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You hear Levi come home, the door opening followed by the faint sound of him setting his keys in the dish in the foyer. You hear his shoes against the hardwood and the rustle of his jacket as he shrugs it off. They’re all familiar sounds. Almost a year in, and you still get butterflies when he comes over. Your plans to move in with him can’t come any faster.
You lean toward the bedroom door from your spot on the bed and call, “Hey, can you bring me my laptop? I left it on the dining table.”
There are a short few seconds of silence, then Levi’s voice calls back, “You left it open.”
You think nothing of it for a second. You probably left it open on a shopping site or in the middle of looking up recipes. But then you remember, and your stomach drops so fast it nearly knocks you out. Heat floods straight to your face.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
You sit up too quickly, nearly tangling yourself in the blanket. “Levi—”
But he appears in the doorway before you can say anything else, your laptop in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his pants. He’s still in his work clothes. He has both eyebrows raised in a look that is entirely too taunting for your taste. You know the exact reason why he looks like that. He closes the laptop and walks into the room. You wish for the bed to open up and swallow you whole.
Levi stops beside the bed, looking down at you. “Interesting reading material.”
Your entire body burns with the memory of the last few stories you’ve read—the same ones you so foolishly left up for anyone walking by to see. And all of them have one thing in common, but you don’t even want to touch that. Hopefully Levi doesn’t bring that factor up. But knowing him, he will, and he will absolutely drag this out.
“Don’t even start,” you warn.
He narrows his eyes slightly. “So, is that what’s had you so distracted for the last few days?”
“I said don’t,” you mumble, reaching for the laptop. He lifts it just out of your reach with a small smirk. A miserable sound escapes you. “Levi.”
He scans your face for a moment, and beneath the composure, you see something shift. His gaze flicks over the flush in your cheeks, your inability to meet his eyes, the nervous twist of your fingers in the blanket.
“You’re embarrassed,” he says.
“How could I not be?” You stare at his shirt instead of his face.
“Why?”
Because it’s humiliating. Because it’s private. Because it’s one thing to read about fucking breeding kinks alone at night and another to have your boyfriend carry the evidence into your bedroom for you to face.
You press your lips together. “You know why.”
Levi sets the laptop down on the dresser instead of giving it back to you. Then he turns back and looks at you again, the silence lengthening enough for it to make you squirm.
“What exactly are you reading for?” he asks.
“Levi…”
He takes one step closer. “I’m asking a question.”
“It’s just fiction.” You hate how weak your voice sounds.
You finally force yourself to look up at him, and that turns out to be a mistake, because there’s a dangerous glint to his eyes now. Your thighs press together under the blanket without permission and, unfortunately for you, he sees that too. His eyes flick downward, then back to your face.
“Do you have a breeding kink?”
You say nothing. You can’t. Shame locks your throat closed, but it’s also the terror of having one of your deepest secrets dragged out into the open between you both. Your silence says more than words would. He asks the next question in a voice lower than before.
“Do you want me to breed you?”
You don’t answer. You part your lips, but nothing comes out. Every nerve suddenly feels exposed. The humiliation should make you want to hide, but you feel a deep ache inside you, one that clenches your stomach and spreads between your legs.
Levi watches the effect of his words move through you in real time. Your silence, the widening of your eyes, the helpless flush blooming deeper over your skin—it’s answer enough. He braces one knee on the bed and climbs over you, caging you in without touching you yet. One hand plants near your hip, the other beside your shoulder. You can smell the outside air and his shampoo on him.
“You should’ve told me,” he says.
You swallow and say, “I didn’t know how.”
“Clearly.” His dryness only makes your embarrassment deepen. You turn your face away, but Levi’s hand comes up and catches your chin, guiding you back. “No. Look at me.”
You lift your eyes to his. He still has his usual control, but he’s doing less to conceal it. He’s affected. More than affected. The realization that this is what you want—that somewhere in all those evenings together, you’ve been imagining him putting a baby in you—has gotten under his skin in a way neither of you expected.
He brushes his thumb over your lower lip. “If you want something from me, you can say it.”
Your face burns. “I can’t.”
“You can.” You shake your head once in a tiny movement. Levi leans in until his mouth is just beside your ear. “Then I’ll help you.”
The shiver that runs through you is instantly obvious. His lips almost brush the shell of your ear when he speaks again.
