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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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I'd Date A Fan - LN

Summary: Lando sees the same fan and interacts with her more and more till he realises he starts beginning to look for her in crowds at races and maybe he has a crush.

Warning: This is going to feed the delusion more than ever (at least for me) but I think we all deserve to feel like there's a 0.00000001% chance (not if you're under 18)

Shy fan/clumsy!reader

Bit of a shitty ending, sorry I didn't really know how far to take this. I didn't want to be writing forever but I hope it doesn't suck too much.

Lando has openly admitted sometimes he's not in the mood to see fans but even in those occasions he will go sign stuff or take photos. In a good mood he'll really stand and have conversations, talk to them and interact.

Today he is feeling kind of social and in a good mood.

"Hey, how you guys doing?" Lando asks as he walks out of the hotel early in the morning because he's actually leaving and flying out of there.

"We're so good. Can you-Can you wait for a sec? My friend fell asleep over there and she'll be so heart broken if she misses meeting you." One of the young woman states making him nod.

There's only maybe 6 of them so he doesn't mind an extra one.

By the time the young woman rushes back, a few of the other fans have actually moved on which probably means those signed helmets and driver cards will be up on Ebay soon enough. Lando almost has to grin at the very disheveled you woman who looks nervous as much as she looks tired.

"Go on, he won't bite you." Y/f/n states nudging y/n forward as the young woman holds a 1:2 model helmet of his basketball helmet. "Y/n's too shy to ask, but can she get a picture too?"

"Yeah, of course." Lando nods trying not actually coo at y/n who is trying to tidy her hair while he signs the helmet.

"Y/f/n, I look awful." Y/n grimaces then smiling at Lando. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You look great." Lando insists since he always tries to make sure fans are comfortable with him. He really doesn't need any stories about him being rude or making a fan upset by meeting him.

They do get a picture and y/n rambles out multiply thank yous and Lando does manage to get a hug from her, which y/f/n captures on video. Clearly being a 10/10 friend who wants to make sure there's evidence of these memories.

"You guys be safe." Lando smiles thanking them before he really has to go. "It was nice meeting you guys, hopefully I'll see you again soon."

"We'll be at Spa. So yeah, see you then." Y/f/n grins while holding y/n's hand.

Admittedly Lando didn't think anything more about y/n and y/f/n after initially meeting them. After all, if he thought abut every fan that he'd met in his career then he'd never stop thinking about them.

"Lando! Lando!" A familiar voice calls making him turn to find the familiar face and behind her is a slightly more put together and awake face that he recognises with ease.

Y/f/n looks almost flush with having clearly ran and probably fought her way through her fans to get them to see Lando.

"Hey, you guys made it." Lando smiles earning a nod as he finds himself look at y/n. "Anything else for me to sign?"

"Yeah, my top and her cap please." Y/f/n nods handing him a sharpie.

Lando's actually one of many signatures on the McLaren top. Y/f/n is collecting them but y/n's cap is free of any other pen.

"See, you've got loyalty. Keeping the number 4 cap to only have my signature on it." Lando smirks while y/n smiles shyly, yet to utter a word. "Are you feeling more awake this time?"

"Yes, slept in a hotel this time rather than in the back of a rental car." Y/n murmurs earning a grin from the curly haired driver. "Thank you for this-again."

"Thank you for being here." Lando nods before pausing. "Are you guys going to be at any other races?"

"Not till Abu Dhabi now." Y/n shrugs earning a small nod.

"What's your name again?" Lando asks making her puff out a breath looking almost sweaty at the question.

"Y/n y/l/n is her name." Y/f/n states quickly clearly the confident one and the one who seems to be more than fine to give out her friends information. "And if you like the sound of that, you should hear how good her number sounds."

"Y/f/n." Y/n mumbles in shock. "Sorry-we should let you go."

Y/n finally returns the favour of yanking y/f/n away and Lando thinks about following but instead knows better than to be caught chasing a fan. The rumours that would go around would just be a headache in themselves.

Y/n y/l/n.

Lando found her pretty easily after that race and proceeded to use burner accounts to stalk her, watch her stories and see her tagged posts. She's not on private but she only has about 400 followers, all of which seem to be friends of her.

Her and y/n seem to travel a lot and from what he can tell y/f/n is the well-off friend who pays for things and pulls y/n along as a plus one.

Or so he thought.

Till he looked at y/f/n's page and she's actually a motorsport influencer being trusted to do Motor GP content and going to other races including the Formula Regional (formerly Formula Renault). They go to karting races too.

By the time Lando gets to Abu Dhabi, he's in it deep with this woman.

She's not there on the Thursday and it's on the Friday when he doesn't seen her again but sees that she is there when she posts to her story pictures of the track from the grandstands.

"Maybe you should just try messaging her. Or her friend." Jon states as they out of the McLaren unit.

"If I don't find her by the end of the day maybe I will." Lando murmurs while moving through the paddock, his eyes darting around on the chance she could be in there.

"You are crushing hard on this girl. Do you even think she realises just that she's been stuck in your head?" Jon questions with a smirk since he has begun to love teasing the driver about it. Though he quickly darts his head around to look behind him. "Is that her?"

Lando being gullible falls for it and spins around in search of the young woman who is definitely not there.

"Dick."

"You're so easy to trick." Jon chuckles shaking his head.

The rest of the day goes on with Lando doing FP3 and qualifying, all before Jon decides to share some information.

"Hey, there's-" Jon states as they walk out of the media pen.

"Nice try, I'm not fall-"

"Lando!" Y/f/n exclaims making him spin around, but she's on her own and apparently reads his expression well. "You look disappointed."

"You're not-"

"It's good to see you, I was wondering when I might catch you." Lando cuts in knowing Jon is about to completely betray him. "You're on your own?"

"Oh, y/n is here. Somewhere, I lost her. I was actually going to ask since you're one of two people in the paddock who know her. If you spot her can you just tell her to meet me back at the hotel?"

"Yeah, yeah of course. Has she been missing for long?"

"She said she was going to the toilet and just never came back. Left her phone with me so I have no way of contact her. But I have a feeling when she can't find me she'll take herself back to the hotel. If she hasn't already."

"We'll keep an eye out." Lando nods earning a smile nod with a thanks before she takes off, clearly still looking for her friend.

Lando begins to look around and ends up staying later than he'd initially intended to. Which he begins to think was a waste of time till he sees a security guard walking with y/n while her arm is held to her chest in a sling.

"Y/n?" Lando calls making her turn from the conversation as Lando nears them. "Hey, y/f/n said you went missing what happened?"

"I...dislocated my shoulder." Y/n sighs earning a look of shock. "There was some kids running around and I don't know, I sort of fell over and I don't know, it hurt."

"I found her and managed to get her to the medical centre, they have to knock her out to put it back in place."

"So that's why you've been missing for so long." Lando smiles slightly amused by how her day took such a turn. "If you need I can give you a ride to your hotel."

"If y/f/n has disappeared already. That would probably be wise." Y/n nods before she smiles at him then turning to hug the security guy. "Thanks Benny."

"You're welcome, take care of yourself." Benny chuckles before nodding at Lando and moving away, presumably to get on with his other duties.

Lando smiles at her as they begin to walk and she sighs lightly, clearly not sure what to say.

"I was wondering when I'd see you actually. Thought you might have something else for me to sign." Lando jokes trying to break the tension which does earn a smile.

"Could sign my sling, but I do think I'd sell it. Not quite as cute to display next to a mini helmet and cap." Y/n states before clearing her throat. "You don't have to give me a ride, I can find another way."

