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“Should we get food now they’re finished?”
Voice barely audible through the thrum of bodies around them, Eren thinks over the suggestion before shrugging indifferently at Mikasa’s question. “Yeah, sure, I dunno who the next band is—”
“No, stay, I think you’ll like them,” Armin says above the chatter of the crowd, pointing at the well-dressed host walking back on stage. Unlike the last few times, barely anyone leaves the crowd, all eagerly awaiting the next performers. His fellow omega bumps against his shoulder, leaning in close enough to reason to the two siblings, “Besides, there’s no guarantee we’d get the front row if we left now!”
That’s true. Between the bustling, amped up throng of bodies, leaving now relinquishes the best spots in the whole damn festival! Speakers mere feet away, the bass rattles through his ribs like an unstoppable earthquake, vibrations pleasantly thrilling. Eren’s not willing to abandon such prime positions so easily, regardless of who is playing.
He tunes out the host’s boring drivel, leaning over the railing to peer at the shadowed edges of the stage. He can see three figures hidden from the spotlights, awaiting their band name to be called to reveal themselves.
“They’re like, uhhh, that one group you always talk about, with the super iconic guitar solo, remember? And the lead guy had long hair?” Armin yells beside Eren so he can be heard over the litany of screaming fans getting worked up over the next band. “But they’re more known for their vocals. I don’t—”
“Please welcome… No Name!”
Whatever his friend says afterwards is immediately drowned out by a thunderous chorus of uncontainable shouts and exuberant hollering as the trio enter from stage right, the grinning brunette waving a hand overhead. Not the most outgoing attire; they look ready to walk down the red carpet more than anything else. Though, what catches Eren’s attention is the plain bandages wound tightly around their eyes. How the fuck do they even see with that shit in the way? He half expects the seemingly blind band to trip when moving to their positions, but they expertly navigate the light-bathed stage, the tall blonde settling with ease behind the drums at the back, sticks spinning between his fingers.
Right before the black-haired man can reach the microphone, the guitarist snatches it away to shout, “Are you all ready to get fucking PUMPED?” Despite not knowing a single thing about this supposedly impressive group, Eren hollers alongside the thousands of eager listeners, watching with amusement as who he assumes is the lead singer stares at their band member addressing the eager crowd, jaw tight. Even with the bandages in the way, Eren can tell the man is glaring, judging based on his body language. The other ignores his sour attitude in favour of laughing, “Awesome! Boy, do we have some right bangers for you lot, might even let you in on some secret unreleased songs too, but only if you make enough NOISE!”
Whoever they are, they really know how to work a crowd as excited and fucked up as this one. Even Mikasa shouts and joins in, narrowly avoiding beer being spilt on her from the drunken duo to their right.
Before they can continue, the raven-haired singer retakes the microphone with a barely audible growl, pulling a laugh from the guitarist and the bemused audience. “Enough drivel,” he says in a startlingly attractive tone, deep and resonant, mic cradled in his hands. “Let’s get this fucking show started already.”
“You’ll see what I mean,” Armin promises, smile beaming when Eren looks at his friend.
Without pause, a rich, rough pluck of copper strings draws their attention, lights dimming to backlight the band. Hair tied back, the guitarist plucks at the electric guitar rhythmically, fingers nimbly shifting along the neck to change cords. From the back, hands clap in time with the beat, encouraging the audience to copy the drummer until the low pitched lyrics finally kick in.
It’s not the words that capture his attention.
Not even the man’s apparent alpha scent seeping from the colourful spotlight-illuminated stage ensnares the omega—although, it is appealing.
The deep, rumbling tone to his rough voice has Eren pausing in his typical swaying, standing frozen amongst the vibrating crowd to regard the singer with awe as he sings about heading to the top, proving it, a dark promise without compromise, a dangerous threat underlying his words. It immediately enraptures Eren with amazement, grip vice-like as he claps along with every bassy thump of the drums.
And, okay, fuck, he should not be affected by this stranger rolling around the words ‘baby girl’ but his ears immediately tinge red, breath caught in his throat.
The catchy song is far too easy to get lost in, leaving Eren bouncing to the beat. Briefly knocking himself out of his stupor, Eren retrieves his phone and searches the band—No Name. How hadn’t he heard this addictive sound before?
Out of the dozen or so producers he’s unfamiliar with at the festival, this one takes the cake for how quickly they attract him—hook, line, and sinker. He knows what he’ll be listening to on repeat for the next week…
The crowd fades from view, distracted by heavy lyrics with a booming, powerful voice belting each crude word from finely shaped lips, building up until the man brings the drop with a single, sensuous word.
He doesn’t fuck up a single note, perfectly remembering each song without missing a beat. Even the transitions from one to the next is flawless, barely even pausing in the middle aside from taking a drink from his water bottle. Though, when the singer—’L’ his phone had informed him—moves towards his side of the stage to briefly interact with the crowd, he fumbles a line before quickly recomposing himself, whatever that was.
It doesn’t occur again, but L doesn’t even break a sweat the entire performance, belting out each song without further fault.
It’s enrapturing.
Every time he moves closer to their side, Eren leans against the railing, breathing as much of the alpha’s addictive aroma as possible because damn, if his lyrics weren’t the thing making him wet, his smell alone would.
With their closing song’s arrival, H flicks at a silver dial on their red V guitar, giving it a more filtered sound that immediately draws their attention, drums kicking off after a few bars to build tempo. Eren’s gaze, however, drifts towards L as the raven-haired man wanders the stage, avoiding the lights until the cymbals die down.
A single spotlight shines upon the sighing singer crouched on the edge of the black stage, mere feet away from Eren. If he strained, he could touch the man’s pale blue sleeve before security dragged his ass away.
But then, oh fuck, he finally starts singing and, shit, the roughness that edges his tone, commanding the crowd as he dips into a coarse, sexy tone. A dirty bass accompanies his deep, sensual words, enticing him to ‘have some fun’. Armin bumps up against his side playfully, grinning at his friend while the singer performs right in front of them.
For some strange reason… despite the bandages covering his eyes, Eren feels the weight of the man’s stare boring into him. He has to be, with the angle of his head and how he positions himself… it’s so directed. Unless it’s aimed at Mikasa or Armin on either side of him. But his instinct insists he’s the focus. The omega preens, careless of his flushed cheeks.
L is right there.
A gorgeous alpha, so close, serenading him…
His instinct preens in response, eager for the alpha’s attention, bathing in it.
“I think you know what I mean,” he sings, words rolling like a purr, deep with satisfaction.
Nope, definitely not going to start fucking slicking from this guy’s seductive voice, no way.
…But it’s inevitable at this point, whimpers sitting upon his heavy tongue.
L withdraws, moving towards centre stage, granting Eren time to relearn how to fucking breathe and to ensure neither of his friends can smell the telltale sweetness emanating from him. He’d be fucking mortified. Thankfully, the abundance of pheromones surrounding them covers his incriminating scent.
The song wraps up after a powerful, sexual chorus that has the girls behind him howling and bouncing to each slam of M’s drumsticks, matching words belted with unrivalled strength. And damn, he was not prepared for those final words, a demanding tone simmering beneath it.
He swears the alpha is looking right at him.
When the host announces farewell to the band that had so easily snatched Eren’s interest, he’s left bewildered, blinking as the band is ushered towards the left.
L turns his head towards the cheering audience as he leaves, no smile, only a bland neutral expression.
The hairs on the back of Eren’s neck stand up.
He’s watching him.
“Okay, now food,” Mikasa says with a breathy laugh as she hooks an arm around Eren’s. The omega is quick to grab hold of Armin before the blond can get left behind, hauling him past a few escaping festival-goers.
“Ah, wait, Mikasa,” he shouts. Only when she turns her head to show she’s listening does he come to a halt. “I’ll meet you there after I go to the toilet, yeah?” He repeats the message to Armin, making sure his two friends have a secure hold of each other before taking a step back. “See you soon!”
“Be quick!” Armin says, soon disappearing from view.
With a wave overhead, Eren bounces backwards, almost tripping in the process and apologising to the short girl he bumps into. The alpha beside her bares her fangs, but Eren shrinks under the brunette’s intimidating aura, placating and avoiding her blatant attempt at starting a fight.
Gently excusing himself, he slips between the bustling crowd towards the sign directing him to the toilets. It’s on the complete opposite side from the food stalls, unfortunately. Though, what’s even worse is that, when he gets there, he’s met by a line of at least ten people milling about in front of every individual toilet cubicle.
