#alpha!levi

He raises his eyebrows as if he were surprised. "Is... is it gonna be different from the betas I've--?"

Captain Levi tsks softly, pulling his shirt over his head and taking a moment to fold it carefully before placing it upon the desk seated by the porthole window; he glances at the rain pelting persistently against its glass. His response was short, to the point. "Betas don't have a knot."

Your abdomen tightened at the mention of a knot, the wetness in the seat of your underwear growing uncomfortable. You swallow thickly as Levi turns to face you.

Your eyes fall over the planes of his chest, the sight of him in only his trousers, his pale skin so pretty in the dim light of your cabin. You feel your mouth water when his hands fall down to his belt, working at the buckle. You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out.

"Hush, Omega."

The stirring in your belly was becoming a whirlwind, your lips drawing into a tight frown. Shaking, your hands creep upward to the straps of your tank top, and you start pulling. If it weren't for your forsaken heat brain, you knew it would feel awkward to undress before your Captain. But for the life of you, you couldn't put it together... why you craved such an audience...

You found yourself wanting him to watch. You wanted to hear his breath hitch in his throat as you eased the cup of your bra down below your breast and groped your skin. You wanted to feel his pulse quicken beneath your touch when you looped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a sensual kiss. You wanted to feel his cock throbbing in your tight grasp--

Your hands pause over the clasp of your bra, realizing you had only two articles of clothing separating you from your corporal's increasingly hungry gaze. The tension in the air is thick, and you can barely keep your head up beneath its weight. Your eyes fall to his lips, newly wet with his spit as he licks them.

"Can I kiss you, Captain?”

Levi narrows his eyes, processing your request. He supposes he shouldn't deny you the comfort, even though the better half of him knows it isn't a grand idea. Kissing was for lovers, and you were only his soldier. He was doing you a favor. Alas, he found himself approaching you, reclaiming his seat on your thin mattress. His hands meet your bare waist as he leans over you, preparing to claim your mouth with his own.

Your heart thumps in your chest. Is it really happening? You suddenly find yourself worrying about the messiness of your cabin or the smell of your heat oozing out everywhere… your doubts are soon interrupted by Levi’s thumb and forefinger pinching your chin, tilting your face towards his. His lips hovering over yours, he growls lightly, “Right here, in this moment, I am not your Captain.”

His lips are plusher, warmer than you expected. You welcome the contact, whimpering softly and immediately tangling your fingers into his raven locks.

His scent envelopes you, dominating your senses, easing your inner turmoil, even if only slightly. He smells of rain and forests, woodsy and clean. You inhale it as if he were your life source, clinging desperately to every breath.

Your head is still spinning, a sphere of anxiety still turning, deep and heavy within your gut. You will your body to loosen up. If you could just relax, maybe you could close your eyes and forget who it was that was wedging himself between your legs, his kisses increasing in their fervor at an agonizingly slow pace. Maybe you could forget how it was Captain Levi slipping his tongue in between the cleft of your lips, demanding entry. His hand was sneaking up to your neck, tentative but steadfast in doing so.

Moving from your chin to your cheek, Levi softly-- so soft, you thought you had imagined it --caresses the side of your face. You shudder at the intimate touch, the discomfort in your tummy beginning to settle down as he lent himself to you. His skin was growing hotter, he was beginning to drip sweat onto your chest as he commences to rutting his hips against your core mindlessly. As your storm had calmed, his was only dawning; your bodies pick up the pace, grinding desperately against each other as if you had done this a hundred times.

Too soon, he breaks away from you. And naturally-- as if you needed to feel any more shameless --you cry out for him, in a way that makes you feel not only pitiful, but downright dirty. "A-alpha," you keen, reaching for him. "Please..,"

Captain Levi has a moment of pause, then. His hands, which were poised over his trousers, stop moving entirely of their own accord. That word, rather that title, had not been uttered in his presence in a very long time. Too long, he was beginning to think, as the hairs at the nape of his neck prickle and a growl forms deep in his chest. He takes a deep breath. Two deep breaths.