"Do I come across as that much of an arsehole?" Lando smirks earning a flustered stutter before he pats her shoulder, glad he's on her uninjured side. "Where are you staying?"

He knows where she's staying, only because she shared it on her story and actually it's at the same Hilton hotel. Which he can guarantee was y/f/n's choice because y/n doesn't look like the type to choose anything unless it's the more humble and quiet option.

"The big Hilton one. God, I don't know the name...I think my head is still foggy." Y/n frowns raising her hand to her head.

"I'm staying there too, don't worry." Lando smiles before he gets an idea. "I was going grab something to eat actually. Would you want to join me? Food might do you some good with the brain fog."

Y/n looks at him looking almost stressed before seeming to search his eyes then softening slightly.

"Food does sound good." Y/n nods looking down shyly. "I don't know how well dressed I am for a meal."

"I think you look great."

Y/n clears her throat clearly not even sure how to handle a compliment from Lando.

He opens the car door for her, waiting till she's sat inside before he gently closes the door and moves around, climbing into the driver's seat and smiling brightly as he watches her click her seatbelt into place.

Lando manages to do most of the talking while always giving her opportunity to talk too. Then they get to the hotel and the valet helps her out before taking Lando's keys from him. As he predicted, she's fine to sit down and they get a slightly more secluded spot on Lando's request. Not because he wants to hide but because the chatter of other people might just drown out y/n's voice.

It's once they've ordered and the food has arrived that Lando finally decides to make his crush more obvious.

"You know I was actually hoping to find you so I could invite you and y/f/n to come sit in the garage for the race tomorrow." Lando states making his eyes look up at him widely, clearly shocked.

"That's...very kind of you." Y/n chokes out after what is definitely too long of a silence. "Too kind, I mean you hardly know us."

"I know you're a fan, so why not? You obviously deserve to see a race with the full experience." Lando shrugs earning a slight smile, almost looking impressed? "You can say no."

"No-I mean no, I don't want to say no-I'd like to. I'm sure y/f/n would love to as well." Y/n adds quickly then shifting with a small frown.

She tried to order something that would be easy to eat with one hand in the form of a pasta dish, but it's her dominant hand that's out of use.

"Are you struggling?"

"I'm fine." Y/n states quickly deciding to change tactics and shovel it rather than jab at it before trying to get back to their conversation after she chews and swallows down maybe more than she had intended to. "So you weren't happy with qualifying today?"

"I messed up. Should've done better." Lando sighs then shrugging. "I'll improve for next season. Work on my qualifying."

"You know...qualifying doesn't have to be the best if you have the ability to get back through the pack, and your race pace is amazing."

"Thank you." Lando smiles then leaning back a little as he keeps his gaze trained on her while she very obviously tries to avoid it. "You know, this isn't usually how I'd spend time with fans."

"Is that a good or bad thing?" Y/n laughs nervously before shifting clearly worried that she might not actually be wanted here right now.

"A good thing. A very good thing in my opinion." Lando shrugs beginning to feel his own slightly shyer side come out before he forces it away. Right now only one of them can be shy and he doesn't think she can force the confidence like she can. "I do have to confess something."

"What's that?" Y/n asks letting her gaze flick up to Lando.

"I may have found your instagram. You live the high life for a motorsport fan." Lando grins watching her face shift to a smile of her own. "Y/f/n works in the commentary side of it and just brings you along?"

"No. No. I mean yes, but no. I uhhh...not at like F1 races but at the smaller races, I do a lot of photography for them." Y/n explains making Lando look at her with a smile. "I have another page for it and I keep it separate from my own page so you might not have found it in your stalking."

"It wasn't as far as stalking." Lando quickly corrects earning a slightly more amused smile. "But no I didn't find that account. I do love photography though, so you should definitely give me the name of that account."

"Ok." Y/n nods assuming that will be later.

"So what's your favourite motorsport with you attending more of a variety than I ever have." Lando asks since he has witnessed her world tour with y/f/n around the world hitting up several motorsports.

"I think the karting is actually pretty good to watch. I know they're not going 200 miles an hour. But I don't know, they are always having fun and if they do get upset there's no filter so as an adult it's kind of funny to watch."

"It is funny to watch." Y/n giggles before she shrugs. "Actually it was quite fun getting to see some of your karts out and in use."

"Karting is fun. I still try to go karting when I can. Have you ever got yourself in a kart?"

"Mmm it's not really where my talents lie. Mainly because y/f/n is a sadist who takes joy out of doing everything to cause me harm." Y/n shudders at the memory while Lando can't help but laugh at the thought.

"Well I'd take care of you and not terrorise you on the track if you come karting with me." Lando grins then shifting. "Actually, we should go on another date and I'll get you in one of my karts for the best experience."

"A-Another date?" Y/n chokes out nearly paling. "This-This is a date?"

"I hope so." Lando mumbles mainly because he has admitted to himself now that he has a crush on this woman and he's hoping this time spent with her makes her realise that he really wants to spend more time with her and get to know her.

And really hopefully get into a serious long term relationship. He's already obsessed with her and enjoys her company, he can't think of any fault with her.

Of course there's time for that to change but he feels like his gut instinct has never failed him this far.

"Are you ok with this being a date?" Lando asks making her look at him for a moment.

"Yeah, that's ok. And so do more dates." She confirms watching Lando seem to relax, though she's not sure he knew he was so tense.

Lando had no shame about walking y/n to her room and getting a kiss that he was actually a little surprised that she initiated. Though she followed it up by rushing into her room and disappearing almost before he could open his eyes again.

The next morning he went out of his way to give both her and y/f/n a lift and that's when y/f/n exposes her plan worked.

"I knew the two of you would get along, I just had to make sure that y/n actually got your attention...not that I expected her to dislocate her shoulder-you really went off plan on your own with that one, y/n." Y/f/n states from the back seat while y/n seems to grimace and sink into the passenger seat.

"So this was all a ploy?" Lando smirks, actually sort of amused by the idea of being played by two unsuspecting people. He would maybe believe if y/f/n had pursued him for herself but setting out to get him for y/n. That maybe wasn't what he expected.

"Not by y/n, she told me I was crazy. But I know how much of a catch she is." Y/f/n shrugs then grinning and it paid off. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"I won't tell you that you're wrong." Lando surrenders as they pull up. "So be honest, did y/n talk about me loads?"

"Yes."

"Y/f/n!" Y/n groans rubbing her free hand over her face since her other hand is still restrained by the sling.

"Awww...it's cute. I'm flattered."

"Can we get out now?" Y/n questions since they're still in the car. "I'm being targeting."

"Out of love. I'm making sure he knows you're a fan. Who doesn't want to date someone who adores them? And we already know he's been stalking your ass, if even if you didn't realise." Y/f/n laughs then getting out and moving to help y/n out the car. "Maybe I should start leaving the boyfriend duties to Lando."

"Please for the love of god, stop opening your mouth." Y/n groans as Lando grins moving around to carry her bag, taking it from y/f/n and proudly holding y/n's hand.

"Oh you are just trying to trigger the shyness." Y/f/n laughs then moving around to y/n's other side. "I am a matchmaker who know know bounds."

"Guess we'll have to thank you in the future?" Lando jokes earning a grin.

"See, he's already great. We have no beef, that's a green flag. Though he is a scorpio."

"Here we go."

"Ignore her." Y/n laughs since they might've just found the point where y/f/n and Lando won't get along. "She's a pain."

"A pain who will be mentioned and credited in the wedding speeches." Y/f/n scoffs while y/n looks at her in horror over even thinking to mention a wedding. "Oh calm down. He's fine."

