yatosluvr

[yatosluvr]

only for him.

pairings: geto suguru x fem!reader

warning: MDNI 18+. sex, but barely any. angst? im not really sure what to tag. not proofread.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is literally just geto brainrot. i love him so bad. no plot i don't think. idk. i wrote this bc i was bored LOL i dont remember who influenced me to write this but this wasn't purely my idea????

you sat on the soft grass, the dull green blades poking up between your fingers as you hold your weight up. your head craned back, looking at the sky as you take note of the shape and size of every cloud. "it's beautiful." you thought.

you always sat here, in the same spot, at the same time every day. your favorite spot. a patch of grass several feet from the busy street, right in front of the small, but beautiful lake that you see every passing day. it never gets boring to you. how could it? it's calming to you, it's peaceful. the only time you get to rest when the rest of your days are in utter chaos.

you're an art student trying to do your best to get into your dream school. it's stressful, it consumes you. you don't mind it, though. it's something you love, your passion. you truly believe that the small amount of time you sit here, in the grass, at your favorite spot helps you clear your mind. almost like a pause.

but there's this one man you see, seems like he's doing the same thing as you. the only difference is that he has a small notebook with him. his black hair, long and half-tied up in the back as the rest falls down his back. there always seems to be a strand that falls on the side of his face, framing it perfectly. his face always rested, given a small and calm grin that plays on his lips when he's looking up at the same clouds that your eyes rest on. tall, too. he's just effortlessly beautiful.

you notice he usually sits a pretty good distance away from you. not too far, but also not too close. close enough to where you can analyze his features and see his body language.

but today, he sat closer to you than usual.

you're always the first one to sit, getting there about 10 minutes before him. you're not sure when he started sitting there with you, either. it was almost like you two were bonding, looking aimlessly up at the sky together but never saying a word. it's like you both knew what time to be there and to come every day.

"doesn't that one look kind of like a..." you hear a voice trail off beside you. slightly startled, you turn your head to the side to see who's talking. surely enough, it's him. "like a car? a long car. a limo!" he smiles a little more than usual, his eyes locking onto yours for a split second that felt like it stretched on for years. you feel a sense of comfort wash over you, finding peace within his eyes.

his long arm, covered in a thin, long-sleeved black shirt. his wrists pokes out of the sleeve as he reaches up, pointing at the cloud he was talking about, seeming to be a little to the right of the both of you.

you didn't say anything, you just smiled lazily back at him. a small hum of agreement leaving your lips to replace actual words.

you had invited him to your apartment. it was small and cutely decorated. you were never the kind to be self-conscious over your fucking apartment. but with him, it felt different. you felt like you had to have everything nice and neat. so when you two walk into your place together, a small wave of panic washes over you at the site of a couple of cups sitting on the coffee table, a plate on the counter followed by random food wrappers, and undone dishes. "uh, sorry. i didn't really know that i was gonna invite anyone over." an apologetic smile creeps onto your face.

"no worries, my place really isn't the cleanest either," he says nonchalantly, the same resting-grin face on display.

next thing you knew, you were under him. his hair tie fell out of his hair a long time ago, the black strands falling in front of your face. both of your sticky bodies pressed together, his elbows on the mattress beside your head while one of your hands rests on the back of his neck, the other one on his back. his cock buried deep in your velvety walls, small grunts forcing themselves out of his throat.

it felt like you had let all your defenses down, the ones you had kept up for days, months, years. the ones you kept up in fear of getting close to anyone again, in fear of being let down, being hurt. it didn't matter to you right now. it didn't matter to him, either. both of your emotions swirling together in the sex-filled air, saying more than you both ever could.

ever since then, you had grown so close to him. to geto suguru. your lover. your soulmate. your other half. sure, it's cheesy. but you and geto have a one-of-a-kind connection. so rare. so utterly beautiful. you don't know when, or how, it happened— your relationship with geto. it just kind of happened. it didn't feel rushed or forced. you both seemed to be on the same page at all times, though you two were complete opposites. yin and yang. hot and cold.

he was the inspiration for your art. you were the inspiration for his poems.

you were so in love with him and he was so in love with you.

you two did everything together. grocery shopping, binging your favorite shows (he watched them with you to make you happy), date nights every weekend, holidays, vacations. truly anything.

that was until you two started growing apart. it started off very slow, almost like nothing. just spending a little extra time with your careers. then it turned into less communication. then less time together. then barely any communication. more arguments. more crying.

then he found you.

intertwined with some man's face that he'd never seen before. your naked body on top of his, the body that he thought was made for him. only for him.

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i wasn't really sure how to end this off </3 im sorry

[yatosluvr]

apart 2 of prof!levi AU for pretty girl? :0

ill think about it! i could make it a series if u or anyone else is interested?

[yatosluvr]

Are you going to make a part 3 of kiss me more

i'm not tooooo sure, but i probably will end up making a part 3

[yatosluvr]

friends? | jean kirstein

jean is just one of your friends, right?

warning: 18+ MDNI. nothing really to note, other than just a heated kiss and ass grabbing?

pairings: jean kirstein x fem!reader

word count: 348

a/n: i was bored lol

you weren’t sure how you ended up at jean’s place with his hands roaming your body, warm and calloused fingers grazing over your soft skin.

you and jean had been friends for a while, nothing too serious though. you both just had the same friend group and would see eachother every so often. he had always thought that you were beautiful, the way your silky hair framed your face. to your eyes, nose, lips, from head to toe, he was enthralled by you. you hadn’t noticed though, and to be fair you didn’t really think anything of jean. given a couple of times that you caught yourself staring longer than you thought. you couldn't help but notice his surprisingly well-kept mullet and his beautiful bone structure. but truly, you only thought of him as a friend.

but here you are, on jean's couch. perfectly sat on his lap, both of your plush thighs keeping his legs in place while your lips are attached to his in a heated kiss. his tongue exploring your mouth while he swallows the small groans leaving your throat at the feeling of his large hands gripping your ass.

your body pressed against his just felt right. the way his lips mold perfectly between yours and how his hands are just the perfect size to hold yours.

jean pulls away, his forehead resting against yours while a grin tugs on his lips. "who would've thought, huh?" he asks, in hopes of not making things awkward between the two of you.

his heart was beating fast. because, truly, he would have never guessed the girl he's had his eye on would be on his lap right now. he would never admit it though, as cheesy as it is.

much like him, you would've never guessed you'd be on jean kirstein's lap suddenly coming to the realization that you might just think a little more of him than you thought.

