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The first time it happened, Eren was mortified. Tanned complexion drained from colour, full lips gaping in denial, and chest heaving to the point of hyperventilating. He almost wished he'd drop unconscious and wake up to find that it was all a dream, except that it wasn't. Eren stared wide-eyed at his lower region, pants and boxers torn away and scattered over the dingy floor of the basement where he (had to, really, he wished he had a proper room) was placed, half-naked as he stood by the bed.
He had woken up in the middle of the night with the urge to piss, feeling strange as the area between his legs felt airy, spacious even, but he brushed it off to prioritise his demanding bladder. As soon as he pushed his boxers and pants down, he was met with nothing. No dick. No balls. As if it never existed in the first place. As if he wasn't born and has been living with it for the past decade.
Eren had blinked then, eyebrows scrunching along his forehead, head trying to process everything in a half-slumber state. He stupidly waved a hand across his crotch, eyes narrowing tighter at the absence of the familiar weight between his legs that had been accompanying him all his life. He had a brief realisation that he now resembled very much with his titan form; genderless, despite the obvious difference on the chest. His titan might have been an androgynous all along.
Okay, that wasn't important right now.
His dick was gone. There weren't even any sutures or wounds on the skin, further proving that what should've been there was magically not there. This phenomenon was definitely not scientific. Eren had lost count of how many times he had jerked his dick off to convince himself that he is, by all means, born with it. But it wasn't there now. Confusion and dread washed over him the instant the situation dawned on him.
“What the fuck?” Eren gritted through his teeth, fingers digging into his scalp as he hissed with grave mortification.
At least he's thoughtful enough (did he even have the time to?) to keep his voice low, unless he wanted his superiors to find him in his current state. His body suddenly shivered, the urge to empty his bladder coming back full force, yet he didn't move an inch from his spot. Instead, he trailed his hand downward, throat bobbing fearfully as his fingers brushed the thin hair there (at least that part is still the same) and dragged lower until he bumped into something.
A tiny thing, a bud. Eren would be fucking stupid to not recognise that thing, but he couldn't be sure either. With teeth worrying his lips, his trembling digits dragged even lower to the area between his inner thighs, fingertips brushing against wet muscles, and he instinctively moaned. Shocked at his own reaction, Eren pulled his hand away, cheeks burning red as his stomach clenched around nothing. The tiny bud twitched, fucking twitched at the touch.
Eren felt like crying; he was entitled to with everything that was happening right now, but at the same time, a familiar fire burnt low in his gut. Just a brief touch, Eren would dare to say that it was just a flick of his fingers, yet it felt stupidly good.
“No. I just need to pee.” Eren convinced himself as he marched for the tiny cubicle pushed at the corner of the basement. Thankfully, it wasn't a urinal, or he would have a hard time trying to figure out how to piss with a... pussy. The wooden planks offered decency for his activity, although his face would still be visible if anyone were to come downstairs.
It was sufficient, was what Eren thought, since he had gotten used to taking a bath at the communal showers upstairs. But now it should become a problem with the thing he had for genital. He always uses the showers outside rather than the ones within the curtains, so suddenly using them would be suspicious in everyone's eyes.
Fuck it.
Eren sat on the toilet with high hopes that his dick would suddenly appear and missed to pee properly inside the toilet bowl. He was sure he'd receive a kick in the face by Captain if the smell of his pee stuck on the ground, but anything would be better than having a vagina between his legs. The sound of a faint trickle echoed throughout the stone walls that had Eren shutting his eyes in forced acceptance.
Now, after a few days of living with it, Eren had to come to terms that it wasn't that bad. Sure, he received weird looks from his comrades when he came out from the curtained shower room, hips hugged by his towel when he'd usually stride out naked, but not everything he did should be everyone's concern. It wasn't as if he turned into a titan there; then that should be an issue, and Captain will have him hanging upside down by a tree as bait for the titans on the upcoming expedition. It was awkward to piss sitting down, but Eren saw the bright side of it. It was cleaner, much cleaner. Funnily enough, he didn't miss his target.
One thing he didn't expect from having a vagina was the libido. He didn't realise how horny he'd be having that thing! It was torturous and satisfying at the same time. He barely had the same amount of lust with his dick and would find himself dozing off every day after training from exhaustion.