"Yeah, I'm not that easily scared." Lando smirks while y/n turns to look at him but he just shoots her a grin. "I already have like 4 dates planned out for us in my mind and it's the Winter break so I can devote so much time into this, you'll hate me soon."

"I feel like I've got two devils on my shoulders rather than a devil and an angel...but instead it's just the two of you."

"Lucky you." Lando grins then gently gesturing for them to go into the McLaren unit. "Welcome."

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pinky-promis3s · 1 year

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Letting You Draw On Them

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Imagine: you have a sharpie, they have skin, its free real estate

Includes: Colby and Sam

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Colby Brock

You knew how much Colby adored his tattoos, he had a story to each one and a meaning that he could ramble on for hours. It was hard to lie that you didn't love his tattoos either, frequently you had found yourself trace the ink with your finger and just mesmerizing the design and details. It especially happened in the morning when you would be tucked to his side, your head pressed against his chest and a palm gently over his heart lock tattoo. When you would finally wake up, that was how you would wake him up just by tracing his tattoos and admiring each one till he eventually work up; tickled from your grazing touch.

When the words left your mouth, you expected an immediate no but in your surprise, he just gave you a spare sharpie marker he had and his hand. He seemed to be too focused in his conversation with Sam and Jake to really care what you were doing to his skin or what you were putting on it. Of course, you weren't an ass. You weren't just gonna draw a penis and call it a day, no you wanted to make something nice on his skin, something he could be proud of and go 'hey my partner did this' so you did.

When he finally looked at your little drawing on the back of his hand, he smiled at it and kissed the side of your head, "you're so talented baby, thank you."

These little drawing sessions had continued, every now and again when he would just be sitting there and not doing anything too important, you would pounce with the sharpie. Or if the drawing had started to fade, he would offer up his hand after a shower and ask you to redraw it, wanting to wear your artwork for a little longer than the universe would allow.

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Sam Golbach

Sam never thought he would ever have a tattoo, it was one of those things he would admire from a far but would never do to his own skin. Months of dating and you had never told Sam about your passion for drawing, it was one of those little things you did when you were bored and you were never bored around Sam. But one night he had been editing while you were sitting on the bed across from Sam's desk, he had been in his editing zone and you found herself finding a pen on the bedside table of his bed. Without paper around, you leaned against the wall against Sam's bed and start to draw on your exposed skin, every now and again looking up to Sam who had his eyes glued to the screen.

You had lost yourself in a zone and soon found your entire forearm covered in your little drawings. When Sam had finished his editing and took off his headphones, he eyed you doodling on your skin and laid down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow and watching you draw.

"Would you do those little drawings on me?" when you had asked Sam to repeat, not quite believing what you had heard, he had repeated with a soft smile, "I just think you're really good and I'd like to have your work on my skin." You watched Sam roll up his sleeve and offer you his arm and a giddy little joy went over you.

You practically bounced on your knees and soon had a matching doodled up arm with your boyfriend. After that day, Sam soon had asked to see all your drawings and you were happy to show him no matter what, especially when soon after the showing of your art, you found Sam asking for your drawings more and more. He loved when people would point it out in parties just so he could get a little bit more to brag about to people about how awesome you are

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bellaxgiornata · 10 months

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All These Years [Part 8: "Planting a Seed of Thought"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

[You can find the full series summary and masterlist of installments for All These Years here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains emotional hurt with no comfort until the final installments, angst, pining, friends to lovers, slowburn, and eventually smut

Word Count: 6.6k

a/n: I basically wrote this long ass monster today and NEEDED to get it up. So I hope it is edited enough and none of the writing is too awkward. Normally I edit vastly more before I share but I was too excited. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Making your way down the dimly lit hallway, your eyes were focused on the door at the far end. 'Nelson & Murdock' was no longer a paper sign taped to the door with their name written in Sharpie, but a proper, professional sign adhered to the glass of it.

After a lot of hard work and frustration over the past few months, Foggy and Matt’s law firm had really managed to take off. It had all been thanks to the pair of them–along with Karen and apparently the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen–taking down Wilson Fisk. You'd watched for months on the sidelines as they struggled and many times almost lost hope that they'd ever succeed with getting Fisk arrested. You'd even endured the time fairly recently where the firm, and Matt and Foggy’s friendship, had briefly broken up.

Those few weeks had been a very difficult few weeks for all of you. Even Karen had gradually grown closer to you during that time. And both Foggy and Matt had fallen back on you for support when they didn't have each other. You'd done your best to split your free time between the pair of them, but you'd never gotten a straight answer as to what had happened. All you knew was that it must have been bad if Foggy had been willing to end the friendship you'd watch grow over the years. And all Matt would ever tell you was that it was his fault, whatever it was, and to not be mad at Foggy.

The whole thing had seemed strange to you, especially because Matt had just been in a car accident when everything had happened. Your heart had broken when he’d stopped by to see you shortly after; you hadn’t heard the news ahead of time and it was a shock to see him limp into your apartment. Though something had seemed off about his flippant explanation of what happened, especially considering he’d been sporting bruises and cuts more and more frequently this past year. He’d told you they were because he was blind and clumsy and had gotten into a lot of accidents, but you had a feeling that was bullshit even if you never pushed for answers. Because he’d certainly not had that many accidents at Columbia.

Yet again it hurt you that it felt like Matt was hiding something from you, something you were sure he’d have told you about back when you’d both been in college. You felt like he was drifting even further away from you. And that hurt.

As you came to a stop in front of the office, you knocked twice lightly on the glass of the door. Karen’s voice called out from behind it instantly, telling you to come in. You opened the door and stepped inside, immediately greeted with Karen’s bright smile from her place behind her desk.

“Hey! Was wondering when you were going to show up,” Karen greeted you as she set aside a folder on her desk.

“I had to finish a few things up at the office before I could actually get out of there,” you told her, making your way over and sitting down in one of the empty chairs in front of her desk. “My boss loves to chat so I was sort of stuck listening to him ramble on about this problem he’d encountered coding–but I won’t bore you with the details. Needless to say, it took me a moment before I could find a way to slip out of the conversation.”

“Well we’re glad you’re here!”

You turned at the voice, spotting Foggy making his way out of his office. He was fiddling with his tie as he came over towards the pair of you, a smile on his face.

“And I hope you’re prepared to fight with Matt about places for takeout,” Foggy added.

You laughed, adjusting your purse in your lap. “Fog, I’ve known you guys for a while. I already know how picky Matt is about exactly where we get food from.”

“Well he’s grown pickier since Columbia,” Foggy informed you.

"I'm not picky," Matt countered, appearing in the doorway of his office with a frown. "I just know what I like."

Your head turned in the opposite direction, taking in the sight of Matt leaning against the doorframe of his office. He was in a pair of dark dress slacks, his hands on his hips as he focused on Foggy. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up to just below his elbows, his thick and muscular forearms on display. He’d gotten new glasses recently you noticed–these ones had red lenses.

"Yeah, that's called picky," Foggy quipped.

The three of you laughed as a frown crossed Matt’s lips, an irritated huff escaping him. He was clearly not amused.

"Well I for one am curious to see that billboard at your apartment Foggy told me about," you said, trying to change the subject for him. "I still haven't seen your place and you’ve been there for a bit now."

"Oh, it's obnoxious alright," Karen assured you. When she saw the confused look you gave her she added on, "The billboard, not the apartment."

Something stirred in your chest at her words, a twisting, uncomfortable feeling. Matt was a private person and you knew he didn't let people into his space easily. He’d always been like that. You'd known Foggy had been to his apartment often after Matt had moved out–it was a given considering how close they were–but you hadn't known Karen had been there. Especially when you never had been invited in the almost year since he'd been living there.