"yeah," you say, your lips red and swollen from the intense kiss you shared with jean. "you're not too bad, kirstein."

"i could say the same for you, y/n."

[yatosluvr]

i have SO many ideas for the eren fic or whatever im having a hard time picking one fr </3

[yatosluvr]

pretty girl | levi ackerman

summary: you're one of levi's students and he has an interest in you. when your boyfriend eren breaks up with you during his class, levi wants to show you just how much better he is.

warning: 18+ MDNI. basically no plot just smut! implied age gap (reader is an adult), oral (f receiving), fingering, slight degradation, slight praise, unprotected sex, slight choking, slapping, name-calling, vulnerability.

pairings: professor!levi x afab!reader

word count: 4.2k

a/n: i am so sorry

you look down at the phone in your lap, your heart dropping and your eyes immediately tearing up as you read the text you just received from your boyfriend. all you could do was try to blink away the tears but you fail in the process, the warm droplets sliding down your cheeks.

eren had just told you that he didn't wanna be with you anymore, there was no explanation at all. you're not surprised, the last few months with him have been rocky. arguing constantly, eren being controlling, you were always suspicious of him because he would lie to you about the smallest things. he would always get irritated and upset with you for not fully trusting him. you tried, you really did, he just wasn't treating you well. the thing you've done the most is stress and cry over him. you would go out of your way to ignore the small signs just so you could avoid having a bad day with him. unfortunately, it failed.

levi notices your eyes staring down at your lap. he's not stupid, he knows what you're doing. a wave of irritation flows through his body at the sight. he hates not being listened to, especially when he's taking the time out of his day to teach a class.

levi halts his movements, turning his whole body to face the many people seated in his classroom. "y/n, if there's something more important than my class, you can gladly leave." he says with an unamused look, staring directly at you as he waits for a reply. he notices your teary eyes and red nose. his chest fills with pity but it's not evident on his face. realistically, he shouldn't feel that way. you shouldn't concern him in the slightest.

your eyes immediately widen at his words. your heart stops for a moment, quickly pressing the power button on the small device and shoving it into your pocket. professor ackerman makes you god awfully nervous. you don't mind it though, he's easy to look at.

"no sir." you shakily reply back to him, your glossy eyes meeting his cold ones.

"meet me after class," he says, giving you the same expression that he was wearing when he turned to look at you before turning back around to resume what he was talking about.

you didn't care to listen, considering your boyfriend had just broken up with you. you let more tears escape your eyes as you gently bite down on your bottom lip. you breathe out slowly before you wipe your face with your hand. truly, you didn't wanna cry over eren. there was no reason to. after what eren has put you through, you were secretly wishing that you would be happier without him but right now, it's not feeling that way.

professor ackerman had dismissed the class and you had stopped crying. you sigh to yourself, dreading to hear what levi had to say to you. you really didn't want to be lectured right now, it was literally the last thing you need. you slowly make your way over to his desk, your eyes quickly scan over it. it was very neat, not that you would think otherwise.

he sits at his desk, his eyes glued to the monitor in front of him. "so, y/n," he starts, not bothering to look at you. "why were you on your phone in the middle of my class?" he asks flatly, the question you didn't wanna hear.

you breathe in, your breath unstable. "i, um," your eyes threatening to tear up again. "i, just, got a text that i didn't wanna hear. er-" you pause for a moment, realizing saying eren's name isn't necessary. "my boyfriend just broke up with me. i apologize, i didn't mean to interrupt you or make it seem like i wasn't liste-"

levi cuts you off. "got it." he sighs quietly, finally deciding to look at you. his eyes immediately soften as he sees your face, sadness was written all over it. he immediately covers the softness up, blinking at you slowly.

you didn't notice his expression change, mostly due to you being so nervous that you're just trying to explain yourself. "sorry." you mutter out quietly.

"it was eren, huh?" he asks, his eyes never leaving your face. "i hate that brat."

"how did you know?" your eyebrows pull together at his question.

"i've heard him talk about you before," he says coldly, irritation laced with his tone.

you don't reply. you don't really think anything of that, not like you would know what to say anyway.

"you're too pretty to be crying."

you visibly tense up at his words, your lips parting slightly. "what?" you manage to breathe out.

"you heard me." levi stands up slowly before letting his hip rest against his desk. his eyes scan over your face.

you feel warmth spreading across your chest, not moving an inch. you internally question why you're feeling happy to hear that from your professor. you have always thought that he's attractive, his voice is oddly calming as well.

"thank you, professor." your eyes trail up to meet his, his cold expression never faltering. your hands become clammy at the sight of him.

"it's disheartening to see you cry over a piece of shit." he shifts his body towards you slightly, finding your nervousness cute. "i can help you get some relief." he didn't have another class for another hour or two and he knows he shouldn't be trying this with you. but fuck, he couldn't help himself. he will never admit, not even now, that he has jerked himself to the thought of you on multiple occasions. you were just so pretty to him, so smart too. how you would pay attention to him, looking at him intently. those short skirts you would wear as well, almost like you wanted him to look. he would always glance at you while he was talking, capturing the view of you in his mind so he could put it to use later.

feeling your heart beat a little faster at his words, heat immediately pooling between your legs at the thought. you knew it was wrong too, you didn't think it would be too bad though. it would get him in a lot of trouble but nobody had to know, right? you won't tell if he doesn't.

you breathe out slowly as you feel his hand come in contact with your hip, his face in close proximity to yours. his breath fans your face, his eyes dark.

"okay." you say quietly. he moves weight off of his desk, removing his hand from your hip before stepping back and taking a seat in his chair. he pats his lap, waiting for your movements. you feel your face heat up instantly, but you slowly move over to him slowly, moving your body over his so that you're straddling his lap with ease. you were wearing a skirt with a baggy sweater. oddly convenient.

his hands find their way back to your hips, eyes trailing over your body slowly. he can't believe he actually has you in his lap, and he can't believe you agreed. his gamble paid off.