It was a different story now.
Every night after training, he'd find himself two knuckles deep inside his pussy, moans and gasps muffled into the pillow as he fucked himself on his fingers. The basement is definitely not a private place with the bars as the sole entrance, but with how dark and deep it was located, barely anyone would come down there. Even his superiors (minor the Captain) were too lazy (or afraid, actually) to sneak down there past midnight. Those days were his favorites. He could explore this newfound lust to his heart's content, was what Eren initially thought.
It wasn't enough. He had basically used all four fingers to fuck his hole and it wasn't enough. The desire kept increasing, skyrocketing, that his fingers weren't enough to make him cum anymore. He never knew that sex addiction could be this disastrous.
But one night he came. It was unexpected.
He had been (as per usual) playing with his new genital when he heard boots stomping down the stairs. Eren had hastily pulled out his fingers, whining in dissatisfaction at the loss, and covered his entire figure with the blanket, only the top of his head visible. He laid on the bed half-naked, pants and boxers stuffed under his pillow, while slick coated his legs, evidence of his previous activity that was yet to be satiated. From behind the darkness of the basement and his eyelids, a faint orange light slipped within, followed by the scuff of boots.
It was silent for a long minute. Both unmoving, or one of them was consciously so with the indecent things he had just done. Then Eren noticed that the light had gone lower, deposited onto the ground as the person inserted the key to the gate, a faint click resounding against the walls. The metal gate groaned as it was being pushed open, giving way to the owner of the silent steps of boots to enter.
Eren discreetly inhaled a lungful of air, attempting to pick up the scent of the uninvited guest, and immediately, the aroma of tea and cleaning products and something musky—masculine—filled his senses. It had Eren unconsciously rubbing his thighs together, his hole clenching around nothing while liquid seeped out from it, trailing down to his skin and the sheets. A weight settled in front of his curling figure, as if the man's actions were done with great care to not disturb the (presumably in his view) slumbering brunette.
Eren could feel heat radiating off his superior where he sat and the weight of a gaze on him despite the blanket obscuring his face from view. He swallows down the lump in his throat with great difficulty, wishing to the high stars (since it's still midnight) that the captain won't smell his lust hanging in the room. A soft wistful sigh escaped his superior's lips, and all of a sudden, cold digits brushed the crown of his head, nails grazing his scalp briefly before fingers twirled into his hair. Captain's hand moved behind his head and lower, the blanket being pushed down to his neck, revealing a fraction of his face. Eren unconsciously held his breath, too afraid to move but expectant as well for his next actions.
Captain Levi just sat there while stroking the sensitive skin of his nape, the rough pads of his fingers sending shivers down Eren's spine. Something flipped inside his stomach before clenching taut, the feeling making his pussy throbs as more liquid spilt between his thighs, dampening the already soaked sheets beneath him. Eren had to wonder if the captain could smell his lust. He couldn't help the tremble that wrecked through his body when hot breath hit the skin of his neck; his lips started to tremble as he continued on his sleeping act.
Soft lips brushed the shell of his ear, exhaling warm puffs of air that pulled a short jerk from him, but the captain didn't make any move to pull away, as if convinced that he wouldn't wake up from the slightest touch. Then the man kissed behind his ear once, twice, and nipped at his ear, earning a soft mewl from the brunette, but even that didn't deter the man. Eren rubbed his thighs together, this time with intention, squeezing hard enough that he could feel each throb of his pussy, suddenly conscious of the emptiness of his hole.
Just as Eren wished for the captain to go further, the man pulled away. Those pale fingers gave one last stroke through his hair before standing from the bed and retreated from the basement. The gate shut close and locked before the warm light faded away, guiding the man's steps upstairs.
Eren quickly peeled the blanket away from his body as if offended by it. His legs instantly fell open and fingers found their way back into his eager dripping hole, thrusting in and out with renewed vigour as his mouth parted, panting and moaning openly now. The searing touch of the captain still burnt on his skin, the warmth of his lips, the softness of his gestures, the chill of his fingertips—all combined into an uncharted territory that Eren had yet to determine for what.