"You've been to Matt's?" Foggy asked, rounding on Karen in surprise.

"Well, yeah," she answered. "Back when you guys took my case? The night the man in the mask saved me?"

You saw Foggy shoot Matt a quick look and you frowned, wondering what that had been about. But then Karen continued on and you weren't expecting what she said next.

"And we uh, did date,” Karen admitted, a blush rising to her cheeks. “Briefly.”

Foggy gasped beside you as your hands tightened on the straps of your purse. Your mouth felt like it had gone dry as you stiffened in the chair. Matt had dated Karen?

“When the hell did that happen?” Foggy exclaimed, his eyes darting back and forth between the pair of them. “How did I not even catch that?”

“It was a little bit ago,” Karen answered.

“For a couple weeks,” Matt added.

Fingernails digging into the faux leather of your purse, you fought the burn of tears in your eyes. He’d dated her? She’d been his friend–and his employee–yet he’d still asked her out? Slept with her? But yet you remained nothing but his friend, one that was steadily drifting away from him?

Would he really give everyone but you a second look?

“Realized we were just better as friends,” Karen said with a shrug.

Her attention landed on you over her desk and you saw the way her blue eyes narrowed curiously at your expression. Her sharp eyes lingered as if she had noticed the change in the way you were acting now since you’d come in. Swallowing hard, you forced a smile back onto your face before you rose from your seat. It was going to be difficult walking back to your place with Karen after this; you found yourself wishing you hadn’t planned that with her this morning. After learning that all you wanted to do was go home and stay there. Maybe cry alone on your couch. You didn’t want to make conversation with Karen right now, and you certainly didn’t want to go to Matt’s and have dinner with everyone.

What you wanted was to rip your heart out and stop feeling what you felt for Matt once and for all.

“I should probably get back to my place and change if I’m going to be on time later,” you said, voice quivering a bit.

Karen slowly pushed her chair back, rising to her feet and smoothing down her dress. Why did she have to be so beautiful? That only made everything hurt even more right now.

“I’ll come with, like we talked about earlier,” Karen announced.

“Great,” you said stiffly.

You made your way around the chair, your eyes avoiding Matt and Foggy. You knew Foggy was just standing there giving you his usual sympathetic look after the news Karen had just dropped. You really didn’t need to see that look on his face right now.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you said, eyes focusing on your feet.

You heard Karen’s heels clicking along after you on the floor, both of you making your way towards the exit as Karen said her goodbyes. But the pair of you stopped when Matt spoke up, saying your name. You froze at his voice, your head swiveling nervously towards him. He was still leaning against the doorframe to his office, his brows furrowed behind his dark glasses. His arms were crossed over his chest now as he focused on you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Swallowing hard, you wondered how the hell he’d even noticed something was off. It’s not like he could see the look on your face like Karen had. Once again you forced the strained smile back onto your lips as you looked back at him, hoping the smile would somehow show through in your voice.

“Yeah, I just had a rough day at work,” you lied.

Matt’s head tilted to the side at your words, his lips drawing into a thin line. Somehow his brows had dropped even lower behind his glasses, a deep crease forming on his forehead.

“I’ll see you later though, Matty,” you said in a rush.

Picking up your pace, you ducked your head and darted out of the office. Karen sped up behind you in a hurry to catch up.

The walk back to your place with Karen had been interesting to say the least. You’d practically power-walked the entire way back while she struggled to keep up with you. Every time she asked if you were okay, you only increased your pace. You didn’t want to talk about this with her because you swore she’d seen the look on your face back at the office and had already pieced things together. But when you’d finally gotten to your apartment and she’d followed you inside, you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid her prying questions.

“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Karen asked as she closed the door behind herself.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you slipped your dress flats off and set them on your shoe rack. You turned, making your way towards your bedroom as Karen followed after you.

“I just was in a hurry to get back and get changed,” you told her. “Didn’t want to get slowed by the usual evening foot traffic.”

You made your way over to your dresser, pulling a drawer open and grabbing out a pair of jeans. Karen stepped into your bedroom, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting you a pointed stare.

“Okay, let’s say I believe that bullshit,” Karen replied bluntly. “What was with that look back at the office?”

“What look?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

You tossed your jeans onto your bed and then made your way towards your closet, sliding the door open. Biting your bottom lip, you tried to focus on finding a shirt as Karen stepped further into your bedroom.

“The look back at the office,” she clarified. “When I’d said I’d been to Matt’s and that we’d– Oh .”

Breath catching in your throat, you stared even more intensely at your wardrobe hanging in your closet. She’d certainly figured it out now.

“You like Matt, don’t you?” she asked, her tone abruptly softening.

“We–we’ve been friends for a while, so yeah,” you answered, still refusing to look at her. “Obviously I like him.”

“No,” Karen said.

You heard her briskly closing the distance between the pair of you before you felt her hands reaching out, landing on your shoulders and turning you to face her. Chewing your lip even more nervously, you saw the realization in her wide blue eyes. And then seconds later–there it was. That same fucking look Foggy always gave you. It immediately drew tears to your eyes.

“Stop it, Karen,” you warned her.

“How did I not see it before?” she asked. “You like him. As more than a friend.”

“No,” you replied, your voice cracking on the word as you swiftly shook your head. “No, he’s just my best friend.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t know,” she said quickly. “I wouldn’t have–wouldn’t have gone on those dates with him if I’d known you liked him.”

“I–I don’t like him,” you said weakly.

Karen sent you a sad smile, her hands still gripping your shoulders. You felt a tear slip down your cheek and you abruptly wiped it away with the back of your hand.

“Don’t lie to me,” Karen replied. “You care about him a lot, don’t you?”

A loud sniffle fell out of you, your eyes dropping down to your bedroom floor. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tried to control the threat of tears. How many times had you already cried over Matt since you met him now?

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’ve…been in love with him for years.”

Karen gasped audibly at your confession, her hands tightening on your shoulders. You sniffed again, blinking rapidly and trying to force the tears back down.

“And he doesn’t know?” she asked.

You shrugged lamely, still refusing to meet her eyes. “Foggy does, but I don’t know about Matt,” you answered. “I’ve never told him, but I’d flirted with him in the beginning. Or at least, I thought I had. I’m not really good at it,” you admitted. “Not with him, at least. But he’s never taken an interest in me. He goes out on so many dates, I’m sure if he actually liked me he’d have asked me out by now. I just–” you paused, fighting hard to keep your voice even, “–just have never been good enough for a second look from him. He’s always wanted everyone but me. And I’m just–just passed over.”

Karen said your name gently, trying hard to catch your eye. Slowly you looked up, meeting her eyes with your own.

“Maybe he just doesn’t know,” she told you.

Panic flooded you instantly, your eyes going wide at what you thought she was saying.

“I’m not going to tell him I’m in love with him!” you exclaimed. “And neither are you! That would kill our friendship in a second!”

“Well, you don’t exactly know that ,” Karen replied. “But okay, if you won’t just tell him, why not try to flirt instead?”

Mouth dropping open, you stared at Karen in complete shock. She wanted you to flirt with Matt? Not only did that sound ridiculous, you didn’t exactly know how to flirt with him. Because if he’d been unaware of your attempts before, he certainly still would be now.

“I can’t flirt, Karen,” you told her. “Not with him. My brain short-circuits if I try. And if he didn’t catch on before–if that’s even remotely the reason–he’s definitely not going to now.”

“I’ll help you flirt!” she said brightly. “He caught on when I flirted with him.”

