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It’s Erwin’s fault.
It’s all his husband’s fault.
It’s his fault for how Levi ended up like this: bloated, tired, fat, heavily pregnant, and so incredibly fucking horny. The oppressive July heat, a stifling blanket even after dark, combined with his near-38-week pregnancy belly and his stubbornly overdue twin daughters, only makes everything worse.
Levi lays the blame squarely at Erwin’s feet. It’s certainly irrational, but the pregnancy is a direct consequence of Erwin’s actions (although, the encouragement from Levi was certainly there that fateful, drunken night) — and now, Levi is the one paying the price of it all. The irony had, at first, twisted like a knife: the man who'd always seemed so effortlessly free had shackled him, unknowingly or not. However, as his pregnancy continued to unfold, he couldn’t have been more thankful for Erwin and their daughters. The new lives he and his husband were bringing into this not-so-cruel world.
Except for right now. Right now, he could wring Erwin’s neck, like a damp towel drenched with sweat after a long workout.
Levi is sitting on their shared bed in the master bedrooms. Erwin is picking up fast food for dinner, after neither of them decided on cooking tonight. He finds himself in his boxers and one of Erwin’s t-shirts, that’s almost too snug for his belly. Levi feels like a waterlogged sponge, bloated and slick with sweat. Strands of black bangs stick to his temples and forehead from the sweat. His back screams in protest as he continues to sit up as straight as he can, a level of agony he'd expected decades later in life, if ever. He’s unsure if he has that pregnancy glow people always talk about; he just feels fat, sweaty, and sore constantly — and he’s sure it shows.
And, worst of all, his arousal is raging… and there’s nothing he can do about it. He had tried, about a week ago. He’s big. So big. So big that it’s ridiculous. Each and every position he tried to pleasure himself in was a comedy of errors. Reclining, kneeling, all fours — each ended in failure, leaving him more frustrated than before. The simple (well, simple prior to his pregnancy) act of touching himself to relieve the tightening knot of arousal deep in his core became a cruel, unattainable luxury.
He went to bed utterly unsatisfied.
Erwin was also no help. He’d touch Levi, of course — rubbing and caressing his belly, massaging his swollen feet, scratching his back, brushing his thick fingers through strands of black hair, kneading his plush thighs, and more gentle touches that left Levi wanting more — but he wouldn’t… touch him. And he hasn’t for almost a month now.
“Levi,” he had cooed, the first time rejecting Levi’s proposition for sex. “I don’t want to hurt the babies.”
“You’re so uncomfortable,” he’d tell him after stifling a yawn one late night. “We should just go lay down, hmm?”
“What if your water breaks?” he’d asked a week ago. “We need to be ready. You’re due any day now.”
“The doctor said no strenuous activities,” he’d murmured in his ear after Levi had sat squarely on his lap two days ago. “Levi, dear… It hurts me as much as it hurts you, but you’re a week overdue — and we need to take it easy for our daughters.”
Levi huffs to himself at the thought. “No, it hurts me far more than it hurts you,” he thinks to himself.
Honestly, it‘s a bit bizarre. Erwin was always so touchy-feely, much more than most people suspected, getting turned on by the smallest things. Like from a whiff of Levi’s cologne, or when breast milk / colostrum would leak through poor Levi’s shirt, or from the times he’d forget to shave and leave patches of stubble on his chin. And during the pregnancy, particularly the second trimester, Levi’s own arousal became almost comical. Levi’s hormones were a whirlwind, and Erwin’s mere presence was enough to ignite them both.
Was he unlovable now? A bitter, half-hearted huff of laughter escapes Levi, a sound that holds no joy in the mind-numbing quietness of their room. He’d always carried a secret, gnawing insecurity, a belief that he was fundamentally unlovable in every form. Had Erwin finally realized this after all this time — after getting him pregnant, had the blonde come to the realization that he didn’t want a family with Levi?
