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clefairymuke · 1 year

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eloquent | eleven

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3.2k

tw: swearing, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of cheating, age gap, teacher/student relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of marking, a little teasing

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Levi presses his head into the cold tile of the shower wall, the steam that billows around him feeling more like a murky fog than the relaxing sauna he expected. Each drop of water numbs an infinitesimal bit of skin on his back before rolling down to his ankles, and he’s sure the once-soft canvas between his shoulders is now raw and red. The sting of the heat wore off a half hour earlier.

Confidence had never been a problem before, second-guessing his choices unheard of, but that was before you. Before he allowed himself, in an unforgivably drunken stupor no less, to pursue some ridiculous semblance of a relationship with a student— with his only student, at that. Before the incisors of childish jealousy sank deep into his neck and forced its venom to course through his veins. Before you showed him that perhaps there are things in this world even he can’t handle. Now, since you, all he has the energy to do is think, and rethink, and rethink again.

He takes a deep, ragged breath, straightening himself then punching his thumb into the intercom button on the wall. “Hange,” he starts, voice husky with frustration, “bring a pot of tea to my study. Don’t stick around.”

“You got it, boss.”

Levi’s hair is still dripping onto his face as he sips the chamomile from the dainty teacup at his desk. He stares angrily at the blank document in front of him, as if he’s trying to intimidate it into spontaneously populating with the words that seem to escape him. He thought he was immune to slumps. Thirty years of his life he’d had something to behold, something he needed the entire world to read; the last few months, however, have been void of any substance at all. This is the one problem he can’t blame on you.

Deadlines stalk him viciously, interrogators in their own right, begging him for something to consume with a disgusting quickness. He has nothing to give them. Lately he’s questioned if he ever will again.

He considers calling you. Asking for your thoughts instead of assaulting you with his. As soon as the idea crosses his mind, he’s only frustrated with himself again, and yet, his hand still gravitates toward his cell phone. Levi allows his thumb to hover over your name for only a second before scoffing under his breath and tossing the device to the side. At this moment, he makes a decision. It’s one he may not like, but one that needs to be made nonetheless. It’s time to pull back from you.

YOU

You don’t hear from Levi again until Tuesday morning rolls around. Trying not to let it bother you proves impossible as you stress over your appearance before the meeting, which is something you hadn’t worried much about in the past. You spend a painstaking amount of time mulling over your outfit for the day.

You’d stayed up all night editing your pages, which is turning into quite the habit. It’s astounding how one heated meeting and a single date could send you down such a spiral of inspiration, and you more than appreciate this unexpected surprise. Sleep escapes you these days; all that comes to you in the night is your work. You hope your dedication doesn’t escape Levi’s devouring glare, but you fear it will in light of his recent lack of communication. Still, you find yourself significantly less afraid of your advisor-slash-fling for once— perhaps he won’t be so cruel after finding his way into your pants.

An hour later, when your warm smile crashes headfirst into his icy glare, you realize you might have been dead wrong. You remain confident— he feeds on fear and humiliation, after all— and chirp out a friendly greeting. His eyes soften for only a second before freezing over again.

“Good morning,” Levi says smoothly, opening the door a bit further to allow you into his office. You allow your shoulder to brush his chest just barely as you pass, fighting the urge to do it with your hand, instead.

“You look nice today,” you tell him as the door clicks shut. “How was your week?”

“Do you have any pages, or did you think I scheduled this meeting to chit chat?” he snaps, rounding his desk and sitting down without meeting your eyes.

His tone admittedly ruffles your feathers, but you let it roll off your back, fishing the manila folder out of your purse and leaning forward to lay it on the desk. “I’m proud of them,” you say, eyes flitting back and forth as nerves begin to overtake you, eager to look anywhere but his smoky eyes. “I hope you will be, too.”

He takes the folder without a word, ten minutes of silence besides the turning of pages and his pen scribbling in the margins. You cross and uncross your legs a hundred times, palms sweating as a familiar dread settles over your weak shoulders. At least it hasn’t hit the shredder yet, you tell yourself. Anything is better than that.

“I like it,” he says, and that’s all. You wait for more to come from his mouth, lips parted as if there’s something else on his mind, something threatening to slip despite his protests, but Levi remains stubborn and quiet.

You aren’t sure what to reply with, so you decide on honesty. The man in front of you has no trouble being blunt, after all. “There’s more you want to say.”

For the first time since you’d met Levi, he seems almost timid. A few thoughtful seconds pass before he opens his mouth again. “I thought it was a mistake,” he starts, nervously tapping his fingers against the desk. “What’s been going on between you and I, I mean.”

This admission shocks you, sending a little chill up your back and making you lean forward with a need to know more. “Thought? As in past tense?”

“I’m not sure,” Levi says honestly. He meets your eyes, something he’d clearly been avoiding since you walked in that morning, and they are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re writing about me, aren’t you?”

You nod, strangely unashamed. He told you to write your life. Following instructions is nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

“Keep going,” he tells you, allowing the beginnings of a smile to poke at the corners of his mouth. “It’s working.” There’s a comforting silence between the two of you as you search for a way to respond to an unnaturally kind version of Levi. You don’t have to search for long. “A lot of it is still fucking awful, of course. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Let’s go over some notes before you go.” There’s the Dr. Ackerman you know. That didn’t last long.

He proceeds to ream you for the next half hour, practically shredding your pages with his sharp tongue as he insults nearly every word of the piece in front of him. You’re confused on what parts of it he claims to like— the pacing is dogshit, dialogue is “stronger, but still utterly embarrassing to read,” and the plot has as much direction as a blind old woman in an unfamiliar city. You want to argue, but he gives strong, undeniable reasoning behind his cruelty. It makes you sick.

As the meeting begins to draw to a close with Levi’s rather rude ‘constructive’ criticism, you admittedly feel a bit disappointed. After the intense revelations of the past week, you’d thought things would be a little different now. Looking at his emotionless expression, you’re prepared to be kicked out crying within the next few minutes.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” he asks suddenly, a little light in his eyes for the first time since Wednesday. You give him a suspicious stare.

Pretending to think for a moment, you say, “No, not that I can think of.” A tingle starts between your legs, making you shuffle around in the chair a bit on an instinctive search for friction — you hope his hawk-like eyes didn’t catch that, although there’s no way they missed it. Levi never, ever takes them off of you, it seems. One side of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

He motions you over with a jerk of his chin. “Come here.” Three hollow taps sound through the room as he pats the desk six inches away, directing you where he wants you. You can’t deny that you went racier with your outfit than you typically would — a low-cut sweater paired with a less-than-mini skirt — but you don’t let yourself get flustered as you stand and brush off your legs.

Once you’ve settled on the cool, oak desk in front of him, careful not to let your gaze waver from his eyes even as the wildfires start to spark up, a tingle starts to run up your spine. The cool, smoke-infused tone of his perceptive irises is so cold you could shiver, even though your own eyes burn from the contact alone. You swallow once before speaking — things never go your way when the arrogant man just a half foot away sets the tone. “You never asked me how things went with Reiner,” you say.

Levi’s eyebrow cocks up a millimeter as he looks up at you, hands folded over his stomach as he relaxes into the black leather chair. “I assumed he got the message. Was there more to it?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You frown.

“I mean, no. He hasn’t spoken to me since then,” you respond, breath catching in your throat for half a second as his hand comes to rest on your knee. The calluses on his fingers brush over your skin softly, and you find yourself wondering if they’re from typing or holding a pen. Your eyes flutter down to examine his clean, slender hands before shooting back to his face.

“Do you want him to?” Levi questions smoothly, no indication of tone or expression to aid you in interpreting his reasoning.

“Well, no. Not really,” you answer honestly, chewing on the inside of your lip. Heart beating in time with Dr. Ackerman’s thumb brushing over your knee, you feel your cheeks begin to grow warmer.

His eyes get warmer, too. “And why not?”

It only takes a second for you to feel the shift, but you go from forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the intimidating soul before you to losing the ability to pull your gaze away from him. His pitch-colored hair falls just above the sharp, knee-buckling glare of steel eyes — between them, Levi’s narrow nose comes to a neat, up-turned point that shadows his perpetually frowning pink lips. His chin and jaw follow the same chiseled theme, projecting the awe-inspiring feeling one derives from pristine marble likenesses of Greek gods; the leather chair morphs to a throne of skulls, and you consider how fitting it would be to replace Cheryl with the much less vicious, three-headed Cerberus. A skip interrupts your steadily beating heart as one corner of Dr. Ackerman’s mouth turns up in a smirk. You’ve always had a soft spot for the villains, haven’t you?

You gulp. “He’s just not my type. We don’t have anything in common,” you say softly, the flames licking up in his eyes just short of entrancing you. Chills travel up the sensitive skin inside of your thigh as his fingers trail higher on your bare leg, making your chest swell with anticipation. “I think I prefer intellectuals,” you add, courage seeping through your pores with every electric shock, “and darker hair.”

“I think you just prefer me,” Levi corrects you boldly, expression unwavering as his confidence. A soft breeze stings against the feverish skin between your legs as he flips back the hem of your skirt, fingertips brushing the fabric of your panties as blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No, that’s not quite it,” you tease, dishing back for once — Dr. Ackerman hasn’t thrown you out of his office yet, so you figure it’s well received. That’s as much of an indication as you’re likely to get from him. “I know your type, though: young blondes with no shame. I’ve seen a few take the walk of shame through the waiting room.”

Levi chuckles, sharp canines poking out over his supple lips. “And are you shameless, too?” he inquires, a hint of mockery pervading over his steely tone.

“You get off on the fact that I’m not,” you quip, eyes flickering to his grinning mouth. “I can only assume that’s why I’m the exception. But I would never let you mark me up like that before I walked through the waiting room.”

The fires in his eyes blaze a hundred times hotter, an arrogant expression overtaking his features as he pinches your thigh playfully. “What would you be willing to wager on that?”

A tinge of curiosity pulses through your mind in tandem with the wave of heat between your legs. “What would you want if you won?”

There isn’t any hesitation as Levi opens his mouth, tongue sliding quickly over his lips once before he speaks. “You’ll let me take you out again. Wherever I choose.”

A little smile plays on your lips; you’d expected a much more crude request. Swinging your feet back and forth gently as you lean a bit further toward him, you toss a suspicious glare his way. “And if I win?” you inquire, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ll buy you something nice,” he answers, not detailing your prize any further. Choosing not to pry, you twist up your lips in consideration. Adding an expensive item to your bedroom and getting to fool around with Dr. Ackerman almost seems too good to be true, but you choose to give the situation the benefit of the doubt. After all, it could just end up being a wonderful day. The worst that could happen? You nervously slink through the waiting room with a hickey on your neck and get treated to a fancy dinner.

You give him a mischievous grin as you look down into his eyes, still feeling his fingers trace circles on the skin of your thighs. “I’ll take that bet.”

Ten minutes later, you’re kneeling before his black leather chair as Levi unbuckles his belt just in front of you. The sound of your breathing is prominent and anticipatory, skin still flushed and feverish from the feeling of his lips exploring your thighs, breasts, and throat— littering beautifully harsh love bites and hickeys in all the places you can typically cover up. He hasn’t aimed to win your little competition quite yet, but you’re beginning to think he has it in the bag. Looking at your current state, you don’t stand a chance.

Dr. Ackerman doesn’t take off any of his clothes this time— he simply undoes his slacks enough to free his length, fisting it in one hand and giving it a few slow strokes. Your mouth starts to water. “I don’t even think I can get my lips around it,” you say, half joking as you admire the long, puffy vein that runs from the base to the rosy head of his dick.

“You’re riding me, sweetheart,” Levi corrects you, running one finger gently along your jaw. “I just think you look pretty on your knees like this.” He motions at you to join him in the chair, gripping the backs of your legs to place them on either side of him as you come to sit in his lap, your noses only a centimeter apart. The head of his pulsing cock grazing against the lace crotch of your panties sends a shock through your body, making you whine out with searing need.

Your eyes find comforting heather gray as Dr. Ackerman pushes his forehead against yours, running his hands down your thighs while his shallow breaths caress your cheeks. All you can think about are his lips as they rest hanging open a half inch from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. He just holds your gaze as his long, sinewy fingers pull the lace of your panties over to the side and his hot, impossibly thick cockhead presses lightly against your entrance. Sucking in a shallow breath, you feel the overwhelming circumference of his length compared to the rather narrow tunnel between your quivering legs. You brace yourself. “You can take it,” he murmurs, catching the shield of anxiety glossing rapidly over your eyes.

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve never had one this big,” you say. A gasp catches in your throat as he drags the tip along your slit slowly, savoring the sight of your mouth falling open and your eyes blowing wide when he grazes your clit before repositioning himself at your throbbing opening.

Levi grins the kind of grin that sparks up in his eye like a gas burner, blue flames billowing up in the dark void of his pupils as he listens to your greedy whimpers. His forehead separates from your own so that he may dip down and press his lips to your neck, his teeth pricking lightly at the base of your throat and his soft moans tingling against your sensitive skin. “Let me stretch it out, baby. I need to fuck you. Please,” the man pleads with you, nibbling on your collar bone while his hands continue to wander between your ass and breasts with desperate urgency.

The sweet, raspy sound of his voice makes your heart beat harder, sending a wash of static through your core as you grind down on his stiff length. The head begins to ease past your threshold, molding your smooth, slick walls to fit his girth as he sleeves the first fourth of his dick into your pulsing cunt. “Shit,” you whimper as he continues to push in; you attempt to adjust to his size, clenching repeatedly around the velvet-wrapped steel splitting you open wide.

By the time he’s submerged himself to the hilt, it feels like you’re in a million pieces on top of him. Levi holds a firm, tenderless grip on your hips as he looks up at you, pupils blown and canines poking into his bottom lip as a result of the smug grin painted across his mouth. The flames in his slate-colored eyes flicker blue again for a fraction of a second before his mouth is crashing onto yours, enveloping you in an all-consuming haze that distracts from even the ecstasy of being utterly full of him. He only deepens the kiss as his thumbs dig into your hip bones and begin to rock you back and forth, the head of his dick grinding into your sweetest spot and inviting a string of moans from your busy lips.

Levi breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to your earlobe, suckling it gently before taking it between his teeth and nipping at it, sending a shiver down your back and forcing you to squeeze around his unbelievable girth. “I don’t know,” he whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin with his sensual tone. “You seem pretty shameless to me.”

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"Just for you to know..." | Erwin x reader | Modern AU College AU | Corvey's chest ire67

Resume: locked up in the library with your ex-history professor.