As a young Omega, you had been warned of ruts from a very young age. Stay away from Alphas acting strangely. Stay close to your Alpha brothers when able. Once you'd joined the Scouts, it was stay close to your Alpha Captain... following that logic, you'd be in a pickle. You didn't miss the way something instinctual flickers within his gaze, almost as if a switch had been flipped-- a big, heavy, dusty switch. All it took was one word, and you had him crumbling before you. Could you tell? He wondered, somewhere in the far corner of his mind.

Levi is unmoving for a time, his calculating gaze never leaving you, while you squirm and reach for him. He hadn't been in a rut since he was a young Alpha, still learning how to use his knot. Compatible mates were few and far between, a fact he'd come to be grateful for as he grew older and his priorities changed. He hadn't expected this to come of you, an Omega he'd likely have never run into had he stayed underground. What shall I do with you, Little Omega?

Caught in the heat of his steely stare, you could practically feel yourself dripping, further wetting the already drenched fabric beneath you. It was all so unbearably uncomfortable, and yet you felt as if you could only wait. For what, you didn't know.

You utter a single word within one last pathetic whimper before the Alpha made any move at all. "Sorry," you speak softly, finally daring to look away.

In all of your time with the Scouts, you knew well just how fast the Captain could move. However, being his target was something else entirely. He dives for you with grace, his warm palms colliding with your bare middle as he settles between your thighs, nudging your legs apart with ease.

"Ah!" You echo pitifully through the small cabin as the Alpha extends an arm, collecting a mess of your hair so quickly, you have no time to process the pain before your mouth is against his once more. This kiss-- if you could call it that --is fervid, desperate, carnivorous as if he were trying to consume you all in one go. It's teeth, tongue, and everything in between as you writhe into his touch, reaching a trembling hand between your legs, giving your aching wetness the attention it had been begging for since you woke up.

With a growl, Levi snatches your wrist away from your dripping center, advancing on you so that you are not only below him, but lying supine beneath him entirely. He breaks the kiss to reach down, swiftly removing his fatigues that have been settled loose around his waist the entire time. Your eyes immediately fall to the bulge in his briefs, the strain of his Alpha cock against the thin fabric looking incredibly uncomfortable.

"Eyes up," he commands, and you oblige without hesitation. You are frozen in his gaze, watching as he hungrily paws at your exposed flesh, his warm hands making you blush. He unclasps your bra in record time, tossing it aside without a care. You don't dare break eye contact with the Captain as he kneels forward, placing a featherlight kiss on your sternum while tenderly massaging the soft tissue and relishing in your pretty little gasps when his fingers pinch the stiff peaks of your nipples.

Between kisses and licks, he speaks to you in a breathy growl with what you can tell are the last few bites of self control that he's got in him. "We're compatible mates," he says, calling your attention to his lips. You can only watch as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it harshly and then releasing it with a small pop! "I plan on knotting you, Omega. We need to finish what we've started."

Shakily, you nod. All you can do was watch, the air now missing from your lungs. You continue to run your hands through his dampened hair while he trails more tiny kisses down your abdomen, stopping at your underwear, already thoroughly soaked with the evidence of your arousal. You can hear Levi groan deep in his throat.

He tugs the fabric down from your hips, over your thighs, knees, and then onto the floor. With one last glimpse at his silver orbs, you wince at the first contact he makes with your center. You are delighted for it to be his tongue.

"Levi--!" You expel, your eyes clamped tightly shut, your thighs threatening to flatten his head between them. His large hands grasp them easily, prying them apart to give you his attention. You can tell his patience is thin, the look in his eyes speaking for him. "What is it, Omega?"

"Y-you don't have to do that!" You squeak, fighting the urge to bite your lip when you feel him trail a finger down your leaking slit. "I-it's okay. We can just... get the hard part over with and be d-done."

