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The bed dips, announcing Levi’s presence even before Eren can smell him. His nose is muddled these days, filled with Levi, Levi, Levi. Not that he minds it— this is where he chose to be after all, hiding under the covers of humanity’s strongest. And Levi’s on him again, sharp nose poking into his skin as he nibbles at Eren’s shoulder.
“Omega,” he greets, evenly breathing into Eren’s ear, scenting him with intention, the edge of his palm, the skin beneath his ear: all the places that ache the worst from the slew of hormones. Eren’s heart quickens at the title as he turns to greet Levi, letting the last bits of sleep roll off him like water. It’s the third day he’s woken him like this, with heavy breaths and squeezing fingers. Levi slides his palm along a bare thigh, the other hand combing through the tuft of hair at his cunt, grazing his clit lazily as if it were an accident. Eren shivers at the touch. There’s really nothing accidental about the next touch, the deliberate press of Levi’s thumb into his clit. Eren jolts, still mildly tender from the night before and suddenly hyper-aware of his need to visit the bathroom.
“Levi,” Eren questions, keeping his tone calm, his neck relaxed as Levi maps it with his tongue. He doesn’t want his alpha to think he’s rejecting him— not that it would make the outcome any different. “I think— I think I might need—“ something sharp shoots through Eren’s stomach, Levi’s fingers digging into his cunt with purpose. God, he wishes he’d never noticed the burn because now, it’s all he can think about— the growing pressure on his abdomen. It grows as Levi massages at his mound, smoothing the slick left over from last night along his puffy lips; they part with a wet shick. He bites back as whimper, squeezing tightly as Levi sinks a lone finger into him, down to the last knuckle. It wasn’t the arousal that had him coiling, as easy as it is to respond to Levi’s touches. He is fair in that way, most of the time. He at least has the decency to touch Eren before he shoves his cock in him. Still, Eren isn’t used to being bred this way, whenever, however, Levi wants him. Everything is sensitive and raw as he massages at his walls, making that awful pressure in his belly sting in discomfort. Eren whimpers quietly, his abdomen spasming with a muddled mix of desires.
Levi always curls his fingers with impeccable accuracy. It does something dangerous to Eren, now.
“What do you need, Eren?” Levi whispers into his ear, his voice thick and ragged as he drags his cock against Eren’s bare ass. Is he already hard? Panic begins to well in Eren’s chest. He needs to act soon, his brain firing through a confusing slush of signals. He rises, only by a hair, but it sends a vicious snarl ripping past Levi’s throat, enough to stop him in his tracks. If he didn’t need to relieve himself before, he truly, earnestly does now. “Where do you think you’re going, Eren?” Levi questions, his voice still even and sharp despite the possessive hand clamping down on his neck, Levi’s thumb right above the fresh, healing skin.
“I need to use the restroom— er, alpha,” he tacks on, eyes glued onto the white linen. He wouldn’t dare look Levi in the eye, especially right now. Levi presses his nose into his flushed skin, knows he’s telling the truth.
“Is that all that is? You can hold it, Eren, You’re capable of that at least, aren’t you?” Even an omega like you , sits unspoken. He says it without question and Eren’s throat locks, his body completely rigid because no, he cannot hold it, not with Levi’s progeny resting heavily on his bladder and Levi, himself, pressing yet another insistent finger inside him worsening the sweeping prickle creeping along his skin, his cunt. Tears begin to sting his eyes, but he refuses to cry. He will prove Levi right, prove himself a useful omega.
“Yes, sir,” he says wobbly and breathless as Levi scissors his hole. On any other day, it would feel nice— in fact, it still does. He likes when Levi stretches him open, takes his time with him, but it’s too much to handle right now with his sore cunt and flickering insides. He goes to squeeze his legs together, to relieve some of the ache, even if just a little, but Levi’s hands are strong, steady as they pump in and out, deeper with each pass.
“You know, your little cunt is so tight like this,” he rumbles, pressing his chest to Eren’s back, melding to his flush skin. “If I had known you’d get like this, I’d have taken you like this long ago.” He cock is heavy against Eren’s legs, weeping and promising.
Eren’s breath catches in his throat, trembling under each and every one of Levi’s touches; the heavy pants in his ear, Levi’s powerful thighs pressed up against his own, the subtle release of Levi’s pheromones dizzying him, clouding his thoughts. It’s not enough to distract him from the press and pull, the distinct pulse at his opening, his raw hole stretched and wet, finally, as Levi removes his fingers. It’s a needed reprieve, giving Eren just a little time to catch his breath, tighten his core, and hold it all inside.
“Eren?” Levi questions, smoothing his hand along Eren’s distended lower belly, almost soothingly.
“Yes, sir?” He breathes, hoping.
“If you piss in my bed, I’ll beat you,” Levi states coldly, slamming his cock deep inside Eren’s tight little cunt. Eren shrieks desperately, almost losing it all right then and there, tears finally beginning to spill onto the sweaty pillows beneath him.
