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Levi coughed, drawing the attention of a number of students within his vicinity. He cockily stared forward, pretty aware that people were just looking for a reason to check him out. He wanted to cough again, because fuck, he really needed to cut back on the cigarettes, but that wasn’t something he wanted to openly broadcast.

One particular stare gaze lingered, definitely catching Levi’s attention, and caused him to glance in the direction he felt it coming from. Just slightly down his aisle of desks and up one row — he recognized it immediately as a boy, but not just any. It was Eren.

Levi couldn’t help the swell of pride that formed within his chest. Eren was a fucking stupidly gorgeous piece of ass — Levi could hardly will himself down when he realized it was his attention he’d garnered. However, he tried to get himself to think straight again — the brunet seemed far too gullible for Levi’s liking. It’s not that he thought the brunet wasn’t smart — his superiority complex willing — but something had been barring him from pursuing him throughout his whole semester that they had been in the same class. 

Eren actually seemed kind of like a nerd — he hung out with that mega nerd, Armin, and goth bitch, Mikasa — so Levi couldn’t really be seen as associated with any of them. He had a reputation to maintain — he was the social VP of his frat, so appearances were everything. But to be honest, even if he wasn’t, Levi wouldn’t want to fuck with losers like them anyway. 

But… okay. Those big green eyes that were gazing at him from all those meters away remained engaged, interested, and inquisitive looking into his own. Levi cocked an eyebrow and darted his tongue out to wet his dry lips — the movement seemed to finally knock Eren out of his daze, because he twitched and furiously swung back around to face forward. Levi couldn’t get a visual on him following that, so the same smug fucking smirk formed on his lips once again.

What a virgin.

Levi wasn’t super fond of virgins, or rather, he didn’t give a shit about them. He didn’t want to have to teach anyone how to suck his cock — he didn’t like to waste fucking time in general. Levi liked to get down to business — get his dick sucked then fuck the living hell out of whoever was lucky enough to get in his bed that evening (or morning, or afternoon, honestly). Also, he’d graduated from fucking girls in his underclassmen years to basically solely fucking guys now. There was a simple give and take — no tits, but fuck, tighter holes. Plus, Levi was pretty typically in a constant internal power struggle with himself, and being the one to take a man’s masculinity away from him just really fucking did it for him. 

He could send the girls Erwin’s or Mike’s way. Or literally anyone else’s, he didn’t give a shit about them. No matter how hard they tried to push their tits in his face or bend over to show off their admittedly gorgeous asses, Levi liked what he liked.

It was annoying that his mind returned to little snot-nosed fuck, Eren. Levi took a deep breath to try to think through it, but it was hard. He was hard. There was something about Eren that was teasing Levi, like maybe he would be a valuable conquest if he really put some thought into it. 

To his point, with the way he had looked at him just now, the kid was definitely gay, but more than that, he most likely desperately wanted it up the ass from Levi in particular.

Levi sat in that stupid fucking chair with a half-chub for at least the last ten remaining minutes of class, not really giving a shit if anyone cared to look at the mild tent forming in his lap. He was twenty-two — twenty-two year olds get boners for fuck’s sake — and his size was nothing to be ashamed of.

When their professor called the class for the day, Levi continued to sit in his seat for a couple more moments to will himself to calm the fuck down. Mike, who had been sitting next to him the whole class, just scoffed as he stood up, however turned into a full-blown laugh when he realized the gravity of the situation. Whatever, it ultimately helped Levi to grow annoyed enough to finally become limp again.

“Fuck off, bastard,” Levi snarled, finally able to stand to pick up his laptop bag and textbook. The laughter ended, but the smirk remained.

“Hey. Did you pick someone for Friday?” Mike asked in a low tone. It wasn’t that Levi was concerned anyone was going to hear, but he still got mad at the much taller man for bringing it up in public.

“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” Levi hissed. He nodded towards the walk way that Mike was currently standing in to get moving, he had another class in ten minutes. “Erwin already picked two girls.”

Mike’s smirk persisted. “But you don’t fuck girls,” he teased in that same low tone. 

Levi was about to respond with something devastating to shut the giant up, but he stopped himself when he remembered that people were within earshot. Mike was honestly a brother to him, and despite Levi being a sucker for power trips, it would be his biggest regret to act like a dick and bring dishonor to their frat’s name. “I’ll figure something out,” he replied in an equally low tone. 

Yes, it was already Thursday, and his frat was throwing a party tomorrow evening, but it wasn’t even all that remarkable. Their frat throws parties every single fucking week, it’s just that this one is a larger and arguably more important gathering — they would be hosting two of the top sorority houses. Levi had enough on his plate organizing the event, which basically just meant selecting the houses that were allowed entrance (only the top ones, easy), procuring bids (basically a ticket system which gave those exclusive guests access to the party), setting up roles for the shitty underclassmen (newer members), and making sure the place was in tip top fucking shape. 

Levi ran a pretty tight ship.

But, recently, he’d been slipping. Coursework has been overcoming him, he’s also interviewing for potential roles at the biggest companies in the tech industry come graduation time next month, so these stupid fucking parties were the least of his worries. He did need to get his dick wet to relieve stress, and he could do that without throwing a party if he wanted, but it didn’t have the same dangerous thrill to it.

