Teacher Levi X reader / lemon / smutty

The stresses of a tecaher

Need I say it? 🍋👀 might have to play the song a few times :)
"Levi?" You half gasped, half whimpered.
"What?" he replied, his usually velvety voice sounding rough and harsh. He snaps his head from the television to you, controller in one hand, beer in the other, propped up against the corner of his sofa, stretched out and tense against the seat. His tie is loose around his neck and his white shirt is open, matching with his grey joggers, just as usual.
"I'm stressed" he said, eyes hard as stone and boring into your soul.
"We've had this conversation before, when you get stressed, don't turn to beer. Please"
"What do you expect me to do?" His voice softens a little as you come closer, still wearing his shirt open, exposing enough of your bra to turn him on and shorts that are just a little too short on the arse and a little too big on the waist, showing off the perfect curve of your hip bones that jut out of your skin just enough.
"Levi, do you really need to ask? Just talk to me" you try and reason with him, but you can see there's something on his mind.
"what's wrong, Levi?" you kneel down and lean on the edge of the seat, his eyes to follow you, tracing every step, every movement you make, every breath.
"it's nothing, really..." you search his face for a sign of the man you love. He tries to avoid your gaze until he looks up. His eyes lock onto yours. There is a hunger in his usually beautiful grey eyes, which means he's stopping himself from grabbing you.
He leaks in and gently kisses you, holding you like he always did, his and around your small-framed face.
"Levi? Why did you stop yourself?" You ask, in and out of kisses.
He stops kissing you, and just holds your face in his big hands, your foreheads resting on each others.
"Because you're the first person i've ever loved, properly loved, and it scares me. I don't want to loose you, Y/N"
"You won't, Levi. You definitely won't. I love you" you move yourself so you're sat on his lap, facing him. He sits up, his hands immediately curving round your back and into your hair. You kiss for a while, until you feel him shift under you.
"Still stressed?" You ask, teasing him.
"That depends, what happens if I say yes?" He jokes back.
"Find out" you say, dismounting him and taking his hand, leading him to where you both want to go.
CLIFFHANGER.