He had always admired the man for his strength and tenacity as ‘Humanity’s Strongest’, but more than that, deep down, Eren knew that he adored Captain as a person. His piercing platinum eyes, his sharp nose and jaws, his thin, supple lips, his sculpted chest, and his trained abs—Eren could get drunk on the image alone.
His body twitched all over, four fingers rubbing against his sopping pussy, back arching as he imagined the raven fucking him open with his cock. God, how Eren would love that. Surely Captain's cock would be bigger than all his fingers combined—longer, thicker, hotter—giving him immeasurable pleasure that he couldn't chase and moulding his insides into his shape.
He had peeked a couple (lots) of times at the captain's crotch enough to know the monster he packed in his pants. His superior never used the communal bath, but there was a time where he was forced to take his clothes off due to the mud and rain during an expedition, leaving him in black briefs alone that left nothing to imagination.
Eren still remembered how he had almost gaped openly at the limp length that didn't look limp at all. Captain Levi was hung all right. Now Eren knew where all that height and size went. Ever since that day, he couldn't stop glancing at that area of the man's body, eyes lingering and stomach churning at the bulge inside those tight military pants. No wonder the women loved to peer whenever Captain was at the training grounds.
“Captain… So good…” Eren whimpered into the mattress, hips bucking into his own digits as he fisted the sheets. His knuckles turned white as the coil within his belly threatened to snap. His toes curled when he finally came with a silent moan, squirting clear juices along his thighs and the bedding.
Eren pulled out his fingers with a loud squelch, his hole clenching around nothing as if it wasn't enough. He gasped breathily at the sudden emptiness, the cold air of the basement sending chills along his tired limbs and soaking thighs. Eren tentatively rubbed a finger against his clit, the heels of his feet digging into the bed that marked the overwhelming sensitivity he experienced, yet he couldn't stop as he trailed it to his pussy lips. Faint moans and pants echoed in the basement once again, a name rolling quietly into the dead of the night before the titan shifter succumbed to sleep.
The next few days were awkward. Eren had been subtly avoiding the captain, eyes shooting in the other direction every time their eyes met and jogging away whenever the man was close with pathetic excuses. It's fine. He could keep this up as long as no one noticed. Eren was being as discreet as possible, and no one will know.
“Eren, did that midget do something to you again?” Mikasa seethed all of a sudden.
“What? No. Why?” The teen blinked in confusion at the accusation of his protective childhood friend.
“You've been avoiding Captain Levi, Eren.” Armin had piped in with raised brows.
Okay, apparently he was being obvious about it. No wonder he had a feeling like someone was watching him, a metallic gaze boring into the back of his skull, but they never exchanged words about it.
‘So all is well’, Eren guessed. He had thought that he could put this up a few more times until he had successfully stopped from fingering himself to the thoughts of Captain Levi splitting him open on his cock, or hopefully until his own dick came back, which could be indefinite.
Until he was unexpectedly called to the man's office.
Eren had gathered his courage up and strode inside the captain's office with hidden intentions, door closing and thumb pressing into the doorknob while he cleared his throat, covering the faint click of the lock clasping in. The man took a brief glance at his subordinate before shutting the documents and placing the fountain pen in the penwell, every movement calculated and graceful that had Eren clasping his hands in front of his body, the desire to see a side of the raven in haste for pleasure causing his heart to beat in both his chest and groin.
“You asked to see me, sir?” Eren said, a lilt to his voice at the roll of the man's title.
“Yes.” Captain Levi hummed. “It seems that you've taken a perverse way to avoid your superior, who is also in charge of your... everything. I'm starting to think that you hated me.”
Eren gulped and licked his lips, aware that the man's heated gaze would trail after his tongue.
“I'm sorry, sir. That wasn't my intention.”
“Then what would be the reason?”
“I just…” Eren stopped himself, brain wracking to form a reasonable excuse that wouldn't put his current genital in jeopardy. “I just didn't want to burden you with my problems, sir.”
“You have problems?” The captain asked, a tinge of curiosity and unease seeping into his tone.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do tell, Jaeger.”