Word count: +2000 words

Reader: !gn reader

Tw: +18

“Oh, could you fuck yourself, please?” you swore that math problem couldn’t be solved that way. Even if you copied it from the blackboard yourself. This new teacher you have had was shit.

Near you, some meters back in the shelves of the library, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed tall man. Even if you couldn’t see him, your History professor, Erwin Smith, was glaring intently at you. As he did so many times, without you noticing, of course. He would kill himself if you did. He knew it was inappropriate, he knew it, and even so, you were the light of his eyes, the only star he could ask for. Even more than that. You were like that kind of poem you would reread infinitely without caring about anything else.

At Shiganshina College School, as in all the others, the professor-student relationship was seen as a taboo. Sure, students were commonly over age, but they were still young and it was seen as something perverted. At some point, even he saw it that way, but the adoration his heart had for you was painful like anything else.

You were strong yourself, you were independent, confident, disciplined, fairfull, fearless… And your face, oh god, your smile drove him crazy. When you smiled, he felt his stomach flip. And when you laugh it was like a chill ocean mesmerized him.

But that all changed some weeks ago. You arranged a professor switch. He didn’t know why. Nor what he did wrong. Why would you want to do that? You were a top student in every sense of the name at his class. So why? That bothersome thought have had been in his mind since then. He couldn’t keep you out of his head.

This institution, as some of the most antique liberal ones, let the students set their preferences in terms of the professors they wanted to be teached by. But he was confused, why would you do that?… It was an endless cycle of revising all his past interactions with you, everything you made, everything you said… But he ended up with the same question with which he started. Why? Why had to be you from all his students? He just couldn’t explain it to himself.

He left the book he initially came for, leaving the place.

Hours later, you were about to exit that library which’s air was already weighing you down. You packed up your things, putting the pens and the highlighters in your suitcase, as well as itself and your books and notes in the bag. Maybe you had to think about a change of bag, it was already worn out and somewhat torn to the side.

To only step before the two huge doors that seemed unopened.

“Shit, what?” You murmured, still making failed attempts to open it. “Oh, fine, marvellous” giving the wooden form of it a light punch you took some steps behind.

Before you could took your phone, you saw a figure form in your left. When you turned around, you couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Erwin, your old history professor, there, the one that you tried to avoid the most that you even switched classes.

“Hey” he only said.

“Hey”

“It seems we are kind of stuck here, uh?” the Smith murmured with that low tone you loved.

Yeah, you were enchanted by your History professor. And that’s why you decided doing so for the best. Your califications weren’t suffering, but you were. It was such an impossible thing to just ignore all the stomach empty sensation, the breathless sentiment, the way your eyes sinked everytime he was in your vision camp… It was just so uncomfortable.

You knew it was bad, but your heart surely didn’t care and that was dangerous. That relationship would be an aberration, in a sense, and you were sure he couldn¡t feel the same. I mean, he was him, Erwin Smith, he, from all the people, couldn’t like you for the simple reason you probably woruldn’t click. He was a man with a tidy life, a steady job and something he was determined to do until the end of his days. He was, what people call now, already "settled down". You obviously didn’t. I mean, you, a messy-A student, a young woman with a lot of things bumping on her head everyday, not even with the job you want, less with the life you want to make to yourself, how could you settle this uncertain destiny to someone that settled? You didn’t reach anymore than that question. You didn’t want to either.

“Yeah”you signed.

But you were now here, with the man of your dreams in front of you. And you didn’t even know how to deal with this situation.

You took your phone, and, even if the 45% of battery hit your eye reflection, you said, with an hopeful tone “Uh, fuck, I don’t have battery. Could you call the secretariat?”

He took a breath, like thinking for a moment and, without even taking his phone, he replied with a laugh “Um… I don’t have battery either!”

You signed, knowing that if you tell it was a lie and you actually had for some calls, he would think you are a strange person. So you stayed there, on your feet, not knowing what to say.

“I guess the only thing is left for us is just.. wait until we can get out of here” the blond murmured, like wanting to not let die the conversation.

“I guess” you afirmed, moving a bit your shoulders, uncomfortable because of the weight of your backpack.

“Uh, let me help you with that”he said, even if you were already putting it down, Erwin did it for you.

“Thanks” you said.

Kind.

As always.

So why? Why did you left?

Thought him, brushing his fingers, looking for a distraction..

“If this is gonna be that long, as you said, I’d just sit here and wait” you said, sitting on the very floor. With a mumble, he did the same.

After sometime looking into nothingness, he got a bit more comfortable, pushing his strong back to the shelves full on books, making himself comfortable. Not only because every second seemed longer, pushing him to talk or do something to let you know the chaos you created in him.

You saw him from the side of your eye, play a bit with his hands before talking aganfinally.

“Can I ask you a question?

“Sure, I guess”

“I guess?”

“I mean, if we are going to stay here like, all night, better talk. If you don’t want to read a book instead”

You were out of words and, at the same time, talking, and that was dangerous.

“No, I’m good with just talking…”he said, for the way his voice sounded, you knew he was smiling. You could easily recreate that cute expression printed on his face.Every detail, every feature, every millimeter of it… “So… If you don’t mind me asking.. why did you switch classes? I know you are with Jaeger, with Grisha”you noticed despise in his tone when he pronounced that name.

The question hit you like a rock, you knew it was coming, but you don’t know how to answer, and you never knew how to improvise. You really were a nerd in that terms.

“Um…” you started, not knowing how to follow “It’s just… This semester just started so hectic, you know, and I just thought a practice subject could help me taking less time than a theory one”

Yeah, it was a bad excuse, but you thanked anything that was jumping between your last neurones working after that “practice easy subject” of yours for been able to make it up.

“Oh, I see”

“Yeah”

Some seconds passed, he was no longer playing with his fingers, his eyes were observing you intently something. At first, you thought it was a book from the shelve that was before you two, but then realized it was the nothingless itself.

“Yn” he called you by your name. He never have had called you by your name. “You are an A student, you may not be the best at studying or like your subjects the most, but you always push it through. And you always, with no steption, go for the best and the maximum you can. God, sometimes I eve question again how you could deal with your own subjects, one extra project, one dabete, one journalist report.. and I don’t know what more that semester last year… You are disciplined and capable enough, and I know it.. I know it really well. So, now I want the truth

Erwin’s words left you astonished. Yeah, you were greeted al the time, but it was like nothing of that mattered if your favorite professor told you this. It felt so special you were going to cry.

You tried to calm down and looked at the front, breathed some times. Then looked at him. He was no longer your professor, and you were young and irresponsible. Just as you thought that many times earlier that two long months it took you to make that decision.

And you prepared to fait, to his refuse answer. You felt stupid. Trying something you knew how would it come. Well, it was as stupid as the math problems you were doing just some minutes before.

“I like you, Professor Smith”

His astonished face turning that fast to look at you surprised you less than you thought, his neck uncomfortable because of the position.

“that’s a fact. A fact that you don’t need, and, obviously, what I’m saying, won’t take care. But a fact in the end. So, for the food of the two of us, I decided for the good. It was better just don’t see you, seeing in that way a form of forget you”

That got out of your mouth dry as a dessert, not even looking at him anymore, your eyes connected with the wooden floor. You noticed there were more marks on it that in theother corridors. Logic, it was the entrance to the place. That place you were looked up with your professor. Ex-professor. A place, in which you’ll have to be in with him knowing this. At least, it couldn’t go worst.

“What… what made you feel this way?” out of the blue, you heard him ask you a question you didn’t have predicted at all.

You laughed at the irony of the situation “I don’t know, it could have been your kind actions towards the others.. or your protective caracter, or your voice, that low tone that.. fuck, it drives me crazy; or even your blond perfect hair just perfect, laying gracely on top of your head; your stupidly tall height” you heard him laugh, and your smile turned into another laugh, filling the less tensed up ambience “Or those stupid blue eyes you have… Probably a combination of all that with a bead of… you. I don’t know, it’s undescriptable. Nearly an unsolvable anagram” you said, looking at the now so interesting books in that shelve just infront of you two.

“You know, you too are an unsolvable anagram”he murmured, making his voice sound even lower. You turned to meet his eyes already looking so focused in yours.

“What are you saying?”

“Yn, deluded, have you eyes in your face? What were them all this time?”

“What?”all that shit that he wassaying was the real unsolvable thing here “What are you saying?”

“I thought you already saw me everytime I loose my eyes on you. While you are concentrated, that serious but humorous expression of yours… your face when you laugh,, talk, do nearly whatever” he lightly laughed, and it was the cutest thing your eys were graced with “fuck, i’m nearly obseseed with you, and you didn’t noticed? I was worried for nothing…”he looked away while saying this.

“So… live me a second… you just said you thought I switched classes because I thought you were a creep?” you turned seating again, while looking at him surprised.

He buried his head in his hand, frustrated, breathing heavily “yeah”

“Oh, shit!” now the one laughing lightly was you “Fuck, so…”

“Yeah” you two laughed.

He also turned completely to you, making less space between you two.

“What a pair of idiots” he said.

“Yeah. So smart called and all, but..:”

“Kinda” he smiled widely.

“So…” at that point your bodies were that near you could breath his own.

You tried to say so, but he just smiled, again, nodding “yeah”.

Even if your glance was nervous and changing before, now, your eyes were trapped into his. And you knew it at that moment. You didn’t need words.

You took air before doing what you’ve been doing in your dreams in that last lonely nights.

When your nose touched his, you two felt that explosive electriveness even in your gut. Nuzzling it in his face, your mouth wanted to reach already his leaps, but he asked first.

“Could I kiss you?” that was adorable from him, and you could just nod lightly, already exploring the last space between you and him.

The touch of his lips was just like heaven, soft and tender, not even rough. It was a slow kiss, as you could hear every romantic song you knew playing up in your head.

But something was wrong in that head of yours, you parted the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.. It’s…”you couldn’t say it, it was too painful as your stupid heart was still downing you into that heaven-like kiss.

“Inapropiate, yeah, I know. I obviously know, Yn. That’s why I didn’t tell you. And I wouldn’t if you didn’t… God” he layed against the shelves, at it looked that good that you had to look away “I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it! And what did I do? Follow it up!God, i’m the most irresponsible teacher ever” it was shown he was feeling so bad about it.

And who could not? You were like that form the start, god, you were like that since you had fallen for him. But Erwin? All the pressure was on him. The older, the professor. The professor kissed his student. It never came the other way around. It was clear abuse of power and you couldn't do nothing about it, even if you wanted. It was just like that. No exceptions.

But you loved him. So you talkedyour voice out loud.

“Hey, hey” you called, taking in between your hands his sloping shoulders “It’s not your fault. You wouldn’t have done anything if I didn’t say that to you. It’s not your fault… Not at all”

The way he looked at you with that thanking puppy eyes made your heart melt. In a mere second, you thought of a life together with him. A nice apartment, maybe a dog, a huge warm bed, a boring routine that wasn’t boring at all as you two made it work… That thought caused you fear. Fear of never can change that if it started. You got back in your movements, getting your arms far from his figure.

He noticed in a second and changed the expression to one of worry “Sorry, i’m doing it again! Fuck…”

When you two separated a bit, you already felt longing for the warmth of his body next to yours. You sign, out of yourself, asking him “I need to know… If we weren’t professor and student… would you…?”

He took a moment “Have you seen yourself? You are perfect, obviously I would”

That made you smile “I’m not as perfect as you think”

“No, I know that. But I love the way you try everyday to be perfect while not been so. That’s the most act of power a human could do. And that’s what made me fall for you”hee confessed, looking without any hesitation at you.

You didn’t need more, you thought, to let the destiny decide for you two. But for now, you wanted to decide yourself.

Getting closer to Erwin, you surrounded his neck with your arms, letting them rest on his shoulders, feeling protected there, not caring about anything else, not even about the situation with your professor you were in. It was just you and him. No titles. No rules unless the ones you two set up with your bodies. And the possessive kiss that involved you both.

That made you feel so much more than you thought a simple lips contact could make you feel. Pressure in your lungs, tensing muscles everywhere, search for more with your own mouth, just eating his out.

He seemed to feel the same fast blood running his veins, as his glance at you while resting both heads together was one of full tiredness of waiting for that moment and the plenitude of knowing that he could sleep well this night, that tomorrow you will be by his side.

“Just for you to know” he said then.

“These stupid blue eyes are yours. Now, and forever”

Even if he could loose his job, even if your stinky life would be known in your name, that didn’t matter. It only mattered the incompressible way you two felt for each other that could break any of that taboos shit.

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The Reward | Erwin Smith College AU

18+ Content | Minors DNI

Summary: You are a senior who attends a local college and are one of the top students in professor Erwin Smith's class. You've been given your exam back, with a considerate note.

Featured: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman (mentioned)

Word Count: 6.5k

Chapter Contents: female reader, consenting adult professor/student relationship, smut, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), fingering, deep penetration, breeding kink, spanking, dry humping, authority kink, possible future together, fluff, mutual pining

Disclaimer/ Author's Note: This upcoming scenario involves a college setting with both parties being adults. We wanted something for junior or senior college students (those who have graduated high school and are 21-22 years or older) to relate to. We do NOT condone pedophilia or minors willingly having sex with teachers or adults, grooming, and so on. Once again, this is strictly a college setting with both parties being adults. Please do not misconstrue or feel that there are nefarious intentions. Thank you very much and we hope you enjoy!

Co-written with my talented friend and fellow Erwin simp: @rosethorns10

Turning to face his students, he says, "Miss (y/n) excelled on this unit's essay. May the rest of you follow her example." She looks down and sees the discreet note next to her grade.

Please meet with me in my office after class for a discussion.

Upon arriving at his office, his door is cracked slightly open.

You knock as etiquette, him calling for you to come in.

"Ah, I see you've read my note. Please, have a seat."

A moment of silence follows.

"So, I've been meaning to congratulate you on your high scores. In all my years of teaching, I haven't had a student as ambitious and hard-working as you."

He places his hand on the desk, nearly touching yours.

"That's admirable." He gives a warm smile.

He starts again, "You know, excuse me for this may come off as forward, but, I'd like for you to stop by and have dinner at my place. Of course, this will stay between us, I'll cook. That is, if you feel comfortable. I want to reward you for your hard work. Bring family or friends if you insist."

You've been wanting this for a while if you were being completely honest with yourself. Has he been thinking about this too? After some consideration, the two of you set the schedule for a Friday night.

He has given you the address, not familiarizing yourself with the zip code, finding yourself in a middle-upper class neighborhood near the college.

The house presents itself to you, a quaint one on the corner. There are trees at the front and a few small lanterns illuminating the driveway. Only one car, and you recognize it with the college decal. In case things go south, you back your car up the driveway and stop a foot away from his car. Taking a deep breath you attempt to relax, turning your car off, nerves settling in. Stepping out of the car and locking it, you smell what he's cooking. You can't tell what it is, and your stomach growls loudly.

