#oliverotto

Oliver turns around to face his mother, not removing his arms from his girlfriend. "W-what did I do this time?"

"Plead the fifth." Y/n whispered in his ear.

"I was… Doing your laundry." His mom began, obviously lying and had actually been snooping. "And I found this. Care to explain yourself!" She held up the sealed red foil square of an unopened condom.

Oliver's entire face flushed red out of embarrassment, and Y/n was unable to keep from bursting out into a little giggle as his mom held it up. He knew he had no excuse for it so instead changed lanes. "M-mom! You were looking through my stuff?!" he took the condom and placed it back inside the pocket of his pants.

"Not the point! My point is, what is it doing in your room?" she said, fully dropping the laundry lie.

Y/n bit her lip to keep from snickering.

"Well… um.. it's a condom." Oliver said bluntly,

“I know what it is, Oliver,” She snapped. "And what is it doing in your room?!"

He sighed. "It's just uh… in case?" He said, his cheeks turning even redder.

"How could you? Oliver, you were supposed to come to me when you were considering becoming sexually active so your father could discuss it with you. How long has this been going on!"

Oliver groaned, covering his face slightly. "That is so embarrassing, Mom. I'm not going to talk to Dad about my sex life."

"Why not? If you want to be treated like an adult, you need to be comfortable with adult conversations. Besides, we don't want you to be sexually active! Not in our house!"

"Mom… I don't actually need to get your approval for this stuff. I'm an adult."

"While you live in my house, it's my rules. I have lived these years unable to enjoy a sex life, You kids sure as hell don't get one till you move out."

Oliver rolled his eyes at that. He turned to Y/n and shook his head, almost as if he were saying, 'can you believe this?'

To which, of course, she giggled,

"You chose not to have a love life, that's on you. You can't force the same on me."

Y/n smiled, laying her head on his shoulder.

Oliver smiled at her and looked back to his mother. He gently wrapped his arms around Y/ns waist. "And I'm a responsible kid. I use protection. I don't see what the issue is."

"Have you actually done it?" His mom asked bluntly.

"You really want the honest answer to that?"

"Tell me." She asked, crossing her arms.

Y/n blushe,d burrowing close to Oliver's arm.

Oliver sighed in annoyance, "We've done… stuff." He said, not wanting to go into too much detail.

"But have you done it? It. The actual thing."

Oliver closed his eyes, and he nodded.

"Greg!" She yelled, summoning Oliver's father,

"Your son, has been sexually active and has fully done… It. With his girlfriend."

"You -what! Oliver!" His dad yelled,

Oliver cringed. "Dad, listen. not a little kid. I'm an adult, and I shouldn't be under arrest for having a sex life."

He said, sounding more angry and frustrated now than when this had first begun. “Do you have full consent?”

“Co- I- Yes! Of course I do!”

“And your checking consistently.”

“Yes!”

"Are you using protection?"

Oliver let out yet another groan. "Yes, of course I am."

"… Then why are we angry?" Greg asked Katie,

"Because they shouldn't be doing it in our house!" she yelled,

"… Would you prefer them doing it in our car …because his sheets are far easier to clean than the backseat."

"Seriously, mom? Would you rather I be sneaking around? Cause that's the alternative here."

"Fine. You're grounded for a week. No house sex. You wash your own sheets from now on. And empty your own trash can," his mother snapped, "and no dinner for you." She told Greg before she marched off,

Oliver slumped against the couch, letting his head drop back in defeat.

"Could have been worse." Y/n smiled,

Oliver laughed with a little grin. He pulled her close to him, so her head was resting on his chest. "Yeah… it could have been,” He agreed, stroking her hair gently. “At least they didn’t take the most important thing away.”

“Your Xbox?” she asked,

He smirked and looked up at Y/n, his eyes taking in the outfit, making him bite his lip a little.

