over 6k words. This is the longest chapter so far. I am very proud of myself! anyway: shameless ereri smut ahead

Eren POV

Levi opened the door to our room and gestured for me go ahead. I walked in nervously and stood in the middle of the room. Do I sit on my bed? Or do I sit on Levi's? I was used to staying in the same bed as Levi now…But he seemed…angry.

I chewed my lip, approaching Levi's bed. I glanced back at him and saw him leaning against the closed door. He didn't do anything, so I assumed it was okay. I sat on the edge of his bed, not taking my shoes off and moving to the middle like I did most of the time. I waited for Levi to speak.

He didn't.

I bounced my legs and wait for him to speak.

He didn't.

I twirled my thumbs and waited for him to speak.

He didn't.

I looked over at him, leaning against the door in a ridged posture that I didn't like. He had his eyes closed.

"Levi?" I finally asked. His eyes slowly opened, but focused on the floor and not on me.

"What the hell was that?" He hissed.

"What, um, exactly are you referring to?" I shifted nervously. His gray eyes shot over to me and narrowed.

"My baby?" He said, and his voice was so low it gave me chills.

"I was just talking! We were on the subject of, like, birth control and, you know, babies and birth control get talked about-"I started.

"Eren." He said gruffly. "I am not father material."

"Well," I tried to keep my voice level, "that's debatable."

He pushed off the door and stood in front of me.

"We are in the middle of a war. Death is everywhere, and we have no room for a new life. What happens when the baby is a newborn or one or two years old and one or both of us die in an expedition?"

"What!?" I stood up, and our proximity made me tower over him.

"Don't you dare act like it isn't a possibility."

"You aren't allowed to die! You are humanity's strongest; humanity needs you!" I put my hands on his shoulders. He stared straight ahead, his eyes looking at my chest without seeing anything.

"Titans don't care who you are, Eren. They will kill without giving a shit. I've seen comrades of all skill levels die brutally. It doesn't matter if humanity needs me."

"Does is matter if I need you?" I whispered, pulling him into my arms. He was stiff.

"That's not fair, Eren." He said. I know it wasn't fair when I said it. He was going to die. Hell, I was going to die. We were all going to die. Because we were in this war, we couldn't exactly even begin to predict when we were going to die. We couldn't even begin to pretend to have some sort of control over our own futures.

"I will protect you." I said, leaning my face down to whisper in his ear. He snorted.

"You're just a brat. I'm the one who is humanity's strongest. I should be the one protecting you." He relaxed a little against me.

"I'm a titan. I'm giant. " I smiled into his hair. "You're just a short, little-" I started.

"What was that?" He pulled back out of my arms a bit to glare at me.

"I mean, um…It's just that I'm a titan so I'm titan size. I mean, anyone would be short compared to me! I mean…um…." I looked away from his angry eyes and twisted my face up. I knew he didn't like being teased about his size! Why would I do that? I was so insensitive! I mentally hit myself in the face.

"Brat." He said, his voice level. I nuzzled his neck, sighing at his scent. He slid his hands up my sides and rested them on my rib cage. His thumbs reached up and ran over the edge of my binder through my shirt.

"You really think you might want my baby one day?"

I didn't open my eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He said quietly. I kiss his neck gently before I brought my hands to his hair. I petted him gently while I explained.

"I know we can't have a baby now. I know that. It's not the right time, but I can't help but think about the future. Who knows? I mean, maybe in 5, 10 years this war might be over-"

"Eren."

"-and we could be married –"

"Eren."

"-And we could have a kid or maybe more than one-"

"Eren."

"-and we could live together and we would be the best daddies, Levi. We really would –"

"Eren!"

"- I could be Daddy and you could be Papa."

"Eren!"

"-We would be so supportive. No matter what gender or sexuality our child was, we would support them. We would be so caring and protective. You know we would be."

"Eren, stop!" He pulled out of my arms. He moved back a few feet.