Bringing yourself to the doorway, you can't help but notice the potted plants within the porch area. Snake plants, peace lilies, and a few more you don't recognize. You ring the doorbell and knock, nervously waiting for him to approach.

As you wait anticipating what is to come of tonight, you wonder if someone from the college will see you, so you turn around and watch the road. The door opens behind you, cool air and the smell of dinner rush out and hits your nape. You quickly turn back around, and he's standing there in the doorway. A towel hanging over his shoulder, he's wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and loafers. You feel breathless; you've never seen him look so informal. His hair's as neat as ever, and he says, "Good evening, would you like to come in?"

Shyly, you reply, "Good evening, Professor, and thank you." He lets you enter his house, and you look around. Unlike his minimalistic office, the house actually feels like a home. You thought he was only someone who enjoyed books, but cooking? Plants? You'd never expected him to be so...cultured like this. Not wanting to make the floors dirty, you remove your shoes and put them near the door. Seeing he has caught you off guard, he wants to make you feel comfortable. He says, "Welcome to my humble abode. Come on. Dinner's almost ready."

As if he were able to read your mind, he nodded his head to an area by the door as you look at him with your belongings in hand. Placing them there, you proceed to ask him where the bathroom is to wash your hands briefly. Coming back out, he's setting the last of the food on the dining table.

"Please, allow me," he pulls an antique-looking chair for you.

The table was wooden but polished. He was a man of interior design to some degree, he had to have been. Each color of every visible room to your curious eyes agrees with each other. One who set foot in here could tell he put thought and consideration into his home. Attractive.

"Thank you." You respond shyly.

He sits opposite of you. To say the meal looked and smelled delicious would be an understatement. The meats cooked to perfection and the sides presented to effortlessly.

"Well, I am glad you could make it, I was really looking forward to this. Enjoying a dinner with you."

There goes that warm smile again, and your heart feels as if it were fluttering. Your stomach too.

"So was I, and thank you for inviting me once again! Wow, the food looks amazing! And, your house is beautiful," you say all at once as you pick up the silverware.

A smirk appears on his face, and then you stop as you become embarrassed. He has never heard you make such an outburst like that, for you were always so meticulous and serious in his class. You look down at the food, your hands somewhat shaking from the adrenaline and your heart racing.

You hear him chuckling, and then he says, "Well, thank you for the compliments. Since you did the very best out of everyone, including the upperclassmen, I thought you should have an excellent dinner."

You look up at him and find yourself shocked. He looked younger like this, carefree even. He's not the intimidating teacher whose units were the bane of some of the students' existence. He's simply someone who actually gives a damn.

"Please, if you would, just call me Erwin. We're not on campus, so let there be no formalities between us," he invites, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, yes, of course! Erwin" his name rolled out your mouth so naturally. Like it was meant to be said by you. It must have affected him too as you saw him shift in his seat a little.

Were you supposed to see that?

Some moments go by. It's a comfortable silence except for the clanking of the silverware against the plate.

Your voice interjects, "Erwin, this dish is amazing! Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"My father. He was a man of many talents. He's what got me into the field of teaching, it's why I'm so passionate during lectures." He takes another bite, after his eyes locking with yours.

"(Y/n), I hope that you're finding everything alright. I want you to know [that] you can stay as long as you please. Your company is much appreciated, no rush," he smiles again.

It wasn't the same smile he'd shoot you on campus. No. This one felt more endearing. The way he was looking into your eyes; your mind, body and soul.

"Yes...of course," you manage to barely muster out, as your breath was literally taken from you as you noticed how gorgeous his blue eyes were up close--the light sprinkle of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the softness of his plus lips. Those lips that spoke so intelligently.

The softness of his neat hair that was now slightly tousled. He looked so at ease and at peace in this very moment, and you wondered if you contributed to any of that feeling.

You feel his foot brush against yours under the table. He pulls back, him feeling it may have been a mistake, but to his reassurance, you place your foot atop of his, massaging it slightly.

He chuckles, and you give him a shy smile and continue eating. Seeing you are now relaxed, he allows you to continue.

"I never asked you what you'd like to drink. What would you like?" he inquires, and you think for a moment.

Would it be overstepping if you had asked him for wine? Wine would compliment everything.

You decide to be bold.

"If it's not too much to ask, do you have any wine?" you ask, and he replies, "Of course I do, and it's not too much to ask." He stands up and quickly goes to the kitchen, his body somewhat turned away from you.

Was he...hiding something? Did something happen to him? Was he hurting? What hap-

You look at the kitchen's doorway and wonder if he was hiding something.

What have you done? He was walking just fine a few minutes ago...wasn't he?

He comes back with the bottle of wine and two glasses, and you ask, "Are you all right? Is something wrong?"

Going to your side and putting a glass just beyond the placemat, he replies, "I'm quite all right. Thank you."

Breaking the seal of the bottle, he opens it in front of you so that he could seem the perfect gentleman. He doesn't want you to be alarmed or think he's taking advantage of you. A student in his house...many things could go wrong. He pours a little bit into your glass, and you swirl it around before smelling it. You take a small sip, and it's to your liking.

"How is it?" he asks, and you reply, "It's good."

Your exposed neck is driving him crazy as he stands just off to the side behind you. He finds himself being slowly aroused by it, and you turn your head ever so slightly.

He's not moving, and so you ask, "Erwin?"

"Hmmm?" he manages to respond, and you sweep your hair to one side and say, "You know, if you'd like to, just ask."

After a moment of whether he should be truthful or turn you down, he begins, "I don't want you thinking I invited you here and expected you to- "

"You're too disciplined and very much a gentleman; however, you're hiding your erection from me. Please know I'm actually quite comfortable now," you softly coax, surprising him that you had caught onto his behavior so quickly.

He sighs, "(Y/N)..."

He fills your glass halfway and puts the bottle down, and you take a nice, long sip. He kisses your cheek and then moves his way down to your neck, and your head lolls to one side as you sigh.

"I must confess I enjoy you being in my class. You've become, undeniably, my favorite student since you're meticulous and come prepared," he whispers in your ear before turning your chin so that you could look at him.

He looks so sweet...and kind. He had always been so...alluring when lecturing in...

He stops what he's doing and begins to pull away. Quickly, he says, "I apologize. I've gone too far."

You grab his wrist gently and look up at him, "no, it's okay. I want this. I've been wanting this. I've been wanting you, Erwin." Your hand slowly trails up his forearm and-

Goodness his bicep is firm.

He watches you admire his hard work.

Is there anything this man doesn't do?

"You're my favorite professor," you kiss his arm seductively,

"and all those moments when your eyes would linger on me, and when you'd turn your back I'd linger back"

He chuckles.

"And I've felt them, your eyes looking at more than just the board"

He was at ease again.

You blush and look down. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

He noticed. I thought he wouldn't notice much since I don't talk often.

She doesn't socialize with many people at school. Is she lonely? She smells so good...her shampoo...she switched it up this time.

Realizing there's a comfortable silence between you both, you say, "Well, it's not everyday you have a very handsome professor. I thought you wouldn't notice."

He murmurs, "Of course I would. I've noticed that you don't socialize much. May I ask why?"

For a moment you gather your thoughts.

"I've always been one to go to class for strictly the lecture, take my notes, and leave. I suppose I could start participating more in class discussions I just don't know how to bring myself to do so," you answer honestly.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, sending shivers of delight through you. Your lower region pulsing beyond your control.

He whispers against your ear, "that's alright, I could help you come out of your shell, with time of course. Small acheivements. I am already so fond of all your hard work." He kisses your ear taking a bit of it between his warm lips.

Against your attempt to hold it back, a whimper escapes your parted lips followed by a soft moan.

He hums against you, savoring this delicate moment. So many days of lectures he'd think about you. How beautiful you looked when being so focused in class. How you trusted him at this very moment and wanted him too. How some days he'd look forward to the class you were in just to see your face.

You turn your face to the side he is at and kiss him. He sighs into it, his grip around you feeling so strong and safe, like this is where you were meant to be. Taking initiative you lick his lower lip asking for entrance, and he opens so wantingly for you. He tastes the wine he just poured you, earning an audible moan from him. He is entranced by you, and you by him.

Your hand reaches his waist, tugging at the hem of his shirt to come down. He gets down on one knee beside you, pulling you to sit on his lifted thigh. Legs on either side of his thigh, you find yourself in the closest proximity you've ever been with him.

"Erwin," you say softly, holding his face. He calls your name, just as softly, wrapping a strong arm across your lower back pulling you into him, resulting in you grinding into his thigh.

Fuck.

You gasp at the sudden friction, unable to control yourself. You thrust forward again.

He brings his lips to yours, saying against them, "keep doing that, you'll end up making me a mess."

"Maybe, that's what I really want. To see you such a mess. You've always been so neat and put together..." you find yourself whispering before briefly kissing his lips.

His other hand makes its way under your shirt, and you groan and keep thrusting. Seeing his neck wants some attention, you kiss it and begin sucking.

Unable to control himself any longer, he picks you up. Since you want this - he knew that once you started on something, you'd complete it thoroughly until nothing was left of it - he takes his time taking you down the hallway. To feel your body against his, to feel your heat, he had dreamed of this moment. To take you to his room is, to him, surreal. As for you, you don't care where you're going. As long as you're with him, everything makes perfect sense. His cock poking you, your wetness about to seep through your pants, you groan as he opens a door.

The room is dark, and he knows where to put you down. He doesn't care for the lights; at this point, they're unnecessary. Instead of immediately stripping, he wants to take his time with you. Maybe, he could miss the lecture in the morning for once.

He runs his hands under your shirt and removes it, and the moonlight entering the room makes you mesmerized by him looming over you.

Looking down at you, he murmurs, "How beautiful you look."

"Mm thank you[,]" you say hazily. You appreciated the lights remained off as you were shy about your body in his presence, though, you were sure he found you beautiful regardless. His eyes were still so bright in the dimness of the moonlight.

If only this moment alone could last forever.

His hands pulled over your shirt, coming back down to graze under your back--and they seared against your skin, nipples hardening under your bra. Your back arched into him and you pulled him down to kiss him again, passionately.

Through heated kisses[,] you hear him profess your name softly again and again. The sound of the both of your tongues uniting and dancing together alone was harmonious to both of your ears, so sensual. You plant open and hot wet kisses down his neck, placing the heels of your foot into his back, pulling his body down into you. His dick massaging into your dampness, making him pant and roll his hips into in neediness.

His breath is hot into your ear, deep and wanting moans from his grinding into you making you beyond wet. This alone, the two of you swore would cause you to climax on its own, as you both have been wanting this for so long.

He lifts up to take his shirt off, coming back down for skin to skin contact. He melts into [the] softness of your torso, and you relish the firmness of his. Your warm bodies melting so good against the other.

He starts kissing down to peel your bra off with a delicateness he displayed all throughout tonight, even in class.

"Beautiful[,]" he says softly.

He takes you in again for a moment, moonlight accenting your shape. The roundness of your breasts, breasts he wanted in his mouth so badly. In a swift movement[,] he takes both of them in his large hands, fondling and massaging them all while pressing his cock into you again. Coming down he takes a bud into his mouth, swirling slow hot circles around each one. Giving each one the attention they deserve.

It's what you deserve.

He continues kissing downward, your back arching more.

Reaching the hemline of your pants, he unbuttons them and pulls them down. His muscles, accentuated by the moonlight, stun you. His biceps now fully seen, his abs, his chest, the trail leading down his pants...your eyes trail down to his erection, and you find yourself licking your lips and wanting it inside of your mouth. It's making your mouth water, and he loops a single finger to raise your lace panties off your skin.

You find your hips lifting off the bed and obeying him, and he has a gentle, animalistic look in his eyes as takes the hem of your panties in his teeth and pulls them down your thighs. Once past your knees, he removes them with his hands and tosses them onto the floor. As he goes back up to you, he leaves kisses on your legs.

His warm breath sends shivers throughout your body, and then he whispers, "Spread your legs, darling. I want to know what you taste like."

Knowing that his cock was probably hurting to be released or that his pants were about to tear, you murmur, "wait."

He stops and looks at you, and you sit up and reach for his pants. Putting a hand on your nape, he kisses your lips as your fingers unbutton his pants. He groans, for only a small portion of the tension has been released.

You whisper, "I want it, Erwin...I want to see it."

Finding himself obeying you, he removes his pants and boxers. Your eyes land on it, and you find yourself craving it and in awe. It was larger than you thought, his balls hanging as if he had never done this before. Or, has he...? He groans, "There." You touch the head, making him groan again and his cock twitch. Then, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at him. He seems larger than life, and he's wanting to know what you plan to do next.

You lick the head and kiss it, and his head goes back as his eyes close. Slightly surprised that only those small gestures could already do so much, a mischievous smile appears on your face as you continue. Having heard from your roommate's conversation with her friends about where to touch a cock, you keep what she said in your mind and start planting kisses.

He finds himself breathless, the sensations messing with his mind. The worry about the food is now in the back of his mind, and he looks down at you.

Seeing you weren't used to this type-of-thing, he wonders, "Wherever did you learn this? I always took you as - " He groans; you've taken his head in your mouth and are sucking.

He gasps, "Fuck."

Looking up at him, you take your mouth off his cock and smile mischievously. You've never heard him say something so vulgar, and he traces his finger on your bottom lip and asks, "Now, where did you learn that? I thought you were such a good girl."

You lick your lips and murmur, "Nowhere."

"Well...open your mouth...please."

You eagerly open your mouth, and he fills your mouth with his cock as a groan escapes his lips. He holds the back of your head and thrusts, making you muffle with excitement and even more horny. You're now on your knees at the foot of his bed, and he's standing. He looks down at you and smirks. How he had dreamed to see you like this. So submissive, so willing...and so surprising. His cock reaching the back of your throat, he mutters, "Fuck, you feel good."

Hearing him so seductive is music to your ears, and you begin fondling his balls and using your tongue. You want him to come undone; however, being a novice you didn't know what else to do.

Your lips wrap back around his thick head, relaxing your throat to allow his girth more entry.

"Fuck...fuck" he repeatedly moans off more as he cannot find other words in being in so much pleasure. Grabbing ahold of your hair and caressing it through his hands as he did not know what else to do with them.

You take your hands around him, going full force, the squelching sounds from your throat filling the air, making you clench and release around nothing, wetness traveling down your thighs from being so turned on.

You take him out of your mouth, saliva coating his delicious cock.

Teasingly slapping his head against your lips, looking up at him with a devilish glint in your eyes, you say, "who would have thought the professor would get sucked off by his good and quiet student?"