“Have you been touching yourself to the thought?” A broken sound slips out of you before you can stop it. His mouth curves faintly against your skin. “That’s what I thought.”
“Levi…” Your voice is barely there.
He shifts his weight and lets one hand slide down from your jaw, over your throat, the center of your chest, your stomach, until it rests on your thigh over the blanket. The touch is light, but it sparks something inside you.
“You’re shy now, but you were brave enough to read all that filthy shit,” he says.
You hide your face with both hands and squeak. “Please stop talking.”
He grabs your wrists and pulls them away. “No.” The single word has wetness gathering in your underwear. Levi sees the small effect it has on you and exhales through his nose, faintly amused. “Tell me what you want.”
You shake your head again, already close to overwhelmed. His hand slides higher along your thigh, kneading once through the blanket.
“Tell me.”
“I can’t,” you whisper.
Levi’s expression suddenly goes cold. “Then you don’t get anything.”
You slightly pout. “That’s not fair.”
“Tough shit.” He tilts his head, watching panic and need war on your face. “You want me to fuck you without a condom for the first time because you like the idea of me cumming in you. You want me to make a mess and leave it there. And you’re pretending you can’t say it out loud.” A helpless whine spills from your throat. Levi’s pupils flare at the sound. “Pathetic.”
The insult feels like a stroke to your face rather than a slap. He notices the quick lift of your chest and the damp shine beginning in your eyes from sheer embarrassment. Your knees shift restlessly under the blanket. His thumb presses into the inside of your thigh.
“Beg.”
You stare at him. “Levi—”
“Beg properly.”
You want to protest. You want to tell him he’s being mean, that you’re already dying, that this is unbearable. What comes up instead is another throb between your legs so strong you have to bite your tongue. Levi, meanwhile, waits. He’s always been good at waiting. It’s one of the things that ruins you the most.
Your voice shakes on the word, “Please.” He says nothing, so you wet your lips and try again. “Please… I want…”
“Go on.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, but his fingers tighten on your thigh, a warning, and you force them back open. He watches you calmly, as if your dignity isn’t crumbling by the second.
“I want you,” you whisper.
“That’s vague.”
“Vi.”
Satisfaction flickers briefly across his face. “Again.”
You grip the sheets, every word feeling dragged out of you. “Please… I want you to… I want you to fill me.”
Levi doesn’t move for a moment, and for one second, you think you’ve broken him completely, if maybe hearing it said plainly finally made it too real. Then his eyes half-lid, and the hand on your thigh slides under the blanket. “Good girl,” he says.
You gasp when his palm settles over the damp heat between your legs through your sleep shorts. His cock twitches as he feels how soaked you already are.
“Fuck,” he mutters, almost to himself. “All this from a few words.” You squirm, face burning all over again, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Stay still.” Levi strokes you slowly through the fabric of your shorts. “This what you’ve been thinking about? Me spreading your legs and fucking you full?”
Your head tips back against the pillows. “Please…”
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes.”
His hand slips under the waistband of your shorts, then beneath your underwear. The first direct touch of his fingers against your slickness makes your whole body jolt.
“There,” he whispers. His thoughts are unraveling quickly now. He feels your heat on his fingers and a jolt of possessiveness claws up his spine. You’re wet enough to soak his hand already, opening for him before he’s done anything substantial, and the knowledge that it’s because of him—because of what he asked, what he promised—goes straight to his cock. He circles your clit once, just enough to make you tremble, then slides two fingers down through your wetness. You make a soft broken sound and grab at his wrist.
“Too much?” he asks, though he knows it isn’t.
“No,” you say.
His mouth twitches. “Thought so.”
He pushes one finger inside you slowly, watching your face. You’re tight and warm and already clenching around him. He works you open patiently, curling his finger until your breath catches. A second finger follows, stretching you wider. You gasp and arch, and Levi lowers himself enough to kiss you, stealing the sound from your mouth, hungry and deep enough to make your toes curl. When he pulls back, your lips feel swollen.
He pumps his fingers into you, slow at first, then faster. Wet sounds begin to fill the room, filthy in the silence. Every thrust of his hand drives your embarrassment and arousal higher together until they’re impossible to separate.
“You’re dripping,” he says. “Should I be surprised? You’ve been thinking about getting knocked up, and this is what it does to you?” You whimper and turn your face into the pillow. Levi catches your jaw again. “No hiding.”