"Levi?" I asked, my hands staying up in the air where he had been.

"How dare you talk shit like that!" He growled. I blinked.

"Levi?" I asked again.

"How dare you talk like that." He said, his voice lower. "How dare you paint that happy picture in my head when it may never happen! When you or I or both of us could be dead tomorrow or next week or next month! Don't you dare give me hope for a future with children and marriage."

He turned and started walking away toward the door.

"Levi!" I grabbed his shoulder.

"Why should I get a husband and children when so many of my men have had the opportunity for that happiness crushed between a titan's teeth?" He said darkly, shaking my hand off.

I got angry. I couldn't help it.

"Levi!" I screamed. He paused with his hand on the door. I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He allowed it, looking at me with the mask of indifference he usually reserved for everyone else.

I did the only thing I could think of. I pushed his back up against the wall and kissed him. He was still stiff against me, so I ran my hands over his tense back to relax him. After a while of me just kissing him, I started to get discouraged. Why wouldn't he kiss me back? I thought about pulling away, but my stubbornness got in the way. If he wasn't reacting to this, I would just have to change what I was doing.

I ran my hands up to his hair and tugged it. His head moved the way I wanted it to and I moved down to his neck. I went straight to that spot under his ear that made him squirm and kissed at it. His neck relaxed, giving me more access. I sucked the spot into my mouth and gave it a few hard sucks. His breathing picked up and his hands moved to my hips. I smiled against the hickey that was beginning to show up. I started to pull away, planning to take off my jacket when he made a noise of annoyance.

"Oi, if you start shit, you should finish it." He said. He pushed on the back of my head, tilting his head far to make it obvious what he wanted.

"We could finish it on the bed." I suggested in what I hoped was a sexy voice.

He straightened his head quickly and looked at me. I could see in his narrowed eyes that he was thinking about it.

"Hanje doesn't have your birth control ready." He whispered. "If we got on the bed..."

"We wouldn't stop." I finished the thought for him. He nodded. I pressed my forehead against his and looked into his eyes.

"One time won't hurt…" I said.

I thought about what I was saying. Earlier, I had been so eager to have him inside of me. I had even tried to ride him… but then I was so emotional. I was hurt and confused and angry and I had just been so eager to have some sort of positive feeling.

We hadn't been together for long, but our relationship was intense. It was new and exciting and full of promise. I could tell this gruff, strong man would be able to handle my bullshit, and I was certainly angry and stubborn enough to deal with his.

"One time…should be okay." He said after a moment. " I highly doubt we would conceive from your first time."

"Yeah." I said shakily. He picked up on it instantly.

"You don't have to do anything, Eren."

I pulled back from him and moved back a little bit.

"Let's talk about this on the bed?" I said. It came out like a question, and he nodded. He went first, tugging me over to his bed and sitting with me on the edge.

"It's not that I don't want to," I started, "It's that it's kinda a big deal to me. My first time with you, I mean. It's probably not that big of a deal to you-"

"It is, silly." He said simply, turning his head to one side. "Why would you think it wouldn't be? Because I'm not a virgin?"

I nodded. He rubbed little circles into my hand.

"I assure you this is very new to me, too." He said.

"Because you've never had sex with a person with a vagina?" I asked.

"Yeah." He nodded. "I tried a couple time, but they were girls. I'm definitely homosexual."

I smiled. "You could have fooled me."

"What?"

"You're, um, really good with me." I blushed. I was thinking about the times when he had buried his face between my thighs.

"Well, usually eating them out was as far as I got before I gave up." He shrugged. "I've never been inside of them. I'm just not into girls."

"I'm glad I'm not a girl." I smiled at him.

"I'm glad you're not, too. My beautiful boy." He reached up and gently stroked at my face. My heart rate picked up a little as he pulled me down to him. He was very gentle with his kisses at first, testing the waters. He kept it closed mouth with his hands on my face and not moving any lower. We both knew that if we got handsy, it would end in sex, and he was giving me a chance to stop it before it got started.