He growls and thrusts abruptly up into your hand in response, losing what was left of his composure.

"Who would have known you're good at papers and being so naughty?" He huskily responds back.

"Come up, I can't take it anymore."

He lifts your body with ease, throwing you onto the bed gently onto your back, immediately pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. His cock bobbed at how glistening your pussy was in the moonlight. He needed to taste you now.

He brought his mouth to your inner thigh, wetly kissing to your awaiting throbbing mess.

"Erwin, yes..." you buck your hips toward his head, as you cannot wait any longer. He takes your legs over his shoulders and delves in, kissing your clit first, following by opening his mouth around it and suckling it gently with a long and deep drawn out moan.

He gives loving licks into your slit and around your throbbing bulb, occasional slurps as you tasted so fucking good to him.

Before you knew it, you feel one of his thick fingers enter inside you as he surrounds your clit again.

It was too much, you'd cum almost insantly. His thick muscle played with you so well, he tasting every bit of wetness that seeped out of you. All you could manage to do was let out the prettiest moans, run your hands through his blonde loc[k]s, and roll your body into his face.

This moment was too good to ever forget. He became the center of your world in this very instant.

Putting another finger into you, he looks up at you and sees your expression of ecstasy and delight. To tease you like this, to play with you like this...

"How beautiful," he murmurs before feeling your walls tighten.

Your moans filling the room, your body nearly loses control of itself. He wants you to finish, but he knows you might not want to just yet. You weren't one to finish quickly anyways. You enjoyed taking your time in class, so why rush now? Why make you finish before he does?

Raising his head, he murmurs, "I want you, my dear, to move up the bed. I can't take it any longer. Let me have you, please. I want you."

You've never heard him beg. He's not one to beg. He's one to give orders. He doesn't beg. But, he's no longer Professor Erwin Smith. He's your Erwin. Breathlessly, you smile at him and do as he requested. He follows you, and the moonlight gives him the mystique once more as he looms over you. He looks for any deviation in your feelings at the moment, and you do the same.

Does he really want to do this...with me?

You think as he brushes a few strands of hair away from his face.

His face is no longer the one you know from school; it's one of someone who you may love more than life. Your face has changed for him; no longer are you the mysterious student in his class who does so well. You're his.

He kisses your lips and positions himself between your legs, and you bring him down so that you could kiss him again. He moans into your mouth, your tongues dancing as his cock probes you. You reach between your legs and stroke him, making him groan and want you more than ever. Kissing your forehead, he murmurs, "Sweetheart...fuck..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushes his cock into you slowly. He doesn't want to break you. A loud moan leaves his lips, and your back arches as you struggle to breathe and make sense of anything.

As he makes it to his base, he stays there for a moment and holds you. He knows you need time to adjust to his size, and he murmurs, "When when you're ready, tell me."

You struggle to talk: pain, pleasure, sensitivity, emotions, everything's hitting you all at once. You wonder if you'll be able to take it. Will you chicken out, or will you be able to handle it all?

You look up at him, and he gently inquires, "Are you all right?"

You nodded; for fuck's sake, you've wanted this for the longest time. Make it a night you won't regret.

You do love him, don't you? Hell, you lust for him already, but this, this is much more than that.

You whisper, "Ready."

"Are you sure? Take all the time you need, sweetheart," he whispers as he kisses your forehead.

Moving your hips, you say, "I'm absolutely sure."

He begins to move, and the pain eventually goes away. It's like everything's right in the world, and everything's in its proper place. His grunts become more frequent as his thrusts become deeper, and his arms somehow find their way to hold you close to him. His moans replace his grunts, and your moans take their place next to his as they echo the room.

He kisses you every so often to make sure you feel special. You're not a dream or fantasy any longer. You're here with him, and he wants you to stay. He wants to try something now, and it's just a fleeting thought. He stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. He wants to bury himself deeper so that you could feel all of him.

Finding your voice, you ask, "What are you doing?"

He answers your question by burying himself deeper and pushing past your cervix, and you cry, "Erwin!"

He looks down at you, his bright eyes now seeming dark, and murmurs, "You're so warm..." As he moves, you can't breathe. He's thrusting deeper, his moans returning to grunts, his pleasure mushrooming in his body as he doesn't give you time to react. His body now on overdrive, he can't think straight.

He kisses you, allowing your breath to come back, and slows his pace.

He whispers, "I'm trying to...fuck, I'm trying to control myself. Did I hurt you?" You shake your head, your body reeling from what just happened.

He can do that? He's capable of that?

He kisses you again, his neatly styled hair now a tousled mess. Wondering what would happen if you messed with his hair some more, you grab the hair at the back of his head and pull down.

Filled with pleasure, he immediately thrusts and groans, "Don't do that. I might not be able to control myself again if you - "

You pull on his hair again, and his back arches as he thrusts into you again.

"You...st-" he can't finish what he's saying. What you're doing is too good. You feel his cock twitching as it waits impatiently for him to begin again, and you wondered what'd he do if-

Maybe, it'll just work.

Pulling the most seductive voice you could muster, you lower your tone and murmur, "Erwin, I want you to fuck me senseless. Destroy me...please..."

You lick your lips and, giving him a side glance, finish, "Teacher."

Something snaps within Erwin, and the fire and passion inside of him consumes whatever self-control he has left. He begins to thrust harder, faster, deeper. His bed shaking, the headboard thumping against the wall, he wants to hear you cry his name. He wants you to cry out. He wants the neighbors to hear how he's now claiming you as his.

You're doing what he wants you to do. Your moans become cries of passion and ecstasy, and your body's in his control. Bringing your arms up to your head, he holds your wrist down with one strong hand and wraps his arm around your waist. He isn't going to let you get away. Not that you could or would in the first place.

Panting and groaning, he orders, "Scream my name, love."

"Erwin!" you cry out, his cock nearly splitting you apart as he thrusts deeper.

Is it supposed to be this deep?

He groans, "Are you now mine?"

Is that a trick question, or...

"Fuck. I'm yours," you manage to say, your pleasure overriding your thoughts.

"Keep screaming it. Scream it so the neighbors hear. You're fucking mine," he finds himself saying, and you obey.

Usually, he could keep the cursing to a minimum, especially around a lady, especially around a student. But you.You. You've finally found how to break his composure and turn him into a beast who doesn't care for decency.

The phone begins to ring in the kitchen where he had left it.

Stopping, he mutters as you gasp for air, "Awww, for the love of shit. They can fucking wait until we're fucking done, and that's the end of it."

Your walls are now twitching around his cock, and you've soaked his sheets.

"Now." he smacks your ass, making you mewl.

"Awww, what was that? That was adorable." He fixes himself to you again.

"Now, where were we? Oh..." He starts up the pace again, the ringing seeming like an eternity to finish.

Your cries start up, and his grunts fill the room as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

"Teacher...how naughty you've become," he growls as he has let it finally sink in.

"Keep crying my name, my love. Tell everyone how you're now mine."

His hand holding down your wrists still, your back arches as you feel ecstasy.

How many times has that been now?

The wet sounds filling the room, his balls soaked with your cum, his cock coated with your passion, he wonders if you'll be able to walk in the morning and attend your courses. He groans as you tighten up around him, and you've completely lost yourself in his arms, his bed, his scent.

What was his scent again?

You gasp, "Erwin... Damn it. I just."

"Where do you want me to finish?" he finds himself asking.

Surely, not inside you. If you get pregnant, then you might not be able to finish the way you want.

On your stomach? In your pretty mouth? On your breasts?

"...me" he hears you say, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him slow his pace down.

"Where?" he groans, and you gasp,

"Inside me."

Knowing he can't turn you down, not now, he nearly panics. "Are you absolutely sure? I don't - "

His grip on your wrists has loosened, and you break one free and put your hand on his nape.

Mesmerized by what you're now doing, he murmurs, "Your courses, your future, your career... I don't want to take them all away from you. You have so much promise, so much potential to change things for the better."

Touched by his words, you sigh, "I understand, but you wouldn't be taking them away from me. To be honest, I see you being part of my future. Sounds crazy, but it's true."

Kissing your lips, he's touched. His animalistic, lustful side is gone and has been replaced with love. A future with you, of all people. Someone who could perhaps match him one day in the variety of subjects he enjoys, someone who can finally challenge him instead of swooning or lusting after him.

Letting out a sigh as he pulls away, he lets go of the other wrist and simply holds you.

A gentle smile appears on his face, and he says, "As you wish."

He begins to thrust hard, the full length of his cock now inside you. Your moans fill the room, and his grunts soon follow suit. He kisses your forehead and puts it to yours, and you find yourself smiling.

Me. She wants me.

After a few thrusts, he groans loudly and trembles. Not used to making love, he nearly yells as all of his cum pours into you. Hearing him like that and feeling the pressure in your belly rise makes you come for the last time.

Panting, he groans, "Fuck sweetheart, I-" He can't talk; he's lightheaded.

His heart feels like it's about to burst in his chest, both from exerting himself like this and you being in his bed. Not pulling out for a minute or two, he decides to kiss your neck and leave his mark. No doubt your classmates will see it and ask who the lucky man is. They'll tease you, and you won't be able to respond that it's Professor Erwin Smith.

You're on sensory overload, your head lightheaded as you're now sweaty.

He chuckles, and you ask hoarsely, "What?"

"Would you like to finish dinner now?" he asks mischievously, and you both start laughing.

You were both so caught up in the moment and passion that you two didn't even finish dinner.

Pulling out, he lays down next to you. His chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon or swam a few miles, he looks at you and asks,

"How about this? We finish dinner here. I know it's not the dining room; however, I don't think you'd be able to walk."

"And you can?" you manage to ask.

He spanks you and sighs, "Honestly, I'm not sure I can. You, you're too damn good. I didn't know you were like that, so naughty and seductive. Now, wherever did you learn how to do that?"

Mischievously, you reply, "Beats me. I've heard things from my roommate and wanted to try them out."

He chuckles and slowly gets up, and you curl up on your side.

He says, "Give me a moment."

You nod. He goes into the bathroom. Your heart's pounding against your chest, your hair now a mess, you smile to yourself. After a few minutes, he comes back out to find his pants and boxers at the end of the bed. Removing his boxers and putting them on, he tosses his pants into the hamper.

"If you'd like, you may stay the night," he offers, his gentlemanly behavior now back into full swing.

"Would you want me to?" you ask softly.

He turns to you and replies, "I'd like that; however, the choice is yours. It also depends if you're going to attend your courses in the morning."

Remembering you have Ackerman's lecture bright and early at 8:00, you groan, "If I don't go to Ackerman's class, then he'll kill me. He's brutal when it comes to absences."

"Oh? You have Levi's morning lecture?" he asks as he sits on the bed, his legs still shaky.

You nod, and he says with a smirk, "Well, in that case, stay here for the evening and miss his lecture. I'll request that he excuses you."

"I...wait, you can do that?" you inquire hopefully, and he brushes the hair out of your face and says,

"I can, and he won't ask for an explanation when it comes to me. Now, allow me to get the food before it gets cold." He leaves the room, and you sigh as you hear him in the dining room.

He comes back in with the plates and then goes back for the dishes, and you've found your clothes. As you put only your shirt and panties on, he goes back for the wine glasses that started this entirely wonderful mess and puts them on the nightstand.

Joining you, he looks at his phone and chuckles.

"What?" you ask curiously. He responds, "It was Levi. I'll call him now."

He calls him, and you begin eating.

"Levi. Yes. Sorry, I was occupied. Grading, of course," he says as he smirks at you.

Hearing Ackerman's tone, you know he's annoyed. He had that tone when he did his weekly reprimand regarding slacking in his class, and he'd omit you and a few from it. Still, it sends shivers down your spine.

Then, Erwin says, "If you would, please excuse (y/n) from your lecture in the morning.

An excuse?

"She's heavily intoxicated, and I'm looking after her. I'm afraid she'll have quite the hangover. Yes. I'll have it sent. Thank you, and have a good evening."

He hangs up, and you tease, "I thought you said he doesn't ask you for an excuse."

"It's so the school doesn't start an interrogation. Now, do you have any other courses?" he inquires before filling his glass with wine and taking a sip.

You smile and shake your head.

"Oh? Well, good. That means I get to spend more time with you."

"Don't you have a lecture in the afternoon?" you ask curiously, for your memory isn't the greatest at the moment.

Thinking for a moment, he said, "Well...I do. 4:00. After that, I'm free. If you're up for it, come on by the office."

"The office?" you reply softly.

Kissing your cheek and says, "Yes. I think we'll need to conduct some research or get into a debate. How does that sound?"

Licking your lips, you murmur, "I'd like that very much."

Smirking, he gently says, "So will I."

#erwin smith #professor erwin smith #college au #erwin smith x y/n #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman #aot #smut #erwin smith smut #aot smut

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agusrkive · 2 months

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Professor Levi pt. 2

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You finally let out the breath you were holding once you came out of the door of his office, but your heart was still racing. what the fuck was that?

before you knew it, your feet were already taking you to the nearest bathroom as you try to recall what happened just minutes ago inside his office, with him, your oozing hot hotter than lava of a professor, fuckin Levi Daddy Ackerman.

“I said, do I make you nervous?” you hear your name being called. the words were there, the tone sounded like it was a question and you felt your ears tingling at the familiar raspiness of his voice. you could only look at the pair of gray irises in front of your face. He was talking to you and you were just staring at him, although the term ogling was more fitting.

when he realized that you weren’t in the state to answer all of his questions, he stood up and walked towards the window of his office with his back facing yours as he crossed his arms looking outside. you couldn’t see his face, but to your relief that was even better for the sight is enough to make any sane woman lose her senses. you take in the view in front of you, he wasn’t that tall, but he was built just in the right places. from the heel of his leather boots to the edge of that neat undercut that you imagine your hands running through way more than multiple times.

“you’re attracted to me.” it wasn’t a question.

“what?”

“I can see it. I’m not blind, you know?”

you lower your head down, mortified. there’s no point in denying it now, the revelation is clear. he knows how you feel about him, your obviousness and the not-so-secret ogling you have been doing to him have finally paid off, how great. there’s nothing really wrong with being attracted to your professor, right? almost every student goes through that phase, totally normal, not weird at all. it’s just that you are on the brink of failing his class, nothing serious.

“I’m offering you a deal.”

Levi turns around and your eyes lock making your breath caught in your throat. he is walking towards you, both hands inside the pocket of his pants. you suddenly feel so small with every stride he takes towards you, he’s getting closer and closer. not again

wait.. a deal? what is he talking about?

“I want you to write an essay.”

essay?? what the fuck!?

“im confused, sir. an essay about what?”