His fingers bend just right, and your back bows. “Ah—”
“That spot?” he asks. You nod frantically. He repeats the motion, a little harder, and you clutch at his forearm with both hands. His thumb comes to your clit, rubbing tight circles while he watches you fall apart beneath him. “Say it.”
“What?” you say, your mind already slipping.
“What do you want?”
You’re beyond preserving any part of yourself now. “I want you to breed me,” you whisper, voice breaking on the last word.
Levi exhales a curse so low and filthy it sends a gush of slick over his fingers. “Again.”
“I want you to breed me,” you say, louder this time, because there’s no room left to hide. “Please, Levi. Please.”
His gaze turns scorching. “That’s better.”
He kisses you hard, then withdraws his fingers long enough to pull your shorts and underwear down your legs. You kick them off clumsily, shaking, while he strips himself. You watch as he unbuttons his shirt. You stare at the dark line of hair under his navel. You drool at the sight of his cock finally freed from his slacks and briefs.
You’ve seen him before, obviously. You’ve touched him before. But this is different. There’s no condom in his hand now, no pause, no barrier between desire and consequence.
Levi notices where you’re looking. “Still want this?”
Your answer is shy but instant. “Yes.”
He scans your face for any hesitation, and the lack of it eases him. He climbs back over you, one hand braced by your head, the other wrapping around himself. The head of his cock drags through your slick folds, and your body arches up instinctively.
“Look at you,” he says. “Already trying to take it.”
The tip nudges at your entrance. You inhale sharply. Levi’s forehead nearly touches yours as he starts to push in. Even moving slowly, the stretch makes your mouth fall open. It’s been a while since he’s last fucked you, so the sting is enough to make you clutch at his shoulders. You try to breathe. He kisses the corner of your mouth while easing in another inch. The fullness is overwhelming, every part of him felt fully. You moan and dig your nails into his skin.
“Fuck,” Levi says under his breath, his control finally cracking. “You feel—” He cuts himself off with a low curse and bottoms out slowly, hips pressed to yours. Neither of you moves for a moment.
You can feel all of him. It’s too much but perfect at the same time. Your eyes flutter shut. Levi stares down at you, chest rising harder than before. Bliss flashes across his face before he reins it in.
Bare. He’s actually inside you bare, and your cunt is clamped around him like it was made to take him this way.
“So good,” he says, almost in disbelief. “Jesus, you feel too fucking good like this.” The filthy honesty of it makes you clench your walls reflexively. Levi sucks in a breath through his teeth, biting his lower lip. “Don’t do that unless you want me to cum right now.”
You can’t help it. You’re trembling around him, trying to adjust. The smallest movement of his hips makes sparks jump under your skin. “Move,” you whisper. His eyes narrow. You understand—even now, buried inside you for the first time without protection—he makes you work for it. “Please. Please move.”
Levi slides out partway and thrusts back in with more force than you expect. You cry out, and his hand immediately covers your mouth firmly. “Easy. Unless you want the neighbors hearing exactly what you’re asking me to do to you.”
Your eyes go wide, and he gives a short huff that might be a laugh. He sets a rhythm with a possessive intensity that feels like it was always inside him, waiting to be unleashed. Each thrust lands deep enough to make the bed shift beneath you. The wet smack of skin and the broken noises in your throat fill the room.
Levi keeps his hand over your mouth for a few strokes, watching your eyes water at the sensation, then lowers it to your neck and holds you there lightly while he fucks you.
“This what you wanted?” he asks, tilting his head. “My cock in you raw?” You nod helplessly. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Levi.”
His hips snap forward harder, and the cry that tears out of you is loud enough that he kisses you quickly, swallowing it down. His control is fraying with every thrust. You’re so warm, so wet, and there’s nothing dulling it, nothing between you. He can feel the way your body tries to draw him deeper and keep him there. The thought of filling you, of giving you exactly what you asked for, stalks hotter and hotter through his mind until it’s nearly all he can hear.
He sits back slightly and hooks one of your legs higher over his arm, changing the angle until the next thrust makes you gasp. He drives into that spot again, and this time your whole body jerks so hard your hands fly to his shoulders. Levi catches the sound with his mouth, kissing you deep while his hips keep moving.
Your face is hot enough to burn, your body stretched around him, almost unbearably so. Every drag of his cock leaves you more soaked and more shamelessly needy. His hand lightly squeezes your throat as he watches every change in your expression. He tries to stay in control, but you keep clenching around him every time he says something filthy, and the effect it has on him is absolutely vicious. He can feel how slick you are, how your body gives under his and then tightens back around him.
