#tom holland boss

[jahayla-parker]

Hey 💜💙 I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader fanfic with #19 from the kissing prompt list? The scenario can be that Tom and the reader are in a secret relationship because the reader is his personal assistant. Tom and reader have had sex before with other people in prior relationships but this will be their first time with each other so this will start with kissing and end with a good amount of smut if that makes sense at all lol

Getting Personal: Tom Holland x Reader Smut

Description: 13.5k wc smut where Tom falls for his personal assistant y/n and the heat between them is palpable but he struggles given their professional relationship.

Warnings: 18+ smut content, jealousy, p in v, unprotected sex, riding, mentions of orgasm, cum, masterbation, etc. teasing, and similar sexual content.

“So Tom here are the posters you need to sign for the fans” y/n says, setting the papers down on his desk as he looks up from his script.

As she pulls back, her hand brushes against his bare arm, sparks shooting through her as a result.

Tom seems to feel it as well as he tenses but smiles up at her as she stands behind him.

“Thank you y/n, do you mind grabbing me a new sharpie for them?” He asks kindly.

“Do I even want to know what you did with the last one?” She laughs, shaking her head as she walks to the door.

Tom secretly watches her hips as she walks away from him and mentally yells at himself for fantasizing about his personal assistant.

“Harry lost this one, I swear” Tom defended, making her laugh again before exiting the room.

“Girl” y/f/n gushes, coming up to her.

“Hmm?” Y/n asks already knowing where it was heading.

“You’ve gotta act on this. Look at the dumb grin on your face each time you leave his office” y/f/n smirks.

Y/n rolls her eyes, “there’s nothing to act on”.

“He can’t stop staring at you regardless of where we are, gives you secret smiles across the room, always checks to see your thoughts on projects you have no business giving input on, and you’re saying there’s nothing there?” Y/f/n groans, following y/n to the supply closet.

“That’s what I’m saying, yes” y/n says as she hides her now red cheeks behind the shelf.

“So oblivious” y/f/n scoffs before walking back to whatever she should actually be working on.

“Tom?” Y/n asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

He shook his head rapidly as he began blinking to stop staring at her, “sorry”.

She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay, are you alright?”.

“No” he admits, sighing.

“What is it? What do you need me to do?” She asked quickly.

“It’s not that….I'm afraid I can no longer keep this professional situation going” he muttered.

“Oh” she whispers, “okay. What did I do though? If it was because I came in three minutes late last Wednesday, I-“.

Tom smirked and shook his head as she rambled an explanation due to misunderstanding his statement.

He grinned to himself as she tucked her hair behind her ear as she continued talking.

Tom felt a strong pull and instantly wrapped his arms around her waist to get her closer.

He looked down at her now closed lips before looking back into her eyes to see if she was okay with where this was going.

When he felt assured she wasn’t against it, he pressed his lips against her’s softly.

Tom smiled as he felt her lips start moving in sync with his after a few seconds of surprise.

He rested his forehead on her’s when they pulled back.

She blinked slowly up at him, “You kissed me."

"You kissed me back” Tom pointed out with a smirk.

“And I'm not here to apologize." She smirked back, tangling one hand in his hair.

“You need to stop doing that” he purrs, closing his eyes.

“Hmm, why?” She asked, and while he hadn’t opened his eyes yet he could hear her teasing tone as he tightened her hold on his hair.

“I think I wanna do a little more than just kiss” he admitted with a groan.

Before y/n could respond, there was a knock at the door, making the pair separate instantly.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck as he walked to answer it.

“No, no, let me. It’s my job “ y/n laughed nervously, desperately trying to find ways to ensure the guest didn’t know what had happened seconds before.

“Oh, Uhh.. right “ Tom agreed, sitting back at his desk.

Y/n straightened herself out before she opened the door and let Tom’s brother Harry in, offering him a kind welcome.

From that day on, y/n decided she had the upper hand and would utilize it.

It was not her first rodeo teasing men with their desire, so she knew just what to do.

As she walked into his office again, she smirked as she saw him reading his script.

He looked up and gave her a shy smile before going back to reading.

She sat down in her chair across from him, making minimally provocative sounds as she rubbed her neck as if it hurt.

Tom glanced up from his script as he tightened his grip on the packet.

He forced himself to focus back on the next line he had to memorize.

But he soon found himself distracted yet again as y/n moaned as she stretched.

“Y/n” Tom warned, seeing the teasing shine in her eyes.

She raised an eyebrow at him In feigned innocence as she raised her arm to stretch more.

As she moved her arm across her body, it pressed her breasts up further, exposing more skin, as she made another moaning sound.

Tom glared as his grip crumpled the edges of the papers in his hands, “Would you be quiet? l'm trying to work"

“I’m not doing anything Tom “ she said quietly.

He rolled his eyes, “don’t tease me”.

“I would never do that” she scoffed with a faint smirk as she let him get back to reading his script.

“Are you ready?” Y/n asked, stepping into his office as she tugged her dress down a bit.

“Yeah, I just need to g-“ Tom choked, his eyes widening as he faced her.

He couldn’t hide the way his eyes lowered to her chest, then to the slit leading from her thigh to her hip, then back to her lips.

“I'II take it that you like what you see” y/n winks, spinning so he can see the low cut back.

Heavily breathing, Tom whispers “I am not affected..."

Y/n giggles, walking to him and placing her arms on his chest, “no?”

Tom glares at her before he caves and pulls her to him, his lips aggressively moving against her’s.

He pulls back suddenly, his eyes scanning her features, “Do you want to do this?”

Instead of responding, she simply pulls him against her, her lips passionately pressing on his as she licks his bottom lip.

When they pull back, y/n smirks at him, “not affected huh?”.

He groans, looking away from her eyes, “fine, I’ll admit the dress is making this hard.”

“This or you?” She teases, biting her lip.

“Ha. Ha. You know, I would prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you” he admits, his hand resting on the dress material right above the slit on her hip.

She bites her lip harder as she stares at him, unable to speak.

"I can't wait until we're done with this event. There are so many things I want to do to you right now” he mumbles, eyes tracing her body again.

“Y/n?” Tom grinned, as she silently stared at him.

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind” she whispers.

Tom chuckled, pulling her hip closer to him and leaning down to press a teasing kiss to her neck just below her ear., “Want to find out what we can get away with before someone comes looking for us?"

She took a shaky breath, “I will get in trouble if you’re not on time”.

Tom hummed, interlocking his hands behind her back, “fairly certain I will not get you in trouble love”.

“No trouble? Not even a little?” She teased, licking her lips and playing with his tie.

“You know l'm holding back from fucking you over this desk, don't push your luck” he grumbled, pressing his face into her collar bone.

She ran her hand down his chest with her bottom lip in between her teeth.

Tom groaned, grabbing her hand with his, “Stop being so hot please, l'm trying to get my work done”.

She chuckled, stepping back to give him some room, “Says the one who was just trying to get me to allow him to skip the event”.

Tom sighed, “You said the fans won’t be there for another hour yes ?”

Y/n nodded, playing with the necklace resting just above her bust.

“Well if we won't be missed for awhile, we should take advantage of that." Tom winked, stepping closer to her.

Tom’s hands went around her again, this time grasping her hips as he lifted her slightly off the ground.

She gasped and clung to him as he carried her to his couch.

Tom gently laid her down before hovering over her.

Y/N’s eyes lowered to his button up shirt, her fingers playfully toying with the buttons.

Tom dipped his head and began placing open mouthed kisses along her neck.

He started at the bottom, just above her collar bone and worked his way up, savoring the feeling of her skin and scent of her perfume.

Y/n began unbuttoning his dress shirt just as his lips pressed on a sensitive spot just below her earlobe.

Tom smirked against her skin as he felt her body twitch under him and a small gasp left her lips.

He opened his mouth more and began to suck on the tender point.

“T—Tom” she moaned, tugging on his hair to pull him back before he could leave a mark.

However, that only made him even more turned on, his lips now buzzing against her skin as he hummed.

As his cold fingers pushed up the hem of her dress, he lifted his gaze to look at her face.

He nearly moaned as he saw the lust in her eyes, “love, your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

Y/n grinned and whispered “yes, now.”.

Tom smiled, holding her waist, “Turn over, love."

Y/n complied, Tom’s hands assisting her spin around.

Tom delicately lowered the zipper on her dress, his lips coating the newly bare skin.

“God, love, you’re so soft” he breathed against her skin.

Y/n smiled into the padding of the couch under her as Tom lowered the shoulder straps off of her body.

She reached back, her hand blindly finding his upper thigh.

Tom groaned, glancing down at her hand before going back to the task at hand.

Y/n stretched her arm until her hand cupped his bulge through his dress pants.

He moaned loudly and dove his head down to her shoulder, his lips pressing hard against her upper spine.

“Shhh, you gotta be quiet or we're gonna get caught" y/n warned, moving her fingers to undo his zipper.

Tom quickly helped in removing his pants, lowering them enough to be out of her way before towering over her again.

He gasped as she blindly searched his waist for the hem of his underwear, her soft fingers tickling his skin, “I want you. Now”.

She smirked into the couch, before spinning around to stare up at him.

“Settle” she teased, rubbing his hip before slipping her fingers between his underwear and bare skin.

Tom growled lowly as she stroked his length, twisting her fingers to squeeze his balls.

He threw his head back in pleasure, his eyes closed as he moaned her name.

“Feel good?” She asked, letting the tips of her fingers dance along his already twitching tip.

He moaned again, looking back down to smile at her.

“How good?” She asked, licking her hand before wrapping it around his length and sliding up and down.

Tom gritted his teeth as he tried to be quiet, “fuck, reality is even better than my dreams”.

“You’ve dreamt of this?” She questioned, massaging random spots.

Tom was certain his face somehow became even more flushed at the confession but nodded, “of us. All the damn time, I just- ahh”.

Y/n smirked, her own cheeks brightening, “and this is better Hmm?”

“Still just as damn gorgeous as always” he hummed, his hand lowering to her waist as he finally came back around to the task at hand.

“But- hhhhh- your hand feels much better than my own” he admitted, smirking as y/n blushed over the idea of him masterbating to the idea of her.

Tom grinned wickedly as y/n moaned when his pointer and middle fingers suddenly pushed past her underwear and dipped into her.

“Quiet, baby, the others will hear." Tom teased, his fingers roaming her walls gently.

“Please, keep going!" She begged, squeezing his length as her body convulsed faintly.

Tom moaned and felt himself twitch in her palm but complied with her wishes, pressing slightly harder against her as he trailed every inch inside her.

He noticed her smirk disappearing as she gave in to the feeling, her hand slowly sliding down his erected penis.

Tom decided to take advantage of this and flip the situation on her, hoping to make her feel as desperate as he had been with all of her teasing as of late.

“Is it good when I touch you here?” He whispered, his voice deeper as he danced his fingers over a warm patch inside her.

She closed her eyes and nodded faintly, hips lifting to his hand.

“Or maybe here?" He asked, turning his finger to the side and prompting her leg to shake slightly.

She hummed, prying her eyes open to look at him lazily, “d-don’t stop”.

Tom nodded with a wink, slowly pushing another finger into her.

He licked his lips as her hips bucked upwards against his hand, “stay still, don't move your hips."

She groaned, “I c-can’t Tom. I need more”.

Tom nodded, glancing at her questioningly.

Once she nodded back, he pulled his fingers out easily due to her arousal.

Tom drunkenly glanced up at her before he brought his fingers to his mouth, seductively licking her arousal off of him.

She fluttered her eyes as she smirked up at him.

“Shit, you taste amazing” he complimented, his eyes unconsciously dropping down to her exposed core, “I want it. I want to taste you."

Y/n hummed, as he peered back up at her for permission she dragged her eyes slowly from his face to her waist.

Tom grinned excitedly and quickly lowered his face until his nose was pressed just above her mound.

He felt his heart beating out of his chest as he rubbed her thigh comfortingly before his tongue slid down her throbbing lips.

“I knew you looked good enough to eat” he mumbled against her.

“Thomas, you take any longer and I'II do it myself” she groaned, her hip twitching as his breath teased her skin.

His wide eyes flashed up to hers before he smirked and complied, his tongue finding her entrance.

Tom hummed as his tastebuds became coated in her.

She clenched at the vibration from his pleasure and tugged on his hair.

He moaned into her, causing her to buck her hips again.

Tom firmly set his hands in her hips and pushed them back to the couch, his words muted from their proximity to her skin but never less demanding, “don’t move”.

His tongue danced around her as deep as it could reach.

As she got comfortable, Tom moved his left hand towards her chest.

He squeezed her breasts through her bra, pleased by her shared moaning.

She kept her hips in place but hooked her legs around his shoulders, using her legs to pull him closer to her center.

Tom chuckled to himself, bringing his right hand up and pressing his thumb onto her clit.

Y/n gasped loudly, slamming her hand over her mouth.

“Ahh, you like it when I fuck you like this?” He asked, pulling his mouth back to breathe.

She nodded faintly, staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah you do” he agreed, rolling his thumb in a circle, feeling her clit harden slightly in arousal.

Y/n all but screamed into her own hands, Tom smiling proudly as he watched her swollen core drip onto the couch below them.

Tom left his hands where they were but contorted his body so he could kiss her lips quickly, “what pretty noises you're making for me... am I making you feel good?"

“Tom, no one's ever touched me like this, fuck” she cried out, reaching one hand towards his waist.

He felt an immense amount of pleasure and pride at her statement, his head lowering back down to her until the tip of his tongue replaced his hand on her clit.

“Fuck- T-Too-Tooomm” she moaned against her palm, scratching at his back with her free hand.

Tom groaned, palming her warm labia.

“I need you” she muttered, tangling her hand in his hair.

Tom nodded, leaning up from her waist enough to speak, “I’m here”.

“No, not enough” she argued, pushing him back slightly.

Tom slid back, looking at her in confusion.

She grinned and placed her arms behind her to push herself up slightly, before reaching for his waist and tugging him to her.

Tom smiled but bit his lip, “I do-don’t have a-“.

She nodded, “I’m on the pill. And, I trust you”.

Tom nodded, hands resting on her hips once again as he lined himself up.

Once he heard her whispered approval as he stared at her, he desperately slid himself in.

He moaned as her tight walls opened enough to let his girth inside, “you feel so good!"

Y/n tried to giggle but it came out more as a grunt from the pressure her lower half was under.

“Are you okay baby?” Tom asked, restricting himself from entering her further until he knew she was okay.

She nodded, “jus-…ahh”.

Tom stroked her cheek, tilting her gaze towards him, “need me to stop?”.

Y/n shook her head, taking a deep breath and Tom felt her walls loosen around him but he stayed frozen until he was sure.

“You’re, yo-you’re just big Tom” she praised, hand pressed against his chest.

Tom closed his eyes and squeezed her ass with his right hand as he moaned, thanking her for the compliment.

Y/n knew he always enjoyed getting praise, so it wasn’t surprising to learn he did in fact have a praise kink in the bedroom too.

She grinned innocently up at his heavenly sculpted face, her arm aggressively dragging his waist towards her, shoving his erection further into her, “it’s incredible”.

Tom was certain he was going to die in that moment.

He’d been dreaming of this moment for longer than he’d ever openly admit.

But the way she felt was far better than anything his mind could have imagined.

She tasted so unbelievably delicious, making him crave her instantly.

And the way she would take control when he practically melted in her arms only made him even more aroused.

Not to mention that he noticed she’d picked up on his praise kink, already driving him wild.

He threw his head back so far the back of it touched the base of his neck.

“I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot." Tom admitted when he came back around, his eyes instantly finding her face.

He wanted to just freeze the moment, being able to feel her while taking in every beautiful detail of her face.

Y/n smirked, and opened her mouth to say something but only gasped loudly as Tom pressed himself on her until he was completely inside her.

Tom moaned as her walls clenched around him shakingly, her frantic legs moving so much it drove him upwards a little.

As she tilted her head backwards in ecstasy, Tom dove and began sucking on the sweet spot he found minutes before.

She circled her hips against him, moving his dick with her as she let him have his way with her neck until she felt a bruise might be forming from the suction.

“Tom” she moaned, nails digging into his back as he hit her favorite spot.

Tom moaned back, his hands playing with her buttcheeks as he pushed into her more; all without stopping the suction on her neck.

“Y-you’re going to- fuck-“ she breathed, intentionally clenching her walls around his length and grinning as he moaned so loud she could hear it despite his mouth being covered by her neck.

“You’re going to leave a mark” y/n warned, dragging her nails across his sweaty chest.

“Mmmm” he nodded, sucking harder.

“I want to give you a hickey” Tom explained, licking her skin to relive some of the pain he figured she’d feel.

“So everyone can see how I feel about you” he added quietly, his arms firmly pulling her ass towards him, her hips slamming upwards into his.

They both moaned loudly, forgetting they needed to stay quiet.

Y/n shook her head, politely pushing his head from her neck, “we have an event tonight”.

Tom shrugged, a side smile and wink being sent her way.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “people will talk. Besides, it’s my turn”.

Tom sighed at her argument but lifted an eyebrow at her last remark.

She grinned and lowered her hips, shoving him off of her by his chest.

Tom’s back hit the edge of the couch, his arms slamming into the seat to stable himself.

As his eyes widened and he licked his lips, y/n stood up and walked to that end of the couch.

Tom’s eyes traced her entire body, his length twitching against his stomach as he waited to her next move.

She grinned down at him, towering over him and giving him a soft kiss which he desperately followed, his head moving towards her as she pulled back.

She reached over and grabbed his underwear from the floor, flirtingly tossing it back at him with an evil smirk.

His mouth dropped and he audibly scoffed.

“We have to get going” she winked, grabbing his pants next.

Tom growled, reaching for her, “Get back down here, we're not done yet."

Y/n chuckled and bit her lip to suppress the moan trying to escape her lips at his orders.

She turned to look at him, more than pleased by the desperation in his eyes as he laid there before her in the corner of the couch in his office.

Never did she think she’d be in this situation.

Sure she’d been with other coworkers before, but not Tom- her boss- and not in his office.

She wished for this many times, but never imagined he’d be sitting there looking so drunk off of her and like he’d give her the world if she asked for it.

She bent down, her ass just out of reach, as she put her heels back on after having kicked them off earlier.

Y/n watched his eyes plead with her as he palmed himself aggressively, his facial muscles struggling to keep an authoritative expression.

As she rose back to standing, she licked her lips and strutted closer to him.

She stopped just before him, smirking at his eyes snapped to her’s and silently screamed for her.

She kneeled over his waist on the couch, her calves pressed against his outer thighs as her feet and heels dangled loosely off the edge.

Tom moaned, rubbing himself so hard the skin burned.

Y/n smirked again and tore his hand away from himself, “that’s not your’s”.

Tom eyes froze and stared at her as his hands reached for her waist.

She curves both hands around his swollen dick, one thumb rubbing the tip and the other rubbing his base.

Tom whimpers under her touch, his back pressing into the couch cushion more.

Y/n proudly smiles to herself before tilting her head down and kissing his collar bone, her fingers still pleasingly teasing him.

Tom rested his head against the couch and closed his eyes, squeezing the couch material in his fists.

Y/n lowered her head in a tauntingly slow pace, Tom visibly squirming for more friction.

She moved one hand from his dick to his thigh, holding him in place.

“Faster! Please, let me cum!" He begged, cupping her face as her tongue danced between his tense abdominal muscles.

She smirked against his chest, twisting her hand that was still on his cock, “soon”.

Tom moaned, throwing his head back again as she tasted more of his chest while his hands tangled in her hair.

He nearly jumped out of his seat as she placed an open mouthed kiss against the skin just above his dick still in her hand.

His eyes shot open and he bit his lip hard as he looked down at her, not wanting to beg her to suck him off, especially this early into their real-whatever this was to her.

However, he could have sang her praises when he noticed she was already planning on doing that.

She licked her lips as she examined his cock, his sperm already dripping faintly from the tip in anticipation.

Y/n hummed, peering up at him as she slid off his lap and onto the floor, her hand moving to pull his hips towards the edge of the couch.

Tom eagerly scooted his butt to the edge of the couch, his legs opening wider as her hands trailed up his inner thighs.

Y/n looked at him through her eyelashes before licking her lips again and looking back down.

Tom moaned louder than he recalled ever having done before as her swollen lips surrounded his cock.

His hands found her hair again but he tried to hold back from tugging her closer to him, wanting her to take whatever time she needed to adjust.

Y/n resisted the urge to gag as she pressed her head into his lap further, his dick hitting her tonsils aggressively.

Her lips quivered slightly but she quickly recovered, her tongue licking lines up his length as she pursed her lips together.

Tom moaned, slamming his face into the cushion beside his head to silence himself.

Y/n laughed, the action shaking his cock in her mouth, making him moan again, his hands tearing at her hair now.

She pursed her lips into a tighter hold, sucking in air, his cock throbbing against her tongue as Tom sank into his seat.

“You like that?” She asked, pulling back just as she felt he’d cum.

Tom assertively nodded, stroking her cheekbone, “so damn much darling”.

Y/n smiled proudly, her fingers trailing over his wet lap teasingly.

“Mmm, come on love” he begged, his eyes heavy

“I like you begging” she admitted, Tom groaning as he pulled her closer by the grip he still had on her hair.

“Open your mouth for me, baby" he asked, tilting her head towards his lap.

She looked up at him, her mouth wide open.

Tom groaned and shook his head at her painful teasing, “fuck, please”.

Y/n laughed at him but nodded, her hand moving his dick until it was in the spot she wanted.

Without any further warning or teasing, Tom found himself in her mouth again.

He moaned as she let her tongue explore him as her hands held his testicles.

When she began bobbing her head, her lips and suction moving around his dick fearlessly, he felt himself tense.

“Love, I’m.. I’m going - darling-“ he rambled, incoherently.

But y/n knew what he was trying to say and nodded, her head not leaving his trembling cock as she began sucking harder.

Tom leaned back as he let himself relax knowing she was okay with him cumming in her mouth.

However, he soon desired to be able to watch her pretty face suck him off; and found himself pushing himself up enough to see her.

She lifted her head, her lips moving to the top of his dick and let just the edge of her teeth glance over his tip before aggressively slamming her mouth back down his length.

Tom moaned loudly, his previously broken record shattering as he felt the most intense orgasm take over his body.

He let himself explode inside of her mouth, pleasantly impressed as she simply licked it from his cock without choking.

Tom hummed as she swallowed around him, his hands holding her hair again, this time pulling it out of her face so he could see her.

“Holy fuck y/n” he praised as she finished licking him clean.

She grinned at him as she rocked herself back from his open lap, licking the few drops of his semen from her lips without breaking eye contact.

Tom shook his head, his heart beating out of control, “god you’re amazing”.

She winked, “thank you, Sir.”

Tom froze at the nickname leaving her mouth, his grip in her hair tightening in reaction.

Y/n noticed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “amazing enough for a raise?”

Tom saw the playful look in her eyes but nodded affirmatively, “whatever raise you’d like, fuuuck”.

Y/n laughed loudly, standing up with a shake of her head, “how about we get to that event Hmm?”.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows at her as he watched her grab her underwear from the floor.

“You didn’t cum yet” he stated simply, pushing himself off the couch.

She shrugged, stepping into her panties as she tried to reassure him “I did have an orgasm though, so it was better than most hookups”.

“Hey” Tom whispered, spinning her around by her waist.

She finished raising her underwear before looking up into his eyes and nodding.

“Love, you know this-“ he said, looking around the room, rubbing his neck shyly.

“Tom, it’s okay, it doesn’t have to mean anything” she told him, his lips curving into a frown.

“What?” He asked, grabbing ahold of her wrist.

“This isn’t my first one night stand Tom” she giggled, kissing his cheek, “I know it doesn’t mean anything to you. It’s not a big deal”.

Tom wanted to scoff and pull her to him, kissing her until she understood just how wrong she was.

Instead he sighed, scolding himself for acting on his feelings so primally that she misinterpreted what the moment meant to him.

He had wanted to ask her out and take it slow, letting her have time to be comfortable dating her “boss”.

But when she walked into his office the way she did, he couldn’t think clearly any more.

She smiled at him softly and kissed his cheek again as she stepped back and grabbed her dress.

Tom stood frozen as he watched her slide the dress back on, the material instantly clinging to her body.

His mouth watered but he swallowed and opened his mouth to try and explain.

However, she spoke before he could, “can you zip me?”.

Tom nodded slowly, carefully sliding the zipper up from her tailbone.

“Wait, one more” y/n giggled, wiping the tissue against Tom’s neck as she removed another lipstick stain.

Tom silently let her work, his frown still present.

Once she knew he looked fine and there were no more signs of their scandalous behavior on his body, y/n stepped back and sighed.

“Why are you so pouty?” She groaned, rolling her eyes, “if it wasn’t for your cum painting my esophagus earlier, I’d think you didn’t enjoy what we did”.

Tom blushed deeply, “it’s just… you… you didn’t-“.

“Cum? I know, you said that already Tom” she laughed, “but again, I’m fine. Besides, I promise if that changes I’m more than capable of taking care of myself later”.

Tom shook his head in frustration over the fact she misread what he was going to say but then scoffed as he realized her second statement.

“If that happens, I deserve the chance to make up for it” he argued, “let me take care of you if that happens”.

“There’s nothing to make up for Holland” she rolled her eyes, resting her hands on his chest as she adjusted his tie, “most guys don’t make me cum”.

“Your boyfriends have never-?” Tom gasped, looking into her eyes to see if she was simply trying to make him feel better.

She shrugged with a small laugh, “they have Tom. Never thought I’d have this conversation with you, but yes my exes… well, most of them, have made me cum at some point. I just meant it’s not that often”.

Tom huffed, “then they need to be putting in more effort. You deserve-“.

A knock came from the door, making both of them freeze.

“Tom? Y/n? What’s taking so long? The guests are waiting” Tom’s friend Harrison shouted through the locked office door.

“Coming!” Y/n assured him, dropping Tom’s tie into place and stepping back.

“Well that’s ironic” Tom joked, grabbing her hand.

Y/n gasped and smacked his arm, shaking her head as a small laugh left her lips.

Tom smiled and pressed his lips to her temple, “one last thing before we go”.

She paused and turned to him in confusion.

“You really do look divine y/n” he complemented, squeezing her hand.

She cursed herself for actually blushing over the compliment given what they’d just finished doing.

Tom smiled and tugged her towards the door.

“Mate, god, could you stop for like one day?” Harrison groaned, shaking his head at Tom.

“Stop what?” Tom asked, glancing over at his friend.

“Eye-fucking her” Haz laughed, nodding towards y/N’s direction as she talked to one of the guests.

“I-I’m not eye fucking her Harrison” Tom defended.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “the hell you’re not. Mate, you’ve had a crush on her forever. You’ve been in love with her for at least a few months now, everyone can see it”.

