STATISTICALLY SEDUCED (Professor Levi x Student Reader)

Chapter #3

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June, 14th - Sunday

Another two and a half months passed by swiftly. Between studying and dancing, you didn't have much time to be alone and enjoy what the world had to offer. It didn't matter what you decided to do, whether it was just window shopping or strolling through the streets, admiring what the city had to offer. The silence of nature was enthralling. You loved going out alone, an activity that often had you getting lost. Eren thought you were weird for preferring the company of solitude over actual humans but it was a force of habit that you were not changing anytime soon.

You had always been a bit of an introvert, willing to stay locked in your room for hours on end with just your phone and food than sit around with a bunch of people who you shared zero interests with. Unless you really clicked with someone, you refused to socialize and spend your personal hours with them, feeling satisfied with just general acquaintance.

This of course changed after meeting many of your college-mates. Eren and Armin were your buddies and Mikasa was practically your best friend now. You also found Krista and Annie's company enjoyable along with some of the other advanced male choreographers, Jean and Connie.

On the other hand, you were also getting used to Levi being around you a lot. It wasn't really difficult for either party as you had his lectures everyday and private lessons at the end of every week. You tried to limit your presence around him as it was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain yourself from doing something sexual to your teacher.

It wasn't that you were a sex fiend; no, not at all. It was just that he was so attractive in more ways than one and you were easily drawn to him. You loved spending time with him, talking about inconsequential things and learning about each other. To an outsider, your friendly association would appear inappropriate but you could care less at this point.

You began to notice the little things, like how his clothes would tighten around his chest when he folded his arms and how those toned muscles bulged out of the sleeves of the material whenever he wore a tight shirt. Your Professor was definitely a ripped man, no doubt there. He would often fold up the sleeves of his shirt close to the elbow, exposing his ivory skin. During your one on one tutoring, you had a much clear view of the pale, bluish purple veins marring his flawless epiderm. You often lost sense of what you were doing and had to be slapped on the head by Levi to pay attention to what he was explaining.

It didn't just stop at staring. You would also tend to lose focus, gazing into nothing while imagining graphic scenes of what you would like to do to him. It always had you getting undeniably wet and bothered. Your fantasies grew heavier and heavier by the day, leading to your current predicament. Sadly, the mere thought of your relationship with him was the boundary you needed to restrict yourself from masturbating while thinking about the grumpy man.

To clear your mind off of things, you decided to go wandering around. Anything to stop your hand from automatically sliding into your panties.

It was a grey, slow, Sunday morning. The sun filtered through the clouds, signalling the end of the rain. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.

You stepped out into the street, dressed in a plaid tunic that just about covered your ass, tight yoga pants that accentuated your legs and flat, ankle hiking boots. Krista always complimented on the fact that your legs and ass were your best assets. You weren't too keen on revealing a lot of skin. Most of the clothes you wore to university consisted of jeans, leggings, hoodies, over-sized shirts similar to what you were currently wearing, and the occasional t-shirt. You owned plenty of sports bras since they were most convenient for dance practices but no sexy lingerie. You did have a one, torn dress that sat collecting dust in your closet and one miniskirt that somebody gifted you a long time back for your birthday that you never bothered to wear. Unless you absolutely had to, dresses and skirts were a big, fat no.