And it’s taking forever for them to move a single spot.
Eren elects to stand behind a taller looking beta and pulls out his phone to send a quick text to his friends so they don’t worry about him running late thanks to the long line. Maybe he should’ve waited before drinking that giant Slurpee earlier, but he was thirsty dammit!
No sooner has he sent the message does a tight grip land on his bicep, yanking Eren aside and out of line.
“The fuck—?” A scowl etches into his face as fierce lips curl upwards into a snarl, head whipping around to glare at the offending person dragging him away.
Narrow grey eyes swallow him up.
Immediately, his initial anger dissipates like fallen snow when the dreaded sun rises, icy rage melting into small rivers.
And no matter how much he tries to tear his gaze away, he can’t, fucking hell!
Eren’s frown returns, though this time less sharp, scanning across the man’s sharp face as he’s blindly led through the crowd. Where to? Who is this guy?
The black-haired man doesn’t even watch where he’s going, only focused on the omega, stare intense and unwavering. Between all the different festival-goers caging them in, Eren can’t quite pick up his scent to figure out what he is or what he even smells like. All he can do is strain to get closer, sniffing without subtlety, and rest a hand on the man’s sleeve-covered forearm.
He’s pulled from his thoughts as the stranger says, “Give me your name.”
“Eren,” he answers without question. Wait, that’s not what he should say! Eren rears his head backwards. “Who the fuck are you?” Trying once more, he’s unsurprised but certainly not calmed by the realisation that he physically can’t take his eyes off this stranger. It’s not even the fact that he’s attractive—oh fuck yes, he’s attractive, in that scary, ‘I could murder you but you’d love it,’ kind of way—but Eren cannot look away from him. His instinct sings with joy, eager to latch onto this man, whoever he may be, it doesn’t matter, it just does not want to lose him. All that matters is do not let go, do not look away. With a weak laugh, the omega asks, “Is this some kind of freaky hypnotism shit? Jungle Book and all?”
The thud of a door closing cuts off the persistent thrum of a boisterous crowd, sealing them in a noisily air-conditioned room. Eren can’t even observe their surroundings properly aside from registering that they’re passing through some kind of metal and fabric backroom, storage supplies lazily concealed.
“You don’t know?” the man questions, his brow drawing together. Eren stares blankly, breathing through his nose. This time, he catches the other’s alpha musk, heady and holy shit, it’s strong. He’s not in rut, it doesn’t have the same intense spice to it, but fuck, it makes his head spin, a whine sitting in his throat. Something so familiar yet brand new, awakening something inside him, ravenous and desperate to be satiated. The raven-haired stranger sighs and says, “I knew you were mine the moment I locked eyes with you. You feel it too, right?”
Is that what this is? Some kind of… connection? Soulmates? He briefly remembers Armin talking about this strange phenomenon, claiming it to be True Mates, but there’s… there’s no way this could be it.
Besides, he doesn’t remember locking eyes with someone today who looked like this guy. Unless they had a pair of sunglasses, of course. But, even then, he doesn’t…
Wait.
They’re backstage.
This scent, so intoxicating and alluring, oh fuck, he’s—
“Was that you?” Eren breathes, eyes wide. The man hums at him, brows quirking slightly, awaiting elaboration. “On stage. Were you—You were singing to me, right? It felt like you were… looking at me.”
“Can you look away from me right now?” he asks. Is this some… roundabout way of answering? Eren attempts once more, but he’s met by invisible resistance, throat tightening. Don’t look away, can’t look away, don’t lose him— “Mhm, neither could I when I was up there. How could I look away from the most gorgeous omega meant for me?”
A pulse of warmth surges through his face, skin flushing at the flattering admission. The more he inhales the singer’s intoxicating aroma, the harder it becomes to think clearly, to consider anything outside of this little bubble they’ve created surrounding just the two of them. Gazes still locked, Eren allows himself to be led through hallways that fans could only dream of going through. At any other time, he would be thrilled by the chance to possibly meet artists he’s only been able to hear singing or performing through speakers, but right now, the only thing he cares about is the alpha before him— his alpha, his instinct insists. Gonna be his mate—
The man visibly sniffs, blinking languidly as they enter a dimly lit room, leaning forward. “Did you just finish your heat?” he questions seemingly out of the blue. Eren gapes, eyebrows drawing together. “Or are you going into it?”
“What?”
The omega continues holding his gunmetal grey gaze, only to be met with yet another sigh. A hand waves far too close to his face, startling a surprised flinch from Eren as he twitches, finally taking in his surroundings. They’re in some kind of green room for the artists to relax and have privacy in, away from the buzz of the insatiable festival outside—the repurposed park grounds flooded with raving fans, intoxicated drunks, and drugged up partygoers.
However, it’s just them here, alone. Red fabric couches remain empty, bar fridge untouched, TV off.
A shiver races along his spine. Alone with an alpha he has some kind of connection with.
But what was that about his heat? Huh? Is his scent—
With a quick sniff, Eren can barely catch the dreaded aroma of his heat slowly permeating the air, spreading its alluring smell, honeyed sweetness. He’s going into heat? Now? “What? But, no, my heat wasn’t that long ago, I shouldn’t…” Unless something triggered it. Wait, he’s not looking at him! Head snapping upright, gleaming emerald eyes widen as he realises he managed to break eye contact. “What? I couldn’t—How did you…?”
“I blocked your vision,” the man answers, still guiding Eren until the younger’s thighs hit the arm of the couch. His alpha boxes him in, hands resting on either side of his jean-clad thighs. “It’s some old instinct thing to ensure we recognise one another as mates, but I think we get the picture.”
“So it’s real?” Eren breathes, looking his alpha over with admiration and intrigue. How lucky is he to have scored someone as handsome as L? Successful, seductive, stunning. A wave of searing warmth courses through his veins, bubbling up the longer he stands here breathing in the other’s addictive scent, the all-too-familiar sensation of heat crawling beneath his skin. Eren shudders, rolling his shoulders as he releases a heavy breath. “Fuck, I really am going into—But… does it trigger heats or do—”
His alpha steps forward, closing the already minimal distance between them. Quickly cutting himself off, Eren automatically tips his head back the instant he senses the man’s warm body inching closer, the shrill panic of his throat being bared muted by the comforting blanket of hormones and instinct. He barely spots the dark look in the other’s gaze as he leans in, urging Eren to sit on the armrest as he stands between his legs, pushing his knees further apart. Shit, is he going to bite him? Just like that? And why doesn’t he see that as a bad thing? Being mated to someone of such a high profile, his other half, they’re meant to be.
But… there’s one thing bugging him.
Fingers digging into the intense alpha’s surprisingly muscular shoulder, Eren blurts out, “Wait, wait, I—”
L comes to a halt, allowing Eren a moment of respite, attempting to clear his head and failing as it’s clouded once more with thick, cloying alpha musk. Fuck, just… It’s one little thing, quick, ask it before it’s too late, before he can’t even think—
“Can I know your name?” The man’s eyes widen slightly, a miniscule reaction. “Other than just ‘L’. Please?”
He doesn’t respond immediately, leaning in, nose brushing the side of the omega’s throat as a grounding hand rests at the top of his thigh, squeezing. Shivers dart down Eren’s spine, hair standing on end as a whimper spills from his lips, eyes scrunching shut. He half expects to just be bitten right then and there, without any kind of warming up, no preparation, no foreplay—
Eren wouldn’t even complain, it’s what his body is screaming for, to be taken and mated brutally and without remorse. But he at least wants to know who his alpha is.
“Please, I’m—I wanna know your name, my True Mate’s name, I can’t—”
“Levi,” his alpha answers, voice low like when he sang that last seductive song. It reverberates through every single cell within Eren’s body, sizzling and sparking. “But you can call me ‘Alpha’.”
“Alpha—” Eren chokes out, head spinning. Oh fuck.
Immediately, he’s met by a pleased hum as a warm mouth settles upon his neck, barely pressing down on the sensitive bump beneath which his scent gland lies. By now, the rational fear of a stranger alpha being so close to a ‘sacred’ area has long since been silenced. Instead, a heavy, persistent thrum of longing simmers beneath his skin, urged onwards by his sudden onset heat, thanks to meeting his True Mate—fuck, this guy is his fated alpha? A famous singer who just so happened to meet his gaze. No one’s going to fucking believe him, not without evidence.
