Taken By The Mafia Boss || DNF

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TW: fluff, sexual comments + touches, playful drowning (you'll understand when you read the chapter)

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A quick knock sounds at the wooden door, and a beep is heard before the door flings open.

"George! C'mon let's go swimming!" Tommy yells, while jumping up and down excitedly.

I giggle at his hyperness, standing up to walk beside him. Down the long hallway.

"Okay, luckily you're on the same floor as one of the pools! So we don't have to walk much!"

"Pools..?" I ask, my eyes widening at the word.

"Oh, yeah. Dream is basically a billionaire..if you haven't noticed already," he goes on, "but hey, the one were going to is the best!"

"How does he make so much money?" I ask, not thinking about my words.

"I- um..I can't share that information with you, He, Dream. Would have to do that himself.." He mutters, scartaching the back of his neck.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ask such a personal question.." I apologize, slapping myself across the face gently.

"Hey, no worries dude! Your new here after all, I'm sure you being his childhood friend, he will tell you sooner or later!" He assures.

I nod my head, feeling guilty. As it could've gotten him into serious trouble.

"Look at that! Here we are, George!" Tommy calls, while opening a large, heavy door. Leading into a well lit room, with a huge swimming pool. A hot tub setting in the middle of it. Two huge slides are places on their separate sides.

"Holy shit!" I cover my mouth quickly, looking at Tommy apologetic'ly.

"I swear a lot myself, your good. Just because I'm seven-teen doesn't mean I'm a litteral child."

"You're..seven-teen..?" I ask, pulling my hands away from my mouth again.

"I don't go on missions yet, I'm still in training. Dream doesnt want people under eight-teen getting hurt, well..he doesn't want people getting hurt at all-"

"What are you talking about you two, Tommy?" A voice calls from behind us.

"Oh! Dream..big man! Nice to see you here..heh-"

"I've been here for three minutes, Tommy," Dream glares.

"Great..!" Tommy says, quickly walking away to the changing rooms.

"Clay?" I question, wondering why he's here.

"If your asking why I'm here. It's because I wanted to make sure Tommy wouldn't do anything stupid.."

"I'm sure it would be fine-"

"What did he tell you," he asks sternly.

"I- nothing, Clay..why is it so important anyways?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Because I can't have you know some..things..yet."

My lips part, confusion settling over my face.

"Let's get you something to wear, shall we?"

"Yeah.." I say, as he takes my hand and brings me into a changing room.

"What's your size?"

"Excuse me?" I blush, subtly covering my bottom area with my hands.

"Your- oh..you thought.." He looks down, now both of us are flustered.

"Hey! Pervert.." I mumble, as his eyes trail down to my clothed dick.