#thirsting for Levi

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"such a good girl, taking me so well," levi murmured into your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he slowly thrusted back into you, his cock digging deep into your core.

you were currently bent over the bathroom counter, your legs pressed together as levi pumped in and out of you from behind at an achingly slow pace. the position made you feel tighter than usual, so it was taking every ounce of discipline within him to not give in and drill into you to chase his own high.

still, he was building you towards your own despite the lack of speed and rigor, his cock rubbing up against your sweet spot every time his hips came into contact with yours again.

"open your eyes," he commanded, ceasing to move entirely, causing you to whine in protest as you felt your building orgasm begin to fade.

you slowly peeled your eyes open and your face flushed up in embarrassment as you saw your own reflection in the mirror, your pupils blown wide and jaw slack from how much he had been teasing you throughout the entire night.

"that's a good girl," he mumbled as he began to move again, running his fingers through your hair gently, before gripping at your roots to hold you still. "keep those eyes open for me, yeah? want you to watch yourself become undone when i finally let you cum on my cock."

[sixpennydame]

Just thinking about how much Levi loves your curvy body. Soft and voluptuous, a contrast to his toned and angular form. He yearns to dig his fingers into your hips as you ride him, to sink his teeth into your round bottom. He can’t get enough of you.

[vampyrris]

girl dinner.

[lesinquietes]

Levi loves it when you smell like peppermint. It’s one of his favourite types of tea, and you’re one of his favourite adults; naturally, he feels his heart tug at the scent of you wafting by him in the hallway. You cast him a coy glance as he lingers a little too long, attracting the attention of his men. Perceptive as ever, his whole squad notices how he stares after you, starstruck by you. They don’t dare tease him about it, though Petra does offer a bit of advice here and there.

“I think she wants you to talk to her, Captain.”

“She’s pretty, isn’t she, sir?”

“Maybe you should check on her. She looks sad today.”

Thank god for Petra, because he can’t read people for shit anymore. He’s too suspicious — too skeptical. He doesn’t know if you’re into him or just friendly. Thanks to his subordinates, he’s able to tune into you more and take calculated guesses.

He does talk to you.

You are fucking pretty.

He did check on you.

It led to this — you in his arms, bare bodies tangled together, resting on his chest after an evening of lovemaking. He’s grateful for those he holds close. And he’s blessed to have you.

[vampyrial]

It’s late and you’re cuddling up with Levi, you two are making out but not really going any further or trying to. Your mouth on his, your satisfied sighs and soft thighs brushing up against his. you rub up against him inadvertently, just trying to get closer to him but he moans, drawn out a little pained. He’d been hard for as long as you two had been close.

You can’t help but do it again. and again. listening to his pretty little noises until he hisses out “stop.”

“why? it doesn’t feel good, baby?” you ask, smiling against his lips.

“it’s—” he starts when you drag yourself against him again, harder than before. “fuck”

He grabs your hips, giving in and fully letting you dry hump him. He’s basically panting now. Even as embarrassment keeps rising to the back of his mind, the pleasure currently burning through him is at the forefront. Not that he’d ever say it out loud but the fact that you’re clearing enjoying the state you’ve got him in turns him on all the more.

It’s only maybe two minutes later that he gasps and lets out a choked moan as his own hips twitch and stutter contrasting their previously fluid and desperate movements. You can feel a bit of dampness against your skin, seeped out from his sweatpants.

“Did you—” you pull away from him slightly, to look at his flushed face, lips pink, wet and slightly swollen.

“Shut up.” He’s mortified, his eyes are squeezed shut.

“Aw, Levi…that was only like three minutes. I didn’t know you could cum that fast like this.”

“Don’t…don’t be funny about it.”

“I’m not! In fact, I like it. It’s very cute.”

He opens his eyes to scowl at you on the word ‘cute’ but he takes note that there’s no ridicule in your expression…you’re being completely serious. It makes him feel a little better.

[m-jelly]

Fingers tangled. Bodies pressed together. His muscular body looming over yours.

The way he moves deep inside you makes your soul shiver in euphoria. Such raw power behind his moves and yet he's so delicate with your precious body. Each time you're joined together he showers you with pure love and affection.

The orgasmic look on your face is the most precious thing to Levi. All the moans that fell from your kissable lips were intoxicating. His hot tongue drags up your neck right over where he can feel the vibrations of your moans. Soft lips latching on and sucking a pretty mark on your skin.

His thick length fills you up. Every move he makes sends a shockwave of bliss through you. You were made for each other. An eternity of worshipping each other's bodies.

