#zeke x yn

Who wants a lil sneak peek? There’s so little content out there for the stinky Monke and I have a terrible need for more. So of course I’ll just write my own. Hope this scratches someone else’s itch too.

Here’s some mean Zeke for ya

Pairing: College Professor Zeke Yeager x T.A. Reader

“Listen to me,” his stern tone and iron grip on your waist snapped you to attention, eyes locking on his. He looked absolutely wrecked. Thick, blonde tresses were beginning to stick to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat forming. His brow was lowered and those steely eyes sparkled with some dangerous emotion you couldn’t pinpoint behind his skewed frames.

“I can turn you out into that hallway right now and get myself off without having to deal with a brat tonight,” he punctuates his statement with a firm smack to your right hip, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out, “What I’m gonna do to you, what I have planned for tonight… you either open that slutty mouth and give me verbal consent or you take your ass out of here and find some college kid to fumble around with that puts up with this shitty behavior. Some boy that does whatever you want but still leaves you craving something only I can give you. The choice is yours. But this is the last time I’m asking you,” he inches ever so slightly closer, his lips an inch from yours. You can smell the cigarette he just put out and a lingering scent of spearmint underneath, “Do you want to stop?”

“N-no…” you manage to squeak out. You hate how small you sound, but his speech deterred you from defying him again. The thought of him turning you away was unbearable now that you’d felt his touch.