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Harsh, desperate pounding rattles Levi’s bedroom door in its frame. The sudden commotion has him nearly jumping out of his skin, cursing under his breath as one of his buttons pops off his shirt and rolls away under the wardrobe. Great, he can’t wear that to the meeting. Huffing, he hastily unbuttons the ruined mess, jerking it off his shoulders as the pounding continues. It actually sounds like it might fall off the hinges at any second.
“Someone better be dying!” he snarls, tossing the fabric to his bed, stomping to the door in just his briefs and undershirt. Whoever it was, they were getting him as is, especially if it was so damn important. They would just have to deal with his state of undress. “What, the fuck, do you—”
As he slams the door open, he’s instantly hit with a wall of rutting alpha pheromones and an even sturdier wall of muscle. Choking on the air he swears he can taste, he scowls, peering out from under his bangs as he looks up, nearly craning his head all the way back to glare at Mike. The massive alpha towers over him, breathing laboriously. His eyes eerily train directly on Levi, gaze full of raw, carnal hunger. He’s nearly sweat through his own undershirt and the scent mixes in with the musk currently seeping from his glands. Levi sees the slight oily shine on the side of his neck.
In simpler terms, Mike smells damn delicious, and Levi’s cock twitches traitorously in his briefs, promptly hardening.
Mike grumbles in his chest and leans down, planting his nose in Levi’s hair and sniffing deeply — hard enough to lift a couple of strands — as he backs them into the captain's room. It’s not hard to do, seeing as the alpha is built like a brick wall. Disgruntled, Levi swats at him, ducking from the hound’s nose like dodging a diving bird.
“Oi! You keep that thing to yourself, hound. If I know you, it’ll be one sniff, then a kiss, and then full-blown—”
Mid-sentence, the alpha snags him up in his arms, crooning for the omega and lovingly snuffling against his neck. A series of wet, enticing kisses up Levi’s neck makes him shiver and forget everything he was complaining about, the feeling too good to resist. The hairs of Mike’s mustache tickle over his skin and he squirms against the alpha’s front, successfully feeling out the hard, thick length of him against his stomach. His belly swoops in response and a dribble of slick starts to wet his briefs. A large hand slides down his back and grabs a handful of his ass, squeezing firmly. Levi groans freely out into the room. It feels nice being encaged in the strong arms of such a nice-smelling alpha.
Not a moment later, his lips are claimed by Mike, and the alpha kisses him breathless, hungry, and desperate. The alpha rocks his hips, grinding into the omega lewdly, and making his intentions very clear.
“Mike!” Levi exclaims, finally breaking their lips apart long enough to gasp in air. He grabs the man’s biceps in an attempt to peel himself back. “Seriously? Right now? I’ve got a meeting to be in! I’m already late.”
Undeterred, Mike simply plants his face in Levi’s neck and resumes his enticing nibbles. Biting his lip, Levi squirms again. Fuck, it feels good. But, he knows if he lets Mike cop a feel, he won’t make that meeting. Hell, neither of them would probably leave this room for the duration of the alpha’s rut if Levi let him get his way. Mike was on auto-pilot. His instincts had completely taken over and his inner alpha certainly didn’t care if Levi had a schedule to attend to.
Instincts didn’t acknowledge made-up things like schedules. Breeding was far more important to the inner dynamic, obviously.
“B-Bastard.”
Levi shoves at him again, though his efforts are half-hearted at best. It’s not that he’s opposed to sleeping with Mike, but more that he’s worried about his appearance with Erwin and the other veterans. He’s a man of his word: if he says he’ll be somewhere, he’ll be there. It’s rather difficult to make that weekly staff meeting when there’s a rutting brute currently salivating all over his neck.
Mike snorts into his neck, nuzzling up into his hair, before sucking the thin skin of Levi's neck into his mouth and leaving a deep hickey on Levi’s gland. The omega moans, his next curse cut off mid-sentence. Pure ecstasy rushes through his body and down to his toes. Fuck, Mike knew just what to do to turn a guy on…
Like watching a disaster in slow motion, Levi feels the alpha start to lean all his weight on him. His eyes fly wide open and his fingers clench tight in trepidation.
“Oi! Oi! No!”