“a five thousand-word essay, no less— no more— I want you to write why you’re attracted to me, reasons and all that, I don’t care. convince me and I’ll let you pass this subject.”

there’s a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher and hearing him repeat your attraction towards him from his own mouth is causing your stomach to flip. is he actually serious about this?

“b-but-“

“no buts, I just made you a deal. do you want to pass or not?”

you bit your lip, a little annoyed and disappointed. well, what do you expect with the deal he’s going to offer? one night with him to pass? or perhaps a kiss for every A+ on your papers? but no, this man just asked you to write a five thousand-word essay about why you’re attracted to him. now, you’re kinda convinced by the rumors of your professor being a psychopath. nevertheless, you decided to take the offer and give him your answer.

“yes, sir.” right now, there’s nothing more important to you than to pass his class. it won't be that hard, right?

“that’s all. you may go.”

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kikarouflames · 4 months

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🌸Blossoming secret🌸

Professor! Levi x Reader(smut)

Tags: Smut, fingering(2 fingers is all he needs), blow job, student x professor relationship.

Lusting over your professor isn't appropriate, you know that, but it's been getting harder and harder to not look at his crotch. You wonder if he has a pretty cock, a man with such a beautiful face and sinfully delicious body, you don't doubt that his cock might as well be other-worldly. You are in the class daydreaming about having sex with your professor while he is right in front of you explaining a concept that is crucial for the exams. This year you made sure to put extra effort to study and be as diligent as possible just go hear him praise you, coming up with all kinds of doubts to ask him about. Hearing professor Levi say your name with such proud makes your heart soar. You wonder if he will call you good when you suck his cock under the desk as well.

Suddenly you are pulled out of your fantasy by a the very subject of your desires, your professor calls your name and asks you to focus on the lecture. Your cheeks burn from embarrassment, it isn't the first time you have been caught like this but it still makes you feel bad for desiring your professor, he always says you are one of the best students and praises you for your good work on assignments, but a fear of rejection or disgust from him if he finds out is always present, the age difference and the current situation will be frowed on and it doesn't help that you are ready to do anything just to have a romantic relationship with your professor.

The lecture ends, you gets up to leave but you see the professor approaching you, you brace your heart and meet his gaze.

"I would like to talk to you later, meet me in my office after your classes ends" he says fixing his gray eyed stare at you

"Y-Yes sir" you say, but you can't help but admire how good he always looks, his perfect raven hairs, sharp jaw, model like features and the glasses that cover his beautiful siren gray eyes everything fuels the desire in your heart.

You both stare at each other, your longing makes all the fears silent, he breaks off the moment by awkwardly clearing his throat, he says,"Yeah, uh then I will see you there" with that he leaves, leaving you with so many questions, so many doubts none rooting from the point of academics but all from a blossoming romance, which will bud, no matter the circumstances.

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You reach his office, take in a deep breath and letting out a shaky exhale, something tells you something big is awaiting. You enter and stand there, when Levi notices you, he nods to permit your entry, "come here and sit down" he says. You do that, too nervous to do or say anything else.

He continues, " your grades have been good but there have been a significant lack of active participation in class. Is something bothering you? I have been noticing you almost never paying attention. You can tell me , if it is something I can help with."

Your eyes are fixed on your lap, your fingers constantly fidgeting. The actual reason is something you obviously can't tell him so you say, "I am really sorry sir, it's nothing I just haven't been getting enough sleep."

"Is that so? Well yeah students tend to have messed up sleep schedule, I understood" he gets up suddenly rounding his desk and leaning up close to you, " but is that really all, I would like to help you if I can" his eyes reflecting true concern. You gulp, you have no idea if you're even breathing at this point, your eyes drop to his soft lips for a instant then you suddenly avert and look away saying," I don't think there is much you can do to help, sir" you cheeks are redder than cherries.

He sigh and takes your chin between his inder finger and thump , your eyes grow wide, he gently lifts your face to make you to meet his gaze, his eyebrows knitted together and his gray eyes are determined, he whispers with that deep voice of his "hmm you think I don't notice how you look at me?" Your mouth falls and then shuts up, you stutter " I-I um" words fail you, you have been caught.

He makes sure you keep your gaze at him, his grays softens,"Well, looks like I can help after all" He smirks. You can't think it's like you are dreaming. "Sir, what do you mean?" You ask nervously, the hope sparks.

He quirks his brow and puts one hand on the arm of the chair you're sitting in, pulling you in and leaning in to whisper in your ears, his voice so soft yet deep ,"Miss, you're not the only distracted one here". Your eyes blow so wide, they can almost pop out. You can't help but say, "What-t?? Really, I mean- fuck". He pulls away a little, scoffs and say," language Miss," he says and cups your cheeks, his eyes grows concerned again he asks ," Is it okay?" you both look at each other, lost in love filled haze, you say with a voice full of need, "yes, please, Sir" with that the lips locks with each other, love blooms in its full glory, nothing can stop this course of event.

He picks you up, you grab his shirt collar, kissing with passion that can burn all the facts and logic, he sits down on his chair with you on his lap. He breaks the kiss, pants and asks," Are you sure you want this?"

"Sir, I have waited for so long, I can't wait another second" you say and continue to kiss down on his jaw and throat, just about to give him cherry marks. He puts his hand in your hairs and pulls you off his neck and commands," No marks" you back off, God his voice makes you so wet, you can feel his erection poking your crotch. You roll you hips daring," Yes sir, what else should I do?"

He groans and let's his hands cup your ass as he rolls his hips back to rubs against your soaking wet jeans covered folds, you moan sofly. His glasses are askew, you let your hands tangle in his hairs feeling the softness and silky quality of them. "Sir, I want to d-do it, please" you say wantonly. He gives a amused smirk ," since you have been such a good girl, I will reward you" he slide your jeans off, and shoves his two fingers in your delicate folds, you moan. He takes his glasses off puts them on the side and says ," now we have to be quite, you don't wanna get caught"

You put you hand on your mouth and he continues to explore your insides, you can feel them go in and out, your muffled whimpers are getting him harder and harder he only looks at you and growls out, " Fuck, your insides are so hot". His pace grows making it harder to keep the noises. He stretches your folds and pushes it finger right at your sensitive spot, you squeak in pleasure, his fingers make you forget your own name, you moan as quite as possible and you can feel your pussy closing and sucking his fingers in, he looks at you in the eyes panting softly and you finally hit the peak and come on his hand, the nectar from your flower dripping down his hand and stains his pants. You fall on him, mind in lovelorn clouds.

He wipes his hands with tissue offer it to you to clean yourself and you do and roll your jeans back up. Then you notice his hard erection, you smirk, playfully cupping and rubbing it, " Sir, I think this needs some attention too" before he says something you kneel down and opens his pants, he tries to get you off but you insist. He agrees, his face adorned with red blush, looking at him from here he looks heavenly gorgeous, his hairs a mess and lips cheery red.

You finally take his cock out, and it is better than you imagined, all thick and big. It looks prettier than you imagined, you bury your nose to take in the musky scent and lick the head, looks at him seductively, he groans with obvious desire at the sight and you smile as you take it in. He throws his head back relishing in the feels. You suck him moving your head and moving your tongue around it, he tries to keep the noises in, his whimpers makes you wants to pulls more out of him, you give him a hard suck on the head as he tries to keep the moan. He closes in on the climax and you pull off and say," come in my mouth" his eyes blow wide and he asks, " are you sure" you say smiling, " yeah" as you take it in again, sucking the best way you know, his hands tangle in your hairs as he pulls you in and finally comes with a moan, you can feel it as you swallow it all, you whimper. You both stay in the office for a while after that.

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You both date each other in secret and meeting in his office becomes a part of your life, this secret that blossoms unknown to the world becomes a part of your life that you can't imagine living without anymore.

-> Professor Levi awakens something in me.

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134340am · 2 years

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“professor ackerman,” you start, resting your hip against his door frame.

levi doesn’t bother sparing you a glance, his red pen flying over his pile of unmarked essays. heavy, thick-rimmed glasses sit atop the bridge of his nose, casting a slight shadow under his eyes.

“what do you want?” he asks, straightforward as always, and you watch as he scribbles an angry comment in the margin—good luck to whoever that paper belongs to.

you don’t answer his question, instead letting your actions do the talking as you stroll into his room and set down your tray of tea. the base of your two porcelain cups glint against the warm light of his lamp, seemingly winking at you.

“you shouldn’t be straining your eyes this late, professor.” you wash out the cups with tea, being careful not to get any on levi’s expensive oak wood table.

“you shouldn’t be bothering me this late, professor,” he bites back, but not unkindly. out of the corner of your eye, you spot the way his red pen hovers over the paper, the dim light of the room highlighting the prominent veins on his hands that run up his forearm.

the muscle in his forearm flexes as he reaches over for the fresh cup of tea you’ve poured him, steel-grey eyes holding your gaze the entire time as he sips from the cup. you quirk an eyebrow while nestling your mug of tea in your hands, awaiting his response.

tick, tock.

the old grandfather’s clock in the corner ticks away rhythmically, a good distraction from the anxious thud of your heartbeat against your chest.

“well? thoughts?” you can’t help but blurt out when levi sets his cup down and turns back to his papers wordlessly.

you watch as he circles a phrase, then underlines another. the ink of his red pen runs smooth and vibrant against the foolscap, his writing neat and small.

“it’s not too sweet,” levi says simply, finally.

you smile, “thank you.”

he gestures for you to refill his cup when he drains his first one, the pile of unmarked essays thinning noticeably faster now. levi makes his way through three cups of tea before he speaks again.

“go to bed.”

“i will,” you promise. “i’ll wait till you’re done.”

“go to bed. now. don’t make me repeat myself.”

“i said i’ll wait for you.” you tilt your chin up at him defiantly and he glares back at you. “don’t make me repeat myself.”

levi holds your gaze, brow creased and mouth upturned in a frown. the staring contest lasts just about forever; the tea must have cooled now.

“fine,” he says at last, picking up his red pen once more. “but we’re not doing this again tomorrow.”

you smirk, “i’ll be the judge of that.”

#hehe i used a random au generator and got professor!au... so here's college professors levi and reader and some unexplained tensionnnNNnNnNn #i'm kinda rusty forgive me if this is kinda weird!!! also i didn't proofread this ahahah ahaha woooo #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #yuna writes

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smuttyfang · 8 months

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Teacher!Levi, You’re Under His Desk

"How bout a scenario involving the reader hiding under professor Levi's desk, waiting for him to arrive?"

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Were you really about to do this? I mean.. you were standing there at professor Levi’s desk ready to go underneath and wait for him. But you felt some pretty extreme hesitation.

‘What if he really doesn’t want me?’ He’s given you a lot of sultry looks and spends more time with you than his other students, that’s for certain. But what if that were just your imagination running wild when it shouldn't be?

You heard his voice outside of the door. A long sigh of his that you’d grown accustomed to as much as he did it.

You had no choice now. There wasn't really any way to back out at this point.

Crawling underneath his desk, you positioned yourself comfortably on your knees while you heard him fumbling with his keys. You heard the door creak open and then shut back again. His keys clanked against the door once more.

‘Did he lock the door back?’ As antisocial as ever. He never wanted anyone in the room until it was just time for class. You couldn't help but smile.

But a few times, he’s never minded letting you in before anyone else. If anyone asked, he claimed that you just needed help with the current topic in class. Even if you did nothing but sit there.

He has certainly never done that with anyone else. Not that you're aware of.

There was plenty of room underneath his desk for you to avoid his legs when he sat down in his chair and scooted forward. All you could see of him was his suit pants, his belt, and the bottom of his dress shirt and tie. You quieted yourself completely. No sounds could be heard besides the clock ticking away on the wall. Occasionally, Professor Levi would write something on a paper and then place it elsewhere, picking up another paper and doing the same.

“God.. dammit.” You heard his pen drop onto the desk and he let out a frustrated groan. You just happened to notice something.

He was getting hard.

His bulge was noticeable from that position, oh yes. But with his frustration it grew much larger.

He reached down and adjusted his belt, attempting to find a way to position his hardening cock into one more comfortable.

“That.. fucking girl.” He grumbled.

‘Does he mean.. me?’ You certainly hoped he meant you. You had paid close attention to him, and never noticed him gazing at anyone else the way he gazed at you.

You heard the sound of the door being unlocked again. Levi exhaled angrily though his nostrils.

“What, Erwin?” He asked.

“I don’t let everyone speak to me that way, you know. You’re lucky you’re a friend.” Erwin chuckled. “I just wanted to talk to you for a minute about..” You quickly zoned out of that boring conversation.

‘Now is my chance. He won’t let the principal know I’m under here.’ Reaching between his legs, you let your fingers touch and rub over his hardness. You felt it twitch, and his feet moved around anxiously. There was a small hitch in his voice momentarily, but it didn’t take him long to speak as if nothing was happening. Ignoring their conversation, you were fascinated with his size. It wasn’t too huge, but definitely wasn’t small. He seemed to be the perfect fit for you.

As easily and quietly as you could, you undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Reaching in, you grabbed a hold of it with your chilly hand. You felt him shiver, but his tone of voice never changed as he spoke to Erwin. He must have amazing control..

Adjusting yourself, you licked the tip of his cock before sliding the whole thing into your mouth as far as you could take it. Your hand covered the rest, moving up and down as your mouth did.

“That’s all, Levi. Thank you for your time.” Erwin always spoke so gently. You heard his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.

“Lock the door back.” Levi stated.

“I got it, I got it.” He shut the door and locked it with a small click.

Levi pushed his chair back, pulling entirely away from you. He looked down at you, with a look of adoration.

“Well, well..” You begin to crawl out from under his desk and stand up, but he stops you halfway. “No, no, no. You’re going to finish what you fucking started. Get back down there.” He swore a lot in class, usually from frustrating students. It often made the other students laugh. He held the back of your head lovingly, pushing you back down to your knees. You took him back into your mouth doing as you did before. He chuckled as he loosened his tie and pulled it off, throwing it onto his desk.

“Why do you think I got so hard so quickly? I knew you were there you horny little shit. Class will begin soon, I suggest you hurry."

AO3

#attack on titan #AOT #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #teacher x student #professor x student #scenario #fanfic #smut

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dreamingon-forever · 1 year

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Black Tea is Fine Ch.8

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44651227/chapters/113144785

Preview: Furlan and Isabel stood rooted in front of the stove, taking in the grossly comfortable interactions between the two work colleagues with a frown on their faces. "I take it back, they're perfectly made for each other." Furlan mumbled as Hange took another offered bit of toast from the man's plate, having already finished her own. Their own plates still left untouched as they watched the two unsuspecting individuals with intrigue from across the room.