I pulled back a little bit and pulled off my jacket. He watched me, then took off his own. He held a hand out to me and I knew what he wanted. He stood up and quickly folded our uniform jackets up and laid them on the dresser. He took off his cravat and laid it over the top of his uniform. He turned back toward me.

"Should I lock the door?" He asked. It was another way of making sure I was okay with where this was headed.

"Yes." I said, looking down. I saw his boots walk by me and heard the click of the door before the boots came back. His pale hands appeared on top of his boots and he pulled them off. I reached down to do the same, but he stopped me.

"Allow me." He said, pushing me down on the bed. I propped myself up on my forearms and watched as he picked up one of my legs, looking it up and down before sliding the boot off. He repeated the process with the other leg, and placed the boots next to his when he was done. I didn't sit up again, but stayed in my stretched out position, only changing to lay fully on the bed. I closed my eyes, but knew where he was in the room still.

It was like I was hyperaware of him, right now. We weren't doing anything we hadn't done before, but at the same time, we were. This time, he was actually going to be inside of me, and that knowledge alone kicked my senses into high gear. I could hear every little pad pad pad of his steps putting our boots together and coming away. I could hear his even breathing and the creaks of the bed as he crawled on top of me. His crawling over me brought a little rush of air and I could even feel it gentle tickle on my skin. His scent was everywhere, sharp and musky and oh so attractive. I was blushing and trembling a bit before he had even touched me.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I opened my eyes and saw his face very close to mine. I inhaled deeply.

"I'm really, um, excited." I said to him quietly.

"I haven't even touched you." He raised an eyebrow.

"I know," I looked away. "It's just… the knowing. The knowing what's about to happen."

He processed this for a few seconds before humming. "You like being teased." He said it as a statement and not as a question.

"I…what?" I blinked at him.

"I'm going to enjoy that very soon." He said.

He sat back on his legs, unbuttoning his shirt.

"You know," He hummed, "I think you have a thing for shoulders."

I laughed. "I do not! And besides, you have a thing for having your head held down between my legs."

"I do. I love that." He paused, "You always seem to look at my shoulders and scratch them and grabbed them and feel them. You like shoulders."

He slowly shrugged out of his shirt, and I knew he didn't just pull it off with his hands because he wanted to draw my eye to his shoulders. I looked over the lines of muscle in his shoulders and reached up to run a couple fingertips over his collarbones. The skin was so soft yet rough where his 3dmg belt had left marks. His marks were very rough and the skin was a hard white. I compared them to my own marks and found that mine were pink.

"How long before my 3dmg marks fade to white?"

"Mine turned white in about two years." He said.

"Two? I've been using 3dmg for longer than-"I started.

"I wore the belts when I slept. I also didn't have limits on when I used 3dmg, so I used it heavily right off the bat." He said, looking at my face.

"Why when you slept?"

"In the underground, you had to be ready for action anytime. I couldn't risk not being ready when something happened. I had people to protect and jobs to do." He looked a bit sad and I felt sad for him.

"Hey? You want me to shove your head between my legs? Would that cheer you up?" I said, running my hands down his arms to hold his hands.

"Is it that obvious that I enjoy that so much?" He asked.

"Well, yeah." I smiled.

"It would cheer me up to take your clothes off." He let go of my hands and tugged on my shirt.

"Go ahead, Mr. Impatient." I teased. He pulled off my shirt and binder and active binder, placing them all on the dresser.

"Well see who Mr. Impatient is when I start teasing you, beautiful boy." He said as he crawled back on top of me.

He pinned my wrists to either side of my head as I laughed a bit. My laughter stopped when he leaned down and took one of my soft nipples into his hot mouth. He flicked his tongue over top of it and I squirmed a bit. He tightened his hold on my wrists and sucked on the nipple he had been teasing. When it was hard enough to his satisfaction, he let it go with a wet popping noise. I looked down at him and saw the trail of saliva leading from his open mouth to my wet nipple. He puckered his lips and I knew what he was going to do next.