Not without a bite mark.
Eren drapes an arm around Levi’s shoulder, the other tracing along the man’s forearm as a breathy noise spills forth, encouraging another drag of daring lips against his throat.
“Lemme take care of your heat, Omega.”
Without hesitation, Eren nods, hand snaking between them to take hold of Levi’s shirt, only for a firm palm to settle in the middle of his chest and push.
With an embarrassing yelp of surprise, he lands on his back on the couch, blinking owlishly at the man standing overhead. Without bandages in the way and his jacket off, no one would’ve guessed this intense man would be the singer of No Name. Undoubtedly, they’d imagine some kind of… popular pretty boy, not narrow slate eyes so sharp they could cut through metal. And judging from the crowd he’d experienced, they aren’t just a one time little band, no, they’re big. Not to mention the sheer amount of news coverage he saw when he looked them up on his phone…
Fuck, he’s so lucky. No way are the others going to believe this.
Knee on the armrest, Levi grabs onto the back couch cushions and waves his other hand to shoo the omega upwards, making room. However, before he can sit up properly, his alpha takes hold of his jean-clad calf, pushing it aside far enough that he can slide down and settle between Eren’s legs, grip inching upwards along twitching thighs and over his hips. Each movement threatens to ignite an untameable fire, breath hitching and eyes fluttering, threatening to close completely. Fingertips sneak beneath the edge of his shirt, spreading out across tan skin as he appreciates the gorgeous form hidden beneath him.
Another shudder spreads across Eren’s body as a dribble of salacious slick seeps from between his spread legs, soaking into his underwear. He can’t even close them to hide the scent. There’s no way Levi doesn’t pick up on his arousal, triggered so easily by the man’s simple actions. Needy hands grasp at the man’s clothes, only for firm fingers to latch onto his wrists, yanking upwards.
Arms pinned overhead, Eren stares openly at his alpha looming above.
Logically thinking, he’s trapped by some strange alpha he’s never met before, about to go into heat, with no one around and a crowd outside so loud that it’s highly unlikely anyone would hear him if he were to yell.
He’s going to be fucked silly, he can tell, if the heady, musky scent of carnal interest is anything to judge by.
And it only serves to further excite him.
Levi opens his mouth, only for Eren to hook a leg behind him and grind their hips together deliciously, eliciting a breathy huff from the omega as he throws his head back. Thick eyelashes lower, thighs flexing just to feel the appealing weight resting between them. His alpha doesn’t hesitate to return the rolling motion, a daunting hardness pressing against his flesh. Yeah, that is what Eren wants, what he needs.
Another droplet of wetness spills from his clenching hole. Shit, his underwear is gonna be fucking ruined before he can even get them off.
“Look at me.”
Eren’s eyes fly open, staring at the silhouetted man overhead as he exhales shakily. The unrelenting grip on his arms shifts until both of his wrists are held within one firm hand, pinched tight and held securely without any give. Shit, he’s fucking strong, it’s so unbelievably unfair how hot this is. To be held down so easily… Fuck. Eren tracks the other’s movement, explorative fingers trailing along his collarbone and down over ribs, briefly brushing across the bump of a pert nipple and eliciting a hitch of breath. Levi’s gaze sharpens, silver like a steel blade, pupils as dark as the midnight sea.
“No one is going to interrupt us in here,” he explains—reassures?—as his hand slithers underneath Eren’s shirt, lifting it up while the omega squirms. Eren’s met with an electrifying roll of hips against his ass, tipping his face to the ceiling and muffling a whimper by biting his lips. There’s barely any pressure against where he’s already throbbing, but it’s enough to pull another hushed moan from Eren’s mouth before he swallows the embarrassing noise, thighs twitching. Heat passes over his cheek as Levi says, “It’s for my band only. I already told the others to stay out.”
“You planned to drag me back here?” he breathes, unable to hide the way he trembles and shakes from every spark that Levi’s unintentionally taunting hand drags forth as it snakes across his front. He’s on fucking fire in the most wonderful way possible.
Eren is answered by a low snort as his alpha pushes the fabric of Eren’s shirt beneath his armpits. Goosebumps spread across his exposed skin, shivers quickly following. “I wasn’t going to let you go, knowing you were my True Mate,” Levi admits. “If I had to, I would’ve jumped straight off that stage to grab you.”
Relentless fingers pinch at one of his nipples, eliciting a pitched whine from the omega, back arching from the couch, eyes drifting closed. He barely registers the hot air ghosting across his skin before lips land on the other side of his chest. Eren peers down, only to be met by a thin ring of silver surrounding endless pits of black, dilated with lust as his alpha scrapes teeth over his front. Cheeks flushing red, he feels himself automatically clenching around nothing, groaning at the hollow, empty sensation he’s grown so fucking tired of, dammit! Even during his heats, he at least had a small knotting toy, a beginner size he never upgraded. Every scrape of teeth, every teasing nip and torturous tug against his nipple pulls a sweet, flustered noise from Eren.
Toes curling, the omega manages to say, “Wait! Wait, ah—Alpha, wait, please, I haven’t—”
Levi pulls back, thankfully releasing his distracting grip on Eren long enough that he can breathe and think properly, breath shaky. Eren lies there, boneless, chest heaving as he wets his lips. When he doesn’t speak immediately, Levi says, “Talk.”
Keeping his gaze locked onto the ceiling, he stares at the nearest LED light until it’s seared into his vision. “Uhh, I haven’t… fucked anyone before?”
A brief moment of silence passes between them. Eren fidgets, rubbing his fingers together, hands remaining trapped against the couch above him.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” Levi questions.
Finally building up the courage to look at his alpha’s face, Eren finds a surprising amount of honesty in the other’s stare. The hint of spice fading into tender warmth, intentionally comforting. The hand resting on his ribs gently draws circular patterns along his flushed skin, rhythmic and soothing. “And what are you expecting me to do with this new information?”
Well… he hadn’t thought this far ahead. He either expected Levi to not care and continue doing what he pleased or for him to reject Eren entirely, claiming he isn’t prepared or ready yet, not enough ‘experience’ or whatever. But now the man is waiting for some signal to continue or to change directions. Is he… really fine with stopping if Eren asks?
How… considerate.
But there’s no fucking way Eren is going to deny the restless yearning already pouring into every single cell of his being, absolutely screaming to have Alpha finally filling him up the way he needs.
Grin spreading across his face, Eren says, “Blow my mind.”
He’s answered by a rough bite on the sensitive flesh of his chest, dragging a half-moan-half-yelp from the shuddering omega. Legs parted, he’s ever so grateful for the steady pressure against his aching cunt, granting relief, however small. Shamelessly, Eren grinds their hips together, pushing up from the couch and shoving his heel against Levi’s ass to pull him closer, only to hear a low rumble from his alpha as he uses gravity to pin him down, covering him with toned muscle hidden beneath fabric. Fuck, Eren was not expecting the sheer amount of muscle stashed under there.
When he glances down, he can already see the red marks forming on his chest. Angry bruises, deep and definitely noticeable. Fuck, he wants more, wants them everywhere until people know exactly who Eren submitted to; his alpha that completely ruined him. He arches with every touch, mind and heart racing, breath catching in his taut throat as Levi tightens his grip on his wrists, a reminder of who’s running this show.
No warning, the man overhead releases Eren in favour of grabbing onto his shirt and yanking upwards, tugging it off completely and whipping Eren’s hair into his face in the process. He pulls his arms out and immediately returns them to the couch above. When he next looks, Levi watches with an appreciative hum, dropping his newly acquired festival shirt to the floor on the left. Instinct preening, Eren tips his head back, picture-perfect submission, continuing to hold his alpha’s gaze. Come on, come on, give it to me…
“Lift your ass,” Levi instructs, fingers hooking into the omega’s taut waistband. Eren doesn’t hesitate to obey, though he struggles for a moment to kick his shoes free as Levi peels black jeans away from his legs, underwear coming along with it, revealing more tantalising skin.
Eren blinks, cheeks tinged pink at his sudden nakedness. He distracts himself by reaching down to yank his socks off—it feels weird if they’re the only thing he’s wearing!
Shit, he can’t fucking believe he’s here, doing this, lying naked in front of a stranger—a famous singer, nonetheless! Eren drapes an arm across his chest, staring at the back of the couch as he shifts to get more comfortable, a nervous laugh bubbling past bitten lips.