Eren's mouth opened and closed a few times, contemplating his words and decisions. He watched his superior’s face under his lashes, who raised a thin, perfect eyebrow in inquisition. He looked so handsome like that, calm and demanding in the most delicious way that sent thrills down Eren's spine. The brunette had to swallow several times; his throat suddenly felt dry and parched before he darted his eyes onto the floor, cheeks flushing red at the sudden waves of pleasure that shot throughout his body.
“Nothing, sir.” He breathed at last, teeth biting into the soft skin of his lips.
He could hear the man inhaling and exhaling audibly, the sound so manly and domineering in his ears, as if he did something so wrong that was regarded as childish and condescending.
“I'm sorry.” The raven suddenly said, drawing his subordinate’s attention to him.
“Sir?”
“I'm sorry.” Levi repeated this time in guilt. “I’m sure you knew what I did. You were awake the night I visited your cell, didn't you?”
Eren sputtered, eyes shifting uncomfortably at the notion that the man knew what he was doing at that moment. But it appeared that the man saw his reaction as disgust and shame for the feelings that he, the superior, have towards his subordinate.
“I'll try to be careful. I won't do it again next time.” Captain Levi huffed while pinching the bridge of his nose, his sharp eyebrows knitting tight on his face, and Eren decided that he didn't want to see that expression on his captain.
“That's not it.” The teen blurted out, pulling the man's gaze onto him.
“What is?”
“I'm not bothered by that. Not in the slightest.” His reply had Captain's eyes narrowing in confusion.
“I actually… had a… health problem.” Eren explained, his voice turning quiet at the end.
“Is it about your body? Is there something I can help with?” Captain Levi asked, concern tainting his face in an instant.
“Yes.” Eren answered both of the questions, his insides clamping in anticipation, although Levi didn't perceive that.
“What is it?”
The brunette digs the end of his boots into the stone floor, hands fidgeting with one another as slick started to form in his pants. He wanted to tell the man, wanted his help, but saying it out loud and acting on it was a different thing, especially since it concerned Levi Ackerman, who was infamous for turning down every potential partner since he was married to the Survey Corps and humanity. What if it turned out differently, though? Eren couldn't help but entertain that thought.
“Mydickturnedintoavagina.” He finally parted his mouth, although his words were bunched up and his superior probably misheard it.
Captain Levi was silent, his scrunched eyebrows forming a straight line as he stared at the brunette menacingly in the eyes.
“I swear to God, Jaeger. If you were here just to joke around, I'm going to throw you out the window. I don't care if it's the third floor here.” The captain deadpanned.
“I'm being serious! It's been a week, Captain!” Eren exclaimed, hurt crossing his eyes.
“Did you let Hange experiment on you again?” The superior asked, this time taking it seriously.
“No. She hasn't been here for a month, isn't she?” The subordinate countered, certainty lacing his voice.
Captain Levi let out a groan that was close to a growl while rubbing his pale hands into his face, the sound made the teen instinctively clench his pussy in want.
“I can show you if you want.” Eren suddenly suggested, but it came out more like an invitation.
The captain's fingers along his face twitched before dragging lower to rest on his desk, his expression unreadable as his lips formed a straight line. He was probably contemplating it, judging from his eyes that dipped to his subordinate's crotch and back to his green eyes.
“No, thank you.”
He probably thought better of it—what he thought was best for himself, at least. Eren bit into his lips, holding back a grin from appearing on his face at his superior’s attempt in denying temptation. Oh, was he wrong to think that Eren is not the personification of temptation itself?
“I want you to see.” Eren purred, voice barely above a whisper, as he so purposefully rubbed his thighs together, and the man's silvery gaze followed the motions.
“You already confirmed—”
“I can't possibly see it for myself, Captain. I knew it was there, but I'm not sure if it's a pussy.” Eren forced back his triumphant grin with a pout, cheering inwardly at the bob of the Captain's Adam apple and the audible exhale of heavy breath as that vulgar phrase rolled out his tongue.
“Okay.”
Eren couldn't help the seductive grin that tugged along his lips at the man's response. He shamelessly took off his olive shirt and dropped it onto the floor, unfastened the fly of his military pants, and pulled it off along with his briefs in one swift motion. He eyed the white patch in his boxer for a second before walking over to the desk, hips swaying suggestively as he crossed the last few steps to the man's side.