She came over offering him the drink with her usual sweet, innocent smile,

He took the drink, having a sip before setting it on his table. His hands went straight for her waist, pulling her close to take the glass. "Mmmm, there's my Honey," he mumbled,

Y/n giggled, but didn't speak not wanting to disturb his call

Oliver leaned in, his lips attaching to her stomach, kissing and nibbling at her skin as he moved the phone far enough not to be heard, but close enough that he could still hear. Before his lips continued their assault on her midsection.

Y/n bit back her giggles, her hands playing with Oliver's hair as the accountant rambled on about income.

Oliver's hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her even closer, his tongue now running along her hip just below the hem of her bikini bottoms. "Mmph.." He groaned, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin,

Y/n playfully squirmed, giggling a little almost squealing, as she felt Oliver undoing the ties on her hips that held up her bikini.

He tugged her bikini bottoms down, tossing them on his table as his face pushed between her legs, his hands pressing her thighs apart so he could get better access. "God, you taste so good." He moaned against her as his tongue slid from her slit up to her clit.

Y/n moaned quietly trying not to be loud and disturb the call, a little red in the cheeks but not embarrassed. But she'd been with Oliver long enough and he'd done far far worse to her then eating her out on their back patio. So she couldn't be shy.

His hands now grabbed harshly at her thighs, pressing his face even deeper. "Mmm… You taste so sweet, Honey." He growled, his nose brushing against her slit as his tongue flicked and circled her clit, pressing into her again and again. He pulled his face back for a moment, spreading her lips apart to take another look at her. "You're so pretty down here."

Y/n moaned gently unable to stop bucking her hips wanting to ride his face so badly.

"God, you're so wet." He growled, his face burying back between her legs, his hands coming up to hold her in place as his tongue started to move wildly. "Can't get enough of you." he moaned, pulling back for just slightly, taking her clit in his mouth, sucking at it hungrily as his hands slid back to her ass.

Y/n whimpers in desperation, her eyes falling back,

That was enough for Oliver to lie her down on one of the loungers, kneeling on the patio himself as he put her thighs on his shoulders, lifting her hips high. “I’ll call you back, Steven, something important came up,” he smirked down the phone, hanging up before the accountant could protest, and the second the phone call ended, Oliver began devouring her like she was his last meal on this earth.

Y/n immediately screamed out in lustfully pleasure leaning her head back, not caring about their stuffy Newport neighbours hearing her.

"That's it." He groaned, his hands squeezing her thighs, pulling her in even as he pressed his face more as his tongue explored every corner of her. His own hips starting to buck against the floor as his attention was focused one her. "Mmm… My pretty girl."

Y/n began to squirm, and squirt close to her orgasm, arching her back off the lounger.

Oliver moaned against her clit as her juices ran down his face and over his tongue. His hands squeezing harshly at her thighs to hold her in place. "I want to feel you on my face. Cum for me, honey." he groaned he tongue circling her clit hungrily, one of his hands slid under her to finger her, his middle and ring finger moving inside her cunt.

Y/n screamed out her eyes watering as she squrited so hard it came out like a litteral stream of liquid, her body shaking as she came against his face.

Oliver moaned his face pressing more roughly against her, his mouth sucking her greedily. "That's it, honey. Give it all to me. Give me all your sweet honey." He moaned, his hands squeezing her thighs as he lapped at her clit and fingers thrusted fast and hard to make sure she felt every second of her orgasm.

Once her orgasm was over, Y/n collapsed against the sun lounger, bottomless and broken, gasping hard and fast."Thank you." She cooed, as Oliver had all but trained her to.

Oliver moaned as he pulled away, his face drenched with her. He grinned down at her, sliding his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. "You're welcome, honey." He said with a smirk. His hands sliding up her inner thighs, pressing them open wider for him. "You've been such a good girl for me."

Y/n gasped and slightly whimpered at being so exposed, knowing any neighbours or boats on the water could see her like this, with her legs so wide apart she couldn't hide anything, her juices dripping down and out of her.