Levi significantly enjoyed taking someone back to his room, locking the door, pushing them on his bed only to grab them by the hair and hold on tight while he slowly unzipped his pants zipper. 

He was snapped out of his disgustingly horny memories of getting the best head of his life by the sudden appearance of big green eyes.

“Hi.” Eren was speaking to him.

Levi blinked. Woah, why was he so close to him? And what the fuck did he think he was doing, talking to Levi in plain day like this? Regardless, he responded. “Hello.”

Eren’s face lit up, flashing the cutest fucking smile Levi’s way. Okay, what the hell was this, an ambush? “I just wanted to say,” Eren’s confidence dipped, because he seemed to fumble with his words, “like, sorry for staring at you earlier? I have this thing with light sensitivity in my eyes where I get stuck staring into space and it’s… it’s whatever, it’s not really important, you look like you don’t really care.”

A small amount of amusement was visible on Levi’s face as he thought to himself, what a perceptive brat. Maybe he wasn’t as gullible as Levi initially thought. “Don’t worry.” Levi sounded so smug. “I’m used to it.”

Yeah, he was fucking attractive. Levi couldn’t do anything to affect that if he tried — he had strong, sharp facial features, a perfectly toned body, and the attitude of a fucking winner. He excelled in his classes, had a high ranking position in his fraternity, and was on a trajectory for a perfect fucking life. He couldn’t even really explain it; Levi simply was just good at anything he put his mind to.

The arrogance seemed to go right over Eren’s head. “Okay, just wanted you to know that I’m not obsessed with you,” he joked, then turned towards the exit to their building. He lifted a hand to wave, accompanying that perfect smile, which gave Levi pause. 

Fuck, was he going to do this?

“Eren!” Levi didn’t mean to raise his voice. He was instantly ashamed of himself for putting care into a conversation outside of those with his close friends. He didn’t care about Eren, he simply wanted to fuck him. Okay, fuck. The cat’s out of the bag. 

Eren stopped and turned back towards Levi, a pretty pink hue forming on his cheeks.

And it’s confirmed. He wants to get fucked by me, too. 

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Levi asked in a cool, even tone. Thank god. Mike made a sound by his side, but didn’t say anything.

Eren parted his lips like he was going to respond, but then closed them. He looked like he was about to admit he had some fucking alcohol-free fucking game night he had probably RSVP’d to already, but Eren knew better than to say that. Good boy, Levi thought to himself snidely. 

“Nothing.” He was doing a pretty good job at hiding his excitement, Levi could give him that. To be honest, Levi’s heart was thudding heavily in his own chest for some fucking reason as well. Was it because Eren blushed? Or because he lied and said he was free? Because he was wearing a pair of slacks that perfectly hugged his plump ass and a see-through short-sleeve button down? Levi wanted to laugh internally, because yeah, it was that one. Eren’s body… He was super hot.

“Come to my frat’s party tomorrow night,” Levi continued with that casual tone that spoke from a place of power. He loved watching Eren’s big seafoam green eyes grow even wider with surprise. “I don’t have anything to give you right now to get in, but you can ask for me when you get there.”

“O—oh,” Eren replied almost immediately. Virgin. He licked his pretty lips, looked down for a moment, then returned an even shyer gaze Levi’s way once again. “Yeah, I can. I’ll free. I’m — I’ll be free, I mean.” 

Levi couldn’t contain his smirk, which was probably more of a cruel smile at this point. This was easy.

“What time is it — will it be?” Eren asked next with big hopeful eyes, like he was concerned the opportunity might get taken away from him if he wasn’t careful.

Mike snorted, causing Levi to side-eye glare at him. But in all honesty, it was a stupid fucking question. Levi hadn’t realized his own lips had parted due to surprise, but he closed them and tried his best to smile kindly, although he was confident it didn’t reach his eyes. “Eleven.”

Eren made a face, like he was alarmed at Levi’s answer. “Eleven?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. God, he makes me want to bully him so fucking hard.  

Levi figured he could wait until Eren showed up tomorrow night to slap him around plenty. 

The older boy’s lack of response must have solidified Eren’s understanding that he heard him correctly. The brunet boy seemed to swallow then nod his head. “That’s — cool. I’ll see you tomorrow, Levi.”

In spite of his embarrassing fumbling, Eren still managed to put on a devastatingly gorgeous smile — one that definitely reached his eyes — and lift his hand to wave at him once again.

Levi stood there for another moment, just kind of stunned by how innocent this boy was, trying to remind himself that he doesn’t like to deal with virgins. He said that, right? Virgins were a waste of time — he wasn’t particularly into popping cherries or whatever. That never particularly appealed to him.

“You hard again?” Still standing at his side, Mike teased him once again.

Levi couldn’t even lie, so he scoffed instead. “Fuck yeah, I am.”

It was done; Eren forced his hand. The blame was all on him for what was about to go down Friday — tomorrow — night.

- — -

“Levi!” An underclassman was calling him. What the fuck!? Couldn’t he see he was fucking busy?