“Really?” Tom asked, his eyes darting back to y/n, his heart speeding up as Kolby put his hand on her back.

Kolby was one of the guys Tom knew y/n had seen.

He wasn’t sure if they dated, her never wanting to discuss such matters in the office, but he knew they’d at least been together.

Tom knew he shouldn’t care, especially since he had now been with her as well.

But Tom wanted more than that.

He wanted to be the last one she was with, the only one she was with.

Tom knew this much to be true even before tonight.

But she made it clear she did not see tonight’s events the same way he did.

So all he could do was toss back his drink as he tried to calm himself down.

“Yes really. Fuck even when I point it out, you don’t stop staring” Haz laughed, shoving Tom’s shoulder.

“Everyone can tell?” Tom clarified, his heart pounding in anticipation.

“Duh” his friend teased.

“Even… even y/n?” Tom asked, breaking his eye contact with the scene across the room from him.

Harrison stopped laughing and set his hand on Tom’s shoulder, “mate, I don’t know. Probably, I don’t see how she couldn’t by now”.

Tom shook his head, “I need a drink”.

Harrison sighed, stepping around his friend to block him from moving, “you’re already drunk off y/n, so nice try”.

Tom groaned, his eyes flickering to y/n across the room; her smiling as she looked his way.

He forced a kind smile in return but it fell instantly as Kolby dropped his hand lower on her back as she talked to some woman.

“Mate” Harrison laughed, waving his hand in front of Tom’s face as his eyes traced where he was looking.

“We-we-“ Tom muttered, his conscious stopping him from confessing, but his predicament and lack of focus fighting to blurt it out.

“You what? Tom just make a move, she’s probably interested in you too. Just ask her out” Harrison encouraged.

“I can’t “ he argued, the tension in his chest doubling as Kolby’s hand dropped to y/N’s ass.

Harrison began talking but Tom’s attention was stuck on y/n.

He watched as y/n turned to Kolby with a confused look on her face, politely stepping out of his embrace until his hand wasn’t on her butt anymore.

Tom smirked to himself as Kolby froze in surprise.

However, Kolby wasn’t giving up.

So he moved forward when the woman they were talking to left, his hands grabbing y/N’s hips.

Even from across the room, Tom could see Kolby’s thumb intentionally resting on the exposed skin of her thigh.

Y/N’s eyes flickered as she looked back to where she last saw Tom, her eyes locking on his before she faced Kolby and picked his fingers off from her.

“Excuse me” Tom murmured, moving in her direction, not having heard any of Harrison’s comments.

“Mate!” Harrison laughed, blocking him again, “just ask her out so you two can date already”.

Tom glanced over and saw y/n was okay and back to talking with guests so he returned his focus to Harrison.

“You said you think everyone knows, even her” Tom sighed, “if that’s true… I already know her answer”.

“Shit Tom, why the low confidence?” Haz scoffed.

Tom shook his head, he wasn’t having low confidence.

In fact, he felt on top of the world after the moment earlier.

Especially considering it had been with y/n.

But despite his confidence, he allowed himself to realize if Haz were correct, she only wanted to sleep with him.

If she knew Tom liked her the way he did and was interested in him the same way, she wouldn’t have called their lovemaking a one night stand.

“Thomas” Harrison complained.

“We slept together” Tom blurted causing Harrison’s eyes to nearly spike up to his hairline in shock.

“Shit, tonight huh?” Harrison grinned, “that’s what you looked so happy about this event! You weren’t happy, you were satisfied”.

Tom growled but nodded, “but she called it a one night stand”.

Harrison sighed and nodded slowly, scratching his neck, “oh… geez… I’m sorry mate…”

Tom bit his lip and sighed, “it’s fine. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she even looked at me that way… I just…”.

“Wanted more” haz concluded for him.

Tom nodded once in agreement, letting his eyes roam to where she was, “so much more”.

“I mean normally one has to push their mates to keep finding ways to try and hook up with someone, but since you’ve already done that” haz smirked, earning a shoulder punch from Tom, “in this case I’m going to push you to keep trying to get her to be interested”.

Tom glares at him protectively, “I’m not going to force her to date me and I’m certainly not going to trick her into it or into being into me”.

Haz smirked at Tom’s sudden change of tone, glad he wasn’t sulking anymore, “just saying you should let her know how you feel”.

Tom stared at Harrison silently.

“I know, but maybe she didn’t see it the way everyone else did. Maybe she just thought you wanted to simply sleep with her” haz shrugged, glancing over at y/n, “can you blame her? Most of the guys here want to get with her just to say they did”.

Tom grumbled to himself and while Haz couldn’t make out what he said, he was sure it was something about y/n being worth more than the sexual target of the office complex.

It wouldn’t be the first time he made such a remark, Harrison often laughing and positioning out they were in an office building with a ton of stuck up celebrities and their assistants so it shouldn’t be a surprise.

“How about a drink for confidence?” Haz asked, grabbing a glass from the waiter who roamed by them.

Tom took the glass from him, tossing it back and letting the alcohol burn his throat.

He sighed as he realized he could still taste her, so much so he could hardly taste the alcohol; as if his mind was stuck on every lingering detail of her.

“Okay” Tom mumbled, shaking his hands loose at his side’s nervously.

“Hey Tom…” y/n whispered, appearing behind him, Haz smirking at Tom as he turned around.

“Y/n, love, you alright?” He asked, setting his glass down on the nearby table and reaching for her hand.

She smiled softly, raising her hands until he grabbed ahold of them both and squeezed.

Tom stared at her silently, looking over her stressed features as he allowed her time to breathe before explaining why she looked so worried.

“I’m okay, I…” she mumbled, glancing behind Tom’s shoulder at Harrison.

Haz got the hint and smirked as he shuffled out of the area when Tom followed her eyesight.

“What is it?” Tom asked, tugging on her hands so she stood closer to him.

She glanced up at him before hesitantly letting go of his hands and snaking one arm around his waist.

He watched intently as she looked up at him for approval as to if she was okay.

They’d been closer than colleagues before tonight, practically best friends, minus the big secret desire between them.

So this behavior wouldn’t be unusual to the guests present but Tom suspected she was uncertain where they stood after what happened a few hours ago.

He nodded and smiled down at her, his hand softly resting on the covered area of her hip as she relaxed into his side.

“Did you tell Makayla?” Y/n asked lowly, biting her lip.

Tom shook his head instantly, “course not, why?”

Y/n glanced across the room towards the woman in question who was about a year older than y/n.

Y/n knew that Tom and Makayla had slept together at some point in the last year, and suspected the woman’s behavior towards her tonight was out of jealousy after hearing what y/n had done.

“Love? Are you alright?” Tom asked, rubbing her hip calmingly.

“Sorry, yeah” she laughed breathily, “it’s just Jake and her are being assholes more than normal tonight”.

Tom glared over in the direction of the two in question, his hold on y/N’s waist tightening and pulling her closer unintentionally.

Y/n felt her heart surge at the behavior, mentally questioning if it meant he cared for her more than just a one night silt and or if he was just being possessive after this evening.

“What happened?” Tom asked her, turning back to look at y/n.

“Jake hasn’t left me alone tonight, being far more interruptive than normal” y/n rolled her eyes before looking over towards Makayla, “and she seemed jealous or something tonight is all”

Tom nodded, “there’s nothing between us. It was one drunken night after I lost that audition. That’s all, so I doubt it. She told me she is trying to make her way through the office”.

Y/n laughed loudly, covering her mouth with he free hand, making Tom smile.

“She actually said that to you?” She laughed.

Tom nodded and shrugged, “it’s fine, I didn’t have any feelings for her. But I’m just saying she’s not likely jealous about that, plus I didn’t say anything”.

“Hmm” y/n hummed “crazy she actually is doing that, whereas I have a few office flings over the years and suddenly I’m the office sl-“.

Tom stiffened, stepping back to stand in form of her, holding her in place before him as he looked into her eyes, “ don’t finish that”.

Y/n blushed but gave him a soft laugh and shrugged, “it’s what everyone thinks”.

“No it’s not. Not me” he argues, eyes staring into hers.

“Thanks Tom, but I don’t really care. Plus, it doesn’t say anything about you, even after tonight” she assured him, rubbing his bicep kindly.

Tom glares at her, removing his hands from her shoulders to cross his arms against his chest, “stop “.

Y/n raises an eyebrow at him, confused by his serious demeanor, “I promise. I’ve been with like two others here, most people know that but it just gives them something to gossip on without Makayla trying to slander them in revenge. But, it won’t taint your image or-“.

Tom groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “my god. I don’t fucking care y/n”.

She froze and stared at him in shock, him never having used that kind of language with her in such a serious way.

He noticed her body language and sighed, dropping his arms to his side as he took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I just mean, I don’t care love. Okay? I’m pissed they’re gossiping about you, especially when I’m the one who slept with more people”.

Tom looked across the room, glaring at each of their semi-coworkers he suspected participated in the rumors.

He turned back to y/n, delicately grabbing one of her hands, “but I don’t care what it says about me. Even if it were true. I don’t care because I… tonight was….”.

Y/n looked at her heels and nodded slowly.

Tom felt hopeful it was a signal she misinterpreted his words, wanting to take it as a sign she was secretly disappointed when thinking he didn’t take tonight seriously.

As such just as she began to mumble something about understanding, Tom took a chance and held up one fingers pressing it against her lips.

Y/n slowly closed her lips, her top lip staining his finger red as her lip brushed against it.

Tom glanced around, hating there were so many people present for a moment he envisioned being private.

However as he looked back at her and saw the hope and fear fighting in her eyes, he ignored that thought.

“I was not done” Tom states, lowering his finger back down and tugging her closer with his other hand.

“I was going to say, I’m…” he took a deep breath, focusing his gaze on her eyes in an attempt to communicate his sincerity, “I’m in love with you. I was going to say tonight wasn’t just a hook up for me… or at least I hopped it wasn’t”.

Y/n froze in place her eyes boring into his as she took shallow breaths.

“I know it’s a lot. You don’t have to respond, nor do you need to feel the same” Tom mentioned, softening his hold on her hand.

“I apologize for making our profession relationship complicated and I.. oh god, I totally overstepped. I know I asked if you were consenting beforehand… but as your technical boss, I should’ve handled it differently “ Tom rambled, squeezing his eyes shut, “I mean I never saw myself as your boss, rather as a friend. I mean Haz is my friend and he was my personal assistant for awhile… oh fuck, I’m making this worse”.

Y/n pulled herself together as Tom kept rambling about him being sorry and that he should’ve made his feelings clear before sleeping with her and that he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or violated.

She smiled as she digested his confession of being in love with her; shocked he felt the same way she had for months now.

“Tom” y/n whispered, Tom shutting up instantly and fearfully looking back at her.

“I’m in love with you too. Not because you’re my boss, but because you’re you” she admitted, slowly placing her hands on his chest so he could move away if he wanted.

Tom’s bottom jaw parted from his top jaw slightly before he broke into a wide smile as his cheeks reddened.

“Seriously?” He laughed, “shit I should’ve acted sooner then. I’ve been in hell for nearly a year”.

Y/n gasped, tugging on his tie to bring his face down to her level more, “a year?!”

Tom shyly looked away as she bit his lip.

Y/n smirked, pulling him the rest of the way to her by his waist, his chest now pressed against hers.

“Yes, you should’ve acted earlier” she whispered so lowly he struggled to hear her over the background music and surrounding conversations, slinging one arm over his shoulder.

Tom bit his lip aggressively, his hands on her waist as she pretended they were dancing but he knew better.

She smirked at him as she lowered one hand to his waistband, “I mean seriously, you had to keep me waiting this long?”

Tom chuckled, moving one hand to pull her head against his shoulder as he whispered into her ear, “I’ll make up for it”.

Y/n smiled into his shoulder, walking her fingers over the middle seem on Tom’s pants.

Tom moaned quietly into her ear, “easy now love”.

She shook her head against him, sliding one finger in between the flaps of fabric buttoned together over his crotch, “you love me, don’t you?”

“If you don't stop darling, I've no other choice but to take you right here and now against the wall there” he warned, looking to the closest wall.

Y/n lifted her head from his shoulder, slyly removing her finger from its place over his underwear.

She looked around and smiled at him before walking away.

Tom sighed, his eyes glued to her shifting hips and the way her ass moved as she strutted away from him.

He nearly headed her way when he saw Kolby approaching her.

Sure she admitted she was in love with Tom, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the idea of her ex being all over her.

However he stayed where he was when he saw Y/n shake her head, say something to him, and he sulked off.

Tom smiled to himself, burying his hands in his pockets as he waited to see why y/n left his side suddenly.

He laughed as she grabbed a brownie from the dessert table and spun back.

She grinned at him as she bit into the dessert on her way back.

Tom rolled his eyes playfully, removing his hands from his pockets and resting them on her hips when she was close enough.

Y/n shrugged, taking another bite and smirking as Tom stiffened when she licked the crumbs from her lips.

She spun the last bite in her fingers for a second, glancing up at a confused Tom.

She wiped the frosting off the top of the brownie, slowly chewing on the remainder.

Tom glared as she smirked at him knowing how hard he was getting already.

She began to lick the frosting from her finger teasingly before she ran the finger across his white dress shirt.

“Oh, I’m sorry” y/n smirked, “Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we go take it off?"

Tom smirked, his eyes glowing as he firmly grabbed her hand, leading her out of the event center.

“Tom, where are you going? The fans are just arriving” Harry stated as the couple entered the hall.

Tom groaned, “y/n is.. I got my shirt dirty, I need to change”.

Baz sighed, shaking his head, “fine, you’ve got probably five minutes anyways. If that. Y/n please ensure he actually hurries, Harrison said he was already late tonight”

Tom blushed, his fingers dancing over the back of y/N’s hand at his side.

“Of-“ y/n began but Harry cut her off.

“You know, he’ll kill me for saying this, but normally when you’re here he’s actually on time, probably trying to impress you” Baz smirked, “so maybe now he’ll arrive when the fans get in”.

Y/n giggled, “Harry!” biting her lip to keep from smirking instead of pretending to brush off Harry’s comment the way she normally would prior to Tom’s confession, “I’ll take care of it”

Tom griped to himself as y/n got a shirt out of the closet in his office.

She always had at least one extra suit and one extra set of standard clothing in the office closet so that if Tom had a sudden meeting, event, or wanted to go for a walk without being noticed, he could without having to go back to his house first.

He pouted as she tossed him the other dress shirt, not turning to look at him as she requested the dirty one so she could put it in the dry cleaning bag.

“Y/n” Tom whined, making her turn around and laugh at him.

“Tooomm” she teased, hands on her hips as she walked to him.

“We had plans, screw Harry” Tom stated.

“You want me to screw Harry?” Y/n joked, “what weird ass situation did I get myself into”.

Tom glared and scoffed, “not like that, and you know it”.

She giggled, grabbing the shirt he finally removed, kissing his cheek before she left.

“People will know if you’re late again Tom” she warned, tossing the shirt into the bag and zipping it closed.

“So, let them. I’ll tell them myself, I told you I’m in love with you” he reminded her, buttoning up the fresh shirt she gave him.

Y/n set the dirty dry cleaning bag on the back of his desk chair so she would remember to take it in for cleaning later.

She smiled over at him, tucking hair behind her ear, “doesn’t mean they need to know we’re fucking in your office”.

Tom nodded in agreement, not wanting the other men to be thinking of her in that way.

Y/n approached him, helping him with the rest of his buttons and then his tie, “not saying I don’t want to fuck in your office”.

Tom chuckled, pulling her waist to him as he pressed his lips against hers in a needy manner.

The kiss got heated just as y/N’s timer on her phone went off.

Y/n groaned as she and Tom pulled back.

He grinned at the way her eyes still held his with a burning passion.

“I will take care of you soon love” he promised, kissing her softly before departing from her arms.

Tom smiled at the fans as he autographed the headshots his agency had printed for him for the event.

He glanced over at y/n, trying not to laugh teasingly as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“You alright love?” Tom whispered in between fans.

Y/n glared over at him, wordlessly sliding another print his way to sign.

He grinned and placed his spare hand on her thigh under the table.

Her eyes snapped to his with a warning stare but he ignored it, rubbing her inner thigh slowly.

“Ello” Tom greeted the next fan casually, as if he wasn’t trying to edge his personal assistant under the table.

The fan squeaked and thanked him for signing the picture.

Tom smiled innocently as he thanked her for attending, his hand secretly never leaving y/N’s leg.

Over thirty minutes passed this way, Tom’s hand taunting y/n under the table as she tried to keep her composure.

Tom painted on yet another fake innocent smile when a fan asked for a photo.

However, his eyes darkened and widened as his fingers hit something wet this time.

He instinctively curled his fingers, causing y/n to grip the sides of her chair firmly in an attempt to stay still as her thighs shook under his touch.

Tom closed his eyes, claiming it was him blinking When the fan took the photo.

He removed his hand slyly, needing to compose himself for the photo.

Once the fan left, he glanced over at y/n, a faint smirk showing more in the glimmer in his eyes than on his lips as he whispered a warning , “y/n”

She looked away in annoyance and slid another paper to him.

Tom laughed and signaled for Harry to let the next fan approach.

“You alright love?” Tom chirped as he rounded the corner.

Y/n had stepped away from the table several minutes prior so once the last fan left, Tom sought her out.

She ignored him as she shifted her thighs, rubbing them together to relieve the tension between her hips.

Tom smirked, walking over and grabbing a hold of her hips firmly, “what is it you’re doing Hmm?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “as I said early, I’m able to take care of myself”.

Tom shook his head, pushing her backwards until her back was supported by the wall, “still so horny? Even after I fucked you so well earlier?”

Y/n moaned as his warm breath hit her ear and his erotic words echoed in her mind, “yes”.

He pressed a firm kiss to her neck, just to the side of the spot he knew she desired, “I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?"

She shrugged, making him glare as he tightened his grip on her, one hand dropping to squeeze her ass as it pressed against the wall.

“Hmm, well maybe I’ll just have to show you I’m a man of my word then” he whispered, moving his mouth to her sweet spot.

Y/n moaned, gripping him desperately, “We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

Tom laughed, “you’re the one who can’t seem to wait love”.

She took a shaky breath, “I can too”.

He shook his head at her stubbornness, “the grip you have on my shirt, and the placement of your other hands says differently darling”.

Y/n glanced down and blushed as she registered her hand roamed down to press against the bulge in his pants.

Tom licked her neck slowly, “don’t be embarrassed love, it’s hot how needy you are for me”.

Y/n fought to compose herself, not willing to be so submissive immediately.

She leaned back against the wall, making his lips separate from her neck, much to her disappointment but she knew it was needed.

“I’m not needy” she remarked, crossing her arms to increase the distance and allow herself to be more believable when the tempting contact broke.

Tom raised an eyebrow at her, “please, darling, you were basically begging”.

Y/n glared weakly, “I don’t beg”.

He smirked at the challenge, “wanna bet?”

She smirked back and nodded, “Loser pays for the date tomorrow”.

Tom agreed despite knowing he was going to pay regardless, especially since he’d suggested the date to begin with.

“Who is the one begging?” Y/n teased as Tom’s eyes roamed her exposed body, lust taking over his normally kind eyes.

“I never said I was too blind to appreciate your gorgeous body, my love” he argued, stepping back from the couch as he lowered his pants.

She shook her head, “what’s your plan then hmm?”

Tom rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips, licking them quickly, “I don’t need a plan. You’ll be begging soon, love”.

Y/n laughed but nodded, waving her hand over her body tauntingly.

He bit his lip as he undid his tie, getting an idea as he watched the way her hands went down to her core.

Tom tsked and grabbed her hand just as the tip of her fingers touched her outer lips, “no. There will be no touching. That’s cheating love”.

Y/n groaned, tugging her arm from his grip with an grin, “good luck stopping me”.

He smirked as his idea echoed in his mind, his hands lowering the tie from his neck, eyes flickering between the tie and her hands.

She seemed to catch on at that moment, eyes widening.

Tom smirked, but let his eyes soften as he looked for her consent when he grabbed her wrist.

She smiled at him and shrugged, “not going to help get me to beg, but sure”.

He scoffed and shook his head.

It wasn’t the end of his plans with her, but he suspected it would help more than she thought.

If nothing else, it would keep her hands off him which would help him not cave in to her touch before she began to beg for him.

He needed her, but he desperately needed her to beg him the way he had begged her earlier.

“Hands behind your back." Tom ordered, unbuttoning and pulling his shirt off as he waited to her to turn around.

She nodded and stood up, intentionally taking her time as she dropped her hands behind herself.

She made sure to let her hands smack against her ass as she waited to him to tie her hands.

Tom gritted his teeth as his eyes locked on the bounce of her butt under her soft hands.

Composing himself, he assertively gripped her wrists with one hand.

He watched as she squirmed slightly, her thighs rubbing, as he tightened his necktie around her wrists; pleased at how soon it had started to work.

“Now, I have work to finish” he told her, walking to his desk.

He tossed the garment bag off into the corner before settling into his seat, grinning at her across his desk.

She glared at him, “really? You’re not going to even touch me?”.

Tom smirked and shrugged, “how bad do you want me to?”

She scoffed at his pleased expression as she contemplated her situation.

“You know, you can touch me without it meaning you lost the bet” she told him.

He nodded, pretending to consider her idea.

She pouted over at him, walking over and sitting on the edge of his desk.

Tom gulped as his eyes noticed the way her bare ass was pressed against the desk, the corner making an indent in her skin the way he wanted his hands to.

Utilizing his turn on, she pressed her butt against his desk harder as she told him, “you can grab my ass Tom, you can even spank it if you want”.

Tom groaned as he saw her notice the way his cock visibly twitched.

He shook his head, ignoring her comment as best as he could as he pushed down his underwear to relieve the force compressing his erection down.

She wanted to cave as his enlarged dick flung up to his stomach, so she did the last thing she could think of in her current predicament.

“Kolby would do it” she whispered, not looking at Tom.

He instantly stood from his seat, grabbing her bound arm and pulling her up.

“What?” He asked firmly, staring at her.

“Bet or no bet, Kolby would smack my ass” she pushed.

Tom immediately gave in and brought his hand back before slamming it hard against her butt.

Y/n gasped at the contact, Tom watching as her eyes widened before being coated in a look of pleasure.

He shook his head, spanking her again, “don’t say his name again”.

Y/n nodded but when Tom sighed in relief, she added, “I’ll try… Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you."

Tom glared at her, one hand smacking her ass again while the other gripped her inner thigh.

She arched her back as she moaned, her hands twisting in the restraints.

“I don’t want to hear his name” he replied, and while he was hiding it well, she could sense some sincere jealousy there, not just the teasing way she meant it.

“Tom,” she said, lowering her tone to a soft sound, “you don’t need to be jealous of him. Or anyone”.

Tom nodded, his hand squeezing her ass and pulling her closer.

Noticing some apprehension in his attempt to fully believe her, she bent her head to rest on his shoulder, ”I don't want anyone else. It’s you I’m in love with. Besides, no one else can make me feel like you do."

Tom grinned to himself, his grip on her ass cheek tightening as he tried to get her closer to him.

She groaned as his erected penis pressed against the outside of her outer lips in the process.

He smirked despite the growing desire in himself that risked him caving to her unspoken demand.

“Beg for it." He ordered, his thumb rubbing her mound before lowering his hand to his cock to pump it.

She took a shaky breath but remained bratty, “And if I don’t?”

Tom sighed and sat down again, “then, It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off."

She furrowed her eyebrows at him in annoyance but took a seat on his thigh, her legs on each side as her privates rested on the muscles of his thigh.

He leaned back and watched her silently, keeping his face stoic.

Y/n scoffed and began rocking herself on him, Tom feeling her warm up against him.

He stretched, reaching his hands behind her to keep her from falling off as she increased her speed as he let out a seductive moan to entice her.

Tom’s stoic expression shifted to a taunting smirk as she moaned, her eyes closed, as she aggressively rode his thigh.

As he felt her arousal drip onto his thigh, he placed a hungry kiss to her collar bone while her head arched back.

“Fi-fine” she whimpered, tugging her restraints and whining as she tried desperately to increase the pressure on her core with his thigh.

“What’s that?” He asked, biting his inner lip to keep from touching himself or scooping up her juices.

“Fuck-“ she groaned, slamming her head forward onto his chest as his hand slipped to her and slapped her mound.

“Okay. I give in” she cried, “please give me more”.

Tom smirked, holding her head up as he looked into her pleading eyes, “I’m not sure I understand”.

She whimpered, shaking her head, “please Tommy. I can be good, I swear. I can be so good”.

Tom nodded, his head lowering to her neck as she leaned into him, “who would I be to deny you my love? But I just need to know what it is you need.”

She pushed her shoulder against him, Tom responding by helping her sit upright on his leg with her head up.

“Please! Give it to me!" She begged, the desperation clear in her voice and eyes by now.

Tom grinned in relief that he didn’t have to resist anymore.

He nodded sweetly, stroking her cheek and letting that hand trace her skin as he lowered it to her waist.

“Of course my sweet girl” he encouraged, pleased with the shock and intense pleasure that rushed over her as his first three fingers pushed into her without warning.

She gasped as he curled his fingers and moved around inside her, “oh god, yes”

He moaned, jerking himself as she clenched on his hand, “let yourself go beautiful”.

She nods once weakly before throwing her head back as she screams, Tom’s fingers firmly pressing onto her g spot.

Tom groans in discomfort as he tries to increase his own pleasure with his spare hand as he guides her through her high.

She rocks her hips against his hand, prompting him to improve the tempo and pressure of his fingers.

“Holy fu-“ she shouts, digging her nails into her own hands due to the tie, “god damn Tom”.

He removes his hand from himself as he feels her walls loosen, not wanting to finish yet.

Tom smiles proudly as she cums over his fingers, not stopping the tapping of her g spot.

She moans throughout the rest of her orgasm, leaning back as she stops cumming on him.

He quickly braces her back to keep her from stumbling backwards, “that’s it love”.

She glances down at him, lifting her legs off of him.

Y/n looks down shyly as she sees the mess she made of his fingers and thigh.

Tom winked, “you cum so beautifully my dear”

She blushed and moved towards his chest, using her thighs to push his apart.

“Words” Tom ordered, seeing the glint in her eye.

She chokes out a whine, “Tom, please, I need you”.

Tom bites his lip, his hands securing her hips as she stood before him.

Knowing he demanded more, she dropped to her knees, looking up at him.

And fuck, Tom thought that position, would be the death of him.

And a blissful death it would be.

The way her messy hair stuck to her flushed face, her hands tied behind her back with his necktie, kneeling before him, eyes begging with him, as she lowered her mouth to his crotch.

Tom threw his head back as her lips gripped his dick in desperation, her moaning vibrating against him.

It took himself several seconds into the blowjob and a near orgasm before he snapped back to his goal.

As she licked his member teasingly, he gripped her hair, pulling her back.