A love to remember.

Levi learns every inch of your body and how to make you shive in pure pleasure all day and night.

[happybird16]

No thoughts, just Levi's hands in official illustrations

[mysicklove]

Hi! Oh gosh, I just love your writing so much!!! I have always loved the reader being the dom, and I think you capture it all perfectly!!

If I may ask, though, what characters would enjoy thigh riding as a punishment? ( punishments are only fun if you get to enjoy them a bit lol )

thank u thank u thank u!!!

izuku would be so whiny bout it. sitting there and grabbing onto your shoulders while giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes, hoping you may find some kindness in your heart to help him just a little. lets out high-pitched complaints, and dramatic whines about how mean you're being, but continues to grind on the skin because he would never disobey you. but even if he complains about the punishment, the idea of him in your lap makes him squirm with excitement.

levi would glare at you when you brought it up. sitting begrudgingly on your thighs and staring down at his fuming cock with a frown. it doesn't feel as good as it usually does, but you are cooing at him to be good and to move for you. so even if it's a little humiliating for him, he's resting his head on your shoulder, and shakily moving, just to soak up the praise.

giyuu would cling to you the second you bring up something as ridiculous as thigh riding. he hates doing stuff on his own, and it's pretty useful for punishments (though, it's rare he gets them). but like izuku, the thought of himself in your lap makes him dizzy, and I think he would be the most desperate about it. quickly losing himself on your thigh and wondering how the hell he hated doing something like this. def has the best form lol, he's a pro rider idc idc.

tomura seems to hiss at you whenever he is in this position. full-on glaring at you while he is straddling your thighs. but you force his hips forward, and help him grind on the plush skin, and his glare seems to relax, and his lids fall heavy. eventually falls limp against your chest, and is slowly bucking his hips forward with a whimper. he's adorable, and if u push him hard enough he may cry.

chigiri would be so petty about it. "no. it's not enough, you have to touch me for real." while refusing to sit on your lap. and you just sigh, tie him up, so he has to stay still, and sit him down on your lap. he gets so horny that he squirms on your lap and eventually he gets so desperate that he begins to hump at it. without his hands to help him, he slowly begins to lose his mind because it's so much less than the usual pleasure he gets, but he doesn't even care at that point. he wants anything u give him.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

doing reverse cowgirl while riding levi and he literally has to bite himself as he watches your ass bouncing up and down on his cock—the impact of you riding him moving throughout the fat of your ass—to keep himself from cumming on the spot.

he gets frustrated that your pacing is too slow, immediately flipping the both of you over so that you're on your hands and knees as he begins fucking you stupid from behind, getting an even better view of his hips slamming into your ass, literally gripping onto you to the point of bruising to keep himself from cumming

[chosos-mascara]

levi ackerman, pillow humping while thinking of you. 400 words

Levi had more self control than this. He knew he did - combating the desire he'd had for you as if it had been another titan. Yet, he found himself laying awake at night, a sheen of sweat over his body, a ball in his throat. There were many things he'd wanted, and he knew that right at the top of that list, your name would sit highly, proudly. 

This wouldn't be the first time he'd rolled a fist over himself while thinking of you. There were a few memories he'd gone to, moments where he'd caught a glimpse of your bare skin when he shouldn't have looked, or fixated on the curve of your ass - accentuated by the uniform straps. Today, there had been a specific scene replaying within his mind, the root of the ache between his thighs. 

He'd been behind you, riding horseback. You'd led the way, describing a new formation to squad leaders, a hunched position. The bounce of your body over the saddle, the arch of your back as you controlled your weight. 

It was pathetic, really. Levi understood he'd been desperate, yet found his hand trailing toward his member with a sigh between parted lips. Though, as he pumped himself languidly, he'd known his fist wouldn't suffice tonight. Every roll of his hips left him unsatisfied as his leaking tip begged for more friction. He'd thought about it, how pathetic he'd felt, yet he found himself rolling over anyway. 

He brought the pillows toward him, arching the cotton and pressing himself against the curve. One supported his upper body, a place to press his face and suppress stray moans, while the other had been folded to grasp at his cock. There had been a hiss at the initial roll of hips, a twang of relief. The need for more drove him to continue, humping motion as he leaned forward. If he concentrated, he could picture you beneath him, missionary position, his tinted cheeks hidden in the darkness around him. The quiet movements of the bed, ones he'd known would be much louder if he'd been able to have his way with you. 

