Teacher Levi X reader / lemon / smutty

fuckup child

An;
I'm using the word 'fuck' a lot. Like, too much?
Let me know down below.
Idk what to do with this?
Fuck it.
Fluff? Lemon? Smut? Probably some fluffy AF smut.
☁️☁️☁️...🍋
As per.
"Well?" You asked, laying on your side and staring into his grey orbs.
"Well what?" His voice was soft, and unusual for him...
what was he thinking?
Suddenly his just spits out these... words. That's all they are, but they hurt, all the same...
"You're such a child" he laughs, clearly not registering the shock on your face.
"Levi, what the fuck?" (TAE FUCK? :)
"What? I'm just stating a fact! Look sweetheart don't get-"
You stand up, pulling on his dirty shirt, that all of a sudden feels scratchy and too big and uncomfortable (😣)
"Y/n!" He watches you walk out, doubt playing like a broken record on your mind, saying 'perhaps this isn't right?'
You hear him huff, and it's clear you're going to argue.
Very clear.
His footsteps slowly follow, along with the once comforting sound of his hand sliding down the banister.
"Look, that's not what I meant... I just meant... well..." he scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know what I meant... but it wasn't what I said... look please I don't want to argue with you"
At this point, something gives. Something big.
You pull the sleeve of his shirt down, gently dabbing at your eyes as if he wouldn't see.
"Oh y/n, why are you crying? No oh no-" he moves from the back of the sofa to you, and starts to stroke small circles on the gap between your shoulder blades. He'll never know how soothing that is to you.
He sits next to you, side on, whilst you make an last-ditch attempt at drying your eyes.
"Levi, I know you could do better, okay? You basically said it yourself! I'm A CHILD. You're my teacher! Why would you want me? "
He takes a deep breath.
"Because I love you, Y/N. And appreciate how hard that is for me to say"
You stare into his stunning grey eyes, and the tension shifts between you.
"Levi, I'm sor-"
"Shhh, I'm sorry, Y/N. You're not a child. You know more about me than anybody ever has"
By this point you're cradled in his arms, gently rocking back and forth, making you almost sleepy.
His hands are cold, but his heart is warm.
(FUCK THIS IS LONG. )
After all, he loves you.
He picks you up, collected in his arms, up to your bed, tucking you in and kissing you until you sleep. You feel yourself go limp, slipping into a dream about him.
READ ON, MY GOOD READERS.