"so pretty." he breathes out, leaning forward as he makes eye contact with you. your hands rest on his shoulders as you maintain eye contact.

he presses his lips onto yours, not gently but also not roughly. his kiss is full of eagerness, yours matching. your hands quickly move up to his silky hair as you tilt your head slightly, moving your lips with his.

you feel his hands slide down to rest on your thighs, the warmth sending chills down your spine. his thumbs rub small circles on your skin, his fingertips resting underneath the hem of your skirt. the contact makes you shift slightly in his lap, your body heat rising slowly.

the kiss quickly turns sloppy, your tongues now intertwined and fighting for dominance. your fingers gently pull at his hair causing a quiet groan from him. he pulls away slowly, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his. he quickly starts trailing wet and sloppy kisses down your jawline, soon reaching your neck. you feel him nipple slightly on the skin.

a quiet whine slips right past your lips, your neck tilting to the side. this feels absolutely surreal to you. you didn't think you'd be making out with your professor, especially not in his classroom.

he moves his hands slowly up your thighs, your skirt fully covering them. your breath hitches at the feeling. you already know you're embarrassingly wet, your legs threaten to close at the thought.

"nuh-uh," levi mutters against your soft skin, his fingers gently grasping the skin of your inner thighs as he pushes them apart to how they were before. keeping one hand on your inner thigh, his other continues to move up before stopping when he feels the lace of your panties. his thumb presses against the fabric, rubbing small circles.

"ah, so wet for me already," he pulls away from your neck, not realizing he had already made marks. he leans back in his chair. "i've barely touched you." he says, watching your face.

your lips part at the contact, your face flushed as you feel this thumb rubbing circles on your clit. you want more, your hips gently moving against his thumb. your eyes flutter shut, eyebrows furrowed at the feeling. small breaths leave your lips, your hands gripping levi's hair.

you whine at the loss of contact, opening your eyes to look down at him. "professor," you say needily. you bite the inside of your cheek gently, waiting for his reply.

he doesn't say anything, instead, his hands move around to grab the plush of your ass as he lifts you with him as he stands up. your fingers leave his hair in the process. he quickly sits you on his desk, wasting no time to kneel in front of you.

he pushes your skirt up as he looks up at you, leaning forward to press warm kisses to your inner thighs. soon to lift your leg up, the bottom of your thigh resting on his shoulder. you stare down at him in the process. your tongue runs over the bottom of your lip, your hands resting on his desk to support your weight. his warm breath flows over your core before pressing his lips against your panties, allowing himself to press gentle kisses. you squirm slightly, waiting for him to give you the relief that he promised.

"levi, please," you beg quietly, still looking down at him. he pulls back instantly.

"professor." he corrects you quickly, hooking his fingers on your underwear to pull them down swiftly. once they're off, he tosses them in the trash. "such a pretty pussy, just for me, yeah?"

he doesn't give you any time to reply before he leans in, his tongue immediately pressing against your folds. you suck in a breath at the sudden warmth of his tongue, leaning forward slightly. his tongue slowly starts to lap, moving up to circle the tip of his tongue around your clit before pressing it flat, dragging it up and down. letting out a moan, your hand finds its way right back to his hair. your mouth falls open, your chest rising and falling slightly faster at the way he looks.

his hair is messy, eyes looking up at you as he's between your thighs, his tongue pressed against your folds. it's so lewd, you actually enjoy the sight.

his tongue moves back up to your clit, pulling it gently between his lips to suck on it before letting it go. his eyes never once leave your face. he moves his head back before bringing his hand up, his middle finger circling your entrance before pushing his finger in slowly. your head leans back at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut.

"look at you, i've barely even done anything," he says with false sympathy, a mockingly sad look on his face. his finger stills inside you, watching your head pull back forward to look at him with a puzzled expression, wishing he hadn't stopped.

"beg."

pink dusts your cheeks at his demand. you open your mouth to speak, only for nothing to come out.

"what did i just say?"

you were starting to get frustrated at the loss of friction. you don't want to beg. especially not for him to finger fuck you but you comply anyway, wanting the relief he promised you. "please, professor," you shift slightly in hopes to feel something. "please give me something, you're the one who wanted this, right?" you tilt your head at him.

you notice his eyebrows raise slightly at your response. he doesn't say anything because technically you are right, but he was hoping to hear a little bit more from you. instead, he pulls his finger out just to add another one, stretching you out slightly. immediately followed by his tongue meeting your clit once more, lapping sloppily as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. his fingers curled, nudging at your sweet spot. you let out a quiet moan, trying not to be too loud. his fingers moving faster, his tongue flicking your clit sloppily, occasionally flattening it out before circling it. his fingers continue to make a 'come here' motion, causing your thighs to move towards his head. he doesn't let up but instead pushes the leg that wasn't on his shoulder away from him, gripping it gently.

your breathing is uneven, your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a string of whines and moans at the sensation of his movements. you tug and pull at his hair, your heel pressing into his back. the familiar warm feeling building up in your stomach.

"levi," you whine out quietly, knowing you're going to get scolded for using his name. "i'm gonna cum, please," you beg.

he instantly pulls away at your words, sliding his fingers out in one slick motion. you pathetically whine at the loss of friction. the warmth in your stomach quickly leaving, much to your disappointment. he examines his fingers at the wetness that coats them. "look at you, messy girl." he says lowly while standing up. you look at him with big eyes, not saying anything. the two fingers that were just inside you tap the bottom of your lip as if he was telling you to open your mouth. but you do so, your plump lips parting so his fingers can enter with ease. you look at him through your lashes. you swirl your tongue around his fingers, gathering your slick on your tongue. your lips close around his fingers, your cheeks hollowing out as you gently suck on them. you take in the sight of his eyes full of desire.

"that's right, baby," he says, causing a swelling feeling in your chest at his praise. this feels entirely too filthy, but you continue in hopes to get more praise from him.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, his fingers resting on your jawline before his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. his eyes travel down to them, before quickly moving back up. your cheeks are still coated with a light shade of pink.