Your name, lost into the plush of fabric as he thrusted helplessly against the pillow, hips bucking in sporadic and needy movements, chasing the release he'd so desperately wanted. Once the high would hit, he'd known the burning within him would subside, at least for a few more nights. 

[vampyrris]

first kiss.

“it’s so chilly outside. nice.” you sighed, perched on the windowsill of levi’s office.

“tch, only you would say that. it’s fucking freezing.”

you pouted and closed the window. “how does no one else get hot? i don’t even wear pants when i go to sleep because i get so hot.”

levi scoffed. “you have too much energy, always bouncing on your feet. wouldn’t be surprised to learn if you slept naked.”

you pursed your lips as your gaze lingered on his tense figure still hunched over his report. “i have considered it, but i’d be scandalizing my roomies.”

“i’ve heard them complain multiple times how if you could walk naked in the hallways, you would.”

you giggled and shrugged, walking over to him. “i mean, that’s a little presumptuous.” you leaned in, draping your arms over his shoulders and resting your chin atop his head. “would you stop going over that? you’ve checked yours and mine literally all evening. we should turn them in before erwin chews our ass out.”

he tched under his breath again. “have to make sure i noted every little detail.”

with a dramatic sigh, you covered his eyes with your hands, blocking his vision. “wrap. it. up. we have to go for supper in a bit.”

seizing ahold of your wrists, levi tilted his head back against the chair. he removed your hands from his eyes and drew you towards him.

caught off guard, an involuntary yelp escaped your lips, your body jolting with surprise at the unexpected closeness to him.

his steel-gray eyes bore into yours, flickering with unnamed emotion.

“don’t test me.”

a strand of your hair came loose, falling onto levi’s face thanks to you being literally inclined above him.

“test you? captain, you have me at the flirtiest position one could only imagine being in.” you replied, wiggling your brows at him, even as your heart fluttered in your chest.

his unwavering eyes didn’t leave your face.

he loosened his grip on your wrist and brought his hand to your face. then slowly, he neatly tucked the strand of hair behind your ear.

you let out a small breath. your eyes flitted to his mouth without warning, only to find them slightly parted, and wet.

“levi..” you whispered.

you felt his hand reach behind your head, and slowly pull you down.

he stopped just when your lips were a breath apart from his.

his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on—but you had a feeling yours shone the same.

you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his soft, pillowy ones.

neither of you moved, locked in the position with your mouths molded against each other. then slowly, you began moving your lips, sucking in his plump bottom lip and licking at it. you swallowed levi’s soft gasp, as he opened up and your tongues found their way to each other.

his fingers tightened at the roots of your hair as he pulled you closer, eliciting a small noise from you.

keeping your mouths connected, you carefully maneuvered around him and gracefully sat on his lap. a shared sigh of relief escaped the both of you. his hands came up to cup your face as he slanted his mouth over yours, the obscene sounds of you sucking and kissing each other the only thing breaking the silence in his vacant office.

and as if on cue, a sharp double-knock sounded, followed by the creaking noise of a handle turning and..

“dinner ti—oh shit! oh shit!” hange’s voice bellowed before the loud slam of the door shutting close.

levi broke the kiss, his glossy lips parted as he panted. his cheeks were in a deep flush. you couldn’t help the small giggle that left your mouth at his embarrassed state.

a delicate thread of your mingled saliva hung between your mouths, and levi’s blush deepened when he noticed.

“we just scandalized hange.” he said softly, a small smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.

you let out another laugh. “we did. and i..don’t feel too guilty about it,” you bit your own swollen lip, looking at him shyly.

his brows scrunched together as he let out a pained groan. “don’t look at me like that, we really have to go.”

you nodded your agreement as you looked away, your throat drying up from the indecent thoughts that threatened to flood your brain. you felt his hand falling from your face to your waist, squeezing your side.

“we should go, and turn those godforsaken reports in before dinner.” you said, making to get off of him. your cheeks heated as you realized how quickly you had resonated to just sitting on his lap to your convenience when you were kissing him.

your lips tingled. you could still taste him in your mouth.

shaking your head, you rid yourself of such thoughts. you were already halfway off his lap, when levi dragged you down with no warning, and you flopped back onto his thighs with a quiet gasp.

you looked at him questioningly.

his eyes were glassy, as they fell to your lips. “can we do that one more time before we go?”

[lesinquietes]

I’m thinking of Yandere!Levi drugging and touching you all over… plotting to take you as his one day 🤭

⚠️ mdni. drugging. noncon touching.