Levi, however, stares without shame, hands exploring tanned legs until they settle against the brunette’s thighs and push them apart, putting him on display. Gasping softly, Eren’s face flares a rich red colour. Slick seeps from his dripping pussy, sliding onto the couch. He snatches hold of Levi’s forearm, squeezing it, still avoiding his gaze. His alpha’s touches, while firm, hold a reassuring gentleness to them, twitching occasionally like he’s restraining himself.
A part of him dreads being taken like this, so sudden and with no warming up or preparation.
Though… shit, the display of power would be ridiculously hot.
With a quick shove at trembling legs, Levi pushes the omega further along the couch until his head bumps the armrest on the far end. Eren almost asks what the other is doing while picking himself up on an elbow when Levi lowers himself and hooks the omega’s shivering thighs over his shoulders.
He stares, shining ocean eyes with blown pupils, ears burning.
The sight of such a gorgeous alpha lying between his legs has a lewd whimper slipping forth as another droplet of sweetly scented arousal slides from his throbbing hole. Eren immediately glances away, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. It does nothing to hide the pathetic little noises escaping into the heady air as teeth nip along his thighs, so overwhelming and perfect, growing nearer to his aching pleasure.
He doesn’t expect the sudden smack against his already trembling pussy.
A startled yelp slips past his lips, immediately locking onto the steely stare that seems to spear through his entire existence. A shudder races across his skin and ooh fuck why is that so hot? Any time Jean or Connie would give him a friendly slap on the back, Eren would be half tempted to do the same to their faces. But, shit, right now? All he wants is to spread his legs impossibly wider, show Levi what he has to offer if he wants it, if he’ll have him, use him, take him, fuck, mate, breed—
Seeing right through him, Levi shoves a toned shoulder against his twitching thigh and keeps it forced apart as his elbow does the same to the other. Even if Eren wanted to, there’s no way he can close his legs now, even if he squirms; his alpha grasps him at such an angle that he can’t slip free of his tight hold.
“Oh?” The faint amused tone in Levi’s voice has shivers slinking their way across his sweat-coated skin. He speaks almost mockingly but in a way that feels just so fond. “I was merely testing, but I should’ve known my perfect match would be into all the same things I am.”
Shit, is that true? If they’re supposedly fated, then they should fit together without any issues—in more ways than one. Eren shudders at the notion, wondering what exactly his alpha is like offstage, when there aren’t hundreds of cameras in his face, how well he’d treat his mate…
…how good he’d fuck him.
While Eren is half-prepared for the second slap delivered to his throbbing cunt, his readiness doesn’t make it any easier to bear, a low moan spilling from parted lips as he clenches around nothing, unbearably empty. He can’t wait to have something in him, but, shit, he’s not gonna complain. Especially not when the third and fourth hit of Levi’s open palm pulls even more whorish groans from his swollen lips, hand useless at smothering his wanton desire.
Eyes slipping shut, Eren revels in every surprise strike of lightning that zaps along his spine, head tipping back. Not knowing when only makes it all the more startling, even better. Chest heaving, the omega gives up attempting to silence himself. His pussy continues leaking, unable to cease the dribbling fluids staining his inner thigh and ass, slick and potent with its saccharine scent. Between the heady scent of perfection, the overwhelming pleasure bordering on pain, and the complete overstimulation of being thrown in the deep without a lifeline, he feels drunk—at least, judging from his limited experience sneaking alcohol with his friends.
Eren jumps as soft warmth laves across his pulsing, abused cunt, wet and hot. His legs jerk, one knee rising higher until Levi drags it back down, nails digging into his skin as he laps up the addictive slick leaking from his aching hole which desperately clenches around nothing. His alpha mouths across every possible inch he can reach, sighing while his tongue laps up Eren’s trail of slick. Words muffled, Eren swears he hears Levi mutter something about him being ‘delicious’.
A hum vibrates right down to his core, sparks shooting up his back. “Ahh—Ah, fuck…”
Another swipe of Levi’s torturously talented tongue passes across his pussy before his alpha bites his upper thigh, hands curving around Eren’s hips and digging in with enough force to strike zings of pain throughout his entire body. A startled squeal floods the air—definitely not a complaint. He’ll take whatever Levi has to give him, unable to hide how even the harsh treatment translates into an irreplaceable gift. It blurs together, pain and pleasure, bliss and insatiable lust, submission and control.
“I could eat you out all night, you’re so fucking wet,” his alpha mutters right before diving back in, lips sealing around his clit and forcing Eren’s head back, gasping from the wave of ecstasy threatening to sweep him away. He grabs hold of Levi’s sleek hair, clinging to it as his right hand digs into the couch cushion. Panting heavily, Eren whimpers, eyes scrunching closed as he fights the urge to grind up into Levi’s face, thirsty for more, harder, faster, deeper.
After a particularly harsh swipe of his tongue, Eren twitches again, unintentionally pulling on his hair.
A rumbling growl answers him.
Teeth. Holy shit, never in his life did Eren think that feeling teeth press against his most sensitive areas would be so fucking arousing.
What is wrong with him?
Nope, don’t answer, he already knows; a lot.
Hairs standing on end, he whimpers in response, fingers gentling to appease his alpha as he babbles, “Sorry, sorry, please, it’s—oh fuck—it’s a lot!”
Levi hums in response, flooding him with another pulse of ecstasy. Unable to hide his trembling, the best he can do is focus on his breaths and try to not yank on his alpha’s hair too harshly. Or…
A thrilling tremor tickles along his spine.
Eren tightens his grip a smidge. Immediately, he’s answered with a bone-rattling snarl that sets his nerves on fire, the persistent press of tongue and teeth all that more satisfying as he moans, legs flexing. No doubt, his body is releasing a flood of pleasant pheromones—heat, submission, desire, bliss. Throughout it all, Eren continues chasing his mounting pleasure, anything Levi will give, because he doesn’t doubt his alpha will speak out if he’s being too insatiable, put him in his place, show him where he belongs because, fuck, the thought alone makes his cunt pulse, slicking even more.
Should he be embarrassed? It’s so damn stupid how quickly he’s already teetering on the cliff of release after only a few minutes. Though, it’s not like he has a frame of reference to compare to. And how the fuck is he supposed to remain composed and restrained when he has an alpha as hot as Levi eating him out like a starving man? No way, not possible.
All it takes to push him over the edge is a single finger slipping inside his sopping pussy, curling as Levi sucks his clit between his teeth—and he’s gone.
Shout muffled by his twitching hand, Eren cums in shattering pulses, thighs bumping the sides of his alpha’s face as each individual fibre in his body ignites. He squirms in time with each flood of ecstasy, hips held in place by the palm spreading across his stomach, pinning him down as Levi tastes every ounce of pleasure leaking from his throbbing cunt. Wave after wave washes over him, heels digging into the man’s back.
And when his alpha doesn’t relent, continuing to swipe his tongue and lips across his buzzing clit until Eren’s shaking and can barely speak, he slaps the back couch cushions a few times, eyes drifting open and shut, indecisive. He whines louder. “Oh fuh—Alpha, Alpha, please, it’s—I can’t—Ah!”
Levi continues with his merciless ministrations, gaze not once leaving Eren’s face, drinking in his reactions the same as he swallows down his omega’s slick like a starved beast. The overwhelming throb of pleasure nearly chokes Eren completely, mind reeling.
Until his alpha is finally satisfied with the blissful torture.
A surprisingly gentle kiss lands upon Eren’s damp inner thigh as the raven-haired alpha sits up, kneeling between the brunette’s splayed legs. “I could get drunk on your slick,” he states, audibly swallowing. The omega shivers, peering at the debauched man. “And I usually have a high tolerance.”
Eren stares as he wipes his face clean with a tissue. Where the fuck did that come from?
However, his question never leaves his mouth, gaze drawn down to his alpha’s unzipped pants. He didn’t even notice when that had happened. All Eren can do is stare with heated cheeks at the obvious bulge beneath the fabric of Levi’s underwear. A wet patch clings to the far left side.
Fuck, he’s salivating.
When Levi leans forward, forearm resting upon the back of the couch, Eren sets a shaky hand upon his white button up. “Wait, wait…” Levi slows to a stop, gaze roaming over Eren’s face, searching. With a faint smile, Eren licks his lips. Purr underlying sultry words, he says, “That… was fucking incredible. And I want—I wanna do the same. For you.” Ever so slightly, a pair of thin, black eyebrows raise at his request. Well, that isn’t a no. Eren shifts, struggling to not shrink under the scrutinising stare. He just wants to pay him back! To see his alpha pleasured by his mouth, to service him. He’ll learn just how Levi likes it, do whichever method he prefers most, obediently observe and respond accordingly. Tone quiet, he begs, “Please, Alpha?”
