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Fucking Levi Ackerman.
This prick of an alpha that invaded Eren’s personal bubble at any given opportunity; Eren detested him on a cellular level. And by hate that meant Levi fixated himself in every fantasy Eren could conjure up at 3 am that had him reluctantly stroking his cock and playing with his nipples till he came screaming the obnoxious alpha’s name, then yeah. So maybe “hate” wasn’t the correct word here but Eren was torn between himself and his omega nature.
It was just recently Erwin hired another bartender, one that Eren would personally have to train on the job and during his after-hours. Eren agreed because as an omega in his middle 20s with no alpha to ease his monthly heats, he didn’t have the luxury of occupations that would permit him a week off to seal himself in his apartment. So he couldn’t actually tell Erwin to put that job on to someone else like Armin or Jean. Even though both alphas repeatedly tested the bar rule on sexual harassment. That applied more to female employees, not stubborn omegas that refused to take on an alpha as a mate.
It wasn’t due to a lack of offers he received. Rogue omegas were quite the status quo for smug alphas and it didn’t help his situation that he was such as exotic specimen: rich caramel skin, soft chocolate locks, captivating sea-green eyes, and a lean and lithe frame. The suitors came flocking at his door, resulting in many refusals which didn’t bide well with alphas that expected him to fall at their feet. A respectful one took Eren’s answer with professional grace, left him to be an unmated omega. Immature alphas forced themselves on to him concluding to his one ruling to never mate with one.
So, of course, Eren conducted the brief interview that was just done for show mostly. Just see if the guy could handle the rowdy crowd and late hours and to see if the guy had any sexual appeal to add to the clientele. More women meant more dumbasses paying for drinks in the hopes of scoring which meant money for the bar.
Eren sat on the stool at the polished bar, tracing the depressions and scruff marks made by lonely people who he saw on too many nights downing the same stale beer. It was prior to the afternoon rush that brought it the majority of their business, so the place was vacant save for Eren and Jean who mopped the floor in mild irritation.
He clicked his pen, once then twice before his co-worker shouted a compliant at his persistent clicking. He stopped for a moment till he picked the habit up of pressing the top in constant succession.
“Stop that.” Jean ordered, rounded on the corner booth that most likely had cum stains under the table like school desk had year old gum. He peeked under the table with an air of apprehension and when he grumbled in disgust, Eren knew there was money shot for Jean to clean.
The brunet snickered behind his hand, ignoring Jean as he insisted “he fucking clean this mess”. He scribbled on the yellow note pad. “No. Remember you didn’t want to teach the new guy. So reap what you sow asshole.”
“Lazy omega.”
“Stupid ass alpha.”
But then the air became heavy and Eren’s throat suddenly had the weight of a fully grown boa. He choked on the amazing pheromones wafting up the room like a super-powered heater in the middle of the Arctic. He searched for the source of it, grip on the counter to station the body that willed him to buckle. Metal. That would be the word he described Levi. Hard, smooth, and callous. Beautiful to the eyes but lethal if handled poorly. The silver eyes matched his cold demeanor and the man scanned the illuminated bar, glaring at the floor covered with patterns of shoe prints.
He could of stare at him forever, devour the locks as dark a charcoal and chopped into a razor sharp undercut that fell just perfectly in front of his eyes. He wanted to adsorb the lazy but graceful gait. His hips swayed so subtly with those baggy jeans that hung on the pronounced hip bones. The fitted maroon tank top hugged his pecks, riding up at the hem and peeking out just the barest of ivory skin and black pubic hair. The man was a league of his own and the manner he controlled the eyes of the room spoke to it. It was like being spellbound by a witch, completely and irreproachably under his will.
Eren tasted him on his tongue, taste bud salivating at ambiance in the room: sex. Raw, unadulterated sex. The one that left you so drained that you swore you were high off the sweetest drug. Like the fucking god of sex himself had decided to leave the heavens and walk the earth.
Eren wanted to bend to it. Fall to the floor and let those callous hands touch him everywhere. Any where he wished. It was disgusting how willing his body became, how eager his hole slicked itself with fluid, and how hot his blood pumped in his veins. He could explode just from his breath. And that was Eren’s first mistake, the release of his status to the man who answered in turn.
Alpha. One that saw an gorgeous omega with irises like the rarest of jewels.
Just as quickly as he displayed it, Eren shut down, squeezing his thighs together in an effort to quell the inferno in his groin. He looked back to the yellow note pad that was now staked with the ball point pen. Shit, when had he even done that?