Levi’s strong. He’s Humanity’s Strongest. But Mike is fucking huge. When the alpha tries to urge them to the floor, intent on getting on top of him, Levi grunts and strains under his massive frame.
“You fucking mutt. Don’t you dare,” Levi grits out, legs trembling. “If you think you’re gonna fuck me, at least do it on the bed! It’s right there! Just a little to your left! C’mon!”
Mike swipes his thick trunk of an arm underneath the back of Levi’s knees, swiftly scooping the omega up by his legs with ease, only to send them both crashing to the ground.
“— you're left, damnit!” Levi wheezes as he’s squished between the floor and a big, horny alpha. His shorter limbs splay out on the floor, peeking out from underneath the alpha’s looming form that almost covers him completely.
Whilst Levi bitches him out, Mike grumbles in his throat and continues to rub their groins together, unbothered by the omega’s sour attitude. Clearly, his alpha hindbrain was much more interested in plowing and knotting the omega beneath him as soon as possible than wasting precious seconds with trivial things like getting on the bed. After a few delicious humps that have Levi huffing and begrudgingly planting his feet to hook up against the alpha’s rolling hips, Mike detaches his hold long enough to kiss and nose his way down Levi’s torso.
In one swift movement, he shoves his face directly into Levi’s crotch, inhaling audibly. His nose bumps against Levi’s small cock causing a little dribble of precum to wet a patch over the tip. Levi had just come from a wash in the communal showers, but it’s still mortifying to be sniffed down there. It’s so lewd; Levi can’t stop the furious blush that blooms over his face. Hopeless to stop the inevitable, the omega tries to push him away with a firm palm at his forehead, shoving, but the huge alpha is undeterred.
“You fucking mutt! That’s disgusting. Are you actually a dog?”
His protests taper off when the alpha starts mouthing over his hardening cock and lapping at the growing wet spot just below. The harsh hook of his nose rocks up against Levi’s clit, making his legs spasm.
“You insatiable fucking beast, now just hang on a second—” Levi gasps.
Too late to stop it, Mike’s fingers greedily bunch up into his waistband and rip the article down, splitting the seam as it catches on one sharp jut of the omega’s hip bone. Levi yelps as he slides across the floorboards from the force of it and ends up on his back.
“Now you’ve done it,” Levi snarls, grabbing two handfuls of shaggy hair and pulling in reprimand, trying to yank the alpha up his body. “Next trip into town, you owe me a week of your salary for a new pair.”
The alpha tugs back, pulling towards his prize before shoving his face between the omega’s legs, groaning against Levi’s newly bared wet folds. A long, hot tongue slips over his seam and flicks up against the nub above.
“What the—? Ohhh…”
Levi sighs in pleasure, all at once turning limp and pliant. Mike thrusts his face between the omega’s spread legs again, moving his face in further to get his tongue deeper. The omega melts back against the floor and lets the alpha pleasure him, eyes fluttering and lips parting in hazy pleasure, inhibitions down and all prior complaints evaporating like titan steam. Enthusiastically, the man laps at him, working his tongue deep within Levi’s body. His nose grinds into the omega’s clit, and his fingers dig into the fat just below Levi’s hip bones, keeping him firmly on his mouth.
Steady licking at his core has Levi making tiny noises of pleasure as a feeling of urgency grows deep within him. Mike’s tongue is soft, but firm, and is able to make the most wicked movements inside of him. The man is quite talented, Levi has to admit.
All too soon, the tight ball in his belly explodes and Levi trembles and whines as he clenches down on the man’s tongue, toes curling as Mike simply does not stop. The alpha laps each gush of slick from his twitching hole, a pleased rumble in his chest, and fingers kneading at Levi’s hip. Each passing swipe of the alpha’s tongue over his clip sends a jolt of lazy pleasure through him. For once, Levi feels nothing to complain about, content to have Mike lapping away at him, working him through his high. Soon, the alpha turns to his next prize: Levi’s cock. Hot breaths puff over the sensitive skin, Mike suckles the tip into his mouth and works over the length a little bit, groaning at the taste of the omega’s precum.
Whimpering at the intense sensation so soon after an orgasm, Levi squirms under his hands, torn between rucking up into that hot mouth and twisting away. Thankfully, Mike only spends a few moments sucking at his cock before crawling over top of him, working his own pants down and settling to place them chest to chest. The big alpha lays all his weight down on him, crushing him to the floor once again. Levi wheezes as he’s once again smushed beneath Mike’s weight.
