opening caught his attention. Instead of leading to the bedroom, she emerged from the entrance that connected to the office. Uncertain, he stood still as her presence appeared again, holding folded bedsheets in her arms. The grey trousers and black turtleneck sweater she wore belonged to him. Their eyes met again; she seemed not to expect this encounter.Â
"Uhm... I'm going to my room," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "Your sheets."Â
Levi extended his hand to accept her offer and handed her the folded clothes. He tried to engage the part of his brain responsible for social interaction to come up with an appropriate response. She took her clothes, mumbled a "Thank you," and left. Standing there, looking at the closed door, he felt confused, ashamed, and doubtful. Should he have said something? Done something? Well, in his mind, he had done enoughâmore than enough.Â
âPerhaps she needs time,â he tried to rationalize the situation, but the painful short stabs in his body were something he wasnât used to. His body wasnât happy that he had let go of his mate, his perhaps pregnant mate. Instincts demanded once again; she may be carrying his offspring, and he just let her goâundefended, unprotected, to God knows where! âI know where, to her shitty room,â he muttered under his breath as he argued against himself.Â
Slender fingers scratched the back of his head, searching for mental peace. The growl of his stomach gave him an answer to the roaming question in his mindâwhat to do now? Search for food, apparently. The coldness of the air coming through the open windows made him shiver; feeling something other than scorching heat was refreshing. The walk of shame down the halls to the higher-ups' kitchen was reduced slightly by the early hours and its lack of people around. Continually sighing while thinking that anything inside the kitchen would be devoured. If it was from anyone else, he would apologize later; right now, he felt as if he had gone out and gotten pissed drunk the night beforeâoverwhelmingly starving.Â
âWell well well, look who finally came out from his bunker,âÂ
Levi did a quick side-eye contact as he bit on a piece of bread with cheese on top while he cooked himself breakfast, unable to wait until the actual meal was finished. Groaning an acknowledging reply to Hange as he had his mouth full.Â
âIf it wasnât for the very loud awkward noises that came from your room, I would have declared you dead already,â the mischievous smile was even perceptible in their tone as they wrapped an arm around the manâs shoulders.Â
âIâm not in the mood, four eyes,â the captain muttered once he had swallowed the food.Â
âUnbelievable, you are the lucky bastard who had been getting laid for almost twelve days straight, and youâre in a bad mood?! Nothing can make you stop being grumpy, isnât it?â Hange said clearly entertained, but their words made Leviâs eyes sparkle.Â
âTwelve days? What day is it?âÂ
Hange began to chuckle before replying, â18th of November. You owe me one; I had been training your squad and doing your paperwork for two weeks.âÂ
Uneasy groans of complaint echoed in the small kitchen as he stirred around the eggs with the bacon. His deadly eyes met the other squad leader, âOwe you? You should have kept everyone out of my room! You realize what Iâve just done?âÂ
Hange raised both of their hands in the air, âWow wow, slow down! How is this my fault?â Their loud complaints were quick to arrive as Levi muttered bitter replies under his breath, âHow was I supposed to know she was an omega? And even if I found out, you would have ripped my arms off just for the sake of mating with her.âÂ
âYeah... youâre fucking right, goddamned it,â Levi accepted it resigned.Â
âWhere's your baby girl?â Hangeâs cheeky personality was quick to return. âMaking breakfast for your wifey?âÂ
âDonât call her that,â Levi spit out, âIn her room, she left.âÂ
It was the squad leaderâs time to groan uneasily, âYou let your newly presented and bonded mate leave? And you call yourself a high breed Alpha?âÂ
If it was even possible, Levi frowned more deeply. âWhat was I supposed to do?â he dragged the words as he muttered them under his breath, putting his breakfast out of the pan. âKidnap her in my room?âÂ
Hange, who grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate to eat, owned a tired dead gaze from Levi, only to see him roll his eyes as the squad leader complained about it burning their fingers and being hot while they tried to eat it anyway. âWell,â they chuckled with their mouth full, âYou kidnapped her there for twelve days, one more one less wasnât going to make a difference.âÂ
The captain tiredly sighed echoed as he grabbed his plate and tugged it away from the other alpha before they devoured it all. Carefully putting the dishes in a tray with a tea set for the rest of the morning, ready to find solitude in his chambers again.Â
âBy the way,â Hange added again, âWhen do you think the due date is? Erwin and I have a bet on who is going to be cool uncle.âÂ
Levi stopped midway as he was about to leave the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face the brunette. âWhy the hell were you and Eyebrows talking about that shit?âÂ
The other alpha simply shrugged and then commented, entertained, âIt was hard not to talk about it. You two werenât particularly hush about it, you know? Weâre entitled to talk about it after enduring almost two weeks of hearing you two mate like wild animals.âÂ
Uneasy groans mixed with his ashamed grimace at the mere thought. It didnât help that the titan lover kept going, âYou know, we both concluded that we canât believe we thought of her as a beta.â Their comment, made with the same unbothered attitude as Hange was known for rambling about topics, didnât match with Levi's shift in attitude. First, the confusion surpassed his previous shame, only to then demand an explanation with his fierce, sharp eyes. Hange began to chuckle nervously as they thought that, perhaps, they shouldnât have said that. âWell... you know...â they muttered, feeling the short manâs anger, â⊠itâs impossible that was a betaâs ass.âÂ
Two alphas, closed in a room talking about his omegaâs ass. Itâs the best ass in the walls, donât get him wrong, but heâs the only one allowed to make that observation... at least publicly.Â
âUgh,â Hange complained loudly as they walked down a hall.Â