11:47pm the light emitting from the screen of his phone read.

The gentle rustle of leaves on swaying tree branches surrounding them, and the occasional passing car driving down the street on a lazy Thursday night becoming welcoming atmospheric hums and background music for the two as they sat in silence at a random park they've wandered across.

A bitter wind blew at them, causing Levi to stifling a shiver as best as he could in an attempt to not shake awake the resting woman laying on his shoulder. His arm reaching over and unconsciously wrapping the black blazer tighter against her body to shield her from the bitter bursts of wind as she slept away unaware of the frosty winds or the man's mannerism.

"I'll borrow your shoulder for just five minutes..." She had told him as she rested her head on him a while back, a silent tear making its way down her cheek- her messy bangs obscuring her face and creating a barrier between her and the outside world. Her eyes glazed over as she looked down at the play sand beneath them in an attempt at hiding it from him- in what he guessed had been her feeble attempt at trying to keep the man from feeling uncomfortable knowing well he was not the best at comforting others.

But he noticed. He noticed every single one that had fallen during the night, each new one painfully more than the last. He was aware of them despite his silence on the matter.

Emotions were a foreign concept to him, and he'd always opted to turning away from them if possible. They were uncomfortable and only complicated things more than needed. He'd learned that the hard way with the way his mother had fallen ill after his father had left them when he was young enough to not remember his face at all, with the the way Kenny had abandoned him and his sick mother when Levi started to finally trust him and see him as a father figure, from the way he'd been constantly ostracized by his peers throughout his life for not having enough, with the way that the world seemed to turn a blind eye to those who suffered in their life but turned against them the moment they tried to survive, and specially with the way his mother distanced herself from him to keep him from seeing how much worse she was faring with life. He'd accumulated enough scars from his lifetime to know to keep his heart locked up, to be disconcerted and disconnected from others, and seeing things in an objective matter if he wanted to keep afloat in this shitty world. The one useful thing his shithead of an uncle had told him was that nothing came free in life- emotions being one of them, and that'd been his life motto ever since. He'd learned to turn off all emotions and any want to get personal with others because he knew that expectations only brought the pains of reality and disappointment. But seeing the eccentric woman who was always smiling and joyously parading with endless energy and radiating the essence of the word 'life' itself all of a sudden sullen and disheartened, it rendered him completely helpless as he stood unmoving at her side. Emotions be damned and all, but at least he wasn't a heartless monster. If anything, life had only made him more prone to a sympathetic life.

The night seemed to have taken a toll on her, and he just didn't have the heart to bring her back to reality just yet, seeing the peaceful look that had settled on her face. A much preferred and natural look on her face than the downcast one she wore earlier that evening. If all she needed was his shoulder for some comfort for just a while, who was he to deny it from her?

With a sigh, he rubbed at his tired eyes. Why was it the only night his body actually wanted to shut down at human like hours was tonight of all nights? In the middle of a random playground sitting on a swing set under the freezing February night chill, next to Hange of all people?

Only until midnight. Levi muttered to himself. He opted on giving her until midnight to rest... Only thirteen minutes. Although he'd been saying that since 40 minutes ago, with various time intervals of fifteen minutes that kept shifting over time. And before he'd known it, the brunette's initial five minutes had turned to 15, which turned to 30, and now here they were waiting on midnight. Well, she seemed to need the extra sleep anyways with the dark under eyes she sported on a daily basis and the endless amount of caffeine she constantly consumed to survive. Which according to Moblit, had to do with the constant research she did on the sidelines alongside other experts on the field. And she definitely seemed to need those shitty braincells of hers alive if she wanted to continue doing so without embarrassing herself in front of her smart assed peers. Or at least those were the reasons he tried to justify for letting the mess of a woman engage in elongated and extended amounts of physical contact with him.

Feeling the woman grumble in discomfort and shuffling around relentlessly, causing the swing set to shift unevenly beneath them, he turned to look at her from his peripheral. Noticing her glasses digging onto her hooked nose, he slowly took off the frames that were pressed up against her face and pocket them neatly in his dress shirt pocket, letting Hange rest more comfortably against him. A small content smile falling on her lips.

Where a line of drool was making its way down her chin and onto his shoulder. He let out a tired sigh, but otherwise let it be. He was too tired to actually care at this moment.

Feeling his eyes slowly droop into the unfamiliar realm of sleep, he exhaled in exasperation. Just 12 more minutes. 12 minutes more and he could shake awake the bespectacled woman who'd dragged him out to this disasterous night out that had ended with them sitting on a piece of plastic bound to be infested in endless amounts of gems and snot, and head home for a well deserved warm shower and sleep. Desperately needing something to keep him awake, he looked around for something that was more interesting to look than the sand beneath his feet. His gaze eventually turned to the sleeping brunette he was sharing the swing-seat with, taking the chance to study her closer without her questioning look while trying to fight off the fatigue. Under the soft light of the streetlamp glowing over them, it washed the brunette in a golden glow, basking her messy hair in a fiery red hue that made her locks seem like wisps of fire, her tanned skin more enriched, exasperating the valley of freckles dotting her nose- resembling the bright and everlasting stars flecked on a clear night sky. He could probably make up his own constellations from them, just like the woman had told him from one of her countless rants about how ancient Greeks did to tell tales of their Gods and Goddesses. And with that hooked nose Hange sported, her broad shoulders and tall height, endless knowledge and inquisitiveness, as well with her golden skin, he could see her as one herself.

She was absolutely gorgeous as they depicted their goddesses to be.

At the thought, he snapped his eyes open, aghast and disturbed by his own thinking, shaking his head to try and push those intrusive thoughts out of his head. Maybe it was a trick from his sleepy state, but whatever it was, it did the trick in keeping him awake. Lucky for him, the vibration from his phone informed him that his allocated time till midnight had ended, not giving him enough time to ponder over his thoughts.

Levi's never felt so relieved at hearing an alarm in his life.

"Oi, Shitty-glasses... wake up... It's been more than five minutes." He prodded at the sleeping woman, who only grunted in retaliation as a response, swatting his hand away from her. Sighing and tired of being kept out longer than he had signed up for (not to mention his mental state being tested from his hyperfixation on the woman just a few minutes ago), he grabbed onto the sleeping woman's hair, turning to face her directly so she had no way to escape his piecing gaze. Except the movement had been a bit more aggressive and more steadfast than intended, causing the woman to lose her sitting position and almost topple over backwards on the swing seat. Only his quick reflexes managed to stop her from falling over and possibly cracking her skull as he deftly wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and pressed her flush against his chest to steady her against him- his other hand still intervened on the locks of her hair. His heart beating at an alarmingly fast pace at the near miss of a disaster.

But despite all the commotion, the woman still slept peacefully, snoring and drooling away, completely unfazed by her near concussion or unaware of the fright she'd almost given her companion. For the lack of sleep the brunette got on a daily, she sure was a heavy sleeper, seeing as the last time she'd slept through a blaring fire alarm as well. Levi concluded at that moment that the woman would make a terrible soldier.

Instead of waking up from the chaos, Hange unconsciously ended up snuggling and pressing closer to Levi, relishing in his warmth and protective arm still wrapped tightly around her. Her cheek pressed right against his erratic heart. The hum of satisfaction and comfortability from the brunette causing the raven-haired man to freeze in surprise at the unexpected closeness. And all of a sudden he no longer felt the bitter cold nipping at his skin, instead his whole body felt as if it was been grazed by the sun.

A sun named Hange Zoe.

"Hey... four-eyes." He tried again, gulping back his surprise. Only to get another mumble of grunts back from the brunette. "Oi... it's time to wake up. It's midnight. My balls are freezing and you're hogging all the warmth." He tried again, trying to insert his usual hostility into his words. But he couldn't tear his gaze away from the lashes that framed her face, or the way her nose curved perfectly to fit against his chest. He couldn't stop thinking of how perfect she felt in his embrace. And part of him didn't want her to wake up at all, or to break the illusion of comfort that lay between them at the moment. But the rational part of him knew he had to separate and find a way out of this mess before it completely consumed him.

"Hange...Oi" He breathed out, unconsciously using her name as he watched the soft flutter of her lashes beneath him. For a brief moment, her eyes slowly and groggily opened, looking up at him with the softness of an innocent child as she tried to make out the blurry world before her. "Levi?" She mumbled as she squinted up at him, her hand briefly tracing the edges of his face with the tip of her fingers to make sure it was him. Her touch making him shiver more than the wind ever could.

Hange never failed to amaze him and render him completely helpless. She just seemed to have that effect on him. And at that moment he realized why people worshiped deities.

"Hey Levi... please don't take me home...It's lonely there..." She softly requested in the form of a mumble against his shoulder as she laid back down on him, her hand still softly pressed against his cheek. "Don't... don't let me be lonely..." Levi watched the woman slowly fall into a slumber once again, her breathe evening out again and softly brushing against his exposed neck, causing his already warm body to heat up even further at their newfound proximity. Her breath pressing right at the pulse point on his neck, the motion clouding his mind and making him think of indecent thoughts that had never crossed his mind before. What was happening to him? What was this woman doing to him?

The silence that followed leaving the man to ponder over the words she'd left him with as he simultaneously tried fighting off the newfound surging train of indecent thoughts he had of the woman. With a sigh and slight hesitation after making sure she was really out of it, Levi gently brushed away the bang that fell onto the woman's face. "You're really not making this easy for me, shitty-glasses." He mumbled. But despite his complains, he found himself doing anything for her.

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After lots of pondering and weighing the consequences of his choices, he begrudgingly decided he couldn't just leave the woman on her own at the park, nor bring her to her house as she'd begged him not to do. He did contemplate on calling Erwin, Mike, Moblit, or even Nanaba to come pick her up. But at the thought of having to explain to Mike or Nanaba why he was calling from Hange's phone in the middle of the night since he hadn't bothered acquainting with them enough to get their number made him rather eat his shoe than do just that. He would've called Erwin, but the thought of his smug face at seeing the two together was somewhat even worse of an outcome than calling the sniffling Buffon. This left him with maybe calling Moblit, but honestly he already felt bad enough for the poor guy having to care for his boss as it was that he didn't have the heart to even ponder on the thought longer than a second.

As he inserted his housekeys into the keyhole, he closed his eyes and hoped to whatever God was out there that his roommates were asleep, or at the very least didn't bombard him with endless questions the moment he stepped into the house hauling the passed out bespectacled woman over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He'd already earned enough questioning glances as he Uber them both and carried her through the building lobby. For some unknown reason, all his neighbours and ones he'd never even seen in his life had all somehow collectively decided they all would go on a night stroll on that precise night. At 1am on a Friday morning of all days. He didn't need to add his friends' onslaught of questions to the list.

Unfortunately for him though, luck was simply not on his side.

"Big brother! You're finally back!" Isabel's happy voice flew over to him as he wiggled the door open for him to get through. And as expected, her eyes traveled from her friend's face to the behind of the brunette that Levi was shouldering.

"Not a word." He said in an annoyed tone as he closed the door behind him, taking off the woman's coats and shoes carefully alongside his own before carrying her to the couch, where he unceremoniously dropped her. With a sigh, he leaned against the other end of the couch, closing his eyes briefly as he massaged his tired eyes. "What a woman." He muttered under his breathe in exasperation.

At the sound of another door opening and sensing his two lifelong companions staring at him, he exhaled and finally turned to them. A look of challenge on his tired face, daring them to ask the pressing question that was practically readable on their faces. Isabel being the fearless one of the two finally spoke up. "What is the nice candy lady doing here again? Are you two actually dating? Where you on a date together? Why is she passed out? Will she live with us now? Does she have more candy?" The red-head asked without a pause. Levi already felt another headache coming over him. He just couldn't catch a break tonight.

With a sigh, he put up a hand to stop her from blabbering on further. "Isabel, I'll answer everything once I get some sleep okay? I'm tired and would actually like to fucking get some rest right now. Babysitting shitty-glasses had been enough of an ordeal to deal with." He muttered. A sigh from the red-head made it known that she begrudgingly agreed to his terms. "So what are you going to do with her? Are you going to share your bed with her?" She asked as she took in the drooling woman, a hint of disgust mixed with astonishment reflecting on her big eyes.

"Fuck no. She can easily sleep on the couch." Levi said without thought. But despite his rude and crass words, the three of them knew he would never allow a woman sleep on the sofa. He was just chivalrous like that.

With a heavy sigh, he shook the woman's legs that laid over his thighs. "Oi, shitty-glasses. Get your ass up. You need to take a bath before I let you lay a finger on my bed." As a sound of retaliation left her mouth and started kicking his hands away from her, the raven-haired man let out an annoyed tch as he got up and hovered over the woman, pinching her cheeks with one hand as he tried to get some sense into her. Which the brunette fought against as she pinched the man's own cheeks with her hands, a semi groggy laugh leaving her mouth at the muderous look the man gave her.

Furlan and Isabel exchanged a look with each other as the two continued their bickering. Despite knowing their longtime friend for years and having gotten accustomed to his rude mannerisms, they'd never seen him so touchy or comfortable at interacting in physical touch with anyone else before. Could it possibly be their stoic friend had finally found his match?

"That's it, you're showering now. You stink, shitty-eyes, and no way in Hell will I let you stay in my home unless you get rid of that layer of grime off you. You don't even know how much mucus was wiped off on that stupid playground we stayed over." He said with finality as he threw the woman over his shoulder once more, carrying her to the bathroom, leaving his bewildered friends staring after them.

"So... do you think... both of them? Like... he likes he?" Furlan finally broke the static silence between the two of them, both their gazes still fixated on the semi open door to their bathroom, where two voices fought against each other.

Isabel slowly shook her head as she continued taking in the voices of the other pair. "I don't think she's brother's type."

Furlan raised a brow and turned to his female companion in confusion. "How do you know? Levi's never had a crush on anyone before. For all we knew I thought he just wasn't interesting in anyone at all."

Isabel simply shrug her shoulders. "She's messy and unkept. Plus she's loud and drags brother to hang out despite him being a homebody. Besides, she's taller and much more outspoken than he could possibly tolerate. Not to mention that when they talk it's 90% poop jokes and bickering. Brother seems the type to go for someone calm and clean, and definitely someone that doesn't tower over him since it's been an insecurity of his, so Hange definitely not his type at all." She said as she watched Levi grumble in annoyance as he left the bathroom momentarily to get something from his bedroom.

Furlan slowly nodded in agreement at his friend's words, both their attentions falling back on the raven-haired man that came back out of his room, carrying a neatly folded outfit change for their guest as he entered the bathroom once more, where once more their bickering voices filled the apartment.