The alpha approached him from behind, that insane heat still permeating and reminding Eren of his presence. It was annoying the way he pulsed through him like a second heart. Ticking, beating; adding oil to the simmering flames that wanted to cease.
They weren’t ceasing though. And Eren wanted to scream at the man, blame him to breaking the iron will he developed. No alpha’s will penetrated Eren. None made his body weaken with delirious desire. Stunning men like Erwin who possessed peciering crystal blue eyes and the envious physique of a runway model; he attempted, several tries at time. But even with that man promising Eren the world’s finest pleasure, he didn’t give in. His body responded as a human and it was enthralling to have a lovely alpha plead for him.
But this alpha…he was different.
The raven grunted, faking a demonstration of clearing his airways but Eren could easily tell it was done to gain his attention. Whether he wanted to acknowledge him or not, he really had no choice. It was an interview for a job and Eren made his agreement with Erwin. Eren turned in his chair, the rosy flush on his cheekbones quickly receding, leaving only a golden complexion.
“Hey, you’re the new guy?” He put on a smile, completely over masking the submissive scent of an omega from the air.
The alpha eyed the hand hanging in a simple greeting then glanced at Eren’s face. The man was even more alluring close up, face sculpted into sharp angles like a museum statue. And just like those still slabs of marble, the man wore a completely blank countenance. A few more second passed where Eren reconsider even talking to the man altogether when he took his hand and Eren shivered, a wave of warmth seeping past his skin and into his blood. He wanted to jerk away but the man kept his hand, watching Eren for a response.
But the brunet was also a master of controlling his nature so he smothered the natural instinct to beg for the alpha’s cock. Finally, the man relieved him of the scalding touch and dropped to the stool next to Eren.
“Levi Ackerman,” he answered simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Eren Jaeger,” he replied in turn, taking his pen from it upright position, and twirled the object between his fingers. A distraction from the alpha that slugged off the leather jacket, unveiling the bold, clean lines of black ink tracing from his shoulders to his wrist. They looked mystic and ancient, varying symbols and patterns emerging between the bold borders and negative spaces. Another tattoo peeked over the collar of his tank, another set of black inks spearing outwards on his left peck. His tongue watered with a sudden ache to trace his tongue over the shape of it. The whining omega appeared again, wishing to tug the shirt down and worship the patch of skin.
Levi must of smell it because again his sights narrowed on Eren as his nostrils flared, saccharine scent compelling the alpha to mark him. “You’re an omega,” he said simply, tone slightly ragged.
Eren flinched at the title, once again backing the instinct down. No alpha, he swore it. He wouldn’t give himself to one. He straightened in his seat, jutting his chin outward like a challenge.
“Yeah, is there a problem with that?”
Jean hovered at booth, gaze fixed on Levi as he observed the exchange. The moment Levi alerted his status in the bar, he went on guard, both for Eren’s own protection and jealous impulses. The other alpha expelled meek signals of his position, Levi looked at him and snorted.
“None. But if you are…”
Eren interrupted the raven, “I’m not interested. And I expect you to keep your fucking distance.”
“Tch, you’re scent would say otherwise. Unless that the fucking smell of such an unwilling omega.” Levi retorted, confidence still intact and radiating the overwhelming alerts of a powerful alpha.
Eren gritted his teeth, glaring down at the raven to prove his statement. “I accept no alpha. So fuck what you may think or get out.”
The brunet gestured to Jean who took his place at Eren’s side. He puffed out his chest, dominant pheromones raging. “What’s it gonna be asshole?”
Levi rose, standing toe to toe with Jean, his own scent electrifying the room, easily overpowering Jean’s. “Pretty sure that includes you too fuckface. So piss off.”
“The omega made his choice. Shut your shit down now.”
Eren would have bristled with annoyance if Levi’s possessive aura wasn’t making him whimper with desire. How the fuck dare they speak about him like he wasn’t in the room? He didn’t need Jean’s help. Despite his omniscient presence, Eren out stretched Levi’s height.
He snapped at Jean. “I’m right here. I don’t need your help.”
“Accept it for once, Jaeger,” Jean seethed.
“He’s not your omega. So I’m sure you have no say. This is between us,” Levi declared.
The other alpha whipped back to Levi. “He isn’t yours either. And he doesn’t want a fucking midget for an alpha anyway.”
Levi rolled his neck, a resounding crack pounding in the room. He overlapped his palm over a closed fist, another distinctive crack came again. He gauged Jean up and down, a sardonic smirk curling the corner of his lips. “Want to run that by me again?”
“You think I’m scared of you?” Jean questioned with a jesting laugh.