Your face instantly fell at her words, your heart dropping to your stomach. You didn’t need a reminder of that right now.

Catching on to what she’d just said, her eyes went wide again as she quickly shook her head. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t mean it like that. But hey, for the record?” she continued in a rush. “Nothing happened between us. I mean, we kissed like twice but that was it. Nothing more than that, okay? We just didn’t work together. We both realized that.”

“Right,” you mumbled awkwardly.

“Look, he viewed me like a friend for a while, too,” Karen told you. “Until I started more openly flirting with him. Try to compliment him. Maybe touch his arm a few times or something–that’ll certainly catch his attention.”

“Or make him think I’m being absolutely weird,” you said. “I don’t compliment Matt unless we’re having heart to hearts. And I definitely don’t just touch his arm.”

“Well there you go!” she chirped. “He’ll pick up on something then tonight.”

“Wait,” you began, panic flooding you yet again. “You want me to flirt with him tonight ? Where you and Foggy can witness my terrible attempts?”

Karen shrugged a shoulder easily. “I don’t think they’ll be terrible attempts, but why wait? Do you want to risk losing your chance?” she countered.

Shoulders dropping, you realized she had a point. Matt often worked fast with finding a new fling or someone to take on a date. And it’s not like you saw him frequently enough to know you’d have another opportunity soon.

“Fine,” you relented with a sigh. “I’ll try to flirt with him tonight.”

“Great!” Karen replied, a wide smile spreading over her lips. “I’m excited to see how it goes!”

“That makes one of us,” you grumbled, focusing back on your closet.

Karen knocked on Matt’s apartment door as you stood next to her, trying hard to focus on your breathing. You felt like you were going to be sick with the way your nerves were fluttering in your stomach. You didn’t even think you’d be able to eat the meal you’d all be ordering tonight with the way it was churning and twisting. The thought of flirting with Matt had you wanting to turn back around and throw up in the elevator as more and more thoughts raced through your mind.

What if he didn’t catch on at all to what you were doing? Which seemed likely because you were terrible at flirting with him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up that he’d flirt back because you didn’t know what to expect–and you didn’t want to be let down.

Or what if he did catch on but you made him uncomfortable because you were supposed to just be his friend? Would it ruin the friendship entirely? And you’d just lose Matt forever? You didn’t even want to think about that.

But just as nerve wracking–what if he flirted back? Did it mean he liked you, too? What the hell happened after that? Did you ask him out?

By the time Matt finally opened his apartment door, you felt like you were inching closer and closer to a panic attack. It didn’t help that he looked handsome in a dark green tee-shirt and jeans. He’d left his glasses off, too, giving you a full view of his entire face. It had been awhile since you’d seen him without them on since he always wore them in public. And you hadn’t exactly been invited into Matt’s private space in such a long time yourself.

It hurt to remember that, too.

“Hey, Matt!” Karen greeted him brightly.

“Glad you made it, Karen,” Matt greeted her with a smile.

Trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, you opened your mouth to speak. “Hey, Matty,” you said, wincing at how odd your voice came out.

You saw Matt’s head tilt to the side, the corner of his lip briefly twitching. But then he greeted you with a smile and your name before inviting you both inside. Karen stepped inside first and you followed after her, but as you slipped past Matt where he was holding the door open, your arm almost brushed against his chest and you’d quickly darted away from him before you accidentally touched him, eyes wide and terrified.

Karen had been at the end of the entryway hall and saw the entire awkward moment. She shot you a stern look as Matt closed the door. You swore she mouthed the words ‘stop freaking out’ before you felt Matt bump into you from behind. Jumping in surprise, you nearly flew out of your skin as you backed into the wall. Matt’s head instantly spun towards you, a curious and confused look on his face.

“I’m sorry, didn’t realize you were standing there,” he said.

“No, it uh, it was my fault,” you said awkwardly. “Shouldn’t uh, shouldn’t just be standing in a hallway.”

Matt continued to stare at you for a long moment, his hazel eyes scanning questioningly around your face. Biting your cheek, you shot him a sheepish smile even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“Are you sure you’re alright today?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?” you asked quickly.

“You seem…off,” he said slowly.

“Nope, no,” you replied quickly, shaking your head as Karen mouthed something to you behind Matt that you didn’t catch. “I’m definitely not off today, I’m certainly on.”

Even you cringed at how stupid you’d just sounded, watching as Karen’s eyes slowly closed. Flirting with Matt was a horrible idea. This wasn’t going to work out. You should probably stop before you even tried and ended up truly embarrassing yourself.

“Okay,” Matt said slowly, that unsure look on his face. “Well, Fog is already here so if you want to come in, we can figure out what to eat so we can place an order.”

Matt continued his way down the hall and you followed behind him, internally cursing yourself for how awkward you were becoming around him. It's like all those years you'd spent with him at Columbia had disappeared and you'd suddenly become a stupid, bumbling school girl with a crush.

The moment you entered the living room, you spotted Foggy sitting on one of the chairs facing the leather couch Matt had opposite his coffee table. Foggy’s gaze immediately locked onto you, his eyes going wide when he did. You watched as he slipped his phone out of his pocket, his fingers flying across it rapidly. Brows drawing together in confusion, your focus shifted to the large industrial windows to your right–and then your jaw dropped.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding about it being obnoxious,” you blurted.

“What?” Matt asked, pausing on his way to the kitchen.

“Sorry–the billboard,” you explained quickly. “The billboard is obnoxious. I wasn’t exactly expecting it to be so…”

“Obnoxious?” Matt supplied, a cheeky grin on his mouth.

You felt yourself flush as your attention shifted to him, cheeks burning partially from embarrassment and partially from how incredibly sexy he looked with that little grin on his mouth. Why couldn't he just become unattractive one of these days to make things easier on you?

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

In your pocket you felt your phone vibrate, the feel of it catching your attention. Frowning, you glanced down and slipped it out.

“You two want a beer?” Matt asked as he opened his fridge.

“Absolutely!” Karen called out from where she’d settled into the chair beside Foggy’s.

“Uh, yeah,” you replied, distracted by the text you’d received.

It was from Foggy, which had further confused you since he was sitting in the room with you. You didn’t understand why he’d texted you until you’d read what was written in the message.

6:37 PM Foggy: Dude, what are you doing???? You’re being so gd AWKWARD.

Biting your lip, you quickly typed up a response to Foggy and sent it.

6:38 PM: Karen knows. She told me I should flirt with him tonight. I’m TERRIFIED.

You shot Foggy a meaningful look as you made your way around the couch, aware that he and Karen had conveniently left you the spot where you’d have to sit beside Matt. And as you took your seat, you saw Matt making his way over with two beers in his hands. He handed one off to Karen when she alerted him to where she was sitting on one of the chairs, and you’d been about to acknowledge him until you saw Foggy reading your text and typing up a response again. It wasn’t until Matt turned towards the couch, saying your name in a form of question as he focused on the space just beside you, that you’d realized you’d forgotten to catch his attention.

“Sorry, I'm zoning out,” you apologized, reaching forward to accept the beer from Matt. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied.

Matt took a seat next to you, sitting closer to you than you’d anticipated, though you figured it was unintentional. It's not like he could see how close he'd sat. Across the coffee table, Karen raised her brows at you before her eyes darted pointedly over at Matt a few times. Ducking your head, you nervously drew the beer to your lips and downed a few sips.

What the hell were you even supposed to say? How were you supposed to flirt with him? Especially with her and Foggy watching you like this so closely. They were only making you even more uncomfortable and awkward. You were so close to just aborting the entire plan.