She groaned as she looked up at him, “I told you I could be good”.

Tom moaned, free hand pushing on his dick at her words.

“Not right now. As much as I love you letting me fuck your mouth “ he confessed, tugging her hair, “you mouth needs to be doing something else”.

She chuckled softly at his rambling prior to his order but nodded.

She lifted her thighs off her shins and pushed herself back to a standing position.

Y/n glanced down at Tom and whimpered, her eyes locking on his cock.

“How can I help you y/n/n?” Tom inquiried, dragging his hand down her shoulder.

She shivered under his touch, “please, I need you Tom. Just please help me, I’m begging, I can’t get myself off, I need you. Tom, please, please, please”.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging." He smirked, mockingly stroking her face with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other.

She arched her back slightly and moaned, “I know. You win, okay. Fuck-… Tom you win, just…”

Y/n gasped as Tom smacked her ass and pulled her hair while his eyes scanned her body.

“Please Tom, just fuck me already. I need you “ she sobbed, “I need your dick, I need you in me, please”.

He smirked and removed his hand from her tangled hair, dropping it next to his other one as he firmly cupped her ass, “god I love it when you moan my name”.

Y/n moaned as he gripped her cheeks tightly, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her butt, “Tom, please”.

Tom grinned and used the grip on her ass to pull her to him, firmly guiding her until her core was against his dick.

She gasped as his warm penis touched her.

Y/n glanced up at him with thankful eyes before she gently shook her arms.

Understanding her wish and also personally desiring her hands to be free, he whispered, “Be good for me and I’ll untie you”.

She nodded, “I - I will be good”.

Tom moved his hands to her wrists, grabbing the ends of the necktie restraining her, “promise? How good will you be for me?”

She whimpered, batting her eyes at him, “so good, Sir. Fuck, I’ll be so good”.

Tom moaned at the nickname, his fingers rapidly undoing the tie on her wrists.

Y/n sighed and tangled her hands in his hair, her lips pressing kisses all over his face.

He hummed, leaning his head back as he let her hands rover all of his skin, relishing in her touch.

“Sir, I want more, please, give me more!" She pleaded, her hands pumping his cock as precum dripped from it.

Tom’s heavy eyes met hers, “show me what you want, and beg for it, like you promised”.

Y/n nodded immediately, her hand squeezing his dick, “I need this, your enormous cock Sir, I need it in me. I need you railing me, please”.

His eyes flashed open, one hand tugging her hair and the other back on her ass again, “fuck y/n… no more sir, I need you to beg me. Not your boss. Me. Tom”.

She stepped back and pushed his legs together, straddling his waist within seconds.

“As you wish, after all, can’t disappoint the best I’ve ever had” she winked, playing into his praise kink.

Tom moaned, resecurring his grip on her and tightening his hold.

“Tom, handsome, I need you” she exclaimed, rocking her hips closer to him, “so so so badly”.

Tom nodded and groaned as he leaned against his desk chair.

“Please Tom, help me out, I need you, I can’t handle this anymore, I’d do anything “ she whimpered.

He immediately caved, hand leaving her hair to grab his girth and line it up to her.

“Me or you?” He asked her, giving in.

She grinned and sighed in relief, “I don’t care right now”

Before he could decide, she tore his hand away from himself and replaced it with her own as she aggressively pushed his dick into her opening.

They both moaned scandalously as their hands trailed each other and lips roamed the other’s body.

Y/n rode him as Tom audibly sucked on her neck, “you’re so good for me y/n”.

She hummed, making cursive letters with her hips as she lowered herself onto him further.

Tom cursed and aggressively slapped her ass as he bit her neck.

“Oh fu-“ she gasped, tugging his hair, “motherfucking hell Tom. Do that again”.

Tom smirked and repeated his actions and let out a hellaciously loud moan as she spelled his name in cursive with her hips as he kept spanking her butt.

Just as he noticed what she was spelling with her movements, he felt himself let go and finish inside of her without notice.

“Fuck, I’m s-“ Tom mumbled, leaning up and his breath hitching as his cock trembled against her walls.

She held one hand over his mouth, the other pushing him back down in his chair, riding him as he went through his high.

Tom was acutely aware of the insanely erotic sounds he was making, but kept squeezing her ass in his hands as if his life depended on it.

When he was done, his hands held onto her waist to keep himself inside her, “my turn”.

She gasped as Tom lifted them both up, her legs wrapping around him as she felt herself clench around him as he walked with his dick inside her.

“Tom” she moaned as he approached the table, them unknowingly having moved away during their erotic activities.

“Let me hear you love, no one else is here” he cooed, stroking her hair as he reached the desk.

“I don’t even care anymore, they can hear” she gushed, “I can’t help myself, you’ve ruined me Tom. I need you, please, I can feel another one”.

Tom chuckled, “oh I know. Don’t worry love, you’ll cum again”.

She whimpered at his words but moaned loudly as he slammed her back onto his desktop, his lips traveling her chest instantly.

“G-“ she gasped, scratching his bare back as he hovered over her, his dick still inside her.

“Gah, fuck Tom, no” she cried as he started to remove himself from her.

He smirked as he kept bringing his hips back for a few seconds before suddenly throwing his hips forward, making her scream his name.

“You like it when I fuck you on my desk Hmm?” He asked, grinning as she nodded wordlessly as she gasped for air.

“You just love it when I pound you like this don’t you y/n?” Tom teased, lowering his lips down to kiss her breasts as he thrusted his hips into her again.

“Fuck yes” she screamed, “please Tom, please don’t stop”

“Shit love, Your thighs are shaking so much” Tom commented, rubbing them delicately, “just let go baby”.

She whimpered, tugging on his hair, “I need your lips, kiss me please”.

He nodded within seconds, but backed his hips up, pulling himself out making her frown.

He laughed and smirked, leaning his lips down until they were mere millimeters from touching hers.

Tom thrusted his hips forward with as much force as he was sure she could handle, his mouth connecting with hers as he absorbed her loud moaning.

Tom groaned as he felt her warm cum engulf his dick in the already tight space he was working with down there.

As she continued to cum, her walls stretched, allowing more room for both him and the ongoing cum.

She kept moaning in his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, using his other hand to flick the other nipple.

When he felt her cum stop but walls remain flexed and wider, he pressed a kiss to her sternum before ramming her again.

“Tom!” She screamed, her eyes glazing over as she moaned loudly, “fuck, yes, oh my god. Again Tom! Please! Again!”

Gripping her hips to keep her in place so her movements wouldn’t mute any sensations, he removed himself from her.

He sunk his fingers into her core, grinning at her as he removed them and sucked her cum from his fingers, “I need some room”.

She moaned at his teasing and closed her eyes in pleasure as Tom delicately used his fingers to clean her out.

Once he felt confident he got most of it out without causing a significant amount more to release, he licked his fingers clean, moaning before lining himself up.

“That’s it, that’s my girl” he praised as she reached down and pulled his cock into alignment with her entrance in desperation.

Tom held her hips firmly again as he brought his ass backwards and arched up to the ceiling.

She whimpered as she watched his length quickly slide through the air and crash into her, feeling his length fill her as she screamed into his shoulder.

Tom smirked as he felt her cum even more this time, so much so he could feel his cock sliding out of her from the slippery fluids pushing against him.

“So good for me, look at how much you came” he cheered, squeezing her ass as he praisingly gazed at her dripping cunt.

She threw her head back against the wooden desk as she took a shaky breath, a pleased smile on her lips.

Tom kindly stroked her face, brushing the hair off her skin and placing sweet kisses in their place.

He gave her a passionate but gentle kiss to her lips, “y/n my love, you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?"

She took a deep breath and nodded, fingertips dancing over his jaw.

“I’ve got you love, don’t hold back” he said, dropping to his knees before his desk.

“Tom?” She asked faintly, in a bit of a blissful daze from her last orgasm.

He softly tugged her legs towards him, sliding her until her butt on the edge of the desk, “I’ll do the work, you just relax”.

She mumbled an agreement and relaxed her muscles as he rose himself up until his mouth was at her entrance.

“You taste so fucking good love” Tom commented seconds before his tongue licked her outer lips.

“Mmmm Tom “ she whispered, pushing her hips and butt closer to him.

“Settle dear, I’ll take care of you. I promise” he encouraged.

He leaned back into a different angle, using the empty chair area of the the desk to position himself just below her cunt.

Tom took a moment to memorize every detail of this intimate part of her.

Then, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as a courteous warning before he dove back in.

He swore he came again as he used his tongue to drag the cum out of her sensitive center and swallowed her.

Tom moved his mouth to her clitoris and pressed a soft kiss first, watching as she trembled under his delicate touch.

“Doing okay love?” He checked in, knowing he’d already given her several orgasms tonight.

“Great” she murmured, squeezing his hand that was still holding hers, “your lips feel so good”.

Tom smirked and pressed his mouth back to her clit, this time swirling his tongue around it and watched as she twitched over and over.

He sunk a finger into her vagina, curling it as he instantly found her g spot as if he knew every inch of her already.

Tom removed his tongue and began to suck on her clitoris needily as he tickled her g spot before pushing his knuckle against it.

As y/n screamed, her throat burning from the intensity of the force she was using, Tom moved his mouth to her opening and pulled out his finger.

Tom shouted her name loudly as he lapped up the cum dripping from her onto his mouth below her hips.

“Sorry” Tom panicked, pulling his hand back from her as she flinched.

She laughed faintly and shook her head, “I’m okay Tom, just a bit sensitive”.

He nodded, slowly lowering the wet towel back to her legs.

“I promise, you did good Tom. So good” she assured him, squeezing his arm.

Tom blushed and glanced up at her with a shy smile, “I didn’t go too hard?”

She shook her head, “I would tell you. You know, you don’t need to do the aftercare thing Tom, you’ve done more than enough for me tonight”.

He chuckled, leaning down to place a soft kiss to her forehead, “shh, I’m always going to take care of you and clean up my mess, love. It should only take a few seconds”.

She smiled as she watched him focus on cautiously cleaning their fluids from her body, seeing him double check each location to make sure he didn’t miss any.

“I suppose we don’t need to wait for the standard protocol of the third date to initiate sex now huh?” Y/n teased, her head resting against Tom’s chest as he held her to him as he laid on the couch.

Tom chuckled, kissing her cheek, “I hadn’t planned on it happening this way, but I’m not sure I can hide my physical desires for you after today”.

Y/n rubbed her head against his chest as she got more comfortable under the blanket he had draped over them, “that’s not quite what I asked”.

Tom laughed, tickling her sides, “I won’t tell you sleep with me before our third date, but I’d appreciate it”.

Y/n busted out laughing as she snuggled into his embrace, “god I love you”.

“I love you too y/n, I’m more than pleased we got more personal” he winked, stroking her hair to encourage her to sleep.

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[monstersonscreen]

Some of the prosthetic makeup sculpts devised by Richard Edlund's Boss Film Studios for Stephen Geoffreys, Amanda Bearse and Chris Sarandon in Fright Night (1985).

Effects artist Steve Johnson wished for the prosthetic makeup on Goeffreys as Evil Ed to be 'a little Quasimodo', uneven and lumpy. Johnson had always been bugged by how 'symmetrical' the American Werewolf in London and Howling transformations were, and wanted to do his own spin.

Chris Sarandon had three stages of makeup applied to him to represent his monstrous states; Steve Neill was assigned to do the makeup, but was persuaded by an eager Randall William Cook into letting him do the final (and most monstrous) makeup stage.

Amanda Bearse's 'shark mouth' mask was a last minute job requested by Tom Holland; Randy Cook sculpted a simple latex mask for Bearse to wear, believing that it would only be used for one brief shot. He was embarrassed when it turned out it didn't just get used for several shots, but became the most iconic image of the film!

#fright night #fright night 1985 #1985 #Tom Holland #Richard Edlund #Boss Film Studios #Steve Johnson #Steve Neill #Randall William Cook #Stephen Geoffries #Chris Sarandon #Amanda Bearse #Jerry Dandridge #Evil Ed #vampires #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf transformation #prosthetics #special makeup effects #practical effects

[derangedgoldenretreiver]

a non-exhaustive list of kins

crowley (good omens)

blitzØ (helluva boss)

remus lupin (harry potter (specifically atyd portrayal))

jinx (arcane)

chandler bing (friends)

peter parker/spiderman (tom holland vers)

tamaki (ohshc)

jess (gilmore girls)

lance (voltron)

#kin #kin stuff #crowley #good omens #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss #remus lupin #atyd #harry potter #wizarding world #jinx #arcane #chandler bing #friends tv #peter parker #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #tamaki #ohshc #jess mariano #gilmore girls #voltron legendary defender #voltron #lance mcclain

[vogueman]

Tom Holland photographed by Sharif Hamza for GQ Magazine, December 2021. Tom wears coat by Polo Ralph Lauren, sweater by Boss and pants by Gucci

#Tom Holland #fashion #aesthetic #menswear #style #ralph lauren #hugo boss #gucci

[fandomstimboards123]

Can I request multiple at a time? If not you can just pick your favourite,

Dean Martin

Frank Sinatra

Thor (avengers)

Spiderman

(Tom Holland) Peter Parker

(Andrew Garfield) Peter Parker

Antman

Of course you can request multiple!

#Requests #on it boss #frank sinatra #dean martin #thor/marvel #Spiderman #tom holland #andrew garfield #peter parker

[swirlypearls]

hello !

i am a aspiring writer who is hoping to share some pieces and grow as an author here 🤍

let me know what kind of stories you would like me to write !!

i’m open to writing anything as long as it’s not too weird 😅

thanks for reading and please be niceee 🙃🙃

fandoms i’ll write for 🙂🙂

- never have i ever

- spiderverse

- my hero academia

- the summer i turned pretty

- xo kitty

- cobra kai (not karate kid, sorry!)

- celebrities

you x someone you know (must include personality traits in request)

tropes i’ll write for !!

- angst

- smut

- fluff

- friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- platonic relationships

- unrequited love

#across the spiderverse #never have i ever #my hero academy fanfiction #cobra kai #friends to enemies #friends to lovers #enemies to friends trope #enemies to lovers #mafia boss x reader #ryan gosling #micheal cimino #ethan morales #tom holland #andrew garfield #izuku midoriya

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

How I be feeling at work today when I told everyone I was resigning to finish my pilot’s license and they told me I had Top Gun energy

#damn straight cathy #I made a coworker cry tho because he’s sad I’m leaving #I’m proud of that #apparently around the company I’m the popular likeable one with Tom Holland energy that everyone’s mutually agrees they love #why they tell me this when I’m leaving idk maybe I would’ve stayed when I learnt I was on top of the social hierarchy #apparently I’m the boss’s fave too #oh well #✨they can’t afford me✨🕶️ #jk I’ll be back once my pilot course is done #maybe #idk we’ll see

[macadoodlewrites]

The Devil Doesn’t Bargain - Prologue (Peter Parker Mob AU)

Summary: Peter Parker is well on his way to taking over his adoptive father’s business – but with new threats emerging, Peter and Tony Stark decide that a deal between rivals needs to be brokered. A marriage proposal between enemies brings Hallie straight into the arms of Peter, and it won’t take her long to realise that escape will not be easy.

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, dub-con behaviour, torture, smut, swearing

Ships: Peter Parker x OC

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Word Count: 1.2k

Being woken up by a banging on his door was not how Peter Parker wanted to start his Saturday morning; it wasn’t how he wanted to start any morning. Perhaps if the knocking had come from a woman - preferably naked - or someone holding a wad of cash for him, then he may have been less angry. But as he knew that the only people with access to the house were Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn or MJ Watson, he felt perfectly justified in yelling, “What the fuck do you want?”

It was Harry knocking. “Get your ass up, Tony wants you.”

“Well Tony can go fuck himself and come and see me if he wants me.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger, Pete,” Harry hollered back. “Just check your damn phone.”

Peter could hear Harry’s footsteps echoing in the hallway as he walked away, probably back to his own bedroom with MJ. If Tony had contacted Harry, it must be important - Tony was the leader of the Stark Mob, one of the most feared gangs in Northern America, and Peter was being groomed to take over the empire. He already had a name for himself as it was - a name that struck fear when mentioned - but he wanted Tony’s title.

Which meant for now, he answered Tony’s calls and messages when required.

Not that Peter didn’t respect Tony - quite the opposite. His parents and Uncle had died when he was ten, and since that day twelve years ago, Tony had inserted himself into his life as a surrogate father, and helped his Aunt May out with tuition, contacts, and practically raised him alongside her. May had been killed two years ago, and since then, Tony had adopted Peter only months before his twenty-first birthday, securing Peter’s place in his dynasty. 

He turned over, reaching across his king-sized bed for his phone. Four missed calls from Tony, and even one from Pepper. There was a text above all of the calls. 

Meet me at base. Now.

Within an hour, Peter was dressed in his usual attire - white dress shirt, black blazer, black trousers, an extremely overpriced watch, and cufflinks with his initials etched into them - and walking into the Stark base. No one bothered him as he went by, he was only given the occasional nod from some of the higher-ups. He didn’t return them. This was business, and his image as the cold, unapproachable, son of the boss was something that he had carefully crafted and wanted to keep. 

Tony’s office was to the back of the base, and Peter knocked as a courtesy before walking in. Tony was sat behind his large black granite desk in his cream leather chair , a stack of files in front of him. There was a large glass of brandy in his hand, and his hair was mussed-up, as if he had been running a hand through it. He barely glanced up as Peter walked in. 

“Sit.”

Peter walked towards the side table next to the cream leather sofa, poured himself a glass of brandy from the glass tumbler, and then took a seat in front of Tony’s desk. 

“It’s nine in the morning, Tony. Little early to be drinking?”

Tony placed his own glass down on his desk and stared Peter down, his eyes tired behind his glasses. “I could say the same to you.”

Peter raised his glass in a mock-cheers. “Careful there, you almost sound like my father.” 

“I’m the closest thing you’ve got to one, kid,” replied Tony, but there was affection underlying his tone. “I have a job for you - a long term one. And you’ll need the boys and their skills to help you.” Peter, Harry and Ned were the perfect team, and Tony knew it. 

“Alright. Why the urgency?”

Peter watched as Tony downed the amber liquid in his glass and took in his appearance. Asides from his tired eyes and rumpled hair, his shirt was creased, the top button undone, and his tie was loose. This was not Tony Stark, leader of the most successful mob in Northern America, the commanding billionaire that the public feared. No, this was the rare Tony that only his family - including Peter - saw. 

“My house was broken into last night,” Tony said, and stood up to get himself another drink. Years of keeping control of his emotions was the only thing that stopped Peter from dropping his drink. “They nearly made it to mine and Pepper’s bedroom. Both Pepper and Morgan are fine, and in one of our other houses. I fired fifteen men this morning for incompetency and have had to check over every one of our cameras and security systems. We caught the men who broke in and they’re currently in interrogation.” Peter couldn’t help but snort. Interrogation meant that the intruders were dead men walking.

“How did they find your address? It’s not on any of our records,” Peter replied, leaning forwards. “The same as mine.”

“It looks like we may have a mole,” Tony explained, his glass nearly full. “But that’s not what concerns me. It’s the who.”

“And who were they?”

“Whittingham men. That was all of the information that we could find on them. They swallowed pills as soon as they were captured, so I have no idea if they were there to harm Pepper, kidnap my daughter, or kill me, but it won’t happen again.”

Gears were turning in Peter’s head. There weren’t many families that would dare put themselves in the same category as the Starks, but the Whittingham’s were one of them. Dominic Whittingham, the leader of their organisation had been locked in a rivalry with Tony for the better part of a decade. They were influential and powerful - clearly more powerful than Peter had estimated as they’d somehow broken into Tony’s house.

“What’s the job?” Peter asked. 

For the first time since entering the office, Tony smiled. He sipped from his drink and placed himself back at the desk, then slid three files over to Peter. 

He opened them. One was the file on Dominic Whittingham - Peter had read through it many times. Know thy enemy, and all that. Dominic was known for his wealth, his charitable contributions to society, and presented himself as a good man. To anyone on the flip side, in the depths of illegal activity as Peter and Tony were, Dominic was as crooked as they came.

The next was on Aiden Whittingham, the heir to the family legacy. He was essentially Peter’s twin, on the other side of the game, the one groomed to take over eventually. Peter had also read through this file many times.

And the final one was on the daughter. Halston Whittingham. 

He knew this file well. It was much smaller than her father’s and brother’s. As far as anyone was aware, she had no dealings in the family business, no hand in any illegal activity. She was a socialite, she attended events for charities, cut ribbons at ceremonies, appeared in magazine covers for her style and family name, and had a reputation as innocent as her father’s was blackened. 

Peter had also done his own separate research on her before, pitched ideas to Tony...

“Tony,” Peter started, staring down at the picture attached to the file. A pretty blonde, smiling widely into the camera. “Why am I looking at her file? What is the job?”

Tony leaned forwards; hands clasped as he leaned on his desk. “It involves Miss Whittingham, Peter...”

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[hollandsz]

Well it looks like tom wore this Prada suit. Why would boss say that he wore one of their suits?? It doesn’t make sense 😭😭

#tom holland #boss #hugo boss #prada

[justisco]

i worked from home today because snow and watched the entirety of season 2 of the white lotus, thoughts below

MAIN THOUGHT THO, theme song slaps, didn’t skip once

#PEPPA PIG!!! #that is emmy worthy golden globe worthy #valentina ily #was aggy that greg was in for another season #but it all added up in the end #umm i did not care about the italian american men #albie was a wet wipe who deserved what he got #lucia queen girl boss finessed the fucker <3 #portia kinda annoying #jack calling her a fuckin slag did finish me off tho #never quite understood his relationship with tom hollander but we move #daphne revealing the kids or at least one of them was not camerons #TOP TIER TELEVISION #what a reveal #i assume her an ethan shagged on that little island to get back at cameron and harper? #either way ethan had no business being built like that honestly smash #AND SPOILER #WHAT A WAY FOR TANYA TO GO #MY QUEEN #the white lotus

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Credit to Boss Logic

#Boss Logic #Spider-Man #Amazing Spider-Man #No Way Home #Doc Oct #Dr Octopus #Tom Holland #Andrew Garfield #Tobey Maguire

[bonesandchalamet]

a Monaco Grand Prix - t.holland

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pairing: Tom holland x mercedes intern!fem!reader

warnings: some flirting + possible minor errors

a/n: inspired by the Monaco gp today! combining my love for Tom and formula 1 into this! if you like formula 1, you can find my sports masterlist on @thatsdemko 🥰

“you can’t just be nice and give him a tour?” your boss, Toto Wolff, gives you a glare that’s almost killer. one that you know will bite you in the ass, if you don’t just take the opportunity to show the famous celebrity around the paddock.

you know it’s part of your job. if you want your placement to be permanent, you’ll have to do whatever the boss says, and that being showing a famous prick around the Monaco paddock.

you nod, “I’ll do it.” you swallow the nervous jitters, as you turn out of the Mercedes hospitality to the one and only Tom holland making his way through media, other formula 1 interns, and press.

he’s headed to you with his security guards. a bright pearly white smile on his face as climbs the steps, hand extended, “ah you must be y/n! I was told you’d show me around.” his British accent brings warmth to your ears as it visibly spreads to your cheeks taking his hand in yours.

you’ve completely forgot why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. after having met the Tom holland, you’d do anything your boss asks you to do.

“right this way, Mr. Holland, let me show you our new and improved cars for this weekends race.”

—

each spot you took him to came with a variety questions and expression, god he was cute, was all you could think about. he was attentive and listened to your tidbits and nerdy jokes, he could tell you really loved your job and took formula 1 as serious as it was.

“and this is the Red Bull garage, legally I’m not allowed in there or else I’ll be reported for spying. but go on in, I’m sure Christian Horner would love to see you.” you gesture for the actor to step inside the garage and join the couple of other famous people you could see from where you stood.

as badly as he wanted to step in and have the cameras pointed on him, he didn’t mind keeping a lower profile and decline the offer to do so, “if you can’t go in then I definitely shouldn’t.” he laughs pulling out his phone to show you his Lewis Hamilton lockscreen, “I’d be murdered in there.”

“that makes two of us.” you giggle, pulling out your phone to show him the picture of you and Lewis on your first day. he’s a bit jealous as a claims, but you’re sure he’s had more opportunities to meet him than you have. considering you rarely see the drivers— except for Mick Schumacher.

“ah I’m hoping to get a picture with him like that too!” he carefully taps his finger against your screen to get another look at the picture; two of you smiling from ear to ear in Bahrain.

“I don’t have the privileges to get you to meet him, but considering your fame status? I’m sure by the end of this weekend you’ll see him more times than me.” you gesture for him to follow and he keeps up as you pass the McLaren, where Oscar piastri and lando norris are doing final placements.

“what if I want to see you more by the end of this weekend?” he asks, the words slipping off his tongue before he can filter them out. his hand flies over his lips; security guard chuckling at his intrusive thoughts winning. flirty words were easy for Tom, but he didn’t expect to find himself using a line on you this early on the tour.

you can feel the red hue quickly spread to your cheeks, it’s more noticeable than the last time he got your attention that way. he moved into your field of vision turning to face you, rather than the cars, “I mean I could always use a tour guide around Monaco?” he shrugs, hand finding the nape of his neck as he nervously plays with the hairs there.

“ask me when I’m off the clock, then legally I can answer.”

—

you thought he would’ve forgotten by now. it was hours after you gave him his own private tour of the paddock, and somehow? he was still there.

most people— fans, media, press, and other members of formula 1— had vacated the paddock following an early rise tomorrow for the big race, but not Tom. he’d stuck out waiting around, taking pictures with the few fans left, and even getting his picture with the infamous Lewis Hamilton.

“I see you finally got your picture.” you say as you make your way down those same hospitality steps to close the gap of where he stood off to the side.

“yeah, but I didn’t get that guaranteed tour of Monaco yet?”

“will I get paid by the end of the tour?” you raise an eyebrow watching his words stumble out of his mouth, words not even forming sentences you tripped him hard, “I’m joking, Tom, but I get off of work tomorrow late, so your tour will have to wait.”

he nods eager, but still slow enough to not show much of his excitement, “I can wait until then. I’ll find you here tomorrow evening?”

“deal, and I don’t take checks as a form of payment.”

#tom holland #tom holland x oc #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #mercedes amg f1 #tom holland fiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland fics #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland drabble #f1 fic #formula 1 fic #tom holland fanfic #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

[softspiderling]

elle’s archive

-ˏˋ. stiles stilinski ˊˎ-

we always find a way (to make it out alive) ➵ beacon hills holds a lot of bad memories for you. you’re still not sure how you let yourself be persuaded to go back.

-ˏˋ. derek hale ˊˎ-

but I need your lips on mine ➵ derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

How You Get The Girl ➵ it’s been six months since Derek stopped replying to your texts, so why was he suddenly standing in front of your door?