“...heavy bastard,” he gasps, but the insult has little bite to it. In contrast to his attitude, Levi’s thighs part wide for the alpha to settle between. Mike’s thick, hot cock lays across his puffy, glistening seam, smearing the length in thick slick. A shudder goes through the omega’s body at the intimate brush of the alpha’s cock at his recently pleasured entrance.
Sweetly, Mike nibbles and sucks at Levi’s neck, enticing him with a cooing rumble in his chest while making suggestive movements of his hips. The slow grinding circles bump against the omega’s stiff clit and slides his cock teasingly between the two lips. A little squirt of slick gushes from him at the alpha’s coaxing, providing plenty of lubrication for the alpha to rock into. Soon, an array of decorative hickeys and love bites color the side of the omega’s throat, and a few trailing, developing bruises have been scattered over his collarbones and chest. The alpha rumbles for him, angling his hips back to nudge his tip against his hole.
Levi grumbles, “Fine, I guess you’ve earned it.”
With the granted permission, Mike slides in with one deep, smooth motion, making Levi suck in a sharp breath and close his eyes. His head arches back as the alpha hilts himself gently. His lax hole stretches wide around the alpha’s girth, twitching and fluttering as he’s filled deep.
“F-Fuck,” Levi whispers, burying his head in Mike’s chest, and taking deep breaths to calm himself, drinking in the scent of musk and arousal. The man was huge.
As if on cue, Mike starts pistoning in and out shallowly, grinding them together with short, quick thrusts. It doesn’t feel half bad; Mike's tip rubs over a special spot inside, only bringing out the good feeling of his recent orgasm. Levi knows the alpha won’t last long, given he’s on an intense wave of his rut. Alphas weren’t exactly known for their stamina when every cell within them was commanding them to knot and spill into the closest womb.
For now, Levi just has to lay back and take it. Mike will get it out of his system soon. Not that the omega has any complaints: there are worse ways to start a morning. Having a handsome, well-endowed alpha take him isn’t half bad. At least the alpha was gentle enough that he wasn’t pounding away like a brute. The only downside is that Levi’s back is definitely going to be killing him later from fucking on the hard floor.
From the corner of his eye, Levi glares at his soft bed, just a mere foot away.
He’ll never let Mike hear the end of this when he comes back to his senses. Perhaps the man could atone for his sins by aiding Levi through his next heat. The omega certainly wouldn’t mind some decent head and a good knotting to get him through the miserable week. A much better way to spend his cycle than with just his own hand for company.
On one particularly well-angled thrust, Levi moans into Mike’s skin, toes curling at the gentle thrusting. Fuck, that’s nice.
Thumping footsteps heading right for his door practically vibrate through Levi, seeing as he’s pressed directly to the floorboards. His eyes fly open as he realizes what it means. Before his brain can truly process what he hears and snarl a warning to Mike, the door bursts open, and with it, the crowing greeting of the most annoying person within the walls: Hange.
“LEEVIIII!” They shriek, bursting in without knocking. The previously cracked door bangs against the wall from the force of their entry. They barely bat an eye at the two scouts coupling on the captain's floor.
“Ah! There you are,” They exclaim. "I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Their muted beta scent washes over Levi, cutting through the thick cloud of mating pheromones that have built up in the stuffy room. At the interruption, Mike doesn’t even lose pace, hilting himself on the next thrust and forcing a choked gasp from Levi, despite his efforts to keep his noises to himself with the impromptu audience.
“Mike — fancy seeing you here,” they politely address the alpha over top of him, adjusting the thick stack of papers in their hand and pressing their glasses up their nose.
“Oi! Are you fucking kidding me? A little privacy please!” Levi snaps, though his attempted threatening tone which was ruined by the enthusiastic thrusting of Mike. His voice ends in jilted breaths and his tone is far too airy to be intimidating.
“Nothing to be ashamed about, my dear Levi! Nothing I haven’t seen before. We all need an itch scratched now and then, and I know Mike can be quite the talented lover. I’ll just take a moment of your time.”