Erwin looked at the squad leader confused and highlighted, âI saw Leviâs window open; heâs finally out?â then added, âAre you alright?âÂ
âLevi kicked me,â they replied as they caressed their butt.Â
Shaking his head slightly and sighing as if he were dealing with children, âI told you not to tell him anything weird while he still had a cocktail of hormones inside him,â the commander simply reproached them.Â
The thud of the forehead impacting with the harsh oak wood of the desk, the deep breath that came out as a scoff, fogging up the surface, the subtle sleet hitting the windowsâ glass behind before turning into snow once again, dark locks tangling as they fell forward graciously, and the clock in the office announcing it was almost midnight. âI survived.â Those felt like accurate words despite his line of work; his body felt as if he had been grabbed by a titan and snapped against those big trees. His body felt in better shape when he came back from an expedition, and he wasnât lying. Not even the best intentions and the hardest mental strength could force him to go to training with his squad; the kids had been annoyingly supportive of hearing him feel better from his âcold.âÂ
The muscles of his legs twitched involuntarily, and the muscles of his body felt like jelly; his brain fogged with tiredness. Blaming it completely on the drop in hormones that forced him to be on top of his game, now he felt as if he was suffering withdrawal. Any mix of substances that his body produced in excess during his rut to secure the stamina to endure the mating, the strength and sharpness to be ready to fight for his breeding right, and also to protect him and his mate during the period the pheromones could have driven someone into their nest had fulfilled its role. Now, without them and the tiredness of the aftermath of forcing his body into them, it had left him feeling as if someone had smashed all his bones. Adding to that, his instincts didnât cease to remind him to stay close to his mate, whom he hadnât seen all day. In normal situations, newly mated couples would have nested until both felt back to their usual selves and, more importantly, until the claiming mark settled and marked forever their bond.Â
If he had three surviving brain cells after everything, two were completely dedicated to reminding him that whatever they should be doing as mates, he simply wasnât doing it. Gritting his teeth as his instincts having power over him was starting to drive him nuts. Itâs not that he didnât want to talk to her, but he also wished to respect her space. Tired eyes, half-lidded, looked through his dark and dense eyelashes as he checked the clock after it began to announce midnight. The only few times he had left his chambers to pick up and deliver paperwork and during meals to check on his squad, he hadnât seen her. And from what he subtly asked, nobody else had either.Â
This anxiety and uncertainty in him werenât normal; he was usually decisive. The tip of the fountain pen hit against the paper, leaving little dots as he pondered the idea of checking on her, trying to decipher if it was his instincts talking or actual rational thoughts.Â
âFuck it,âÂ
White rice with butter and cheese in a bowl, carried on a tray, sliced apples, chamomile tea. Were the rumors true that omegas felt nauseous during post-mating syndrome? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to take risks. Had he overdone it? His anxiety replied positively. His lack of security wasn't something he enjoyed, and his knuckles hesitated to knock on the infirmary's door that led to her personal chambers inside. Forcing himself, one, two, three knocks resounded too much for his liking in the middle of the night.Â
Time seemed to move slowly, and he seriously considered leaving the food there. Then the door creaked, and her tired eyes observed him from the gap.Â
"I-Uh... I brought you some supper," Levi mentioned, slightly raising the tray as if the metal piece with food on top wasn't enough indication.Â
The heavy dark circles under her eyes, the reflection in them, and her uneven look. She had seen better days; they had seen better days. Her silence gnawed at his sanity, and he seriously considered that interacting was easier when they were both intoxicated with their own hormones. Plus, his awkwardness and lack of social skills made him conclude that, perhaps, his body was right, and the only way he could engage in producing offspring was clouding his judgment completely.Â
"Everything smells very strong, makes me nauseous," her voice, subtle as the flight of a moth in the middle of the night, murmured as her hands gripped the edge of the door, resting her face and weight on it. "It's very overwhelming."Â
Levi readjusted his weight to the other leg and gave it a thought. "It's natural; you'll get used to it," he replied shortly, "and learn to kinda switch off your brain to not pay attention to every piece of nonsense."Â
He, for example, could perceive it all. She was like an open book, her distress, confusion, and now subtle tints of happiness that he tried to attribute to her body reacting positively to the proximity of him as her mate. It was, in a sense, a bit endearing how she wasn't able to control her pheromones yet.Â
Y/N's soft chuckles caught his attention as the air turned sweet, and she smiled softly. "You know a lot," she replied. Unconsciously, it boosted his pride; her body reacted positively and relaxed in his presence.Â
"I presented when I was 11, an early bloomer. I remember wanting to rip off my shitty nose from my face," his comment made her chuckle again, and it made him wish he had something else to say to earn another smile.Â
She let the door adorned with a small brass plaque that simply read "Infirmary" slide open and stepped to a side as a subtle indication he was welcome in. Levi had been there too many times, none of them for himself but usually because Jean and Eren fought again. As one entered, the scent of antiseptic greeted them, mingling with the faint aroma of old wood and polished linoleum floors and hers that it took all his willpower to fight against. If his body was trying to return to its normal working system, her uncontrolled liberation of pheromones was like a punch in the gut that he tried to hide.Â