-ˏˋ. jake "hangman" seresin ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

how you first met (and how you became more)

you’re dating (but no one knows)

you’re married (but in secret)

you pick him up from the airport

જ⁀➴fics

songs about girls (like you) ➵ Jake has finally returned from his mission.

how do you love somebody else? ➵ the one where you and Jake are exes.

get like me ➵ the one where you defend Jake’s honor.

five kisses ➵ five kisses with Jake

never knew (that I could fall so hard) ➵ You and Jake are friends. Just friends

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ── wingman's best friend universe ── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

all the fics below are part of the same universe, but can be read as stand-alone fics!

hooked from hour one ➵ the one where you share a mutual friend, but are unaware of it

baby, you down? ➵ your best friend is a naval aviator, but apparently so is the guy you’ve been dating? Yeah, funny how life works.

cruel existence ➵ you get hurt at work and Jake spirals

-ˏˋ. bradley "rooster" bradshaw ˊˎ-

જ⁀➴ drabbles

you're married (but in secret)

જ⁀➴fics

summer days (drifting away) ➵ Bradley bumped into you at the beach and then just keeps doing it

speak now (or forever hold your peace) ➵ it’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

cross my heart (hope to die) ➵ it’s easy to fall in love with Rooster. It’s a bit harder to be in love with him.

-ˏˋ. natasha "phoenix" trace ˊˎ-

you're married but in secret

-ˏˋ. pete "maverick" mitchell ˊˎ-

he likes you (but in an annoying way)

do you believe in love at first sight (or should I walk by again) ➵ the one where you keep running into Maverick.

-ˏˋ. tom holland ˊˎ-

you mocha me crazy ➵ an encounter at a coffee shop leaves you with more than a cup full of coffee

summer days ➵ it’s just one of those rare summer mornings. They were Tom’s favorite

five signs you’re too close to your boss ➵ you liked being the personal assistant of the CEO of Holland Enterprises. But sometimes you wondered if you were too close to your boss.

dance your worries away ➵ when you signed up for a beginners ballroom dancing class with your boyfriend, you hadn’t expected to be standing without a dancing partner. But then again, life has a funny way of working out

things you left unsaid ➵ having casual sex with Tom despite having feelings for him? What could go wrong?

put in love and don’t give up ➵ honestly, you never pegged Tom for the kind of guy that ghosts people, but here you are. Ghosted.

will you find me (afterlife) ➵ the five stages of grief start with denial and it didn’t seem like Tom was going leave that stage anytime soon.

honest feelings and bad timing | Teaser | One | Two ➵ It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

swanky fortune ➵ when you clicked the ‘donate’ button on the GoFundMe page, you never would have expected to actually win. But are you going to take advantage of the opportunity or will you embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush?

of broken promises and heartbreak ➵ It’s been six years since you and Tom broke up, six years since you’ve last seen each other. A lot has happened, Tom got insanely famous, making countless billion dollar movies, attending one red-carpet event after the other. But now he was attending one event, he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Your wedding. And he wasn’t attending as your groom.

-ˏˋ. peter parker ˊˎ-

need a ride? ➵ just because you were at a country club, doesn’t mean you had to behave well

Talk To A Stranger! ➵ you liked talking to strangers. Well, when it’s not in real life, that is.

no air ➵ Short breath, panic flooding through the veins, sweat trickling down the sides. Peter knew the symptoms of a panic attack just all too well after a fight with a certain villain from space. Didn’t mean he knew how to prevent them, though. Luckily, you were by his side to help.

heavy burden ➵ you liked to live your life like you want it, but there was always someone who stood in the way of that. Always.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #tom holland #peter parker #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #stiles x reader #derek hale x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader

[youandtom2]

Praise You Like I Should (CEO!Tom Holland) 18+

Summary: You were always a people-pleaser, desperate to do right by everybody no matter what they asked. Being an intern, your boss Jackson exploited your people-pleaser tendencies in a very unprofessional manner, and CEO Mr Holland wasn't happy about it... Themes: smut! little bit of fluff and angst, dom!tom and sub!reader, oral (m+f), major praise kink, sir kink, overstimulation, masturbation (alone) , slight jewelry kink w/c: 10k+

MASTERLIST

You look over the dimly lit hall before you, tables decorated to the nines with hand-folded serviettes, silver-ware suited for royalty, gleaming as they sit on a fresh white linen table cloth, surrounded by tall plum-coloured cushioned chairs. There’s about twelve tables dotted around the hall identical to one another, waiting to be filled by guests in about an hour or so. The room sparkles with the metallic colouring of birthday banners and balloons floating around the room, illuminated by the dancing, multicoloured disco lights. 

The surprise birthday party you were instructed to organise is for Mr Holland’s business partner, Taylor. They’re each other's yin and yang, mixing together like oil on water but somehow they make it work. The informal Taylor bases his relationship with his employees on friendship and a sense of mutual equality, where the formal Mr Holland prefers professionalism and respect on top of trust. Nevertheless, both are equally respected as bosses and businessmen in their own right. It doesn’t necessarily mean you all prefer one over the other, but if you had to make a choice as to who you would rather hang out with, the answer is an obvious one.

As an intern, it isn’t exactly part of your remit to organise and host birthday events, but your boss, Jackson, ordered you to do it. Jackson’s notable within the workforce for several reasons; he’s outgoing, social, ambitious, confident, and is unofficially Taylor’s kiss ass. He appointed himself (ahem, you) with the responsibility of organising Taylor’s surprise party, not because he thinks he’s capable, but because he’s looking for recognition. What people don’t know is that he’s actually a lazy guy who has gotten himself drunk with the taste of superiority, abusing you as his own personal slave for favours both big (entirely consequential and out of your depth) and small (worthless and petty). Unfortunate to be his first intern, you’ve realised how gluttonous he’s become with you at his disposal how and whenever he pleases. However, being placed at the bottom of the pecking order, you’re not at liberty to say no. 

Jackson’s not your favourite boss by any means, but by God he keeps you busy. It tooks weeks for you to organise the venue, the catering, the entertainment, the decorations, the invitations, most importantly the cake, and the little oddities that everyone forgets about like hand-written name tags and having straws at the bar. You’ve been working relentlessly and after weeks of stress, late and often sleepless nights, numerous phone calls and emails, cancellations and rebookings, tonight is the night that all of that can end. The curse of being a perfectionist and a people-pleaser can finally release its hold on you.

Just as you finish clarifying the itinerary with the hotel’s bar staff, you notice a dark figure walking through the entrance. Your eyes trail nervously from the black patent shoes to the white shirt peeking beneath the black suit of which belongs to Mr Holland. He has his tortoise shell glasses perched perfectly on his nose, reflecting the colours of the disco lights as he walks towards you, stoic and poised. A silent ‘fuck’ crosses your mind. 

Being the CEO eight floors above you, Mr Holland’s face isn’t one that you see as consistently as Jackson’s. He’s at least 6 tiers above you in the pecking order, one of two to take superiority over a long line of directors, specialists, managers, supervisors and assistants before you. So you can hardly blame yourself when you start to feel nerves gathering in your chest, despite how well-respected he is amongst the workforce. 

His eyes finally find yours and he clarifies your name. You can appreciate that he’s at least taken the time to learn your face. “You're Jackson’s intern, right?” 

Wow. He knows you more than you thought. “Yes sir. Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“No, thank you. I was just coming to take a look around. I’m normally part of organising the celebrations but this year I’ve been too busy.” He wordlessly waves a hand before weaving in and out the tables, reading each name tag as he passes by. You watch nervously as he inspects the room until finding himself in front of what you call The Shrine with folded arms, almost bursting at the seams. More simply, it’s a collage of photos of Taylor taken over the years pieced together in a mosaic standing on an easel, gathered and no less arranged by you, of course. Next to it stands an empty corkboard, waiting to be filled with pictures from tonight's celebration, provided by the pop-up photobooth beside it. 

“Whose idea was this?” There’s a warm smile on Mr Holland’s face.

“Mine, sir.”

“And the handcrafted name tags?”

“Also me, sir.”

“I love it. It’s very creative.” You exhale loudly, relieved. The people-pleaser inside you starts to buzz, fluttering wildly at Mr Holland’s praise. “Did you…” His eyes squint narrowly, honing in on you. “Did you organise all of this?” 

“Yes, I did. The venue and catering took some negotiating but once that was planned, the rest came with time.”

“Impressive.”

You’re about to thank him but you're interrupted by the obnoxious calling of your name in a voice that booms from the entrance of the hall. Jackson marches towards you and you stand a little straighter. He doesn’t notice Mr Holland standing in the corner of the room next to the shrine. Instead of Mr Holland announcing himself, which is what you expected him to do, he sinks his hands into his pockets and quietly observes from afar. 

“I need a rundown--” Please, that would be great. “--and for the love of God where is the present I was supposed to get Taylor?” Thanks for getting me a present for him, I’ll pay you back.

Your answer is succinct and to the point. “I’ve left it in your hotel room; it’s a dinner reservation at Keens Steakhouse in New York. As for tonight, the bar will be open for guests when they arrive at 6:30pm, Taylor will arrive between 7:00pm and 7:15pm for his surprise, the buffet will open at 7:30pm and cake will be served at 8:30pm. Last orders are at 11:30pm and the curfew is midnight. Everyone has checked in and has their hotel room key, although Kelsey couldn’t make it tonight, so her room is spare.”

Jackson gives a gruff nod, mumbling something intelligible under his breath. He cautiously looks to the bar, then narrows his eyes at you with a pointed finger wavering in your face. “I need tonight to be perfect so I need you to be sober. No alcohol. Got it?” In other words, I can’t be bothered making sure everything goes smoothly so I need you to stay sober while I get shit-faced. You nod, pursing your lips angrily as he walks away from you without a final word.

With Jackson no longer in sight, the tension finally deflates and your shoulders relax. You hate that every interaction with Jackson is a test of your skill and knowledge, caught in a vicious cycle of having to prove yourself worthy time and time again. 

As Mr Holland emerges from the corner of the room, it’s an observation he also confronts having finally witnessed Jackson’s true authoritarian nature. His eyes are fixated on the golden doors in a stare so firm it could burn holes through the metal, and just when he steps into the brighter lights of the bar, his overall demeanour changes. 

His jaw ticks when he finally faces you. “Jackson’s keeping you on your toes tonight it seems.” 

“He always does, sir.” You shuffle awkwardly on your feet, recounting the numerous occasions his brutal demands have worked you to the bone.

“I don’t think I appreciate the way he talks to you.” 

“Oh I’m used to it by now.”

“So he talks to you like that all the time?” Shit. In truth, Jackson would never have spoken so harshly to you had he known anyone was in the room let alone Mr Holland, but that was his mistake. One you’re not sorry for. “Well, if he isn’t going to tell you what an amazing job you have done, I will. You should be proud of organising all of this by yourself, it’s not easy. Well done.” 

Your chest swells with pride as Mr Holland pats a gentle hand against your upper arm. Finally, your first taste of positive reinforcement. “Thank you, sir.” 

Mr Holland’s smirk quirks at the edges. His hands find themselves deep within his pockets once again as he coolly and oh-so-calmly exits through the doors. 

~~~~

You are insomnia personified. As relieved as you are that the night is going exactly to plan, with the nervous anticipation over, you just cannot wait to get to your bed knowing that the stress is over. You have hours of sleep to catch up on, a stone of weight to put back on and friends and family to respond to, and without a single alcoholic drink to lift your spirits, you’re finding it harder and harder to keep the exhaustion at bay. Beyond the exhaustion, however, there’s a sadness hidden deep within your conscience and while you glance over the decorations you hung up as the melodic singing of ‘happy birthday’ rings in the air, it spreads. It’s clear that people are oblivious to what makes you so downcast on a celebratory night as they pass nothing more than a glance your way, but in all honesty, you much prefer it to be that way. You wouldn’t want anyone to see the tear building in the corner of your eye. 

For now, you thrive on the compliments you’ve heard about the venue, the decorations, the drinks and the food, each and every one of them satisfying your perfectionist mindset. Okay, so what no-one knows you organised the party, and sure, you can oversee the fact that none of the compliments are directed to you in particular, because in the end, you’ve gained Mr Holland’s approval and that’s enough for you.

Well, it was enough until Taylor took to the stage for a speech.

“...and a special shout-out to Jackson for putting this all together for me. This is absolutely amazing, I couldn’t have asked for more.” 

Your heart sinks in your chest and your ears instinctively drown out the clapping and cheering of the crowd around you, eyes set in stone as they watch Jackson accept the dedication so graciously that it makes you sick to your stomach. It takes every ounce of energy you have left in you to suppress the wobble in your lip at the sight of Jackson soaking up the glory like a sponge. Jackson taking the credit for your hard work was something you should’ve expected from him. After all, he is lazy and will never be willing to admit it, definitely not in front of Taylor. Still, the chase for recognition was always going to be a losing battle for you; you’re an intern for fuck’s sake, you are merely just a name and a face for most, unfulfiling of the protagonistic arc the people here want in their stories. Jackson, the kiss ass, makes much more sense being the hero than an underdog intern. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, accepting defeat. 

You claim an empty seat at an empty table in a dark corner of the room, far from the crowd mingling on the dance floor and you remain there as the party continues into the night. The glass of tepid water looks pitiful in your hands, its lack of taste offering no respite from your sorrow. 

With fifteen minutes until last orders, you begin counting down to the moment you can retire to your bed which you know won’t arrive until after you’ve cleaned up the hall. You’re jealous of some of the guests who have already decided to leave the party.

The chair to your right suddenly scrapes across the floor and you’re slightly taken aback when Mr Holland sits close beside you and abruptly rests an elbow upon the table, blocking your view of the crowd and demanding your attention. A cedarwood scent silently announces itself and you inhale it deeply, finding sanctuary in its presence despite how startled you are by it. Your breath is simply taken from you when he shuffles himself closer. He isn’t wearing his usual attire; something a little less formal, but likely to be just as expensive. With that expensive taste comes his expensive appearance: clean, styled, decorated admirably and booming with authority. A warmth starts to take a hold of you. 

His movements are harsh and his body moves with brute intention, but behind those curls, his eyes hold sympathy, knowing what is upsetting you before it even spills from your lips. You try to fake a smile but he can see right through it. 

“I thought it was you that organised the party,” he calmly states. 

“I did. But because Jackson instructed me to plan a party means he takes responsibility for it.” 

Mr Holland doesn’t waste a single second. “It isn’t right. It’s one thing to speak to you so rudely, but it’s another to take credit for your hard work, and I’m starting to believe that Jackson doesn’t value you as an intern as much as he values the superiority that comes with it, am I right?” 

Anxiously, your eyes catch Jackson lazily hanging over the bar and demanding another drink. If Mr Holland were to know the truth, it would get Jackson in a lot of trouble and the people-pleaser inside you is screaming at you to just deny it all. Your skewed perception of professionalism means skipping over these things, something about snitching just seems so petty and childish, and that’s not the impression you want to give Mr Holland of all people.

Mr Holland’s stern voice brings you back. “You’re not answering to him now, you’re answering to me. Am. I. Right?” 

You gulp. “Yes, sir.” 

“I intend to have a word with Jackson--” 

“Mr Holland, it’s okay, really--” You try to protest but he quickly rests his hand on top of yours, his warmth enveloping it completely, and your mind halts. Your heart flutters the moment his fingers curl just the little bit tighter, a compassion that says more than words could. It’s genuine, caring, but firm in a way that’s supportive, pledging to do right by you. 

“He will apologise to you and let everyone know the truth.” 

“Please, I don’t want to cause a hassle or stir anything in the office, I just want to do well. And what would it change if people knew the truth? It doesn’t bother me that much, honestly. Besides, you know the truth. That’s all that matters to me.” Desperately and without thinking, you twist your hand and your fingers interlock, returning the squeeze with a soft smile. Mr Holland tries his best to return the sentiment but you can tell the whole ordeal still troubles him and sits discontented by your side, a regretful sigh heaving through his lips. Soon, after a silent plea to let it go, he eventually sits level with you with a brighter sparkle to his eyes and instantly, the mood is lifted. You notice how his hand doesn’t leave yours. 

“You at least deserve a drink.” 

“I shouldn’t, I’m closing up tonight and I’m working early tomorrow.” 

He scowls for what seems like the hundredth time tonight, facing issue after issue the more you expose Jackson’s true nature. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, you should be having a day off.” 

“It’s laughable you think I get a day off,” you chuckle. The sad thing is, he thinks you’re joking. Jackson often sends you his overdraft of reports to complete over the weekend and has the cheek to deem you lucky that he gives you so much wisdom and experience. You can’t imagine Mr Holland being aware of this…

“Don’t be silly darling, everyone is entitled to days off. Even Taylor took a day off today for his birthday.” 

Again, your scathing laughter meets his ears and he tilts his head, that skewed eyebrow lifting high into his forehead. “No offence sir, but with his position, he can afford to. I don’t think interns have that same benefit--”

“Of course you do, it’s company policy that everyone is entitled to a day off on their birthday.” Before you get a word in, he’s already pulling out his phone from his suit pocket. “Tell me when your birthday is so I can make sure you get it off, and I know when to get you a birthday present. Taylor too--”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”

“We do it for all our employees, regardless if you’re an intern or not.” His calendar flashes to life before his eyes. “So when is it? June? July?” 

Your mouth suddenly goes dry and it gawps like a fish, not a usual response to such an easy question. Your fingers knead together on your lap as the sadness once again materialises and Mr Holland quickly senses something is amiss.

“It’s…it’s today. My birthday is…was today.” 

Mr Holland’s eyes widen with horror. It’s no less than a minute later that he finally replies. “And Jackson has you working?” 

“Since 7am this morning. I had asked for my birthday off two months ago because I did actually read the company policies, but he said interns can’t request holidays because they’re not permanent. I didn’t think anything of it.” 

“What?! For fuck’s sake…” Mr Holland twists his chair violently, its legs colliding with the table as he tries to face you more directly and leans forward, your knees slotting into the space between his. The wave of his anger has rolled back even higher in its tide and now, unlike before, there’s a vein popping at his temple. “Let me just make this clear, okay? Correct me if I’m wrong. You’re telling me that Jackson has knowingly denied you of your birthday holiday entitlement and instead had you plan someone else’s birthday just so that he can take credit for it, make you work through it and clean up after it as well?”

God. In his words it sounds so desperately sad. Up until this point, you were able to distract yourself from getting caught up in the tragedy of it all, but now there’s nothing stopping the gates from opening and wallowing in self-pity. Although your blurring eyes tell of your true emotions, the forced smile on your lips does everything it can to convince both you and Mr Holland that you’re not bothered by it. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

Mr Holland’s heart inevitably sinks. In that moment, he thinks of the cruelty behind Jackson ordering you to buy and wrap his present for Taylor when you have none to open. He thinks of you, alone, buying the candles of the birthday cake you wouldn’t be blowing out. He thinks of you, just hours ago as the crowd sings happy birthday to another person, blissfully ignorant of your sorrow. He thinks of the hours you spent working when you should have been with your friends and family. It’s all of the things you truly deserve, but have been robbed from you. 

He reaches once again for your hand, now resting on your lap, and the tips of his fingers graze your thigh. You would be a fool to miss it. “Darling,” he sincerely murmurs, almost as quiet as a whisper. “I’m so sorry.” 

The fake smile takes lead and the rebel tear is wiped away. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault--”

“But it’s not okay. You…you didn’t even get to have a drink.” Damnit, your cheeks are wet again. “Did you at least get a break today?” Don’t cry in front of your CEO. Don’t cry in front of your CEO. Don’t cry in front of your CEO.

In fact, you spend so much time failing to not cry that Mr Holland assumes the worst. He takes in a long, deep breath and lures you into his embrace with a hand creeping up to the back of your head, and the second your forehead hits his shoulder, the dams break.  

“I’m just so tired,” you sniff. 

“You’ve been overworked, darling, that’s why.” His hand passes over your hair, gently cupping the curve of your head as he takes in every hiccup. His breath flows past your ears smoothly, broken up every few seconds with whispers of comfort. You feel horribly embarrassed, crying into the expensive suit of your CEO at the party you organised on your birthday: definitely not the definition of professionalism you are chasing. 

“I’m sorry. I promise I’m not usually like this.” You retreat from his shoulder but the hand cupping the back of your head prevents you from travelling too far and you’re stuck, just inches from Mr Holland’s pitying eyes. He keeps you concealed from the crowd, but it’s not enough to hide from the burning glare of Jackson, his eyes drawing daggers at you from over Mr Holland’s shoulder. He’s somewhat frozen in a stupor, scarily steady for a man who was flailing over the bar minutes ago, but anger is a quick cure for intoxication. 

Mr Holland’s voice sidles quietly into your ear. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. Get yourself up to bed, I’ll deal with Jackson.” 

“But--”

“I will not take no for an answer. Now go.” You shiver at the stern tone, appearing only as he turns to lock eyes with Jackson who’s faring a guilty look upon his face. As Mr Holland brings you both to a stand, he gently encourages you towards the golden doors and although you should be indulging in the relief of finally being let off, you can’t pull your focus away from Mr Holland’s cold stare that refuses to stray from Jackson. In the few seconds that it takes to walk from your chair to the doors, a clear, obvious shift in mood transpires, one that is felt by the entire room because now it isn’t just you that notices Mr Holland’s sudden decline in temperament. Evidently, everyone is quick to sense the tension. The crowd’s lively dancing now settles into an awkward shuffle and the singing dulls into hushed whispers because they know to never underestimate the seriousness of Mr Holland’s anger. It’s uncomfortable and intimidating, even more so if you’re the reason for his vexation and if that’s the case, you should be on your knees begging for his forgiveness. It’s the one power Mr Holland holds that Taylor, his business partner, his equal, doesn't possess. This is your first time seeing him exercise this power and it’s incredibly daunting. 

The beat of your heels clicking their way up the staircase is a quick one, not daring to hang around the unease any longer. The fresh smell of washed cotton that greets you in your room winds you down and you don’t spare a second of reflection before you strip yourself of your stiff dress, blister-inducing heels, thick make-up and the heavy stress. You slip right between the sheets, ready to drift asleep. 

The lights are switched off, your eyes are closed and your body properly relaxes. Yet inexplicably you can’t settle into your bed no matter how much you toss and turn. Rationale convinces you that it’s because you’re in a bed different from your own, that the mattress doesn’t have the mould of your body imprinted on it, and although it’s a perfectly reasonable explanation, your inner conscience is telling you something else…

Flashes of memories made just half an hour prior spring to the surface and suddenly you’re watching yourself converse with Mr Holland again. But it isn’t exactly how you remember it.

For example, his hand is on your lap, gripping the curve of your thigh with his heat scorching through your skin when you know that, in reality, it was nothing more than a soft sweep. And when you both stood, you know he guided you with a gentlemanly hand, yet your dream sees his hand curving down the slope of your ass and squeezing the flesh. You have to refuse the idea of you shivering with arousal from hearing Mr Holland’s stern growl because truthfully, it was nerves. 

Or…was it both? 

You try to ignore it, but the seed has already been planted. Now all you can visualise is his fleeting touches, his soft voice praising you and calling you darling, the twinkle in his eyes as he sympathised for you, the caress of his hand through your hair as he comforted you, the way he cared for you, and fucking hell, the exhilaration of seeing him protect you so defensively when no one else did. His taut jaw, his clenched fists, his dark eyes, the pulsing vein at his temple, his eminence that commanded the room, the list is endless. 

“F-fuck,” you stutter, succumbing to the pleasure of your own fingers toying with your clit. You don’t quite remember the exact moment your hand slipped beneath your underwear, too caught up in your fantasy of Mr Holland to realise. Regardless, the movie in your mind continues to play out and by now, none of it reflects any real events from tonight - it’s all purely fictional.

His hand slides up between your thighs. He dons a devilish grin because he knows there’s a whole crowd blissfully unaware behind him. An innocent gasp slips from your lips and it lures his eyes to your mouth, panting as he traces the letters of his name over your covered cunt as a sign as to who it belongs to. Overrun with anticipation, you bite your lip, feeling the pad of his finger slip beneath your thong and…

“Oh my god! Shit!” Your body seizes, curling into itself as your fingers dull to a small twitch between your clenched thighs. There’s a blissful moment where you ravish the hot rush of blood pulsing at your pussy, letting it bubble until it slows to a simmer, and only when you come down from your high minutes later do you fully realise what has just happened. Eyes split wide open, you rise from your bed.

You just masturbated fantasising over your CEO. 

What in the hell have you gotten yourself into? 

~~~~

The morning comes surprisingly quickly and the hotel's thin curtains don't fully shield you from the sun's glare. It’s bright, directly in your face and if you didn’t know any better, you would think that it’s spotlighting you because it knows what you did last night. As if you forgot…

The guilt still ruins your conscience and you feel nothing but regret; fantasising and sexualising Mr Holland’s kindness is just the pinnacle of everything you disagree with and it doesn’t exactly define the sort of professionalism you strive for. 

Shaking it off as best you can, you refresh yourself with a shower and a harsh splash of cold water to your face, and by the time you open your laptop it’s 9am. There hasn’t been any emails from Jackson so far which you’re not too sure if you’re shocked by. It’s typical on a Saturday morning for Jackson to send you multiple reports with deliberately vague instructions that you would somehow have to decode and translate for yourself. But regarding last night’s events, perhaps he’s heeded Mr Holland’s words and decided to honour your weekend entitlements. 

The white screen stares back at you, watching you nervously bite your nails as if you’re expecting a red notification to pop up, attached to an email from Jackson with hungover words. A minute or two passes by and alas, nothing. Not a word. In all honesty, you don’t have an issue with it, not at all, but it means that your routine is completely disrupted and you’re struggling to decide what to do with yourself. And without work, you have nothing to distract you from last night’s sin while it plagues your mind. 

A new sweat arises and your cheeks flush with embarrassment. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, and that’s the part you think is the worst. Why did it feel so fucking good?

What brings you out of your self-loathing is three quick, quiet knocks echoing from your door in quick succession. Curious, you open the door and when you see who stands there in all his formal glory, you wish you hadn’t. Your heart immediately jumps to your mouth. 

“Oh, Mr Holland--hi. I wasn’t expecting you…” Your words fade into a soft whisper when your eyes spot a small pink bag, its ribbon handles hooked daintily onto his fingers. Surely that can’t be what you think it is…?

He’s painfully quiet, a small smile painting his lips at what he sees; he’s never seen you dress so casually before and he wants to take a good long look at you, unsure of when he’ll see such a sight again. The weight of his stare burns holes through you, heating you from within.

Not a second later, he holds out the pink bag towards you and you forget to breathe. 

“Happy belated birthday,” he gently voices. Your fingertips graze each other as you take it from him. For such a small, delicate bag, it’s certainly weighty and your stomach drops thinking about how much money he’s stupidly wasted on you…

“Thank you sir, really. You didn’t have to do that.” A nervous chuckle escapes your dry mouth. “How…how did you get this so quickly? It’s barely past 9 in the morning.”