He cocks a brow at you, but you wouldn't have noticed anyway. Your eyes are drawn shut still, blush hot on your face as you buck against his finger, alternating between prodding at your entrance and twirling wet, messy circles around your throbbing clit. "Are you not having fun, soldier?" Your eyes open spontaneously because he just spit on your fucking pussy. As if you needed any more lubrication. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, making such a fucking mess."

His head is back between your thighs. Tossing your head backwards, you cannot help the cry of 'alpha!' that slips from your lips in your wanton ecstasy. You're so wet with slick and sweat, you can only barely differentiate the pressure of his tongue from the pressure of his finger, but you can tell that one is swirling gentle circles around your clit and the other one is greedily slurping from your sodden core. He must be acting on instinct with the way he devours you like a man starved, you think.

You feel him inside you, finally. Two fingers deep, you can feel his digits pumping and scissoring within your walls, massaging the parts of you that haven't been touched in months. "I-I just meant, if you don't want t-to get messy--,"

"Mating is messy," he says, so matter-of-factly that you'd think he was talking about the weather. "I need to prepare you, Omega. You've never taken an Alpha before."

So chivalrous, you think with an internal scoff.

"Alpha," you cry once more, unable to fend off the sense of an impending climax. "I-I'm so close...,"

He growls, working harder at your essence, now slipping three fingers easily into your sopping mess of a cunt. He fingers you, growling all the while, watching as you writhe under his touch with such beautiful urgency. You're sweating, the sweat beading on your forehead, your puffy lips fixed into a pout as you jerk your hips every which way, desperate for release. "More," you cried, your stupid Omega pussy aching to be filled, and fingers just weren't going to cut it-- even if they did belong to an Alpha. Your Alpha.

But Levi wasn't ready to spoil this quite yet. He tsked and shook his head, the slightest ghost of a smirk spreading across his face at the disappointed whimper you release. "Make do, Omega," he tells you, his voice deeper than it was before. "Fall apart for me."

"Alpha," you weep pitifully, actual tears forming as you focus on climbing the mountain, reaching your peak for your Alpha. Do it for your Alpha.

"A-ah!" You cry out one last time, your walls fluttering around Levi's fingers as he continues to pump them-- he knew it wouldn't be long before your perfect little breeding body is ready for more. "I-I'm cumming, Alpha," you moan softly, allowing yourself to tumble into the depths of pleasure, finally slipping from that wonderful ledge. You orgasm in blinding technicolor, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

For a moment, you feel relieved. It's like a cool breeze on a hot summer day; welcomed, unexpected, but short-lived. You have maybe three minutes of rest, drool seeping pooling at the corners of your mouth, lips sore from all of the kissing and biting, your eyes closed and your hair flayed out onto the pillow beneath you. It'd been a long, long time since anyone other than yourself managed to get you off. You could shrug it off as being due to your heat, but a darker part of you knew that Levi was a large piece of the puzzle. Levi, the Alpha set on mating you, and those damn hands. Those damn hands attached to those damn fingers that were still massaging your quivering wetness.

"Spent already?" He asks suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts as a fresh pool of your arousal forms in the palm of his hand. "I think you've got another one in you, yeah?"

"No!" You shake your head fervidly. "Not your fingers!"

"No?" He repeats slowly, pulling them from your searing wetness.

"'Need you, Alpha," you groan, the coil in your tummy tightening once more. "'Need your knot...,"

Before you know it, you're clenching around nothing. Sputtering out a disappointed whine, you squirm and cry and reach out for your Alpha, who had given you the world and then taken it away just as quickly. Your little Omega heart was breaking as tears clung to your lashes, your arms extending and feeling for some semblance of him, somewhere...

