Teacher Levi X reader / lemon / smutty

Lucky hands

This has fallen into a slight pattern? Like sexy, not sexy, sexy, not sexy...
is this what you guys are into nowadays? Really?
...
dodgey.
-Herold

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It's gonna be a sexy one 😉🍋❤️
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"Mmm"
"Oh, that's so good" levi whined, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure.
"Damn, Levi. Your neck-"
"I know. Don't stare." His short, muffled reply gave everything you needed.
"These pancakes are the best" he whispered, so quietly you almost couldn't even hear him.
You nodded in agreement and begun to giggle when a drip of lemon and sugar began to ease out the corner of his perfect mouth, falling down his chin just ever so slightly. It was the perfect moment. Ellie was at school, he was going to work in half an hour, you had the day off- perhaps it was fate. You stand up and move behind him. He put his head back again to see you, and he looked so vulnerable. You kissed him, making sure to lick up the traces of lemon and sugar from his chin.
"Someone's hungry."
That simple statement was all it took to set you off, pulling him out of his chair, hands tied up in his hair, fingers running along that sharp-as-ever jawline. Around his face, down his back, across his broad shoulders- nails gently digging in to the muscle coating his bone.
"Mmm. What's happened to you? I have to go to wor-"
"Levi, I don't care. I want you to take me, right here, right now - - Please?"
You strut behind him, stroking his neck and back down his shoulders, taking in as much as you could of his body under that white shirt that you could've ripped off in a second.
"Y/n... I don't know if right now is-"
You sink a kiss on his neck, right under his jawline. His head tips back, and you know you have him reeled in- he's all yours.
"Why'd you go and do that? Now I've got to have you." His responses were short and he was breathing heavily already.
Before you had time to pull him into the bedroom, he'd undone his shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist. He picked you up and pushed you onto the table in the middle of the room. You arch into him, running a hand low- lower than you should- but above where he would want it. You tease, test the limit of his body, trace his shoulders while he did the same, running his own exploration mission around your body, despite knowing every inch and curve already. You arch further into him, letting him into every breath. Every secret. Everything. He grabbed onto the bottom of your shirt, yanking it over your head, exposing your day-to-day bra. It was boring, but he didn't care. This was love. Between breaths, he managed to whisper into the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your body.
"Lets go" and he'd whisked you off the table, legs around his hips, his strong arms around your waist and tangled in your y/c hair. Your hands roaming his body and his raven hair. You felt the wall against your back and released your legs from round his waist to the floor, except with his speed and skill, he caught your right leg, keeping it bent up, meaning you had to arch further into his hips. You felt his crotch push against you, and knew- you were going to get fucked to high hell.