He blew hard on my nipple and the whole of my attention focused on the cold pleasure. My nipple was hard already, but now it was pebbled, and my saliva slicked chest was covered in goose bumps. I whimpered a bit as the conflicting sensations of heat curling in my lower belly clashed with the chill on my nipple. He kissed over that swell of my chest, making wet, sloppy noises, before lazily dragging his tongue over to my other nipple. He met my eyes then, and I bit my lip against a moan. He narrowed his eyes and sucked hard on my half nipple. I pressed my thighs together underneath him, wishing I had something inside me.

He bit my nipple without warning and I yelped. He raised off of my nipple an inch.

"Bad boy, don't hold those noises in." He went back to my chest, kissing and licking and sucking all around the swell of my chest. I wiggled my legs around underneath him and he bit my nipple again.

"Levi!" I whined.

"Bad boy, no trying to rub your thighs together." He sat back on his legs. "Rubbing your thighs is my job." He unbuttoned my pants and we awkwardly shifted around so I could get them off. In the end, he just got off the bed and pulled off both my pants and boxers and laid them on the floor. He pulled off his pants and briefs next, and laid them on top of my clothes.

"Open your legs," He said, standing at the foot of the bed. I gulped, spreading my legs a little bit.

"Eren, open your legs." He put one knee on the bed. "I need to get in between them."

He put on hand on the closest knee and pushed it gently. I allowed him to push it until my knee was bent fully and my foot was on the bed. I saw his gray eyes looking all around my body and I closed my eyes. I felt really exposed, which was scary but at the same time, exciting.

With my eyes closed, the feeling of hyper sensitivity was back. I heard the quiet bed creaks again as he put his other knee on the bed. I felt his warm, rough hands rub up my other leg and the softer flesh on the side of my knee was very sensitive to the calluses on his hands. He slipped his hand under my knee and started pulling it up. I allowed him to bend my knee and push my legs apart fully. I felt the cold air on my wet flesh and knew I was fully exposed to him. I dug my hands into the sheets to stop myself from trying to cover up.

I wondered what he would do now. My legs were open, we were both naked, and he had consent to fuck me. Would he just shove it in now? I didn't know. I didn't think I would mind if he just did so now, but I would like to experience this longer. I waited for him to do something, anything, while the butterflies in my stomach beat their wings in time with my fluttering heart.

He shifted on the bed and I braced myself for whatever he was about to do.

"Breath, Eren," He said to me, and I used his voice to determine that his head was a lot lower than a kneeling position. I felt his breath nearer and nearer my thighs and I relaxed, because we were doing something familiar, and, at the same time, got more excited, because Levi's head was between my legs once more.

He kissed all around my thighs and stroked me with his fingers. I grew a little frustrated and confused before I remember what it was he was waiting for. I let go of the sheets, my fingers giving little aches because I had been gripping them so hard, and reached down toward his head. I kept my eyes closed, so it took a bit of searching before I found his head. I ran my hands over the prickles at the back of his undercut before gripping his longer hair and pushing his head down.

He growled before starting to lick. He didn't have to worry about me trying to hold back the sounds I was making, because I couldn't control them even if I tried. I pulled on his hair and pushed his head, angling it the way that I liked the best. He eventually slid his hands under my sweaty legs and wrapped his arms around my thighs. I whined and whimpered as he licked and sucked harder. He moved down and slid his tongue inside me, moving it around and tickling me. He couldn't get very far into me, and I whined for him to put something bigger in me. I wanted to feel him all the way inside me.

"Levi!" I cried out, tugging on his hair harder. I hoped he understood that I was impatient to have more. He did understand because he pulled his tongue out of me and lapped his way up to my clit. He kissed it a few times, and my head went back. I could feel my heart beat in my clit and I knew from the way I was clenching and fluttering that I was about to cum. He flicked his tongue over my clit a few times, I jerked my hips each time he did it. I pushed head down further, right on edge, and growled when he didn't do anything.