"who knew you would be so dirty? especially for your professor," he hums, his thumb dropping down to your chin, then to the button of his pants.

you watch his hands in anticipation, getting restless. he notices, finding it slightly amusing. "tell me what you want." levi says, removing his hands from his pants, resting them on your thighs. you swallow at his words, your mind going blank. "good girls use their words, right? it'd be a shame to stop now, don't you think?"

a smile tugs on your lips, you still don't say anything. your hands travel to where his hands once were, hastily unbuttoning his pants before tugging them down to reveal his dark blue boxers. you palm his hard cock through the thin fabric. it's so big. long, thick, and hard. just for you. excitement bubbles in your stomach, not showing it through your face. you receive a quiet groan from him. you hum quietly at his reaction, wanting to hear more from his intoxicating lips.

he grabs your wrist tightly, warmth spreading where his fingers are. he moves your arm back quickly, looking down at you slightly. disappointment takes over your body at the feeling of him moving your arm. his voice rings in your ears. "i'm gonna say this again," he starts, his slate-colored eyes darkening as he speaks. "tell me what you want." his voice is slightly more demanding this time.

you tilt your head to the side innocently, leaning your body forward so that your face is inches away from his. he doesn't move, his warm hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"i want you to fuck me, professor."

your words fell so nicely from your lips, he thought his cock hardened more at your words if it were even possible. he releases the tight grip he had on your wrist before spreading your legs slightly more so he can stand comfortably between them. he pulls his boxers down to free his painfully hard cock, precum gathered at the tip while he uses his thumb to spread it around. he hisses at the suddenness of the air hitting his previously warm skin. he instantly grabs his cock, shifting closer to you to rub the tip over your slit. his free hand resting on your hip. your hands find their way to his hips, slowly sliding your cool fingers under his shirt. he tenses up at the feeling, not expecting it. he lets out a short breath.

self-control was always his thing, but having to wait to fuck such a beautiful girl that he's had his eye on for a while is really shortening his patience. even then, he still chooses to draw the wait out only because you look so cute waiting for him. you, on the other hand, have always been impatient. he's quickly come to learn that, giving him even more of a reason to make you wait just a little bit longer.

"wanna repeat that again, pretty baby?" he asks lowly, only asking so he can hear your lewd words once more. his eyes bore into yours as a sly grin appears on your plump, red lips. you lean forward. your lips right under his ear, your warm breath hits his skin causing a chill to run down his spine.

"fuck me, levi." you reply, voice laced with want. or to put it precisely, need.

he looks down, pushing his tip into your cunt slowly. you gasp softly at the sudden feeling of his cock stretching you out. pushing his cock into you more, the feeling of your tight, velvety walls wrapped around his cock makes him throw his head back. "fuck," he draws out, eyebrows furrowed.

"'s big," you whine, your forehead now pressed against his shoulder. quick to lean back as you feel him bottom out, not moving. his cock is already gently prodding at your cervix.

"so fucking tight, gonna show you how you deserved to be fucked." you feel his long digits wrap around your neck, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. "gonna fuck you good, yeah? better than eren ever could."

you nod quickly, just wanting him to fuck you. giving him the green light, his pace is instantly relentless. he thrusts into you quickly, the classroom filling with the sounds of slapping skin and if you were to listen closely, the sound of your sloppy cunt.

you let out a loud moan. you can't bring yourself to care that you're in a classroom at this point. there's only one thought in your mind and it's how fucking good levi feels inside you. the uncomfortableness that you felt when he first pushed in was long gone, only leaving you with the feeling of immense pleasure as his cock pushes in and out of your wet hole.

he removes his hand from around your neck, using it to grab the back of your knee, pushing your leg up slightly, doing the same to the other leg. the sudden movements cause you to fall against his desk, your back surprisingly not hitting anything in the process. he pushes your legs back, the new angle helping levi fuck you deeper than the was before.

the sounds of levi's quiet grunts are causing you to clench around his cock. he sounds so good. so fucking good.

"levi, please, please," you moan out quite loudly. you weren't sure what you were begging for all you know is that he is filling you up perfectly.

"what's, fuck," he pauses for a second, leaning his head forward to look at you, your face distorting as he fucks you dumb. "what's that, princess?" he asks, his eyes glued to you.

you shake your head, again, not sure why. your lack of response caused him to fuck you at a faster pace, his hips brushing against your sensitive clit. you let out more loud moans before you feel two of levi's long fingers forcefully make their way into your mouth, shoving them down your throat. you gag slightly as his fingers touch the back of your throat, your moans halted by his fingers as his thumb rests against your chin.

your legs shake at the rough pace levi is fucking you at, his dick repeatedly rubbing against your sweet spot. you feel his fingers leave your mouth before you hear his gravelly voice. "shut up," he demands, taking his fingers out before his palm rests against your cheek. soon, his hand leaves your cheek only to quickly reconnect with it in a hard slap. instant warmth radiates through your cheek as your eyes water at the harsh contact, tears threatening to spill as your cunt clenches his dick simultaneously.

"oh, do you like that?" he asks. you look at him, the front pieces of his hair sticking to his forehead. "of course you do, slut. didn't know how dirty you really are."

his words, his hips brushing against your clit, along with his relentless pace are causing the all too familiar warm sensation to build up in your stomach. "please, i'm gonna cum," you whine out to him, your mind empty as his cock fills you up completely.

his thumb finds its way back to your clit, rubbing quick circles as his pace doesn't let up. he angles himself just enough to where he's fucking up into your sweet spot, causing your back to arch up. your lips press together so a moan doesn't slip out, your hands flat against his desk, desperately trying to grasp onto something but only grasping at nothing.

"cum for me, baby," he says, keeping his pace consistent as his thumb bullies your clit. "cum all over my cock, you can do it," he encourages you.

his words going straight to your core, you feel the knot finally snap, unable to retain your moans any longer. you let out a string of moans, with incoherent words. babbling as he fucks you through your orgasm, you clench around him tightly. pleasure washed over you, feeling it all throughout your body. levi could genuinely cum right now at the sight of you, and the fact that he is making you feel this way, he's making his pretty little slut cum just how he planned to.

levi's thrusts kept going and his thumb never leaves your clit, fucking you through your high. you were out of breath, overstimulated, and sweaty. "levi," you mutter out. your eyes squeezing shut as your hand finds the edge of his desk, gripping it tightly, your knuckles turning white.

levi's thrusts become sloppy. his hands gripping your thighs tightly, threatening to leave bruises as he holds them open. "gonna cum," he announces, his lips parting slightly.