The walls were painted in a soothing, muted colour to create an illusion of calmness, while the tall, narrow windows allowed slivers of nightlight to filter through dusty curtains. Rows of narrow iron beds lined the room, each neatly made with crisp white sheets and thin, worn blankets. A wooden cabinet filled with basic medical supplies, from bandages to cough syrup, occupied one corner, its glass doors revealing caramel bottles with remedies.Â
A small desk in the corner held a register where ailments and treatments were meticulously recorded with pen and ink. A single, dim lamp illuminated the desk, casting a pool of light in an otherwise subdued room. One small door that mimetite with the walls, led to her personal chambers. They were very similar to his, slightly smaller and with a small round table probably to fill up the lack of an office. And, of course, a bathroom with two doors, one leading to the infirmary and another to her room. He left the tray on the table, and his eyes did a quick check on her room, mostly out of curiosity.Â
It was tidy, not to his standards but nice. The bed was made, and the sort of femininity that the place radiated made him giggle or nervous from inside. Perhaps it was the crochet table runner, the bed's scarf, the small pots with plants on the window frame, the body lotions next to the bed. The attention to details that he, despite living in his own space for longer, hadn't thought of buying, and she had insisted on making the place her own despite the lugged bags still being around as she hadn't been done unpacking yet. It all made him wonder when the last time had been he had been at a woman's place; the life in the scouts really makes nights lonely.Â
Not wanting to overstay his visit, he was ready to leave. But as she sat down on her small table, her hand reached out to grip his forearm and look up to him. "Stay; it makes my mind so calm and quiet when you're around," she said without any restrictions.Â
"It's the bond," Levi murmured, but he sat down anyway. Trying to disguise how mentally peaceful himself was now that they were close, his possessiveness of "what if there's another alpha around when I'm not there? What if she lets another alpha claim her to change the mark when it's still too fresh?" quickly subsided.Â
She took quiet and slow spoon feed portions of the rice, and he tried to glue his eyes on anything else to not make her feel observed while eating. Her loud tired sighs filled the extremely uncomfortable silence, "you know... my life was way easier when I was a beta."Â
Levi hummed in appreciation, "I bet," he added without much to say.Â
"It's a very weird feeling, bittersweet perhaps," Y/N murmured while she slowly ate. She chuckled softly, as if she remembered something funny. "I had this very silly crush on you since I joined, and you helped me clean the infirmary. I accepted that we would only be friends because," she stopped, and he looked at her, shocked. "Well, because you're a high-breed alpha-"Â
"I've never actually cared about those shits, not like I'm some banker's brat that needs to secure an heir," Levi quickly added, interrupting her.Â
"Huh?" Her face turned to the left to look at him as his statement made no sense, raising an eyebrow in confusion.Â
Words weren't his strength, so he decided to spit out anything in his brain. "That I didn't care you were a beta."Â
"Are you implying you had been flirting with me before this?"Â
He scratched the back of his head and murmured slightly offended, "Yeah, for the past two months. Thank you for finally noticing."Â
Despite his soft words, she remained confused âThat was you flirting?âÂ
Levi scoffed, offended. "Fucking excuse me, usually, we flirt with scents and mark territory â both things you didn't notice until now."Â
Perhaps then, pieces fell into place, the sense of calmness she experienced each time they had tea at his place. The subtle citrus, lavender-scented with a musky undertone had always been him, trying to convey his intentions in the only way he knew how. Or, maybe, all the oppositesâhis body reacting on its own, even at the prospect of her being a beta, trying to provide a sense of protection and calmness to the place, showing his willingness to a potential mate.Â
The only reply he got was a few shallows, quiet chuckles before she continued eating a little longer, a soft smile on her features. "And the bittersweet part?" Levi insisted, picking up where she had left off.Â
"Oh," her memory recalled her comment, and she blushed heavily. "Well... apparently mating with an alpha is harder than being stepped on by a horde of Titans," she explained, grimacing uneasily. "I've bruises everywhere, and I can barely move."Â
"I usually behave more... I'm not particularly vanilla, but I'm a bit more civilized." As the air lightened slightly, and it felt as if both were finally addressing the elephant in the room, Levi tried to force himself to be a bit more talkative. "If it makes you feel better, I feel like shit too."Â
"You? What could you possibly be hurting from?"Â
"I would like to see you topping for twelve days straight," Levi snorted back, his pride hurt that she wasn't taking his part of the job seriously.Â
"Fair, fair." Giving in just for the sake of it, she picked up a slice of the red apple and ate it casually. "You know..." she thought of commenting but then, "nevermind."Â
"What? Just spit it out," Levi's harsh nature stepped in, especially insisting as he observed her face turn red.Â
"I was just thinking that... Maybe this explains why," her voice grew hushed and embarrassed, "I always felt like something was lacking with my beta ex."Â
An entertained scoff left his lips, mixed with a cocky side smirk. He felt as if his inner alpha was kicking out of happiness. Alphas are competitive, possessive, and jealous creatures by nature; they may even feel jealous of the pillow their omega hugs while asleep. Being delighted with the idea that thereâs no other that could provide the strength they show while mating is like a big pat on their back.Â
Levi didnât want to press the matter too much, letting her come and talk things out at her own pace. Her brows drew together as she felt the pain pulsing again, her hand reaching backward to softly caress the mark on her neck. âThis hurts horrendously,â she admitted through clenched teeth, âI put numbing cream and-âÂ
âDonât put anything on it,â Levi quickly interrupted. âYour body may react more because it feels that you may be trying to reject it.âÂ
Her eyes opened, locked into his, the frown still present. âWas biting me this hard so absolutely necessary?âÂ