Eren wasn't sure if Captain Levi did it intentionally or not when he pushed his chair back until it collided into the stone wall with a faint thump. The space was really small behind his desk, but Eren wouldn't refuse the invitation to stand half-naked in front of this embodiment of Adonis, his crotch a few inches away from the man's face. He sat leisurely on the desk, both hands bracing himself on the surface behind him as he spread his legs wide and planted both feet into the armchairs where his superior sat, chest already heaving in anticipation.
Eren's eyes danced with impatience as he studied the captain's feigned calm face; the blush blossoming those snowy cheeks and the heavy breathing were enough answers for the subordinate. Captain Levi's eyes were clouded with lust, heavy-lidded, and pupils dilated as he stared at the pink genital, unconsciously licking his lips at the slick trailing down the twitching hole. His gaze alone was enough to make the teen dripping wet, his pussy clenching and unclenching at the intense gaze he received as more liquid spilt.
“Go on. Have a taste.” Eren offered, or demanded, actually with how he spread himself wider, his pussy throbbing visibly for his superior's view.
Captain Levi's hooded gaze flitted to his face at first, probably still contemplating it, although it didn't take him long to lean forward and lick the seams of his pussy, earning a breathy moan from the brunette. As if encouraged by the noise, he leaned closer, his hot tongue laying flat against the titan shifter’s fresh vagina while his hands grabbed those luscious caramel thighs, kneading the flesh sensuously. Eren keened with his head thrown back when his captain earnestly ate him out, alternating between licking his hole and sucking his sensitive clit, loud lewd slurps resonating within the office that had his lean thighs shaking.
“Mmh, fuck.” Eren cursed as he grinded his hips into that dexterous appendage, eagerly riding his superior’s face to chase his release with a wanton moan.
The insides of his thigh suddenly stung, a red handprint marking the skin from the raven's large calloused palm that had the teen jolt to a stop with a startled moan. Captain Levi pulled away; a string of slick followed before disappearing into his mouth as he licked his lips, drawing a whine from his subordinate.
“Who told you that you can move, slut?”
Eren shivered involuntarily. The man's voice was dark, rich with possessiveness and lust that matched the hunger in his mercurial eyes.
“Ah, I–I’m sorry. I didn't—” Eren couldn't finish as he was cut off.
“Do that again one more time, and I'll stop. You can find someone else to fuck your greedy cunt.” Captain Levi growled darkly, his utterance indicating confidence that the brunette wouldn't let anyone else do this to him.
And Eren hated how right he was. The thought of being this man's property and the deliciously filthy words branded on him made Eren delirious as he obligingly nodded his head. Captain Levi hummed absentmindedly as he rubbed the reddened flesh he just slapped in soothing circles. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his thigh before trailing his lips to the brunette's quivering pussy; kissing, licking, and sucking on his clit to draw out more delicious noises from the boy, then lowered to plunge his tongue into the wet, tight heat of his hole, groaning at the slick that tasted just of Eren.
The teen gasped above him, hands finding the raven's hair and twisting into it in an attempt to ground himself from bucking into his superior’s mouth, eyes screwing shut to focus on the expert mouth feasting on his virgin pussy. It was a shame that he had to be obedient and simply receive everything that was given to him on a platter. Levi was disgustingly right; the thought of letting someone else go down on him is just impossible.
Eren's eyes abruptly flew open, and a loud moan fell from his lips in an instant when the captain added fingers along with his tongue, immediately inserting two that made his pussy clench tightly. The man's fingers were definitely larger, rougher, and meaner than his, hitting all the good spots inside while his tongue shifted to suck on his sensitive bud.
“Ah, ah–haah–Cap–Captain… oh, so good…” Eren sang, hands trailing lower to claw on his superior’s broad back and toes digging into the armchair, fighting back the urge to close his thighs lest he would receive another painful (or delicious, he couldn't decide) slap.
Another finger joined with the other two, rubbing and scissoring the wet heat as Captain Levi pulled away to savour the view of the titan shifter's face contorting in pleasure above him.
“Good?” Levi hummed softly.
“Ye–oh–yes, fuck! So good, Captain!”
