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As you make your way towards Mr. Ackerman’s office, you try to suppress your nerves. Not only is he your Physics professor, he’s also your assigned advisor.
At 3:27 this morning, you noticed an email pop-up requesting to meet with him. The reason you remembered the exact time was because you were up studying.
All day you’ve been wondering what he could possibly need to talk to you about when there are only two projects and a final standing between you and graduation.
But you also kept wondering why he was up so late when he sent that message.
Was it your grades? It couldn’t be. You’ve always been a straight A student. Did something happen with your transcripts and now you won’t be able to graduate next week? There was a mix-up last month but you figured that was all worked out.
Before you knew it, you were standing in front of his door.
Not having enough courage to knock, you stare at the pearl doorknob. It was in the shape of a wing with dark blue flecks. As you start to trace the pattern, the door swings open and you are met face-to-face with your advisor.
“Miss Y/N?” Professor Ackerman addresses you, looking a little caught off guard.
“I, um-” Your brain battles for words.
“I was just about to step out. But please, come in.” He gestures to enter the office and as you step inside, he closes the door behind you.
You look around the room while taking a seat in front of his desk. Everything in here screams control freak. Not a single item appeared out of place.
On the far left, you notice a leather sofa and a matching coffee table, stacked with papers and a tea set. On the far right, a dark walnut bookshelf lined the entire wall. You squint your eyes to try reading some of the titles, when your advisor interrupts you.
“Tea?”
“Oh. Yes, thank you.”
You watch him walk to a small table with an already heated kettle, an assortment of tea bags lined in a wooden box, and two porcelain cups.
“I can see the worry on your face,” Levi hums while handing you a cup.
You perk up — realizing your poker face wasn’t working on him.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t ask to meet just to reprimand you.” He takes a sip of his tea. “Not exactly, at least.”
Running a finger along the rim of your cup, you found yourself studying the way he drinks. He wasn’t holding it the standard way with a finger through the handle. No … he was holding it by the rim itself. It was irrevocably and infuriatingly captivating to watch.
Now looking down at your drink, you decide to take a sip as well. It was a delicious brew of black tea. A warm malty flavor with a mild, wine-like hint of sweetness.
While you take another sip, Levi walks behind his desk to remove his suit jacket. As he hangs it on a peg rail, the view displayed causes you to choke on your last swallow. Through his fitted, white button-down shirt, there was no hiding how muscular he was underneath.
You try to cover your choke with a cough. However, with the way the corner of his mouth slightly turned up, you were afraid he already noticed.
“I called you in today to see how you were doing with finishing up your last semester,” he says while walking to the desk to grab his cup again. “Graduation is right around the corner so I want to ensure everything is running smoothly for you.”
Levi swigs the remainder of his tea and turns to face you … his hands now gripping the edge of his desk.
When you look up, Levi’s striking eyes are piercing straight into yours. Eyes that demand you to look at him and only him. Feeling tested, you set your cup down and stare back.
An old clock ticks in the background. Whatever Levi was playing at, you weren’t going to break contact first.
“Well, beyond the madness of thirty-page thesis papers and all-nighters to study for a certain professor’s theory on how the second law of thermodynamics could very well be a suspect as to why time seems to flow only in one direction, I would say I’m doing alright.”
Levi lets out a low chuckle paired with an amused smirk.
“I figured as much,” Levi crosses his arms, continuing the unbroken staring contest. “I wanted you to know that you have been one of the most notable students I’ve had the pleasure to teach and advise.”
His comment almost made you break your gaze. In the past four years, you have never heard such a compliment come from him. A sense of pride fills you.
“Thank you. It has been a pleasure to study under you during my time here.” Folding your arms, you lean back in your chair.
There was a certain tension in the room. It was foreign but enticingly welcoming.
“From experience, I know how much dedication it takes to achieve what you have. It’s commendable,” Levi adds. “But I also know the amount of sacrifice it requires, which has me concerned.”
Your eyes widen. You weren’t sure what to expect when you walked into his office but this definitely wasn’t it.
Levi pushes off the desk and takes a seat in the chair next to yours. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together.
“Don’t misunderstand. Seeing a student grow in devotion to their studies is a reward in itself. However, I have to say it has been …”
He pauses, making sure you’re hearing every word he’s saying.
“Hard … watching you work yourself to the point of exhaustion. My respect for you has grown immensely but you need to learn the balance between work and pleasure.”
Your sense of awareness heightens excessively. The combination of his praises, his knee almost touching yours, and his gaze still pouring in your direction was becoming devastatingly arousing.
You want him.
Leaning slightly forward to mimic his stance, you breathe in. His scent was intoxicating. It’s a masculine aroma that emulates a smooth blend of expensive scotch and refreshing sandalwood.
“You’re right, professor,” you say in a silky tone. “How would you suggest I find this balance?”
The smirk he had been honing on his face grew ever so slightly.
“First off, find someone who can add value to your life outside of work. I don’t think my student-aid, Eren, would be able to remotely come close to pleasing your standards.”
So he had noticed.
You never really cared for the aid in that manner. He was cute in his own way. However, you enjoyed flirting with him knowing he would flirt back. All for the simple, small hope that a certain someone would be watching.
“And how exactly would you know what my standards are, professor?” You taunt.
He accepts the challenge. You saw it the moment his eyes turned from a beautiful dim grey to a dark shade of steel.