âIf I had any power over my actions during a rut, do you think we would be in this situation? Where there is a high chance, I got you knocked up?âÂ
Leviâs words pierced the night like a cannonball does from the top of the walls to a titanâs neck; she looked at him uneasy and confused. Nobody dared to even whisper; not even the sound of a mouse was perceived. Her expression of anger softly switched, as she averted his gaze looking in another direction. Maybe she preferred not to think about it, but Levi has always been a man that faced reality as it was given to him.Â
âMaybe...â she started to suggest, breathing deeply. âMaybe it didnât take,âÂ
Levi slightly contorted uneasily, taking a subtle deep breath to steady himself. âWhat?â her ignorance in certain dynamics was something he had to constantly remind himself. He knew she didnât do it with harm, âI just came out of a two-week rut, my body has more hormones at the moment than a fifteen-year-old brat... try not to say straight in my face that I didnât breed you properly because youâre only triggering another round on me.âÂ
âIâm just saying that I know that some low-breed omegas canât get pregnant by high-breeds that easily. â She insisted, giving it a rational thought âMaybe the reason I didnât present is that Iâm closer to a beta than an omega by being low breed.âÂ
While her explanation seemed logical in her mind, Levi heard her with a deadpan expression. âDidnât you hear me? Two shitty weeks, no fuckinâ way youâre low-breed.âÂ
Perhaps that had been the consolation she had been running with the entire day, and the weight of the matter began to hang on her heavier than before, which didnât help Levi to feel less concerned and uneasy. Her attention lost somewhere, and for once, Levi wished he could be subtle and charismatic, perhaps to have something to say. The confession she had made a few minutes ago held in Leviâs mind longer than he liked to admit, and he tried to wrap himself around it to initiate his response, waiting first for a bit for her to add anything else.Â
âEhm-â he cleared his throat as he drew attention back to him, sat down around her small round table in the corner of her room, âmaybe we jumped a bunch of shitty steps in the dating process or whatever, but I donât mind trying to make it work if you want.âÂ
His right hand dubiously reached out thinking of creating physical contact for comfort. First reaching for her left thigh but reconsidering deeply, while pressing his lips together, he moved it upwards to her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. âAnd Iâll back you up in any decision you take about it if it turns out youâre knocked up.âÂ
Her drained voice, perhaps due to tiredness or fear, whispered, âReally?âÂ
âHuh?â Levi seemed slightly confused, âwell, we are already bonded, so at least we could give it a try...âÂ
âNo, I mean the other. You really donât mind anything?â her voice was barely above a whisper.Â
The washed-out memory of his own mother popped into his mind for a brief second before replying seriously and with no doubt on his face, "Well... I wonât be the one pregnant for nine months and neither the one who is going to be giving birth, so what I prefer doesnât really matter," Levi said unfazed. "And I know Iâm not a fucking sunshine, but Iâm not that shitty to get you knocked up and leave you to face it alone."Â
While nothing was written in stone, and the consequences of it were still too soon to be sure, there was a soft sense of tranquillity that washed over her. A soft smile cracked on her face. "Thank you," she murmured.Â
At the beginning, it felt conflicting going back as if nothing had happened. Drinking tea at his office while both worked on their respective paperwork, nobody wanted to press the matter further. Though Levi would hear whispering gossip between his own squad, the Captain tried his best to let her process what had happened and allow himself to do it.Â
Keeping the scouts under strict rules of not letting it escalate was easy; a death glance from Humanityâs strongest soldier was enough to make all the curious cadet and squad leaders keep themselves in line. Humanityâs strongest soldier, thatâs who Levi was. "Worth an entire army," whispers as the scouts pass by, the only one that people recognized enough for those "Wanted" posters while they were fighting the uprising a few months ago. The person people put their dreams and hopes in now that they were planning the retake of Wall Maria.Â
"MH..." hummed sounds echoed in her throat as her delighted eyes admired the pastries in the showcase. Levi has taken his squad to pick up groceries downtown, and she had insisted on going, breathing some fresh air and sending medical reports. "Iâm really craving something sweet," it was more of an inner monologue than something meant to be answered.Â
Though her eyes full of desire caught Levi's attention as he was waiting for the provisions given to him, analyzing it with second thoughts. But he wasnât the only one with curious eyes; the baker admired the scene behind the counter. The madam was an omega, and, while her years of fertility may have already passed, she had been involved in too many dynamics and had enough kids behind her to spot a freshly mated couple from a mile.Â
"Ah! The hazelnuts one, please!" Y/N had finally made up her mind on her little treat, pointing with her finger across the glass at the small cake. The old woman nodded in agreement. Another coworker was putting the big flour white bags on the rustic cart they had brought to take the provisions as Levi supervised both. When the baker was handling the smaller purchase, Y/N was about to handle her payment, but Levi was quick to offer the money first with the military coupons for the food provisions.Â
"Hey," she looked at him complaining but not completely mad. "Itâs mine; Iâm paying."Â
Levi clicked his tongue, "Donât be stupid," he insisted and grabbed the paper bag to hand to her. While he didnât reciprocate the soft pouting, she did at him, the shop owner simply took his food coupons and smiled as she regretted the money.Â
"Itâs on the house," she quickly added, and Y/N checked the inside of the bag, and there were also extra treats and cookies. Levi didnât seem convinced about it, but the old woman, with her white apron covering most of her dress and her hair out of the way, smiled interestedly and asked, "When is the due date?"Â