Levi turns his head to look at the large mirror that hangs on the wall by their bed. His hair is a mess, and he has dark circles under his eyes. “ Like some mangy stray,” he thinks to himself, a familiar bitterness rising in his throat. He can’t shake the feeling that Erwin is only staying out of some misplaced sense of duty after marriage and before impending divorce.
He imagines Erwin secretly repulsed by his swollen stomach, and it makes him feel sad. He imagines Erwin's gaze lingering just a moment too long on a handsome stranger, a thin and toned one at that, and it makes Levi sick to his stomach. So much so that he gags once the smell of fast food met his sensitive nostrils.
“Levi?” his husband calls from the landing of the steps once he hears the strangled noise. Levi hadn’t even heard him come home. He can hear the hurried footsteps as Erwin dashes up the remaining steps and appears in the door frame holding the bag of food. A worried look graces his features as he steps in, watching as Levi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, despite vomiting up nothing. “Are you alright?”
He’s sad. He’s anxious. And yet, he’s still so fucking horny.
“Fine,” Levi responds curtly, adjusting himself on the bed. The sadness sits as a lump in his throat, and the arousal weighs heavy on his gut. Two emotions that feel as though they are on opposite sides of the spectrum. “My bad. The smell of grease made me feel sick all of a sudden, but I feel alright now.”
Erwin stares at him for a while longer, as if trying to read him like a book; Erwin can tell immediately that something is off. His sexy yet tired sapphire eyes rhyme nicely with his pristine blonde hair and his sun-kissed, freckled skin underneath his white compression shirt. He stays still, until he carefully pads into the bedroom and places the bag of food down on the coffee table on the opposite side of the room. Levi secures his large stomach with the palm of his small hand, his cock stirring underneath his boxers. He wonders if Erwin can see it, or if he’s too focused on finding out what’s wrong with his husband. The silence between them makes the air of the room thick like molasses. And suddenly, Levi blinks and Erwin is standing in front of him.
A hand, large, warm and calloused, reaches out to gently cup Levi’s cheek. Erwin gently forces Levi to look up at him. His thick brows are knotted in concern.
“Dear,” Erwin croons. “What’s wrong?”
Levi huffs again, sweat beading on his brow, gun-metal gaze flickering away, “Nothing. I said I’m fine.”
Erwin hums. It’s quiet again, and Erwin strokes Levi’s cheek in the momentary silence. Until he speaks again, “You look beautiful.”
Levi’s heart throbs. He’s not sure if it’s out of arousal or sadness. “I look like a beached whale,” the smaller man spats as he returns his gaze back into Erwin’s eyes. “Don’t pretend that I look good.”
“Honey, is this why you’re upset?” Erwin frowns.
Damn it. You fucking bastard.
Levi looks away again, cheeks flushing red.
“Levi, you’re carrying our child. You’re creating life. How is that anything but good — anything but beautiful?”
A snort falls from Levi’s lips. He’s not sure if he wants to cry or if he wants to tear Erwin’s clothes off. “You’re just saying that, you oaf.”
Erwin grips Levi’s chin a little tighter, trying to force his gaze back onto him. Levi obeys.
“No, I’m telling you what I see,” Erwin says, voice firm yet loving. “I see a man who is strong, resilient, and utterly breathtaking. I see the man I fell in love with, the man who challenges me, who’s carrying our children, who makes me feel… complete.”
“Then why don’t you touch me anymore?” Levi suddenly asks, voice cutting through Erwin’s words like a sharp blade. Tears threaten his eyes, and he strains to hold them back.
Erwin stares down at him, plump lips gently parted before asking, “What do you mean?”
“Why don’t we have sex anymore?” Levi begins to ramble, his head swimming with a variety of thoughts. “We used to have sex all of the time. You couldn’t ever keep your damn pants on or your hands off of me, and now it’s like you want nothing to do with my body. Am I not attractive anymore?”