You sigh, loud and shameless, when his mouth reclaims yours. The taste of you on his tongue intensifies the pleasure, the experience as a whole; you melt beneath your Captain, who had you wrapped around his fingers. His long, beautiful fingers…

“If I fuck you now, it’s gonna hurt,” he pants through gritted teeth, his clothed arousal shamelessly rutting into you. “So impatient.”

All you can manage is a whine, the pheromones in the room making your head spin. You don't care. You don't want fingers, as good as they felt, fucking you through the first orgasms of your heat. You could cream on his hands a hundred times and it wouldn’t satisfy you the way you knew his cock would; of course, in this state, you didn’t have the mind to put these thoughts to words.

Instead, you growl out, “Shut up, Levi,” in a moment of bravery that perplexed you as much as it aggravated him.

“Brat.” Is his only response as he pulls your hips down to him, grasping your thighs and folding them over your abdomen with ease. Your flexible omega body was made for this, made for an Alpha to bully around and fold into whatever lustful origami they deemed fit. You sigh when that hard, hot bulge makes contact with your aching sex. Even through his briefs, you're smitten with the sensation, just happy to be so close to the real thing.

Your mouth open, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy, you groan. "Please, Alpha," you whisper. "Let me feel you."

And who was Levi to deny you that? Grunting, you feel him pull away. A few seconds and some shuffling later, and he has returned to you. He allows your legs to fall from the mating press into a more comfortable position, taking precautions not to cause you too much pain on your first excursion into Alpha territory. He advances, then, pressing himself into your weeping center...

"O-oh," you breath out, a relieved sigh leaving your pretty pink lips.

Levi's dick hadn't touched an Omega in a decade at least. He had underestimated his own response, his own want; naked, the head of his cock pressing against your warm welcoming entrance, he was just as relieved as you. His rut wasn't fully-fledged quite yet, but in spite of that, he was absolutely purring at the sensation.

"Levi!" You gasp teasingly. "I never took you for one to purr."

“I’m not,” he snaps, his large hands gripping your hips with white knuckles. “You just-… fuck, it just feels so good.”

You can practically hear the way he bares his sharp canines at the declaration, his purr rumbling deep in his chest; instinctive, soothing, so loud above you that you could almost feel it reverberating within your own rib cage. You whine pitifully, your hands rising up to him and then hesitating, not sure what to do with them.

“Touch me,” he croaks, his eyes clenched shut in concentration. “Y-you can touch me.”

Enthused, you oblige, allowing your palms to travel the smooth expanse of his skin, marveling at its warmth while he splits you open. That’s right, you remember, your walls clenching around the intrusion. Your eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, amazed at the way he disappears inside of you. God, he's just so big. Your beta flings were nothing in comparison to his length, his girth, the way he was filling you up so nicely. An omega in heat, you barely notice the pain of the stretch if there even is any. You're surprised by the sheer amount of pleasure, the way he caresses nerves inside of you that you didn’t know existed before; the way his dick seems bottomless, never quite coming to a halt within your walls. You whimper and close your eyes, bucking your hips to encourage his movement. Deeper, you think. "I can… I need more..,"

“You are fucking insatiable,” you hear him mutter, his voice strained. “Greediest fucking cunt I’ve ever touched.”

Mewling in response, you finally feel some reprieve as he slides home, both of your hips stilling. The only sound you register in the cabin is that of your hurried breaths and Levi’s deep purring. You spare a glance upward, your starry orbs meeting his silver pools. The wonder in his eyes was immeasurable but plain as day; you could see the gears turning within him, something akin to adoration clouding his gaze.

“C-can you move?” You whisper, part of you wishing that he wouldn’t. Wishing the two of you could stay there, forever, as close as two humans could possibly be in the tiny cabin of the ship, muggy from all of the heavy panting.

“Yes,” he says slowly, his face suddenly inching down toward yours. “I can.”