He insists that you have a cup of peppermint tea every day to maintain good health. You are his personal secretary, after all; if he wants to keep up with his daily tasks, he needs you performing at peak capacity. You’re crucial to his operation.

It’s funny. When Erwin insisted he get an attendent to help with his organization, he did so begrudgingly; now, he can’t imagine life without your aid. Your warmth brightens his darkest days, and when no one else can make him feel through his numbness — a byproduct of excessive loss and agonizing trauma — you always manage to stir up something in his frigid chest.

That’s why he begins to drug you.

It starts out innocently enough. He lets you nap here and there. The sedative helps soothes you. You’re adorable when you’re locked in a deep slumber. The way you drool and hum softly lights his heart on fire. He fantasizes about falling asleep next to you every night, listening to the sound of your breathing as he dozed off. Maybe with you there, he’ll finally be able to rest. He makes it his mission to find out.

That’s when the drugging turns dark.

One evening, after you collapse at your desk from the effects of his drug, he decides against carrying you to the couch; instead, he sweeps you off to his bed. He reasons that you might want to be more comfortable, especially at this time of night, and that he’s doing you a favour. In reality, he’s doing himself a favour. But when has he ever been selfish? Not since he wanted to sacrifice Armin to revive his old friend.

Twisted as it may be, Levi thinks he deserves this.

His hands roam. He gropes and feels you. He relishes in the texture of your skin beneath his palm. Silver irises lock onto your clothed breasts when you inhale sharply. He battles the urge to finger your nipples, plucking them until they’re erect and ready for his mouth. He can’t subject you to such pleasure yet; that’s reserved for when you’re conscious. He implores himself to keep outside your garments and not get ahead of the plan.

He’ll get your body used to his touch first; then, when he’s stimulated and teased you enough in slumber, that your temptation for him is clouding your mind, he’ll wait for you to beg. And you will beg. Playing the long game, he’s proven how much he wants you; it’s your turn to prove how much you want him.

[rivangel]

May I request hcs for levi sucking his afab spouse's breasts after a hard day

hi these became not hcs then it got So out of hand😭😭😭😭😭😭and i got carried away. pls forgive?

//afab!switch!Reader/switch!Levi | cumfort | creampie | messssyy pwp/quickie | dirty talk | praise | established relationship

wc - 1.3k

Levi crawls under the covers, rousing you. In the dark, late night, he had finally gotten home and now, out of the shower, lacking the energy to do much more than snuggle up to your back and wrap you in his arms. 

You wriggle around his way, breathing in clean lotion and soap, and embrace him. Surprisingly he doesn’t chide you to go back to sleep—it’s a gesture he seems to appreciate. Like usual, he practically plasters himself to you, squirming to get comfortable.

That’s when you feel him against your thigh, just a little. And like he can read your mind, his breathing hitches where it fans your lips, and he huffs, more irritated than anything. To be exhausted, but to need more, too.

You press your lips to his. “Hard day?”

You hear his raspy, quiet voice, “Missed you.”

The words by themselves would hit hard, much less like this when he’s sleepy and a little horny. “C’mere,” you murmur, guiding his mouth low to your neck. At first he gently mouths at the tender skin there. 

Half smiling, you stream your fingers in his hair and bring his lips lower, where your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and the suggestion of supple weight and warmth under your loose slip. Easy to sleep in, also easy to peel the neckline down and cause your breasts to spill out. 

He breathes in deeply, promptly kissing the apex of your chest. It’s not the first time you’ve done this.

His hand glides up from your waist, his palm stretching across one, squeezing it hungrily before kissing your nipple in apology. You gasp a bit. 

He buries his face, cradling the gentle weight of them both in his hands. As he mouths and kisses mindlessly more, his cock, snug with your bare thigh, hardens. You always like it pressed against you, as if that much more desperate to be touched.

You hum, loving both this feeling and the needy, almost doting attention he drowns your tits in. His breaths are getting heavier, and so hot. Every now and then—somehow knowing just how to turn you on—his thumb will flick your nipple, more, and then harder till they’re stiff enough to squeeze gently between his thumb and fingers. He tugs very lightly on them, just until you whine, then soothes the pinch with more kisses. 

You moan, grateful when he pops one into his mouth, somehow much hotter than his breath. It seems like he was keeping from drooling, or his mouth is just that wet, but he’s breathing hard now, and you can feel through his tight boxers where he’s gotten too turned on. 