"God, you're so pretty." He groaned, "I could look at you like this all day, honey."

"you already do." She cooed a little smirk on her lips.

Oliver chuckled, his mind immediately going to the very beautiful and tasteful nude picture of Y/n on his desk at work. The way most men have pictures of heir wife and kids. He also had a very large painting hung above his home office desk, artistically depicting her pussy and thighs. But… Of course done in a way that any visitors just assume it was abstract modern art. "Can you blame me?" He smirked, "You're the most beautiful thing I've seen." He leaned forward pushing down his shorts to expose his hard cock, pressing the tip up against her cunt. "You know I love you, right?"

Y/n gasped excitedly, "mhm… I know, I love you too Oliver."

"Good." Oliver moaned, keeping his eyes on her as he started to push into her slowly, filling her up. "You feel so good."

Y/n moaned loudly her eyes rolling back, "Yes .. yes…yes!" She squealed. "Oliver…" She wrapped her legs around his waist,

Oliver groaned, his hands sliding under her ass, gripping her ass with both hands. He pulled out slightly and slammed back in, starting a ruthless pace as he looked down at his girl. "My beautiful girl." He moaned, looking down at her.

Y/n screamed shamelessly, her mouth open and tounge almost out, eyes rolled back, ankles locked behind his waist, her hands mindlessly stroking his abs

Oliver kept his pace, his hands squeezing her ass tightly as he moaned hotly. "God, you feel so good, honey." He moaned as he slammed into her. "So tight," he cursed, "You're so pretty."

Y/n couldn't make words, but the lusty screams and moans were enough to confirm her answers,

Oliver moaned louder as her moaned at him, her hands running across his abs sending goosebumps over his skin. "God, I'm close." He moaned.

"yes… Please… Please Oliver" she begged,

Oliver's hips were moving faster, his cock twitching inside her."Beg for it, honey." He groaned. "You know I love hearing you ask."

"please… Please," she whined. "Please Oliver, let me make you feel so good, please let me help you cum." She begged. "Please, Oliver… I've missed you so badly, I need to feel your semen hot and warm inside me, I need to be filled to the brim for the rest of the day… Please cum inside me Oliver," she begged,

Oliver moaned, her words pushing him over the edge. "Ughh- I'm cuming!" He groaned, burying himself inside her and holding her hips tight as he came inside her, filling her to the brim. "Fuck." He groaned, pulling out and falling back into his chair. Panting heavily. His eyes moved to look over at Y/n. He smirked, looking her up and down.

Y/n gasped hard, her body completely lifeless, lying against the lounger, in nothing but her bikini top, with Oliver's semen leaking out of her slowly.

"You look so good like that, honey." He said, reaching forward to place his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her legs open again.

She gasped blushing hard as Oliver made her lay with her legs spread,

"You look so pretty like this." Oliver mumbled, "You have a beautiful body."

Y/n hummed, still recovering.

Oliver's hands moved higher, sliding over her. "You know how much I love your body, honey."

"how much?" She giggled,

"Mmm… More than anything." He murmured, "You're so soft." He added, pressing his face to her. He kissed her belly, her thighs, her arms, anywhere that all his friends would have immediately gotten their girlfriends to get cut, sipped, sucked and fixed. With extra silicone shoved in their ass and tits for good measure. But not Oliver, Y/n jiggled and rippled and bounce when he spanked her. And he loves it so much, to know every last inch is all her and all his. He wanted nothing more than to worship his goddess of a woman. "I love you." He murmured against her skin.

"I love you too." She cooed pulling Oliver by his hair so they could share a tender kiss,

Oliver moaned as he deepened the kiss, holding her face with both hands. He pulled away after a moment, his thumb running over her bottom lip. "You're mine." He said, his voice firm and possessive.