A single tear falls down Levi’s cheek. His thighs tremble, and his cock aches beneath his pants. He continues:
“I’ve gives you so many hints, and I know you’re not that fucking stupid. Have you been ignoring me because you think I’m ugly like this? You put them in me, you bastard, you know that? All I want is for you to fuck me like we’re 20 years old again, or the night the twins were conceived — please, Erwin…
… I’m so… empty.”
The plea spills from his lips like molten honey. It burns Erwin’s core.
Levi’s hardly given a second to think, and not even a moment to wipe the tears in his eyes before Erwin is bending down and forcing his lips onto Levi’s. Levi gasps quietly, momentarily surprised, before returning the kiss with equal intensity and vigor. His cock twitches and aches against its confinement. Erwin’s hand remains on his chin, tilting Levi’s head to the best position, and his other hand now rests on Levi’s hugely pregnant belly. He begins to rub the swollen surface, massaging it with his large hand as they kiss passionately on the bed.
After several minutes, their lips part. They both pant heavily, salvia connecting their lips as if they are one. However, Erwin’s tongue flicks to swipe across his bottom lip, breaking the strand, before he speaks.
“You are exquisite,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “The most beautiful and sexiest person I have ever seen.”
For once, Levi is too stunned to speak. Erwin’s hands move down towards Levi’s boxers. Levi takes the hint and slightly lifts his hips for him, and Erwin takes off Levi’s boxers and lets them fall to the floor. “Every curve, every line, every inch of you is perfect.”
Levi’s bottom lip quivers as Erwin stands up straight. He unbuckles the belt that’s wrapped around his waist, and undoes the fly of his jeans before pulling down his pants and his own boxers in one fluid motion. His cock, large and hard, springs out and bobs in the open space between them. Precum drips from his dusty pink head, and Levi nearly drools at the sight of it. The clothes gather at Erwin’s ankles on the floor, and he steps out of them before kicking them behind him.
“This,” Erwin murmurs, placing both hands on Levi’s round and heavy belly. He gently pushes up the bottom of his shirt to expose Levi’s stomach to the bedroom air, before eventually taking it off completely and tossing it across the room. “this is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen. You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Levi.”
Suddenly, Levi’s being guided backward onto the bed. He’s being laid on his side as Erwin hovers over him, his breath ragged and heavy like a wild animal. “I’m sorry,” Erwin groans. “I’m sorry I haven’t shown you how sexy you are, love… I just want to be careful, want to keep you safe and healthy, but I — … Good God, how could I ever have let you think that you’re ugly?”
Erwin attacks the skin of Levi’s neck. Levi lets out a pathetic mewl in return, tilting his head in a way to allow Erwin more access. His husband’s teeth scrape against his ivory skin, and he sucks pale, red blooms into it. Each one more sloppy than the last. His hand returns to Levi’s belly, making sure to rub over each stretch-mark that litters his stomach. The twins shift beneath Erwin’s palm, and Erwin moans quietly.
“You’re so soft,” Erwin husks. “So full. So… fuck .”
Erwin suddenly pries himself from Levi, standing up again. Levi has half the mind to make a confused, agitated noise as he glares at Erwin, confused as to why he stopped. But, it’s quickly revealed that Erwin is going to get the lube from their bedside cabinet.
Erwin soon gets back up on the bed and properly onto his knees. He then opens the bottle of lubricant with one hand before squeezing it onto his large dick. He hisses at it being cold but he doesn’t really care, his mind is far too busy thinking of what he could do to his amazing, beautiful, sexy husband who’s laid on the bed so nicely for him. Like a gift on Christmas. Erwin’s jacks himself off a bit to spread the lube and warm it up, and he lets out another ragged yet quiet moan. He gives Levi his glance before his gaze, his eyes glossy and half-lidded as his hand slows its movement.
“What — hah — what position would be most comfortable for you, Levi?” Erwin asks, his voice low and gravelly.