“That’s it, baby…” As he builds up to sucking, you bring one of your hands from his messy hair and take a handful of his firm, round ass. He groans, following your guidance and lazily starts to rock his hips. Apparently, he needs to relax more than to cum, despite how hard he is, with more of his attention clearly being poured into sucking on your breasts with just enough pressure. He does this ceaselessly, till your nipples are puffy and sensitive, and you’re so wet it soaks your panties the first time you squirm since you started. Somehow, he picks up on this without feeling it, till he—finally easing up—slips one hand between your inner thighs and curses. You’ve soaked through your panties.

You start to say his name, embarrassed, when his fingers slide under, and glide wetly between your lips. If you strain your hearing and if your shared breathing wasn’t so heavy, you might hear your wet pussy being played with. 

“You’re soaked. So that’s how it is, huh.”

You can’t stop from moaning, shivering as he lightly rubs your swollen clit. Your fingers hook on his elastic waistband, just a bit tighter than you meant. “Levi? Please?”

He stops suckling, kisses your nipple and then answers. “This is gonna be hard to believe, but you don’t need this as much as I do. It’s really pathetic, but… I did miss you.”

He has a loose tongue when he’s tired, but you missed him too.

It’s a messy rush, but with his boxers down to his ankles, your panties pulled to the side, and your leg propped around his waist, he guides himself into place by dragging his cock through your folds, smearing your lips and clit. You think you might die before finally, he pushes inside, and groans, and shivers as you reel, mouth agape. Despite no preparation, your walls ease open for his stiff cock, welcoming and quivering tightly, reluctant to let him go even a bit. He sinks in but bottoms out quickly, groaning. “So tight… Feel so good around me…”

He doesn’t ever move till you say, though. It almost takes too long just to waste your breath but you manage to croak something out and he begins fucking you with earnest, deep and incessant because you both need this despite heavy eyes and heavy limbs. You need this before you pass out, but if he needs more he can go on fucking you like that anyway. You’d tell him if his cock didn’t feel so fucking good, blanking out every thought besides faster, deeper, Levi, please. Your drool is dripping from his chin and you can hardly keep hold around his muscular back, slippery with sweat, but he’s fucking you good.

“Oh fuck, Levi…”

He starts to ram into you harder, with fuller thrusts, but it seems he can’t put up with not being balls-deep in your pussy for any actual length of time before craving you again. Not that you blame him when you’re kind of not letting him. Fucking like rabbits. 

He whines, into your ear. “I need to cum… Fuck. You’re doing so good. Gonna make me cum.”

“Wanna—yeah”—your hand falls down to rub your clit, tearing a moan from you—“Yeah, yeah, fuck that’s a good boy.”

“Mm. Mm—…” He buries his face deep in your neck, closing his teeth on that spot and sucking. “Mine. Mine…”

Based on feel alone, the tensing of his body and the throb in his cock, you know he’s getting close. He’s getting more noisy, too. 

You rub your clit in firmer circles, gasping and holding him tightly—you’re almost…—and he shudders, a moaned mumble in your neck of something you don’t make out at first. He moaned your name. 

“Nng—I’m cumming, Levi,” you gasp in his ear, gasping and rambling. “Good boy—fuck, fuck, fucking rail me, oh god, don’t stop—”

“A-Ah—”

One needy slam hits home, then, with his pace stammering and his cock swelling in you. He takes a breath as if about to cry out, but his climax is too powerful to even make a sound over it—to do nothing except fuck you through your own, shooting electrifying pleasure through your whole body, trembling you to the core. 

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, just oozing in his satisfaction, then sinks his teeth in, and bites, hard. Your eyes roll. And true to his word from before, he eagerly fills you with his cum with every thick throb of his cock, pumping rhythmically. You’re so full. 

You come down and catch your breath. Of course, Levi recovers a lot sooner than you, and slips out. He kisses your forehead, and wipes a few beads of sweat he judges to be too close to your eyes, it seems. Even on the brink of exhaustion, his first priority is caring for you after. “You okay?”

Your eyes crack open. Your nipples are more sore than anything, but he looks too cute and sleepy like this to tease right now. “Mhm.” You smile, and kiss him.

| more Levi smut |

[sixpennydame]

Just thinking about spending the night with Fiancé!Levi in your childhood bedroom. This is the first time Levi is seeing your family home and the room you spent your adolescent and teenage years in. Your mother is incredibly sentimental and not much has changed since you moved out in college. There’s still posters on the walls and pictures of high school friends on the bulletin board above your desk. Levi looks around at the trinkets lined up on the dresser and the dried flowers in a vase - evidence of the girl you were before he knew you.