Your phone vibrated on your lap as it received Foggy’s next text, breaking through your nervous thoughts. Matt cleared his throat beside you on the couch almost immediately afterwards, the noise startling you as he shifted beside you. As he moved, he spread his legs further open and his knee almost bumped into yours. Your eyes were glued to that minute distance between both of your legs, wondering how weird it would be if you just brushed your leg against his.

“So, should we figure out dinner before we lose track of time?” Matt asked.

Drawn out of your thoughts, your attention shifted down to your phone. As the three of them began discussing food options, you opened your text from Foggy.

6:43 PM Foggy: OMG just tell him! Put us both out of our misery already and TELL HIM.

Glancing up from your phone, you caught Foggy’s eye. He sent you a very pointed look and you shook your head quickly. Out of your peripheral, you saw Matt’s head turn just a little in your direction as Karen was listing off options of nearby places that delivered. You panicked at that little movement, feeling almost like Matt knew something was going on.

But that was ridiculous. You were just being paranoid because you were freaking out about the prospect of flirting with him tonight. That was all.

Karen called your name across the room, catching your attention. Eyes darting up, you glanced over at her with brows raised.

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked.

She shot you an apologetic smile before she listed off the names of restaurants again. You were becoming increasingly aware of the way Matt was now focused directly on you as you listened to her. His sightless gaze was sending your heart into overdrive as he seemingly just stared at your chest. What the hell was he doing?

“So what sounds good to you?” Karen asked.

“Oh, uh–”

Movement across from you had you glancing back over at Foggy. For some reason he'd sat forward in his chair, some strange expression crossing his face as he watched Matt closely beside you. He seemed to snap out of it though when he saw you staring.

"Uh, why don't we just–just do one of the pizza places?" you asked Karen distractedly, brows now furrowing at Foggy. "We all like pizza, right?"

"I'm in," Foggy agreed quickly, nodding his head at Karen.

"I'm good with pizza," Karen said slowly, shooting Foggy a strange look before she focused on Matt. "What about you, Matt?"

You turned, looking at Matt where he sat beside you. His focus was still on your chest, his expression one of intense concentration. Nervous, you felt your palms beginning to sweat, your heart racing as that ever so familiar fight or flight sensation slowly began to kick in. If he didn’t stop doing that soon, you were probably going to bolt out of his apartment and run home. You were already terrified at the prospect of trying to find a way to work in touching his damn arm , you didn’t need him staring at you like that, too.

“Matt?” Karen asked again.

Matt startled on the couch, his head whipping in the direction of Karen’s voice.

“Hmm?” he asked her.

“Are you good with pizza?” she repeated.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he answered. “Wherever is fine.”

Lips parting in surprise, you and Foggy instantly met each other’s eyes, the pair of you sharing a look. That was odd for Matt. He would have usually had more to say about food–what pizza place to pick depending on the day of the week, for starters. Which never made any goddamn sense to you or Foggy, but Matt was generally always adamant. His disinterest was…strange.

Karen abruptly rose out of the chair, her focus on her phone. “I’m going to step into the kitchen and order the pizza then,” she announced. “Foggy? You think you could help? I always have trouble with this app.”

Foggy’s head snapped over to Karen, a look of confusion on his face. He opened his mouth to question her, but Karen glanced up from her phone and shot him a purposeful look.

“Right, yeah, I can help,” Foggy said, rising swiftly from his chair. “They uh, they updated their app it’s–it’s a pain even for me to navigate now.”

He laughed, the sound awkward as he followed behind Karen over to the kitchen. That’s when it hit you that they’d intentionally left you alone on the couch. With Matt. Your focus instantly dropped down to your beer, your fingers nervously drumming along the bottle. Now was a good time to try flirting since you didn’t have an audience, but you felt like you’d suddenly lost your grasp on the English language.

“How’s work been?” Matt asked, turning a bit towards you on the couch.

“It’s been alright,” you answered a little shyly. “Busy. Stressful. How’s the law firm doing?”

“Good,” he replied. “Also busy and stressful.”

You looked up at him from beneath your lashes. He was smiling at you and you felt your heart nearly skip a beat at the sight. His head tilted to the side just a bit, the corners of his eyes twitching ever so faintly.

“How’ve you been doing?” he asked slowly.

Licking your lips nervously, you tried to think of how to turn this into something flirtatious before Karen and Foggy inevitably meandered back to the living room. “I’ve been good, but I–I do miss seeing you and Fog.”

Before you could overthink the gesture and convince yourself not to do it, your right hand darted out and landed on Matt’s shoulder. You felt him instantly tense under the contact and you didn’t know what to make of that. Had you startled him? Did he not like this? Had he realized you were making some sort of move on him and you’d made him uncomfortable?

“I miss spending time with you, too,” he admitted.

He was still tense beneath your touch and your mind was racing. Did you leave your hand there? Touch him somewhere else? Uproot and move to Mars?

Why was this so goddamn hard ?

Glancing over to the kitchen, you saw Karen and Foggy staring at you over Karen’s phone. Both of them had wide eyes as they gawked at the pair of you. Karen’s eyes aggressively gestured to Matt. You could practically hear her in your head telling you to compliment him.

“So how have–have you been?” you asked, your hand still resting on his shoulder. “Seems like you’ve been going to the gym more since Columbia.”

As the words left your mouth, you felt like your soul also left your body. Had you just complimented him on his muscles like that ? That was so incredibly not smooth. That was the furthest thing from a good compliment that you probably could have given him. You wished you could punch yourself in the face when you heard Matt’s amused chuckle in response. Internally you were screaming as your hand immediately recoiled from his shoulder.

“I suppose you could say that,” he answered. “Work has certainly been stressful and I’ve often needed an…outlet.”

“Right, yeah,” you said, shifting on the couch and intentionally sliding a bit away from Matt. “That makes sense.”

His head further canted to the side, the smile on his lips gradually falling away as he focused on you. You drew the beer to your lips, drinking more of it down as you glanced over the back of the couch. Foggy and Karen were staring at you like they’d just witnessed a horrific car accident. You sent them a look that was a clear cry for help as you lowered the beer from your lips. Thankfully they headed back out of the kitchen, saving you from further embarrassing yourself.

“Well the pizza should be about forty-five minutes,” Karen announced as she settled back in the seat.

“Great,” you replied.

The sooner you ate, the sooner you could leave. You did not think you could do this flirting thing much more tonight.

Karen and Foggy had opted to leave when you had announced your departure from Matt’s shortly after finishing dinner. The two of them were clearly desperate to walk part of the way home with you so they could bug you about how the night had gone, which was why you’d been surprised when Foggy had almost immediately locked Karen into a conversation about work as soon as you’d all left Matt’s place. He’d enthusiastically kept up the conversation for a couple of blocks before it had suddenly fizzled out. That’s when the pair of them broke you from your moping thoughts and focused on you.

“What even was that back there?” Foggy asked. “I’ve seen you be vastly more charming than that.”

“Yeah,” you shot back, “with guys that aren’t Matt I can be.”

“And what was that compliment?” Foggy continued. “Were you going to ask him how to get a discounted gym membership next?”

Your cheeks heated at his comment as you threw your hands over your face and groaned. “It was awful, I know!” you whined.

“All you had to do was say ‘Hey Matt, you’re looking real good lately’,” Foggy told you. “Literally, that’s it!”

“Fog, stop, you’re not helping,” Karen chastised.

Foggy rounded on Karen next. “Do you know how long I’ve watched her pine after Matt?” he asked her. “And now tonight she finally decides to try to flirt with him? I thought this was it! This was the night my two best friends got together and the pining would be over!”