“I have a few contacts who owe me a few favours. And I just felt so guilty about you missing your birthday. Sorry you couldn’t celebrate it like you should’ve.”

 “Like I said, it’s okay--” 

He shakes his head disapprovingly but surely, a taunting smirk begins to form. “Am I going to have to give you the same ‘talking to’ I gave Jackson last night to make you realise that it is definitely not okay?”

Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes. “No, no, of course not. Sorry, I suppose that’s just the people-pleaser in me.” 

Mr Holland stands stoic before you, his head slightly tilted and his hands clasped in front of him. His eyes are watching you endearingly, drawing you into him, but everything else about him oozes something that makes you want to swallow a little harder. His confidence in himself is mildly intimidating and you wish you could feel the same. Just his being here creates a dizzying effect on you that you just can’t shake. 

“You can think of this as a congratulations of sorts too.” 

You tilt your head. “Congratulations?” 

“Mh-hm,” his eyes flit over your confusion, a devilish, haunting smirk gracing his wet lips. “Congratulations on becoming a permanent member of Taylor and I’s company.” 

Mr Holland admiring you be damned, you find yourself taking a step back in shock. “Are you…are you serious?” 

“Of course I’m serious, do you think I would lie to you?” 

“Not at all, I just, I thought it was going to be Jackson’s decision. I am his intern.” 

You aren’t a fool to miss the way his jaw ticks at the mention of Jackson’s name and all too quickly, a ferocious fire consumes his eyes. A small shiver cuts through your skin. “You don’t work for Jackson anymore because Jackson no longer works for me.” 

“What?!” 

“What did you think when I said I was going to deal with Jackson? That he was going to continue working for me even after finding out he was treating you badly? Or finding out that he orders you to do his work over the weekends? Or even when he blackmails you into doing jobs beyond your remit? How could you possibly think that I would let that sleazy bastard feed off my pay when I know he isn’t capable of the job? You’re far more deserving of the position than he is, far more deserving of the appreciation and beyond capable.”

“Sir, I…I can’t thank you enough. I’m very grateful. I won’t let you down, I promise.” 

“I know you won’t. Although I do sometimes wish you would’ve told me or Taylor about Jackson’s behaviour sooner. I don’t tolerate that kind of exploitation, not even for a second and you shouldn’t have either.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I was just so caught up in wanting to do well that I would’ve done anything to please the company.”

“Maybe you should stop spending your time trying to please other people, and focus on pleasing yourself.” His face gravitates just a hairsbreadth towards yours and in quieter, darker words, he whispers… “You were certainly capable of pleasing yourself last night.” 

You take a timid step back, mouth agape. You can’t think of anything to say, not when the ringing in your ears starts to resonate louder and louder. Shame swells like a disease and you can feel the bile rising in your throat. You are almost certain you didn’t hear anyone outside your room last night, how could he have possibly known? 

“I…um…I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

He smoothly leans against the door frame, his wicked grin tells you that he doesn’t believe a word you say. Nevertheless, he explains, not to worsen how mortified he knows you already feel, but to reminisce of the surge of adrenaline and lust that coursed through him last night. 

“I came by late last night to drop off your present. I didn’t think you would still be awake so I planned on leaving it at your door, and just as I bent down to place it there, I heard just the softest of moans—“

“I think you must be mistaken—“ An uneasy chuckle barely covers your tracks, leaving you just as compromised as before. 

“I thought you might’ve been with someone, but I then didn’t hear any other voices, so I assumed you were by yourself.” 

“Sir,” you squeak, intending to finish your sentence but you just don’t have the words nor the confidence to deny him of what he already knows. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights, exposed and vulnerable without the faintest idea of how to get yourself out of his commanding presence. 

A million and one emotions rage through you and drown you in a fluster. Your feet shuffle nervously beneath you, slowly inching your way back into your hotel room as you sense yourself losing control over the conversation. With a mouth drier than the Sahara desert, there’s not much else you can do or say to avoid falling victim to both Mr Holland’s taunting and your own taunting; last night’s images playing out before you more vividly now that he resurrects them. 

The subject finally diverges, but it doesn’t mean you're any more comfortable with it. “Do you know you’re the only one that addresses me as ‘sir’?” 

You shake your head, eyes inevitably averted. You didn’t know that, you just thought it was professional. 

“You never corrected me.” 

“I didn’t want to.” 

“Why not?” 

“I liked hearing it. Just as much as I liked what I heard last night. But I need to know,” he takes a step to cross the threshold of your hotel room. “Was there anything…anyone in particular crossing your mind?” 

“There was…” His jaw ticks furiously and you instantly get the notion that denying him is simply not a choice here. 

“Who?” He demands in that stern voice you’ve heard only once before. 

One word sits on your tongue and you know that as soon as it breaks the silence, the professionalism you worked so hard to build up will crumble before you. But the risk is entirely worth it. 

“You.” 

Mr Holland’s lips part and releases a snicker as if he knew, and the curl of his smirk becomes dangerous. He lets the singular word ring out into the air, and the tension envelopes you both in a suffocating bubble until he finally speaks. “You…what?” 

“You, sir.” 

His chest rumbles with approval and you even feel its vibrations fluttering low in your stomach. Desire consumes you; a desire to know what he’s thinking, to know what he’s planning to do with that compromising information, to figure out whether he’ll respond to it in a way that satiates your more promiscuous desires like the ones that distracted you last night. You would give anything to see what’s going on inside his head. 

Inexplicably, he nods towards your pink bag, easily brushing over your last conversation like it was nothing to him and it completely throws you off. “You should open it.” 

It takes a second to drag your eyes away from him. You actually forgot you’re still holding it in your hands. The tissue paper rustles loudly as you reach in-- “Inside.” Mr Holland urges. With a short nod, you lead the way, allowing him to slowly close the door behind you with a gut-wrenching squeak and a thunderous boom.

The second the door shuts, the air becomes taut, strained and harder to breathe and you dedicate all your efforts into ignoring your last conversation just as easily as he had, but he’s standing right behind you and the warmth of his breath skates past your ear and it’s all you can think about. Even without disclosing what he now knows, the presence of Mr Holland alone would bring about such unnerving effects, so you don’t find yourself at fault for struggling to keep it together. 

From the pink bag you pull out a small white and gold box, wrapped with yet another ribbon. Inside is a silver chain, light and dainty, but the pendant it carries is nothing alike. The reflection of the sun hits the circular-cut diamond, becoming iridescent as it hits your eyes. The stone is slightly on the larger side, bigger than any other necklace you own, but it sits perfectly in the balance of being flashy yet classy. Expensive yet tasteful. It’s a piece that you can’t price and that exact thought scares you. 

“It’s beautiful,” you softly murmur. The chain cascades elegantly across your fingers, almost mesmerising to watch. 

Your eyes catch his movement in the mirror in front of you and steals your attention away from the necklace. He holds out his hand by your side, soft but firm. 

“May I?” You almost flinch as his words hit your ear, the ripple of your shiver continues for long after. As the chain pools in his hand, he is equally gentle, handling it with expertise while he lifts it carefully over head and rests the pendant tenderly in the dip between your clavicles. Its icy cold touch seers your skin, heat radiating with each grazing touch of his fingers as they clasp the chain together behind your neck. Once secure, you admire the way it shines brightly against your skin tone, eyes momentarily lost in your image until you realise that yours are the only pair looking back at you. Mr Holland remains engrossed with the curve of your neck, his proximity close enough to be counting the beats of your pulse as it thumps beneath your skin and for all you know, it’s elevating, thrashing harder and harder while you watch with wide eyes as Mr Holland presses his lips against it. 

The second his lips meet your skin, his hands find your hips, holding you steady to prevent you from buckling. A numbing tingle shoots through your nervous system at the feeling of Mr Holland swiping his tongue across the reddening bruise he’s leaving behind. Every kiss is with purpose, targeting each and every sweet spot as if he had a map to each of their location: the peak of your neck that connects to your jaw, the sensitive spot just millimetres below your ear, the slight curve of your shoulder that sits beneath the chain. He instantly claims you, and you show no sign of resistance when you find yourself voluntarily tilting your neck, begging for more.

You finally meet his eyes in the mirror, realising how cavernous his blown-out pupils are; that if you search too far you’ll become trapped. “This…” he whispers, planting another kiss to your ear, his hands beckoning to the chain, “is the only thing I’ll allow you to wear while I fuck you.” 

A shameless, breathless mewl whines from your throat and a rampage of endorphins consumes you. As the first piece of insight to his mind, you don’t get nearly enough time to let it process in your head before his clawing hands are tugging at the drawstrings of your joggers. 

The small nip to your neck is a wake-up call. This is real and this isn’t a fantasy of yours, only that it will be a recreation of what had you orgasming last night. 

“You know, I can be a people pleaser too.” His hand slips beneath your joggers, but refrains from slipping beneath your underwear. “I can please you in so many ways.” As a testimony to his words, his fingers trace over the silk of your underwear, catching your bud in its travels and a silent gasp bursts from your lips. “But not without earning it. Do as you’re told, and I’ll do exactly that.” 

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, words vacant, eyes rolling. 

“Are you listening to me?” The hand on your hip squeezes harshly and you jerk in his arms. You have never agreed to something quicker in your life.

“Yes, sir! Oh—” 

“Good. Then you can start by closing those curtains over there.” 

His hand slips fluidly out of your joggers when you force yourself away from the subtle torment. The light dims a little, however you think it’s more for privacy than for light. When your back turns once again, Mr Holland sits himself on the edge of the bed, legs spread and leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. Whatever it is about him in that single second triggers something in you; attraction, lust, sex appeal, or all of the above. Whatever it is, it compels you to give yourself in to him.

A messy mixture of want, need and unrelenting desire brings you to your knees before him. His eyes sweep over your face, examining, analysing, translating every desperate twitch. He can even see your lips parting where he spots the remnants of teeth marks from when you had nervously bitten them in hidden moments. Smoothly, the pad of his thumb brushes over your lip, tugging it into a pout because that’s what he wants to see; you, desperate, pouting, begging for him. It soon pops back into place, his hand now curling around your chin and pulling you closer. His own lips are nothing more than a breath away from yours and you think he’s going to finally kiss you, but annoyingly, he only allows you to feel the shape of the words as he whispers them to you. 

“So what is it about me then, hm? What do I do that turns you on?” 

“It’s…it’s stupid.” 

He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Let me rephrase.” The grip on your chin tightens and your noses collide. “Tell me what it is about me that turns you on.” 

“Last night at the party, you were the only one that…cared. You made me feel like I wasn’t invisible.” 

“What else?” 

“You stood up to Jackson for me - you just looked so determined like you were unstoppable.” 

He tilts his head in the other direction now, leaning in just as close, your breaths mingling together. You’re so desperate to feel his lips on yours. “And?” 

“When…when you touched my thigh--”

“You were burning.”

“I was nervous--” 

“Because of me.” 

“Of course because of you. I was scared of disappointing you.” 

A small snicker escapes him and leaves behind a wicked smirk. Two hands now firmly cradle your jawline and you think the moment has finally come. Why else would your heart be thumping in your chest? 

“Not possible. I always knew you were a good girl. And I think you like being told that, don’t you? You like being recognised to the point where you need to be reassured of it. I saw that coy little look on your face the first time I told you how impressed I was. It was obvious that no one else had praised you like I did - you couldn’t keep yourself together. And I bet if I kept telling you how fucking sweet you are, and how much of an perfect angel I know you are for me, the second I slip my fingers into your tight little pussy, you’d be an absolute mess.” 

Well, he’s not wrong. You’re already soaked. 

“Please, sir,” you whimper. “Please just kiss me.” 

Finally, finally, he pulls you in for a long, languid kiss, his tongue takes lead to taste every part of your bitten lips as they slot perfectly in between his, lingering longer with each time he captures them. The blood rushes so quickly through your veins you think you might implode, overwhelmed by just how good it feels that your hands suddenly grapple onto the cuffs of his shirt. 

A satisfied hum buzzes against your lips, twisting your own into a small grin that unbeknown to you, Mr Holland could actually feel. 

“Let me see you,” he demands, his hands plucking at the hem of your sweatshirt. When you don’t do it right away, a tight grip coils around your neck and stops the gasp leaving your mouth. “Do. As. You’re. Told.” 

You’re baring your all for him (all except a diamond necklace) in a matter of seconds, standing before him as he leisurely leans back against the bed, resting on his elbows. Those predatory eyes roam your body, mapping out the shape and details, and imprinting them to memory. 

“So fucking pretty…” He deliberately watches for your reaction and you crumble under the praise resulting in a mirthful laughter to shake his chest. His arms reach for your waist, luring you in with the tight grab of your hips until his lips sit just below your ribs. The heat from his breath hitting your skin makes you involuntarily wriggle, but he doesn’t allow for any movement from you, not unless he permits it. You feel his lips suddenly, trailing across your ribs and up your chest. “Do you know what good girls like you do for me?”

“What?” You breathlessly murmur.

“They get on their knees,” Mr Holland pauses to let you act on it. Now you’re looking up at him as his knuckle ghosts over your cheeks and he mingles closer. “They look at me right in the eyes and they beg me to give them a taste, to let them suck me off because they’ll do anything for a reward, even if it is just a few words of praise. So let’s hear you, pretty girl. I want to hear you beg me with that sweet, innocent voice of yours.” 

You take a cautious breath. “I want to taste you so badly, sir. Please. Will you let me?” 

“Hmm.” He purses his lips. Shit. It isn’t good enough for him and he spots the panic in your eyes. All of a sudden, you begin pleading in such a desperate, childish tone you didn’t know you were capable of. Even your lip begins pouting as the need to please him becomes so overwhelming that, unexpectedly, your eyes water, like you’re facing life or death. And he is the decider. 

“Wait, wait, no, please, I want to make you feel so good, so, so, so good. I can do it, I promise, and I can be good for you if you let me. Please sir, I really need it. I’ll do anything.” 

Mr Holland smiles and gently kisses you with approval, just the shortest of pecks of reassurance before he leans back and nods towards the zipper of his suit trousers, tented with the erection that’s pleading to be satisfied. You waste no time in unbuttoning, unzipping and pulling free his hard cock that almost dwarfs your hand and you stare at him with such bewilderment, a stare that is returned by a certain smugness, a confidence that has you licking your lips. 

There’s a surge of instinct coursing through you and your brain convinces you that there’s nothing else you should be doing, that your whole purpose at this very moment is to do as you promise; to please him, to make him feel good, so when you hear his moans the second you wrap your lips around him, your heart flutters with fulfilment. It’s a sensation you keep chasing, growing stronger the longer you bob your head up and down his cock, every time his praise seeps from his lips, and you just about lose it when his fingers comb through your hair. You offer every trick in the book; swirling around your tongue around the head of his cock, sweeping it across the small slit to collect the small bead of cum, teasing him before taking him down your throat and gagging on him. Not too little, not too much. Consistency is key. 

You’re not sure how much of an idea he has about just how dedicated you are in your mission to prove yourself to him, that you’re desperate to show how capable you are by what you’re willing to do; perhaps a horrible side-effect of having to constantly prove yourself to Jackson with each conversation, but with Mr Holland, there’s an element of belief and confidence: a contradiction between Jackson’s ‘I don’t believe you until you prove it’ versus Mr Holland’s ‘do it because I know you can’. 

Mr Holland’s head falls back, his eyes closed, and falls into an eerie silence. If it wasn’t for his hand still combing through your roots, you would’ve thought he wasn’t satisfied with you. Still, you keep going, running your lips and tongue down his shaft and returning slowly back up again where you get a teaser of the bitter-sweet taste you’re vying for. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you’re undecided of whether you’re doing so well that he’s speechless, or you’re not doing enough that’s worthy of his praise. It’s hard to tell with his head tilted back, and you begin to lose faith. You’ve become so drawn into his voice and words that you feel lost without them.

‘You like being recognised to the point where you need to be reassured of it.’

“Sir,” you meekly voice, leaving a beat to suck on the head of his cock. “Am I making you feel good?” 

The depth of his growl sends a spike of arousal straight to your clit. He spits out his words in a manner that’s uncontrollable. “Fucking incredible.”

His head finally lifts and his eyes pin on you, fully blown and dilated. “Look at you - oh fuck - taking me so well. Knew you’d be a good girl but f-fuck, I don’t know if I can hold it in any longer.” 

You reply with a wanton mewl, your dopey, tear-stained eyes saying the words your mouth can’t. You need to do something that would push him over the edge, do something that would completely shatter his world, never to be forgotten. He’s already so close, and you're already dripping onto the carpet, and with one last final trick up your sleeve, you catch his eyes, sink yourself onto him until your nose bashes against skin, and fight through the gag. Teeth baring, you slowly, lightly, graze your teeth up his cock, ghosting over every vein that pulses, leaving behind the soothing aftercare of your soft lips. By your side, his thighs twitch and by the time you reach the head of his cock, an explosion happens. 

Mr Holland swings forward, grappling onto your head as you drink down everything he gives you. His entire body tenses, trapping you into a headlock and just only for a couple of seconds do you feel yourself losing breath. It's slightly tense and panic-inducing but it doesn’t matter, because above you he’s panting heavily, enclosing his thighs around your head and holding onto you for dear life. It’s all the signs you need to know that you’ve done what you promised, you have proved yourself. 

“Fucking hell,” Mr Holland pants. His grip loosens around you and your lips release him with a pop. The instant your lips are free, he claims them, humming into them with adoration. “That was…” A soft, tender kiss. “The best goddamn…” Then another. “Blow job I’ve ever had.” He kisses you for a final time with a smile laced through it, and rests his forehead on yours to give himself some time to catch his breath. “So good…” he breathes. “So, so, so good. Sweet angel. My sweet angel.”

There isn’t anything to describe the burst of achievement that swarms your chest when you hear those words and your cheeks inevitably heat under his hands. You’re smiling, obviously smiling and no matter how hard you bite your lips to hide it, the pull is too strong. You make yourself far too goddamn easy to read so when Mr Holland catches a glimpse of your reaction, he smirks, clearly amused, and simultaneously reaches down the length of your body until his hand finds sanctum between your thighs. 

“Hmm, you’re soaked, darling. Don’t you think we should do something about it? After all, you’re earned your reward, and I’m dying for a taste of that messy, little pussy of yours.” 

You release a shaky breath when his fingers start exploring. “Yes, oh god, yes.” 

“Yes…what?” 

“Yes, sir!” 

“Better. Let’s not make that mistake again.” 

“No, sir.” 

“Good. Now--”  In a vice-like grip, Mr Holland encircles your waist and your body burns against the rough cashmere of his suit. It’s surprisingly stimulating as he casually hauls you off your feet, but you would much rather the heat of his skin. Nevertheless, your back soon meets the soft cotton of your sheets as he lays you to rest on the bed, remaining shadowing above you basking in the sight of your naked, wanting body. The diamond that nestles deep into the base of your throat twinkles obnoxiously in his eyes and he almost grows jealous of the way it hugs your neck. However, it's a jealousy he can overlook as his eyes wander over the peak of your breasts and your glistening cunt, because he knows that they are all for him. 

Mr Holland promptly sinks to his knees, placing his head in between your thighs, his eyes never straying from your cunt. There isn’t a moment of hesitation when he swings his arms to cross over your hips, dragging your legs effortlessly over his shoulders and diving, tongue first, into your cunt. It’s a complete invasion of his touch, his tongue immediately swirling around your clit with a careful, consistent pressure that deep down, you know will end you in minutes. The gasp is telling of your struggle to keep composed, gradually crescendoing into a moan as that amorous tongue descends down your slit, licking you up in long, fat strips. An urge in your hips begs for attention, wanting to raise higher to ease the tension building deep in your stomach, but you're trapped, locked in place with no routes of escape and you have to tell yourself that you just have to tough it out. 

But it’s harder said than done when he begins slotting his tongue into your hole, tasting and caressing every inch of you he’s capable of reaching. Digging deeper and deeper, his mouth consumes the entirety of your cunt, humming into it to push you further over the edge. He knows you’re hanging on by a thread, but it doesn’t mean he’s willing to slow down. And just then, an evil, malicious thought spawns in his mind which he voices immediately. 

“You’re not cumming until I say so. Understood?” 

The feeling of you clenching to stop the impending orgasm has him chuckling. He knew you were close. 

“Such a sweet, little angel. So obedient too, right?” He blows a gentle breeze onto your clit and you simply whimper in response. “Right?”

“Y-yes, sir.” 

Satisfied, Mr Holland has your cunt in his mouth again, salivating over its taste as he suckles on your clit, your folds, your skin, anything to lure out what he knows he’s going to get eventually, but it makes it twice as appetising when he knows your orgasm is only at his command. 

Meanwhile, your heart stammers in your chest with each tug of his lips. Whatever sanity you have left to cling onto, you claw at it with desperate hands, fighting to hold up the wall that blocks the blood rushing to your cunt, holding your breath to stop the bubble from bursting, because fuck, you are ready to snap. You can’t help but notice how he’s taken a page from your book, pleasuring you at a steady consistent pace, not too much but not too little. Unsurprisingly, the result is the same but the conditions are far worse.

“Oh my god, please let me cum, I can’t hold it anymore.” 

His grip only tightens, his tongue moves faster and his mouth gets hotter. 

Your hands, of a mind of their own, decide to condemn your obedience and push at his arms around your hips in an attempt to get away. Despite his obvious strength, you somehow manage to get a microsecond of respite, but his mouth only sucks you back in again, murmuring only one word that runs laps around your head.

“Obedience.” 

“I can’t, sir, please, I can’t h-hold on. Fuck!” 

“Oh dear.” 

“NO! No, no, no, no, okay, okay, I’ll do it, I can hold on. Just…please go slower.” 

His dark cavernous eyes meet yours from behind his arms, unmoving even as he relishes the taste of your slick, challenging you for only a second before he thankfully listens to your wishes. Weakened, your head flops back onto the bed with a small bounce, eyes drifting shut as the feeling in your stomach calms and a small relief hugs your heart. It’s a small price to pay to lose the feeling of euphoria that was going to course through you…only if Mr Holland had let it or if your people-pleasing traits had failed you, none of which had actually happened. 

The feeling deflates but the pleasure still lingers.

“You taste so delicious, darling. I could eat you all day.” Arousal jumps to your clit like a flash of electricity. “And you’re doing so well for me, how could I ever stop?” This time, it’s his tongue, soft and caressing. “And this pussy; so pretty, so fucking pretty, I could just play with it for days.” His finger begins circling your clit not too long after he spits into it. By now, you realise what he’s doing. He’s feeding into your need for praise that, along with the small touches and sweeping licks, builds you up just as quickly and suddenly as before, and once again you’re struggling to cope. “I know you can be such a good girl for me, I know you can do as I say, and you have no idea how much it turns me on when you do.” 

“Sir…” You warn. He instantly recognises the desperation. 

“I’ve got one last instruction for you, angel.” He sucks on your clit for just a couple of seconds, just to get you closer and closer to falling apart. “Cum for me. Cum in my mouth.” 

“Fuck!” You scream as an endless stream of euphoria consumes you, hitting you in a sudden white wash of heat that riddles your entire body top to toe. You can feel your cunt clenching erratically, between homing an orgasm and suffering under Mr Holland's continuous lashings, it can't, not for one second, rest until either relent. You feel your own slick, hot and bothered, trickling down your ass but before it gets the chance to meet with the white sheets beneath you, Mr Holland sweeps it up expertly with his tongue, partnered with a primal growl of pleasure.

By the time Mr Holland has finished cleaning up every inch of your cunt and ass with his tongue, he proceeds to kiss his way gently up your body, not forgetting to leave your tits untouched and pinches your buds between his lips. You have just enough energy to cradle his head, allowing yourself the pleasure to run your fingers through his hair, moving with him while he leaves sharp kisses to your chest, your collar bone, your neck, ear and jaw, until once again, those hungry lips claim yours.

Still somewhat recovering, you purr quietly, content with the overall sense of pleasure, both of your sexual and people-pleasing needs.

Your lips slowly part. The kiss ceases but your noses brush off one another gently, still basking in the blissful, intimate aftermath of what's just happened. Your CEO above you remains, hovering over you with admiration in his eyes, running over your features as if it is the first time he's seeing them, adoring them all over again.

There's two words sitting on the tip of his tongue, hidden behind a smirk because he knows what he'll see when he speaks them.

"You're beautiful."

Of course, his prediction comes true. Your cheeks redden, your eyes roll away and your teeth sink into your swollen lips, muttering incoherently about it not being true but thanks him incessantly, but Mr Holland is too caught up in your coy modesty to rebuttal. It's just like the first time he complimented you, and he realises then and there that he's addicted to being the person that makes you shy, blushed, diffident.

Being a CEO, he does indeed posses significant power in the palm of his hand, obtained by hard work, dedication, commitment and sacrifice, but for him, there isn't a power stronger than the one he has over you and all it takes is a few, simple, praising words.

"We still have another three hours until check out."

Your eyes and ears perk up. "Sir?"

Cautiously, he shuffles above you, innocent until you feel his cock sliding into you and he relishes the catch in the back of your throat at the sudden pressure forcing its way fluidly into you. You're simply speechless, questioning if it'll ever end as he pushes every inch of him inside you, breaching and stretching the boundaries of your walls. Mr Holland snags your bottom lip between his teeth, harshly biting as a relief for the tight grip that surrounds his cock.

When your ass eventually meet his hips, you both release a groan in unison, breaths mixing and mingling until Mr Holland breaks the silence.

"You're gonna look even more beautiful when you're all fucked out and dumb for my cock, all with a diamond wrapped round your neck."

His hips snap back at a frighteningly fast pace and thrusts in even more aggressively. The pain is immeasurably exhilarating. Your thighs squeeze his waist, mouth agape without a single breath escaping.

"Think of this as a second birthday gift." Like before, he draws back and slams into you without mercy. "Do as you're told and you'll get your third on Monday in my office."

Somehow, your gut tells you that you won't have a problem with that. Not at all.

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Love is A Beauty - Mafia! Johnny x innocent, traumatic fem reader - 100th Tumblr Post

A/N: this is the 100th Tumblr Post and I’m dedicating it to another comfort idol, the one that probably heals so many others’ broken inner childhood, Johnny :’)

Was inspired by a Tom Holland mafia fic that I read (was called ‘Call Me King’) and @smileysuh Johnny fic: Lone Digger

Pairings: Mafia/CEO! Johnny Suh x Innocent! Fem Reader

Warnings: cursing, human trafficking, shitty ex-relationship, traumatic events, sexual themes, degrading names, cursing, brutal torture, guns, implied death, fire, burning (not literally), kidnapping, angst :)) I swear there are also some fluff scenes

Summary: Johnny Suh is the CEO of Neo Entertainment Agency which handles multiple celebrities, some of which are actually part of the NCT mafia like the infamous racer, Lee Jeno, the top supermodel/actor, Jung Jaehyun, and even the comedian actor, Hendery.