“What!?” he demanded, turning around, ready to wail on the fuck. Levi tried to tell himself he had to yell over the loud music and copious amount of bodies occupying the space, not because he was stressed the fuck out. Levi Ackermann does not get stressed the fuck out.

“There’s a dude here, he said you would—”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” Levi spoke in a low tone, physically reaching out to the underclassman — Gunther? — by his shoulder to move him out of his path. Levi was astounded he’d lost track of time this fucking badly. People showed up as early as nine for pregame, and he’d been tied up making sure that there were enough materials, as well as doing his rounds to connect with all their newcomers.

He was on a warpath for the foyer, grabbing the door knob to throw it open and get met with a crowd of people lining up to either use their bids or connections to get into the party. Eren would be doing the latter. Where was that — ah, there.

“Oi!” 

Eren turned at the sudden bellow from the familiar voice. Levi watched as those big fucking green eyes landed on him, and then the small, coy smile that followed. 

Holy fuck, Levi was going to enjoy tonight.

He slapped a hand down on the brother in charge of managing guests to get his attention, nodding in Eren’s direction. “Let him in.”

“He’s a dude,” the brother protested, “and he doesn’t have a bid.”

Levi turned to glare at the underclassman. What the fuck — who the fuck did he think he was talking to? Levi hardly recognized him, just ignored his statement to reach out a hand to the brunet boy who was in line. Eren’s face fell in surprise as he looked between the hand being offered to him and the gorgeous face that belonged to the upperclassman. 

Eren tentatively stepped forward, aware that there were a number of people watching in shock as a — quite frankly — nobody, although cute, was getting a personal invite from Levi Ackermann. He could probably only vaguely recognize that girls were glaring daggers at him while some of the guys just stared in disbelief. 

Once their hands touched, Levi yanked the boy up the stairs in one swift movement, collecting him in a surprisingly intimate embrace at his chest. He thrived off of the small noise of surprise Eren made, but tried not to dwell on it so that he could address the problem.

“Don’t fucking question me again, sophomore,” Levi snarled into the underclassmen's ear, who promptly nodded in understanding. He stood back up to address Eren, who still had that cute dazed look on his face, making Levi smirk. 

Did he already realize that this was going to be so easy? Because it was.

Eren was guided into the mansion of a frat house with the door closed immediately behind him. Levi couldn’t help but give him a quick up and down look over just to assess what he was working with — Eren was wearing a silk short sleeve button down that was unbuttoned just below his collarbone, exposing pretty golden skin beneath, and wore similarly well fitting slacks, although this time they were black instead of navy, with black leather chelsea boots.

Levi clicked his tongue, he was impressed. Eren had never disappointed him with his outfit choices in the past — not that Levi had been keeping an eye on him or anything — but the boy apparently knew how to work well with what his mother gave him. 

“Want anything to drink?” Levi asked, internally proceeding to think, it’ll make this easier. That wasn’t something he wanted Eren to know, though. “I’m buying,” he teased with a smirk. The fraternity association paid for everything, obviously. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Eren replied, an equally cheesy response. 

Levi didn’t drink any of the bullshit the frat bought for house parties, of course; his nicer alcohol cabinet was conveniently located in his bedroom upstairs. Just as he was about to invite him up, a hand came down on his shoulder.

“Levi, a moment?”

God fucking dammit. Levi sighed, turning to see his president clamping a hand down on his shoulder, which he promptly shrugged off. “What?”

“Who the fuck is this?” Erwin asked, looking Eren up and down. There was interest clear as day on his face, which made Levi feel uncharacteristically possessive. “Our new toy?”

Levi had initially framed it like he was intending to share Eren this evening with some of the other brothers, but the longer he thought about it — not to mention now that he was standing here looking like that — the less happy he was with that idea. 

Levi purposefully didn’t answer his question, just clenched down on his jaw muscles and hissed, “You’re straight, remember?”

Erwin sucked his lower lip in between his lips while he proceeded to stare at Eren, or just his ass, then nodded. Levi couldn’t believe the brunet boy couldn’t feel the intensity of that big bastard’s gaze directed right at him. “Right. I’ve got some people waiting in my room.” Levi wanted to say something snide in response, but Erwin continued to add, “There are some people looking for you in the second living room, by the way. Might want to go say hi first before you get… preoccupied.”

A bunch of guys came down the stairs, catching his attention, realizing they were some of the loud as fuck juniors. Levi glared at them as they descended, and watched as all their eyes landed on Eren. There was no way he could go deal with whoever wanted him and keep Eren within his sights — this little brat was already becoming a liability.

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch over him,” Erwin insisted, side stepping Levi to approach Eren and introduce himself. Levi’s eyes lingered on the now blushing freshman, who appeared completely enamoured with Erwin’s whole presence — it was no surprise, everyone was. It pissed Levi the fuck off. He watched for an extra second as Erwin began introducing Eren to some of the brothers who arrived from upstairs. Levi just had to pray for the best while he went to attend to some of the guests in the other room.

Big surprise, it was Petra, a junior who was always begging for his attention. It’s not like she wasn’t hot, and they had made out a couple of times… maybe did more, Levi couldn’t remember, but she’s still trying so fucking hard. It was annoying, but it was his duty.