"But... I think that ideal types don't matter in the end. Not when you start developing feelings for someone regardless." Isabel finished with a small smile as she heard Hange let out a happy laugh as Levi muttered a curse after her.

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His eyes drooping heavily at the long night he'd had, Levi finally allowed himself to crash over his couch after taking a much deserved warm bath, letting sleep finally take over him. It still boggled him despite his semi-awake state how his body was actually accepting sleep for once. He couldn't even count the amount of times on the fingers of a hand how many times he'd actually slept well without insomnia the last 3 months. Maybe it had something to do with the anger he'd let out earlier that evening at Hange's parents after being berated and looked down upon. Or maybe it had something to do with aimlessly walking for hours next to Hange in some way to comfort her. But whatever it was, it had left him with a warm feeling of safety and satisfaction in his chest, which somehow transitioned into a want to sleep. As he started letting sleep take over him, he suddenly felt the side of the couch dip beneath him. Opening his eyes tiredly, he managed to make out the outline of an individual draped over with a comforter over their head, their arms braced over the couch next to his hand as they rested their head over their crossed arms.

"Four-eyes?" He called out tiredly, rubbing at his dark under eyes. His companion only let out a quiet hum in response, not shifting from their position despite how uncomfortable it looked. "Why aren't you in bed? Is it not to your liking?" He asked her, exhaustion evidently lacing his words as they came out more of a slur of incoherent words than anything else. "Don't tell me you're regretting begging me to not carry you home? Cause it's been a shitty last few hours trying to haul you and get you cleaned, four-eyes." For a second he didn't get a reply, making him think that she'd already fallen asleep, his own eyes threatening to close on him.

"It's lonely." She finally muttered softly. Her voice barely above a whisper.

Levi felt himself chuckle slightly in his delirious state. "Lonely? Can you really be lonely in an apartment with three other people?" He muttered quietly, turning slightly to glance at the woman laying next to him.

Hange only turned to look up at him at his words, the moonlight that managed to filter through the curtains of their window outlining the woman's curiously somber state. Her brown orbs somewhat dimmed yet still reflective with their natural brightness looking up at him. "Lonely and quiet... It's so quiet that I can't stop thinking." She confided in him. "When you left tonight... I finally said what I've been holding back from mom a long time ago. I thought it would be relieving, but now I'm just thinking she might be right... Maybe I've been the one thinking wrong and I've just been blinded by my long-held grudge... the silence is making me feel suffocated." And I can't stop wondering if this is what the rest of my life will be like, all alone. It's sad and scary. She thought to herself, but bit back from speaking out loud. She sighed as she fiddled with corner of the comforter, avoiding looking into the questioning eyes of the male. She wasn't sure what had compelled her to seek Levi's ear out when she'd always done a decent job at keeping her thoughts to herself her whole life.

"If you've been holding onto a grudge for so long there had to be a valid reason for it, no? Being so insistent on your view means part of you knew she was wrong and you were driven with the desire to prove her wrong. I don't see you being in the wrong for thinking that way. At the least you confronted your mother. I bet it must have been relieving, the look on her face I would've paid my annual income to see again." At his words, Hange let out a soft giggle, punching the man slightly at his sides. "Besides, you're you shitty-glasses. Drowning in self-pity and holding that constipated look on your face doesn't seem like your kind of thing. You don't seem to be the type of person to stay out of action and follow someone else's rules." Levi said as he let out a yawn, his eyes fluttering closed.

Hange's eyes softened at the janitor's words, his words planting a new seed of hope within her. "You know... you're not so bad at talking when you're half asleep, Ackerman. Maybe I should invest in sleeping pills when I need life advise from you." She teased, to which the man snorted at, flickering the woman on the forehead with an eye open.

"Now that you're back to your annoying self, get to bed, four-eyes. We still have to go to school you know?"

Hange pouted at his words but sighed in agreement. "Fine, goodnight, shorty." She said before laying down on the floor next to him, resting her head on her arms as pillows.

Sensing her presence still next to him, he wearingly opened his eyes. "Oi, what do you think you're doing down there?" Levi asked, shifting so he had a better view of the woman wrapped in his comforter laying on the wooden floors.

Hange blinked up at him in confusion as she shuffled closer to him so that she was right under his gaze. "Sleeping?" She asked in reply. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, the man kicked off his blanket and picked up the woman, throwing her once again over his shoulder. Eliciting a gasp of shock from the woman as she flailed against his hold on her. "Levi, what do you think you're doing?!" She asked as she lightly punched him on the back.

"Stop moving, shitty-glasses. I'm taking you to bed. I don't want to hear you complain at work over a stiff shoulder or a broken neck." He said as he swung open the door to his bedroom and deposited the woman on his bed in an unceremonious manner, eliciting a squeal from the woman as her back his the soft mattress. With a satisfied smirk, the man turned to leave the room when he felt someone grab onto his arm.

"Stay with me." Hange quietly asked him, her grip tightening on his arm as she felt his slightly try to pull away.

"There's only one bed here, four-eyes. Use that big brain of yours. I'll just be outside if you need me." He said as he tried prying away the woman's grip off him. But she shook her head, wrapping another hand over his to stop him. "Please? We can share, there's enough room for both of us."

Levi wearily looked over his bed. Sure there was enough space for two people. That was, for two people who were close enough to share a bed together. Before he could retaliate back, Hange pulled him towards the bed, making room as she shuffled to the corner of the bed pressed against the wall, leaving him enough room on the other side of the bed. "If you feel uncomfortable, we can sleep on opposite ends. Besides... I'd feel terrible making you sleep on the couch of your own home." She said.

Normally he would have brushed off the idea completely and ignored her. But the fatigue was wearing him thin and he didn't have any fight left in him. So with a heavy sigh, he laid down on his side of the bed, his feet pointing opposite the woman's. "Fine. You win this one. Now go sleep, four-eyes. Dealing with brats isn't going to get any easier on less sleep." He muttered as Hange pulled the blankets over the both of them. "Night." He muttered before closing his eyes, finally letting the sleep win over him completely, blanketing him in a welcoming warm embrace.

"Goodnight, Levi."

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The sounds of muffled giggles and the smell of breakfast wafting through the apartment woke him up. With a groan and a rub of his eyes, he looked around his room in confusion. As memories of the previous night made their way into his mind, his eyes glanced over at the other half of his bed, where a lack of a specific bespectacled brunette met his sight. Sitting up and stretching in an attempt to drive away the soreness obtained from the previous night, the man sighed before following his usual morning routine of making his bed and carefully setting his pillows in a pristine manner. When satisfied, he finally opened the door of his room and was immediately met with the happy laughs of his two best friends and their visitor as they hovered over the kitchen stove.

As his tired gaze hovered over them, he couldn't help his gaze from stopping on the tall brunette's figure. Where she sported his oversized black hoodie and a pair of white shorts that were slightly too short on her long tanned legs. He gulped. The sight of Hange wearing his clothes somehow eliciting some sort of excitement and warmth out of him. And he couldn't help but think that it was just as it ought to be, that the sight of her wearing his clothes was just right.

"Brother! You're finally up!" Isabel's happy voice tore him from his thoughts, causing him to tear away his gaze from the brunette. Furlan's knowing look looking back at him at having noticed the raven-haired man's focused and awestruck look on Hange a while back. Levi threw a scowl at him, but a faint blush had made its way to his cheeks, making it hard to seem unbothered by his friend's knowing look.

"What's everyone up to so early in the morning?" He muttered in a tone he hopped was as cynic as usual.

"Hange was helping up make you some breakfast!" Isabel replied as she happily showed the stack of French toasts on four different platters on the counter. Levi raised an eye at the the bespectacled woman, who was patiently and eagerly waiting for his reaction. "You made this, four-eyes? I didn't know you could cook. From the state of your kitchen and the volume of takeout boxes I expected you to have burned the house down." He said as he slightly nodded at the plated breakfast. They seemed decently made and even had nice decorations of strawberry and powdered sugar over them.

"Rude, shorty. That's not how you treat someone who woke up early to make breakfast as a thank you." Hange grumbled, punching the man slightly to show she was joking. "But yeah, Isabel and Furlan were the ones who flipped and cooked. I was only here to help put the ingredients together." She admitted as she ruffled Isabel's hair in adoration, gaining a happy giggle in return from the younger girl.

"Hange's the best! She told us a bunch of stories about the experiments she does at school and taught us about the science behind candy making! And ooh, ooh! Did you know that the front part of your tongue is the one that has taste buds that pick up on sweet tastes?" She excitedly rambled on, her eyes bursting with excitement as she jumped around as she retold what she'd learned. The other three looked over her in amusement. Despite how easily excitable Isabel was on a regular, early mornings were usually reserved for grumpiness as she adjusted to the dreaded mornings. Seeing her bursting with energy at such early hours was something new to both Levi and Furlan who'd known her close to 10 years now.

"Oi, shitty-glasses, what did you feed her?" He asked the bespectacled woman who chuckled at Isabel taking in a deep breathe after retelling everything she remembered. "Nothing, I thought this was how she was normally." She said as she started putting the plates over the dining table. "Oh, by the way! I made you some green tea as well. I thought it was a nice and subtle wake up tea that would go well with the sweet breakfast." She said as she handed him a perfectly warm cup of tea. Noticing the familiarity between the two and Hange's knowledge over Levi's preferences, Isabel and Furlan exchanged a look with each other. So they were close close, close.

"I'm guessing you opted for that caffeinated death drink of yours?" Levi asked the brunette as they settled next to each other on the table, completely forgetting about their companions as they engaged in talks with each other. "You know it! Say, I couldn't find any of my preferred brown sugar here but I hope you don't mind me borrowing some of the cubed white sugar you have?" She asked as she accepted a bite of French toast from the man.

"I'll remember to stock up on brown sugar then. And yeah, you're free to use it as long as you don't go having sugar rushes. I don't want to clean after your mess if you accidentally pour erosive material down the pipes again." He said as he wiped away at the woman's mouth with a paper tower when syrup and powdered sugar started covering her face. "Why? Not willing to wear old Billy's janitor uniform again? I thought you looked adorable in it. Like a little kid trying to wear his dad's clothes!" She teased to which she got a smack on the head from the man in front of her in retaliation, causing her to giggle louder at his expression.

Furlan and Isabel stood rooted in front of the stove, taking in the grossly comfortable interactions between the two work colleagues with a frown on their faces. "I take it back, they're perfectly made for each other." Furlan mumbled as Hange took another offered bit of toast from the man's plate, having already finished her own. Their own plates still left untouched as they watched the two unsuspecting individuals with intrigue from across the room.

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There goes another stupid song gram. Levi thought bitterly as he watched a group of students surround a young short blonde girl. A taller, tanned, and freckled girl with black hair slowly closing the distance between the two of them before handing the girl a giant bouquet of roses and a heart box. All which concluded with the two kissing and making out in the middle of the hallways, where hollers and hoots of encouragement rained down on them. It would have been cute, if it weren't the 21st one he'd been subjected to suffer through that day.

And then came the the part he dreaded the most. The stupid confetti that every damn song gram called for after they were finished with their singing. He gave the happy couple a good twenty seconds to rejoice and celebrate before he shoo'd them away with his broom, telling them off for messing up his clean floors.

"Boy, you sure seem to be in a loving mood." A familiar bored toned called to him as he grumbled after noticing another stupid group huddling just at the end of the hallway. Mikasa watched her cousin from under her bangs as he threw the confetti into a nearby trashcan with a bit more force than needed. "Well, you don't seem to be that much different from your usual brooding mood either." He grumbled in response, already making his way to the next couple.

"I'm actually in a great mood, thank you very much." She retaliated as she followed after her cousin, The man raised an brow at his cousin, looking down and taking note of the roses in her hands. "Jaeger finally pulled up his big boy pants and confessed?" He asked as they stopped just a few feet away from the now celebrating couple.

"Jean actually." The girl replied nonchalantly as she studied the flowers in her hands. A surprised look washing the man's face. "Jean... Kirstein? The tall kid with a horse face?" He asked incredulously. At his words Mikasa threw him a dirty look. "Yes, him. I decided to give him chocolates this year as well." She said as Levi scared away the new crowd and started picking up the colourful pieces of paper again.

"What happened to Jaeger? I thought you always gave him chocolates?" He asked as he plucked at an annoying piece of paper that was clinging to his shirt. Mikasa shrugged, pensively looking out the window. "I do...I did. But he's been acting so distant lately ever since his brother moved back into town. He made it clear to me a few days ago that he didn't want to receive anything from me for Valentines. I pondered over it for a bit and was thinking of just giving him some anyways but... I started noticing the way Jean's been treating me with more respect lately, and thought maybe it's time to let my crush on Eren rest and give Jean a chance. Or at least try to see if there's other people out there for me, you know?" She voiced out as she bent down to help her cousin out. Levi studied his cousin's face carefully, trying to see if there was anything that would imply him needing to beat some sense into the Jaeger boy. But he was both surprised and reassured as he saw a slight blush cover the apple of Mikasa's cheeks as she glanced once more at the roses in her hands.

"Let this Kirsten boy know that my broom is always ready at my disposal if he ever dares do anything to you." He said as he continued with his task, silently letting his cousin know he approved of the boy. Mikasa trying to hide a smile from appearing on her face cleared her throat instead. "What about you, midget? Got any Valentine chocolates from anyone?" She poked at him as she threw her bundle of confetti into the trash after her cousin's. Levi scoffed. "Why would I? Valentine's just an excuse for companies to rob people off their money in the name of a stupid holiday. You brats raging in endless hormones just find the day as a way to justify pinning after your crushes in an open manner." He muttered as he picked up discarded chocolate boxes and wrapping off the ground. "For fuck's sake, would it kill people to throw away their shitty garbage properly?!" Levi protested as they made their way up the third floor.

Mikasa looked at him in a pitiful manner. "Is that why you're so pissed off today? Cause you don't have the balls to go after Ms. Zoe despite you pinning for her? Or is it because she hadn't given you any chocolates at all, and seeing us brats enjoy the holiday by having our crushes reciprocate our feelings is making you jealous?" She asked her cousin with a shit eating smirk. Levi stopped on the top stairs as he turned to look at his cousin, a murderous look in his eyes. "Oi, you emotionless cursed rag doll, I think your parents forgot to teach you to respect your elders. Come here, I think it's time to intro-" But his words caught in his throat as the girl before him straightened up all of a sudden, her smug smile slipping from her lips as her eyes locked on someone standing behind the man.

And without even turning around, he could tell the topic of their conversation was staring at the two of them.