He shifts back on his knees and takes both of your legs, folding them higher, changing the angle again until he’s driving into you so deep it sends a jolt of helpless pain through the pleasure. Your hands claw at the sheets. Levi’s jaw tightens as he watches your face crumple with it. You can’t hide anything now. Every sound is pulled out of you openly, each one more ruined than the last, and Levi listens like they belong to him. They do. The slick sound of him fucking into you fills the room, mingling with the soft thud of the headboard against the wall. You turn your face aside, but Levi cups your face, bringing you back to him without breaking pace.
“No,” he says. “You look at me.” You lift your eyes to meet his. They’re bright and wet, your lips swollen from his kisses. Levi nearly loses whatever remains of his restraint right there. “Good girl.” He thrusts again, hard enough to pull a cry from your chest. “You’re going to keep those eyes on me while I fuck you full.”
Your stomach tightens suddenly. “Levi—”
“What?” You shake your head, too overwhelmed to finish. His hand slides down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit to rub in fast circles. “Tell me.”
The sensation hits you so hard you nearly sob. “I’m close.”
“Are you?” He rubs faster circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves while his hips keep a relentless pace. It becomes too much. The pressure inside you builds to a fever pitch. “Don’t hold back, baby. Cum on my cock.”
You do. Your climax rips through you with enough force to make your whole body arch off the mattress. A broken cry spills from your mouth, then another, and your hands clutch at him blindly while your walls pulse around his cock again and again. Levi watches you come apart under him and groans, his own hips stuttering before he forces them back into his previous pace.
“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes fixed where you’re joined. “Look at that. You’re milking me.”
You can only whine, still shaking through the aftershocks. Levi drags you through them without mercy, thrusting you deeper into oversensitivity until tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
“Vi, wait—”
“You can take it,” he says, breathing hard.
Your body twitches helplessly around him. Levi curses under his breath and leans down to bite at your lower lip before kissing you again, swallowing your soft protest. When he pulls back, his hair is messy, his cheeks faintly flushed, and his composure is in tatters. He sits up and looks down at you spread beneath him, legs still parted, cunt slick and used and gripping him every time he drives back in.
“I’m turning you over,” he says.
Levi slides out and guides you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up, one hand firm at your waist, moving you where he wants you. Your face turns into the pillow, breath hot against the fabric. You feel Levi’s palm smoothing over the curve of your back, the touch almost soothing.
Levi kneels behind you and looks for a second longer than necessary. The sight nearly undoes him. Your thighs are parted for him, your body still relaxed from your orgasm, slick glistening between your legs. He smooths his hand over your ass, squeezing one, then traces down until his fingers gather at your wetness and spreads the fluids through your folds. You make a tiny sound into the pillow.
“Sensitive?” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Too bad.”
His cock presses to your entrance again, and then he pushes back inside in one steady thrust. The position changes everything. You gasp, fingers knotting in the sheets. Levi’s hand comes to the back of your neck as he settles over you, caging you with his body.
“Fuck,” he says into your ear.
He starts moving, and this angle is much deeper, every thrust driving a helpless sound out of you. Levi’s chest brushes your back, skin hot, and he leans down to kiss your shoulder. The kiss turns into a bite, just enough to make you moan.
His mouth stays near your ear while he fucks you, his breathing uneven now, little rough exhalations between words. “You wanted this, yeah?” he says. “Wanted me to fuck you like this and cum inside.”
You nod into the pillow, too dazed to speak. Levi’s hand slides down to your stomach, flattening it there as if he can already imagine the shape of you pregnant with his child. The thought hits both of you at once, and your walls clench around him so hard that he groans loudly.
“Shit,” he mutters, biting lightly at your shoulder again. “You really do want it.”
Your answer is a shaky little “Yes.”
Levi’s hips snap harder. “Say it properly.”
You can barely get the words out. “I want you to cum inside.”
He exhales a sound that’s almost a growl. “Again.”
“I want you to cum inside me,” you say, louder this time. “Please.”
Levi kisses the side of your neck, then your shoulder, then the place just beneath your ear, all the while driving into you roughly. His hand splays over your lower belly, fingers digging in slightly as if he can feel every thrust there.
“M’gonna fill you up,” he says into your ear. “Gonna give you what you want, baby.”