“Levi!” she cried, reaching her arms out, making her tits bounce in the process, as she ran into his arms. Levi accepted her, wrapping his arms around her as well and smiling in front of the other guests. He couldn’t let down his appearance as VP of social events nor let anyone know he was truly a selfish, frigid asshole. So for now, he’d have to socially put out. 

“Hey,” he said in a soft voice, growing instantly annoyed when she giggled so loudly in response.

“Have a drink with us!” Petra shouted with a gasp, then turned to look at the others who were also looking expectantly at him. See, these were the fucking people he had to fucking placate in order to keep relationships in tip top shape between frats and sororities… They pissed Levi the fuck off.

“Sure,” he replied in that cool voice of his. Levi tried hard not to count the seconds that passed where he wasn’t presently able to fuck one of Eren’s holes, but it didn’t end up being that hard. They each took a shot of top shelf tequila, courtesy of Petra, and after talking for a couple minutes, Levi tried to excuse him to tend to others when Petra petulantly begged him to do one more, clinging to his arm the whole time. “Sure,” he heard himself repeating, a beaten smile on his face again. 

Levi had to fucking sneak away after the third one he’d been roped into, because he didn’t want to — couldn’t — fuck himself up with whiskey dick. He left the living room to walk through the house, saying hi only to those who said hi to him in the first place.

He ended up getting invited to drink with three other separate groups of people, but declined each one, lying by saying he was going to smoke, and then he’d come back. Levi had absolutely no fucking intentions of following through with his promises. 

Finally he made it to the foyer, then took two stairs at a time to reach the top. He kept silent as he walked down the hall, a creeping suspicion that he was already aware what he was about to walk into. It better fucking not be, but if it is, Levi would have to not totally lose his shit. He made it to the first common room on the second floor, which ended up having a couple guys hosting girls talking and/or vaping. Levi was supposed to tell them not to fucking do that, or at least be more covert about it, but he didn’t have time for that bullshit. 

Okay, if Eren wasn’t on this floor… Levi felt one of his eyes twitch. 

He had been fucking set up, hadn’t he? His lips parted and he scoffed in disbelief. By his own fucking brothers? Never in his life had he experienced this fucking level of disrespect. 

Levi calmly took to the stairs to reach the third floor, where most of the upperclassmen rooms were located. He took his time, perhaps as an attempt to calm himself a little better, on his way to Erwin’s fucking bedroom. He was the president, so he got the best room in the whole house, but Levi was prepared to tear it a-fucking-part right now.

It took all he had not to kick the door in, but the way he ended up opening it wasn’t that far off from the intended effect. Although there was loud music blaring, everyone noticed him and looked over. 

There, in the center of the room, were four brothers standing in a circle with their dicks out, each jerking themselves off in the direction of the boy kneeling on the floor. In Eren’s direction. 

Eren had both wrists bound behind his back with little to no slack to allow him any movement at all. His ankles weren’t tied up, but one brother was stepping on his feet in some kind of act of dominance, effectively keeping him in place. Levi was in utter disbelief at the visual before him.  

The weirdest part wasn’t showing up to a gangbang — this was a frat, for fuck’s sake, Levi has seen much worse — it was the fact that Eren appeared to be enjoying it. Every fucking second of it. 

Eren’s face was a deep red colour — embarrassment, getting slapped, or from drinking, Levi wasn’t sure — with slick cummy-looking substances smeared all over the golden skin of his cheekbones, nose, and mouth. And that mouth, it was fucking gaping open, drool dribbling out from each corner and one line of spit connecting his lips to the cock of one of the brothers. When Eren’s eyes landed on Levi, they were half-lidded, filled to the brim with lust, and pleading for further debauchery. 

Who the fuck was this fucking brat kneeling on the floor of Erwin’s bedroom?

And where the fuck was that big blond fuck, anyway?

“What are your fucking names?” Levi demanded, glaring at the four brothers. He probably should have known them, or perhaps it was just another power trip he’d unintentionally subjected himself to, but he didn’t take any time to even hear them out. “Get the fuck out of the house. Now. All of you.”

“Levi,” one with a particularly deep voice, spoke first, not missing an opportunity to smack his cock defiantly against Eren’s left cheekbone — a daring move if Levi had ever seen one. It made him want to close the gap between them and pimp slap the fuck out of him. “Erwin told us to ‘take care of Eren’.”

Levi should’ve known that fucking scumbag would have something to do with this. They were in his bedroom anyway, so where the fuck was Erwin?

“Erwin can go fuck himself, and so can you stupid motherfuckers. Get the fuck out of my sight,” Levi snarled. He approached the four of them to kneel to Eren’s level as the other boys moaned and bitched, stuffing themselves back into their pants. They avoided Levi like the fucking plague, making sure to give him a wide berth as they made their ways out of the bedroom. Levi could really give a shit about them right now, all his attention was on the poor, used up boy on the floor.

“Levi—” Eren began, but Levi had seen/heard/experienced enough bullshit tonight.

“Shut the fuck up,” he responded coldly, making Eren flinch at his tone. He could hardly move — his hands were still bound behind his back and his legs had to be dead asleep underneath him by now. “Why the fuck did you let them do that to you?”