“I have my theories,” Levi muses as he grabs you by the back of the head, pulling your face towards him.
“Come here,” he asserts — forcing your lips onto his.
You sigh in pleasure, which motivates Levi to kiss you even more intensely. His right hand stays locked in your hair, controlling every head tilt. His left hand trails down your neck and around to your lower back.
Levi eagerly bites your bottom lip, and you tremble. Your heart races at the feeling of his tongue brushing yours. He tastes as good as he smells. It’s mesmerizing, and you want to consume more of him.
You cautiously move your hands towards Levi’s belt. As soon as you touch the leather strap, Levi grabs your wrists with one hand while the other tugs your hair back.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he growls.
You felt your stomach tighten at the sound of Levi’s commanding tone.
“Then what can I do?” You ask.
Levi’s eyes lit up, and he smirks ever so slightly. In one motion, Levi spins you onto his lap and restrains your arms behind your back.
“Don’t move,” he whispers into your ear from behind.
He slowly unbuttons each of his sleeves and methodically rolls them up to his elbows. You couldn’t help but stare at his defined forearms and alluring hands. You ache at the thought of his fingers exploring every inch of you.
Levi’s left hand traces along your collarbone, while the right grazes down your waist towards your hips. Your heart pounds. He pulls up your top and bra, exposing your breasts, while simultaneously dragging down your skirt and underwear.
“Watch this,” Levi brags in a daring tone.
Before you could respond, his left hand was fondling your breast as his legs spread yours open. His ankles anchor you in place, inviting his right hand to massage your pussy.
You gasp at the breathtaking sensation and throw your head back in ecstasy. Levi began pinching your nipple and stroking your clit with varying speed and pressure.
“Do not stop watching,” he orders.
Levi grabs you by the jaw and forces your face down, making you look at his finger slide inside you. You exhale in pleasure. Levi’s thumb continues circling your clit as he drives in another finger. You pant as your eyes fixate on his skillful hand prodding back-and-forth. You had never been stimulated like this before.
“I think you’re ready for more,” he says tauntingly.
You brace for a third finger to lunge inside, when Levi lifts and then bends you over the edge of his desk. One hand clasps around your neck while the other firmly grips your hip.
You weren't going anywhere.
Levi takes a step closer so he’s right against your backside. You inhale sharply, feeling his hard cock rubbing on your ass.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he demands.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the thought of Levi fucking you.
“I really want it,” you beg.
“Tch,” Levi spews in disappointment.
He removes his hand from your hip and smacks your ass. As you shriek, Levi slaps his hand over your mouth.
“Don’t be so damn loud,” Levi scolds.
You could already feel the sting of a mark forming on your skin.
“Let’s try that again,” Levi says provokingly.
He slides his hand down from your mouth to your neck, gripping a little tighter this time.
“Tell your professor where you want him,” he orders.
You’re consumed by the sensation of his dick grinding on you.
“Inside me,” you whimper.
Levi smacks your ass again — harder this time. You shudder as you let out a stifled whine.
“I guess I have to spell it out for you,” Levi says in a demeaning tone.
Suddenly, he jerks you up from the desk, still holding you by the neck, and shoves his lips against your ear.
“Repeat after me,” Levi directs. “Professor. Please. Fuck. My. Pussy.”
You hesitate.
Levi clutches your throat tighter and slaps your ass harder than before. You exhale choppy breaths as Levi releases some pressure from your neck.
“For someone so smart, you’re struggling to take direction,” he teases.
You swallow hard and regain composure.
“Professor, please fuck my pussy,” you groan.
He sighs with praise and says, “Get over here.”
Levi pulls you to the couch and pushes you down on your back.
“Spread your legs,” Levi demands as he unbuttons his shirt.
You watch wide-eyed as his chest is gradually exposed.
Then his ribs.
And then his abs.
Levi looks up with ominous eyes, catching you gawking at his figure.
“Not doing as you’re told?” Levi sneers. “I’ll make you regret that.”
Your insides flutter as he dives on top of you.
“But there’s a mess I need to clean first,” Levi says as he lowers himself between your thighs.
You shiver at the feeling of his tongue gliding over your pussy. He holds your hips down when you arch your back in pleasure. Levi’s head bobbs in a tantalizing rhythm as he kisses with more vigor. In between licks, he pushes two fingers inside and continues to thrust them in-and-out.
“Oh my God,” you moan.
The stimulation is all-consuming and begins to make you feel lightheaded.
“Cum for me,” Levi breathes
You pant as you look down at the erotic sight between your legs. He looks up at you, never ceasing the lewd, pulsating movements of his hands and mouth.
“Professor, I-” you mutter in arousal.
“I said cum for me, brat,” Levi persists.
Without breaking eye contact, he pounds a third finger inside and bites at your inner thigh. Your body tenses at the abrasive maneuvers.
“Fuck!” you yelp.
“Do it now,” he exclaims as his rough hammering builds an immeasurable pressure between your hips.
It’s overstimulation beyond your wildest imagination.
“Levi!” you scream as you wince your eyes shut.
You feel dizzy and weak as your body goes numb. You lie frozen for what feels like minutes as your lungs struggle to inhale deep breaths.
“This isn’t over yet,” Levi says … His voice sounds faint, as if he’s in another room.
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