Teacher Levi X reader / lemon / smutty

"Look, Levi"

AN;
Just saying...
LOOK AT THAT SMOL BEAN! Sweet fucking dreams.
Look at him!
Holy shit.
SmOkeY LiTtLE BeAN
Okay, lets get on with this
-herold

"Look, Levi..."
"I know! I know?" He paced around the room, shaking his hands violently around his head, sometimes biting his nails.
"Look, I don't know how it happened, but it has... so what do we do about it?"
"Well I don't know!" He yelled. He never yells unless he's angry. Or hungry.
Maybe he's hungry.
You hope so.
Your tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, and you know he can't go forward with it, but then again, it wasn't his choice. Not really...
obviously he's got to have a say... after all, it is his also... but it's your body, right?
Yes. Feminism. Your body, your choice. But would he love you if you decided to go through with it?
Of course he would. He loves you.
You need him, Idiot. Why would you think otherwise?
"Levi, please-"
"Shut up, Y/N. I know I'm yours, but I'm still your teacher, and this is still illegal. No matter how close we are"
You wipe your tears and walk out. Just out, no coat, no jacket, nothing. Just your jeans and his billowing shirt to save you from the wind whipping away at you, tears stinging your eyes, your heart burning for him to take back all he said and wish nothing ever happened!
He stands at the door, calling your name as you storm down the street.
"Y/N!" Y/n! You know- come on- come back inside!" His voice flutters away like a feather in a storm.
You stay round the corner, wishing for him to come and find you, but he doesn't. You walk for a while, until you find the park you went to as a child. You sit on the swings, as if you could 'swing' away your problem. Or even problems...
you don't know how many of them there are. And you can't do this alone.
All of a sudden, the phone rings. For the first time in at least a few hours you check it and realise you have 7 missed calls from Levi. It rings again. You pick it up.
'Y/n? Where are you? Please I'm worried about you. Please just tell me, we can talk about this, please Y/N'
His voice makes you warm, as if his arms are round you, comforting you from the harsh outside world.
'Park.' You end the call, hoping he knows where you are, and five minuets later, there he is.
Lanky; compared to you, at least.
His shirt clings to him, his hair wild around him.
"Levi... "
"Shhh" be cuddles you close, pulling you into him in the way he always did to comfort you.
"Please, Y/N, come home?"
"O-O-Okay"
You sniff up, hoping that he will forgive you, after all;
You are pregnant.
And they're his.