“What—”

“Don’t act like a stupid bitch to me, Eren.” The glare Levi fixed him with was absolutely menacing, and he had no intention of dialing it back, in spite of the tears he saw welling up in the corner of Eren’s eyes. “I know you were enjoying that.”

“I — I — I—!” All Eren could do was stammer in humiliation, knowing fully that he had been caught red fucking handed. Levi scoffed humorlessly. This situation stopped being funny yesterday.

“How little respect for yourself do you have?” Levi asked, although it was rhetorical. The pot was calling the kettle black, because in all honesty, Levi was exactly the kind of guy that would do this kind of shit to poor, defenseless little underclassmen like Eren, and on any given day. This was his — if not (apparently) the frat’s collective — way of relieving stress, and if someone took this away from him, he’d destroy everything in his path. Freshman boy pussy was just that good.

But something about this was different. This wasn’t some little other fucking freshman. This was Eren. Levi didn’t remember his last name, but still. Eren was different… Eren was special. Eren was his. He hated how stupidly cliché he sounded right now, and maybe he was just being a drunk dumbass, but nothing made more sense to him than needing to own Eren did when the brunet boy’s first tear slipped from his right eye, then another, both combining to stream down his face. 

“What a little slut…” He scoffed again. 

Eren hiccuped in surprise to Levi’s aggressive words, but he was nowhere close to being done.

“I see the way you look at me in class,” he reached forward to grab a wad of Eren’s hair, then pulled it closer to his face, ignoring Eren’s hisses, “I know all you want me for is my cock.”

Levi tilted his head while he examined Eren’s absolutely wrecked face. Something definitely was wrong with him, because the older boy found Eren absolutely breathtaking, even covered in other guy’s precum, spit, snot and tears — all things that by principle should repulse him. A soft whimper escaped Eren’s lips, and not a denial, which was pretty much exactly what Levi had expected.

He’d given Eren plenty of time, and the lack of response had Levi incredibly scornful, although there was an odd fluttering in his chest. “You’re not saying no. I knew it,” he tsked, “what a fucking slut.”

Levi sighed, his hand still thoroughly knotted into Eren’s just slightly longer than average male hair, and stood to his feet, taking the boy on dead legs with him. He was surprised to hear Eren scream, but merely found himself pleasantly aroused by it.

“Get up,” Levi ordered, not relinquishing his hold in Eren’s hair even though the boy squirmed on bambi legs. 

It sounded like Eren tried to say Levi’s name, but it came out as a muffled sob instead. The older boy didn’t give him a chance to recoup nor gather his bearings, Levi was already on the move to get out of this godforsaken room and head to his own across the hall. He pushed Eren into the new room and watched as the brunet fell roughly to his knees and shins, just barely missing hitting his head against Levi’s metal bed frame. 

Levi took a moment to gaze at the slumped over boy who was softly sobbing into the rug at the foot of his bed. Yes, he was buzzed, horny, and angry, but he didn’t want to actually hurt him. Did he? However… At the same time, Levi was encouraged to leave a mark on Eren. His mark. 

He closed the door behind him, turning the small lock maneuver to make sure they were secure in their activities that followed. Silently, Levi approached Eren. His room was huge, essentially the same size as Erwin’s, however seemed much larger because of his minimalist taste in furniture. The window caught Levi’s eye for a moment, and the thought occurred to him. 

He should fuck Eren up against the window. Everyone should see what a fucking slut he is.

Focusing on the pitiful little crumpled boy before him, Levi dropped into a squat to get closer to him once again. He couldn’t even see his face, but he found himself saying, “I want to slap the fuck out of you right now for letting them touch you.”

It was an incredibly aggressive and vicious thing to say to someone, but for some reason, Eren’s soft cries seemed to lessen, and he tilted his head at his awkward angle to catch a glimpse of the boy looming over him. 

“You’re going to suck my dick now to make up for it,” Levi declared next. Although arousing, he was sickened by his Eren being bound by other fuckheads, so his first course of action was to reach over to his bedside table and select a Swiss Army knife to take to the zip ties at Eren’s wrists. Eren’s arms popped back to either side of him, and a bit of the discomfort seemed to ease from his expression. “You’re going to need those to do a half decent job.”

The boy used his palms to move so that he was in an upright position, and better facing Levi now. Huh, what a willing participant, Levi recognized. It was actually rather remarkable how obedient Eren was. 

The younger boy was reaching forward to grab Levi’s waistband, then got stuck fumbling with the button to his slacks. Levi wanted to make a sound of surprise, but his jealousy overcame him. His hand moved like a viper, slapping Eren’s nervous fingers from his trousers. “What the fuck is this? Did you act like this with the others? Eagerly try to pull their dicks out, too?”

“N—no!” Eren cried, fear in his big wet green eyes. Levi was inclined to believe him, but it still didn’t make him any less pissed off. “I swear. They—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi hissed, standing to his feet and working on getting his trousers open on his own. “I don’t want to hear about whatever the fuck you let them do to you. I don’t want to hear how big of a slut you are.”