"Levi!" I hissed. He pushed back against my hands until he had enough room to comfortably speak.

"I think I'll just let you calm down-" He started.

"The fuck you say!" I tugged at his hair.

"What? You want to orgasm for me, Eren?"

"Yes! Stop teasing! Please, Levi, please! Please, make me orgasm!" I lifted my hips up to his face since he wouldn't move down. His arms around my legs moved to my lower back and held me up to his face. He slipped his tongue back inside of me and I cried out. If he didn't move back up to my clit soon I was going to let him go and do it myself. I growled and tugged up on his hair. He understood because he started sucking on my clit again. It didn't take longer before I lost it. He kissed on my clit while I orgasmed and screamed.

It was the first orgasm I had had while my back wasn't firmly planted on the bed. Instead of my whole body trembling, my legs shook badly. My thighs had squeezed him wildly and my feet shook against his back. The pleasure took over my mind for a few moments before I relaxed against his hands, melting. He slid me back down to the bed and I felt the sweat on my back spread over the already soaked sheets.

I opened my eyes. I looked at him and saw his pupils dilated, his hair wild, and my wetness smeared all over his mouth. He brought the back of his arm up and wiped his mouth on it, but he missed a corner of his lips. He kept his lips parted and we both panted. I saw his eyes trail down my shaking body and I did the same to his. He was covered in sweat, but he had never looked more attractive to me. Maybe it was the way his muscles stood out against his skin, the way his precum was smeared over the head of his cock, or just the knowledge that he would soon be using those muscles to slam that cock inside me that made him so attractive right now.

The air was thick with our pants and sexual tension between us. He slowly leaned back down to me and I bent my legs and put them on either side of his body. His hands rested near my sides and I stroked his face. I leaned up and licked the bit of my wetness he had missed off of his mouth. He turned his head toward me a little more and I kissed him. I moved my tongue deep inside of his mouth to taste myself and he let me. He pulled back a bit and I rested down on the pillow. He reached down between us and placed his tip at my entrance.

"Ready?" He said, looking down at me.

"Yeah." I said. I gulped. He pushed in a little bit and I tensed up.

"Take a deep breath, and when I tell you to, release it slowly." He said.

"Okay." I didn't know quite what he was doing but I trusted him. I took a deep breath. He waited at few moments.

"Really slowly release it."

I blew out the breath slowly while he pushed in. By the time he got fully inside of me, the breath had turned into a moan. I tensed and felt how big and hard he was inside me.

"You're squeezing me," He said shakily, moving his hand back to my side.

"Is that bad?" I whispered. I don't know why I did it, it just felt natural.

"No, Eren, just maybe not squeeze me right now?" He said and his shoulders trembled a bit. I ran my hands up his arms and wrapped my arms around him. He turned his head to kiss my arm.

He backed his hips up slowly, and I whined. My focus centered on my lower body and the tingles that shot through me. He slowly pushed back in, and it was smoother this time. I moaned for him and gave his shoulders an encouraging scratch. He started to rock gently, and I felt my pleasure increase. I was beginning to feel my heart beat in my clit again, and I pushed my hips up against him. His head bent down lower and I heard his breathing pick up. He started moving faster and I pushed my hips up to him faster.

"Levi," I whined. "Please." I could feel him sliding deep inside me, but it wasn't enough.

"Eren," He growled, raising his head to look at me. His pupils were bigger than I had ever seen them, and his eyelids were heavy. His hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead and his lips were parted with a little line of saliva between them.

"Please!" I whined again. I dug my nails into his back, hard.

"What do you need?" He said to me huskily.

"Harder!" I cried, moving my hips into his wildly. "More! Fuck me!"

