Broken Hearts, Severed Limbs (Levi x OC x Erwin)

|136| Jealousy 🟥

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ROUGH SMUT AHEAD, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE MISTAKEN AS DUBCON BUT IT'S NOT I SWEAR

If you can't read that kinda stuff, just jump over the next chap, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

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When Levi entered the tent, she hadn't done as he had asked. Nathalie had just taken her ODM off and she was sitting down on his sleeping bag, with her legs gathered against her chest and her arms wrapped around them. He arched an eyebrow. She looked like a scared little child about to be lectured by its parent, and he realised she had been indeed feeling this way when she spoke.

"Are you mad at me?" Nathalie asked and she focused her attention on the grass that his boots were stepping on.

"Yes, I fucking am," Levi answered back harshly and this time she looked up at him as he unstrapped his ODM from around his body. "You don't get to fucking giggle and blush like a cock-deprived schoolgirl at his fucking words,"

Nathalie sighed. She should know better than to open a conversation with a man that Levi did not want her to. She was supposed to be an obedient wife. A wife that gave her husband only what he desired. And there she was now, not doing what he had asked of her. Dammit, this was all so unhealthy. She yearned to please her husband to the point that it hurt herself.

Her arms reached for the buttons of her shirt, and she started unbuttoning fast but shakily. He turned and looked at her and he arched an eyebrow. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"You want to fuck me, don't you? Get over with it," She stood up and her hands reached for her belt, unbuckling with skilful moves and loosening her pants.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Why did it sound like she didn't want this at all? You should know better than to force her about this. What the hell had gotten into him? Levi caught her hands before she got to push her pants down her legs and trapped them both behind her bare back. He looked down at the plain black bra that tightly held back her breasts. He wanted to launch right in. He wanted to pick her up and have his way with her right then and there. He wanted her to scream his name and have the entire forest knowing who she belonged to. Alas, if he did not have her consent, he couldn't do anything, because he loved her, and he'd never force his Nathalie into anything like that. It was a sensitive subject to her. He wasn't like those guards in her cell from three years ago.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to," He let go of her hands. One arm slipped tightly around her. The other found her neck. Fingers squeezed lightly letting her know that the only reason she was still breathing was that he was letting her to. His eyes met her own. The eyes of a predator stared down on a helpless, vulnerable little prey. "But that doesn't mean I don't wanna fuck you right here, right now," He cupped her face and forced his thumb into the warm wetness of her mouth. She sucked on his thumb obediently. He chuckled. "I want you to scream my name loud enough for the entire forest to hear you," He spoke huskily against her lips.

"And why do you want that?" Nathalie asked as he finally pulled his wet thumb out of her mouth.

"So that everybody knows you're mine. Especially that bastard who thinks he owns you," Levi growled.

"But you and I both know that I belong to you," Nathalie as she leaned in and pecked his lips. That dangerous angry look faltered from his eyes with what she told him next. "Is that not enough?"

Sometimes he just had to remind himself of how genius his Nathalie was. She may have been the one to follow, to submit to his wishes, his orders, but the mastermind behind it all was still her. And she was right. It should feel enough. He knew she was his. He knew she had chosen him and him alone. He knew it. But he couldn't stop it. That impulse he felt to make sure that everybody knew it too. His Nathalie was so perfect, so precious. There were already two men and probably more that were trying to take her from him. He had to protect her from letting them touch her. No man was ever going to touch her again but him. He wouldn't allow it.