"all yours." Y/n nodded,

Oliver's eyes darted down to her chest, his hands moving up to grip her tits through her bikini. "God, I love these." He groaned, squeezing her. Oliver ripped off her bikini top, leaving her naked on their patio. He took the black bikini top and used it to tie Y/n's hands behind her back,

"Oliver…" She playfully squrimed against her new restraints,

Oliver smirked when she moaned his name, his hands running over her entire chest, admiring the look of her tied up with her own bikini. "Mm.. you're so pretty." He mumbled, sitting up more in the chair. "Just look at you." His hands moved to her waist, bringing her to stand in front of him. "Look at my honey,” he grabbed her by her hair pulling her to stand up on full display on their pool patio, slapping her bare ass. "What a nice view." He murmured,

Y/n moaned loudly as she squirmed against her restraints,

Oliver smirked. "You like my hands on you, honey?" He asked, his hand spanking her again.

Y/n nodded desperately trying to scream but before she could, Oliver grabbed her bikini bottoms that he'd removed earlier and balled them up stuffing them in her mouth to gag her.

"That's right, honey. Stay quiet." He moaned,

Y/n moaned against her gag, squirming against her binds as she stood beside his chair getting spank after spank. Her eyes rolling back when Oliver immediately shoved two fingers inside her pussy from behind, giving her a few quick finger thrusts before removing them again just to get her worked up.

"You love this, don't you, honey?" He asked, bringing his other hand up to squeeze her ass.

Y/n moaned and nodded.

"Hm, does my girl like being at my mercy?" He murmured, his hand spanking her again, harder than before.

Y/n nodded desperately

"Yeah?" Oliver smirked, his hand spanked her again, this time a little harder. "You like when I get to do whatever I want with you?"

Y/n nodded, moaning under her gag.

“Lie down,” he barked,

She obeyed immediately, lying back in the sun lounger, squirming a little in anticipation.

"I'll be right back, honey." He growled as he got to his feet, heading into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket. Once he returned, Oliver spread her legs apart, "Look at you, all tied up." He moaned, bringing the bottle of champagne and the ice to his side table. Oliver was slow and gentle at first, taking the bottle and spitting on the neck, sliding it slowly inside her pussy making her scream under gag. "Look at you." He murmured again. “Taking the bottle like my good little honeybug.”

Once he'd had pushed it as far inside as it would go, he pulled the neck out licking her juices from the glass, before then sliding it in again, bottom first this time, spreading her open and leaving the neck of the bottle poking out her pussy,

Y/n rolled her eyes and began squirting around the bottle already,

Oliver moaned as she started to squirt. He leaned forward, his tongue licking at her clit as he kept the bottle in place. "Oh, look at what we have here." he moaned against her clit. "Seems I've found my little honeybug’s new favourite thing." Oliver then grabbed three ice cubes from the bucket, placing one on her clit and the other two on her hard nipples.

Y/n screamed out trying to buck her hips as her clit already began melting the ice cube sending cold water all over her pussy, her nipples already so hard and sensitive it made her want to lose her mind.

Oliver moaned loudly at the sight of the ice cubes melting against her clit and her nipples. His tongue still pressed against her. "You like this, don't you, honey?" His hand slid down to grip the bottle still pressed inside her. "Just like a good little honeybug."

Y/n couldn't even try and answer, her eyes rolled back as Oliver began moving the bottle just a little just enough to then his lovely little Y/n into a mess.

"Such a good girl." He moaned. "You look so pretty like this."

Y/n screamed under her gag, her eyes squeezing shut as she came aggressively hard, squeezing around the glass bottle of champagne and squirting hard down her legs.

Oliver moaned as her squirt dripped down her leg. "God, you're so messy." He murmured, grabbing the bottle of champagne, pulling it out of her, before he opened it up and brought it to his lips, tipping it back to get a drink. "You've been such a good girl. Now I need to call Steven back, so you just sit and be my sweet little champagne holder.” He growled, pulling her hips up high enough that he could slip the bottle back inside her, bottom first. Keeping the open neck straight up in the air as if her pussy was a warm wine bucket. “You think you can do that?”