“I think that mouth of yours is your second asshole cause of all the shit I hear coming out of it.” The raven stated, bumping his chest to Jean’s stomach. The alpha stumbled back slightly till he regained his balance.
Eren actually snorted at the comment, quickly covering the noise as a cough when Jean glowered at him. As tedious this pissing contest was, it was amusing to have the haughty two-toned alpha put in his place even though they were in a way bickering over Eren like he was a prize to be claimed. He already made his statement; he was no one’s omega, Jean included. But neither alpha seemed to back down from the fight, Jean gained his ground again, making a point to stand over Levi to instill fear with his height. The raven held his gaze, not in the least deterred by the difference. Levi was either a cocky man or one with years of experience in brawls.
The two stared each other down and Eren worried he’d have to step into between them. He was fortunate that Erwin made an entrance from behind the bar; he regarded the two growling alphas before he leaped over the counter and inserted himself in the middle. They resisted for a moment till the other alpha sent them a hardened expression, Jean was the first to stand down. Levi, on the other hand, remained firm, amusement clear in his eyes at how quickly the other man back off.
“Levi.” Erwin warned sternly as his scent continued to percolate the air. Silver yes flickered from Jean to Eren then settled on the blonde in front of him. He heaved a bored sigh and immediately heavy power was lifted from the atmosphere. Eren breathed shallowly, turning away from the alpha to alleviate the tiny tremors of arousal.
He heard Erwin speak to Levi with an austere tone of disapproval. “Levi. I can’t hire you if you’re going to be an issue. You either respect my fellow workers or go find a job elsewhere.”
“It was your worker that started it. I have no problem controlling myself. Maybe you should be worried about your employees and not me.”
Erwin sighed. “Eren will be the one training you and I need to know if I can trust you around him. I’ll speak with Jean about this issue too.”
“I don’t touch un-consenting omegas.” Levi answered.
“Hmm, Eren?” the blonde called out and the brunet twirled around to regard the two men, Erwin held his gaze, seeking his answer, “Will it be an issue for you to train him?”
Eren smiled, appreciating the accommodating alpha, one that actually considered Eren a person and not an object like Jean. “I got him covered, boss man.”
“Good.” He nodded then side glanced at Levi once more. “Behave, Levi.”
The raven rolled his eyes and gave a mock boy-scout salute. “Aye, aye, commander.”
One of Erwin’s bushy eyebrows twitched in annoyance and then he departed the room, going around the counter this time through the small gap instead of leaping over it.
“Tight ass,” Levi mocked when he was out of ear shot. “My bad,” he added belatedly.
And Eren stared at him in confusion for him to elaborate. Levi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, the demeanor of the once animalistic alpha diminishing. “About before,” he explained, “Normally, I’m an asshole 50% of the time. I went full asshole today. In my defense though, that guy is a dick.”
Eren chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. I felt the same way when I met him. You’ll get use to him. He’s only a dick 50% of the time.” The brunet gave him a teasing smirk, totally intending to mirror Levi’s comment.
One of Levi’s eyebrows hitched up. “You trying to imply something here?”
“Maybe.”
“You little shit.”
[x]
“So basically, all the liquor is in the back room. There a security cameras in and outside it, so don’t brother sneaking a little for yourself. One guy did that and Erwin almost sent the guy to the ER. So…it’s not worth the pain.” Eren said, leading Levi through the halls behind the bar.
Levi scoffed, both hand tucked into his front pockets, dragging down the hem of his jeans, the shiny buckle with the emblem of two overlapping wings twinkled beneath the enticing sight of pubic hair. Eren swallowed thickly, averting his heated face to the kitchen doorway. It was a jar and the smell of greasy food and oil filtered into the hall.
“Give me some credit. I don’t want that kind of trouble. Fucker is ruthless as fuck.”
The brunet pushed the metal door with an oval window, the back grill hissed as a tall another turned up the dial. He gave Eren and Levi a curt wave of recognition before moving around the kitchen to grab frozen patties.
“That’s Mike. He and Armin run the kitchen; we just serve the basic burger and hot dogs. So you won’t make too many trips back and forth.”
He closed the door and wandered down further with Levi at his heel. He tapped his chin in thought. “Umm..well there’s the bathroom over here.” He pointed at the closet-sized room with a porcelain sink and throne, two rolls of toilet paper sat on top of it.
Levi made a gagging sound, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “Holy shit.” He coughed, fighting the urge to vomit. “That’s so fucking disgusting. Where are the cleaning supplies?”
The brunet stared at him in bewilderment and numbly pointed at the door on the opposite wall. Levi jerked it open, gathering a few supplies stuffed in there. He glared darkly at the obvious lack of bleach and Pine soil.