“You ever bring any guys in here?” he asks casually. “Oh….I snuck one or two in,” you smirk. “And what would you do in here with them?” He sits on the bed and then pulls you over to stand in between his legs. “A teenage boy sneaking into a girl’s bedroom only wants one thing,” he says as his hands move up your legs and under your nightgown. You work your fingers through his smooth, black hair. “Well, there was a lot of touching and kissing…exploring…” your breath hitches as he pulls your underwear down.

With your parents in the next room, it suddenly feels very naughty to have Levi in here with you. Especially since you’re currently sitting on his face as he eats you out. You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet while Levi sucks on your clit. “Did any of those teenage brats make you feel this good?” he asks, taking a breath. You shake your head. “No definitely not.”

“Good. Now sit back down - I’m not finished with you.”

[happybird16]

He's loyally holding your bags and following you from store to store, waiting for you to finish picking out lingerie so he can take you home and fuck you in it.

[vampyrial]

thoroughbred.

summary: You and Levi have been paired up. For what task? Propagating the species, of course.

warnings: nsfw (mdni), dubcon (not from anything Levi or Reader do, but because this is about state sanctioned breeding for repopulation, basically and those in authority are a little overzealous when it comes to making sure you're doing your part.)

contains: afab reader, breeding (duh), little plot, fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism

author’s note: here, have the fruit of my ovulation horny mind. this will be multiple parts.

Restoration was a considerable effort. Many lives were lost in the war and those who remained were of considerable strength to have survived. They were of excellent stock, and in them lay the hope for the future.

It was agreed upon not to openly call it a breeding program, even if that was its more accurate title. Its official title was ‘The Propagation Project’, a far more tolerable name. You would be paired with a genetically suitable match, your cycle would be closely tracked and a few days out of the month would be set aside for you to…perform your duties. This was still a trial run, there were areas that would probably be improved in its second incarnation but mainly, everyone was just hoping something would come of it so that there could be a second incarnation.

Each pair would be paired until their prime childbearing years were over, all of their children being from each other. It was thought that this would reduce consanguinity. Matches were made based solely on the genes of each candidate, strong and agile with strong and agile, generally. Though, amongst those who were of the most desirable genes, there was some flexibility regarding personal preference. It was necessary to be more accommodating towards their whims, particularly the whims of those who would be doing the labor. Besides that, there were a few already established couples and it made sense to simply pair them if there was no drastic genetic incompatibility rather than risk contaminating the results and wasting the efforts of the candidates.

Your match was Levi Ackerman, your captain. You two were both of extremely desirable genes, though you hadn’t chosen each other, it was more that you felt more comfortable with him than any other candidate. When registering to be matched, they asked who you would hope to be matched with and you answered with Levi. He was just someone you knew you could trust and someone you knew you were attracted to. You hoped he felt the same as Levi hadn’t had any objections to the match. You wondered if he’d given your name when he was asked who he hoped his match would be.

You knew it didn’t really matter whether or not he was attracted to you, they had aphrodisiacs that would make him want you either way if need be. But you, like most everyone else involved in the project, didn’t want to just have sex because innovation allowed for such powerful drugs which made breeding like rabbits easier nor because you needed to propagate the species. You wanted there to at least be something there that wasn’t obligation. Something purely yours between yourself and the man who would father your children. You hoped that wasn’t asking too much.

So as to be sure you had done your duties, the first go around would be in a designated place, a building repurposed into a hotel of sorts. It was lovingly dubbed “the stable.” You and Levi had gone up to the room you were assigned, finding that an attendant would be waiting outside the door while you “consummated” as she put it. It seemed that losing a fertile day and wasting sperm could be punishable offenses with how strict they were. It had been explained to you that she would be checking the room afterward for fluids as proof as well as doing an inspection of you. With how desperately the population needed to bounce back and how much money was poured into the project you understood the fiscal implications behind their meticulousness but it all felt so sterile.

The room was plain looking and better than you’d thought it’d be, you’d half expected a pile of hay. A bed made with white sheets, nightstands, lamps hung on either side of the bed, a faded rug, thick curtains cutting off all but a sliver of the red afternoon light. On the right was the washroom. On the left nightstand, there were two blue vials of the aphrodisiac, also cursed with some deeply unfortunate name that you refused to recall.

“Should we…?” You asked nodding toward them, breaking the silence.

“You can if you think you need to, I’ll go without.”