Older women and their audacity; colours quickly dropped from both, only to raise back harder as blood rushed to their cheeks.Â
"Ehm, itâs too soon yet," Levi quickly added, trying to smooth out the situation, shortly spitting out the answer.Â
The surprised gasp, and then "Oh, I thought... well, itâs hard to tell with all the layers during winter," she insisted. Y/N smiled awkwardly, as, after receiving the gift, she didnât want to just leave. "So, is it recent?"Â
Leviâs eyes did quick checks on the cart, praying it would get all the provisions faster so he could slip himself from this social situation, "Yeah," he groaned out.Â
"Weird... itâs not mating season," she commented, pointing out something that Levi had probably seen coming; he had to hold back a sigh.Â
"Yes, well, thank you very much," he replied faster as he noticed the cart was loaded, and he was more than ready to leave. Y/N thanked back too, gathering any left in her to give a sort of friendly grimace before walking away with him.Â
The uncomfortable silence as they walked across the rest of the shops, Leviâs squad taking care of different tasks, and some of them even shopping for themselves. "How?" she began to question unsure while adjusting her scarf that covered the mating mark.Â
"The scent," Levi quickly replied, already knowing where the conversation was going. "I come here very often; she probably noticed the change, and you smelling as a mated omega put two and two together."Â
Humming a mix between an understanding but confused reply, she wrapped herself better in her coat as the weather was still very harsh. "I still get confused about the aromas thing," the nurse confessed. "Sometimes it feels like teenagers get it better than me." There was a sort of defeat with shame in her tone.Â
"When youâre mated, you can say that you stink less. After all, thereâs no point in dragging attention any further," Levi explained. "Think of it as getting a cheap, shitty perfume; you still smell like you, but less intense."Â
Her attention was drawn to her left as he explained it out for her, both resting on the edge of the cart as they waited. Blaming the cold on her cheeks, softly blushing as she smiled at his understanding. After this, she was thankful that her trips to the downtown were very scarce because the rumor spread faster than any winter flu. Levi could barely walk down without getting congratulations, presents, cheerful words from older women and young mothers. Some gifted him wood for the baby, treats for his mate, the proud pats of older alphas telling him that "good for him, it was time already for getting a proper mate."Â
Even the Reeves sent him meat under the excuse that "pregnant women need more iron." His face always tried to hide the unpleasant social moments that came with this, but Hange insisted that he was not nailing at faking being happy about the public celebrations. 'Itâs too soon,' he would insist, but 'youâre a high breed and so is she, both young, everybody is sure it will take.'Â
"Perhaps itâs bad timing," Erwin commented, trying to hold back a mischievous smirk. "But Nile and Zackary send their congratulations." Levi dedicated his beast dead glance across the office as they were in a meeting. Hange didnât even try to hold back a loud laugh while Erwin tried his best not to chuckle in the captainâs face. "Donât look at me like that; I didnât tell them... they found out on their own."Â
Fingers doing pressure on the bridge of his wrinkled nose, "Fuck me," he cursed under his breath. Itâs not that he wasnât "sure"; it had been almost two months, and she hadnât come to him with any "news," which meant that any passing day was more of a confirmation than a negative. She seemed reluctant even to mention the topic, and since both seemed to be improving the quality time together, Levi didnât want to risk asking too much. But the uncertainty was starting to grow on him. It didnât help that her pheromones sometimes gave him clues when they were alone that she was interested in perhaps moving a bit further than just sharing teatime together. His scent quickly matched, giving away that he was more than willing to get tangled in bed once again, this time both consciously.Â
But... she never noticed, never made a move, and after what happened, he wanted her to take the lead. 'Itâs her body reacting,' he reminded himself, which was both arousing to know her deeper instincts wanted him, cute that she couldnât control it yet, and frustrating to know that it wasnât voluntary. He wasnât sure if it was because he had never been mated before, obviously, and being around his mate triggered it more. If he had gone so many years without it that after getting laid again, he started to crave it more. But he felt the necessity.Â
So, there she was, sat down on his desk, legs swinging as she ranted about how her day visiting her friends had been. Until the unsure clearing of her throat caught his attention again from paperwork. "I was... wondering if perhaps you could spare me a couple of clothes?"Â
That had definitely caught him off guard. "My friends from my nurseâs hostel, most of them are omegas, so they almost threw me a welcome party," Levi hummed understanding, wanting to know where this was going. "They mentioned that perhaps my insomnia may be due to... nesting? That my body feels uneasy, and perhaps having my mateâs scent would help? Sounds very stupid, I know-"Â
"Sure," he quickly agreed and blessed his well-known stoic face to hide his disappointment. His own mate preferred a bunch of scented clothes over being with him; his inner instincts were kicking in anger, almost throwing a tantrum in the floor of his mind like a spoiled brat. Being rejected by your bond is not something alphas took easily, and he had to clench his teeth holding back the imperious necessity to mark territory again. He was better than behaving like a wild animal, he knew but yet.Â
"Give me a minute to finish this report," he replied between clenched teeth.Â
"Expedition Wall Maria?" She asked, somehow trying to keep the conversation alive. He hummed positively. "How are the preparations going?" she insisted, pushing the topic further.Â
"Good."Â
Her lips pressed together; her eyes never left the back of his head as he curved over his desk to write endless reports. Then, "Youâre going to come back, right?" pierced the room, followed by "...youâre not leaving me to deal with this alone, right?"Â