“What the fuck is wrong with you guys? You actually put in your ass on that thing.”
“Well yeah. I wipe the seat though.”
“Ugh, just don’t say anything. I can’t deal with you.” Levi waved at him dismissively.
Eren laughed as Levi slapped on two yellow latex gloves and a white cloth over his mouth. “You’re unreal.” Who the fuck was this guy? What happened to the possessive, sex leaking alpha that had Eren wanting to kneel?
“What’s unreal is how you survive this long working in this shit stain environment.” Levi commented darkly, tentatively stepping into the room as if the floor was lined with mines.
He gasped when Levi dropped to the floor and furiously srubbed the title with a cloth. “Are-are you seriously going to clean? Right now? I have to train you.”
“No training till this fucking shit hole is fucking spotless.”
He tossed Eren another set of gloves, the brunet caught it with another expression of astonishment . “Are you-“
“Fucking help me clean.”
Five minutes in, Eren was waiting for Levi to cease all together and mock him with a “tricked you, dumbass” but as the minutes passed, he realized the alpha was a bona-fide clean freak. And he almost got a woody for this dude earlier, what the fuck. Once the bathroom was as spotless and up to Levi’s standards of cleanliness (Eren wasn’t going to even comment on that shit), they returned to the bar. It was still 30 minutes till their regulars would start pouring it, so Eren went through many of the popular mix drinks. Erwin hadn’t been clear on how much the raven knew about mixing drink and Eren thought it was a safer bet to teach him the most requested ones.
Gen tonic, Bloody Mary, Jaegerbombs, Sex on a Beach, Long Island, Fuzzy Navel, Blowjobs (the drink not the act); Levi did smirk at him when he asked if he ever made one. Levi appeared to know a bit more than he had originally suspected.
“I know how to make the ‘Dirty Mermaid’- hey, don’t give me that look. It’s fucking good like drinking out of Willy Wonka’s asshole.” Levi said as Eren restocked the Amaretto. Behind the bar were numerous shelves with liquor and assorted glasses.
If he was a flustered teenage, he would of drop the bottle in shock. “Please don’t say that to the customers.”
“I don’t think you’re giving me enough credit here, Jaeger.”
“I’ll give you some when you go through a shift without starting shit.”
“I made myself clear, that guy challenged me. I don’t back down from other alphas.”
Eren groaned. “Ugh. All alphas do is fucking piss on each other shoes. It’s always some damn contest with your types.”
“So you think I’m like the other ones? That why you won’t take a mate?” Levi questioned.
Viridian irises narrowed on the man. “I don’t see how that any of your business…but its part of it.”
Levi’s lips quirked in a quick smile and shook his head. “I see. Well whatever the reason, you can trust me.”
The brunet gave him a dubious look, rolling his eyes. “Guess we’ll see about that, huh.” He looked at the clock. “It’s almost time. And as much as I would like to just throw your ass to the wolves I won’t. Come in at 4. I’ll show you a few more drinks then we can get you started.”
[x]
Eren gave a throaty moan his hand seizing Levi’s cock. It was burning in his palm with streams of pre-cum spilling down the length and over his hand. Levi was big and thick for him, all for Eren. This hard cock was his to worship and play with as he saw fit.
“Eren.” The alpha growled and prompted Eren to stare at him from his position on his knees. There was that feral glint in those eyes colored like mercury, a rosy hue tinted his angular cheek bones. He grabbed the base of his cock, brushing Eren’s hand off and pressed it against the seam of his lips. He could smell the command before Levi even spoke it, all the nerves in him pleading for Eren to suck that cock.
“Suck it, omega.” He ordered and Eren devoured him to the hilt, moaning in bliss at the flavor coating his tongue. His alpha tasted so good. So divine. He almost could believe he was meant to suck this cock, Levi’s. It was all his to ravish and enjoy.
A demanding hand fisted in his hair, the impatient alpha wasn’t sated with the stationary motion. “Fucking blow me, Eren. Suck my dick like a good omega.”
Eren moaned around him, hole already drenched in his own fluids and soiling the floor of his apartment. He hated the title, it reminded him of his second-class creed but on Levi’s lips it was endearing like he was staking his claim. Omega, Levi’s omega. He was his territory, to do with as he wished as fuck that idea of ownership turned him on. His arousal pitched and his dick throbbed as a whine tore at his throat.
Levi’s head snapped back and a guttural growl ripped from his lips. “Oh fuck! Eren. You smell so fucking good. So fucking ready for your alpha.”
His jaw slacked and Levi’s cock hanged at his mouth, the tips sitting on the omega’s gaping mouth as heated pants caressed the hard length. “Levi. I can’t- just fuck me please.”