He stopped moving and I groaned in disappointment. He grabbed my body and roughly man handled me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up and I figured out what he was doing. I spread my legs wider and arched my back for him. He grabbed my hips and pushed inside me once more. He pulled out and I experimentally pushed back onto to him. It was a lot easier for me to fuck him back now. He groaned and I shivered at the sound. He wasn't very vocal, so when he did make noise, I savored every second of it.

I rocked forward and then back again onto him. I mentally cringed at the way my chest swayed, but he made the sexiest little groans that I kept going. He brought his hands up to my hips and started pulling me onto him while thrusting. He fucked me faster and faster until the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room loudly. I dug my hands into the bed and screamed. He brought one of his hands back and smack my outer thigh, hard. I squeezed him when he did that. He smacked me a few more times and I felt excitement pulse through me. Who knew getting smacked was so fucking sexy?

He leaned over me a bit and grabbed my hair. He pulled my head back hard and I screamed. He moved his hand to my shoulder and pulled. I lifted my upper body up more and when I was at the angle he wanted, he moved his hand back to pulling my hair.

"Eren," He said to me, "rub your clit for me."

My brain was foggy and I had trouble process what he was saying. His other hand came off my hip to smack my thigh a couple times.

"Now." He growled, thrusting sharply into me. I reached a shaking hand between my legs, and after some fumbling, I rubbed my clit for him. My moans got louder as I rubbed and I was squeezing him. I could hear the sloppy, wet noises I was making and I knew I must be getting closer.

"Eren!" He cried out and could tell from his voice that he was getting closer, too.

"Smack me!" I begged him. I rubbed my clit harder, wanting to orgasm with him inside me. He smacked me hard over and over, and I whined.

"Levi! I-I'm gonna-" I gasped out.

"You fucking better." He said, smacking me.

He slid his arm from my thigh to around my stomach. He pulled roughly, pushing my body against him. He slid in deeper at this angle, and I moaned for him. I could feel the sweat from the front of his body mix with the sweat from the back of my body. He brought his hand down from my hair and held me against him roughly. He stayed still inside me while he replaced my hand with his own. His other hand moved up and roughly played with my chest.

"Orgasm, now, Eren. Right now." He rubbed hard and I squeezed him hard, fluttering around him. I tried to move away, but he held me steady. It didn't take long before I was right on edge. He pulled my nipple hard and I screamed. I squirmed all around on his dick, shaking in bliss. I orgasmed hard, held in his arms.

He let me go and fell back onto the bed. I didn't hold myself up on all fours, but kept my chest pressed flat against the bed. I was too shakey to hold myself up. I panted into the sweaty pillow. He slid his hands back onto my hips. I remembered then that he had yet to cum inside me. He started moving again and I screamed. It was pleasurable, but not nearly as pleasurable as it was pre-orgasm. I still liked it, and encouraged him with some moans. He leaned over me and fucked hard for a couple minutes. His sweat fell onto me and I got a strange sense of satisfaction because of it.

He made the sexiest noise when he came. It was a low scream mixed with a groan and it fit the feeling of his hot cum filling me up nicely. He pulled out after he was done, and collapsed next to me on his side. I held my hips in the position and felt the cum slide down deeper. I smiled into the pillow. Levi had just cum inside me. I slid my legs back down so I was lying on my stomach. His cum started leaking out and I missed it.

He reached over and laid a hand on my sweaty back. I took the hint and rolled over onto my back. He looked me up and down.

"You okay?" He said in between pants. He reached down and rubbed the red spot on my thigh where he had smacked.

"Yeah. You okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He slid forward a little and rested his head on my chest while he tried to calm down. His other hand moved up and rested on the other swell of my chest. I felt my dysphoria flare up and tried to swallow it back down. He was my lover and I wanted him to be able to touch my chest. It was only flaring up like this because he had been playing with my chest so much recently. I knew part of it was his desire to play with my nipples, but I also wondered if maybe he liked breasts.