The pen stopped moving as his fingers left it to rest after it had run out of ink, his back straightened up to look over to her as she remained seated on the edge of the desk, the desk where he had undressed her. Coral light filtering through the windowâs glass landing on her. The training was over only an hour ago, and he tried to advance paperwork before dinner. It was still early, and the bustling of the building hadnât ceased yet. Despite it all, Levi felt as if the silence was overwhelmingly loud.Â
The doubt in her eyes was almost tangible; therefore, he said the only thing that crossed his mind. "Iâll come back walking if I have to."Â
Fast short scoff as her cheeks raised in a tender smile, Levi was tempted to push the idea further. He took it as a confirmation somehow and wanted to know it all, at least what she knew so far. But before he knew it, she was descending from his desk, and the intentions of leaving the place were written all over her face.Â
"Let me finish this, and Iâll give you the shirts," Levi insisted, the disappointment on his face was hard to disguise until her hand grabbed his armrest for support, one leg then the other. It was so simple, but his legs tilted sideways, and he could feel how his blood dropped to pump downwards as she sat down on his lap. Instinctively tilting his leg outward, making space, parting legs.Â
The scent passing thought his nostrils, soaking in his brain, making him be aware of his fangs before he could notice. It wasnât like a heat, of course, not but inviting enough. Receiprocating almost immediately, on full will and not so much too, seeing how with each breath her cheeks blushed more and her eyes turned transparent. Ass on his knees, making him wish she had moved forward directly over his bulge, to feel the sweet pressure of her body over his dick. Â
"I donât think I want the shirts..." She murmured, somehow quickly breathless, as her right hand reached forward to cup his face, âIâve one and it doesnât smell like you,â her eyes turning transparent as the pheromones sank in, remembering the clothes he had borrowed her the morning after âYou smell divine,âÂ
His hands moved instinctively, quickly rubbing her sides lightly, cupping her hips before gripping and try to push her closer, âHow is this fucking fair?â he said hoarsely, trying to keep his voice level despite the fire raging through his veins âYou had my clothes and I was here, like a teenager trying to recall how your slippery cunt milked me dry,âÂ
The shock ways shivering down both of them, forcing a soft gasp out of her parted lips as Levi buried his face on the crook of her neck, feeling his mating mark. Recalling with pleasure it had been him who had claimed her, she was all his and nobody else. Shameless tongue running through the mark with closed eyes and scoff of aphrodisiac reassurance, he could feel the pheromones in her skin. Both bodies reacting to each other as if they were made for this. Her hand gripping his dark locks as her neck suffered the attack.Â
Softly rocking between his parted legs, she could feel the outline of his hardening cock almost painfully twitching against the white trousers of the uniform. Crumping upwards the skirt but a strong push of her hand against his chest got him resting on the deskâs chair. Dusted cheeks, sassy smirk, her neck glistering under the tangerine light of the afternoon, âI want to suck you, Captain,âÂ
He couldnât make his mind in which he liked more, the memory of her in-drunk state of pure heatâs submission, becoming a pliant hole for him to fuck rough or her assertive cock drunk self. But he couldnât mind it less as her hand palmed the front of his trousers before grasping his length to start to pump it through the fabric. She straddled Levi, hand on his shoulders before kissing him desperately, Levi kissed her back forcefully. Â
The early afternoon had turned excided as one of his hands gripped the back of her neck to kiss her deeply, hips gridding against each other. His hand kneeling her ass through the uniform dress with content. Head switching to the sides as he pried her mouth open, saliva dripping to the sides. The sound her lips parting echoed in the office, and he couldnât help but smirk at the view of her reddish pumped lips. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he imagined her on her knees, those full lips wrapped around him.Â
His hands tightened around her ass cheeks, before giving it a good smack that made her jump slightly in his lap. Loud gasp as he pulls her closer and he leaned towards her ear again âEager for it, huh?âÂ
âMhh-â Nodding enthusiastic while humming positively.Â
âGood girl,â Levi smirked, caressing her ass once more, squeezing it tightly before slapping it again. Burning sensation crossing though her body only to feel it tingling with the afterglow heating sensation of the hit, âOn your knees. Suck me dry, baby girl,â Â
Straighten up slightly on his seat as she pulled away to get on her knees to unbuckle his belt. Raising slightly to rip his trousers and boxes as down as they could go with the harness on. Uncomfortably staying on the middle of his thighs and Levi quickly concluded that whoever designed the military uniform didnât get laid frequently or, at least, they werenât thinking in getting fuck on their deskâs chair. Exposing his hardened cock fully, it stood erect and throbbing as the tip glistered with pre cum. On top of his balls, the base was slightly engorged as it prepared for the knotting at the correct time.Â
Half lidded eyes admiring as she hovered with her forearms on each side of his legs to softly, almost ghostly, run the tip of her tongue through his thick, pale shalf. The action alone, the teasing, made him want to thrust forward and leak precum thought the tip. Big eyes looking up to him through her eyelashes. Smirking playfully as she collected the dropping with her tongue, only to then roll down the foreskin, revealing the tip to wrap her lips around the darkened head and suck directly from the exposed slit.Â
His hands gripped the chenille of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into her mouth. Clenching his teeth as she kept teasing him, giving subtle little kitty licks to the sides, sucking directly from the tip without going down. Barely toughing him.Â
