Levi X Reader One-Shot Stories

Teacher Levi X Student Reader Part 2

I am so sorry for leaving you guys hanging like this! I haven't been updating like I should because dumbass exams are coming up and I gotta study or else I'll be brutally murdered by my mother if I fail.
But I'll try to update when I can so wish me luck on the exams and vote, comment and share please.
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(FN's) POV

"Ok brats, today you'll be shading and blending with chalk pastels, so take out the things you need, " Levi- or should I say, Mr. Ackerman instructed the class.

We've been going out for a while now, after catching up with each other and sharing how our lives have been since we stopped seeing each other years ago.

Yes he's my teacher, but I honestly don't care. I'll leave high school soon anyway. Of course we have to keep things professional at school or else he could get in trouble with the law because of me and we don't want that happening. So in order to keep up the teacher-student act, I have to keep my distance and call him 'sir' or Mr. Ackerman at school.
Although sometimes, he can be a bit of a tease during school hours. For example:

*Flashback*

3 days ago...

"No (FN), watercolor obviously means that you use water to paint . You need to include more water, "

But I used the same amount of water he used on his demonstration so how does it need more water?!

"It looks exactly like what you d-"

"Here, let me show you," he interrupted me and came over my shoulder, his warm chest touching my back.

He placed both his arms around me and held my hands in his, guiding my hand that held the brush.

So why is his other hand around me?

He dipped the brush into the water and stroked gently across the page. My face grew warmer every time his breath tickled my neck.

Then I remembered that we were in class and well... You get the idea.

"Y-yeah I get it now sir!! Now gimme my personal space!" I blurted out and shoved him off of me.

He wore a triumphant smirk as he went to help other students.

Yesterday...

"Oi (FN), come help me clean this up, " he called to me as I was leaving the class after school.

I was the last student to leave because I was finishing up my work.

" Clean up what? "I asked, feeling suspicious.

"I have a huge problem and it's hard to get rid of so I need your help," he looked me up and down, biting his soft lips.

I blushed deep red at his seductive expression and how my dirty mind took that sentence.

Everything in that sentence sounded wrong.

"Come on (FN). Any longer and there may be an explosive mess..."he purred. "And that'll mean more work for you."

"JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" I asked feeling more and more flustered by the minute.

"What do you mean? The pipe in the art room has a leak and I need your help to fix it, or else the pressure will build up and it will explode," he said with his usual bland expression, as if he meant that the whole time. "Were you thinking of something else in that smutty mind of yours?" he asked with his mischievous smirk.