While not the most expressive, Eren catches the faint shift in his alpha’s gaze as he takes in the request, contemplating. After a moment, Levi hums and sits back with a short nod of his head. “Go right ahead,” he concedes, “we’ve got all the time in the world.”
Well… he didn’t plan to get this far, in all honesty. Not that Eren was planning on being taken backstage by this sexy alpha and having the soul sucked out of his pussy—but he’s still very much far from complaining. So far, his only complaint is the couch not being super comfortable to lie on.
Eren swings his leg over his alpha’s lap and slides to the floor, shying away from curious eyes as he shuffles over to kneel before Levi. Once more, his eyes drift to the sizable lump before him, daunting in its size alone. And it’s not even out yet.
Fuck, he’s going to enjoy this way too much, isn’t he?
Going off the heat already simmering in his gut at the look Levi gives when he sets his knees legs on either side of the omega, covered dick visibly twitching with interest, yeah, he’s definitely going to enjoy this.
He takes his time, trying to get into the right mindset, slipping out of his metaphorical shell as painted nails glide along Levi’s slacks, thumb dragging along his alpha’s inner thigh. Eren notes the faint lift of his head, shoulders lowering. Relaxing. It’s more instinctual than learned, allowing himself to fall into a more omega-like mindset, eager to please and satisfy, following the urges his heat summons forth without room for argument. This time, it’s like second nature when he leans forward, following the route his hands took until hungry lips press against the appealing, promising length separated by a mere piece of fabric.
A breath, low but noticeably different.
Eren plans to get at least a few more noises out of this man before the night is over, he swears it!
Mouthing across the heated flesh, Eren makes the mistake of breathing through his nose, immediately flooding his head with the intoxicating scent of aroused alpha. Shit, it’s heavy, thick and musky. His cock twitches the next pass he makes, hand smoothing through the omega’s hair, pushing it back. Eren repeats the gratifying motion, inhaling long, slow breaths, getting lost in the thrumming haze of Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—
“Actually, shit.” He barely hears Levi above the rush of blood coursing through his head, staring past the fog clouding his vision. “I think you kick-started my rut.” Blinking a few times, Eren’s greeted by the sight of dilated pupils and parted lips. Huh? “Not that I’m surprised; how can I resist a pretty little thing like you, ripe for the taking?”
He’s in rut? Seriously? True Mates or whatever aside—they fucking synced up so quickly? That should take at least a year to accomplish, and yet they’ve done it already? Fuck… they must be super compatible.
The perfect match.
The thought alone drags a moan from his lips as he sucks at his alpha’s length through bothersome underwear, eliciting another breathy curse from above.
A steady palm pushes against his forehead, knocking him back. Whining, Eren turns his pouting glare upwards only to receive a sharp tch. “Stop that, I’m helping,” Levi mutters, lifting his hips enough to yank his waistband low.
Eren flinches when he’s whacked against the cheek by his alpha’s cock, rearing backwards with wide eyes.
Okay… Okay, look, he’s seen dicks before, the internet is a very large place, but… but fuck, it’s so much different in person, shit—
“You do realise the whole shy virgin act is only gonna make me harder, right?” Levi rasps.
“I’m—It’s not an act!” Eren argues, only to shrink beneath Levi’s imposing aura. He’s allowed to be surprised! Even with his limited—see: zero—experience with dicks, it’s easy to tell that Levi is definitely bigger than average. It’s, admittedly, rather daunting. Thinking about having this inside of him…
He shudders, ignoring the slide of slick seeping from his swollen pussy. Maybe no one will notice if he leaves a bit of a wet patch on the floor…
Or maybe they will. Maybe they’ll sniff it out and realise how much of a good little whore he’d been, getting on his knees for his alpha.
With slight hesitation, Eren leans closer and resumes the same motions as before. Lips dragging along the side of his shaft, Levi lets slip another slow breath, clipped at the end when a warm tongue presses against the tip’s underside.
Slipping once more into that heady fog of arousal and heat, Eren allows instinct to take over again, mouth falling open as he curls a few tentative fingers around the base, dragging the head of his alpha’s cock into the welcome heat he has to offer. Immediately, his alpha lets slip a muted moan, hips tilting for a better angle. His cock twitches, thick with blood and throbbing in his grasp. Eren’s barely focusing on the taste, too lost in the need to please and satisfy, mindful of his teeth aside from the inevitable occasional scrape—he’s too big to avoid it entirely. Lips sealing, he gives a tentative suck. Precum stains his tongue, eliciting another low hum from his throat while he laps it up eagerly.
He’s rewarded by a guiding hand settling in his hair, pushing the brown locks away until he looks up and meets Levi’s gunmetal gaze that has him in such a chokehold he can’t look away. While not like the first time, where he physically couldn’t break eye contact, this time, Eren doesn’t want to. The lazy desire sitting in his alpha’s stare promises pleasures unknown.
Beneath the thrum of an excited crowd buzzing in the background, a dark rumble rolls within Levi’s chest, a grating noise that makes him shiver and groan at the same time.
Swallowing, Eren takes in another inch just to hear his alpha sigh and release more of his luxurious aroma. Constant feedback, he needs more, he can take more, he will. He’ll get it all, he just has to try harder, needs more practice.
Every night, Eren will train himself until he can’t speak, until he’s taken Levi’s cock so many times his body has grown accustomed to his shape and size and only his.
His alpha leans into the couch, fingers twitching as his breath cuts off. The most telling sign, however, is the sudden flood of musky alpha clogging his nose, addictive like a drug and completely ensnaring his entire being. Eren sighs, leaning into the knees bracketing his sides.
“Just like that,” Levi rumbles, voice low with arousal, vibrating right through Eren’s core and pulling a low whine from around the heavy weight sitting in his mouth. Saliva dribbles down his chin. Another short huff spills from overhead. “Got the best cock-sucking lips, you do.”
He does?
Thick slick oozes down Eren’s thigh, unable to avoid the powerful, alluring scent of pure Alpha filling the air, thick and unavoidable, dragging him further into his drunken headspace. He does, doesn’t he? He’s perfect for this, just for Levi, his alpha.
Drool spilling from the corners of his lips, Eren fails to suppress another low moan as he swallows more of his cock. Its blunt tip glances against the top of his mouth and then further back.
Fuck… He’s only ever tested his gag reflex once or twice, joking around with Jean and Connie whilst eating phallic-shaped foods, typical dumbass shit. Who would have thought that ‘training’ would come in handy so soon? He should’ve been preparing more.
No sooner does Eren think this before the overwhelming urge to gag slams into him, eyes scrunching shut as he retches and pulls back suddenly with a strained whimper.
Between little whines, he licks his lips, not wanting his alpha to think he wasn’t appreciative. He was doing so good, being the best for Alpha, and he fucked it up.
However, instead of reprimanding his failure, Levi gingerly brushes his hair back, bunches it at the base of Eren’s neck, and tilts the omega’s head back to look at him. Beneath the insatiable lust lies no cruelty, only reassurance. “Relax your throat,” Levi instructs. “Don’t focus so much on sucking when you should just take it in, you’ll overthink it and throw up or something.” A grimace spreads across his face, mouth twisted to the side. “Not hot.”
It takes an extra second for the words to register, Eren’s eyelids fluttering, threatening to close and go under completely. Between the pheromones tainting the air and the grounding grip of his Alpha—Alpha, Alpha, best Alpha, Mate—it’s hard to remain focused, to not simply relinquish himself to his omegan instinct and present like a bitch in heat. Well… that’s what he is, anyway.
At the feeling of a finger tapping against his head, his gaze sharpens.
He squeezes his hand around the base, giving a short pump of a tight fist, fascinated by the throb of heat in his palm accompanying a breathy moan. Eren blinks as the flesh of a knot swells beneath his fingers. The instinctive desire to have it in him is near unbearable, thighs trembling with nothing to wrap around.
This time round, when he takes Levi’s throbbing cock into his mouth, he forces himself to relax, knees shifting back so his chest presses against the edge of the couch. The length twitches when finally nudging the back of his throat, eliciting a matching groan from both sides. The hand in his hair tightens, twisting. The sharp twinge it causes only serves to make his thighs shake even harder. He supposes fair is fair; he did much the same.