Your lips are captured in a vice before you can reply, the air stolen from your lungs in an instant. You don't know how or why, but suddenly, there are two purrs echoing in the small space, the second one melodic and soft in comparison to the baritone thrum that droned so close to your heart. Levi seems to hold you closer then, his muscles flexed and pulling, tugging you so impossibly close to his chest that all you can do was wrap your plush thighs around his waist and hold him there, letting your hearts and your tongues explore each other like a newly discovered flavor.

Slowly, without a word, your hips begin moving together in tandem. The pheromones oozing out everywhere are sickly sweet, urging you to savor the moment rather than rush it; tasting him, for the first time— tasting an Alpha, for the first time. It's a calling from deep within; your body— from the top of your head to the tips of your toes —begging you to slow down, to carry this moment with inexplicable care.

It's a one time thing, after all.

You feel actual tears forming when he pulls away, the drag of his cock against your walls causing you to toss your head back in ecstasy. Your heat was catching up to you; you need this, you need him, as deep as he could be— and even closer still. “Alpha..,”

Levi is no better off. He's fucking purring. He has never purred in front of another person in his goddamn life; but the sight of you writhing beneath him, your sweet, clean scent wafting toward him as you cooed and whined while impaled on his cock, he just… he couldn’t help it. Deep down he knows, he knows that purring is just an instinct meant to calm a nervous mate— but why couldn’t he turn it off? Why didn’t he want to? The deep rumble just sounds so right when next to your own, which rings in his head like a songbird chirping in his ears. He’s never heard an Omega’s purr, not since he was a young pup in his mothers arms. He curses at himself inwardly. His body had betrayed him. He knew he’d enjoy it, maybe lose himself a little, but he couldn’t afford to go into a rut. Yet, here he is; his pheromones joining yours in a cacophony of sin and sweat. Increasing in intensity, the damn fragrance is finally being let loose after years of upkeep while leading his section of the Scouts. Leading you, keeping you out of trouble— the little omega that had no business being with the Scouts.

“Do you realize,” he seethes, his thrusts becoming harder, more pointed, “how hard it has been to keep those knot heads away from you?”

You're suddenly aware of the amount of drool seeping down the side of your face. You shake it away, fighting your eyes from rolling backwards in pleasure. “W.. what?”

“The Alphas, sweetheart,” he keeps going, his fingertips undoubtedly leaving bruises on your delicate skin. “The Survey Corps is full of them. Eren Jaeger has had his greedy eyes on you since he presented.”

“Huh? Eren?” Why is he telling you all of this? You're in heat, you just wanted to be fucked, to be bred. You were barely comprehending his words, only able to focus on the molding of his cock deep inside you, kissing your cervix with each push, the promise of fertilization being one that your body understood— and understood well.

“You know,” he growls, “I see his eyes on you on every expedition. The way he's always the first to swoop in and save you, how he's always sneaking around outside of your quarters at night. It makes me fucking sick."

"L-Levi, don't... I can't," you pant, his member having worked you up to the precipice of completion. He's merciless now, giving you all that you could take and more. The blows are heavily cushioned by the amount of slick you've produced, warm and wet dripping from your center. You were certain you'd have to throw your bedsheets overboard when he was done with you. As for now, however, you're still lost for words at the overload of information being thrown at you, shamefully aware of the amount of heat on your cheeks. "Stop talking about Eren Jaeger!"

His thrusts are getting sloppy, his pace uneven; he is close, so close, his knot starting to swell at the base of his cock. Beneath the whispered expletives and fucked out moans filling the cabin, you hardly make it out. It was unmistakable, though, when he leans down to let his canines ghost the skin of your neck. A barely audible whisper that rings loudly in your head. "Mine."

Without a single thought, you nod in agreement. "Yours, Alpha," you chant, "Levi, I'm... I'm yours."