Despite being in the glamour and gore at the same time, Johnny has enjoyed it all. He enjoys the fame and attention from everyone including girls. Though with the power and attention Taeyong gave Johnny, he never abused his status or power until he met a girl who seemed too pure and innocent to have to work in a shitty place. Little did Johnny know that he would soon find out that love is actually beautiful.

As Taeyong was slowly making a name for himself and his group, NCT, Taeyong knew that he needed several other businesses that would help his members, especially his core members have some sort of cover-up.

While Taeyong is more than grateful that his selected core members never questioned his leadership, Taeyong couldn’t help but want to give his members another career path aside from just being part of the mafia alongside him.

That is how Taeyong, Kun, and Mark decided to build some businesses to allow their core members to explore what they wanted to do. Taeyong mainly focuses on the tech company while also overlooking the entertainment agency, hospital, e-commerce, and several other businesses that took up the majority of Seoul. Mark co-owns the entertainment and publishing agency whereas Kun focuses on the hospital and healthcare.

Additionally, some of the older members like Johnny also co-owns several of the businesses with Taeyong or Mark. One of which is the entertainment agency where they would cast several of their members as actors and public figures like Jaehyun, athletes like Jeno, or even other artists like Ten.

As the years passed, not only did NCT grow as a whole mafia group but their businesses also grew. Almost every other business is associated with those companies under NCT and the majority of fresh graduates wanted nothing more but to be able to intern or even work full-time under one of the businesses that NCT owns.

Even with the amount of businesses that NCT controls, Taeyong doesn’t limit his members to only work for him but allows each of them to explore whatever their likes and dislikes are. What each of them is good at and even allowed them to build their own business just like Johnny built a famous bar and restaurant in Seoul which soon became an exclusive spot where a lot of the upper-class, the richest, and business partners meet one another.

But even with all the fame and fortune that Johnny had gotten from being part of NCT, co-owning some businesses with Taeyong, and even building a business on his own, not once did he misuse his power, fame, and fortune for anything.

Heck, even the employees who work under Johnny consider him to be one of the best bosses they could have asked for. All of his employees aren’t obligated to work overtime if unnecessary and even if they do, he would pay them well. Each employee was given a month’s worth of work leave, health insurance, up to 2 months of work leave, and every other benefit that one could have dreamed of (A/N: honestly me).

But with all that reputation, there was one part of Johnny’s life that he felt wasn’t complete and that’s a relationship. Sure, Johnny has had several flings and one-night stands here and there. Even some women would throw themselves at Johnny which might have attracted him in his early days in NCT but as time passes, Johnny can’t help but be envious of some of his members, his younger members and their long-term relationships; especially when he had a bitter relationship in the past.

Though Johnny isn’t the only member in NCT who wasn’t in a relationship, the thought of how his younger members were doing much better in this aspect left a bitter taste in his mind. Though not everyone knew each other very well despite being in the same team, Taeyong knew all of his members, especially his long-term friend, Johnny, inside and out.

When Taeyong first met Johnny, he was fresh out of college and was working for a well-established modelling agency as a photographer. Johnny was not only doing well career-wise but he was also in a long-term relationship with his then-girlfriend who was one of the models in the same agency he worked in.

But it was shortly before Johnny’s probation ended did he found the bitterness behind all the good things that had happened. He was being framed for sending the wrong photoshoot to a business partner and when he needed his girlfriend the most, he felt betrayal like never before. How his then-girlfriend was the one who framed him and that she was sleeping with a senior editor in the modelling agency.

Ever since, Johnny was broken. He was fired from his job, he was angry at his then-girlfriend but one thing that came out of that probation period was meeting Taeyong and the rest was practically history between the two.

Taeyong was there when Johnny fell, Taeyong was there when Johnny was heartbroken and betrayed, Taeyong was there to help pick Johnny back up into the strong, bubbly, and confident self he once was but just like a broken vase, you can’t completely put it back together like it used to be and that is how Johnny currently is.

While Johnny has slowly grown more mature, loveable, and confident once again. He has yet to open up to any kind of relationship. One of the reasons why he was actually envious of his members who do have healthy relationships. Johnny was too hurt and betrayed to truly see that love was actually something beautiful.

“Apparently I got word that Brams and his men are going to meet up with some people regarding that human trafficking issue that’s been going around” Jaehyun mentioned, grabbing Johnny’s attention

“Well good evening to you too, Jay. You’re done with your shoot today?” Johnny asked, heading over to his mini fridge to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, pouring one and offering the other to Jaehyun

“Yeah. I was done since an hour ago and both Jungwoo and Doyoung told me about their findings. Since Taeyong is out with his girlfriend. You know how he is when he’s with his girlfriend” Jaehyun chuckled, grabbing the drink Johnny just poured

“Yeah, I know. He texted me about having the whole of next week off and handed me a list of the things he wanted Doyoung and me to check out. Just send Hendery, Mark, and Jeno to look at it” Johnny mentioned, brushing off the issue Jaehyun mentioned

“Well, the thing is, they’re meeting in your bar” Jaehyun stated, making Johnny stop drinking the whiskey. “You know Taeyong respects you so much that he refrains from having some of his backup men spy on your bar. But Jungwoo and Haechan found that the human trafficking issue is going to be dealt in your bar. I suggest that we head there to finish it before it escalates more” Jaehyun suggested, Johnny instantly drowning the whiskey

“When is the deal going to happen?” Johnny asked. “This Friday night. Honestly, Taeyong is smart to not have his members be publicly known. We get to have more fun that way” Jaehyun smirked, making the older member chuckle

“Alright. As long as you finish your brand shoot earlier, the drinks this Friday are on me. I’m going to get Yuta, Hendery and Ten to keep a lookout” Johnny mentioned, texting his upper management for the meeting details

“Sure thing, boss. I’ll keep you updated if Haechan or Jungwoo finds anything. Do you need any of the dreamies to go?” Jaehyun asked but Johnny shook his head. “Nah. The kids deserve a break. Especially Jaemin after what happened with his dad” Johnny replied. “And don’t call me boss. I may be as old as Taeyong but I’m not like him”

“Whatever you say, John” Jaehyun waved the older one goodbye

Friday night rolled around sooner than Johnny wanted but he knew that Jaehyun was right. And that he had to act fast before it escalated any further. The past several months, there had been reports of missing young girls who were in college and there were rumours going around that they were either working at a brothel, illegal strip clubs, or even being sold to human trafficking.

Arriving at his bar, both Johnny and Jaehyun were greeted by Johnny’s upper manager, Ted. Because the supposed illegal businessmen hadn’t arrived yet, Johnny dismissed Ted to grab some drinks for both him and Jaehyun along with some light bites.

Because Jaehyun had only been to Johnny’s bar once in a while, he decided to scan the place and took in all the details of the bar until his eyes landed on a certain waitress who looked a bit too young to be working in the bar.

“Yo, John, doesn’t she look a bit too young to be working at a club?” Jaehyun asked, looking over to a young girl wearing the waitress uniform, serving some drinks to old sweaty men

Johnny who was just trying to drink and enjoy his night eventually followed Jaehyun’s gaze and landed on the girl that Jaehyun was describing.

Sure, Johnny might’ve opened his own bar with Taeyong’s permission but that doesn’t mean that he allows just about anyone to work in his bar. And while he doesn’t deal with all the miscellaneous work in the bar, he surely memorises his staff and the girl Jaehyun pointed out was never in any parts of Johnny’s memory.

Instead of confronting the girl, Johnny immediately called another waiter to get Ted and question about the girl whom he learned was technically legal to work in a bar as she was 21+ and the manager mentioned that she was only a part-timer on the weekends since they needed more help.

Right when Ted was explaining to Johnny, he saw one of the old men put their hands on the girl’s bare thigh which scared the girl. Angered at the behaviour, Johnny stood up and stomped his way to the scene before the man could go any further.

“This is an exclusive bar and I make sure that all of my staff are always on their best service. But that doesn’t mean that you could just harass them like this” Johnny growled, gripping the older man’s arm tightly that the people nearby could hear a bone crack

“Especially when it’s an old man harassing a young girl” Johnny grunted, pushing the man that he fell off his chair; the other men around the table started to get up, about to put up a fight when Jaehyun came beside Johnny, shielding the girl

“I suggest you all sit your old sweaty asses down unless you want your old bones to be broken” Jaehyun taunted. “Or shall we call Taeyong? Because he’s the co-owner of this bar and I don’t think he would be pleased that his supposed business partners were in his bar, harassing a girl”

Of course, upon hearing Taeyong’s name, the men instantly cowered in fear and apologised for their behaviour which Johnny scoffs because he knew that they weren’t sorry for what they did but instead, they were scared of what the Taeyong could do to them.

Turning around, Johnny’s stern gaze immediately washed away when he saw the scared girl looking down to her feet and bowed at him; apologising for getting him and Jaehyun involved. Something that Johnny rarely encounters in bars. Even in his own.

“You don’t have to apologise for getting me and my friend involved. They should be the ones apologising to you. Are you hurt?” Johnny asked but the girl shook her head, still not wanting to look at the much taller man

“Hey, my eyes are up here. I’m not going to hurt you so can you please just look at me so I know that you’re ok?” Johnny asked again, this time in a much softer tone

Slowly, the girl lifted her head, her (Y/E/C) eyes met with Johnny’s now soft dark brown eyes. Johnny slowly took in the girl’s appearance in front of him. How her (Y/H/C) hair was tied up and some of her bangs were somewhat covering her eyes. Her eyes filled with worry and anxiousness that made her bite her own lip. “She’s clearly uncomfortable being here” Johnny thought to himself

Unfortunately, before Johnny could ask anything else to the girl, Ted called him and Jaehyun regarding the meeting about the human trafficking issue. “We’ll be right there, Ted. Thanks” Johnny replied, before looking around and spotting Ten, Hendery and Yuta.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to have to leave but can you help serve my friends over there?” Johnny mentioned, his eyes directed at Ten, Hendery and Yuta who were by the corner of the bar

The girl turned and followed Johnny’s direction before going back to face him and nodding; somehow making Johnny smile. “Good. I assure you that they’re fun to be around with. I’ll tell Ted that you’ll be serving my friends tonight and no one else. I promise you that you won’t get in trouble, alright?”

Another nod

“Alright. I’ll see you around then” Johnny mentioned, nudging Jaehyun to follow him as he walked past the 3 younger men. One of his hands patted Yuta’s shoulder. “See it that those old men are taught a lesson about touching a girl without their consent” Johnny whispered, Yuta immediately nodded, understanding his member’s request

“Ten, Hendery, the girl who was harassed is gonna come and serve you guys. Don’t scare her. And make sure she gets back to her place, safely” Johnny added, the younger men nodded

Without wasting anymore time, both Johnny and Jaehyun went into the VIP room where true to Jungwoo and Haechan’s findings, Brams was having a deal with an illegal business partner regarding human trafficking.

Angry at their bluntness about women being used to satisfy men, it didn’t take long for both Johnny and Jaehyun to beat both groups to nothing but a pulp. Johnny then had some of his own back-ups to take them back to the NCT base to get more information out of them.

After Johnny and Jaehyun were done, the two went out of the VIP room and met up with Yuta, Hendery, and Ten whereas the other employees were already told to leave early by Ted. “Apparently those old men who were harassing the girl worked for Brams as well. They were selecting some girls to be sold in the human trafficking” Yuta mentioned, making Johnny even more worked up than he already is

“Fucking hell. I promised TY that when I opened my bar, I’d make sure that it wouldn’t ever come to this. How’s the girl?” Johnny asked

“She was very nervous. She was worried that Ted was going to fire her. You didn’t let her know that you were the boss?” Ten asked and Johnny shook his head. “Not exactly. Didn’t think that I would need to”

“Well, you should’ve. The poor girl didn’t even want to leave until she met you but I told her that you were busy and it was past her working time. I also told her that she’d most likely see you more often now” Ten mentioned

“Thanks for making her go home. Wouldn’t want her to see the violence or blood” Johnny spoke, somewhat shocking his members

“Did the Johnny Suh actually care about a girl and not want her to see him being violent or blood on him?!” Ten snickered

“Is that really your main concern right now? There were several groups in my bar, dealing with human trafficking. Hendery, did you get any other information out of anyone in the bar?” Johnny asked and Hendery filled him in on his findings

“I found out from a regular customer that the group Yuta beaten up weren’t the only group that was dealing with Brams’ group about human trafficking. There are other several small groups who are willing to kidnap any other girl to be sold to Brams for human trafficking” Hendery explained

“Yuta, did you get the group or let them off?” Johnny asked. “Of course I brought them back to the base. Just for a little practice session for the new recruits” Yuta replied

“Get whatever information you can out of them along with Ten and Hendery. I need to have a discussion with Doyoung and Jaehyun about this situation” Johnny mentioned

“Oh, by the way hyung, her name is (y/f/n). Just in case you’re wondering or if you want Haechan to dig information about her” Ten mentioned, giggling before he left with Yuta and Hendery

“You’re going to ask Haechan to dig up information about her, aren’t you?” Jaehyun asked, getting into the car with Johnny

“Why on earth would I even do that?” Johnny questioned back, driving off with Jaehyun

“I mean, the way you look at her and defend her says a lot you know” Jaehyun stated, the grip Johnny had on his stirring wheel got tighter

“She’s just some girl, Jaehyun” Johnny tried to avoid the conversation. “A girl that you defended and even spoke softly to. Haven’t seen that in a long time”

“I don’t hate girls if that’s what you’re implying. Plus, she’s different. She seems so out of place. Like, why work there if she doesn’t even try to hide her dislike” Johnny wonders

“See, this is what I mean. I know you don’t hate girls but typically you wouldn't give two shits on other people’s business. Let alone a girl who’s basically as old as the 00 liners. She got you hooked, hyung” Jaehyun chuckled, making Johnny glare at the younger man

“Would you just drop it? She was just a girl who coincidentally was on the scene and a target for human trafficking. The only thing that I’ll be doing is making sure that this shit never happens in my bar. Ever again” Johnny stated, rushing back to the base

It didn’t take long for Johnny to get the information he needed from Brams and the other little group that was involved in the human trafficking issue. The main reason why they chose Johnny’s bar was that there were many well-known business people who needed some young girls for business reasons or even personal, self-indulgent reasons. Additionally, they knew that every staff in Johnny’s bar would never utter any word regarding any dealings in the bar.

Disgusted at their answers, Johnny allowed Yuta and some other members to take their time in torturing the group into getting answers on who their buyers were. Meanwhile, Johnny’s mind wandered off to the scared girl that he encountered. Until a knock on the door caught him off-guard.

“Yeah, come on in” Johnny stated, trying to look over the files of the Brams’ group to make himself look busy

“Hyung, so, Haechan and Jungwoo managed to gather more list on the small groups who are helping Brams, some missing girls, etc” Jaehyun mentioned, coming into Johnny’s office, holding a tab

“Okay, and? Is there anything that I don’t know of? If not then I don’t see the point of the report, Jae” Johnny brushed off Jaehyun’s findings

“Sure about that?” Jaehyun scoffed, sliding his tab right in front of Johnny, the page showing the girl that Johnny helped

“What about her?” Johnny asked, raising his eyebrow and scrolling the tab until he stopped at a specific information that made him grip the tab a little too hard and even slam it on his desk; even scaring Jaehyun a bit

“What the fuck did you mean that she was hired in my club through those illegal bastards?!” Johnny angrily slammed the tab

“None of us knew, John. We almost never handle anything that goes around your bar. But if what Haechan found is true then something ain't right with your staff. You should probably question each of them” Jaehyun suggested but Johnny thought otherwise

“I want all the information” Johnny stated, his tone firm

“Sure, I’m sending you potential information about your staff so you can…” Jaehyun replied but Johnny stopped him

“Not all of them. Just one. Her. I want to know everything about her” Johnny mentioned, turning the tab around to show Jaehyun the girl that they both helped

“Isn’t that like stalking? Judging from her looks and the snippet of history I read, I doubt she’s involved with anything illegal and is pretty much clean. You can just have a civil conversation with her or…” Jaehyun suggested but Johnny was firm

“No. I don’t want to talk with the other staffs because it’s possible that they might be doing it together. But her. Just like you said. She was brought here because of that fucked up group doing illegal trafficking. I want all information about her then I’ll talk to her in a civil way. To make sure what she says is true because she could also be playing along with whoever is doing this dirty work in my bar” Johnny reasoned

“Alright. But I’m telling you. From what I’ve read and what the others have seen of her, she’s clean, man. Don’t scare her too much when you see her” Jaehyun warned

“I’ll be the judge of that, Jeong” Johnny growled

“Well, here you go man” Jaehyun mentioned, handing Johnny a tab with a file already opened. “All information about (y/f/n)”

“Took you a long time” Johnny snickered, taking the tab and reading through each piece of information that Jaehyun got

“Taeyong’s back” Jaehyun pointed out, making Johnny's ears perk up and stop scrolling for a moment. “I’ve updated him about the human trafficking but left out that we found more dirt about it in your bar”

“Shit” Johnny cursed suddenly. “What?!” Jaehyun asked

“Her parents were killed when she was 16 because the human trafficking gang needed a victim to be sold?! She’s just 22 now ” Johnny exclaimed. “Did you not read her information?”

“I’m not the stalker kind of guy. I just know the basic information. I didn’t go that deep and now that you’ve said it, that’s very fucked up. I’ve heard kidnapping and drugging, but killing girls who had parents because they needed a victim is another level of fucked up” Jaehyun mentioned

“And apparently someone in my bar hired her through this fucked up system. I…” Johnny growled, grabbing a glass and pouring himself a glass of whiskey; immediately swallowing the liquid in one shot

“Do you know her schedule?” Johnny asked and Jaehyun nodded

“Good. Find any days when she’s not working at the bar and let me know where she is. I’ll go to her myself. And don’t mention any of this to Taeyong. Not until I get to the bottom of it myself first” Johnny mentioned

“Alright. Just don’t scare the poor girl. You might have bad history with women but not all of them are like…” Jaehyun didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Johnny growled at him. “If you dare to say her fucking name…”

“I’m just saying. Oh and don’t act like a creepy boss who magically got her background information. Just take it easy and talk like you genuinely want to know her. I’ll always be around if you need a wingman” Jaehyun joked

“And if somehow you start to feel something, don’t push away. The poor girl already had a hard time surviving” Jaehyun mentioned

Johnny’s POV

It was the middle of the week and somehow I found myself in a small cafe that was a few blocks away from my bar because Jaehyun told me that (y/n) was also working part-time in the cafe since I found that she was trying to save up for college ever since she was 18.

Walking into the cafe with Jaehyun, I looked around and saw (y/n) cleaning one of the tables in the corner which is the table that Jaehyun and I decided to sit at.

“Excuse me, is it alright if we sit here?” I asked in a softer tone

Turning around, I could tell that (y/n) was shocked to see me and Jaehyun but she managed to hide it well and allowed us to sit down at the table she just cleaned. Before she was about to leave, I managed to catch her attention.

“(y/n), after you’ve brought our order, come and sit with us, alright? I promise you won’t get in trouble” I stated, making (y/n) look a bit scared but she nodded anyways

“Well you’re very frontal” Jaehyun commented at our little interaction

“Well how would you do it, valentine boy?” I scoffed

“Well, I’d lead on the conversation from ordering like what’s the best seller, how long have you been working here. You know, actually make some kind of conversation instead of jumping straight in. She looked nervous. You could’ve smiled at least” Jaehyun pointed out, making me roll my eyes

Not long after, (y/n) came to our table with our order. After placing everything down, I looked back at her to make sure that she wouldn’t leave and turns out she actually obliged and sat beside me.

“A-am I in trouble?” (y/n) finally let out actual words instead of nodding or shaking her head. Her voice was soft but shaky

“No. Of course not” I started. “I’m Johnny. I’m actually the owner of the bar that you’re working in. Sorry I didn’t properly introduce myself last time when I asked you to serve my friends” I added, extending my hand for (y/n) to shake but she was unsure and I put my hand down

“This is Jaehyun. He’s a good friend of mine” I introduced Jaehyun who looked at (y/n) was a softer smile that showed his dimples

“Hey. I’m Jaehyun. You can call me Jay” Jaehyun smiled

“D-do you also work in the…” (y/n) didn’t finish her question but Jaehyun chuckled first. “No. I’m just a good friend of Johnny. He also co-owns an entertainment agency with another friend of ours. I’m an actor and model actually”

“I um, was wondering why did you work in the bar. I saw that you were uncomfortable and while I don’t manage the recruitment process anymore, I would visit every now and then. You know that you’re not forced to work there if you don’t want to” I bluntly told (y/n) who looked down and played with her fingers

“I, I was looking for a simple job” (y/n) started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Just to keep me alive. I wanted to go to college but I couldn’t”

“I worked at this cafe first but it wasn’t enough. One of my friends said I can try to work in the club. It pays well. I’ve been saving up. Sorry”

“There’s nothing to apologise for, sweetheart” I replied but no one said anything after a while

“I, I should get back to work. I’ll do better at your bar, Mr Johnny” (y/n) excused herself, standing and bowing formally to me and Jaehyun

“Just Johnny, sweetheart. And you’ve done nothing wrong. I just said you looked uncomfortable and not that you were doing a bad job” I pointed out

“T-thank you for stopping by and coming to the cafe” (y/n) thanked us again then left to the back room

“Well, that went well, didn’t it, sweetheart?” Jaehyun commented and I gave him a side-eye

“She shouldn’t be working there Jaehyun” I mentioned, ruffling my hair out of frustration

“At your bar?” Jaehyun asked and I nodded “But you heard her. She needs the money and frankly, I will admit, working as a waitress in a prestigious bar brings some good paycheck. Plus, now that she knows you own the bar, she’s gonna know that if she gets a raise or anything it’s because of you”

“Find out what school she wants to study and let me know” I mentioned, finishing my coffee

“Dude, don’t tell me what I think you’re going to do. Taeyong is gonna be onto you. And we have yet to find out about the human trafficking gang that took her and sold her. Heck, they might still be keeping tabs on her or something” Jaehyun pointed out

“One at a time, Jae. I’ll deal with Taeyong. You find the school for her. You know what to do. As for the human trafficking, I’ve asked Yuta and Winwin to look into it since there’s a good chance it was done overseas” I stated

“Damn, Taeyong really has rubbed on you, hasn’t he? You’re one step ahead already” Jaehyun chuckled, patting my shoulder as we left the cafe

“You have no idea. I have Ten and Yangyang to watch over her shift tomorrow and on the weekends. Also update me on any other weird behaviours at my bar while I sort about her working in the bar” I mentioned, taking one last glance at (y/n) who was serving some new customers before going into my car

“Man, I’d never thought to see the day that you would get whipped for another girl in years” Jaehyun commented which I didn’t confirm nor deny his statement

Maybe I was actually starting to get interested in another girl after so long. Maybe…

NCT Entertainment - 2:09 pm (Johnny’s POV)

“Wait, hyung. Let me get this straight. You talked to all of these universities and applied her to them on your own without her knowing, asking each university if they could provide a scholarship for her and even paid for like the majority of her tuition when you barely held a conversation with her?!” Jungwoo commented as he and Haechan were in my office at NCT Entertainment

“I didn’t pay her way into the university. I just sent out her information to the universities to get some scholarships for her and paid the rest. There’s a difference” I replied

“Damn. I don’t think I’ve seen you this interested in a girl since the day I met you” Jungwoo mentioned

“It’s not just you. Everyone who knows about this whole shenanigan is just as shocked. I was when Jaehyun-hyung asked me to dig up information about a girl per Johnny-hyung’s request. I was even more shocked to find out that she has nothing to do with his type of lifestyle” Haechan added on

“Has it been that long since you got laid, hyung?” Jungwoo joked

“You comment about my sex life once more and I’ll tell your girlfriend about how desperate you were to find love that you hacked into Tinder for each girl that swiped match with you only to find out that they were either very underage or over” I threatened Jungwoo who instantly cowered in fear

“Y-you wouldn’t dare” Jungwoo stuttered as Haechan laughed. “That was quite a phase. Especially when you, Jaehyun, and Doyoung-hyung accompanied us and Jeno to Milan. Gosh I was so jealous that they went to a fancy dinner” Haechan mentioned

“So have either of you found something regarding my staff and how the hell did they get involved in the bloody human trafficking activities?” I asked

“Hey, be grateful that I created the system to help us check each of your staff instead of doing it manually or worse, having to confront them one at a time and then you would have to replace your entire staff. Which honestly, now that I’ve said it out loud, you probably should. It’s best that way” Jungwoo pointed out when we heard a knock on the door

“Mr Suh, I ummm, there’s…” my secretary, Vivianne stuttered but a loud shout was heard not long after the door was opened

“Johnny Fucking Suh!!” we heard Taeyong’s loud voice from my office and not long he barged in along with Doyoung and Jaehyun

“You can leave Vivianne. And make sure that no one disturbs us at all” I mentioned and Vivianne immediately understood, closing the door

“Why the fuck is it that everytime I went on a small leave or handling something else, a small group of my members would always be up to something. 00 liners, and now 127? Universe, give me strength when it comes to WayV someday” Taeyong sighed, sitting across me as I eyed Jaehyun who just kept a straight face and shook his head

“Tae…I swear that I have everything under control. We’re looking into the possibility of the human trafficking being from overseas and…” I was explaining when Taeyong stopped me

“Cut the crap, Johnny. That’s not the only thing I’m going to be discussing. One. I gave you the freedom to have your own businesses without my involvement but I hoped that you would at least have one of the other members in it because look at what happened now. Your staff is involved in with the human trafficking activities because none of our trusted members was there to help you with the recruitment process. Two. One of your staff is hired through the human trafficking which indirectly means you’re involved in it if the public ever knows about this. Three. That staff of yours, that girl, seems to have caught your attention so much that I found you paying a hefty amount of money for her college. I’m glad that you’re opening up again but shouldn’t you be handling the human trafficking activities and taking it slow with a traumatised girl?” Taeyong stated

“Tae. I swear I had no idea about the human trafficking being in my bar. I was getting to that with the other members” I replied as the other members just stayed quiet

“I know. I just hope that you would open up more on what’s going on in your personal business with the other members even if it’s not with me” Taeyong replied back

“Honestly, after this event, I intend to do so. Sorry” I apologised but Taeyong shook his head

“There’s no need to apologise. I give my members free permission to do as they please as long as it’s not illegal. But I also want them to involve one another even if it’s not me because if you don’t trust your core members. Then who would you trust? When I started with this group, it took time for me to trust you guys if I’m going to be honest. But slowly, the more I get to know you all, the more I feel that I could trust you and I want that trust to keep going between you all even if I’m not part of it” Taeyong stated “And that goes for everyone in this room as well as our other core members”

“So, you all going to update me about what we have so far or what?” Taeyong stated, making me chuckle

Of course, in the end, Johnny told Taeyong about the current situation. How Brams and some other groups have been having illegal meetings about human trafficking in his bar. How (y/n), one of Johnny’s staff was one of the victims and was hired by a mole amongst the other staff who was part of the human trafficking group.