âFuck,â Levi cursed as he could feel the smirk on her lips, moving up again to the head. His hands gripped her head firmly, guiding her towards his aching member. "Suck me," he growled hoarsely, his voice filled with hunger and desire. Forcefully pushing her downwards this time, feeling the vibrations of her complain around his cock.Â
âThere you go,â Levi groaned. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily on it as she continued to stroke him firmly. Slender fingers ran up and down around her hair before make shifting a ponytail to keep the hairs out of her face, admiring the view better. Her reddish lips, struggling around his cock, watery eyes as she tried to take a bit more each time she went down, the hollowing of her cheeks, the velvety sensation of her tongue against the pulsating vein of his cock each time she bobbed upwards. Delicate hands gripping the side of his thighs for support as she began to bob her head with favour. Her hand continued to stroke him rhythmically, matching the pace of her mouth movements.Â
âFuck,â Levi's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she took him deep, her warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire length. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly as he began to thrust into her throat, fucking her face roughly. Â
"That's it, girly," he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. His mind kept reminding him he should have got his sooner, remind her who was his alpha and get it. Fucking her throat roughly, his hips bucked wildly, each powerful thrust pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands dropped to his legs, fingers digging into his thighs for balance, hearing her struggle to take him all in.Â
âMHH!â Her chocking sounds mixed with the whines as he kept forcing her head all the way down, the saliva dripping through her mouth corners. As she deep throated him, gagging, Levi's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head down harder against his member. His mind kept reminding him he should have gotten a mate sooner, priving himself from this was unhuman. To have an omega, to fuck her silly, to enjoy the tightest warmest cock-drunk cunt each time he wanted. Submissive pretty little thing, to mount and breed at least once per year.Â
âWhatâs the matter? Not used to the thick fat cock of an alpha?â the smirk on his face could almost be heard through the pants that left his lips, âDonât worry,â he mocked with faked condescending, âIâll teach you how to be a proper omega,âÂ
Half lidded eyes looking back at him as she sobbed while letting Levi use her mouth, droll dripping down her chin.Â
The feeling of her throat contracting around his length was unlike anything else he had ever experienced, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips bucked wildly, thrusting harder and faster, his balls slapping against her chin as she continued to suckle hungrily.Â
"That's it," he growled, his voice low and husky. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock. âThatâs my good girl,â he praised before finally pulling her head off with a loud pop. Quickly she crawled into his lap, straddling him.Â
His fingers unbuttoned the front of her uniform, yanked down the sleeves to a side so he could have direct access to her chest. His fingers traced the delicate curves of her breasts through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He leaned forward, capturing one of them between his lips, sucking greedily as his hand cupped her other breast, kneading it roughly.Â
âAhh- Levi!â her soft moans echoing in the room mixing with the tale-tell of his lips licking her bud. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing it before finally taking it into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily through the fabric. The inner part of her breast turning a dark shade as he sucked the valley of her chest. Meanwhile, Leviâs freehand moved to gather her skirt to her waist. Â
Levi's hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her skirt. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her again, suckling greedily on her nipple as he thrust his hips upwards, grinding their bodies together. His tongue continued to tease and suck on her nipple, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue against the sensitive bud and deep, forceful sucks that left marks on her skin. His hips rocked rhythmically beneath her, grinding their crotches together, seeking more contact. But it wasn't enough. He needed to feel her wetness, to know for certain how much she wanted him.Â
As soon as his fingers brushed against her entrance, she let out a soft cry, arching her back into his touch. Her hips bucked subtly against his hand, inviting him deeper inside her. And so, without any further hesitation and incapable of waiting any more, Levi pushed her underwear to a side and slid two fingers into her core, moaning softly at the slick warmth enveloping him.Â
"So fucking tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His thumb rubbed against her clit, circling it in a slow, deliberate motion. "You were made for this," then he insisted, âYou got it all fucking wrong, youâve always been made for this. To cramp down my fat knot,âÂ
Levi couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he heard Y/Nâs soft mewls, her body responding eagerly to his touch clinging to his fingers like a vice. "You like that?" he murmured; his voice thick with desire. "You want more? You want me to breed you again?" Â
"Mh," she moaned, arching her back further as his fingers delved deeper. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding herself steady as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Fuck yes..."Â
Hair falling backwards as she arched over him, continuing to fuck herself on his fingers, Levi could feel the tension building within him. He wanted moreâneeded to be inside her, feeling her tight heat surround him completely. But there was something else driving him, tooâsomething primal and possessive that made him crave the act of mark her as his own, to make sure everyone knew she belonged to him.Â
âYes! Ah- Yes, Levi!â Y/N mewled pleasantly, milking the digits.Â
It was a strange feeling for him, this possessiveness over another personâbut at the same time, it felt right. Like something he had been missing all these years without even realizing it.Â