"cum in me, levi." you breathe out, your eyes shifting to look at him.

your words send him right over the edge, letting out a string of moans and praises as his hips sputter but still thrusting. "gonna fuck my cum into you, baby." you nod quickly, legs aching from how long he's been holding them up. his thrusts slow down significantly, short and small pants leaving his oh so pretty lips.

he pulls out, watching as his hot seed leaks out of you. humming in content, he lets go of your thighs, leading them down. he rubs over the places where he was gripping onto them.

you sit there for a second, a million thoughts running through your head. you actually fucked levi ackerman, your professor. you push yourself up, now sitting up on his desk. his hands find their way to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. you lean into his hand, your eyes fluttering shut. before you hear an unfamiliar voice call from behind you. you and levi both freeze, your eyes shooting open and your face heats up in nervousness or embarrassment, maybe both, you couldn't tell.

"professor?"

tysm for reading<3

[yatosluvr]

kiss me more | eren jaeger

summary: eren was bored with everyone he meets until he meets you.

warning: 18+ minors please dni. strong language, drug use, implied sexual content(?). let me know if i missed anything!

fem!reader.

part 1 here.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: i hope yall enjoy this chapter :D

eren: hey, you busy today?

"huh?" you breathe out quietly.

you're confused. why is eren fucking jaeger texting you to see if you're busy? you just talked to him, what? 12 hours ago?

you let out a small laugh at the thought, shaking your head before setting your phone down. bringing your hand up to meet the warm skin of your cheek, dragging it up to the soft strands of your hair. your fingers soon feel the strands fall between your fingers before letting your hand fall back against the pillow.

your nose gets filled with the scent of something burning, your eyes widen slightly, tilting your head a bit before dragging yourself out of bed. feet meeting the floor, you pull all of your weight up.

you were contemplating if you should hang out with eren. nothing bad should come out of it, right? sasha told you to watch out for him, sure, but he seemed okay when you talked to him. he is kind of intimidating, but you're not scared of him.

shrugging your shoulders to yourself, your feet pad down the short hallway of your shared dorm. "connie," you drag out, a suspicious look apparent on your face. "what are you doing?" you question.

"what do you mean?" he says without looking at you, his gaze steady on the pan in front of him, burned bacon in it. "i'm doing fine!"

you laugh loudly at his comment. "connie! you're literally going to start a fire in here!" you playfully yell at him. connie hums nonchalantly in response.

you pull out a chair from the small table and take a seat, bringing your leg up to rest the bottom of your foot on the chair. your head now resting on your chin with your phone in your hand, also resting your hand on the table.

"so," your eyes trailing up to look at the back of connie's head before biting down on the bottom of your lip. "eren asked me if i wanted to hang out today. i'm assuming sasha told you that i was smoking with him last night." you state.

connie immediately turns around, his nose scrunched up. "huh?" he asks, turning back around. "yeah, she told me. i didn't know that he had your number though." he raises his shoulders, dropping them immediately after. "i was gonna go buy from him today if you wanna come along. might stay to smoke. i don't mind him," turning his head back to look at you, his body not moving. "but be careful."

you press your lips together, blinking slowly. "i know, connie." he tilts his head down at you before he moves the pan back from the eye, turning the stove off. you mentally sigh at his words. you already heard the same thing from sasha. everyone seems to dislike him and it just doesn't make sense to you.

"well," he smiles. "you're coming, right?" his hand swiftly moves to the back of his head, scratching it lightly. "i'm gonna be leaving soon, so make sure you're ready."

you acknowledge his statement. "gotcha."

you were actually excited. you wanted to get to know eren, despite what connie and sasha told you.

the thing about you, though, is that you don't let people in so easily. you have walls up.

little do you know that eren does too.

you had recently got out of a relationship with armin arlert. it wasn't a bad relationship by any means, no toxicity at all but he broke up with you when you two went off to college. armin was going to the same college as you but he wanted to 'focus' and 'have the full college experience' which shocked you. he had never been that kind of person, well at least that's what you thought. luckily, you hadn't seen him around much, given a couple of times but that's just because you two have mutual friends. the breakup hurt you a lot, you two had talked about a future together. of course, you took his word for it. he's never really been a liar. you accepted it as it is. you just weren't trying to focus on anyone for the time being.

you stand up from the table, sighing to yourself in thought. trudging to your bedroom, you rummage through your dresser, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. you wanted to be comfortable, you weren't really aiming to look cute.

you decided to shower, given the night before you smelled of sweat and alcohol.

stepping out of the shower, the cool air hitting your body causes you to flinch slightly before you wrap yourself tightly in the towel that was hanging on the towel rack. turning your head to look at yourself in the mirror for a moment before stepping back into your room, drying yourself off, applying lotion before sliding into your clothes.

you brush through your hair, settling on letting it air dry. you apply a light amount of makeup, nodding in approval. slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing your phone, quickly slipping it into your pocket. you grab a black jacket, slipping it on before you walk out into the living room, smiling at connie who is sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"ready?" connie asks you excitedly, a wide grin on his face.

"of course." you smile back at him.

you and connie make your way to his car, he jogs over to the passenger side door, opening it for you. he bows. "your majesty."

you scrunch your face up at him, shaking your head as you slide in the car. "shut up." you giggle quietly as he closes the door. he walks around to the driver's side, opens his door, and quickly gets in.

"that's not very nice of you, y/n." he pouts jokingly before buckling his seatbelt and starting the car.

the car ride was comfortably silent. you look out the window at the unfamiliar scenery, before coming to a small neighborhood. arriving at a small, one-story white house with one car parked in the driveway. connie parks on the other side of the street.