He sinks his tiny fangs into his own lip, anything, anything, anything to stop himself from leaking onto Levi’s bed. His walls ache, his clit jumping as Levi forces his cock into him with little remorse. It feels like he’s pressed directly into Eren’s bladder, the pressure from before nothing like it is now, burning and hot. It hurts to breathe, to move as Levi’s thrusts into him-- long, steady pumps that bully into him. He brings the heel of his palm to his cunt, pressing down hard to stop himself from pissing all over himself. It’s humiliating, the desperate squirm of his hips. He burrows his face in the pillow, chest shuddering with effort. It barely does anything as Levi picks up his pace, holding onto Eren’s hip with an unrelenting grip, fingers digging into his clavicle.
Eren can’t do anything but wait, and steel himself as Levi pounds into him, hungry strokes that kiss his cervix each and every time, smearing slick along his ass, his cunt. He can feel everything, each nerve in his body screaming and firing as he fights against his own body. There’s an impulse, there, to clamp down on Levi’s cock, rock with his movements, and pleasure his alpha— and himself. This comes as a surprise, the warped hot desire that follows, sticking to him in spite of his predicament. His walls spasm with the desperate need to relieve himself, to let go. The errant and dangerous thought crosses his mind, that this so closely resembles the sensations of last night, cumming in Levi’s hands and letting his slick gush out. But it’s not slick, it’s something much more filthy.
As if things couldn’t get worse, he can feel Levi’s knot beginning to fill out with promise. Horror creeps up his spine, slow and dreadful, the realization that he can’t take his knot and hold it all in at the same time becoming increasingly more apparent. He just isn’t strong enough.
“No, no, no,” he moans quietly to himself, pressing now, with both hands against his cunt, his clit stinging and begging to be touched in spite of it all. He can’t. “Levi,” he gasps, thighs shaking uncontrollably at each pass of his growing knot. “I can’t do it. I can’t hold it anymore,” he begins to hiccup, chewing on his words as Levi picks up his pace. Something like fire travels across his skin so brazenly familiar, his body naturally locking onto Levi’s cock. “Levi,” he keens, desperation licking at the seams of his core.
“Then you know what’ll happen, Eren,” Levi grunts, yanking on Eren’s bicep as he struggles half-heartedly. He wouldn’t even be able to make it to the bathroom at this point anyway, he can’t bear to walk. The sinking feeling that he’s going to piss himself right here in Levi’s bed almost drowns him completely. “You really are useless,” Levi continues, between short curses and low grunts. “Gonna piss yourself? With my knot in you? ”
But Eren can’t respond.
A hot, wet pulse runs through him, spilling into his fingers and soaking his palm; the telling gush and spray of a forceful orgasm rocking through his system as Levi squeezes his knot into Eren. He whimpers, loud and high, cunt convulsing with each violent spray shooting through his mess of slick and spend and coating his thighs. It doesn’t stop once it starts, several heart beat long pulses covering them both, dripping across Eren’s flush skin, his taint and Levi’s thigh.
Levi goes rigid behind him, balls pressed right up against his entrance, a tell-tale snarl forced through his jaws as he bites into Eren’s flesh hard enough to break skin. Eren hardly makes a sound, shuddering with shame as the stream begins to die into a faint trickle. His hands still dig into his cunt, as if he can stop the inevitable or reverse the mind-numbing after shocks that still shake through his system. The only thing keeping him, now, is fear of what is to come. He can’t even enjoy the feeling of Levi still pumping into him, wet and full, a hard chest heaving up against him back.
“Disgusting,” Levi grits as if he never even needed to catch his breath, perfectly composed and still locked inside of Eren. He slips out at the slightest give, and Eren’s heart aches, still frozen in place on his side. Fear is a shaky, unrelenting thing, drowning out the shame. He has to say something, he would do anything to protect his stomach, limbs twitching to life at just the thought of Levi’s baby still just the size of a fist in his womb. He curls around his belly protectively, anticipating the worst.
“Clean this shit up,” Levi barks, cutting off the myriad of thoughts running through Eren’s thoughts. He stretches wide and open, already towling himself off with the dry portion of his sheet. “Now.”
Eren’s up in an instant, yanking the sopping sheets off the mattress in record speeds, moving on instinct and weak, drying legs. There’s a silence that permeates, makes his shoulders raise and suspicions fly until he notes the distinct scent from Levi, so subtle, he wouldn’t catch it at all if he hadn’t memorized Levi like the back of his hand. Was it pride? Something akin to it, and the particular lack of anger or resentment he expected to hang between them. There was, of course, the significant lack of fists, the terrifyingly cold gaze, or Levi’s set jaw. No, he seemed relaxed and sated and completely content watching Eren shuck the sheets into their wash basket, still bare cock hanging in the air and half-hard. Amidst Eren’s jumbled thoughts, there’s one thing he can’t shake as he sets off to do the laundry, still avoiding Levi’s gaze:
Did he enjoy it?