Only once Eren presses his nose against Levi’s pelvis does he let slip another sweet noise of satisfaction, struggling to breathe around the heavy weight on his tongue and in his throat. Fuck, so big, it’s a struggle to take him like this. Faintly, the urge to gag sits in far recesses of his mind, but the only thing Eren focuses on is the smell of his Alpha and the heft of his cock. It’s so much easier to drift and float like this, barely aware of anything other than mouthing at the faint bump promising to tie them together once it expands. It’ll feel so good inside his needy hole, filling him up just like he needs.
“Fuck—Not bad, fast learner,” Levi groans, voice low and raspy, like a growl is threatening to bubble out any moment. “You sure you’re not secretly a whore?” Eren lets slip an offended huff through his nose and peers upwards, eyes wet from the strain to not choke. Levi stares back, a faint flush tinging his flawless skin. “I could sit here with your mouth on my cock all day.” Gaze unwavering, Eren whines at the image that pops into his head; on his knees, grasping at Levi’s thighs as his alpha fucks into his mouth, taking inspiration from the heat around his dick and putting it into his music.
A shudder darts up his spine as harsh fingers yank on the omega’s frazzled hair, shoving him farther down. Fuck yeah, just like that—
Legs spreading wider, glimmering green eyes flutter once more as Eren gives in, allowing his head to move with the other’s motions. Like putty in his alpha’s hands, he keeps his mouth open and pliant as firm hands guide him. It takes a few tries before Eren manages to remind himself to breathe on every withdrawal, taking advantage of his brief respite before Levi thrusts into his mouth again, hips barely lifting from the couch to fill his throat with more of his hefty length. Nails scrabble against fabric, clinging desperately, holding close.
“Oh? You want this?” While Eren can’t look up in case his attention falls apart, he soaks up his alpha’s domineering voice, rich and thick with arousal. Shit, just his words alone make the omega want to get on his knees every damn morning just to hear more. Wake him up with a welcoming mouth when he can’t hold back his moans. It’s no surprise he’s a singer with such an enthralling voice. Breath coming short and quick, Levi groans, “You like having your face fucked, just a wet hole for me to use—”
On the sixth roll, Eren tightens his lips around the faint bump forming at the base of his cock—the beginning of a knot. A low rumbling noise escapes the man overhead. He can’t help but look and admire, strands of black hair falling over his forehead. Pinned by his lustful, grey stare, Eren does it again, noting how Levi’s eyes threaten to close each time. Good, he’s being so good for Alpha, gonna prove himself useful, the best, irreplaceable, Alpha doesn’t need anyone else but him.
The moment the reassuring weight suddenly leaves his mouth, Eren keens, yanking against the hold on his hair to press his lips against the saliva-coated cock right in front of him, so close, c’mon, give—
“Get up here right now,” Levi rasps, a deep, throaty tone slipping into his words. Knees bump against Eren’s sides, squeezing, urging him. “On my lap, ride me, be so good at it, baby—” Hand gripping his bicep, Eren allows himself to be guided up onto the couch, legs shaking, unrestrained whimpers slipping through. He almost slips off the cushion, relying on his alpha to drag him the last little bit.
Knees on either side of muscled thighs, Levi slides farther down, nails trailing along honey-kissed skin, eyes raking over everything, drinking him in.
His gaze dips lower, staring at the flushed, aching hole sitting between the omega’s legs, nestled between soaked lips. “There, come on, just like that,” he rumbles, rough hands settling upon Eren’s hips, dragging them down. Eren gasps, fingers digging into the cushion beside Levi’s head as his slick pussy grinds along the saliva-coated length he was sucking on mere moments earlier. Eren shudders, sitting down harder just to feel the pleasant buzz of bliss against his clit. Levi huffs, staring through his hair, and says, “This what you need? Go on, bounce on my cock.”
Shit, yes, that’s exactly what he needs. A knot fucked so deep into him, he can’t fucking move, stuffed full and bred thoroughly until he’s full of pups, Levi would be so fucking good at it—
Swaying forward, Eren picks himself up enough that he can reach down between them, encircling the thick cock in his grasp. It fucking throbs in his hold. No doubt, he wants it just as bad, stuck mid-rut and seeking an eager hole. Barely holding back another wanton groan, Eren scoots himself forward more, curling over to watch as he presses the flushed head between his legs.
Taunting both himself and his alpha, he rubs the tip through his wet folds. Breath shuddering, Eren bites his lower lip, sweat dripping down his backside and chest, clinging to his skin. His nose, his lungs, his whole body feels like it’s being flooded by Levi—his scent, his aura, overwhelming in the best way possible. It’ll be wonderful, finally being filled up by him, locked together by his undoubtedly big knot, judging by the visible swell he can see already. He’ll bite him too, right? They’re True Mates, they have to be together.
The wait makes it better, hips twisting, barely letting the precum-stained head slip against his hole before shifting away and repeating the motion, soaking in the sharp inhales he catches from Levi every time he gets so close.
He can’t give this moment up, doesn’t want it to be over so soon. Setting the tops of his feet flat against the couch, Eren allows only the tip to spread him open, moaning, so close to satisfying the scorching fire of his insatiable heat.
“Teasing me, huh?” his alpha hums, gaze hungry and desirous. He licks his lips, teeth barely visible behind them. “Like a good whore.”
The unrelenting grip on his hips tightens, giving only a split second warning before Levi shoves him down.
A searing surge of pleasure and pain strikes through him, spine rigid as a high-pitched wail spills from Eren’s lips. Thighs shaking, he sits upright, eyes closed as the sudden thickness spreads him open without hesitation. Hand still around the thickening knot at the base, it’s not even in all the way and fuck he’s going to be torn in half, oh shit—
“Big,” he breathes, swallowing down another moan as his hips tilt back, pressing at different angles and igniting sparks behind his eyelids. “You’re big, too big, Alpha, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Levi rumbles in response. Finally lifting his gaze, Eren traces the soft curve to Levi’s dark eyes as they admire the panting omega in his lap. Cheeks flushed red, the brunette whimpers, shaky and airy, unable to stop the instinctive clench and ensuing pulse of pain. Levi hisses softly, squeezing at Eren’s hips rhythmically. “You can take me, you’re meant to.” His focus never shifts, trailing down to where they’re connected. Possessive rumbles vibrate through Levi’s chest. “My perfect omega.”
He’s meant to.
A shudder races through his body from head to toe.
Eren is meant to take him, knot and all.
And he fucking needs it.
Setting both hands on the back of the couch, he blinks his eyes into focus, peering down at the lounging alpha—his alpha. Just like Eren is his omega.
Unconsciously, his cunt clenches again, memorising the debauched look on Levi’s face: brows furrowed and jaw clenched. A puff of air spills free from thin lips. “Shit, you gonna milk me, huh? Knot and all?” Eren shudders, giving a rapid nod. He’ll do it over and over, fuck himself raw on Alpha’s cock if he has to. “You gotta sit down first, I’ll fill you so good—”
Like a command, tension drains from his legs, allowing Eren to slowly sink into his alpha’s lap, torturous and delicious.
He manages to smother his noises up to a point, until Levi’s knot presses against his wet lower lips, guaranteeing a solid tie once it slips inside. Just the thought of that alone pulls a gasping groan from his used throat, head thrown back as he relinquishes his tight hold on restraint.
Eren sways backwards to get Levi even deeper. Briefly, he teeters at the edge of falling, a moment of panic slipping through, useless nails scraping across fabric.
A steady palm slides across the omega’s spine, dragging him closer, preventing him from slipping to the floor and landing on his back. “I’ve got you.” Once more, Levi’s gaze pierces through Eren, this time flooded with warmth and pleasure, warm like his heat. Voice low, he doesn’t break eye contact when promising, “Alpha’s got you.”
Eren is helpless under his scrutiny, drowning in the lusty hunger that floods those dark pools. Oh, he’d happily get swallowed up in them, no complaints, it’d be so easy…
Hand resting upon the couch’s back cushions, Eren gives a tentative roll of his body. Fingers dig into his hips. Gasp in his throat, Eren leans close enough to snake his arm behind Levi’s head, hauling himself forward until he can press their foreheads together, breathing in their combined scents, saturated in arousal.