The raven chuckled lowly at the enthusiastic answer he received and kissed the teen's flexing abs, licking every drop of sweat that lined the muscles, moving higher and higher until he was standing, marking every skin with dark bruises—symbols of his possession—before pushing the boy onto his back. Eren's sweaty back met the cold wooden desk, mouth parting as he gasped and moaned while deft digits thrust mercilessly inside him, his legs wrapping around his superior’s still-clothed back.
Eren would swear that he never expected intimacy between them, but he couldn't deny the effects it had on him when Levi suddenly kissed him, all tongue and teeth, licking into his mouth and biting into his lips and tongue every so often. The kiss was wet, messy, and passionate, and Eren moaned even louder, hands pulling their bodies closer as he unconsciously grinded into the fingers that were still stretching him open.
“Hah, Captain…” Eren gasped the moment Captain Levi allowed him to catch some air from their fervent kisses.
“Levi.”
Eren made a sound of confusion at the raven's utterance of his own name.
“Call me Levi, Eren.” The man huffed while kissing the boy's open mouth.
Oh. This was a new level of intimacy. A first name basis with the man he admired the most. Eren's breath stuttered for a short second before replacing it with a moan when his superior grinded his clothed cock down on his clit.
“Say it, Eren. Call my name.” The captain rasped as he settled his forehead against the shifter, one hand ramming inside the sopping cunt, right into his g-spot, while another supported himself on the desk. Eren's spine arched off the desk, thighs quivering by the man's sides as he fisted the crisp white button down.
“Le–Levi!” Eren tipped over the edge with a shout of his superior’s name, slick liquid pouring out his hole as he came all over the desk and the pale hand.
Levi rode him off his orgasm, fingers pumping to the last squirt while kissing his hardened nipples, only retreating when the teen whined from oversensitivity. He nuzzles into the crook of Eren's neck, branding him with more intimate marks while massaging the trembling thighs, easing the teen from the high. The bulge brushing against his hips made itself known for Eren as he gently pulled Levi's neck.
“Fuck me. Please.” Eren muttered between pink lips that chased after his.
“Aren't you tired?” Levi hushed between kisses while tenderly stroking the brunette's sides.
‘How sweet’, the teen thought. He felt content blossoming inside his chest at seeing a caring side of the typically austere man.
“I'll be fine. Please, Levi. I want it.” Eren pleaded with his wet eyelashes batting enticingly, breath hitching when a pale thumb traced along the outline of his pussy lips.
“How many times have you fucked yourself while thinking about cocks, Eren?” The captain hummed and pressed the pad of his thumb against the fluttering hole, his strokes languid as he coaxed more slick to pour.
“Ha, one cock.” Eren panted then tugged at his nape, the tips of their noses brushing, and he let their breaths mingle before whispering, his voice barely heard over the thrumming of their conjoined lust. “Many times.”
His already bruised lips were immediately devoured, his superior swallowing each moan spilling from his mouth as the thumb pushed inside, pressing roughly against his sensitive walls. Eren's hands clambered with the pristine shirt, fingers frantically unbuttoning the obstructive fabric from the man's built figure that he had been itching to touch. Levi helped him with shredding the shirt away, letting it fall onto the floor and relishing in the way the brunette's palms mapped his muscles, fingers dipping into each flex and vein before dragging lower to the happy trails leading to his cock.
“Levi, inside. Please…” Eren hurriedly said the next second they parted for air, swallowing another lungful as he continued, “Put your cock in me, sir. Fuck my pretty cunt.”
Levi's lips crashed back into those sinful lips with a deep groan; his hand on the table shifted to grip shapely hips while his thumb was pulled out from Eren's cavern to his current priority to take off his increasingly tighter pants. As he shook off the pants to the side, the shifter had taken the task upon himself to pull down his briefs. Eren moaned shamelessly as the cock stood proudly across milky abs, the angry red head beaded with precum, circumcised and curving slightly to the right. It was the most mouth-watering cock Eren had ever laid his eyes on. His mouth suddenly felt empty, hungry for his superior’s cock to fill and abuse his throat.
“Save that for later, Eren. I have a pretty cunt to fuck.” Levi said as if he could read minds, or he actually could since Eren didn't really try to hide the hunger in his eyes.