His voice was low and every word went straight to your clouded little head. “No, I don’t need to.” You were bashful from the suddenness of your desire but it felt less like a job with the arousal already warming your body.

“May I?” He asked, brushing his fingers over the hem of your shirt. You nodded, not trusting yourself with words.

He pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it onto a chair by the window. He kissed the exposed skin of your neck down to your shoulder, his hand was cold as it ran up your back reaching for the clasp of your bra. You were practically shivering by the time you’d been made completely bare, Levi pushed you backwards onto the bed, earning a surprised yelp. He slipped his jacket off and crawled onto you, planting open mouthed kisses on your breasts before parting his pretty lips and taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swept over it, driving gasps from your mouth and making you squirm beneath him. Your fists balled in his shirt.

You could feel yourself becoming slick as he went on, hands caressing everywhere but your cunt. You pushed your hips up toward him, trying to gain more friction brushing against him and feeling his cock brush against your thigh. He hissed at the contact and pressed your hips flat down against the bed, putting an end to your writhing. You whined and although you would probably feel embarrassed for it later, you let a hand wander downward to touch yourself. Levi intercepted it and your other hand, holding it above your head.

You thought you’d done something wrong but then he slipped his other hand down your body to touch you through your panties, teasing you, making a wet spot on them. He palmed against your panties feeling them grow all the more obviously soaked, his fingers long and deft as you remembered from being grasped by them, pulled back from danger. You had begun to beg, forgetting all about the attendant outside who could most certainly hear you. “Please…” It was unbecoming behavior in front of your captain but that in and of itself was a bit appealing.

“You don’t have to beg me” He said in a hushed voice, finally pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I was just getting you ready.” He slipped your panties over and slipped a finger through your lips right up to your clit. His breaths were heavier hotter once he felt you, slick as satin.

“Captain…” You said as he pulled back to strip your panties off, his gray eyes staring straight at your cunt, slipping a finger in and seeming amused by how much slick there already was.

“You’re going to call me captain even in a situation like this?” He laughed, a little meanly you thought.

You nearly pouted. “You’re my captain...” You answered, lamely.

He scoffed. “Don’t call me that, it reminds me of why we’re here. Call me by my name so that I can forget we’re breeding stock.”

He slipped a second finger in before you could respond, then a third, stretching you as he pistoned them in and out. You could have cried for the teasing way he missed just slightly missed every spot you need from him, just grazing against the part of you that would make you absolutely serenade the attendant outside. He’s being cruel on purpose, too. Every time he misses, brushes against a place inside that makes you shudder, he says “Here?” with the most earnest smile you’ve ever seen grace his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, sopping wet. He spread them apart to admire the way your sticky arousal webbed between his fingers. “You really like being teased like this?” It wasn’t really a question, he sounded as if in awe.

“You’re definitely ready now” He murmured. You could feel it, slick at your thighs and underneath you and dripping from Levi’s fingers. He slipped them into his mouth, a deep pink blush spreading across his skin.

“Then, you too. Take your clothes off, too” You croak.

He obliged, stripping down to his boxers which were soaked with his sticky precum that wet the fabric with ease each time he felt you squeeze around him. His cock slipped past your swollen folds as he slowly slid in, carefully. Your legs were atop Levi’s hard, muscled thighs as he split you open. A moan tore free from his lips as he bottomed out.

“Fuck” He gritted his teeth.

He was finally pressing against that spot that made you feel like steel in a forge. Your agonized moans filled the room, one would think he was torturing you. He was moving quite slowly, gently, rocking his hips against you. Your pussy swallows him and as he savors the feeling, he is struck utterly dumb and unable to speak. He makes sure to kiss your cervix with each stroke for even as his body is inundated with pleasure greater than any he’s ever known, he still hasn’t completely forgotten his purpose.

You cling to him, your hands clutching the firm flesh of his biceps as your nails dug into his skin, tracing the old scars left from this and that. All the sense in your body is utterly fried, you’re babbling like a drunken fool.

“Levi cum inside me, please, please.” You knew you needn’t beg but you desired it more than anything and you were nearly in tears with the urgency of your need.

“Be quiet” Levi nearly choked. “I– I’m close.”

“Cum inside me” You beg again. “Breed me.” You had obviously gone insane, he’d already told you to let him forget and you thought he’d cool off upon hearing your idiotic ramble. However, soon as the words left your mouth he immediately set a punishing pace. Each kiss of his cock inside you brought you closer, more reckless, a mess. Shaky moans freed from his lips.

