STATISTICALLY SEDUCED (Professor Levi x Student Reader)

Chapter #9

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August, 8th - Saturday

The first thing you realized when you woke up the next morning was how tightly you were bundled up with soft blankets and surprisingly, another human's body. Not being used to sleeping with another person, this caused an immediate panicking sensation to take over your groggy mind. You tried to twist yourself to see whose hand was cupping your naked breast as hot breath washed over your skin at equal intervals but the owner of the arm held you close to their body, making it impossible for you to move. The other arm seemed to spread out beneath your head, like a pillow and the sight of pale skin calmed your senses as you recognized the veinous, muscular forearm of your teacher's body. That, and the aroma of Levi's clean, patchouli scented shower gel, which your nose had gotten very familiar with, had your nerves relaxing instantly.

Your legs were entangled as well, his crotch pressing comfortably against your derriere as he snoozed peacefully. You felt warm and safe in his embrace, feeling his body heat seep into your skin. You decided to snuggle back in and sleep a little late as it was a Saturday. Unfortunately for you, no matter how hard you tried to fall into Dreamland, your brain would not reciprocate the need to sleep. Your body was too energetic and it was time for you to get up or lie motionless in bed until your lover woke up as well.

Picking the first option, you carefully squirmed your way out of Levi's tight grasp, slipping underneath while carefully sliding your legs that were twisted with his own. You didn't want to wake him up, considering he was probably tired out from last night. He grumbled slightly as you escaped his prison hold but did not wake up, much to your relief. You placed the blankets around his sleeping form and ran your fingers through his hair, smiling. He looked so cute and less grumpy when he slept, which made him look less intimidating. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his brow, feeling your chest burst with newfangled emotions.

A sharp pain fizzed up your thigh and pulsed in your walls, making you gasp in shock as you doubled over. You found it difficult to walk properly and had to limp slightly in order to refrain from hurting your core too much. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. His cock is so fucking thick. I did ask him to basically tear me apart. So this is what rough sex feels like. You just hoped you didn't actually rip anything inside from his harsh thrusting. You didn't notice any blood.

You first walked into the bathroom to do provide some relief to your bladder and grimaced at the whitish yellow crusting that had formed as a result of your leaking body fluids and his semen. The need for a fresh shower was not as demanding so you used the detachable shower to rinse your thighs with warm water, removing any and all residue. You giggled as you noticed a small bucket in the corner of the shower chamber which had the white towel soaking in some sort of liquid to prevent staining.

Once you cleaned yourself, you looked around his counter curiously, trying to locate his toiletries. It was a bit of a struggle but you soon realized that unlike normal people, Levi kept his toiletries in a drawer instead of a holder. You opened up all the drawers and to your joy, found a half open pack of toothbrushes. You stole one for yourself, brushing your teeth and washing your face using his Men's face wash. You victoriously placed your toothbrush next to his inside the drawer. Not that you had still defined a relationship with him but it was clear that there was strong feelings from both sides so you felt confident he wouldn't rebuke too much against your girlfriend-ish actions.

Skipping out of his room in the nude as you had your bag of clothes still locked inside of his car, you peeked around the rest of the upper floor as you were never given a proper tour from the short man. The other side of the floor housed his walk-in closet and changing room, a small room dedicated just for his cleaning equipment and a study room. The study room was more of a converted bedroom, with a table in the centre instead of a bed. His desktop computer was placed on the table with his printer and several books were arranged in the corner. There was a tiny bookshelf for his files and and his WiFi router was connected to a plug-in in the corner of the room.