Eren went silent, but Levi could tell those big tears welling up in his eyes were threatening to fall at any second. He would have to move fast. 

Although he hated that he was wearing his pants on his duvet, Levi had to at the moment. He took a seat, swiftly tangling his fingers into Eren’s hair as he did so, and pulling him just slightly more gently towards him this time. Moving his knee so that Eren was situated in between his legs, Levi was finally able to remove his rock solid dick from the confines of his stupid fucking tight boxer briefs. He felt like he could finally breathe a little better now that he was exposed.

“Look at this,” Levi said as he shook his cock in his hand. Eren’s eyes lasered in on his weeping appendage like his life depended on it. It was cute, actually, making Levi smirk. “This is what you’ve done to me. I’ve been like this all fucking night.”

Eren’s lips parted like he was going to say something, but nothing came in the exactly two seconds that were allotted to him. 

“Where were you? Upstairs sucking other guys dicks, right? You were being a dirty little slut, enjoying yourself at my fucking expense.”

Eren’s bottom lip trembled, causing Levi a moment of pause, but he regained his footing quickly. 

“Are you going to cry about it? Do you think I’m going to fucking just get over it because you cry like a bitch?”

“N—no,” Eren stammered, finally looking elsewhere other than at his dick or in his eyes. 

Although Eren looked thoroughly humiliated, Levi was still angry. “No, you’re not going to cry about it? Or no, you think I’m not going to get over you being a fucking whore?”

That last word seemed to make an impact on the younger boy, because he blinked his eyes back up into Levi’s. Eren looked horrified, and Levi was the one making him feel that way. The passive aggression was making his dick painfully hard in his hand, but moreover… Eren was delivering all his power to Levi on a silver fucking platter, and the older boy was devouring it all. 

If Levi didn’t stop squeezing himself so firmly, he might cum alone just from how submissive Eren was.

“You know, you look beautiful when you cry,” Levi spoke honestly, although it was really cruel to encourage the boy’s tumultuous emotional experience. Eren seemed really touched by the compliment Levi had just given him, too, which only served to fuel the older boy’s confidence. 

He wants this so fucking bad, was his first thought, but then he also realized, I need this so fucking bad. 

He clicked his tongue in a tsking way at Eren’s continued silence. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Eren did exactly as told, opening wide, actually. Levi ground his teeth together, clenching his jaw muscles as he pulled the younger boy in by his hair to meet his dick. This needed to already be fucking happening. 

Eren’s tongue made contact with Levi’s cock and right off the bat — fuck. His hot mouth panted on and around his cockhead, closing to create immediate suction and heat. 

Levi nervously licked his lips as he watched the show go on before him. He was caught between his feelings of anger and jealousy for the apparent immaculate skill Eren possessed, but there was also pleasure. So, so much pleasure. Levi didn’t think he could last much longer after the first couple minutes — maybe two? — passed.

“Fuck…” he hissed, “you’re going to make me cum.” This was not good. This was… really not good. Levi could hardly think straight, much less formulate how fucking ashamed of himself he would feel if he blew his load after only a couple minutes of Eren’s mouth being on him. 

The brunet boy looked up to meet eyes with Levi, breathing loudly through his nose as he used his tongue to properly lick along his length and roll over his head within his mouth. 

Fuck. “I can’t believe such a whore has this much of an effect on me,” Levi swore through gritted teeth. Levi leaned back to support himself with one palm on the bed, looking straight up to the ceiling and then closing his eyes to focus better on the sensation of Eren’s lips around his cock, working him. He used his hand in Eren’s hair to guide the boy rhythmically up and down his length, though the skilled little brat hardly needed any help. 

Eren… fucking knew what he was doing. Why the fuck did he know how to blow him so fucking perfectly? Had Levi misjudged him from the beginning? Or had Eren tricked him into thinking he was a virgin all this time?

A small buzzing around his dick made Levi open his eyes, fighting the throws of an impending orgasm to gaze down at Eren. 

“Did you just try to say something to me with my cock in your mouth?”

Eren didn’t reply, just used his eyes to affirm Levi’s claim as he launched his face forward, even closer to the older boy’s base. Not that he could reach it, though. 

Levi used his hand knotted in Eren’s hair to pull him off of his cock, producing a wet pop sound. “If you have something to say to me, fucking say it, slut.”

Eren scoffed, sticking his extremely talented tongue out in an attempt to clean up some of the mess of saliva and precum around his lips. “I said, I’m not a whore.”

“Fucking really?” Levi challenged. “Is that what you think?”

A little less confidently this time, Eren replied, “Yes…”

Levi had a cruel smile on his face. “Look at yourself.” Need he say any more? Eren’s pretty blouse had more buttons undone now, revealing even prettier perky nipples. His pants were still on, but there was a tent within them that looked nothing short of painful. 

Of course, there was nothing that could possibly be said to refute Levi’s comment.

“Get up and show me your slutty hole. Now.”

Levi appreciated the sharp hiss of pain Eren produced when he pulled him up by his hair again. When Eren was on his feet, Levi stepped aside so that the younger boy could lean over his bed while he showed himself off. Eren brought his hands to his own trousers waistband, apparently fumbling with his own as well. Levi was feeling incredibly impatient, so he let go of Eren’s hair, pulled back his arm and smacked his ass nearly as hard as he could.