Levi’s long lashes flutter as he blinks, his lips parted lewdly as he cranes his neck, attempting to lift his head. Levi is quick to reply with the first position that pops into his head, the one that he enjoys the most but certainly isn’t the most comfortable on his body: “Doggy.” His voice equally as low and gravelly as Erwin’s.
He expects Erwin to shove him onto his stomach, and force his hips into the air; he’s always enjoyed Erwin being rough with him. To treat him like a body to fuck over and over again, a place to warm his cock and dump his seed. But, instead, Erwin stutters. He hesitates. As much as he’d love to flip Levi over and pound into him mercilessly, he knows that doggy-style probably won’t be the most comfortable on Levi’s body — if comfortable at all. His thick brows furrow in thought as his eyes dart back and forth, trying to think of a way to prop Levi up without it being too heavy, both hands hovering in the air over Levi’s body. One is slick with lube. And Levi, who’s never been patient a day in his life, is annoyed by Erwin’s hesitation.
Bless Erwin’s heart, but he’s horny. And he wants Erwin now — not tomorrow, not in an hour, not next week. Now.
“I want doggy, ” Levi encourages angrily.
Before Erwin can mutter out a response, or a suggestion for a new position, Levi is tossing himself over in order to get onto his hands and knees with a grunt. His belly makes it momentarily difficult, like a turtle stuck on its back, but Erwin notices his struggle immediately and helps him up without much fanfare. He supposes that there’s no possibility of influencing Levi into another position, one that would be much more comfortable on his sore and swollen body.
Erwin’s a smart man. An idea pops into his head. With his hand that’s not covered in lube, he reaches towards the pillows on the opposite side of their bed. He stacks two pillows on top of each other underneath Levi’s belly that hangs down from his midsection. The smaller man pants heavily, his arms and legs shaking out of desperation and pain. He’s so heavy.
“Here, here,” Erwin babbles in a low timbre, one-handedly and hurriedly setting Levi up into the most comfortable position he can. Levi is dazed and confused and just so incredibly horny, but he lets Erwin adjust him before he gets far too impatient.
Levi soon grabs Erwin by the collar of his shirt. Erwin’s gaze settles on Levi, his lips parted, stupefied in his wake. “Erwin. Jesus Christ. Fuck me now, or I swear to God, I’m gonna find someone else to fuck me instead.”
He would never. But he knows how to make Erwin move faster, and making him jealous is one way to do it. Erwin lets out a small grunt as Levi lets go of the collar of his shirt and swiftly moves behind his husband. He’s quick to press two fingers against Levi’s hole, without any warning, letting them sink inside in order to prep his husband. Levi moans softly as he yearns for Erwins cock; his hole clenches around his fingers like he’ll disappear at any given moment. Levi slowly drops to his elbows, the weight of his stomach and his impatience becoming unbearable. Two fingers turn into three, and yet Erwin’s cock is bigger than that. Weak and trembling, Levi arches his back, craving Erwin’s prestigious cock.
It was so good. Too good, in fact. Levi feels the beginnings of his orgasm begin to build in his body; he could cum purely from Erwin’s fingers, but he didn’t want that.
And neither did Erwin.
As Levi’s breaths become increasingly ragged, Erwin knows to pull his fingers out. Levi whines and moans at the loss, which nearly breaks Erwin’s heart, but they both know that Erwin’s fingers will, in due time, be replaced with his large cock.
Suddenly, Erwin’s lubricated cockhead is pressing against Levi’s hole, before he bottoms out in a singular thrust. Levi moans again, bracing himself for rough handling. Contrary to his expectations and desires, however, Erwin’s actions take on tenderness. Once Erwin’s balls are flush against Levi’s fat ass, Erwin carefully positions one hand beneath Levi’s heavy stomach, ensuring its weight is comfortably supported by the pillows and his embrace before he begins to thrust into him. Simultaneously, his other hand finds purchase on Levi’s left hip, his grip firm and unwavering.
