One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Boss! Levi x Assistant! Reader ~ Distraction {Modern AU}

Those hands.

Pale, big, with slender digits clacking on the keyboard in a hypnotic way - as if all you could see were his fingers and the way they transferred from one place to another, hitting the letters and pouring them out in the computer, their meaning flashing on the screen in front of his eyes.

Expectantly looking at his hands for a few intense seconds, your gaze slowly moved upwards his figure and you could almost smell the enticing cologne he wore every single day to work. But was it really a cologne or was that his natural smell? Honestly, you could never figure that out and the time you asked him about it he looked at you strangely, but never answered.

Your gaze lingered for a moment on the collar of his striped button-up shirt and your eyes managed to pinpoint the small bruise on his throat, you could only guess from what it was, but you were starting to become worried because of it. It had been nine months in total since the bruises started appearing on his body, but no matter the clever way he found to hide each and every single one you'd always manage to catch a glimpse of them.

You held your breath when the thought of someone abusing him crossed your mind, but you didn't want to sigh because that would make him look at you. From where did they come? Go figure.

Continuing to trail your eyes over his jawline, then the shell of his ear, you could clearly see the leftover small scar of the hole where his earring had been clicked together just a few months ago.

(E/c) hues going along with their adventure in observing the silently working male found their way over the edges of his raven locks - somehow he managed to keep them all nice and shiny all the time no matter the weather, conditions or his own state. They swayed from side to side lightly because of the slight breeze that dared rush in the room from the only open window in the space. His hair had always looked all too nice, but you've always supressed the natural reflex of trying to rack your fingers through it and feel its softness. That would probably piss him off beyond boundaries.

As your eyes strayed to his lips you found yourself squinting them at the thin lines that formed your boss's mouth, always all too cracked and dry for you not to notice them. However the urge to kiss them was all too big to be ignored and yet all too risky to be performed. You were a no outgoing girl and this man was a merciles creature dare you do something much to his displeasure, thus you didn't even dare to think about kissing him - be it in public or not.

Barely when your eyes trailed the upward curve of his nose, stopping at his furrowed eyebrows for a second, then fleeting towards his smoky eyes that were surprisingly enough looking back at yours with a hard glare you realized you could no longer hear the clicking of the keyboard's buttons in the room.

The pen in your hand had stopped moving across the paper reports you were supposed to fill in long ago and yet just now did you realize your boss had cut off his own working actions.

His eyes had always been the most mesmerizing thing you found about him, because of the fact that they only just partially reflected on the supposedly cold personality inflicted in his demanour 24/7 and the other part was a mysterious bundle of feelings and emotions he wouldn't dare show in front of anyone.

And now that those deep pooles of gunmetal were staring straight at your (e/c) orbs you could clearly realize the slight flame of irritation that flickered in those hues.

"(L/N), if you would so kindly stop staring at me and go back to your work I would appreciate it." His cold monotonous voice broke your pity mind out of its daze and you were no longer honestly able to answer him coherently enough. He had caught you staring. Again.

Without any words as to give a reply to your boss, your face was back to the paper reports, hand gliding across the pages as your fingers steadily held the pen and wrote down the needed information. After hearing a distant hum of satisfaction grace the back of his throat you debated inwardly whether or not to look at him - it was as if you could feel his orbs focused intently on your form, but in the same time the urge to meet his eyes was bigger than the fear of embarrassment that would inevitably follow.

Your head quickly turned up again and your gaze met his in a silent staring contest, both sides debating on whether or not to break eye contact and flee back to their work, but he was the first to speak.

"It's late. You can go home already, I'll finish this by myself." His baritone stated boredly, seemingly reluctant to take all of the work on himself and let you flee from the duty you had, but you knew better than that.

"No need. I'll stay with you until you finish, boss." Your quick, almost mechanical answer probably saved you the uncomfableness of trying to direct a particular vibe of rejection towards his request without having to voice out your thoughts on the matter at hand.

"I can see that you're tired, just go home already." He insisted, his gaze was already turned back to the computer screen and you were able to clearly witness how his eyes squinted and blinked quickly and blankly at it - he had been spending all too much time in front of the stupid eye-damaging device lately because of work and now you were the person that supposedly had to buy him glasses in nearest of future. And even more - force him to wear them for his own health, which was quite the challange.

To make Levi Ackerman care for his health more than his job with his workaholic habits would be near impossible, but taking the fact you were the only person having achieved such a miracle so far, people from the company were positively thinking you'd be able to repeat that same miracle over and over again when needed. Truth was - a miracle stays a miracle and it doesn't happen every day. Your co-workers just couldn't get that through their thick optimistic skulls, though.

