Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

12. it doesn't count on new year's [nsfw]

"So fucking perfect," Levi mutters against your neck, and his hand on your back is high enough to be playing with your bra. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long."

God, it's like you can't breathe. "Since when?" you manage.

Levi stops kissing your collarbone long enough to say, "that night you got your dress."

Dress shopping. So- right at the beginning. Your own squashed feelings seem to come up in full force, knowing now that your feelings have been reciprocated- and for some time now- and you let your hands fall to Levi's waist, grabbing the hem of his shirt. "Red dress was too much, huh," you say quietly, lips twitching.

You feel Levi exhale against your skin, and he brings his face back up so that he's looking at you. "Red dress was too much," he agrees.

You're grinning now, and it looks like Levi's smirking too. He raises his arms above his head and you pull his shirt off, tossing it to the side.

The only word running through your head right now is fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. You've seen him shirtless, yes, and you've definitely taken the time to appreciate how good he looks, but seeing him now and knowing that you can touch him, that he's yours to appreciate... fuck, you could die happy, right here and now.

You reach out to touch him, but Levi's grabbing at the bottom of your sweater, and you raise your arms above your head so that he can pull your sweater off.

Then your top's gone and you're trying to grab him but Levi's faster, mouth at your neck and arms back around your waist. You can barely get your arms around his shoulders before he's got his hands on your ass, picking you up and grabbing you so tight that you might bruise.

"Levi," you say as you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to hold on, "don't drop me, don't drop me, don't-"

"I've got you," Levi says against your neck, and in fact, he does. Levi walks you backwards and then tips you; you squeak in surprise as your back hits the mattress.

He's all over you again. Levi's lips are right at your bra now, kissing and sucking at your chest, and you're frantically trying to keep your heart from tearing through your ribcage. "Fuck," you whisper to yourself as he crawls backwards, hands seizing your hips as he kisses your sternum. "Fuck, Levi."

"More of that," he murmurs against your abdomen, tugging at your sweatpants.

You can't believe this is happening. You lift your hips to help him pull your bottoms off. "More of what?"

Your pants are tossed away. Levi pulls your legs up so that your knees are resting on his shoulders; he's got both hands on your thighs. "More of my name," he answers, kissing the inside of your leg.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your underwear feels soaked through. "O- okay," you stammer as his lips move along the inside of your thigh. "Fuck- okay. I can do that."

"I know you can," Levi hums, and he backs up. He pulls you with him until your hips are at the edge of the bed and he's kneeling on the ground, arms still around your legs and lips at your thighs. His voice is hoarse as he murmurs, "fuck, I've been dreaming of this."

Your face feels like it's a thousand degrees. "Fuck," is all you can say.

He's pulling at your underwear now. Somewhere in the echoing of your ears, you hear something tear, but you don't care. You're anxious and squirming and soaked to the damn bone, and if Levi doesn't stop teasing you soon and just get the fuck on with it-

You gasp in both surprise and blissful relief as Levi's tongue touches your clit.

It hurts with how good it feels. Maybe it's because you haven't had sex in a while, maybe it's because of all of the anticipation building up to this, but good fucking lord does this feel good. For as cold as Levi is, his mouth is like fire, heat pushing through your core and his tongue is as soft as fucking velvet as he licks through your folds, making you squirm as you try to come to terms with exactly what you're feeling.