Eren yelped, stunned, and was essentially tossed forward to land on his face in Levi’s duvet. 

“Why does it take so long for you to do everything?” Levi hooked two fingers into Eren’s waistband and yanked. A sound from the front of Eren’s pants indicated he’d ripped something, which was a shame, because they were wonderful pants, but another came from the boy himself. Eren screamed as Levi pulled his pants down, revealing a preciously plump ass on full display, emphasized by the pants that sat just below his round cheeks. 

But there was something else on display as well. 

A gasp got stuck in Levi’s throat; the older boy seemed to grow somewhat more sober — or was he more drunk? — at the visual presented before him. Not only was his ass absolutely perfect, but he was proudly wearing a pink plug between his cheeks.

A startled laugh began to emanate from Levi’s chest. “You… you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Levi noticed Eren burrow his face deeper into his stark white duvet. 

“You knew what you wanted all along,” Levi really couldn’t get enough of the sight before him, but the reality of the situation was just baffling, “didn’t you?”

A soft noise came from Eren, which was unfortunately buried beneath a layer of covers. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” Levi’s eyes narrowed when he returned his gaze from the hiding boy to his perfect ass. “There’s no way to get out of this. You came here to get fucked by me.”

Levi reached forward to grasp the small handle of the plug and yanked hard. Eren screamed in alarm, but Levi was too busy looking between the now visible pink puckered hole and the pink plug. Did Eren buy this for himself? Or did some other fucking asshole buy it as a gift for him? God, Levi was riling himself up just thinking about someone else having even a relationship with Eren. What the fuck was going on with him?

“No…” Eren blatantly lied, doing it loud enough for Levi to hear for some reason. Baffling. 

“What if I didn’t want to fuck you? Would all of your preparation have gone to waste?” Levi brought his attention to his own cock, stroking it to spread Eren’s spit everywhere. There was excess, so he brought two sopping fingers up to Eren’s hole and pressed into it, eliciting a scream from the boy beneath him. Levi wasn’t done, he was out for blood. “Or would you have waved your ass at some other dickhead who happened to be present?”

Eren lifted his head to try to address Levi, but the black haired boy reacted quicker, reaching out to press the back of his head down so that his face was buried in the comforter again. 

“Don’t even try to lie to me, you little fucking punk.” Levi leaned forward, pressing his cockhead to Eren’s puckering hole, causing the brunet boy to whine loudly into the duvet and Levi to produce his own guttural growl. He paused for a moment, because a thought occurred to him — who the fuck else has pressed their filthy fucking cock to this hole? And why was Levi about to fuck a proven slut without protection?

Was he a fucking idiot?

Levi took a step back, moving towards his bedside table to grab an ultra thin condom. Eren must have noticed he’d left because he reared his head, looking at the older boy with wide, surprised eyes, causing Levi to smirk. 

“Don’t worry, slut, I’m still going to fuck you.” Tearing open the condom, Levi made quick work of applying it to himself, then returning to where he was previously standing. “I just can’t trust someone like you that lies through your fucking teeth to be clean.” From STDs, to be clear. Eren very obviously did an immaculate job preparing himself to get fucked, though.

He lined his cock up, grabbing a handful of Eren’s ass with his other, before wordlessly shoving his lubricated length in. The scream Eren produced was music to Levi’s ears, and only served to boost his own pleasure. A growl escaped his own lips as he accustomed himself to the new tight warmth. All fucking night he had been waiting for this moment, to be inside of Eren.

When he pulled out a bit, Levi couldn’t help but notice Eren seemed to be standing on his toes now, arching his back for an even better angle. He produced an impressed scoff, however it felt like there was a broken record in his head, touting, slut, slut, slut, slut, fucking slut!

The black haired boy shoved himself into Eren once again, loving the fact that the blaring music downstairs and elsewhere on their own floor drowned out all of Eren’s sceams, giving them an impenetrable blanket of privacy. Although… When he thought about it, Levi would have actually felt pretty proud were people to find out he was fucking this piece of ass, and moreover, to make it clear that Eren was his.

Eren’s hole really was something else. It sucked him in and spasmed every fucking chance it got, delivering the best fucking experience Levi thought he’d ever had fucking someone. The most recent time, interestingly enough, hadn’t been so long ago. 

“I hope you like the smell of those sheets; I fucked someone else in here an hour before you showed up,” Levi said snidely as he delivered another punishing thrust into the boy.

It was muffled, but he definitely heard it. “B—bastard!”

Levi came to a complete stop, making Eren twitch internally. He took his time leaning forward, closer to the younger boy’s ear to whisper, “What was that?”

It took a second, but Eren grunted. “You’re a bastard,” Eren repeated bravely. 

Oh, this was going to be good. “And why am I a bastard?”

“You want me all to yourself,” Eren shouted into the comforter, “but you’re still fucking other people!”

Shit. Was it that obvious? Levi supposed he had taken his possessiveness — which, by the way, had never been a problem before this evening — to a new level. He wasn’t sure what the right thing to say was, so Levi decided to tease Eren further, saying, “That’s exactly right.”