"and we're here." he sighs quietly, thinking to himself. he's cool with eren, smoking with him occasionally. he's been quite hesitant to mention you to eren, and vice versa. not for any particular reason besides the way he is with girls. but he's here with you, so nothing should happen.

you didn't say anything, you just unbuckled your seatbelt and slowly got out of the car. you rest your hands in your pockets as you walk around the car, making your way towards eren's front door. you stand behind connie as he knocks on the door, soon followed by the door opening to reveal eren. "hey connie," he says, giving connie a small nod before his eyes land on you. an amused look soon covers his face. "and y/n."

he knew exactly what he was doing when he asked connie if he needed to buy anything today. he had hoped you'd come along, even though he had already asked you. you never replied to his text though, much to his surprise. but you still showed up, like he knew you would.

"'sup, eren." connie says calmly.

eren steps aside to welcome you and connie inside. connie walks in first, you right behind him. once you both are inside, eren closes the door. you look around, observing his home. it was surprisingly very clean and neat, but your gaze settles on the various pills across the table which looked a lot like the ones you had seen last night. it wasn't that you thought he was dirty or anything, you just weren't really expecting such a neat-looking house.

eren quickly looks at you before looking ahead, making his way over to the couch and sitting down, his elbows resting on his knees before looking up at you and connie. "have a seat." he says, it comes off as more of a demand, but you knew he didn't mean it like that.

you had taken a seat right beside connie, which also happened to be right beside eren. your hands were rested in your lap, slightly nibbling at your bottom lip as eren and connie engage in a conversation about how much weed connie wanted to buy. you were fixating on your hands, moving your index finger back and forth across your thumb due to nervousness. of course, you were nervous, you were at someone's house that you only met a day ago, with drugs across his table.

you notice eren get up, walking into the kitchen momentarily before coming back with a small scale. your eyes follow him, watching him weigh out the weed. he then wraps it in a broken piece of what you think is from a plastic bag, and ties it at the top, and hands it to connie. they exchange the weed and the money swiftly.

"anyway, down to smoke?" eren questions the two of you, your eyes meet his before he breaks eye contact to look at eren.

eren has an unreadable aura, with a blank expression to top it off.

"sure," you say, turning your head to look at connie who nods hesitantly in response.

eren starts rolling up, before you hear a familiar ringtone that belongs to connie.

connie's eyebrows furrow in confusion before pulling his phone out, standing up quickly. "sorry, give me a second." connie says apologetically before stepping outside. you hear a quiet "hello?" before the door closes to leave you and eren alone.

"so, pretty girl, i wasn't expecting you to come." he says, never looking at you, his eyes fixated on the blunt in front of him as his skilled fingers roll. you tense up at his statement, breathing in slowly.

"yeah, well, i wasn't either." you state, letting out a short but quiet laugh.

he raises his eyebrows at your statement. you notice, considering your eyes never left him.

the door opens abruptly before you hear connie speak. "y/n, i have to go get sasha. i don't really wanna leave you here by yourself but i have to go, like, right now," his eyes staring at you, you tilt your head at him before deciding to speak. "is she okay?"

"yeah, i think so, i'll be back to pick you up in about an hour, okay?" he raises his eyebrows as he waits for a response.

"okay," you say hesitantly, dragging the word out. you're suddenly getting nervous, only because you're about to be stuck in a stranger's house. alone. with him.

"ah, how familiar, huh?" eren breathes out, a small chuckle leaving his lips, referring to last night.

"unfortunately."

eren parts his lips at your reply, turning his head to look at you slowly before looking back at the blunt, running the lighter across it to seal the wrap.

"well, that's not very nice, babe," he says before placing the blunt between his lips, briskly bringing the flame to the end of it.

you roll your eyes at the name he called you. you hear him sharply inhale before he pulls the blunt from between his lips and hands it to you. you accept, taking it between your fingers.

it had been about 30 minutes, the blunt had been finished for a couple minutes now and you and eren were sitting in tense silence. you weren't really sure if it was only you that thought it was tense though.

he still looked so pretty. basically the same as last night, but this time his hair was down and it was longer than you thought.

you caught yourself staring for longer than you should've, mentally cursing yourself. you shifted your gaze to the wall in front of you, running your tongue along your bottom lip.

you felt a warm, gentle hand on the side of your cheek, moving your head back to the side. you were met with eren's face dangerously close to yours.

"you didn't have to look away," he leans in closer. "do i make you nervous?"

you just stare at him, your eyes wide as you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. "fuck it." you thought before leaning in, your lips met with his soft ones.

he immediately reciprocates as the hand that was now on your cheek moves to the back of your neck. your head tilts slightly, deepening the kiss before you shift your body to face him. he pulls back slowly, only to move his body, his back now flush against the couch. his hand falls from your neck to pat his lap.

you comply, leaning up and swinging your leg over his, straddling his lap before you lean close to him, brushing your lips over his before you rest one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck. he's warm.

he leans in this time, your lips meeting his once again. you let out a small hum at the gesture before leaning into him. the kiss was slow and steady.

his tongue drags across your bottom lip, begging for entrance to your mouth. his hands rest on your hips, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. you feel his cool fingers graze against your skin giving you instant goosebumps.

you part your lips, his tongue immediately exploring your mouth. your hand moving up to his hair, your fingers getting tangled. you grip gently before you move up slightly, only to press your hips down on his lap.

he grunts quietly against your lips, his hands now completely under your shirt, one of his hands trailing up your back. you grind down gently as you feel him pull away from your lips. he soon trails wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck. you move your head back and close your eyes at the feeling of his lips against your skin, letting out a small breath.

the hand that was on his shoulder is resting under his jaw, you now grinding on his lap slightly faster than before as let out a small whine at the feeling.

"that's right, baby," he breathes out against your skin, beginning to suck and nip above your collarbone.

your body freezes as you hear a car door shut outside. you snap back into reality and you pull back from him, your hands press on his chest to gently push him back.

"what the fuck?" you ask, your eyebrows pulled together as you move off of him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them out from under your shirt in the process. you sit down on the couch where you were previously sitting before you look over at him. he has a smug look on his face. he knew what he was doing. what a fucking asshole.