Y/n nodded excitredtly, her pussy already fluttering around the glass bottle.

“Good girl, honey.” he growled, giving her gagged mouth a kiss, before he sat back in his own sun lounger and called the accountant back, “Hey, yeah, I’m back… oh yeah, nothing too complicated… just taking care of some things.” He winked at her,

“You're not trying very hard, Otto.”

As the realisation dawned on Katie, the voice finally clicked into place in her mind. That was Y/n, the spirited daughter of their next-door neighbours. Y/n was hard to forget. She and Oliver were the same age, so of course they were often spending time together.

‘Ohh, just Y/n, nothing to be worried about. If anything, she can help Oliver with his people skills.’

So she went about her business, setting Ana-kats’ clean laundry on her bed for her to organise.

“Ughh- how much longer! My legs are cramping, Y/n!” Oliver complained,

“They are not.” Y/n yelled back,

“Yes, they are! You’re heavy!”

Katie attempted to keep her eyebrow from raising, but it shot up like a spring, and she almost choked. But she shook things from her mind,

‘No… No… It’s Oliver and Y/n. It’s surely totally innocent.’

“Ummm, that actually feels kinda nice…” Oliver groaned,

“See, I told you I knew what I was doing.” Y/n cooed,

“Mhmmm…”

“Don’t make that face, Oliver, it puts me off my rhythm.”

“Trying…”

Katie tried not to listen, focusing on her work. Opening the door and tossing Taylor’s clean laundry somewhere inside before the intense smell and chaos got too bad.

‘It’s fine… It’s fine… Totally fine… There is no way Oliver and Y/n are up to anything-”

“Ughh! Can we go back to the other position, Y/n!”

“No, I told you this position makes it easier for me.”

“Yes, but my legs are aching. Can we please go back to me on my back? That was so much better…”

‘Nope. Nope. Hell no’

Without a moment’s hesitation, Katie grasped the doorknob and swung open Oliver’s bedroom door. Her eyes widened in shock as they took in the scene before her.

The room was just as she remembered it, with posters of fast cars plastered on the walls. The familiar scent of old paper mixed with hints of cologne hung in the air. There, in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains, sat Oliver on his double bed, his tousled hair falling into his eyes. He leaned comfortably against a pile of pillows, his elbows resting on the crumpled sheets. But it was the sight of Y/n perched on his lap, laughing softly, that sent a rush of emotions through Katie.

“What is going on!” Katie yelled,

“Hi, Mrs Otto,” Y/n smiled,

“Hey, Mom,” Oliver nodded,

“GREG!” She yelled,

Before even another word could be spoken, Greg raced up the stairs and froze up as he took in the sight too. “Wh-What is going on in here!?”

“Ughhh-” Oliver stuttered,

“Well?!” Katie yelled,

“Spa,” Y/n answered,

“S-spa?!” Both Katie and Greg gasped,

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded, as she opened her tote bag from where it lay on Oliver’s bed, revealing an array of carefully curated skincare and relaxation items. The bag was filled with luxurious moisturisers in elegant bottles, soothing face masks wrapped in pastel colours, crystal rollers, and strange tools and all manner of other spa items.

“Ooohh…” Katie sighed in relief, “It’s just skincare…”

“Yeah, we do this every Thursday?” Oliver shrugged,

“Mhm, face masks, serums, massages, I pluck his eyebrows.”

“Yeah, and you're god damn vicious!”

“I wouldn’t need to be if you kept still.”

“That… doesn’t completely explain why you’re sat … there?” Greg asked,

“Best angle.” They both shrugged,

“We used to do it with him lying on the bed-” Y/n began,

“And it was way better!” Oliver complained, “I got to lay and be pampered. Sometimes you even fed me grapes.”

“You were the one complaining that the serum kept going up your nose.”