Fuck, if he’d known the real thing would be this good, he would’ve…
No, no, he wouldn’t do anything differently; he’d want to be all for Levi. Hand over his trust like this, completely, blindly, so he can feel it all for the first time with the only alpha he’ll ever need, never unsatisfied. Eren rocks his hips again, feeling the pleasant pulse simmering beneath his skin, building, promising.
“Go on,” his alpha mutters with the hint of a purr, tracing a delicate line along Eren’s side and leaving behind a trail of icy shivers. Unable to look away from Levi’s intense stare, a whimper spills past Eren’s lips, barely picking himself up from the heated lap beneath himself and sliding down. He stops before his alpha’s knot can slip in; he wants to save that for last, being so full. Breath pinched, Levi continues to encourage, “Ride me, Omega. You took me so well, I said you could.” His tone drops, bassier and deeper. “Show me how bad you want my knot, fuck yourself on my cock like a good bitch.”
As if he could say no.
Fighting the incessant desire to be filled and fucked into submission, Eren lifts himself and cautiously drops down. The immediate sound of his ass hitting Levi’s thighs yanks a subdued noise from Eren’s lips, eyes closing as the forming knot tauntingly stretches his opening, growing thanks to the encouraging tightness. He can’t meet the acute stare locked upon his face, electing instead to focus on the length filling him up, dragging himself up until barely the head remains inside and slamming back down.
A quiet groan slips from beneath him, mirroring his pleasure. “Good,” Levi breathes, curling his hand into soft hair and brushing it away from Eren’s flushed face, surprisingly tender despite the prominent veins on his neck speaking volumes of restraint. Voice taut, he adds, “Keep going.”
Eren takes an extra moment to build up a steady rhythm, a litany of whimpers and moans spilling from his lips with every sweet caress of his alpha’s cock along his burning insides, slaking his sudden heat with assurances of being knotted and bred. He tips forward slightly, huffing, clutching the couch for balance. Warmth presses against his throat in the form of lips and tongue, enticing his head back, baring his neck in preparation of a mating bite. So close, just one bite right on his scent gland and he’ll belong to Levi, just like he should.
Nails scrape across the couch fabric, another wanton whine snaking out of his mouth.
Little nips and sucks spread across his already sensitive skin, undoubtedly leaving behind numerous marks and hickeys, evidence of their time together. No one would believe him otherwise, would laugh at him if he were to speak of how he had the life fucked out of him by a big shot like L. He can’t wait for the official bite, needs teeth to sink into him, marking him, claiming him. No one else will be enough for him.
Eren clenches, moaning at the same time a soft curse hisses against his neck, thighs trembling from the repeated lift and drop. Every time, each slide of Levi’s cock adds to the coiling pressure that persistently grows and grows ever since the first strands of arousal ignited within, hungry and insatiable.
The only thing that’s going to satisfy Eren’s heat is getting knotted and mated like he should be. His willingness for foreplay has long since passed. Heat-addled and panting desperately, all he can think about is finally stuffing himself full with Alpha’s knot.
No warning, an open palm lands upon his ass, sharp and stinging. Eren gasps with a whimper, head thrown back as he grinds down an extra second, clit dragging along his alpha’s pelvis deliciously so. A pleasant hum sounds against his neck followed by another smack against the other cheek.
Shit, Eren never considered himself into pain, but, fuck, if this is what it’s like? Sign him the fuck up.
A zing of sudden pain flares within his left leg, whimpers pitching up. Instantly, the hand on his waist smooths over bare ribs as Levi persistently scents across his throat and shoulder, merging their aromas together. Of course, Alpha would pick up on Eren’s distress, noticing the difference between legitimate pain and the sweet sting caused by his soon-to-be-mate. The cramp doesn’t fade, especially not with Eren’s constant movement, eager to ride his alpha to the best of his abilities. Even so, he holds on as long as he can.
But thanks to all the standing, walking, and dancing from earlier, he’s not at his best endurance-wise. Maybe another time, he’ll ride Levi until his knot slips inside and swells until it can’t be pulled out, staring down at his blissful expression as he milks every last drop of cum from his generous dick.
Lagging behind, Eren slows to a stop, unable to satiate the persistent scream for release, to stuff the bump of Levi’s cock inside him until it ties them together. His instinct howls in dismay, unable to satisfy Alpha, no! “Shit, sorry, I just—I’m so—”
“It’s fine,” the older answers, adjusting himself and leaning back. Eren tries to follow, only for the hand on his side to shove, dislodging the girthy length from his hungry cunt, a yelp to match as he lands on his back, sprawled across the couch. His whine is cut off when Levi crouches on the cushions and instructs, “Come on, roll over, present for me like the desperate slut you are.” Eren’s eyes flutter from the words alone, a strangled moan caught in his throat. “Let me breed you, my omega whore…”
Fuck.
If anyone else were to call him that, to even imply that he’s nothing more than a breeding bitch, he would’ve lost his mind, possibly gotten into a scrap with the person if they kept goading him. How fucking dare they reduce him to such a small, miniscule title when he is so much more than that?
However, the way his alpha says it, filthy and sexual, has shivers racing across his rosy skin.
Eren doesn’t hesitate to flip himself, grabbing onto the armrest and looking over his shoulder, intentionally arching his spine, eager to be perfect, the best, just what Levi needs.
Warmth presses against the backs of his thighs, slick-coated heat along his ass, promising unrivalled pleasure. Rough hands slide along his backside, forcing his chest down against the cushions and eliciting a breathy gasp from Eren as the omega lets himself be manoeuvred exactly as directed. Gonna be so good for him, for both of them.
Firm fingers curl through his hair, combing it away from his face, a pleasant purr filling the pheromone-potent room. So tender, caring. No warning, they tighten, yanking Eren’s head back, neck bent at a forced angle, eyes scrunching against the blinding LEDs overhead. Oh shit—
“There, like that, such a perfect bitch for me,” Levi growls right beside his ear, sending shivers cascading over Eren’s body.
He chokes on nothing, feeling like he can barely function with how fucking wonderful he feels. Every nerve sparks and crackles, living and thriving, revelling in his alpha’s attention.
The blunt head of Levi’s cock spears him open without delay, a moan peeling out of swollen lips as the brunette shudders and pushes back, taking more of his length.
However, it’s not Eren deciding the speed this time round.
Using the unyielding grip in his hair, Levi sets a brutal pace, handprint covered ass slamming against his alpha’s toned hips and abs as he fucks into Eren’s dripping cunt. Teeth grinding together, it’s impossible to smother all the weak, desperate pleas spewing from swollen lips now that he doesn’t have to focus on riding.
“Ah, oh fuck—Levi, please, so good!” Grasping at the armrest, Eren doesn’t even fight it when Levi shoves his cheek down against the couch cushion beneath him, warmth plastering against his backside as hot air brushes over his ear. The perfect position to bite him. Instinctively, the omega tips his head back, exposing his scent gland as each breath is punched from his lungs. “Alpha, alpha, knot me, need your knot so bad, I can’t—”
Fingers slide across Eren’s neck, squeezing with warning until his mind screeches to a sudden halt, scrambling, overwhelmed by warning bells and the undeniable desire to be taken and mated so brutally.
“Then be fucking patient, insatiable little bitch.” At a particularly harsh thrust, the swell of his alpha’s cock threatens to stretch him open even more than he already is, pushing and pushing against his tight, virgin entrance. “You’ll get what you need…”
Keening, Eren smacks the top of his foot against the couch repeatedly with a desperate sob.
It doesn’t hurt—well, it does, but in a good way—it’s just so much, too much, overwhelming and oh so perfect all at once.
Sweat slides down his skin, every collision of their hips wet and carnal. The hand around his throat tightens dangerously so.
Before he can register it, rough fingers snake along his stomach, slipping lower until they dig into the side of his clit. Eren trembles, biting his cheek as torturous lips and tongue caress his bared neck, teasing over his scent gland with the promise of a future mark, claiming him, owning him—everything he needs and then some. Levi doesn’t relent, flooding his omega with uncontrollable bliss and pleasure. Every swipe of skilled fingers drags Eren closer to an unavoidable high waiting just over the crest of a mountain, a glorious waterfall of joint bliss.
Palm flat across his pelvis, Eren finds himself being dragged backwards. Thickness threatens to force him open, little whimpers fearful of being torn. A deep timbre soaks Levi’s words when he instructs, “Open up for me, I’ll give you my knot, just be my good little whore and let me in.”