“Get on the bed, omega. And spread your ass for me.” Carnal hunger shadowed the alpha’s voice.
Eren jolted awake, breath labored and choppy. In the middle of the sheets was an glaring tent that his cock decided to pitch during his once restful and sex free slumber. A dial size stain damped it where the head was and Eren groaned in exhaustion, throwing the offensive sheet over. Then he felt a wetness between his legs, well fuck. He flopped back on the bed, the last time he responded this badly to a wet dream was when he was in high school and that was during his first heat.
“Fuck me…” Well that almost did happen, in the dream at least, Levi was about to take him and knot him rough. And Eren –in the dream- wasn’t the least bit concern, shit he was pleading and begging like a damn whore, drooling at Levi’s cock. Jesus fuck…torrents of pleasure still tingled everywhere: his ass, his dick, and his nipples. He whimpered at the insistent ache in his hole.
“Maybe I should…just this once.” Sitting up, he slipped off his briefs that were so drenched with his slick it made a wet wholp as it hit the floor. He grimaced at the disgust wet sound and pulled the sheets over his head. Jerking off wasn’t a habit he indulge in too much. Contrary to popular belief, wanking over excessively for a omega lead to more spontaneous and erratic heats cycles. That was fine if you had a mate or partner to aid you through it but Eren didn’t. Nor did he want too, seriously. So whenever he did, he always felt a bit embarrassed and ashamed.
Pulling up the hem of his shirt, he stuffed the fabric between his lips. Heat crept to his cheeks and a moan was muffled by the shirt in his mouth. The ache to be filled and fucked trembled violently through him and he could no longer stand it. He needed to come. His body felt like it was on fire and he wanted nothing more than to be rid of it.
“Levi..” His hand slithered to his chest, groping his pectorals hesitantly before squeezing it. God, it had been so fucking long since he touch himself. The delicious taste of pleasure coated him and now he didn’t just want to come and be done with it. He had to feel it. Everywhere. His hands to be touch him in all those dirty places, making him fucking wet with desire. He pinched his nipple and whined through the cloth at the rough treatment. So good, it was so fucking good.
“P-please touch me…Levi.” Came the whimpered plead of a starving omega. He thought about the raven and his powerful hands playing with his pink nipples, twisting and biting the nubs till he arched and cried. Then he sucked his fingers, wetting the hardened mound now, brushing them so softly. It made him ache for more. Harder. Do it harder, Levi.
He lost himself in the throes; body withering under the sheet till it slipped off him and the moonlight outlined the needy body. He hadn’t bothered to draw the curtains when he got home and now the thought that he was exposed to the world like this made him excited. Anyone could see the hungry omega he was born to be. Born to bow and be fucked by an alpha.
“Ahh..don’t stop.” He humped the empty air as he manhandled his chest, palming savagely then pinching his nipples brutally. They would definitely be sore and tender the following day but he couldn’t bear to care with the knowledge. It just fueled his urgency to touch them even more.
He was so close to coming. So close to cresting but he didn’t want to climax just from this. He needed to be filled, have something thrust into him till he couldn’t think about anything but the sensation. One hand dipped between his legs, bypassing his weeping length and seeking his hole. He moaned softly at the moist heat that greeted him. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this wet.
One digit slipped in then two and Eren cried at the gloriously feeling. But it wasn’t nearly enough for him. He wanted to be stretched wide. He pumped in four fingers, imaging Levi’s pulsing cock fucking him, his fingers raking down Eren’s sides, marking the omega as his. Only his. His to fuck, his to tease, his to knot. Only Levi.
The mattress creaked with the hasty rocking of his hips, his slicked dribbled past his knuckles and spilled on the bed. He was too far in to think about the mess he would have to clean. The inferno was consuming everything coherent in him, leaving him blank with only one command: fuck yourself, make yourself come.
“Ahh shit.” He head thrashed side to side. He lifted his hips and rolling onto the fingers working him deeply. “Levi…so close, so close. Ah” One thick stream of cum spurted from his cock, caking his abdomens that heaved up and down raggedly. He sagged back to the bed, body completely spent and his hand drowned in his own substance.
Closing his eyes, Eren placated the second wave of want coursing up his spine. He concentrated on the blackness behind his eye lids to dispute the impulse to fuck himself all over again. A minute passed before he conquered the ravenous need. Breathing calmly, he opened his eyes to spy the mess awaiting him. Copious amount of cum splattered across his stomach and chest and he grimaced.
Thumping his head on the pillow, he groused, “Fuck…”