"Hi Ms. Zoe!" MIkasa greeted her teacher, bowing deep into a bow to show her respect. Hange's melodious laugh filled the empty staircase as she took in the reprimanding look Levi wore as he pointed his broom at his cousin. "Hi Mikasa, Shorty." She greeted the duo, obviously interested and amused by what she was seeing. "What did you do this time to rile up this short-tempered man?" She asked as she descended the stairs so she stood eye level with Levi, a smile gracing her lips as she looked into his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he teared his eyes away from the woman's inquisitive brown ones as he lowered his pointed broom, suddenly self-aware of how unprofessional the ordeal would have looked to her. "Nothing worth your attention, four-eyes." He muttered in response, trying hard to ignore the snicker that came out of his cousin's lips. She was lucky that Hange had shown up, otherwise she could count the days she'd been looking forward to getting to know that horse-face on a personal level long gone.

"Well, I have to run to meet up with Sasha and the others. I'll see you two later. Happy Valentines Ms. Zoe!" Mikasa called out to them as she dashed back down the stairs, but not before throwing her cousin a kissy face which only he could see, causing a vein to visibly appear on his forehead. Brat. He thought bitterly.

Hange was the first to break their silence as she stood against the stair railings and looked at the man pointedly. "Were those roses Mikasa was holding?" She asked.

"Yeah, Kirstein got them for her." He responded with a sigh as he put down his broom down and leaded against the wall to face the brunette. Whatever he had expected in response was definitely not the bright and ecstatic look the bespectacled woman gave him. "Really?! Jean finally confessed and she accepted?! I kneeeew it! Mike owes me lunch tomorrow!" She happily whooped as Levi threw her an incredulous look. "Seriously? You two were better on students?" He asked in disbelief, to which the brunette simply shrugged at with a smile. "It's an unwritten rule for teachers. We take notice of which students have a crush on who and decide who has a chance to actually become a couple. We simply try to help them by coupling them up here and there and expect a thank you invitation to their wedding once they marry each other." She said with a laugh.

Before he could reply to her, the loud and obnoxious starting key for another Valentine serenade carried over to them from downstairs. Closing his eyes and letting out a tired sigh, Levi pushed himself off the wall. "Guess that's my calling." He muttered as he mentally started counting down the seconds leading to the stupid confetti poppers. Hange sent him a compassionate look. "Sorry, I can only guess how much extra work this holiday brings to you." She said, pushing herself off the railings as well, coming to stand next to the man as they both made their way down the stairs, their steps matching in time with each other's.

"As long as you keep your lab clean today and don't give me extra work to do then I should be able to handle this dreaded holiday." He said, turning to the brunette, whom only gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I've planned on making my students take a pop quiz today instead of experiments. Someone needs to tone down the dopamine levels before they get too out of hand, you know? So don't worry shorty, you won't be hearing any explosions from my side of the school today."

Levi's lips involuntarily turned upright at the thought. And in his mind, he couldn't help but picture Mikasa running into a pop quiz she probably hadn't prepared for as she'd preoccupied herself with making sweets for her lover boy. "Maybe your brain isn't as shitty as I thought it was, four-eyes." Hange grinned at him and threw him a wink before dropping him off at the second floor. "Aww... that might be the nicest thing you've said to me yet, shorty. Maybe becoming that evil genius chemistry teacher is befitting of me after all if you keep throwing me compliments like that." She teased as the bell rang, the brunette already turning around to head back up to her room.

Levi felt himself roll his eyes in response. But in reality he already felt his mood uplift from the small minutes he got to spend with Hange. His gaze followed after her as she walked back up the stairs, but before she was completely out of sight, she turned once more to the man, a hesitant and nervous look on her face. "And Levi? We're still on for tea later, right?" She asked unsure.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, not understanding why she would ask this out of nowhere, knowing it was a day-to-day arrangement to meet up in the afternoons to share a cup of tea. "I mean... you don't have any plans or reservations tonight... right?" She continued frantically, a nervous chuckle escaping her as she awaited his response. Before she could mutter something else, Levi interrupted her. "I'll be there, four eyes. Just make sure the room is clean." He reminded her before he went to pick up his new pile of confetti, a smile grazing his lips.

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He was completely exhausted by the time afternoon rolled by. His arms and back sore from all the sweeping he'd done that day. Stupid confetti and stupid brats that fell for the stupid holiday trap. He found bitterly to himself as he opened the familiar chemistry classroom door, where he immediately found himself surrounded by the sweet smell of a new fragrance of tea. Taking a quick look around, he was surprised and relieved to see that the four-eyes had kept her word and left the room spotless.

"Levi! There you are!" The familiar voice called out to him in greeting. With a small nod in acknowledgement, he took a seat at their usual spot in front of the window.

"Well, you've looked better." The woman joked as she took the seat next to his, handing him a freshly brewed cup of tea. "I've felt better too." He mumbled in response as he took a much needed sip from the cup. A surprised look taking over his features as he frowned, swirling the contents in his cup before taking another sip. The woman watching him with curiosity and slight restlessness as she tapped her nails against the table in anticipation of his verdict.

"Hmm... red tea?" He asked as he took another sip, a small nod of approval appearing on his face. "It's good" the man concluded. Which the woman took as a good sign before letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. A smile gracing her lips at seeing the content look on the janitor's face. "Yeah, red tea infused with roses." She said, finally taking a sip of her own cup.

At her words, Levi let out a chuckle. "I didn't see you as the type to fall for the Valentine propaganda as well, shitty-eyes." He said as he raised an eyebrow at her. His words causing a blush to creep up the brunette's neck as she turned away from his piercing grey eyes in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Clearing her throat, she fiddled with the handle of her cup. "It's not like that... I just thought it would be a hilarious coincidence to drink it today." She muttered as she focused her gaze out the window, refusing to let the man see her flustered face.

Levi snorted at her response but didn't push further with his teasing. The two fell into a comfortable silence as they watched over the panoramic view out the window, occasionally taking sips of their cups and pointing out random things they spotted out the window. As they continued watching, two figures seemed to have made their way to the dimming field, where they stopped by a bench and sat down next to each other, unaware of being watched by the two staff members.

"Seems like the Valentine spirit is still going strong." Hange found herself musing as they continued following the two figures that were now chasing after each other across the field, giggles and laughter filling the still air and reaching them on the third floor in the form of an echo. The female throwing a glance over at her companion from time to time to gauge his reaction. But all he expressed was a stoic expression as he followed the pair with a tired expression on his face.

Having teared her gaze away from the field, Hange started shuffling for something in he bag absentmindedly while Levi had finally concluded he'd had enough of this stupid holiday as he watched the two students tackle each other to the ground and start kissing. Something about the two engaging so easily with intimacy not sitting right with him.

Hange's fiddling came to a halt as her fingers tightened on the item she'd been searching for. With a small gulp and hesitancy, she turned towards the raven-haired man. "Hey, Levi-" But she never got to finish her sentence as the man let out an exasperated sigh at that exact moment.

"It's so fucking stupid...Who makes a holiday to celebrate love on a specific day? Pushing at the idea that idiots have to confess their feelings through the form of chocolate and flowers? It's all a stupid ruse for commercialism to take advantage of idiots. It practically means nothing if everyone is pushed into the idea of confessing on a specific day." Levi muttered in distaste as he sipped the last of his tea in one final gulp.

At his words, the woman froze, her gaze turning downcast as her grip tightened within her bag.

"Don't you agree, shitty-glasses?" He asked, finally turning towards his companion after having noted the elongated period of silence that fell after his words. A frown and sudden concern enveloping him as he noticed the solemn look on the brunette's face. "Shitty-glasses?" He repeated louder this time as he leaned closer to her, hesitantly shaking the woman by her shoulders. His touch finally breaking the woman out of her stupor. With a quick set of blinks and her eyes widening in realization that she'd dazed off, she let out a tight and forced laugh, shoving back down the item deeper into her bag. "Right, it's a stupid holiday." She suddenly stood up, almost knocking off her semi-full cup as she got up in a haste. "I um... I suddenly remembered I had promised to meet up with someone today. Do you mind closing the classroom for me?" She asked Levi before hurrying to the door, not daring to turn around or wait on a response as she quickly left the classroom.

Levi was suddenly left all alone as he stared at the doorframe in silence. A sudden pang of disappointment and sadness washing over him as he stood up and walked towards the item had the woman had dropped in her haste to get out of the classroom. A familiar red heart box of chocolates staring mockingly up at him.

"I um... I suddenly remembered I had promised to meet up with someone today." Hange had said before speeding out of the room. Was she perhaps meeting up with a date? Were these her chocolates for them? His heart painfully constricted in his chest at the thought of Hange spending her night with someone else.

"It really is a stupid holiday after all..." He mumbled to himself as he brushed a wistful hand over the box before he carefully set them on her desk.

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He was silent as he got home, completely ignoring Isabel and Furlan's welcoming wishes as he walked into their shared apartment.

But despite his clear indication at not wanting to be bothered, Isabel gravitated towards him, an excited and anticipatory look on her face. "So? How was your Valentine's day? Had any fun?" She asked with a giddy laugh as she bounced around him, blocking his way to his bedroom. Levi sighed in annoyance when she blocked his way for the fifth time.

"No, I had a terrible day so can you please let me get to my room?" He asked her, his tone a bit harsher than he wanted it to come across, but at the moment he didn't really care. His mind was still reeling back to that stupid box of chocolate and who could possibly be Shitty-glasses' stupid Valentine.

Isabel's excitement dwindles as a confused and downcast look washed over her features. "But... but I thought you would have a great Valentine this year." She whispered solemnly, all her previous excitement gone as she looked at the ground beneath her. Levi rolled his eyes at the innocence in the red-head's voice. "You know how I dislike the holiday, Isabel. What made you think that it would suddenly change this year?" He asked tiredly as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.

"Because of the chocolates..." She mumbled sadly as she joined her brother on the couch. Levi threw her a confused look at her words. "Chocolates? What chocolates?" He asked confused. But Isabel seemed to have taken his mood worse than him as she pulled her legs up against her chest, hiding her face between them and opting out of answering his question.

"The chocolates that she helped Hange make over the weekend for Valentines." Furlan answered for her instead, taking a seat on the armchair facing them. At his words the ugly knot formed itself again in his chest. "Ah... the chocolates she was supposed to give her date." He muttered darkly as he leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes in an attempt to loosen the tight feeling in his chest.

Furlan frowned at his friend's words. "Date? No... the chocolates Isabel helped Hange make for Valentines... for you." Furlan corrected slowly. His words not registering in the raven-haired man's mind until a beat later.

"WHAT?!" He cried out, springing up from his seat. "ME?!" He cried out in confusion.

Isabel shifted behind him and slowly looked up. "Yeah... she said she wanted to thank you for all the help and support you've given her. She said it would be a nice way of asking for forgiveness for dragging you along to her parents' dinner. But she said she was bad at making sweets so she asked me to come over and help her out instead."

Levi's mind short circuited at her words, hope and relief flooding him before being overtaken by dread and regret as he recalled the way he'd dismissed the idea of the holiday in front of her.

"Shit." He muttered in defeat as he fell back against the couch.

"Levi?" Furlan asked concerned, getting up to check on his friend. "You okay? Did something happen?" He asked. Levi in response let out a grunt. "I messed up. I told her the holiday and the concept of it was stupid. I might have made her run out on me before she got the chance to present the chocolates to me." Disbelief washed over the trio at the older one's words.

"You really are stupid, big brother." Isabel deadpanned to him as she shook her head at him.

"Well... there's still time till midnight, maybe you can try talking to her before the holiday is done?" Furlan suggested, to which Isabel jumped up at, excitement filling her once more. "Yeah! There's still time, big brother! Get her some pretty flowers and she'll forgive you!" Levi winced at her excitement, but he couldn't help but also feel the hope that his two friends were sending him. "Fine, let's do this, but I'm going to need to make a few stops first."

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Levi sighed as he brushed a desperate hand across his neatly styled hair. He'd been standing in front of the woman's door for the past half an hour trying to muster up enough confidence to knock on her door. But every time he attempted to, he would freeze out and back out like a coward. Heck, he bet Kenny would get a laugh at his desperate attempts.

Glancing at his watch once more, he sighed. He only had fifteen minutes left till midnight and he knew he couldn't stall any longer. Before he could hype himself up once more, the door of apartment swung open, an unamused four-eyes staring at him as she leaned against her doorframe.

"It's been half an hour, shorty. Were you going to ever knock or not?" She asked annoyed, a twinge of amusement subliming her words. It was barely perceptible, but it was enough to give the man the courage to clear his throat and hand the woman the bouquet of flowers in his hands, determination plastered on his face.

Hange raised an eyebrow in surprise at the flowers. "These... are for me" She asked unsure, carefully looking over the bouquet predominantly composed of white flowers. "You know, normally people get red roses for Valentines." She teased but finally left the doorframe to let the man follow after her. Levi let out a relieved sigh as he followed after the woman, closing the door behind him.

"So I've been told by the florist. Trust me, she gave me the most exasperated look when I refused to buy from one of the premade set she had at hand." He said, gaining a chuckle from the woman as she filled up a vase and placed the new bouquet on her dining table. "But Isabel told me how each flower hold specific meaning, and it's shitty to just buy a meaningless pile of flowers." He said. But what he intended to add was: "I wanted to convey to you properly what I think of you and how grateful I actually am that you're part of my life" But like always, he didn't seem to need to put his thoughts to words as Hange read him with ease.

"White lilies for redemption, Star of Bethlehem for reconciliation, and pink roses for gratitude." Hange softly recited to him as she took a whiff of the flowers in front of her, an amused smile gracing her face. "Not bad for a man who seems to hate the holidays." She teased.

Levi let out a grunt in response, but felt his own smile appear on his face. "It's stupid because the meaning of the holiday is preset to only be looked at one specific way." He said.

"Which is a romantic sense." Hange finished for him as she patted the seat next to her for the man to sit on. Levi nodded in agreement as he sat down.

"But people seem to forget that the holidays are also there to appreciate the love that comes from family and friendship too." Hange added. A slight frown dawning over her face, her previous smile erased as she looked solemnly at her flowers. "I'm sorry Levi, I was supposed to give you a friendship gift too, but I think I might have dropped it somewhere." She mumbled in embarrassment, suddenly recalling the way she'd darted out of the room before giving Levi time to explain his reasoning behind hating the holiday.

Levi scoffed at her before pulling out a familiar red hearted package out of hi bag and sliding it over the table towards the astonished brunette.

"Next time you want to gift me something, just do it shitty-glasses. I can't read your mind all the time." He said teasingly, watching as a happy smile filled the bespectacled woman's face, her eyes catching the magic as well and glowing that special brown he'd come to love.

"Happy Valentine's, Levi." She said as she carefully handed the box over to the raven-haired man.

"Happy Valentine's, Hange."

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