“Yeah… obviously… nothing to worry about.” Katie nodded, slowly closing the door, “Guess there really wasn’t anything to worry about…”

“Why is this the one time you choose to over mother?” Greg asked,

“Don’t look at me! You’d have run in you heard what I did!” she argued, taking the now-empty laundry basket downstairs with her and Greg.

Y/n chuckled and went back to her work once the door was closed, “You going to stop whining now?” she asked as she began to apply some more lotion,

“Yes…” Oliver groaned, “So long as I’m getting my reward?”

“You’re reward is beautiful, glowing, ageless skin,” she answered,

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he smirked,

“Later,” she snapped, giving his lips a quick kiss, “Once you’re mom’s gone out.”

“Does your house have a emeregcy alarm then?”

“Honey, half the time we don’t have batteries in our smoke alarms.”

“…That’s deeply concerning. I sleep here a lot.”

“You want us to sleep together, you have to risk that we might die together.”

“Regardless, is that the smoke alarm?”

“No, smoke alarm is more of a BEEP BEEEP BEEP. This is a WAAAAAA WAAAA WAAAA.”

“Insightful, darling.”

“You’re welcome, Honey.”

“Otto Family! Down in the basement!” Greg, Oliver’s Dad yelled from the stairwell,

“Ughhh… no…” Oliver groaned,

“What?”

“Got to go down to the shelter,” he complained as he climbed out of bed and shoved some shorts and a shirt on,

“Shelter! You don’t have smoke alarm batteries, but you have a bomb shelter?”

“It’s just the basement.”

“Why is your basement any form of survival shelter?”

“'Cause my dad watched that ‘How close we are to the end of the world’ documentary and got freaked out,” He sighed, “So he bought a bunch of supplies at Costco and turned the basement into a shelter.”

“So you need to go down and sit with your family till your dad calms down?”

“Pretty much,” He sighed, “You wanna wait up here for me?”

“No way! If the world is ending, I wanna be in the shelter with you!” she argued as she jumped out of bed and tossed her hoodie over her nightie,

“Awww I wanna be with you if the world ends too,” he cooed, pulling her in for a kiss,

Oliver and Y/n headed down through the dark house and down into the basement with the rest of the family, but almost immediately, things were awkward. Oliver and Y/n sat against the wall on the small bench, being glared at by Oliver’s mother, Katie. But they weren’t the only ones, as Oliver’s sister, Taylor and her boyfriend, Trip, were also being glared at intensely. Only Anna Kat escaped the glares.

“Greg? Why are there seven people in our basement?” Katie snapped,

“That is a fabulous question, Katie.” Greg glared, “I built a family shelter for my family of five. And yet there are seven people in it,”

“Are there ghosts in here?” Trip whispered,

“He’s talking about how you and Y/n are here.” Taylor sighed,

“And I was unaware they were!” Katie yelled,

“How do you keep sneaking them past us?” Greg asked,

“She walked in the door with me; you just didn’t check if she ever left.” Oliver shrugged,

“Great, gonna die with my kids, boyfriend and girlfriend.” Katie sighed,

“Do you want me to leave?” Y/n asked,

“No… she leaves, I leave.” Oliver snapped,

“No, I wouldn’t throw anyone out during the end of the world,” Greg reassured,

Oliver did his best to keep his mind on other things, trying to just mindlessly to the gross task without thinking about it all too much. Keeping his headphones loud so he didn’t have to hear cars going past him, blasting some girl power thing he heard the girls at ballet playing the other day.

He groaned, trying not to gag as he scooped another disgusting poop. He turned away so he didn’t have to look at it. But as he did, he heard Luthor barking from the back fence clearly excited about something, so Oliver looked out to the street he caught sight of what got his attention.

Sally, the spirited Australian Shepherd, trotted along the grey sidewalk, her little fluffy white paws softly pattering with each joyful step. Her big, expressive blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she glanced up at Luthor. The pink collar adorned her neck, while the leash, held firmly in a familiar hand.