It’s not enough.
Levi shifts his hips back, a silent plea to get Erwin to start moving. He’s too overwhelmed to speak, his voice caught in his throat, and yet Erwin listens to him beautifully. Each thrust sends a ripple of sensation through Levi’s body, jostling him against the sheets. His forearms, weakened by the intensity of the moment, slide across the silk. A coil of raw anticipation tightens within Levi and it clenches his core. Although Erwin’s thrusts are tantalizing and feel oh so good , they only merely fan the flames of his desire. He craves the inferno, the consuming blaze, the utter unraveling that his husband, and only his husband, can ignite.
It’s not enough.
A frustrated groan rumbles in his chest in time with Erwin’s own pleasured growl. He wishes to take hold of his dick, to match the rhythm of Erwin’s thrusts, to chase the spiraling pleasure that simmers in his gut and rises no further. But his swollen belly blocks his eager hand. This , this delicious torment, was the very reason he'd been simmering with need, unable to fully indulge the burning ache within.
“Damn it ,” Levi thinks, the words a silent curse on his lips. He can’t reach. He can’t do anything.
It’s not enough.
Levi’s forearms tremble as he suddenly cries out. His body droops, falling just a bit; his large stomach is way too heavy on him in this position and is pulling him down. Erwin stops thrusting immediately, which makes Levi cry out again. Tears streak the smaller man’s face as he lets out a choked sob.
“Levi?” Erwin asks, clearly panicked. He pulls out, and Levi laments its presence. “Honey, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“So – so heavy,” Levi whimpers, referring to his stomach and the babies that stir within. Erwin helps Levi off of his hands and knees, and instead helps him sit on top of his knees. The shorter male presses a hand to his stomach, panting heavily through tears. The twins continue to shift beneath his small palm, and Erwin rests a loving hand on Levi’s back.
Erwin opens his mouth to speak, but Levi interrupts him: “Damn it, Erwin, this – this is all your fault…! I’m so pregnant and heavy and I can’t do anything – I can’t pleasure myself, I can’t move, I can’t hold myself up. All I want is to be fucked, fucked as deep and hard as you can, and you’re still not fucking doing it…!”
The blonde is left speechless. He’s never seen Levi like this — ever.
“It’s all your fucking fault, you stupid idiot,” Levi cries, sniffling. He suddenly shoves his husband down until he’s flat on his back, then positions himself squarely over Erwin’s middle. He sits, and he’s heavy. Erwin lay silently, eyes widened slightly and mouth gently parted. His hands hover in the air, unsure of where to land. “You put these babies in me, you fucked them into me – now fuck me like I know you can! ”
Levi somehow raises his hips and angles Erwin’s cock, aligning it with his pulsating hole before he nearly drops himself onto it, landing on Erwin’s pelvis. Both Erwin and Levi moan in chorus; Erwin's breath is nearly taken away from how heavy his husband is.
Levi needs a moment to steady himself, to get his lungs to finally cooperate, before he can think about action. He looks down at Erwin, who’s now holding his gaze. Erwin pants as he watches him with a look of clear, open admiration shining in his beautiful, deep blue eyes.
“I’ve got you,” Erwin gruffs. The timbre and tone of his voice makes Levi’s skin feel flushed and hot – hotter than he already feels. Erwin's palms finally land and trace a slow, deliberate path upward, along the burgeoning curve of Levi's thighs, now luxuriously thick and fat. His hands continue their ascent, finding the generous expanse of Levi's ass. The flesh beneath his touch is softer, fuller than ever before. He gives it an unapologetic squeeze before his hands move again, finally landing on his middle, rubbing the large, taut swell of Levi's heavily pregnant stomach.