Hands dropping to your sides, you focused on your feet as you continued to trudge along beside them. “Sorry to disappoint,” you told him. “But I think it’s safe to say Matt is not interested.”

“Why do you say that?” Karen asked curiously.

Your attention shifted to Karen next to you, your eyes meeting hers. “Because that back there?” you said flatly, gesturing a thumb over your shoulder. “That’s not how I usually act around Matt. That was more flirty than I’d even been when I’d first met him–which yes, is sad because that was an awful excuse for flirting back there. But if he didn’t respond to any of that tonight, then clearly he’s not interested.”

“She has a point,” Foggy said with a sigh on the other side of Karen. “She’s never been like that with him before. Not that I’ve seen at least. If Matt was picking up something from her and felt the same, he certainly wasn’t doing a good job reciprocating.” He leaned around Karen, shooting you that goddamn sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re right.”

“Not like I didn’t already know he only liked me as a friend,” you replied, tears stinging at your eyes. “I’ll just forever be the one woman in New York City Matt won’t date. Or even try to hook up with.” You felt a few warm tears slide down your cheeks, biting your tongue to fight back the sob threatening to fall out of you. “I’m just–just so tired of feeling like this,” you whispered. “Of crying over him. It’s been years of this. And I can’t–can’t make it stop.”

“Maybe…cut him out of your life?” Karen hesitantly suggested.

Your eyes widened as your gaze flew to hers beside you. “Just–just stop being his friend?” you asked in disbelief.

She shrugged a shoulder. “I mean, if it’s hurting you this much for that long, and it’s not going anywhere with him and you’re not getting over him with anyone else…maybe it’s something to consider?” she said gently.

“I don’t think I could ever stop being his friend,” you admitted, shaking your head. “Not while I’m in New York.”

“You know,” Karen continued, that hesitant tone back, “I really don’t want to suggest this, but if that’s the case…have you ever thought about leaving?”

Your feet faltered on the sidewalk, Foggy and Karen coming to a stop with you. Foggy was shaking his head at Karen vehemently, wagging a finger at her.

“No, you’re not suggesting she leaves Hell’s Kitchen,” Foggy told her. “She’s one of my best friends.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Karen agreed, tucking some blonde hair behind her ear as she focused on him. “I’d rather she never leave either. But I mean…do you like knowing that she’s hurting this much? For all of this time?” Karen’s blue eyes shifted back to you. “Are you even happy?” she asked.

You opened your mouth, about to answer, but the words wouldn’t come out. Because the answer was no, you weren’t. Not really. Sure, you liked your job. You had friends you enjoyed spending time with. And you really loved New York City–even Hell’s Kitchen had really come to grow on you since graduation.

But deep down you wanted Matt. It was a constant, neverending ache right in the center of your chest. All of the dates you’d ever gone on since meeting him had eventually failed before they could become anything more because no one else was Matt. They couldn’t compare. You couldn’t get him out of your head long enough to really see someone else. Even with Liam, one of the only relationships you’d had in years, you had been constantly comparing him to Matt. But you’d tried really hard to be happy with him, and yet ultimately that relationship had ended in disaster.

“I’m just saying,” Karen said softly, her eyes on you, “it’s an idea. If you’re really not happy, if it’s that difficult for you to move on past Matt, you could always leave New York. It’s not like you couldn’t come visit us, too. But I can see it on your face.” Her hand reached out, landing on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re hurting. And you really shouldn’t have to live like that.”

Wiping the back of your hands across your cheeks, you tried to wipe away your tears. With a sniffle you continued on again, both Karen and Foggy falling back in step with you on the sidewalk.

“It’s a thought, I suppose,” you muttered. “But I don’t really want to leave New York.”

“And you don’t have to,” Foggy assured you.

The chilly evening air bit at the tear tracks on your cheeks as the three of you neared the end of the block. It was the point in which you’d all soon part ways to head back to your own apartments. Beside you, Karen let out a deep sigh.

“It was merely a suggestion,” she stated. “That’s all.”

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Sam Carpenter x fem!Reader -

Coffee pt.1

Word Count: 1135

Summary: While at work, one of Y/n's regular customers, Tara, brings someone new to the cafe.

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Pt.2

Raindrops scattered down the big glass window of the cafe, the sky dark and gloomy with thundering clouds. The air smelt of fresh ground coffee and the small scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the back. Soft and quiet music played through the speakers as I leaned my arms on the frigid metal counter in front of me. My face resting in the palm of my hand as I looked around the emptying dining area. Chairs and booths void of customers, leaving my mind bored with the dull atmosphere. I sigh as I mentally pray for my shift to end faster, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep, between finals, work, and studying, I was beyond exhausted.

The ting of the bell above the front door goes off, jolting my eyes from their heaviness. I glance over to the door to see Tara enter the cafe, a usual patron of the cafe and someone I often saw around my college campus. She lifted the hood of her sweater off, her dark brown hair tied in two messy braids. As she walked over to the counter, her lips were perched in a smile that made her dimples apparent. Her once light gray hoodie now a darker shade with the absorbed rain.

“Hey, your usual Tara?” I ask with a polite smile as I go to reach for a cup to write her name on.

“Yup, but I’m gonna also need a medium cold brew, I’m meeting someone here today.” Tara nods, reaching in her pocket for her wallet.

“Absolutely,” I nod, turning the tablet keypad towards her so she could swipe her card.

Once the receipt prints out, I slide it over the counter to her before making my way to the cups. Tara walks over to her usual booth in the corner where she would sit and study most weekday afternoons. I write her name on the papercup with sharpie before doing the same with the other. I make Tara’s frappucino first, adding extra whipcream and caramel, something I had done for her often. I move on to make the cold brew, adding the top with cold foam.

By the time I’m done, I notice Tara is no longer sitting alone in her usual booth. Across from her sat a woman with long black hair and dark brown eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as Tara rambled to her about something. I walk over to the table, holding a drink in each hand. As I get closer, I feel my heart start to race and butterflies fill my stomach. I place the cups gently on the table between them with a polite smile.

“Oh, thank you, Y/n,” Tara smiles joyfully as she picks up her straw and peels the wrapper off before taking a big sip of her drink.

“Of course,” I smile and nod. As I turn to walk back behind the counter, my eyes meet the mystery woman’s for a brief second, not expecting the icy glare that I got in return. I quickly walk back behind the counter, grabbing a rag and cleaning up to avoid the feeling of impending doom that came from the glare the woman gave me. A shiver ran up my spine as my hand grabbed the neck of the spray bottle, hoping she was focused on Tara by now.

As I wipe off the counter, I subtly glance back up at the woman, unable to help myself. The woman took a sip of her coffee, my eyes drinking up the sight of the prominent veins in her hand holding the papercup. My eyes drift along the sleeves of her black bomberr jacket, up to her defined jawline-

My eyes widen as our eyes meet once again, she squinted slightly in an intimidating manner. But what I didn’t miss was the small smirk that teased at the corner of her lips for a second before disappearing. I blush as I turn around to walk into the back office where my coworker had been on his break. My eyes wide and panic on my face as I wordlessly sit next to him at the small table where he was eating his lunch.

“Joey…” I say.

“Y/n,” Joey mumbles through a bite of his sandwich, taking out his earbud before looking up at me.

“Hear me out. If you let me take my break right now, I will totally pick up one of your shifts,” I offer, my eyes meeting his bright blue ones.

“Okay, why would you want that? I have like ten minutes till my break ends, take one then,” Joey asks, looking at me bewildered before he wipes his mouth and hands with a napkin before crumpling it and trying to throw it into the trashcan. Totally missing the shot by a few feet.