She stepped into the soft morning light, her brown chunky-heeled boots making a subtle thud against the pavement. Black tights adorned with delicate little black hearts clung gracefully to her legs, the thigh-length black dress danced around her in gentle waves, printed with tiny rainbow stripes with a dusty denim jacket draped casually over her shoulders. Her hair flowed loosely, caught playfully in the morning breeze, while retro sunglasses perched stylishly on her nose. Between her crimson lips rested a straw, drawing sips from a refreshing iced coffee from the local café.

Y/n Y/l/n.

Oliver turned white, his heart racing at the sight of her. His mind suddenly racing. “Ohh god- Y/n. Why y/n- Why did it have to be Y/n!” he cursed to himself as he tried to do, something! Anything! That could help him in this situation! Something to make him look less like a literal train wreck in front of the girl he’s had a crush on since he was fourteen. But it was too late to do anything without being spotted.

He really heavily considered just bailing and bolting inside the house before she saw him.

“Oliver?” She smiled, pulling her glasses down as she spotted him,

“Fuc-” he cursed, too late. He smiled and pulled his headphones out, “Hi! Uhh Hi y/n…”

“Morning,” She smiled as she stopped close to him.

“Uhh yeah, morning. You, uhh you’re up bright and early.” he forced a smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, taking Sally. Dad likes her to get alot of W.A.L.K’s in before shows.” She smiled patting Sally’s head, as the dog happily sat at her feet.

“Right… yeah… course…” he nodded, “Congrats about her win, I uhh I heard.”

“Thanks, not really much to do with me. It’s my dad’s thing.” She shrugged, “I’m surprised I never see you and Luthor?”

“Ohh uhh yeah, well you know… those fee’s.” he lied, in reality Luthor would be an utter calamity at a dog show, the pup couldn’t even manage to sit half the time.

“Yeah, that’ll get ya.” she nodded, “How’s things been with you?”

“Yeah, uhh they’re okay.” He nodded, unsure what to tell her. He couldn’t really tell her he’d spent all night playing video games with Cheetos stuck to his face. “Just… relaxing.”

“Awww, good for you.” She smiled, “I like your shirt, It’s dumb but in a fun way.”

“Oh! Ughhh, thanks.” His face fully flushed with embarrassment, “I uhh I got shot in the face with it at a Knicks game.”

She laughed, "Never say no to free clothes."

“Exactly! Are ughh you doing much today? Other than taking care of this lady?”

“Not much, probably just hop in the pool if the weather stays good.”

He immediately had to force down the image of her in a bikini. “Sounds great…”

“You’re welcome to come up if you're not busy.”

Ohh god he wanted to. “That’s okay, I uhh I wouldn’t want to crowd up your pool for you and your friends.”

She laughed, “I meant just me and you.”

“Ju-Just me and you?”

“Yeah, you can bring Luthor. He and Sally can play together.”

“Ohh uhh yeah, that sounds great Y/n,” he nodded trying to hide his excitement, “But uhhh- I have alot of uhh alot of chores to do and uhh I don’t wanna leave you hanging on when I’ll be done,” he said immediatly regretting his words, “So maybe some other time?”

“Course,” she nodded, “You’re a busy guy.”

“Yeah… yeah… busy guy.” He forced his smile, knowing he so badly wanted to go, but his mom would likely not let him and even if she did he’d have a long list of chores to even be allowed out of the house. “But uhh maybe… if you have time later, I uhh I take Luthor out around three? Maybe you and Sally could come to the dog park with us?”

“Awww, yeah, that sounds perfect,” She cooed,

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Sally would love that.” She nodded. “I’ll see you later then.” She waved as she and Sally continued on,

“S-See you later!” He called out as he waved to her,

As soon as she was gone, he let out a long sigh, finally relaxing. Forcefully getting on with his chores so he could get them done with enough time to get ready for later tonight.