Delicately, they tiptoe past the actively mating pair and further into Levi’s room. Too preoccupied with chasing relief within Levi, Mike doesn't even grunt in response to the beta’s presence.
Hange frowns at the snub. “Oh, poo. You find one slick omega to stick your dick into and all of a sudden I’m chopped liver!”
They plop themselves down onto Levi’s poor neglected bed, pulling out a complex series of documents. “Anyway! I should have known this was what was holding you up from our very important meeting when neither of you showed up.” They snicker slightly to themself and flip to a seemingly random page. “Since you never graced our agreed-upon location, I figured I’d come to you! Now, where was I…”
Levi glares as best he can from between the crook of the alpha’s elbow. The thick massive arm holds him securely in place like a tree branch. His body jolts every time Mike sheaths himself, breath stilted.
“Kinda busy right now, Hange,” he says, strained, teeth gritted.
Hange flaps their hand dismissively. “No mind, I’ll do all the talking, you just have to listen. And continue to be a good little sleeve for our dear Mike here,” They add cheekily.
Just then, Mike slightly shifts the angle of his thrusts. Levi groans when the alpha starts rubbing up against his spot again. The alpha's knot is halfway inflated, nudging at his slick entrance with gentle, wet noises and making the excitement grow in the room. An alpha on the cusp of a knot sends a certain pheromone scent out to ward away competitors. Levi feels high on it, head spinning, and body slick and lax. It’s been a while since he’s had even a halfway decent fuck. He wouldn’t mind a knot right now at all. Mike’s earned it.
The only thing sullying the wonderful feeling is the intense stare of Hange’s bespectacled gaze boring into them. It’s hard for him to fully relax knowing the beta’s lapping up every grunt and moan the pair produces with undisguised obsession. They are always way too interested in mating dynamics for his liking: Levi’s escapades in particular. Right now, they stare creepily at the mating pair, no doubt watching right between their legs with a slight maniacal grin on their face.
They whip out their notebook, tossing the mountain of papers to the floor carelessly, where they scatter in every direction. “You know what? Screw the meeting, we can go over that after. Do you mind if I take notes? Both of Humanity’s Strongest — mating together on this fine morning! What a rare occasion. How long has he been at it? In fact, when was your last heat cycle? Perhaps he sought you out because you smell particularly fertile to him right now!”
“Eat shit,” Levi croaks, turning to shove his face in the side of the alpha’s hair as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. Mike’s rut scent fills his lungs with each breath, thick and sultry. Subtly, he tries to buck his hips up in time with the alpha’s thrusts to get a better angle, slick folds trying to grip the alpha tight. Walls, he’s almost there… if he could just —
“This could be a huge development in my research Levi! You must help answer some of my questions! This is primary source data!”
Hange’s annoying voice pulls him out of the zone and he growls with frustration.
“Is— ah fuck! Hah, ah, Mike~!” Levi howls with pleasure when the alpha’s cock hits right where he needs it, unable to stop his leg from twitching and kicking out. Mike starts grinding his knot steadily against him. Recovering, Levi spits, “Is your research on being a fucking pervert?”
Hange grins wildly, “Not quite! Sorry to disappoint, shorty. Though, I will say I'm always interested in watching in the future if that checks a box for you!”
Levi groans.
“Happy to help you out, my dear Levi.”
They watch as the alpha forcefully plows against the omega's backside, sighing dreamily. “Could you imagine the babies you two would have? What potential! Maybe you should let him knock you up, you know, for science! I’ll talk to Erwin about your maternity leave.”
“Ghh!” The skin at Mike’s shoulders splits red as Levi digs his nails in underneath the thin material of his undershirt and drags them down the alpha's back, scratching for purchase. “I’m not having fucking science babies for you!” He snarls, lifting his head to glare over the alpha’s shoulder.
Hange steeples their fingers in front of their mouth looking sly. “So, you wouldn’t be opposed to having say… normal babies?”
“Hange!” Levi yells angrily. At the omega calling a different name than his, Mike grumbles and bites deep into the omega's neck, pinning him in reprimand, hips halting. Levi shrieks airily, voice high and sweet, and he goes prone and submissive, squirming on the alpha's cock. “Mike!” He gasps obediently.
Hange chuckles. “Ooh, there’s a good boy,” they tease. “Did he break the skin? Or is it just bruised?”