"what, babe," he says. "you were the one that kissed me, remember?" he smirks slightly, tilting his head.

you look at him vacantly. "i don't know what you're talking about." you lie. he laughs, shaking his head before leaning up.

your phone vibrates in your pocket.

connie: here. sorry

you quickly read the text before you look back at eren. "connie's here." you say quietly, now embarrassed at your previous actions.

"i figured." he says, standing up and running a hand through his hair.

you stand up as well, making your way towards the door. eren reaches in front of you to pull the door open. "bye," you say, walking out of his house. you turn back to look at him, he was leaning against the doorway. he looked good.

you shake your head and blink quickly at the thought before getting in the car with connie, him getting hit by the very familiar scent of weed.

"are you okay?" connie immediately interrogates.

"yes, con, i'm okay." you let out, looking over at him, meeting his eyes. he scans your face before nodding. "we just smoked, that's it."

he nods, before pulling out of eren's driveway.

again, the car ride back was silent.

arriving back at your shared dorm, you walk in, immediately heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. you pull out your phone, noticing you had a text.

eren: had fun ;)

you cannot fucking believe you kissed eren. you made a promise to not get involved with anyone like that, especially not now. you wanted to completely get over armin before trying anything.

but maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[yatosluvr]

kiss me more | eren jaeger

summary: eren is bored with everyone he meets until he meets you.

warning: 18+ minors please dni. strong language, drug use. let me know if i missed anything!

fem!reader.

word count: 2.5k

part 2 here.

a/n: this is purely for fun. i never write anything but i plan on making this a series??? hope u enjoy! :D

"y/n, just come with us," connie insists, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, his hands in his pockets and his head cocked to the side. "you'll have fun. you need to leave the house a little more, you know?" he lets out a small sigh.

you roll your eyes at his comment before closing them out of slight frustration, inhaling slowly. "okay, con." you breathe out quietly, opening your eyes to meet his.

you truly weren't planning on spending your friday night at a stupid college party, surrounded by a bunch of drunk, sweaty people. you don't mind a good party, though.

you throw your blanket off of your body, feeling the cool air hit your body instantly before you slide out of your bed.

"okay, cool! sasha is gonna drive us." he stops for a second, shifting his hand inside his pocket to grab his phone, pulling it out to check the time, his eyes squinting slightly. "she should be here in about an hour. that enough time for you to get ready?"

you and connie shared a dorm, not that you can complain. connie had been one of your best friends since junior high, he had always been there for you, helped you with anything he possibly could. he wants the best for you, and you know that. he's noticed that you have been struggling a little bit so lately he's been pushing you to leave your dorm, to go with him to parties and whatnot but you always turn him down. you just couldn't be bothered.

"should be, i think." you give him a small smile, scrunching your nose up at him. "now, get out." you walk towards him, your hand coming in contact with his clothed chest as you lightly push his body back, your other hand on the back of your door, closing it.

biting down on your bottom lip in thought, you open your closet, scanning your eyes over your wardrobe as you try to figure out something to wear. deciding on a white skirt that falls a little higher than the middle of your thighs, pairing it with an oversized black and white striped long sleeved shirt, just enough for the bottom of the skirt to show, and a pair of solid black shoes.

you throw the outfit on with a satisfied look on your face before you turn over to your dresser, leaning in to view your face. dark circles are prominent under your eyes, sighing as you notice them. "damn," you mutter, grabbing your concealer and applying a little amount under your eyes in an attempt to hide the dark circles. nodding to yourself, you continue to apply a small amount of makeup. a little bit of eyeliner, followed by a generous amount of mascara on your top and bottom lashes and a little bit of red lip tint and lipgloss to top it off. you didn't feel like doing your hair, just brushing through it and tucking it behind your ears.

sucking in a sharp breath, you grab your phone and walk out of your room. "connie!" you yell out, checking the time on your phone as you walk into the kitchen to find connie and sasha standing there, engaging in small conversation. you give sasha a genuine smile.

"ready?" connie asks, a toothy smile appearing. you give him a slight nod.

you follow sasha through the doors of a very expensive looking house, getting hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol. connie turns around, leaning towards you. "i think sasha and i are gonna hang out in the back, if you need anything." his warm breath hits your ear as he speaks. you lean back, glancing up at him before giving him a small grin.

gently pushing through the people that are crowding each room, you end up in the kitchen. you let out a sigh of relief as you see that there's not as many people in here, only you and a couple of others. you end up making yourself a drink of fruit punch and what you think is vodka. you lean against the counter, sipping your drink as you scrunch your face up at the familiar taste. scanning your eyes over the insane amount of people in each room, slightly nodding your head at the music that was playing.

your eyes land on a group of guys surrounding the coffee table in the living room, small white capsules scattered across the table, along with a rolling tray full of weed. you run your tongue across your bottom lip, making your way over there with your drink still in your hand.

you sat down on the couch, a considerable amount of space between you and a blonde-haired man, a tall dark-haired man sat across from him, wearing a grey shirt, a zip-up jacket covering his arms. he was attractive, you'll admit but that's not what you came over here for.

"hey," the blonde-haired guy leaned over to you. a confused expression covered your features, eyebrows furrowed together. he chuckles at the sight. "don't get all tense, i was just going to ask you if you know how to roll," he trails off. "yeah, i do." you say, with a small smile appearing on your glossy lips.

you sat your cup on the table, scooting up on the cushion so you're closer to the table. "i'm reiner, by the way," the blonde starts. "and he's eren." he motions towards the man sitting across from him. he looks over to you at the mention of his name, a blank expression covering his face as he gives you a small nod. your gaze lingers, he notices and raises his eyebrows slightly. you click your tongue, turning your head back towards the table, shaking your head a bit.

you know who eren is, you've heard girls around campus mention his name before. never really bad things, but you're under the impression that he has a lineup of girls waiting to be with him.