Your breath hitches. The wet sound of him fucking you seems louder now. Levi’s control is hanging by threads. Every push forward makes him groan, a sound he can’t suppress. Hearing him like this, hearing how gone he is, only wrecks you more.
He presses his teeth to your shoulder and says, voice rough and hot against your skin, “Gonna get you pregnant.”
The sentence breaks you. A cry rips out of you, muffled by the pillow, and your pussy clenches around him so hard Levi nearly stills because he’s forced to. He curses, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck, do that again,” he says. “Go on. Squeeze me like that if you want it.”
The encouragement makes your whole body burn. You can’t stop reacting to him. Every thrust makes you involuntarily tighten around him again. Levi swears under his breath each time.
“You’d look so good carrying my child,” he says. “Soft and round with it. Full of me.”
The image slams into your already frayed mind and sends another climax building before you can brace for it. Your thighs shake. Levi feels it fully.
“You’re close again, aren’t you?” he asks. You nod. “Cum, then.” He bites your shoulder once more, harder this time. “Cum while I’m filling you.”
That does it. Your second orgasm crashes through you even harder than the first, a blinding rush that leaves your limbs weak and your voice broken. Your body clenches around him in desperate pulses, and Levi’s composure finally snaps. He groans into your ear, low and wrecked, and drives into you three or four more times with force before he buries himself as deep as he can.
When he cums, his body goes tense over yours. One hand clamps down at your hip, the other fisted in the sheets by your head. A harsh curse spills from him, followed by your name caught in his throat in a tone you’ve never heard before. He stays deep and empties himself inside you in hot pulses, shuddering through each one.
“Fuck,” he breathes, dazed. “Fuck.”
You can feel it all, and it sends a shiver through you. Levi exhales against the back of your neck, still inside you, and for several long seconds, you don’t move. Neither does he. The aftermath hits him harder than expected. He’s never smiled much, but right now with you trembling beneath him and his release filling you, there’s an almost dangerous joy moving through him that he doesn’t want to poke and awaken further.
Eventually, he shifts and pulls out. You make a tiny oversensitive sound, and Levi’s hand smooths down your back. “Easy,” he murmurs.
He disappears into the bathroom for a moment and returns with a warm damp cloth. The same hands that held you down and made you beg now wipe you clean, scrubbing the inside of your thighs, your hips, the slick traces left behind.
You’re half passed out by the time he’s done. Levi tosses the cloth into the laundry hamper, slides in beside you, and pulls you against him. You shift closer, curling into the warmth of his chest. His arm wraps around your waist, and his palm rests low on your stomach, almost absentmindedly at first.
Then his fingers shift lightly over your stomach and he speaks quietly. “That fantasy,” he says, not looking down at you yet. “Is it only a fantasy?”
You trace a small line over his chest with one fingertip, shy all over again now that the heat of the moment has faded. “I don’t know. Not entirely.”
Levi goes silent. You look up at him. His expression is more thoughtful than before, softened by fatigue. You’ve learned how to read the subtle shifts in him over the last twelve months. Right now, his eyes are fixed somewhere beyond the bedroom ceiling, on a future neither of you has ever spoken about in plain terms.
“You’re not opposed to it,” he says at last.
Your cheeks warm. “No.”
Levi looks down at you then, and the fondness in his expression almost makes your heart ache. “To having children. Mine.”
“No. I’m not opposed to it.”
Levi’s eyes stay on your face for another second, making sure you’re telling the truth. Then comes the rarest sight. His mouth curves. It isn’t a full smile—Levi never does that—but it’s small and so very real. The sight makes you freeze. His thumb brushes once over your side.
“Okay,” he whispers.
Then he leans down and kisses you, lacking the urgency and force from before. It’s more careful now, his mouth warm against yours, his hand still resting low on your stomach like he can’t quite make himself move it yet. You kiss him back with equal softness, and when he draws away, the faint smile is still there, ghosting at the corner of his mouth.
You stare at him, and your own shy happiness escapes you before you can hide it. Levi notices and sighs.
“What?” he says.
“You smiled.”
His expression flattens on mere instinct, but the effect is ruined by the lingering softness in his eyes. “Shut up.”
You let out a small tired laugh and tuck yourself closer against him. Levi exhales quietly and wraps his arm further around you. His lips brush your forehead once before he leans back into the pillow with you in his arms, his hand still warm over your belly.