“I accidentally made eye contact with a woman out there, more than an appropriate amount,” I sigh, covering my face with my hands as I lean back in the chair.

“What do you think is an inappropriate amount of eye contact?” He laughs, leaning his elbow on the table and pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“We didn’t say anything to each other, it was one of those got caught staring moments.” I admit as I blush red in embarrassment.

“Oh so you find her pretty,” Joey teases playfully, reaching over and nudging my arm with his.

“She totally gave me the stank eye.” I switch the topic as I hold my hand across my forehead.

“Well, I will not be leaving my sandwich anytime soon, so you can go enjoy Ms. stank eye,” Joey chuckles as he puts his earbud back in, mere seconds away from decimating the sandwich before him.

I sigh dramatically as I get back up from the chair to go back behind the counter. As I walk out of the office, I notice that Tara and the mystery woman are already gone. I couldn’t tell if I felt more relieved I wouldn’t be glared at, or more sad that I couldn’t continue to gawk. I sigh as I rest my face in the palm of my hand again, realizing I’d have to continue the boring passtime of waiting for customers, restocking and cleaning.

As I reach for a rag and cleaner to go wipe off tables and booths, I couldn’t help but let my mind drift back to that woman, the small smirk of hers etched into my mind, I unconsciously bite my bottom lip as I thought about her dark brown eyes that glared into my soul. Despite being terrifying, I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her mezmerizing eyes felt on me, and I could only hope that Tara would be bringing her back here in the near future.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x female reader #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you

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rauberrauber · 1 year

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line up baby

wanted to make a sort of ref for everyone so i can keep track of everyone's designs, heights, etc

side hcs below cuz i wanna ramble lol

fyi any links are just for pictures to help visualize what im trying to say

also add to these with ur own i love reading hcs :]

general:

the sides work with a kind of cartoon logic (kinda like who framed Roger rabbit) which is what their shape shifting and such is, they can survive pretty much everything, dont bend to reality type thing

i also dig playing around with the idea that they just arent human, they dont need to eat, sleep, even breathe or blink if they dont wanna. They just play more human around thomas so they dont freak him out (everyone but remus at least, dude doesnt give a fuck lol) they all have their priorities regarding that kinda stuff. like logan doesnt eat or sleep almost at all (there r exceptions tho obvi (crofters)) while patton rly likes to cook and bake so why not eat the stuff you make? meanwhile remus eats literally anything he can find

they can also float if they wanna, same thing where they just dont around thomas. this came about me just imagining remus consistently floating around in the mindscape instead of walking for whatever reason? so yeah they can do that

theres a core mindscape and a ‘dark’ mindscape, that sorta works like the upside down from stranger things (as in the dark mindscape is like literally upside down and mirrors everything, like this)

everyones also got their own unique doors to their rooms. logans is very sleek and modern, pattons in more childlike and almost vintage, romans resemble castle doors while remus’ is more like a dungeons, virgils is typically angsty teenager with tons of posters and ‘keep out’ signs, and janus has tons of locks on his

design wise the core sides have straight teeth and fluffier hair while the dark sides have sharp teeth and rougher(?) hair (since changing, virgil has vampire-esque fangs)

logan:

square rimmed glasses

loves the rain

unintentionally fidgets with his clothes, always adjusting his glasses or rolling his sleeves up and down or messing with the buttons or his tie

playing more into the whole ‘sides dont have to eat thing’ he finds food kinda nasty lol, again only rly eats stuff thats very good to him (ultimate picky eater basically) patton has tried and failed many times to get logan to try and like new foods

roman was the one who got him to try crofters

watches those long ass video essays about random topics on youtube for background noise

patton:

round glasses and heart eyes

has roller blades/skates! specifically these ones that retract the wheels. good way of getting energy out (even if hes super clumsy with them)

tallest + dad bod

tons of bandages, kinda playing around with the phrase ‘broken heart’

him and janus play video games together (both of them are terrible lol)

definitely listens to dad rock/dad music

roman:

starry eyes!

crown can float on its own (same w/ remus’)

has one of these couches in his room to dramatically faint onto

him and remus dont share a room, but they have a sort of portal to each others rooms if that makes sense. a big mirror but instead of reflecting, its showing into the other room and only the twins can go thru

wants to be his own side after the split

roman and remus pierced each others ears when they were younger

virgil:

decently tall but slouches a lot which hides it (slouching hes shorter than the twins but still taller than janus) also rarely stands or sits straight at all so it kinda shocked the core sides when he showed them how tall he rly was (queue roman being mad cuz hes actually the shortest of the main four lol)

has stereotypical emo hair and still has some purple dye in it

hot topic skeleton fingerless gloves and muddy sneakers (idk why it just feels right)

tons of random bruises

draws his nails black with sharpie

listens to metal music to calm down. remus got him into a lot of numetal, screamo kinda music when virgil was still one of the others, it was one of the few times theyd hang out and virgil wasnt 100% freaked out by remus

definitely experimented with scene fashion when thomas was a teenager

drinks tons of energy drinks

janus:

shortest ha

yellow eyes

bow wrapped on his hat

long flowy cape and heeled shoes with spats (thats what theyre called right?)

uses the staff from pof as a walking cane

speaks fluent pig latin, remus and logan are the only ones who can somewhat understand what he says (remus cuz hes been around janus so long, and logan wanting to research and understand whatever the hell janus is saying) it also has always drove virgil up the wall cuz hes never been able to get it, janus will start speaking it just to annoy him

only rly relaxes when by himself, always kinda putting on a mask with the others and thomas, regardless of how trustworthy he considers them

constantly coming up with proper plans and schemes, typically wouldnt let remus near them with a 10 foot pole (affectionately)

knows how to lockpick

scared of the ocean

remus:

broken crown

eyes can go all crazy, pupils can be different sizes and such (there was a cartoon that did this where the eyes would go red and have a ton of rings around the pupils like spirals kinda? i cant find a pic of what im rly visualizing rip i hope that makes sense)

ton of rings (one of em is an eyeball ring)

is like half an inch taller than roman and will never let him live it down

enjoys all the ‘bad’ disney/pixar movies. (cars, home on the range, etc) and like unironically enjoys them. prolly started ironically to mess with roman but he genuinely find those ones the best and cant fathom why theyre disliked (totally not self-indulgent cuz some of those movies are my favorites)

comes up with random weird plans and ropes janus into them whenever possible, janus plays along best he can

somewhat wants to fuse back with roman (even if hes unsure why)

remus and virge used to make fun of roman together all the time

remus is the one who gave virge his septum and gages

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frankenfawn · 6 months

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hi!!! i need to post my customs here more so here is one of my mh ocs, Holly Ween (credit to my sister for the name) !!!!!

more info/ rambling under the cut :)

-her sweater is made out of a sock and the sleeves are so long because i was following a barbie tutorial ^^''

-her skirt is made out of a halloween ribbon i got at michaels and some trim from a halloween glove i had.

-her head is a little foam pumpkin that i cut a hole into and put on a shortened neck peg on a toralai stripe body ! and i drew her face on with sharpie.

-her hat i made with felt, hot glue and a white ribbon.

-her shoes are from the monster high deluxe inner monster, her one legging is from a pair of scaris rochelle tights and the mummy wrap is just white ribbon again.

-and finally her bag i made with just printer paper using this tutorial :)

#monster high #monster high oc #mh #mh oc #doll custom #dollblr #halloween #halloween oc #holly ween #my ocs #my art #image id in alt text

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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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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