So close... but not close enough. Levi snarls, wrapping you in his arms only to flip you both, so that you're riding him. You cry out in tandem at the sensation, his erection piercing you so deeply that the pressure is nearly too much. Leaking all over him, you bounce without thinking. His fingers return to your hips, where finger-shaped bruises are already blossoming. You sigh at the delightful ache of being manhandled by an Alpha. Your Alpha.

"C-claim me," you blurt, your peak now a twinkle in your eye. You hadn't cum around anything but fingers in so long that just the sight of him beneath you, sweat dripping from his brow that's furrowed in concentration, is pornographic enough that you were convinced you'd never think of another man in bed again. Levi had filled you so nicely, filled all of your senses... you wouldn't mind him being the only one to ever fill you again. In fact, a certain longing blooms in your chest at the notion. Being tied to an Alpha, to him, forever...

"You're cute," he hisses through gritted teeth, his head tossed back while he assists you, lifting you up and pulling you down with ease. "But that would," he grunts, "negate the purpose... of this arrangement..,"

His sentences are breaking, his mind is breaking, and if he didn't knot you soon he figured his cock would be next on the list. He was pumping into you with a purpose, to complete the cycle before it began; break your heat and keep himself from going full-on Alpha and losing what was left of his sanity. Sure, this was probably the most amazing thing he'd ever felt in his life-- you being a compatible mate and all --but his life did not belong to him. It belonged to the Scouts. He could not give it to you, should you form a bond, because it was not his to spare.

"You wouldn't... have to worry about other Alphas-- oh!" you keen at the way he jerks you down a little too hard, knocking your womb out of place an inch or two. At least, that's what it feels like.

"Shut your filthy mouth, temptress," he snarls, "I'm not worried."

Your scent glands are throbbing; you whine at the unfamiliar pain, stinging, aching to be pierced. It's pure instinct and you know it, every fiber of your being begging for that extra push. "N-not even... about Eren?"

Your chin is suddenly in a vice grip again, pinched between his thumb and forefinger. Forcing your eyes to meet his, you have your answer before he speaks. “No, Omega. I won’t need to claim you, because you’re gonna be out of commission for a while when your tummy swells with my pups, yeah? Everyone will know, bond or no bond, you belong to someone. You belong to me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you with the speed and intensity of a freight train, pummeling into you without warning just as Levi’s knot catches at your entrance, his seed spilling so deeply inside of you that you swore you could almost taste it. Levi kept his word, he didn’t claim you; his canines throbbed, begging to be plunged into the sensitive skin of your neck as you come together, literally and physically. You hear him groan, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place— not that he needed to, you wouldn’t be going anywhere until his knot deflated.

Your head is spinning, the twisting and turning of your womb finally settling. It's as if you were releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding; you relax against him, purring as if it were second nature when he pulls you down into his chest. You hear his heart beating, quick and hard against your ear as you lay over him, soothed by his deep purr joining yours. Gently, but without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your naked body. The fingers of one hand traces delicate patterns on your back, the other tucked securely into your hair.

The thunder outside of the cabin has ceased, but the rain persists. The tapping on the window calls your attentions back to your surroundings, everything having been forgotten in the heat of your affair. Storm clouds block a fair bit of the sunlight above, leaving your quarters as dim as they were before. You're nearly asleep when you hear it, a gentle call of your name.

“Alpha?” You murmur sleepily, the slip of your tongue barely registering to you in your post coital haze. He chuckles beneath you.

“We will have to talk about this when you wake up.”

“What’s there to talk about?”

He sighs, suddenly hyperaware of where his knot sits, buried deep within you. Hange’s supplements prevented heats, but not conception. He was at war with himself; he was sickeningly satisfied at the thought of it, of an Omega carrying his children. However, he knew that it would do neither you nor him any good to produce any offspring in the current state of the world and its uncertainty. His life wasn’t his own, remember? He could not give himself to you or a child. Similarly, he wouldn’t want his children to grow in a world without parents who loved them, who would provide for them. That’s what an Alpha is supposed to do, right?