His subordinate's face crimsoned at the repetition of his own words, adorning his already flushed chest and shoulders as scarlet bloomed across heated sun-kissed skin. Levi rubbed the tip of his cock against the shifter's hole, the muscles fluttering as if eager to suck him in.
“I’ll be gentle.”
True to his words, he did take it slow. Pushing inside inch by inch, savouring each delicious moan he received as he spread the boy impossibly wider on his girth than his fingers could. Eren's back made a beautiful bow as he sank deeper, his throat baring invitingly, and Levi accepted it, littering bites onto the already bruised skin. By the time he bottomed out, their breathing had turned ragged. Eren's virgin pussy was clenching around him like a vice, pulling a rough grunt from him as he bucked his hips, testing the waters while also allowing some time for the teen to adjust to his size.
“You’re… so big, Levi. I feel so full.” Eren gasped with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand gripping the edge of the desk while the other lay flat on the bulge under his navel. He felt so very full. His pussy tingled and throbbed, velvety walls squeezing around the thick girth as if refusing to let go, eager to make itself home for his superior's cock. And he knew that Levi agreed too, if the sudden jerk he received was anything to go by.
“I'll make you even more full, Eren.” The raven rasped as he pulled out to the hilt and pushed back in, settling at a steady gentle rhythm. Eren had him in a firm squeeze every time he pulled out, refusing to let go even a fraction of that raging shaft as he writhed on the desk, lean ankles digging into his back.
“Oh, ah. Sir–haahn–faster! Oh God. Deeper, Levi. Please!” Eren mewled, his hands clasping the edge of the desk in a death grip as he was sent rocking along with the table. The captain gladly complied, canting his hips as requested, the wooden desk creaking noisily under the force.
“At this point, I might as well get you knocked up.” Levi chuckled breathlessly more as a joke, but the slight squeeze and the unabashed moan he received in answer caused a dark look to settle on his face as he leaned in.
“How does that sound, Eren? Would you like to give it a try? Seeing how you have a cockslut for a pussy, I'd say you'll get knocked up on the first try.” The man growled into the shifter's ear, the rough press of his cock against that sweet bundle of nerves and the broken gasp he got in return emphasising his words.
“Oh, yes, fuck! Please, Levi. Breed me. Fill me up with your cum until I'm pregnant with your baby, sir.” Eren slurred in his reply, drool and tears flowing down his face while his hips rutted back into the dick impaling him.
The captain moaned roughly, relentlessly pounding deeper into what he convinced himself was Eren's womb, fingers bruising the golden flesh. The sound of skin slapping against skin rang in the office. Eren was sure that his ass would be red and stinging while his pussy would be raw and aching (for either his superior's cock or some relief off it) come morning.
“Shit, Eren. I'm going to pump you full of my cum. Fuck–keep tightening like that.” Levi hissed through gritted teeth, his muscles straining and contracting, the coil of his climax threatening to snap yet he still had the courtesy to move one hand to Eren's crotch, fingers pressing and rubbing the engorged clit in fast and desperate motions for them to come undone together.
The young cadet let out a lewd moan that bounced off the walls as he squirted between them, mouth parting in a silent gasp when Levi followed suit with a ragged moan, the crown of his cock kissing his subordinate's cervix and filling it with thick spurts of seed. He humped lazily, riding out the last surge of energy he had as he pumped Eren full, his thumbs stroking the slightly distended skin of the belly with a dreamy sigh.
Once he softened, Levi pulled out and slumped back onto his chair, pointedly ignoring how the fabric of the object was sticking onto his sweaty skin to stare at his subordinate's leaking, twitching hole. The man rolled his chair forward and traced the outline of the flared pussy, gently plunging a finger and massaging the overstimulated muscles, pushing back his cum inside.
“Levi.” Eren mewled tiredly and pushed himself up on his elbows, teal eyes staring into his superior's silver ones.
“Hm?” Levi hummed in lieu of an answer, too enraptured by the brunette's warm cunt to properly respond.
“How does my pussy taste?” Eren asked with a wide mischievous grin, purposefully clenching down on his finger.
A dark look crossed Levi's eyes, a promise of a second round, but he still answered dutifully.
“Sweet.”