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."
