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tilf: teacher i'd like to fuck.
Everyone had that one teacher they wanted to bone, and if not it was probably because you went to a shitty school with old-ass teachers and for that, Levi felt sorry for you.
For Levi, there was only one teacher in his life he had eyes for, and that teacher was five-feet-seven-inches of tanned skin, messy brown hair and abnormally bright green eyes.
"But he sounds taller than you, Levi!" you’re probably thinking. As if height was an issue for Levi. He liked his meat taller — that meant longer legs to wrap around his waist while he pounded into — ahem.
"Mr. Ackerman, have you been listening to a word I said?"
Levi blinked, the cause of all his wet dreams and sexual frustrations staring down at him with those fiercely passionate eyes. Eyes that he wanted to see light up with a different kind of passion; the kind where they were both panting, a tangled mess of limbs and blankets, pretty pink mouth open in breathy gasps and moa— “Mr. Ackerman.”
"What?"
Mr. Jaeger took in three deep breaths, remembering the principal’s words that violence was no way to discipline students. Yeah, well, he didn’t have one Levi Ackerman in his class. “I was asking if you brought your textbook with you today.”
Levi glanced around the classroom to see that the other students had their English textbooks open, before looking down at his own vacant desk. “I guess not.”
Eren turned around on his heels with a clip, “Mr. Kirschtein, please share your textbook with Mr. Ackerman.”
"Aw do I have to?”
"Yes."
He pointedly ignored the scraping of desk as Jean scooted his closer to Levi’s, as well as the threatening sneer and the squeak that followed.
——
"Mr. Ackerman, a moment, please."
Ah, Levi’s favorite words. He leaned against Eren’s desk as the rest of the students filed out of the classroom, backpack slung over a single shoulder.
Eren didn’t look up as the students left, door swinging shut after their departure. He finished stacking up today’s assignment into a neat pile before gracing Levi with his attention, instantly feeling more irritated by doing so. For a seventeen year old, Levi was extremely… what was the word Eren was looking for?
Arrogant. Right.
The brat got away with so much because everyone was too scared of him — students and teachers included — and yet despite his bad attitude, his uniform was always kept neat. His cleanly appearance did not reflect his bad attitude in the least. And that irked Eren for some unfathomable reason.
Also the way Levi looked at Eren like he was some piece of meat.
That definitely irked him the most.
Eren cleared his throat. “I’m getting tired of having the same discussion with you, Mr. Ackerman. You really need to start doing the assignments and homework, as well as bringing class materials otherwise I’ll be forced to hold you back another year. You’re not going to pass at this rate.”
Levi inspected his nails, letting out a noncommittal hum.
Eren drummed his fingers against the desk. “Do you understand, Mr. Ackerman?”
"Yeah," Levi said, sliding his hand into his pocket. He turned his body completely towards Eren, other hand propped against the table as he leaned forward, expression unreadable. He could see how uncomfortable it made his teacher. "But I don’t really like to be told what to do… unless I get something out of it."
Eren furrowed his brows in confusion. “You’ll get passing grades, isn’t that enough?”
A snort. “That’s too boring.”
Eren drew his bottom lip between his teeth, a habit Levi was very well aware the man did whenever deep in thought. “I suppose I could offer you an incentive. Maybe something like —”
"Sex."
"Stickers."
"…"
"…."
“Stickers?”
“Sex?!”
"I’m not some elementary school kid who can be bribed with stickers!"
Eren stood up, hands slamming angrily over the desk, face glowing bright red. “And I’m not having sex with a student!”
Levi’s eyes narrowed. “…And if i wasn’t a student?”
Eren opened his mouth, eyes widening as he realized his error, words tumbling out of his tongue as he tried to fix it, “Y-you know what I meant!”
"I think what you meant is that you’d have sex with me if I wasn’t your student."
"I wouldn’t have sex with you ever!"
Levi’s gaze was positively predatory, but Eren wasn’t going to let some high school student intimidate him. He stood his ground, glaring back at Levi who stated quite simply:
"Let’s have sex, teach."
——
Levi walked out of Eren’s classroom fifteen seconds later, a bright red hand mark printed across his right cheek.
Perhaps telling his teacher to have sex with him wasn’t the best approach.
But that didn’t deter him in the least; if anything, it made him more excited to find out how he’d win Mr. Jaeger’s heart (and ass) over.
Which he would.
Eventually.
Maybe.
A guy could dream.