“Th-there…! It’s okay, you can breed me, please, Levi” You begged breathlessly as you reached your end, pulsating around him as he continued to bury his cock inside you with astounding preciseness, mercilessly pounded into that sweet spot that prolonged your orgasm until you were tender and sensitive.

“Oh fuck.” Levi released with a tortured groan, rather dutifully not wasting a drop. Even as his cum began to seep out of you slightly, he pushed your legs back as far as possible and fucked it back in, stuffing as much as possible where it belongs.

It was a breathtaking feeling, him filling you with rope after rope of his cum, it seemed he came a lot for even after a few seconds he was still spilling. Your mouth was agape all the while, a string of saliva between your lips. He leaned to kiss you, all tongues, sloppy and lustful, each of you needing the other to hold onto. Each of you eating the moans from the other’s mouth, almost sounding melodic in a carnal sort of harmony.

You did not part from each other for quite some time until you heard a knock at the door. “Give us a minute” Levi called, brow furrowing in annoyance. He pulled out of you, slowly. He dressed quickly and then helped you into your clothing before opening the door to the smiling attendant.

“I apologize, was I interrupting?” She asked.

Yes, Levi wanted to say. “What do you want?”

“Have you consummated?” God, she was straightforward wasn’t she?

“Yes, we fucked.” But Levi was just as deadpan.

“Excellent. Now I’ll need to inspect you.” She was referring to you, you had forgotten it was coming. “If you’d please undress the bottom half for me.” She pulled on a latex glove. God, she meant…

“I’ll need to ensure that you have properly consummated” She continued, unflinchingly somehow, with the same smile.

“What the fuck?” Levi exclaimed what you were thinking.

You shimmied out of your panties and spread your legs slightly. She pushed them open wider and pressed you onto your stomach over the bed, gently. You turned to gawk at her, shocked. You hadn’t known what the inspection would entail but it was certainly not whatever this was.

Levi frowned, stepping in closer and grasping her arm. “Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” Your thoughts exactly.

“I’m examining her, it’s easier in this position. It’s necessary for confirmation or else, I can’t flag the two of you as having completed your task. Please, this will only take a moment.” She stuck a finger inside you suddenly making you gasp, she pushed it far as it could go and twisted it around as if swabbing before pulling it out. A long. stretching string of sticky cum followed, stuck to her finger. The woman admired it for a moment. Levi watched, aghast even as his cock throbbed in his trousers against his will. What was wrong with him? The sex had surely gone to his head if he was getting turned on watching this. He hated that his body contradicted him, particularly now that it was contradicting the disgust he felt at learning the extent to which they’d go in order to ensure you’d done your ‘duty’.

“Very good, you two. I apologize for the inconvenience, it won’t need to continue on now that we have certainty.” You stood back up, pulling your trousers back on. “You two are free to continue until about eight.” She took her leave.

“Are you alright?” He asked, something was still stirring from the scene and it felt dishonest to you to ask something like that knowing what was on his mind. The way you avoided his gaze made him feel a tinge of guilt but he knew he deserved it.

“Yes, it was just…embarrassing. I didn’t know it’d be like that but I might’ve guessed, this is the stable after all.”

“Don’t remind me” He answered. “You can shower first, you’ve earned that much.”

You didn’t argue. You got into the near scalding water and tried not to think about having been bent over like that, inspected for the evidence of his cum before your captain. Let alone the fact that you had just fucked him. It was all too much to bear, maybe it wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t liked it so much, if even bent over before him, you hadn’t felt some glimmer of arousal spark back up. You were wrong when you thought the first time would be the hardest, it would be the second, having to see him again knowing you begged him to breed you, knowing you were practically fingered in front of a man who used to make you do drills. In the bathroom, luckily, there were changes of clothes and bags for the soiled ones. You knew you were taking your sweet time by military standards but you were stalling so that you didn’t have to look at him, he who had returned to being just your captain by now.

When you came out, Levi was sitting in the chair near the window, eyes closed and his expression weary. Had the day taken as much out of him as it had you?

“Goodnight, captain.” His eyes fluttered open, grey eyes fixing on you not with disgust but with vague curiosity for which you were relieved.

“Goodnight.” His voice was subdued, quiet. He did not stand and enter the washroom immediately as you thought he might, he seemed lost in thought. You supposed you would be too, when you were alone.

He was still sitting there bathed in the blue of early evening when you closed the door behind you, his face turned toward the window. In the light of the hallway, you could see a light blush dusted his cheeks.