I cringed at the word. I knew logically that technically what was on my body were breasts, but I hated calling them that. Not that I hated breasts; I would even go so far as to say that on other people, breasts could be aesthetically pleasing and/or attractive. Keywords being: other people.

I hated my own breasts. Levi had been touching them so much lately, and here he was cuddling with them. I waited until his breathing had calmed down before I asked him.

"Levi, do you like breasts?"

He stiffened. He rolled over onto his back and off of me.

"Sorry." He whispered.

"No, no… I just want to know if you like breasts." I reached out my hand and found his own. He squeeze it gently.

"I like your breasts." He said quietly.

"Oh." I said. I didn't know what to make of that. It hurt me a bit that he said breast instead of chest when I had asked him not to, but I pushed it down.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"You've just been… um… really handsy with my chest."

"I'll stop." He whispered.

"No… just maybe calm down a bit?" I phrased it like a question. I felt so needy asking him to do this.

"Do you need your binder?" He asked, sitting up and pulling the blanket over me. He covered my chest up and I felt better. How did he know to do that?

"How are you so in tune with my needs? Seriously?" I asked him, stroking his face.

"It seems pretty logical to me. You feel unsafe when you don't have access to your binder; therefore, your binder must make you feel safe. You feel bad about your chest right now so you need your binder and then you'll feel safe again." He explained.

"You're good at piecing things together like that." I said to him.

He looked away. "Not really. I'm good with concrete things, like the binder. It exists; you can touch it. I can bring it to you if you need it. When you need something like reassurance or love or empathy or some other shitty emotion like that, I become real lost real quick."

"You're wrong." I smiled at him. "When you do things like bring me my binder, you are showing love and taking care of me."

He tilted his head to the side.

"Like how when I do something concrete, like clean, I'm not thinking of the cleaning, I'm thinking of you."

"You think about me when you do this shitty cleaning job?" He waved a hand around the room.

"Levi!" I smacked his shoulder. He rubbed at it where I had smacked him. The smack must have reminded him of what we had just done because he started getting up.

"Eren, beautiful boy, I'll be right back." He pulled on his pants.

"Going to get stuff to clean us up?" I asked.

"Yeah. You stay right there and try not to sit up. God only knows how much cum I shot in you." He said and walked out casually. I squirmed and felt my cum slicked thighs move against each other. I allowed myself for one minute to picture what it would be like if I got pregnant.

"I'm not father material." Bullshit.

He would be the best daddy. He would be so devoted to his family and taking care of them. He was a gruff, seemingly cold man, but he protected and cared for his loved ones. I could see him teaching the kids how to clean properly, making sure their little bandanas were tied correctly. He would make little mops and brooms so they wouldn't have to use the big ones. He would do the work of course, but I'm sure the kids would love helping daddy Levi. I smiled at my thoughts.

He came back while I was still thinking. He had a wet washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Across his shoulders was a couple towels.

"Grab one and slip it underneath you before you sit up, Eren" he instructed. I grabbed the end of a towel and pulled it over to me. I slipped it underneath my hips and sat up. I was glad for the towel as I felt the sticky mess run out of me.

He handed me the water.

"Drink." He said. I finished about half the glass before handing it back. He drunk the rest before setting the glass down on the dresser.

He pulled off the blanket and quickly used the towels, both wet and dry, to clean up most of his cum. He threw the towels on the floor, stripped out of his pants, and pulled some lotion out from his nightstand before sliding back into bed. He squeezed some into his hands and warmed it up. He rubbed it on my thighs and massaged the placed where he had smacked me.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"It's sore. I'm sure it hurts no worse than the marks on your back." I said.

"Shower?" He asked as he kept massaging the red spots, though they had quit hurting by now.

"Yes." I leaned over and kissed him.

More and more cum leaked out of me on the way to shower. There was so much in me.

I thought about what would happen if I got pregnant again.

Well… if we keep up like this, it'll happen in no time. I wondered how long Hanje would be with my birth control.