The unmistakable stretch of a fat knot sends sparks along every shaking limb, hair standing on end as Eren spreads his knees, eager to accept the promising swell of flesh, just what he needs. It’s the same persistent urge he’d get when amid the peak of his heat, so close to stuffing himself full of silicone and inflating the knotted base. Except this time it’s the real thing, his Alpha’s knot, and it’s a lot bigger than anything he’s been game enough to shove inside his greedy pussy.
Gentle kisses rain upon his jawline, a low growl to match the occasional press of teeth. Eren remains pliant beneath his alpha, uncaring of the dripping slick and precum sliding down his twitching thighs. Whoever cleans it won’t see his face ever again, hopefully. Maybe they’ll enjoy the scent, get off on it, he doesn’t care.
All that matters is getting his soon-to-be-mate’s knot inside him.
Eren pushes back as best he can, arching more to get him just that slightest bit deeper, whimpering with the slight discomfort. Levi takes it surprisingly slowly for someone who was just moments earlier fucking the soul out of him. He’s unbelievably grateful as the imposing swell of his alpha’s knot finally reaches its thickest section, a twinge of pain striking through Eren before it slides in the rest of the way when Eren’s hungry pussy sucks him in without hesitation.
Their groans match intensity, ecstatic pressure slamming into Eren, unknown but familiar, welcome.
Levi is no better, cheek pressing against the side of his omega’s head, breaths ragged and deep. “Ah, shit, just like that, my perfect omega, took my knot so well.” Panting, Levi readjusts his knees, hips grinding in little circles, setting off sparks behind Eren’s eyes. “Gonna breed you so good, Omega, make you the best dam ever—”
The moment those torturously good fingers start moving again between his legs, Eren gives up on attempting to be quiet, scrambling for better purchase on the couch’s armrest as Levi grinds into him, huffing hot breaths against his tender neck.
The looming approach of an overwhelming orgasm threatens to slip through, but the extra edge has Eren’s brows drawing together.
He chokes, finally realising what it means, and desperately grabs for the hand choking him, squeezing, trying to give warning.
“Oh no, wait, oh fuck— I’m gonna— Alpha, Alpha, please, I think I— I can’t— You’ll—”
He doesn’t stop.
Eren stares at the dark fabric in front of him, vision blurry, so caught up in the teasing press of fangs against his throat, so close to biting down, and the swell of a thick, heavy knot within him, just as it’s meant to be.
He teeters right at the edge, warmth simmering just beneath the surface.
Teeth sink into his skin, breaking the surface.
He falls, climax crashing into his trembling form as Eren wails, unable to avoid the squirting mess he creates beneath them. Fluids coat the couch as he milks his alpha’s knot for all he’s worth. Fuck, he can apologise later; this is all he cares about, shoving his ass further back against Alpha then down into the hand servicing his throbbing clit.
Levi, mouth full of Eren’s scent gland, wastes no time jaggedly shoving his aching cock deeper into his omega without delay. Eren clenches around him, over and over, keening, desperate and needy, come on, give it, give it!
Pace brutal, his head almost bumps against the arm rest a few times from the sheer force his alpha puts into each collision of their hips, fucking into him with reckless abandon, fuelled by the desire to breed, breed his omega, fuck him full of pups, please, he needs it so bad!
He doesn’t have to wait long; after a couple offbeat thrusts and hitching breaths, he’s granted the satisfying warmth of his mate’s seed spilling inside Eren’s pulsing cunt, satiating his heat’s persistent craving. He slumps, completely limp, only held in place by Levi’s firm hands as his alpha grinds into his pussy with every twitch of his thick shaft, hot cum coating Eren’s insides.
And, shit, the amount of it too! So good, Alpha is the best, gonna breed him up so well he catches first try.
Eyes fluttering shut, Eren barely registers his own purring as a warm tongue traces along the bleeding indents upon his throat, permanently announcing his mated status, claimed by his True Mate. He finally belongs to someone, someone he’s meant to be with, not just a random alpha. He didn’t ‘settle’—he got the best.
Vaguely, he hears the low rumble of Levi’s voice, words muffled but undoubtedly possessive and instinct-driven as he mutters it against Eren’s slowly cooling skin.
Basking in the warmth between them, Eren preens when Levi gingerly takes his time cleaning his bleeding bite mark, fingers sliding down to rest along the stretched lips of his pussy and cupping his throbbing clit, still occasionally twitching. He could stay like this forever, wants this feeling every morning and night if he can, whenever his mate wants. They’re fated, just like Armin said, True Mates, Fated Pair, whatever it’s called. The only thought running through Eren’s head is that he finally has an alpha—the perfect mate to take care of him, to fill him up until he’s swollen and round with pups. His heats won’t ever go unsatisfied, and Levi will always have a ready, waiting hole, eager to be stuffed and filled.
A faint vibration fills the air. Eren tries to push back against Levi to feel it more, wanting to enjoy his mate’s blissful pleasure, but the man leans to the side, off the couch. Huh? But the knot hasn’t gone down yet…
It’s not until he hears, “Who’s Mikasa?” that he realises it’s his phone vibrating, not purring.
Quickly sobering, Eren turns his head the other way, waving his trembling hand to take the device from Levi’s grasp and hurriedly answering it. He swallows, hoping his voice doesn’t sound too hoarse when he says, “Hello?”
“Where are you, Eren?” Shit… how long has it even been? Before he can pull the screen away to check, the alpha on the other end of the line huffs, “We’ve been waiting almost forty-five minutes!”
“Shit, sorry, I just—I got distracted,” he excuses. Thankfully, Levi gives him space, fingers trailing lazily across Eren’s back, giving him respite from the raging hormones running rampant through his blood. It’s so fucking hard to not just… drop the phone and go right back to being scented by his new alpha, bonding with him, ensuring their connection is strong and definitive. Licking his lips, the omega adds, “I’ll, uhm, something came up is all.”
Over the constant thrum of the distant crowd, he can hear Mikasa ask in a strained tone, “What? What happened? Do you need us to come find you?” In the background, he can pick up on Armin’s voice, words muffled and faded.
“No, no! I’ll be out… later?” Eren tilts his head, struggling to look over his shoulder at his alpha. Fuck, how long is his knot going to last? He knows the average is around half an hour, but, fuck, it’s not unheard of for larger ones to border a full sixty minutes. He’s not even upset about missing some of the festival, he just doesn’t want this moment to end because of his concerned friends!
“Out? Out where?” she questions with a slight edge. Shit, she’s actually upset.
“Out with you guys! I’m just… Right now, I’m—” A sharp sigh comes from overhead. Eren doesn’t have the chance to come up with an excuse before his phone is unceremoniously plucked right out of his hands. “Hey, wait—”
“Hey, look, friend of Eren’s—he can’t really think right now with a knot in his tight cunt.” Choking on his tongue, Eren scrambles to twist his upper half around, but he can barely move with the cock stuffed inside of him, ass in the air, every single limb loose and boneless from his most recent mind-numbing orgasm. Levi, uncaring for his squirming, continues to say, “Call back in an hour. Bye.”
The phone drops onto the cushion beside his head, bouncing a few times. Call ended.
Eren gapes, staring, jaw slack.
“Oh my fucking god, did you just…? That was my sister!”
“Might as well be straightforward with her,” Levi reasons, leaning down and thoroughly scenting across Eren’s shoulder, coating him in his thick, addictive aroma. Eren can’t even find it in himself to be annoyed; this way they get to spend more time together, exploring one another, scenting. He tips his head to the side, giving access to his throat. “It’s not like you can hide a mating bite.”
Unsurprisingly, his phone starts ringing again, Mikasa’s name illuminating the screen.
With a scoff, Levi presses the ‘deny call’ button and scoops the mobile up to deposit on the floor with his discarded clothes. Eren spares it one glance before persistent heat presses against his jawline, eyes slipping shut once more to enjoy the sensation.
“Hope you liked the show,” Levi hums, lips trailing towards his omega’s. Kiss firm and certain, he steals Eren’s breath with unfair ease. “‘Cause I’m bringing you along to every single one of them from now on.” A grind of their joined hips yanks an airy moan from his mouth as Eren seeks another addictive kiss from his alpha. Voice low with intent, his new mate mutters, “Except you’ll be the one singing once I get backstage…”
Eren’s head spins at the prospect, a soft whimper caught in his throat. He’ll go wherever his alpha wants, be whatever he needs, because he’s meant to be Levi’s.