levi x reader (LEMON/LIME/SMUT) teacher and student

intro

you sat in class waiting for your math teacher. you were never necessarily fond of math, but you needed it to move on to college and get jobs in your future.

the classroom were as boring as ever. white walls, grey floor, windows at one side, and on the other a lonely door, strangely without a window on it. the room was filled with desks and chairs and in the front were a teachers desk and a really comfortable chair with wheels on the bottom. that kind that spins. behind the chair were a blackboard with a little shelf on the bottom with chalk laying on top of it. it looked like any other classroom

the worst thing about math was your teacher. he was old and grumpy and his hair was so curly he got called nazi puddle or adolf puddler, or something along those lines. all the kids hated him and he hated them back.

the past semester were terrible, and your parents wouldn't let you get off the hook about your math grade. they didn't let you go celebrate new years eve with your friends because of it.

you sat at your desk doodling something in your notebook when you heard the girls in your class gossiping. "i heard that we are getting a new teacher," after this sentence you got intruiged "yeah, i heard the new one are super hot," you now lost interest.

you heard the door opened and you looked up too se if it was the new math teacher. black hair, and gray eyes. stern look, but incredibly beautiful features. yup, the girls were right. the new teacher were super hot. maybe he was a cool young teacher who everyone liked.

he started to write his name on the blackboard, along with what we were to learn this class. he turned around and picked up a ruler. what the...you thought. it was one of those long ones made out of wood. oh no, this year isn't going to change.

"my name is mr. Ackerman. i am your new teacher as of today." his voice were stern, but oddly enticing. through out his introduction he slapped his ruler lightly on his other hand. interesting, you thought. he kept this going when he did a name call, and when he came to your name he slapped his hand a little harder. "yes" was all you said, trying to sound careless, but sadly you could hear the excited fright in your voice.

you stared at him, holding your breath, not listening to his talking about the rules in his class. when he turned around to write down pages with tasks to do you let out your breath thinking why am i like this?

-----time skip-----

it was the end of your lesson and you hadn't done a shit. you didn't bother too. you got a passable grade before christmas by doing the same, so why not this time too?

when the bell rang you had scribbled down different pieces of art on a whole page. you heard mr. ackerman talking about homework (that you had no intension of doing what so ever).

you walked last out of your classroom, you were about too put your headphones on as you heard your new teacher. "can you please come here for a second miss (l/n)" you turned on your heels and looked annoyed at him.

he sat down on his wheely/spinny chair and laid down the ruler on the desk in front of him. you walk up in front of the desk and asked "what is it mr. Ackerman" you said in an lazy tone.

"your grades. they need to improve" he looked at you waiting for a reaction. you breathed heavily and answered with a simple "i know" he looked at you and you looked at him. you looked each other deep in the others eyes as if you read on another. staring at each other for some minutes until the bell ringed. you turned and quickly walked out.

your face flushed and you breathed heavily.

this is going to bee an interesting semester