warnings: m!masturbation, voyerism, alcohol, smoking, age gap (15 years), me pushing my smitten!Levi agenda
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Levi Ackerman was an esteemed and recognized sociology professor. Stern, was strict, and to the point in all of his lectures. Most of his classes kept quiet, trying to take notes while he talked fast and went through PowerPoint slides like it was the morning paper.
You had been working hard for that teacher's aide position for two years when you finally got the acceptance email. It was no secret on campus that Professor Ackerman's assistants worked closely with him and got accepted into prestigious firms right after college, with his recommendation of course.
It was also no secret that Professor Ackerman was incredibly good-looking. His veiny arms and broad shoulders made up for his short height and the way his raven hair fell over his rectangular seeing glasses was so...
"y/n." his stern voice shook you out of your thoughts. Crap. The whole auditorium was staring at you. "the papers." was all he said before going back to his laptop. You looked down at your hands, realizing you were holding the class's tests for more than you should. You cleared your throat and went through the auditorium, leaving a stack of papers in front of each student. As you walked down, your eye caught his.
Levi noticed everything. He noticed how today you were wearing lipgloss instead of your usual lipstick, he noticed the rip in your tights that went down the back of your leg, your new platform loafers, and the beads of sweat on your forehead. Levi Ackerman was not the kind of man who would catch feelings for a student, but you were so...good.
Yes, at first he thought you were very attractive, and maybe that's why he always rejected your aide application. But he also got to know you better every time you replied to one of his questions. You were the only student brave enough to raise their hand, and he appreciated that. Sooner than later, you stayed back every day after class to clean up the mess of loose papers and pens, and before he knew it he was smitten.
Maybe it was the way you brushed against him to clean the board and shut the projector, a timid apology escaping your lips, or the way you weren't afraid to challenge him in a theoretical conversation about archaic philosophy during class.
Or maybe...shit, how long have I been staring? Levi looked away and cleared his throat when he noticed you trying to contain your smile.
The class was over and you were going through your usual routine, marking leftover questionnaires from the last lecture as he went through tomorrow's one.
"sir, I'm wondering about..." you rolled your chair across the auditorium's stage, holding onto his desk to stop the chair, "this one." you pointed at a question on the paper.
Levi was not one to lose his temper, but he was finding it very hard to contain himself when your knee was touching his and your perfume could reach his brain through his nose.