"Wanna get my knot again? Mh?" He chuckled darkly, almost coaxing a confession out of her. "I'll fucking remind you how I got you knocked up," he promised. Her body clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for more, and Levi didn't disappoint.Â
"Tell me," He growled, his voice low and husky. "Admit it, you want my knot inside you."Â
As if she had been waiting for this moment, Y/Nâs eyes locked with his, filled with a mix of lust and submission. "Yes... I need it... give it to me..."Â
"That's my girl," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Take every inch of me, just like your tight little cunt was made for this."Â
He pulled his fingers out of her, savouring the sound of her whimpering protest. His hand reached down between their bodies, grasping his own painfully hard cock, which was now leaking copious amounts of precum onto his stomach. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, lining up his head with her tight hole. Her hand gripped his shoulder and slowly sunk on it.Â
As Levi felt himself sliding into her tight heat, he groaned in pure bliss. Her walls squeezed around him, milking every inch of his length as she slowly lowered herself onto him. His fangs ached with the need to claim her again, but he resisted the urge for now.Â
âN-Ngh,â she mewled, âAh, so big,â. He had just put it in, and she could feel the head of his cock already prodding her cervix. The fullness and tug of her own body trying to fit him all in was aphrodisiacal, if it wasnât that they were already bonded, she would have promised to never fuck a beta again. Leviâs dick was so impossible thick, it didnât help that he pressed a hand on her belly to feel himself there. To feel himself filling her up to the brim as she wiggled her way down to be fully seated. Â
His hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her to ease up and down his cock as he fucked her roughly, their bodies slapping together noisily. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his fangs ache with the need to mark her again. She was riding him as her life depended on it, mouth hanging open, drooling as her eyes rolled backwards each time his cock plugged all the way in, hitting all the good spots.Â
"Fuck," Levi hissed, gasping softly as he admired with delight her well-fucked face. He could hear the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, see the glistening sweat on her skin as she moved against him.Â
"Fuckingâ Shit," he growled breathless, thrusting harder into her depths. "You like that? You love swallowing my cock?âÂ
âYES! Ah- yes!â shamelessly moaning as she sat down completely, gyrating her hips before going back to bounce.Â
Momentarily closing his eyes, pushing his head against the back of the seat as he felt his cock squeezed, sucking him in the best cunt he had ever had. âGod- Yes, keep going,â he urged. Levi could feel it all the base of his cock inflate, her slick dripping down his balls. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her ass cheeks apart for better access to her hole. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his voice interrupted for heavy inhales and satisfied groans.Â
âFu-fuck, enjoying that dick?â Levi growled satisfied; his voice weakened with desperation.Â
Positive mewls vibrated on her throat as he thrusted upwards hard enough to make her wince each time.Â
"You're mine," Levi growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Mine to claim and fuck whenever I want." His hips bucked harder, driving deeper into her tight channel, hitting all her good spots mercilessly.Â
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, creating a rhythmic beat that matched their shared heartbeats. Sweat dripped down both of them, mixing on their skin in a sticky mess. He could feel himself nearing climax, his balls tightening up as he prepared to release inside her.Â
"Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let go and let me fill you up again."Â
She let out everything shamelessly; mewls, whims, load moans of his name as she sank down one last time. Using his shoulder to leverage, gripping his uniform jacket with her fist, tugging him closer. Crying in pleasure as she came all over him. Levi gripped her hips harder, pounding upwards with everything he had, chasing his own release.Â
âNng- Ah-â she complained slightly as his swallowed base teased to finally pop inside. Levi gritted his teeth painfully as he kept gridding upwards, trying to finally put his knot.Â
Levi couldn't hold back any longer, reaching forward and biting her harshly over his claiming mark once more. Painful gasp left her lips as she twitched over him. With one final powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel, groaning in pure ecstasy as his climax crashed over him once his knot pressed against her entrance and managed to slip in. His cock twitched violently, spurting hot seed deep within her womb, filling her up completely.Â
"Ah- yesss!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." He kept jerking himself against her, pumping in in vain, unable to pull out, as he kept coming. He held onto her hips tightly, thrusting weakly against her even after he had finished, savouring the feel of being buried inside her. His heart pounded against his chest, and he could feel his breath hitching in his throat as the aftermath washed over him.Â
Body slacked against the chair, collapsing on it. Hair sticking to each other's face as both panted heavily trying to catch their breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her head buried on the crook of his neck. Then she tilted lightly to the right as his hands softly caressed her face, pushing the sticky locks out of her features. She smiled softly with blushed cheeks and half lidded eyes in satisfaction. Leading forward, sharing a couple of sloppy kisses as they came down the peak. Â
The once warm light that came through the window had turned coldly as the night slightly slipped in. He felt exhausted yet satisfied, but an uncomfortable whine followed by a hiss left his lips as he felt her move. âDonâtâ he warned her, his hand gripping her hips to hold her in place. His knot still locking them together and his cock twitched in overstimulation.Â
Y/N groaned uncomfortable, âHow long does this take?âÂ
âThe more you move, the longer it will take,â He said, âHalf an hour at least,âÂ
âIâm hungry,â she complained.Â
âWell... that make two of us,â Levi replied.Â
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