One hand, however, moves to hold Levi’s hip as his husband raises himself into the air. The added weight of the twins creates a challenging shift, but Levi’s spine arches as he leans back, his fingers now kneading and grasping the flesh of Erwin's thighs, his sharp fingernails digging into the exposed skin. Erwin's steady support also allows Levi to continue to hold himself up before sinking himself back down. Levi’s head falls back, a loud yet breathy moan escaping him. Erwin grinds upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper into Levi. This repeats, over and over again, faster and faster each time, for several minutes.
“Fuck – fuck , yes,” Levi chants lewdly, and it sounds like it’s straight out of a cheap porno. Tears continue to spill from his eyes – though they’ve shifted from tears of desperation to tears of pleasure. A wave of heat pulses through him, a deliciously divine ache as Erwin fills him more than he was in their previous position. “Right there, right there – fuck, Erwin…! ”
“I’m sorry,” Erwin growls, continuing to thrust harshly into Levi when he lands on his pelvis. “I’m sorry I – hah, shit – wasn’t giving you what y-you wanted… Gonna fuck you so good, gonna – fuck, Levi…! ”
Erwin can’t even finish his thought; his brain is short-circuiting and he’s so close to cumming already. He continues to rut into his husband like some savage wild animal, some untamed beast. Every thrust hits Levi good. Every fall hits Levi deep. The view he has is just so tantalizing and sexy: Levi rising and falling on his large cock while his small hands grip Erwin’s thighs. He can barely see his husbands face at this angle, his large belly is in the way, burgeoning out in front of him and nearly hanging taut against Erwin’s body, though it bounces in time with his rapid movement. His swollen chest sways as he bounces on his cock, threatening to leak. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He wants to lean forward and kiss it, but he doesn’t want to jeopardize their rhythm. And he’s so close, so close to cumming —
“Levi,” Erwin rasps deeply, his eyes shutting tight. He cums torrents into Levi’s hole, dick throbbing inside the confines of Levi’s heat.
Levi is quick to follow, “Ah, yeah, Erwin, shit! ” He pulls his gaze upward until only the whites of his eyes are visible, his world dissolving into a blinding, incandescent rush before his cock spurts in between them, coating Erwin’s chest in sticky white. The wet, resonant sounds of their coupling fills his ears as Erwin's final thrusts drive into him, pumping his cum into him like he wasn’t already heavily pregnant with his children – it’s a disgusting, dirty sound that would normally make Levi cringe, but he’s far too tired and carried away in his post-orgasmic bliss to care about the noise.
He’s tired. He’s relieved. So relieved.
Erwin’s thrusts finally come to a slow halt, and Levi stops grinding against him. Breaths ragged, they both pause, chests heaving for a span of seconds. Both of Erwin’s hands settle on Levi’s big belly as he rubs it slowly, gently pushing and massaging into the tight and swollen skin, and Levi just closes his eyes as he soaks up the feeling.
“You’re so beautiful,” Erwin whispers through soft pants, eyes half-lidded and full of love. “Do you feel better?”
Levi nods quickly in response, unable to formulate any words. His eyes slowly peel open, looking down at his husband as he rests a hand under his heavy belly.
Post-intimacy, they follow a well-established procedure. Erwin, with a soft touch, helps his husband shift onto his side after withdrawing his cock, and then excused himself to the bathroom. He returns shortly with a warm, moist towel, preparing to clean Levi up and himself. After they’re both clean, Erwin slips back into bed and presses himself against Levi’s back. They’re both too hot for the blanket, so they leave it off. Erwin presses gentle kisses onto Levi’s neck, kissing each hickey he had left as he slowly massages Levi’s belly again.
“I love you,” Erwin murmurs quietly, eyelashes brushing against Levi’s sensitive skin. “More than anything in this world.”
“Mmm,” Levi hums, trying to keep his eyes open. “I love you too.”
The last thing Levi sees is the bag of takeout that sits on the table across the room. The food has to be cold by now. He thinks about dinner momentarily, but his body succumbs to slumber before he gets a chance to dwell on it further. He's finally able to fall asleep satisfied.