Neither party answers them, too caught up in their shared bliss, but Hange doesn’t appear offended, watching the pair with owl eyes behind their glasses. Mike unlatches his jaw and tucks himself back against Levi’s neck to resume his fervent thrusting. Levi’s muscles have softened some, starting to stretch around the alpha’s girth.
“Can I touch myself?” Hange’s hopeful voice faintly cuts through the alpha’s low growling as he gets closer to knotting.
“NO!” Levi growls, glaring over at them and the obvious lump in their pants. “Take your weirdness elsewhere, four-eyes. We're busy.”
“Mike doesn’t mind me being here,” they point out cheekily. “Sheesh, you get crabby when you want a knot. Is it in yet?”
As they say this, there’s an audible pop through the room and the alpha sinks low into Levi’s body. Levi gasps with delight, arching back against the floorboards with a high whine. He hides his face in the alpha’s neck to muffle his whimpers. One leg weakly tries to hook over the alpha’s hip, slipping for purchase a few times before successfully wrapping around.
“Ope, never mind, there it is,” Hange says brightly, making a few scratching notes.
Levi’s other foot slides uselessly against the wooden planks of the floor, trying to scrape for leverage in response to his overwhelming bliss. He tries to hike his hips up higher and rub against the alpha. Mike gently grinds them down, pressing them firmly together and wedging his knot in deeper. The movement sends the omega's legs spasming with shock after shock of pleasure as the alpha massages his pelvis against Levi’s clit.
Fascination plays over the beta’s inquisitive features. “How’s it feel now?”
“So good…” Levi gasps airily, knot drunk and happy, his tongue lax now that he’s flying high on hormones.
Hange chuckles affectionately. “Good to know, shorty.” They write a few notes down on their overstuffed notebook. As they continue to scribble down random observations, they chatter on and on under their breath, theorizing. The tied pair lay breathing hard at their feet — Mike oblivious, and Levi, doing his best to tune them out and enjoy the high.
Hange slides off the bed to kneel beside them. “Alright Levi, if you had to estimate for me, how many ounces of semen do you think Mike dispelled into you just now? And would you say you feel the deposit further up your vaginal canal near your cervix, or lower?” Getting no reply from the huffing omega, they don’t let that stop them. Glasses glinting in the sunlight, they look particularly maniacal. “Here! Let me just palpate your womb for you now and I can take a sample to measure later.”
Just as Hange reaches out to stick their hand between the mating pair, Mike jerks from Levi’s neck and snaps for their fingers, lips pulled back to bare his fangs in an intimidating snarl. In the nick of time, Hange yanks their hand back, grin unwavering.
“Got it, got it. No-touchy the knotted omega,” They titter, sitting back on their calves to make another note. “Possessive behavior, good, good.”
They check the watch on their wrist. “Whelp, you should be in this position for at least another five minutes — I’ll go get you both some water, my dear baby-makers. Wouldn’t want to be dehydrated now would we?” They cackle, jumping to their feet to prance from the room, jovial and unfettered.
When they’re finally gone, Levi sighs and nuzzles up against the alpha’s chin, purring quietly. Mike nuzzles him back and cracks his lips, finally coming back to himself after knotting and hitting a lull.
“They watched, didn’t they?” He murmurs, voice rough and deep from growling and its recent disuse.
Huffing laughter into the man’s neck, Levi nods. “Yep.”
Mike groans and shifts in place, adjusting his knees to a better position.
They both hear Hange’s obnoxiously loud bellowing from down the hall, declaring to their assistant Moblit that they must observe the mating pair for the remainder of the week. Pounding footsteps make their way back up the hall, growing closer.
“Aaand… they’re coming back,” Levi says with a wince.
Mike chuckles. “Hope you’re ready to answer how many cups of slick you produce on a normal cycle.”
“They do this shit often?” Levi asks, disbelieving.
Mike laughs again. “They grow on you.”
Hange slams back into the room, a water pitcher in either hand, just as Mike’s knot starts to soften and slip out.
“LEEVIII!” They squawk, tripping over themselves as they tumble into the room. “Don’t get up just yet, let me go get a beaker first! I need to measure the excess fluids. Think of the tests I could run!”
Levi covers his face with his hands and groans.
It was going to be a long week.