You sat in the back of the classroom toying around with your pencil. Spinning it through your finger tips, and tapping it on the desk until the girl in front of you told you to 'cram it.'
"Ackerman's class drags," You tell your friend (F/N), who was seated beside you.
"Oi, you two brats in the back better be paying attention or I might have to fail you and I don't suppose you know what that means?" Ackerman said, pausing the lesson to prove his point.
You froze, sure he was small but damn is he terrifying.
"I don't know, what does it mean Mr. Ackerman Sir?" You ask him sassily.
"You'll have to retake the class," He said to you like it was the worst thing ever.
"Aw come on that can't be so ba-" You said, getting cut off.
"With me," He said in a dark, taunting voice.
"FUCK THAT!" You exclaim, almost hearing the woosh of heads snapping to look in your direction.
"One more mess up and you know what the consequence will be, right (Y/N)?" He said, glaring at you from the front of the room.
Of course you knew.
Detention.
But since you were you, you just forgot about it and decided to take a nap right there in the middle of class because what's the harm? The class was halfway over and it was the last period of the day. With that in mind you lay your head upon your forearm and drifted off to the soft drone of Ackerman's voice.
~Approximately One Hour Later~
You lifted your head off your arm, surveying the room. You realized that you were in Ackerman's classroom.
"Where is everyone?" You say groggily.
"Ah the brat awakens, they left about an hour ago after school ended. But you decided that the middle of my lesson was the greatest time ever to sleep so it is your fault." You hear Ackerman say behind you.
"Oh okay, guess I can leave now," You say, standing up and starting to put your books away. Suddenly you felt a strong hand push down on your shoulder and another latch onto your wrist. You were pressed back into your seat and stopped abruptly from packing up.
"Where do you think you're going brat?" He said, mouth pressed onto your ear from behind.
"H-home?" You state, well it came out as more of a question then a statement.
"You aren't going anywhere anytime soon brat," He says, licking your earlobe.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" You exclaim, trying to get out of his firm hold.
"Don't act like you don't plead for this every day," He says, moving on to your neck, grazing your skin lightly with his lips.
"What do you mean, I never asked for this!" You shout, causing him to cover your mouth with his hand.
"You didn't ask, I can see it in your eyes and the way you speak to me, oh and your body language is a major giveaway," He said, standing you up and carrying you to his desk, plopping you on top.
"Yeah well . . . you're unattractive!" You say, lying your ass off.
"Mm, am I?" He said, moving in for your lips.
"No, wait yes . . . I meant to say yes!" You say, this time you covered his mouth with your hand. He proceeded to lean forward till your lips were set on the opposite side of your hand. He closed his eyes and started to kiss your hand.
"What are you doing Mr. Ackerman?" You say while shoving him back, blushing profusely.
"I think it's called a stage kiss, but of course you wouldn't know that," He said, taking a seat on his chair.
"What do you mean by that?" You say, pouting.
"Tch, you're cute but I'm getting these 'I've never been kissed' vibes radiating off of you," He said, smirking.
"Yeah well . . . matter of fact I've been kissed plenty of times, you're just getting the wrong vibe!" You tell him, making excuses.
"Oh yeah? Well then prove it to me ," He said, grabbing you from the legs and sliding you down into his lap.
Damn he's smooth.
He connected his forehead with yours and you started to feel woozy.
Then it actually happened. He first teased you, pecking you softly twice. But right when he was about to peck you a third time you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him roughly. After a few minutes you pulled away and hid your face in his neck.
"See I knew you wanted me," He whispered into your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
"No I don't, you just asked me to prove it," You say, trying to get off of his lap but were brought back down and into another kiss. This one differed from the last, you tangled your fingers in his hair and he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs. Eventually you had to pull away because you could barely breath.
"I love you," You whisper.
"Hm? Can you repeat that please?" He said jokingly.
"No way in hell am I repeating that!" You say, hiding your face in your hands.
"Please, for me?" He pleaded.
"Ugh fine whatever, I love you Mr. Ackerman," You say, thoroughly embarrassed.
"It's Levi, and I already knew that brat."