Though Jungwoo has helped by making a whole system to help ease us in finding the mole amongst the staff, Jungwoo mentioned that whoever was dealing with this illegal business clearly had done it for a long time because every single one of the staff was clean which raised the question on how (y/n) was hired through human trafficking. And the only possible way to know is for Johnny to actually talk to her and be honest.

(y/n) on the other hand, was shocked that one of the colleges that she applied for actually replied back and offered her a full scholarship for her undergraduate. Though (y/n) was confused, she didn’t reject this big opportunity and immediately accepted it.

Knowing that she was fully funded for her undergraduate. (y/n) decided to tell Ted that she would stop working part-time at the bar and she’d just be working at the cafe.

Coming back to her small apartment after resigning from the club, (y/n) had just opened the door to her apartment but she could sense that there was another presence in the place and stopped in the middle of opening her door until she was met with a taller familiar figure. Johnny.

“Sorry I came uninvited and even got into your place without your consent. But we need to talk” Johnny spoke, his voice came out calmer which eased (y/n) enough to close the door

“Okay…” (y/n) breathed out

The two sat in front of each other, Johnny was trying to find his words as he examined the girl in front of him who looked skinnier than he last saw her whereas (y/n) was fiddling with her thumbs; a habit whenever she was nervous.

“Can you tell me how you actually found my bar and who hired you?” Johnny asked

“I, I’ve told you. A friend suggested your bar and the one that hired me is the manager, Ted” (y/n) let out

“Ted?!” Johnny let out a sarcastic chuckle, confusing and scaring (y/n). “Out of all my staff, it had to be Ted”

Johnny took his phone and was dialling Jaehyun when (y/n) spoke again. “H-he saved me”. Johnny ended his call with Jaehyun before the younger member even answered

“What do you mean he saved you? Who did he save you from?” Johnny asked, this time his tone was rougher

“H-he saved me from the bad people. The people that killed my parents. The people who forcefully took me and…” (y/n) started sniffling making Johnny sigh and got up to hug her

Pulling (y/n)’s body to his chest, Johnny patted (y/n)’s back, letting her cry on his chest. The feeling of having someone other than his members close to him was foreign but it brought some comfort and warmth knowing that Johnny was capable of opening up once again.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I just needed to know” Johnny softly uttered, stroking (y/n)’s head

“I’m, I’m sorry. I got your shirt wet” (y/n) sniffled, pulling away but Johnny shrugged

“It’s nothing. Feeling better?” Johnny asked and (y/n) nodded

“A bit. Ever since my parents were killed, I, I had no one. I didn’t know where to go but I know that I should keep going somehow” (y/n) sniffled and it broke Johnny hearing how could the world be cruel to someone so young and innocent

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re okay now. You’re such a strong girl. You didn’t give up even though you could’ve and that’s something to be proud of. Not everyone can do that. Especially under your circumstances” Johnny mentioned, cupping (y/n)’s cheeks. “I’ll take care of them, okay?”

Johnny handed (y/n) his phone for her to key in her phone number which she did. Johnny wanted to make sure that those people would pay for what they did before he fully opened up his heart again.

After making sure that (y/n) was better and even ordering dinner for her, Johnny excused himself because Yuta found that it was an overseas joint business and he was on the hunt for the people. But before Johnny left, (y/n) asked him about something that was lingering in her mind.

“W-was it you? The one who helped me get my scholarship?” (y/n) asked

“Your life was ripped away from you and you didn’t deserve that. You deserve to enjoy your life and figure out what you want to do. I know I’m not involved with those men nor did I have the chance to find you back then but I’m sorry that your life was suddenly ripped away from you. I’m sorry that I can’t bring your parents back. But at least let me help you because I know how it must be when something good is suddenly ripped away from you. Granted I didn’t experience it to your extreme but I know and I was lucky enough to be given a second chance. So should you” Johnny explained but what he didn’t expect was (y/n)’s response to his explanation

“A-are you not just trying to…”(y/n) mumbled. “Trying to what?” Johnny asked

“Trying to sleep with me or…” (y/n) let out but Johnny just chuckled at her question

“Sweetheart. I may own a bar but that doesn’t mean that I sleep around. Maybe I did when I was in my early 20s because I was cocky at the time but I’ve grown out of it and I don’t just sleep with anyone anymore. I actually haven’t slept with anyone in years because just like you, I too have my own trauma” Johnny admitted

“S-sorry” (y/n) apologised but Johnny shook his head. “Nothing you should apologise for, sweetheart. You take care of yourself alright? I’ll see you soon. You just leave those nasty people to me and focus on your studies” Johnny mentioned

“I, I will. T-take care too, Johnny” (y/n) stuttered but smiled as she bid Johnny goodbye which made the taller, older man smile as he left (y/n)’s apartment

The next few days were filled with Johnny and the members looking for the overseas group that dealt with human trafficking activities. Occasionally, Johnny would drop by his bar along with Jaehyun to check up on things and make sure that there weren’t anymore groups that were doing any illegal activities in his bar.

Additionally, Johnny has slowly involved some of his members like Ten, Yuta, Hendery, and even Jaehyun in his bar. Yuta and Ten being the members who visit and look after Johnny’s bar the most compared to the other members.

Aside from keeping tabs on his bar, Johnny also had Haechan keep tabs on (y/n) to make sure that she was always safe, no one was following her or anything out of the ordinary. Sometimes, Johnny would even send a few gifts every now and then to (y/n)’s apartment.

Flowers, some groceries, her favourite snack and coffee, even a fair few things that she had always wanted but could never had. But even so, Johnny had never dared to make any further move since he visited (y/n)’s apartment for the first time. Well, until Jaehyun smacked his older member being the valentine boy he is.

“Dude, I get it that you’re not ready to go into a relationship because of your nutjob ex but like this is getting too excessive. Especially coming from one of the most extrovert members in the group” Jaehyun complained, storming into Johnny’s office after his shoot

“Either your shoot didn’t go too well or is there something else that’s bothering you?” Johnny brushed off Jaehyun’s ramble

“Did you just neglect what I said? I’m saying that you’re being a coward right now and leading (y/n) on but you’re uncertain yourself. It’s not fair for her end, you know” Jaehyun complained, making Johnny sigh

“What are you afraid of? That (y/n) will turn out to be like your ex?” Jaehyun asked but there was no answer from Johnny. “Or are you afraid that you’ll be the one hurting her because of your past?”

“True but not quite” Johnny let out. “I don’t even know if she’s into me. I mean, I was her boss and then I found out that she was a victim from the human trafficking group and I don’t want her to think that I’m just taking pity on her and feel responsible because those groups were doing illegal business in my bar”

“And this is what happens when you haven’t actually dated anyone in years” Jaehyun sigh, sitting in front of Johnny

“What are you now, a love therapist because you’re valentine boy?” Johnny joked

“No. Well, maybe. Only for you though. Seriously tho, why are the younger members having better luck compared to us?” Jaehyun questioned

“Because they’re young? We’re already in our late 20s and honestly, we don’t make stupid decisions anymore. Also because they were taught by Taeyong since they first join so they wouldn’t do stupid things we did when we were their age” Johnny argued

“Well, if you want my advice. Go on a date with her. Get to know her like Jaemin is with the girl he saved from his dad. As messed up as your situation is, his is a next level, I’m not gonna lie” Jaehyun mentioned, recalling the time when he had to help his younger member operate on a girl because of his father

“That was crazy, I’m not gonna lie. I heard that his girlfriend is studying law. Must be a smart couple” Johnny chuckled, drinking some beer

“But for reals. If you don’t want her to think that you’re taking pity on her, just talk to her. Communicate? Hello? You’re like the most social person ever but when a girl finally interest you, suddenly, you turn dumb” Jaehyun nagged

“I, I can’t” Johnny sighed. “You can’t or you’ve forgotten how to? Like it’s not that hard. You already know her apartment anyways” Jaehyun mentioned

“It’s not just that, Jae. You can’t just suddenly ask someone out without making sure that they also have an interest. Plus, we’re still in the middle of looking for the overseas gang” Johnny pointed out, making the younger member rolled his eyes

“Taeyong said that it was gonna take a while. And the only way to know if (y/n) does have an interest towards you is if you go to her and ask. Take the chance while you still can. Maybe you’ll find a thing or two on the gang that took her. I’m not saying you take advantage of her or the situation but it’s a possibility you should keep in mind” Jaehyun suggested

“When did you get smart?” Johnny joked

“When your ex ruined your love life and made you numb” Jaehyun laughed back as the two continued to discuss their mundane tasks

It’s been 2 weeks since (y/n) last encountered Johnny. She didn’t expect to see him after the incident in the bar let alone found out that he was the owner but Johnny somehow managed to get her to talk about her not so normal past and even made her feel comfortable compared to any other people who took pity in her. But Johnny managed to see right through her fake smile and “normal” face.

But it’s been a while since (y/n) actually saw Johnny who popped by her apartment which she needs to address the next time she meet him because even though he was her boss (well, ex-boss), how on earth did he manage to get into her house in the first place.

Sighing, (y/n) just kept a mental note as she opened the door to her small apartment, bringing her groceries which she bought on her way home from campus. Right as (y/n) closed the door and turned around, she held her groceries tightly that she felt a rip on the paper bag as she saw none other than Johnny Suh sitting in the living room, reading a book.

“Goodness, how on earth did you get in here?!” (y/n) exclaimed, trying her hardest to balance her groceries but Johnny immediately rushed to help her

“Honestly? The landlady gave me a spare key when I told her that I was your boyfriend which is a red flag about this place. You sure you don’t want to just move to your campus’ dorm instead?” Johnny asked, helping (y/n) put her groceries away

“It’s quite expensive and while I still work part-time, I don’t think it would be enough. I’ve been living here for the past 2 years and it has been alright so far” (y/n) mentioned as Johnny just hummed

“Y-you kept the flowers and little gifts I gave you” Johnny pointed out, scanning (y/n)’s small apartment

“The flowers were pretty and as much as I don’t want to accept such expensive gifts, I don’t have the heart to pass it to anyone since I don’t really know anyone anyways” (y/n) replied. “Um, not to be rude but why are you here again? D-do you need someone to assist with the weekend crowd?”

“No, gosh no. I’m not letting you back in my bar or club” Johnny blurted, making (y/n) frown. “Well, at least not without me or my members. Anyways, I was thinking. You’re probably confused and nervous but honestly, I was just going to ask you out”

“A-ask me out? L-like a date?!” (y/n) exclaimed, feeling the heat rushing to her cheeks

“Yeah. I actually have some free time this weekend. I know surprisingly” Johnny mentioned

“I, I never been on a date. I mean, you probably know my past and…” (y/n) ranted

“I know. Well, I just know the surface level. I was hoping that taking you out would help ease your mind from what happened in your past” Johnny added but (y/n) stayed quiet for a moment. “I promise you that I’m not doing this to take advantage of you to find out about who made you into a victim or in any other way. I just want to get to know you because trust me, I too haven’t been on a date in years”

“That’s hard to believe, honestly” (y/n) admitted, making Johnny chuckle. “It is, isn’t it? We don’t even have to talk about your past or any business or human trafficking issue. Just think of it as if we’re college friends doing a group project” Johnny tried to convince (y/n)

“O-okay…As long as you don’t show up in my place so suddenly like this. I might have a heart attack” (y/n) tried to joke, making Johnny smiled even more

“I would make sure you won’t. Promise. Plus, you didn’t reply to any of my texts” Johnny said in defense

“I, I didn’t know it was you. I thought it was…nevermind…” (y/n) mumbled. “So um, when do you plan to take me out?”

“This Saturday. Let me take you out the whole day and show you how to enjoy your life” Johnny uttered, instinctively holding (y/n)’s small hand in his

Saturday - 09:02 am

True to Johnny’s promise, he would text (y/n) before actually going up to her place which she allowed him to. Johnny wore a simple attire compared to his business suits. Johnny wore a simple white T-shirt with black pants and a denim jacket paired with some casual shoes.

Johnny had just arrived with his black BMW since he felt his other cars might be too flashy and texted (y/n) that he was in front of apartment which she replied that she was on her way downstairs. But when it took more than 10 minutes, Johnny was starting to grow worry that he went out and into (y/n)’s apartment building and saw several men in black waiting for the elevator.

Though Johnny knew that (y/n)’s apartment was filled with all sorts of people, he can’t help but be wary of these men; remembering from his past experiences, Johnny decided to take the stairs up to (y/n)’s apartment.

Somehow, it was exactly how Johnny predicted. Those men were going on (y/n)’s floor but when they spot the taller Chicago man, they quickly turned, avoiding Johnny’s gaze. Unfortunately, before Johnny could get a better look at any of the men, the door to (y/n)’s apartment room was opened, revealing the younger, shorter girl.

(y/n) also wore a relaxed outfit with a basic white graphic T-shirt with some baggy jeans and a quite beaten up sneakers but to Johnny, she looked just as soft and etherial as she is adorable.

“H-hey. Sorry it took me a while. I was in the bathroom and I forgot where I put my phone literally after I texted you back so I spent the past like 5 minutes or so looking for it only to see it being dead so I charged it and looked for my portable charge and I…” (y/n) rambled, looking at a smiling Johnny. “I’m sorry, I was rambling”

“No. It’s actually pretty cute. And it’s alright. I was just a bit worried so I went up to see you for myself” Johnny mentioned, moving out of the way. “So, shall we?” Johnny asked, extending his hand for (y/n) to take

The two then head to Johnny’s car which Johnny, being the gentleman he is opened the door for (y/n) before going to the driver’s seat. “So, where are you taking me? Sorry for um, underdressing” (y/n) asked

“Nonsense, you look nice. I mean, I’m being casual myself. We’re just going to a casual restaurant, don’t worry. It’s a friend’s restaurant. He has some of the best Korean food in town” Johnny mentioned

The drive was quieter than Johnny would’ve liked but he knows that (y/n) was still shy and wary of the whole situation and he wants her to be as comfortable as she can so Johnny knows that he has to take it at her own pace.

Lucky enough, Johnny was able to get some conversation out of (y/n) like how was her uni life, how were her lessons, did she make any friends and so on. Whereas on (y/n)’s side, she also started to get to know Johnny like how he took film back when he was in university and he had a love for photography that he used to work at a local studio.

“What?” Johnny asked, seeing (y/n) chuckle

“I just, sorry. I sort of can’t really imagine you working a normal office like job” (y/n) admitted

“Well, it wasn’t really an office job since I get to go around, meet people and do what I love. But that’s in the past now” Johnny replied

“Do you miss it? The mundane routine when you were working in the studio?” (y/n) asked curiously

“Sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I get to do now and I love that I’m able to really own what I do but sometimes I do miss the simple mundane routine. It makes me feel grounded at times. Probably another reason why you attract me so much” Johnny flirted, making (y/n) rolled her eyes.

“Are you sure you haven’t dated in so long because I swear you flirt all the time” (y/n) groaned, making the older man chuckle. “Good to know that I still can. Anyways, we’re here” Johnny exclaimed, parking his car right outside of the restaurant, ‘Under the Moonlight’ that belongs to one of his member also dear hyung, Moon Taeil.

“Johnny, you said this was going to be casual but we’re at one of the most prestigious, 3 Michelin star restaurant in Seoul” (y/n) exclaimed, her face was filled with worry and panic while Johnny just got out of his seat and opened the door for (y/n) again

“It is casual. I mean, I know the owner. He’s a friend of mine” Johnny mentioned, helping (y/n) out of his car as he handed his car keys to the valet

“You’re telling me that your friend is master Moon?! The famous chef?!” (y/n) exclaimed as Johnny held her hand, walking past all the other customers who were waiting in line

“Yeap. Table for 2 under the name Johnny Suh” Johnny mentioned to the staff who upon seeing Johnny already knew who he was

Without wasting any time, the staff immediately told the other staff inside the restaurant that Johnny and his date had arrived. Immediately, one of the waiters went to direct Johnny and (y/n) into the restaurant as all the other customers eyes her with jealousy.

Inside the restaurant was no different as the outside. All the customers were eyeing (y/n), making her feel even smaller than she already felt when she and Johnny arrived at the restaurant. Noticing her slightly shaking self, Johnny released his hold on (y/n)’s hand and instead wrapped his arm around her smaller shoulder, pulling her closer to his bigger form whilst eyeing at all the other customers until his hyung and member came up to him, himself.

“Johnny! You came! And you finally brought a date” Taeil exclaimed, going to hug Johnny who released his hold on (y/n) for a moment to hug his older member

“Of course, hyung. Thank you for coming down to your own restaurant today for me” Johnny mentioned as all the customers look at the interaction in shock

“No, thank you for coming. It’s been a while since you guys came. I know work must be busy huh? But who’s this cute girl you brought today? The last one that came with their girlfriends were Jeno and Jaemin. They had a cute double date together” Taeil exclaimed, looking over at a shy (y/n)

“This is (y/n). She just went into college but she’s turning 23 soon” Johnny mentioned, softly grabbing (y/n)’s hands to extend for Taeil to shake

“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Taeil. The owner and head chef. I’m so happy to have you here. Johnny typically comes with his colleagues for business meetings so it’s nice to see a change. He even looks brighter these days” Taeil mentioned, making (y/n) blush

“T-thank you for having me. Sorry I dressed very casually. Johnny didn’t tell me that we were coming here. If I had known, I would’ve worn something better” (y/n) replied smiling

“Nonsense. You’re welcome to wear anything you want. Comfort over fashion. Unless you’re Johnny, Jaehyun, and Doyoung who typically dresses well even just for a walk in the park. But please, this way to your table” Taeil mentioned, directing both Johnny and (y/n) to an exclusive table in the restaurant

“Go ahead. Order anything you’d like. It’s on the house” Taeil exclaimed

“W-what?! T-taeil, you can’t” (y/n) stuttered

“I insist. Also, Johnny, do you want some wine?” Taeil asked as Johnny shook his head. “Not today, hyung. And maybe we’ll have something light. I’ll just take your signature steak and salad with sparkling water. How bout you (y/n)?” Johnny asked

“I’ll just have the kimchi pasta. I’ve always wanted to try it” (y/n) mentioned

“Coming right away” Taeil smiled at (y/n) before leaning to Johnny. “My staff told me that there were 2 cars that followed you here. I’ve told Doyoung who had Jungwoo keep an eye out. Jaehyun and Yuta are also around just in case” Taeil whispered to Johnny’s ear

“Thanks for the info hyung. I’d be happy to check out the new interior design you were thinking of” Johnny exclaimed as Taeil slightly bow to (y/n) before leaving

“So…” (y/n) started, catching Johnny’s attention. “So?” Johnny mimics

“Not only do you own a bar and an entertainment agency where the top celebrities like Jung Jaehyun works at but you also know the famous master Moon who owns three 3-michelin star restaurants?! Who exactly are you?” (y/n) questioned, making Johnny chuckle

“Just someone who just happens to know people. I’ve met Taeil when he was just starting out as a private chef for someone who happens to also helped me get to where I am today. Also, did you know that Taeil has a very heavenly voice? I even managed to convince him to sing an OST for a Kdrama we were filming and everyone loved his voice” Johnny mentioned, making (y/n) smile

“And you said I’m the mysterious one” (y/n) joked, making Johnny smile as well

“We all have our fair share of secrets but enough of that, what were you saying about some guy knowing your name?” Johnny questioned, his gaze became serious

“Oh right. So, I actually had my first group, well paired assignment and I was paired with this really fun and smart girl. We were doing our assignment in a cafe nearby our campus when her boyfriend came and he called my name” (y/n) recalled her memories

“Was this the guy that came and called to you?” Johnny asked in a more relax manner as he showed (y/n) a picture of Haechan, making the girl nod. “Yea, that’s him. Wait, you know him too?!”

“Like I’ve said. I know people and that’s Donghyuck. Well, he goes with his game name, Haechan more” Johnny mentioned, making the girl in front of him speechless

“The Lee Haechan? That master gamer and streamer?! That’s what he looks like?!” (y/n) asked in shock

“So you do know a lot of people yourself” Johnny joked. “No, all the people you know are famous people. Often get talked about at your bar. Even you. People would talk about how you could practically model but chose to build an entertainment agency and bar instead”

“I have modeled a few times. Also, don’t tell Haechan that I practically told you about him. Especially when Jeno is around. Jeno is probably going to tease him about it” Johnny mentioned

“Don’t tell me that this Jeno is…” (y/n) mumbled but Johnny finished her sentence. “Lee Jeno. The number one racer in Seoul who just won his like 4th? 5th grand prix? Boy was a prodigy since he was like 18”

The date went by smoothly much to Johnny’s expectations. Taeil would also often come drop by to have a chat with (y/n) who seemed more open than the morning he picked her up. But sadly, Johnny couldn’t completely enjoy his date as he kept replying the words Taeil told him.

Whenever Taeil would occupy (y/n)’s attention, Johnny would text his members on any updates regarding the people who followed his car. But Jungwoo was taking a longer time to identify the cars and who were in there.

Sighing, Johnny knew that it probably had something to do with (y/n) and he was starting to grow worry when he has to leave her alone later. Johnny was so lost in his thoughts until (y/n) snap him back to reality.

“Johnny. Are you okay? Did something happen?” (y/n) asked but Johnny was quick to regain his composure

“I’m alright flower. Just some work. Jaehyun was texting me about a rude partner during his shoot” Johnny lied

“You sure? I was going to go to the bathroom for a moment. You should splash some water on your face. Just to keep you awake, you know. You look a bit tired. We can head back after I’m done” (y/n) suggested

“Sure. If it’s alright with you, we can spend the rest of the evening at your place of even mine for a movie night and take out?” Johnny suggested back, earning a smile and nod. “I’d like that. I’ll be back”

After (y/n) left, Taeil went closer to Johnny. “Honestly, I support you”

“Well, that was random” Johnny scoffed making his older member laugh

“I’m serious. I like her. I mean, she’s such a soft soul. You can tell that she’s been through a lot and despite you spoiling her, she’s still humble and down to earth. It’s cute that she said she’ll repay you back for the amount of money you spent on her college but I know for a fact that you wouldn’t let her do that, right?” Taeil pestered

“She was a victim, hyung. A victim of human trafficking. She looks so broken” Johnny let out, making the older member sigh

“Just like you were when Taeyong and I visited you the day after we heard you were fired. Are you doing this because she reminds you of yourself or out of pity? Or have you actually taken interest in her?” Taeil asked

“I don’t know, hyung. I don’t want it just out of pity because she’s not like other girls. There are other girls in similar situations like she is but none with her personality. Most girls and staff in my bar would try their best to flirt and throw themselves at me. But not her. She’s, just like you said, down to earth. Even though she has a hard time, she doesn’t want people to take pity of her” Johnny replied

“Do you want to sleep with her?” Taeil genuinely asked

“Not exactly. I’m attracted to her but I also wouldn’t want to sleep with her just out of attraction. This is weird, hyung. I’ve always been scared going into a new relationship” Johnny explained

“It’s called you’re actually falling in love, John. You don’t know why you’re feeling it but one thing that you know is that you want to be with her. You want to always have her in your arms. To make her feel safe and comfortable just as you feel comfortable with her. You want to cherish her and every moment you have together. That’s why you’re going as far as to get to know her. To make her feel welcomed instead of your usual stoic and torture self. Love isn’t a crime nor is it scary. Sure it could be traumatic for some but true love is a beauty, John” Taeil lectured the younger member who seemed distraught by his long-forgotten feeling

Right before Johnny could reply to Taeil’s words, there was a commotion outside of the VIP room. “Sorry that things might get ugly, Hyung. I promise I’ll pay for the majority of the damages” Johnny shrugged, cocking his gun as he went out, followed by a tired Taeil. “It’s part of the job, John. Don’t worry about it”

Going out of the VIP room, Johnny was on guard at all times but he was instantly confused as to why everyone seemed calm until he saw Jaehyun bringing a terrified (y/n) next to him. In an instant, Johnny went to hug (y/n) who was shaking like crazy.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened Jaehyun?! What was the commotion?” Johnny demanded, pulling (y/n) closer to his chest, covering her sight as she sobbed on his chest

“(y/n) started to have panic attacks. I saw her going to the bathroom and not long after, I saw several men wearing black suits going to the bathroom as well. I quickly followed them and forced them out since they were hogging in front of the woman’s restroom. It took Yuta to escort them out and when they left, I heard sobbing in the bathroom and I found (y/n) crouching by the door, shaking and crying” Jaehyun explained, making Johnny’s grip around (y/n) even tighter

“Find Yuta and make sure that he gets those people. I want them” Johnny growled as Jaehyun just nodded and called Yuta

“Flower, it’s okay. Those people are gone. I’m going to take you back, alright?” Johnny spoke softly towards (y/n) who was still sobbing but nodded

Johnny bid Taeil goodbye and that he would meet his older member back at the base since he was bringing (y/n) to the NCT penthouse.

Slowly, Johnny brought (y/n) back to his car whilst telling his fellow members to take care of the people who were practically stalking (y/n). In his car, Johnny turned on a button that made all the glass around the car appear dark from the outside and rushed back to the base.

Along the way, Johnny made sure that (y/n) was completely asleep before calling Taeyong. “Tae, I know that this might be so sudden but…”

“Taeil filled me in. Just directly come to the penthouse. Yuta and his team found the stalkers. They’re on their way here but don’t question them. Let me deal with them. You stay with (y/n) and try to get answers from her. She needs you more” Taeyong mentioned

After turning off the call, Johnny looked over to (y/n) who was sleeping but her body was still a bit shaken up despite wrapped in Johnny’s jacket. Softly, Johnny stroked (y/n)’s head and upon seeing (y/n)’s shaken body, Johnny could feel his anger rising again. “Who did this to you?” Johnny thought to himself

NCT Penthouse - 8:29 pm (Johnny’s POV)

Arriving at our penthouse, I parked my car and tried to carry (y/n) who was asleep because I didn’t want to wake her but in the elevator, she suddenly woke up and nearly jumped out of my grip if I didn’t hold her tighter than I normally do.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s just me” I uttered, my fingertips lightly massaging (y/n)’s shoulder, helping her calm down

“W-where are we? This isn’t my…” (y/n) stuttered, her voice sounded a bit rough; most probably from the crying and sleeping

“We’re at my place. Well, mine and my members’ place. It’s our penthouse. No one has access to this place except for us and some of the members’ girlfriends. I assure you that everyone is nice though we all live in different rooms. Some even on different floors” I explained, slowly letting (y/n) down but still holding onto her, worried that she might fall

Just like the first time we were alone together, the ride to my floor was quieter than I wanted; especially after what happened at Taeil’s restaurant. Luckily enough, this time (y/n) didn’t seem to mind me holding her hand which helped calm my frustration a bit more.

