Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

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

Fuck, is it ever good. "Levi," you whisper, head thrown back against the mattress as you try to keep the more obscene noises tucked as deep inside you as you can, "fuck, Levi, that's good, that's- fuck-"

His tongue comes back up to your clit and lord, you can see stars. Eyes scrunched shut and still, dots of white appear behind your eyelids as Levi maps you out. He sucks at your clit next and the noise that leaves you is so dirty that you'd be embarrassed if you weren't so turned on.

He's slow. It's like he's listening, waiting for you to make sounds so he knows what to do more of. Has he ever done this before? With the way his tongue's sliding through your folds, you think he has- but the patience and time he's devoting to figure out what you like tells a different story.

You can't even squirm away because he's got you locked in place with his hands on your thighs. You can feel his thumbs kneading at your flesh, making you even more sensitive than you already are. The way you keep lifting your hips to him is ridiculous, trying to seek out more and more and-

"Oh my god," you choke out as Levi sinks a finger into you, leaving only one hand on your thigh to keep you in place, the other at your pussy. "Oh my god, Levi, Levi-"

Blindly, you reach out, and your hands settle in Levi's hair. He hums, sending vibrations rippling through your core, which you take as a sign of encouragement to hold on. You twist his hair around your fingers, trying not to pull but just needing something, anything to keep you anchored, because dear fucking lord, you're losing your mind right now-

His finger curls and you have to release his hair with one hand so that you can cover your mouth, because the moan you let out is just downright embarrassing. Levi keeps sucking on your swollen clit as his finger- fuck, two fingers- start working your insides. He's slow and methodical, patient movements in and out, gently dragging along your inner walls.

It's cruel and unusual punishment, how good this feels but how painstakingly slow he is. You feel like you might cry as your body arches all on its own as you try to get Levi to give you more, more, more, to chase you to the climax that you can feel building in the pit of your stomach.

"Please," is the only coherent thought you can manage, one hand still tangled in Levi's hair and the other trying to muffle your gasps. "Please, Levi, please."

He pulls back to kiss the inside of your thigh, leaving you panting and breathless. "You're a fucking dream," Levi says before he goes back in.

Your body is no longer your own. It's completely out of your control and it's because of Levi, who controls you with every flick of his tongue and press of his lips. You don't know how long he's planning on going down on you, and you're torn between wishing it would end soon and wishing it was forever. Forever would be the best thing that's ever happened to you, but if you don't climax soon, you might cry.

"Levi," you breathe because finally, finally, he's coaxing you to your orgasm, "please, Levi, fuck- fuck-"

He curls his fingers again, right into the spot that makes your legs go numb, and you arch your back as vicious pleasure tears through you. It's like your body's on fire as you cry out, seeing white behind your eyelids as your climax hits you. 

He kisses the inside of your thigh one last time before he slides back, and your hips collapse to the bed. You don't think you've ever been this tired in your life, but...

Levi rises and moves over top of you, pressing a featherlight kiss to your hip and then your shoulder as he moves up. "Are you okay?"

"Levi," you say, voice strained, "if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to lose my mind."

He exhales, like a laugh, and he kisses your neck once before he hops off of you. "There goes my  question about if you were too tired," Levi says.

You're okay with him giving you a break for a minute, because he's right- you're tired and overstimulated, but not tired enough that you're going to delay this any longer. "It's worth it," you murmur, almost to yourself, as Levi returns to the bed, one hand pulling at his belt. "Do you have..."

With his belt off, Levi slips out of his pants, and he holds up one hand. Pinched between his fingers is a condom. "Ulterior motive to going out for food," he tells you.

You grin, sitting up. "Went out for condoms?"

"Maybe." Before you know it, he's back in front of you, and when your eyes flicker down, you can see his dick, curved and hard. When he leans in to kiss you, you happily reciprocate; you hear the sound of a wrapper tearing as Levi puts the condom on, and a gentle push to your shoulders to get you to lie down again means he's ready.

His chest is against yours. Your bra's still on, and you have half a mind to remove it, but you also don't want to stop touching Levi. You run your fingers along his shoulders, his arms, and then down his chest. "Fuck," you whisper under your breath.

Levi's got his arms next to your head, propping himself up. You can feel his tip nudging at you and it makes you squirm. "Talk to me," Levi murmurs, kissing your emerald necklace, the only thing besides your bra that you've still got on.

"I'm good," you tell him, and he kisses you squarely on the mouth as he pushes into you.

Fucking hell, does it hurt. Your teeth into the inside of your cheek and you turn your head, hissing through your teeth. Levi pauses, waiting. Your fingernails are digging into his back and you're trying really hard not to curse.

Levi takes one of your hands and laces your fingers together, pushing your interlocked hands into the pillow next to your head. "Talk to me," he repeats quietly.

"Just- slow," you get out, and Levi pushes in just the slightest bit more. You scrunch your eyes shut as your body adjusts to his girth- fuck, why does he have to be so thick? "Fuck," you whisper. "Fuck, you're huge."

"Sorry," Levi mutters, and you can't help but giggle. He pushes in a bit more, kissing just behind your ear as you wince. He keeps working you through it, letting you get used to him, and when he stops and continues lightly kissing at your neck and collarbone, you think he's pushed all the way in. 

When you whisper to him that he's okay to move, he does that slowly too. Levi pauses when he hears you hiss, and he continues when you squeeze his hand. It hurts, yes, but he listens to you and paces himself accordingly.

The pain eases, and the pleasure comes. You gasp when Levi hits a point inside of you that sends tingles running through your thighs. Your grip on his hand is so tight that you might break a finger, but if Levi's concerned, he doesn't say so. He keeps moving, slow and steady, until you whisper that you want him to go faster.

Voicing your wants and needs during sex is new to you, but it makes the experience infinitely better. Before you know it, your legs are shaking and it feels like your entire body is on fire.

It's a mess of you rambling, alternating between his name and curse words, and Levi whispering your name into your ear, his breath hitching in his throat. You get it now, why people have sex: for the connection, for the trembling feeling in your bones that's better than anything you've ever felt before, for how close you feel to Levi. How close you are to him.

When you both come undone at the same time, gasping and sputtering and cursing, you feel like you're on cloud nine, like this is your peak- you'll never feel better than you do right now.

At least, until Levi kisses you and murmurs, "you're fucking amazing," and proves you wrong. 

When you tell him the same thing and kiss him hard, smiling against his mouth, you hope that the happiness you're feeling right now never fades away. 

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xoxo all my love