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n." you give reiner a smile. "bring the tray over here."

the wrap was ready, you start packing the weed into it, your fingers being careful as to not spill any. you notice somebody staring right at you, not entirely sure who it is, not like you care anyway. once you've decided that enough has been packed, you bring the wrap up to your mouth. your tongue and lips come in contact with it, the taste of blueberry meeting your tongue. you pull back only slightly, your fingers starting to press the brown leaf over the other side. repeating the same motion, your eyes trail up to meet a pair of emerald ones.

your eyebrows raise up in a mocking way, continuing to run your tongue and lips over the wrap, pulling back once more to finish it. still maintaining eye contact with eren. a small smirk tugs on your lips, holding the now wrapped blunt between your index and thumb, smiling goofily before breaking eye contact to look at reiner. "pretty good, huh?" you nudge him a little bit. he lets out a small laugh, nodding at you.

"so, who wants first hit?"

about 10 or so minutes later, the blunt was almost finished. you sat back on the couch, reiner had left to go somewhere, you didn't know and you didn't ask. the blunt was being passed between you and eren, not making much conversation. he leans forward, standing up. your red and glossy eyes look up, a frown pulling at your lips as you notice he was still holding the small blunt between his fingers. but to your surprise, he was making his way over to the couch you were sitting on. the mixed drink is now back in your hands, you cross your legs before you feel the couch cushion move beside you. looking over beside you, noticing eren was sitting beside you. "your hit." he says flatly. you shake your head at him, letting him know you're done. he nods in response, setting it in the ashtray.

"aren't you friends with connie," eren says, leaning back on the couch. his long arm reaching over to rest on the back of the couch, but on the opposite side that you were sitting on. "connie springer?" he continues, his head leaning back, looking up at the ceiling before looking at you. your head was down, looking into your drink. you had drunk more than you thought you did. once you realize his question, you turn your gaze to his.

"maybe, why?" you question. your head was feeling light, not sure if it was from your drink or the blunt you just smoked. maybe both

raising his eyebrows once more at your question, his eyes blinking in an almost rude way. "um," he starts, his gaze moving back towards the ceiling. "you look familiar, that's all."

"oh," biting down on your lip, sighing quietly. you really weren't expecting him to be so.... boring. you shake your head at the thought.

in reality, he knows who you are. he knows you're connie's friend, he was just trying to make conversation. he averts his gaze over to you for a split second, noticing you biting down on your lip. he breathes in slowly.

it's true that eren has girls waiting in line for a chance with him. he's just emotionally unavailable, unapologetically so. parties aren't really his thing either, he just comes for the drugs, mostly. talking to some of his friends here and there.

"yeah, i am," you say, both of your hands resting on your red cup. eren's eyebrows pull together, darting his tongue over his bottom lip before leaning closer to you, his face significantly closer to yours.

"sorry, what was that?" his breath fans over the side of your face. your nose fills with the smell of marijuana and light cologne. a smug look on your face, you turn towards him, your eyes scanning over his face before meeting his once again. leaning closer to him, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. "i said yeah, i am." you repeat softly, your face heating up at your sudden boldness. despite that, you pull back.

he hums in response.

you were starting to feel slightly nervous, you weren't exactly sure why though. you already knew he was attractive, but he wasn't necessarily what you would consider to be nice. he's definitely not what you thought he would be like, considering the things you've heard about him. none of that really matters, though.

you inhale slowly, your head now leaning back to rest on the back of the couch but instead, it lands on something a little bit.. softer? your head moves up and then turns to look behind you. your eyes widen slightly out of confusion as you realize it was eren's arm that you had just rested your head on. you immediately look at him, an embarrassed laugh escapes your mouth. "i, uh, sorry?" you say, still a little confused. "i didn't mean to, like," you stumble over your words, opening your mouth to speak again before eren cuts you off. "don't worry about it, beautiful." he states with a wink, his arm never moving. when did he even move his arm behind you? you didn't think about it more than you had to.

you roll your eyes with a smile, shaking your head. a light pink covering your cheeks at the gesture as you lean over to place your cup on the table beside of the couch you were sitting on. you notice him move closer to you again, copying your motions. his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear before speaking. "you know, if you ever need anything," motioning towards the unknown pills, and weed, on the table. "let me know."

you're surprised to hear that, your lips parting slightly. out of all the things you thought eren was, it was most definitely not a fucking drug dealer.

"i don't rea-" you start to say before you're cut off. again.

"let me see your phone, pretty girl," he says while leaning back, looking at you intently. you stare at him for a second, baffled at his statement before complying. you reach beside your leg to grab your phone, shortly unlocking it and handing it to him. he grabs it with long fingers, his eyes shifting to your phone.

he's so god damned pretty. his hair is tied back while small pieces of hair frame his face. prominent features. his green eyes compliment him so well, and not to mention he smells good. he's intimidating, though. not that you think it's a bad thing, of course.

you take the time to scan over his features a little longer before he gives you a light smile, his features softening only enough for you to notice before handing your phone back.

"see you around," he says before careful moving his arm from behind you to stand up, you watch his movements. you're still a little shocked by the information you just got from him. then he walks away, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you look down at your phone to see his contact name. eren:). you press your lips together in thought. you are a first year, but surely you would've known about eren by now, right? as much as you and connie smoke? sasha too. it makes sense as to why you hear people talk about him so much. but you guess it's one of those things that just goes unsaid.

you sigh to yourself, alone again before you feel your phone vibrate in your hand. you look down at the sudden notification.

connie: you ok

you smile slightly before typing to reply.

you: yea, where are u

as soon as you send the message, you see connie and sasha standing in the kitchen, their faces slightly red from drinking. you stand up to walk towards them, now forgetting about your drink. sasha notices you before walking towards you, meeting you halfway.

"so, i saw you sitting with eren," she starts, slightly looking down at you with a serious look on her face. "i'm not telling you what to do or anything, but he has a bad rep. just, be careful." she nods, waiting for your reply.

"yeah," you sigh. "i haven't heard much about him until now. does connie know him?" you question to the brown haired girl. her serious expression falters, her normal expression taking over her face as she smiles brightly. "well, yeah! where do you think the weed comes from?" she giggles.

you nod slowly, still kind of confused but you decide to just drop it. coming to the conclusion that it's not that important to stress over.

"anyways, connie was just texting you and wondering if you were ready to go." you nod at her, you both making your way over to connie.

waking up the next morning, you felt fine. thanking the gods that you didn't have class today, you slowly sit up and pick your phone up.

eren: hey, you busy today?