Lots of thoughts were trying to consume my mind one at a time. Who the hell made (y/n) into a victim? Why would they keep tabs on her when they’ve basically sold her? Do these people have connections to me? Is that why they’re keeping tabs on (y/n)?

All those thoughts were racing to catch my attention until the elevator door was opened. I slowly directed (y/n) to my penthouse and once we were in, she practically stared in awe at my place. Though I like nice and fancy things, I tend to keep my space as minimal as possible. But one thing for sure, I definitely had one of the best views in the penthouse.

“Feel free to explore, flower. Though there are only like 3 rooms. Mine, a guest room and an office room. I’ll get you something to drink. You can take the guest bedroom or mine. Whichever one you’re more comfortable with. Or you can go and watch some netflix or other shows you’d like” I mentioned, heading to the kitchen

As I was grabbing some water and other snacks, I noticed that (y/n) was just staring out of the view from the glass walls. “Hey, are you alright? Are you scared of heights?” I asked, settling down the snacks but handed (y/n) a glass of water

“A bit. I’m scared of a lot of things but this view is pretty. Oh and thank you” (y/n) replied, drinking the water I gave her

“No one can actually see in the building. Our leader made sure that all the glass walls weren’t seen through from the outside but we could see everything from the inside. If we want even more privacy, we installed curtains as well” I mentioned

“Y-your leader? Is everything like, recorded or?” (y/n) asked and I knew where this conversation was going

“Yes. Our leader. I’m actually part of a group. We’re not dangerous per se. Perhaps not everything we do is according to the law. But we are far from doing anything illegal. Our leader isn’t someone mean or controlling. Well, at least not to us. Me, Jaehyun, Yuta, Ten, Hendery, and several other people are the core members. So we’re the people that our leader trusts the most. When we all moved to this apartment building together, we were given complete freedom to do what we wanted. Along with that, we’re also given privacy. We’re free to install our own security cameras or not. Heck, even if we don’t, our leader would somehow know everything. But there’s nothing to be scared of honestly. He’s a great leader and person. I mean, he’s the one who found and helped us during one of our lowest points. I was one of the first members to be in the group” I explained

“Is finding people doing human trafficking part of the job?” (y/n) suddenly asked

“Sort of. We’re not involved in a way we buy the victims. We’re looking into every dirty and illegal business in South Korea. The government is limited but not us” I stated, looking at (y/n) who wrapped her arms around herself. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

Turning around, (y/n) finally faced me and I saw her eyes start to be filled with water as she shook her head. Seeing her breaking down again was something I wanted to change. I walked closer and cupped her face. “Sssh, it’s alright. Whoever is looking for you won’t find you. No one outside of people we trust or love comes near here” I shushed (y/n), pulling her into my embrace as we stayed in this position for a while

“I want to help you, flower. Not out of pity. But because I feel at ease with you. I’m. I’m attracted to you. You’re not like any other girl I’ve encountered. You’re like a breath of fresh air from the city. A flower that blooms in winter. You’re special yet you weren’t given the chance to and I want to be the person to change that. But I can’t do that if you don’t tell me everything” I uttered, softly stroking (y/n) hair as she continued to sob in my chest until I heard a name

A name that was hammered into my brain for years. A name that I swore to all my members to never mention in my presence. Ever. A name that broke me years ago and made me believe that love was secretly bitter and toxic. My ex.

“Rox—roxanne…” (y/n) mumbled but the name was clear to me

“She and Axton…” (y/n) uttered another name that I forbid everyone from saying but I stopped her before she continued

“You knew I was the owner of the bar you worked at. You knew that I had nothing to do with those human trafficking but was connected with the people that made you a victim yet you didn’t come to me for help. Why?” I asked and pulled away to wipe the tears from (y/n)’s face but she suddenly looked away

“Hey. Don’t look away from me. I’m not angry. I’m not upset. Okay, maybe I am but not at you” I murmured, slightly forcing (y/n) to look at me. “Please. Tell me why didn’t you ask for my help in the first place when you knew”

“I. I was scared” (y/n) started. “I didn’t know how you would react but I also don’t want to take advantage of you. I’ll just be a burden. And I was scared that…” (y/n) rambled

“That?”

“That afterwards you would just” (y/n) hiccuped. “Just leave me all on my own” she finally let it out. She finally let out one of the things that everyone was so scared of

“Even at the beginning, I tried to not give in. I tried to not talk so much because I was scared that I would eventually fall for you. After you helped me that night, I really tried so hard. But then you keep showing up and I…” (y/n) rambled on. “We’re here now and I still am scared”

“Flower…” I whispered, my grip was loose that (y/n) managed to back away from me

“I, I don’t know what past you had with them but. I just want to not be involved. I just want to live a normal life. Sort of like you. I don’t want to be broken and sad. I don’t want to live in this constant fear that I could be hurt any day or even any second now” (y/n) cried

“Hey. Hey” I called out to her, trying to calm her down but she took a few more steps backwards making me sigh as I stood away from her

“Who said that I would hurt you? Who said that you’re taking advantage of me?” I questioned

“There were notes and messages. And they weren’t wrong. I’m taking advantage of you right now” (y/n) cried harder, making me ball up my fist knowing that those two people were responsible for another person’s trauma other than my own

“You’re not. I choose to get involved. I choose to reach out to you. I choose to get to know you. Albeit not the best method. And I choose you, flower” I uttered, somehow able to close the distance between us and cupped (y/n)’s cheek, forcing her to look at me

“You’ll get bored of me, Johnny. You’ll get bored and leave and I’ll be broken once again” (y/n) closed her eyes but her hands held mine

“You can worry about a lot of things but one thing you shouldn’t be worried about is me leaving you” I stated but (y/n) managed to make my hand let go of her face as she shook her head, her smaller hands leaving mine

“Th-thank you, Johnny. Really. For helping me and wanting to get to know me. I’m sorry, I just can’t…” (y/n) choked out and suddenly turned around but I wasn’t going to allow her to leave just like that

The second her hands left mine, I grabbed her wrist and turned her around back to me. One of my hands cupped her cheek while the other held her waist as I leaned down and pressed my lips on hers. The first time I kissed someone in years.

Of all the times I’ve kissed before, this felt right. This felt warm and welcoming whereas the previous ones, including the one with my ex, were just out of physical attraction, lust, and distraction. This was out of my own choice, how I care for her and love her.

Feeling her breathing got a bit heavier, I gently pulled away and let my forehead rest on her whilst gently caressing her cheeks. “Sssh, flower. It’s alright. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere and am certainly not going to leave you to break”

“Johnny…” (y/n) mumbled as I kissed right below her ear whilst lifting her and moved to my couch. Sitting down, I gently placed (y/n) on top of me, allowing her to straddle me since I was trapping her in my arms. “Flower. My last relationship was with that shit of an ex that turns out traumatised the both of us. Ever since, I have never, I swear on my members, never actively look for any other girl”

“Throughout those years, I was trying to keep myself busy with work and helping out the group. But in those years, I saw my members falling for their now girlfriends. Going through every obstacle in their relationship and still being together made me jealous but I was still just as traumatised as you were. Until I met you” I explained

“Sure I didn’t really actively look for another girl but that doesn’t mean I would sit around and watch a girl getting harassed like you did. Any normal person would’ve helped you as I did. But I’m glad I was there that day. Because it led us here” I added on

“I don’t deserve you, Johnny…” (y/n) mumbled. “Says who? I’m the one that’s pursuing you. So who the fuck says that you don’t deserve me?”

“Some people, most probably” (y/n) uttered but I kissed her temple, letting my lips linger a bit longer on her temple

“You tell me who they are and I’ll gladly deal with them” I mentioned, finally making (y/n) giggle even just for a bit

“John…” (y/n) called out to me. “If at any point you get bored of me, please don’t hurt me or yourself and just tell me honestly” (y/n) stated but I pulled her closer to me that her hands were on my shoulders for support

“Get that thought out of your mind. If anything, I’m more worried that you’ll leave me” I mentioned. “Do you want to be with me? Do you not want to fall for me?”

“Not like I can just switch off my humanity. I really do want to be with you but I’m just scared. I’m scared and I overthink too much” (y/n) mentioned, making me smile

“Then I’ll have to reassure you every day in every way possible” I joked, making (y/n) giggle. “I promise you that while it’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship, I’ll make sure you know how much I love and care for you. Afterall, I’m the one who chose this in the first place. If anything, being the man I am, I will stand by my choice and take care of you for as long as this life allows me to”

“May I?” I asked, my thumb slightly brushing past (y/n)’s lips as she gave me a shy nod

Smiling, I moved my head closer as my hand gently brought (y/n)’s head closer to meet in between. Both our lips connect once more and I can finally feel (y/n) returning the feelings I’ve poured out to her. Slowly, I brought her body as close as I could, my other hand massaging (y/n)’s waist, calming her tense body as I deepened the kiss between us.

Though we just admitted the feelings between us, I asked (y/n) to stay over because I was worried that something might happen to her if she were to be on her own. Surprisingly, she followed through and I ordered takeout as she took a shower.

After ordering, I let softly knocked in her room which was the guest bedroom since I didn’t want to move too fast and make her uncomfortable by sleeping on the same bed as me. I told her that I would also be in the shower and that if anyone knocked on the door, it was probably the takeout that I ordered.

Once I heard an answer from (y/n), I headed to my own room and showered as quickly as I could because I felt bad for leaving (y/n) alone for too long. But after I finished showering, I saw a text from Taeyong regarding the stalkers that he and Yuta were questioning.

TY: they caved and told us that the people who sent them were your ex-girlfriend and senior editor

TY: I’ve had Jungwoo and Haechan to dig up information about them and locate them

John: I know. (y/n) told me about them being the ones who made her into a victim. I want them.

TY: we’re locating them right now. I also need to know if (y/n)’s story checks out with those two. How is she doing?

John: we confessed to each other. She’s staying with me until I make sure that those two are dealt with

TY: I’m glad that you finally admitted your feelings but don’t let your guard down. At least until we’ve sorted those two and made sure that no one can access any more human trafficking in Seoul. Until those two are captured, stay with (y/n). Good night, Johnny

I was so lost in my conversation with Taeyong that I didn’t realise how long I left (y/n) alone outside. I quickly grabbed my hoodie and sweatpants then headed out to find (y/n) sitting by the dining island instead of the dining table and the food that I ordered was already laid out on the counter neatly. There were even two plates and other utensils which my heart warmed up along with the view of (y/n) in my own hoodie and pants as well.

“Hey. What were you thinking about?” I mumbled, coming up next to (y/n), kissing the side of her head as one of my arms snaked around her waist, catching her off-guard for a moment

“Hey, sorry. Was just in my head. Also, thank you for letting me stay over and ordering dinner” (y/n) mentioned as I took a seat next to her

“It’s alright. I hope you didn’t wait too long. Also, it’s no problem. I actually prefer that you just stay over from now on. Only if you want. Of course you don’t have to sleep with me in my room if you don’t want to but knowing that you’re here with me and safe makes me feel at ease…” I rambled that I almost missed (y/n)’s soft answer

“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked again, to make sure

“I said okay. As long as I’m not interrupting anything” (y/n) mumbled, making me grin. “You never are. I’ll help you move later. I don’t want you to go out on your own”

“B-but, I can go to campus, right?” (y/n) asked and I thought for a moment because I forgot that she’s going to college

“Of course. I was the one that helped you to get into college. But you should go with Haechan and his girlfriend. Since you said that his girlfriend is your partner. I’m sure that she’s also staying with Haechan. I’ll double-check with him. Sorry, I might seem a bit too much but I’m worried about you. At least until those two are captured” I mentioned, earning a nod from (y/n)

“So um” (y/n) stuttered. “Have you actually looked for them and…”

“Sorry, flower. I’m not going to let you in much about that. At least until I’ve dealt with them” I sighed, eating some of the chicken

“Y-you’re not going to kill them, right?” (y/n) asked, making me question how much patience and goodness she had because if it were up to me, I would take my time to torture them before killing one of them in front of the other

“We don’t really kill, flower. Sure, we do have some blood on our hands but I promise you that they’re all not innocent” I stated, earning a hum from (y/n)

“I’m sorry” (y/n) uttered. I then pulled her chair closer to me as she looked at me in surprise. “Why are you apologising this time? I swear if you apologise one more time, I’m going to have to kiss you until you’re out of breath”

“Gosh, stop with that flirting” (y/n) exclaimed, covering her red face while I just chuckled, slowly taking her hand off her face. “Well? Why the sudden apology?”

“Because I feel bad that you have to face your ex again” (y/n) murmured, looking down at her lap but I found her so cute that I softly pinched her slightly puffed cheeks

“You’re so adorable. But really, flower, it’s nothing. I have to face them sooner or later in my life. Might as well get it over now. Plus, this is the perfect excuse to confront them” I mentioned when I got a text from Taeyong

TY: we’ve found them. Yuta and Hendery are securing them. You enjoy your night first. Deal with them tomorrow or let them rot for a week then deal with them. Your choice

“Is, everything alright?” (y/n) asked as I wiped the corner of her lip that was dirty from the food she ate. “Never better. Let’s have some dinner while we watch a movie, shall we? You pick any movie” I smiled, grabbing our plates and heading to the living room

NCT Base - 2:09 am

I didn’t want to leave (y/n) alone but I knew that I need to finish the job. Especially when Taeyong said that those two traumamakers arrived and that everyone was waiting for me to come and question them.

After making sure that (y/n) was completely asleep, I texted Haechan if he and his girlfriend were still awake and luckily they were. I asked them to come by my place to take care of the place and a sleeping (y/n) until I’m done questioning and torturing our guests.

“Hyung. You there? My girlfriend and I are here” I heard Haechan’s voice from the intercom

“Thanks for coming by and staying over. (y/n) actually passed out on the couch so I took her to my room. You both can stay in the guest bedroom if you want” I mentioned, opening the door for the sleepy couple

“It’s fine, hyung. I brought our gaming laptops so we’ll just be playing some games, isn’t that right, honey” Haechan cooed at his girlfriend who just hummed

“Thanks again. There are snacks in the fridge and cupboard. Knock yourself out, kids. But please, don’t makeout on the couch. Do it in the bathroom if you want. Easier to clean” I joked, making Haechan groan and his girlfriend flushed

“I’m heading out now. Enjoy yourself kiddos” I bid goodbye but Haechan came to see me out as his girlfriend was setting up their gaming station on my coffee table

“Hyung. Take care of yourself. Don’t go overboard. They’re not worth your energy. Get what information you need and end it. No point getting stuck in the past” Haechan uttered, making me smile at his matured words

“Thanks little bear. I’ll keep that in mind. You take care of the place, alright? Don’t make a mess. I’ll text you when I get back” I mentioned, waving at Haechan and heading to our base

I walked down to the basement where we would keep our ‘special guests’ and opened one of the doors with the red light above it; indicating that the room was being used.

Inside the room, I saw both Roxanne, my ex-girlfriend and Axton, my ex-senior editor, chained from above, side by side and were most probably pretending to be unconscious. Taeyong, Yuta, and Jaehyun were standing in the center of the room, behind the table that was in between them and those two.

“How long have you had them chained up here like meat?” I asked, putting on the gloves

“They just freshly arrived from the bay. From Japan” Yuta pointed out, making me chuckle since he continued my joke

“We should probably drench them in some cold water to make sure that we didn’t catch dead meat, shall we?” I suggested and Taeyong just smirked, handing me a controller and I pressed one of the buttons that made the ceiling pour ice water on both of our chained guests, waking them up instantly

“What the fuck…who…Johnny?” I heard Roxanne’s voice uttered for the first time in years; albeit a bit more shaking than what I used ot hear

“Why the shock, Roxanne? Miss me that much? Sadly, I don’t miss you or the man whom you had an affair with during one of the worst times in life. Granted, they weren’t as bad as being a victim because you both needed a victim” I stated, the shocked and scared look was obvious

“Whichever girl is trying to get in your pants this time, she clearly has the wrong people. Or are you just looking for a reason to get back at us for all those years ago?” Axton scoffed while I took one of my favourite knives, the carving knife and dragged the blade across his chest as I heard Roxanne squeal

“I’m going to enjoy my time finishing you up, Axton” I smirked, seeing the blood dripping from his chest and on my blade

“And since you mention a specific case which translates to there being a specific, one girl to have given me information regarding you both which means you both would have kept tabs on this specific girl” I smirked, looking at both their scared faces. “Meaning, what she’s saying is actually true”

“No point hiding. Might as well admit what you’ve done” Jaehyun stated, coming to my side while Taeyong just watched us from his chair with Yuta next to him

“Why her? Why chose her to be a victim when she had a life? She was fucking 16!” I growled, specifically towards Roxanne whom I pointed my knife with Axton’s blood. “What if that was you, huh? What if your parents were killed when you were 16?”

“Because she was the perfect victim” Axton chuckled, making me sick. “She was from a proper family. She was taught to be proper and to be an obedient little sl…” Axton didn’t get to continue as punctured his sternum, releasing a rather unrecognisable scream from him before I let my blade drop to the ground

“Should I carve your balls out to somewhat understand the pain of being a victim or should I pull and cut your tongue out, making a tongue soup and serve it to Roxanne because of the disgusting words that come out of your mouth whenever you speak?” I chuckled

“Y-you’re crazy…at least we don’t kill children” Roxanne tried to argue but my members and I scoffed at her

“Crazy? I may have blood on my hands” I smirked, raising my hands so that the light shone the blood dripping along my arm. “Quite literally. But at the fucking least, I don’t kill innocent people for money”

“Sure. I, and the others might not have the best reason to kill someone but at least I don’t kill other people for no fucking reason. At least when I torture and kill, it’s all for a reason” I growled, gripping Roxanne by her neck, slowly squeezing it to the point before she passed out and let go of her neck

“Whose to say that the girl you saved isn’t secretly using you? She must’ve missed her old privileged life that she planned on making you pity her that much” Roxanne breathed out and I was about to squeeze the life out of her if it weren’t for Taeyong stopping me

“You sure that isn’t the other way around?” Taeyong spoke, standing up and walked beside me as I moved out of the way when Taeyong pulled several documents and pictures to Roxanne

“You lived a pretty pathetic life where your parents constantly fought each other, neglecting you and even sold you. You didn’t get the life or love you wanted until Johnny showed up and you used his fortune for your own until you met that sad of a douchebag and betrayed someone who had genuine feelings for you” Taeyong stated, making me recall the horrific time when I found Roxanne making out with Axton

“You were part of the human trafficking as a somewhat of a victim but instead of trying to live your life, you got a little taste of money and that consumed you. You might not kill innocent life but you’re worse than a killer” Taeyong growled, making Roxanne look even more scared, probably the scaredest I have ever seen her

“You’re like a fire. You get close to your prey, warming up to them” Taeyong stated, lighting his lighter and bringing it close to the documents, lighting them up. “Then you slowly burn them. Letting them burn on their own until all that’s left” Taeyong let go of the documents, letting them burn on their own. “Is just ashes that you can’t rebuild into anything”

“Luckily for those people you burn, I found them. Though I couldn’t save part of them that were burnt, I tried to make do with what you left them to be. I found Johnny and took him in, helping him rebuild his burnt self just as he’s doing to the victim you made. All for your selfishness. Wanting them to feel the pain you did” Taeyong went back to his table. “We’re done here. Johnny, finish them. Jungwoo and Kun already found the other victims and thanks to Yuta, we already cut their connection to their clients and suppliers”

“Wh-what?! You’re killing us?! I, I thought that the government…” Roxane uttered but Jaehyun beat her to it

“Gave us complete authority to do what we please to people like you. When it reached a point of no return, the government gave us complete control. As long as we have given them what they wanted or what they were looking for. In this case, they wanted to cut the connection, aka the parasites, aka you both. They also wanted us to help look for the victims which thanks to your computer, we have all of that. It’s only a matter of time to hack into them” Jaehyun explained

“Y-you were just stalling…” Roxanne breathed

“For someone that could manipulate their victims to get away from everyone they know, you’re slow on things when you’re on the other end of the rope” Yuta scoffed while I cocked my gun

“Johnny…you, you wouldn’t….” Roxanne tried to persuade me with that sweet yet toxic voice

“I’m sorry” I uttered which made Roxanne sigh of relief. Oh, how she was wrong.

“I’m sorry for not being good enough for you that I couldn’t quite save you. But you were already lost in that addiction, weren’t you? At least, for this last time, let me save you. From yourself and from any other victims” I mentioned, a bullet was fired straight to Roxanne’s heart as she mouthed my name one last time as I walked to her slowly dying body, closing her eyes. “I hope we won’t ever meet again in the next life. And I hope you have a better life next time”

By the time I went back to my penthouse, the sun was already starting to rise and when I reached my place, Haechan and his girlfriend were already back at their place when I texted them that I was heading back.

Luckily, there was a shower at the base so I immediately showered and changed right after we were done with those two because I knew that if I showered at my own place, there was a good chance that (y/n) would wake up.

Back at my place, I headed to my room to see (y/n) snuggling in my bed, one of her legs was out of the bed as the blanket was messed up. Seeing her deep asleep self made me smile and I tucked her back in before going to the other side, finally being able to get some rest.

I laid down and wrapped one of my arms around her waist, pulling her close to my chest which made her snuggle closer. I slowly stroked her head mindlessly because of how heavy my eyes felt. But suddenly, I heard (y/n) mumbling my name and slowly waking up, making me smile.

“Johnny?” (y/n) mumbled

“Yes, flower?” I replied, pushing some of her hair out of her eyes

“Why aren’t you asleep?” (y/n) uttered, slowly opening her eyes, looking up to meet mine

“Haven’t been able to sleep” I lied but (y/n) saw through me. “It’s not good to lie”

“I just got back” I admitted as (y/n) hummed. “W-what happened?”

“Nothing that you should know of, flower. It’s over. Though I’m probably going to get much sleep, at least I can finally sleep at ease knowing that the past is finally behind me and hopefully you” I replied, cupping her cheeks

“It’s been over for me since you decided to choose me, John. So let me do the same and take care of you from now on. We had to go through our traumas alone but now, let’s heal it together and take care of each other. Don’t try to be strong on your own, okay?” (y/n) rambled, making me smile and kissed the top of her head before snuggling even closer

“Now and forever, as long as it’s with you, I think I finally see that love is a beauty” I smiled, leaning down to softly feel (y/n)’s lips on mine before we went to our slumber, ignoring the busy world around us.

A/N: AFTER LIKE A MONTH OF WRITING THIS! I FINALLY FINISHED MY 100TH TUMBLR POST AGHHHHHH Thank you to @mymoodwriting for always wanting to read my snippets and share me your opinion and keeping me company whilst writing the final part of this story. This was a very long one and I hope that you guys enjoy this final story of 2023 from me while I finally do the NCT Mafia Masterlist and start 2024 with the Jaehyun request (which will be a different mafia universe compared to this one). Thank you for everyone who recently followed and read my fics. 2023 had many ups and downs and here's to hoping that 2024 will be better for all of us! Merry Christmas and Happy New year :)) xoxo Vinet

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EXCLUSIVE: One year ago we told you that a second season of John le Carré adaptation The Night Manager was quietly being developed under the codename Steelworks.

Now, Deadline can reveal that the BBC and new co-pro partner Amazon have gone big on a supercharged two-season order of the thriller, with Tom Hiddleston returning to lead, Hugh Laurie coming back as EP and with a new director in I Hate Suzie’s Georgi Banks-Davies. A third season has also been greenlit. David Farr returns as writer and Stephen Garrett is showrunner.

The Night Manager Season 2 will begin filming later this year and will pick up with Hiddleston’s Jonathan Pine eight years after the explosive finale of Season 1, going beyond the original book, which was written by the celebrated British writer in 1993. Additional plot details are being kept under wraps and there is not yet confirmation as to whether EP Laurie’s Richard Roper, who was last seen in the back of a paddy wagon driven by arms buyers who were not best pleased with him, will return to star. Hiddleston will also EP and will discuss in more depth on tonight’s Jimmy Kimmel Live!

Produced by The Ink Factory in association with Character 7, Demarest Films and 127 Wall, and in co-production with Spanish partner Nostromo Pictures, The Night Manager Season 2 was sold to Amazon by Fifth Season. The first was co-produced with AMC.

New director Banks-Davies, a BAFTA-nominee who takes over from Susanne Bier, has credits including I Hate Suzie, Garfield and upcoming Netflix series Kaos.

The Night Manager Season 1 was a huge success, watched by millions and winning multiple BAFTAs, Emmys and Golden Globes including best actor for Hiddleston. Also starring Tom Hollander, Olivia Colman and Elizabeth Debicki, it followed Pine – who ran a luxury hotel in Cairo – as he attempted to infiltrate the inner circle of Roper’s crime syndicate after being hired by Foreign Office task force manager Angela Burr.

The first season was commissioned more than 10 years ago and the show has since been remade in India, lapping the UK version by swiftly having a Season 2 greenlit for Disney+ Hotstar in May last year.

Simon Cornwell and Stephen Cornwell, le Carré’s sons who run The Ink Factory, said Season 1 proved “a landmark moment for the golden era of television – uniting on-screen and behind-the-camera talent at the top of their game – and an audience reception which was beyond our wildest imagining.”

They added: “Revisiting the story of Pine also means going beyond the events of John le Carré’s original work: that is a decision we have not taken lightly, but his compelling characters and the vision David has for their next chapter were irresistible.”

Amazon MGM Studios Head of Television Vernon Sanders said: “We are elated to bring additional seasons of The Night Manager to our Prime Video customers. The combination of terrific source material, the wonderful team at The Ink Factory, a great writer in David Farr, an award-winning director in Georgi Banks-Davies, as well as the talented cast truly make the series the full package.”

Hiddleston said: “The first series of The Night Manager was one of the most creatively fulfilling projects I have ever worked on. The depth, range and complexity of Jonathan Pine was, and remains, a thrilling prospect.”

BBC content boss Charlotte Moore added: “After years of fervent speculation I’m incredibly excited to confirm that The Night Manager is returning to the BBC for two more series.”

The Night Manager series two is created and executive produced by Farr, based on the characters created by le Carré. Additional executive producers include Garrett for Character 7, Banks-Davies, Laurie and Hiddleston; Joe Tsai and Arthur Wang for 127 Wall; Stephen and Simon Cornwell, Michele Wolkoff, and Tessa Inkelaar for The Ink Factory; Adrián Guerra for Nostromo Pictures; William D. Johnson for Demarest Films, Nick Cornwell, Susanne Bier, Chris Rice for Fifth Season and Gaynor Holmes for the BBC.

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