"Perfect, on time. That's a surprise." She said as she sat at the desk. She grabbed Oliver's paperwork, giving it a once-over before she tossed it back on her desk. "So? What do you know about us?"

"They have a wide array of services that cater to a variety of clients from the wealthy and famous to…" he trailed off, he'd memorised their website before coming here. But his eyes fell to the beautiful CEO, and he trailed off, "S-Sorry, I was looking at your…um," he fumbled for a moment, a blush spreading on his face.

"Good… You have internet." She laughed, clocking that he was quoting the website.

Oliver was completely red in the face, "I-i um…" he tried to stutter out another explanation, but couldn't manage it. "I swear I'm not normally like this," he mumbled

She shook her head. "The basics are, most shipping companies work on quantity, some Chinese manufacturer wants five thousand white shirts in New York by Tuesday. But that's not what we do, we have small high-end clients that may only ship one or two items a year with us, but… It's far more profitable shipping one five-thousand-dollar piano then five thousand one-dollar t-shirts. Easier too. The risk is high, obviously, but we take the care needed, or we wouldn't have repeat customers.

"Right," he managed to get his brain working again.

"Exactly, just last week we moved a certain… Singer, favourite paintings to her new home." She explained, "You can imagine what we charge for something like that."

"Right… right… How much exactly?" he asked,

"Ten thousand a painting." She shrugged,

Oliver's jaw was now hanging in shock."Ten thousand for ONE painting?! seriously?"

"When each is worth a million dollars, you can imagine what people will pay to ensure they are delivered safe and secure."

Oliver's eyes widened even more.

"So, that's what we do. But I'm looking for an assistant, someone to fetch lunch, make copies, come on business trips and client meetings. You think you could handle that?"

Oliver's heart thumped in his chest. "I think I could… ma'am," he said, with a determined glint in his eye.

"You have a good résumé. But… I'll be honest, I'd rather you have a personality. So. Pitch me, you. Pitch me, Oliver Otto, as my assistant," she said, sipping her coffee,

Oliver took a deep breath, he looked the woman in the eye. "Well… I graduated from Harvard with a degree in business with a 3.8 GPA. I've had a part-time job since I was 12. Aned been investing every penny I’ve made back into calculated and planned varied investments, I'm extremely organised, punctual, willing to go above and beyond when needed." he paused, before deciding to add, "And I believe I'm easy on the eyes." he added with a cheeky wink.

She chuckled, "Quite the selling point."

Oliver smirked, "Oh, it's definitely a selling point. The fact that your potential clients will see a handsome, young man walking with you on business trips? It'll have them swooning in their seats," he said confidently.

"Hummm… Reel it in now, Otto, you might make me jealous."

"Oh don't be jealous, I know you wouldn't need any help in that regard," he said with a cocky smile,

"When can you start?"

Oliver's eyes widened; "Whenever you need me," he said instantly

"Monday sound good?'

Oliver nodded."Monday's perfect,"

"I'll see you Monday then. Nine sharp and we'll get sorted."

Oliver got out of the chair "Thank you, I'll see you then." he said with a final cocky smirk before he turned to leave. But… before he left, his brain thought up a cheeky idea. "One more thing, ma'am?" he turned back

"Yes, Mr Otto?" She raised an eyebrow from her desk,

Oliver walked back to the woman's desk, standing right in front of her. "There is just one… tiny… thing" he said, keeping the same cocky smirk plastered across his face.

"Oh?"

"You haven't told me your name" he said, a cocky glint in his eye.

"Miss Y/L/N."

"Miss Y/L/N" he repeated, a cocky smirk appeared on his face again. “And what else?”

“That’ll do for now, Mr Otto,” she playfully glared,

"Well, Miss Y/L/N." He smiled, "I think you're definitely going to enjoy having me on your… payroll," he said, before he headed out of her office.

The second he was out of sight, he punched the air and silently screamed in excitement.