He heard the boy inhale sharply, but seemed to wait for Levi to proceed.

“You’re my slut.”

With that, Levi quickly pulled himself out, using his hand on Eren’s hip to flip him over so that he was on his back facing the older boy now. There was slick, cloudy substance smeared all over his shirt and visible chest, causing Levi’s lips to part just slightly in shock. Eren had already cum… once? Twice? There was so much, it was hard to say.

“Say it.”

Eren turned impossibly red, shifting his eyes to look anywhere but at Levi. “I — I’m not—”

Levi didn’t have time for this bullshit. “Say it!” It came out intense, he’ll admit to that, but this little defiance routine was pissing Levi off. He grabbed the waistband of Eren’s slacks and tugged them down his legs, where they ultimately got stuck at his ankles. Levi thought about pulling his shoes off so that he could see the entirety of his gorgeous legs, but stopped himself when he recognized it was more humiliating for Eren to leave them on.

A look of fear was crystal clear in Eren’s eyes for a moment, then his bottom lip trembled and he softly said, “I… I’m your… slut.”

Levi wasn’t sure why he was rewarding such a shitty performance, yet he still inserted himself back into Eren, causing both males to exhale deeply and hiss in pleasure. “Try… again.” He grabbed both ankles and brought them closer to his chest, throwing them over his shoulder as he dove back in. 

Eren screamed while Levi scrunched his face up, almost in pain, it felt so good. Throwing Eren’s legs over his shoulder had made his hole even tighter to fuck into, and Levi was losing his mind.  

He wished he hadn’t, because when he looked forward, Levi witnessed the most erotic face he’d ever seen. Eren’s face was such a pretty pink colour, and his eyes squeezing shut with every single punishing thrust, yet opening once again to attempt to focus on Levi’s dominating figure. There were tears falling from his eyes and spit everywhere — the older boy couldn’t even figure out how Eren had become so messy, but it was so motherfucking hot. It was becoming unacceptably hot. 

Levi slammed his jaw closed, grinding his teeth together, trying to do the best he could not to nut inside the beautiful boy that very moment. He wished he hadn’t made eye contact in the next second, because he was a fucking goner. 

Levi couldn’t hold it any longer, he was fucking done — this little fucking brat was destroying him from the inside out. His cock was throbbing and his mind was numb. How the fuck did this little… little… Levi couldn’t even think of a name suitable to call him at this point. He was just… Their eyes met, and that erotic face tortured him… He was just Eren. 

And Eren was going to be the death of him.

“Fuck!” Levi cursed, dropping his jaw in delirious pleasure, as if it would somehow help him not release everything he had ever worked for as a man. He pulled himself out of the gorgeous deathtrap and tore the condom off, sucking his lips between his teeth and letting out a depraved moan. He slipped his knee up onto the mattress beside Eren’s hip, holding his cock at his base, pointing it at Eren’s face as he barely made it to blow his load all over the beautiful boy’s astonished face. 

Eren opened his mouth wide, sticking his cute tongue out to catch every little drop Levi had to share. His voice was adorable as he cried out as well, and Levi barely recognized a warm wetness splashing against his inner thigh.

When Levi came down from his existential high, he was left looking at the beautiful face that gazed back up at him, gasping for air in the same exact way. Eren looked so innocent, even with the slatter of translucent liquid messed across his face. Maybe he had been a virgin after all?

Levi wanted to continue to stare at him, but a fleeting fear captivated him — he might never experience this face ever again — so he forced himself away from his position to look furiously for his cell phone. It was… it was… fuck, where was it?

Levi spotted it on the floor near where they had begun to engage with one another not even that long ago. He bent down to pick it up and return to his place on the bed, placing his knees on either side of Eren’s ribcage so that he couldn’t move. 

Posing his phone above Eren’s head, Levi immediately switched to his camera application to quickly take a number of consecutive photos. Some with flash, some without. 

He took a moment to stare at the most recent photo he’d taken, before moving his phone to the side to examine Eren’s real face. He was… fucking perfect. He was a mess, for fucking sure, but he was now Levi’s fucking mess, and his to fuck whenever he so pleased moving forward.

Levi thought that he might regret saying this, but then… it just escaped him. He had made his decision, and that was final. Eren was his. This picture (or more like all ten of them) fucking proved it. 

“If you ever even look at one of those fucks ever again, I’ll make you regret it.” He held his phone so that Eren could see the completely lewd photos of himself on Levi’s phone interface. The brunet boy gasped, but it sounded raspy and weak. 

He wasn’t acting like himself — that much was obvious — but the last thing Levi would have expected was to lean down and press his lips to Eren’s sweaty forehead, leaving a chaste kiss there. He didn’t normally kiss the people he fucked for fun — he didn’t normally use his mouth for much in the first place ever since he stopped fucking girls.

“Do you understand?” Levi’s voice was a low growl, deadly fucking serious. 

“Y—yes, Levi.”

Eren was so precious, Levi was going to have to figure out every possible way to make sure that absolutely no one looks, touches, or talks to him ever again. Oh, hell fucking yeah, Levi would go to those lengths.