Levi x Reader [ oneshots ]

Close as strangers

▽Modern AU

△Song writer!Levi x Reader

△she

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1, 2, 3, 4...

I understood, I still do.

I understand perfectly of the cons — going away to another foreign country to interact with the singers and bands, different time-zones that leads to limited communication, the heartache of not being able to be by his side at any given time, and his absence — of dating such a man with such an amazing talent that could take anyone's breath away without even making an effort to. I understand it perfectly as I had known this when I had agreed to be his woman.

I really do — but that doesn't mean that those poisonous and horridly selfish thoughts about him spending more time on his career rather than being with me wouldn't stop letting itself whisper it's darkness in the back of my mind.

5, 6, 7...

I should feel and be more than satisfied that he even tries his hardest to spend time with me.

I should be grateful, happy, and appreciative of this wonderful man whom — out of every gorgeous woman he could've picked — chose to have me by his side, whom had let me into his past, present and possibly all of his future.

I should be...

...but I'm not.

8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...

I arose from my bed as it has been 43 minutes since waking up that I have been just laying there, in the comfort of our warm bed, staring mindlessly at the crisp white ceiling above me as I wallow in those selfish feelings that I've bottled up.

Communication is the key to a relationship that would last you a lifetime. Many times I've wanted to voice them out, many occasions were given as the perfect time to bring them up, and many chances were presented in front of me to tell him about my loneliness — but when I see the way his eyes lights up at every given chance for him to gift the world's ears with his talent, it's as if everything I've been meaning to lash out at him incinerates itself into nothing.

I walk into the bathroom. I wish I had not because the first thing that stimulated my senses was the scent of his cologne. The one that I had deliberately sprayed into every nook and cranny of the bathroom as a catalyst to imagine as if he was right there with me in the bath tub last night as I bathed myself in the luxury of roses.

14, 15...

His large and soft hands to caress every curve and dip of my body that he had could get his hands on as to engrave the feel of my warm flesh in his mind.

My back on his solid abdomen muscles as he hoists me by my waist to position me higher up so that he could ram into me directly at any time when he feels like blessing me and himself with the familiar pleasure we know so well. Spotting the smooth of my bare nape as I gathered all of my hair to one side on purpose, he peppers my nape with little sensual kisses slowly to show his appreciation for me as he digs his fingers into my thighs, causing me to moan lowly at the swirl of stimulus that was electrifying my senses.

As time passes, he proceeds to lick and suck at my nape as he had wanted to mark me once more to prove that I was his, and his alone.

His digits release themselves from my outer thighs as they carefully moved towards my-

Slapping myself in the face, I forcefully snapped myself out of the scenario from yesterday that I tried to relive again before I get too excited.