"I prefer staying with you and getting more tired to actually going home in attempt of having a rest and leaving you all alone." You wanted to add something like 'because with your habit of sleeping on the workplace when there's no one around because of your exhaustion born from your habit of overworking yourself, you'd not only leave the work unfinished, but you'll get a sore spine and a report covered with drool in the morning after and I do not want that for more than a single reason', but you couldn't force yourself to.

Daytime was the time you messed with your boss, while night-time was the time you tried to be deep and caring for his own good. That man would stay handsome, but handsome and in a coffin if you weren't there to take care of him like any loyal assistant would.

"Stubborn shit." As he liked to call you. The nickname rang through the empty space lit by the fluorescent lamps on the ceiling and you would've laughed at his otherwise seemingly pouty tone, but now was not the time to try and brighten up the mood of dissatisfaction with a joke. Preferably you'd do that tomorrow morning while in the meeting room so that as much people as possible hear you and your witty mock to your own boss.

"As your personal assistant I should be well aware of your personality habits and unneeded ways of being worried or attempting to be caring, Levi. I think I know what you mean to say, ask or request whenever, wherever and however." With a businessman-like tone you cleared out the small misunderstanding that could've been put under the spotlights by your boss's childish behavior. You were quite stubborn yourself, but you did prefer staying with him to going home.

Levi himself said nothing and apparently you had to correct yourself, because your choice of words may have been all too embarrassingly put for his sake.

"And I appreaciate the worry, but I like your company more than the one of my cat, so I'd like to stay." You added with a matter-of-factly tone and he only sighed, looking back towards the computer screen and letting out that one syllable word in a poor reply to your self-directed comment.

"... Fine." A few seconds passed and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his face. A desk was parting you two as you worked on the outher side of it and Levi was working on the inner one - one would say this manner of working wasn't appropriate or it was simply strange, but it was how you got used to working while you were doing overtime and he was okay with it, so you didn't care what others thought as long as he didn't mind it. Your eyes creeping back to the deep dark circles etched under his droopy gunmetal eyes, you could feel yourself dozing out again much to his displeasure. Your gaze directed itself in the direction of his lips this time - they were parted and dry - and you were internally startled when he suddenly licked them and bit at the bottom one with his upper teeth. "Then stop checking me out already and start writing for real." The comment was simple - not snarky or witty in a way - just an affirmative sentence supposed to be an order, but it not only brought you out of your daze - it made you go red from embarrassment.

"Only if you would stop doing that with your mouth." Your own comment was nothing but a straightforward request towards your boss to stop inwardly teasing you and making you want him to take you on this very desk even more, but he took that as a challange of a kind - you could almost bet the next thing he did was on purpose, its only purpose being to tease and mock you.

"What? This?" With the seemingly bored and innocent, but inwardly laced with smugness question Levi pocked his tongue out of his mouth yet once again, the wet muscle coating his lips with saliva, then returning back to the insides of his mouth, making his pearl white teeth show this time and bite down at his bottom lip in the most seductive way you've even seen. Even the actors in the movies couldn't do that shit properly enough, and yet here was your boss teasing you with it as if that was what he lived for.

"Yes, that." A calm as ever reply came from your lips after you finished enjoying the show your boss was rewarding you with. Already having learned that apparently Levi Ackerman either grew more deep or horny in the late hours of the night when you stayed with him, you weren't that shocked or moved by his action - or at least you didn't let it show on the outside as a deadpan settled on your features.

"Just work, (L/N)." Apparently your unappreciating reaction to his intentionally passionate lip-bite was unsatisfying and unfitting for his high expectations and he snorted, turning back to his computer screen and returning to his usual deadpan face, the smugness and high-rank seductiveness leaving no traces behind onto his pale angular features.

"You're too big of a distraction, Levi." You tried to mock him with the slighest of whine making its way into your voice and he seemingly ignored your words until a second later you got your response, his eyes fleeting towards yours for a moment and narrowing in a smug look.

"I have no problems with that." He pointed out as calmly as possible, but it was more than clear that it was meant to be a mock.

Already knowing he would want to tease you and use your own words against you, you crossed your legs making the pencil skirt you wore to go up the skin of your leg slightly, but you didn't bother to pull it down - he wouldn't see it anyway; you leaned most of your upper body on his desk and your hands crossed themselves on top of it, stopping him from writing on the keyboard furthermore as his gaze fled back to yours and focused on it, your retort exiting your bright red curled up lips with ease and lightness as if you were witing for him to say that so you could have your own word after him.

"And neither do I."