#this is a bit spicier 🔥🌶️ than my usual fics

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Day in the Office

Robert De Niro x Assistant!Reader

No offense, I wanted to make the assistant imagine into a fic 😌✨

TW: jobs/working, a little NSFW, implied smut

Word Count: 1.4k

You've been working for Robert for a few weeks now. Naturally, you were very nervous to start working for him. You had worked for other celebrities before, but no one as famous as him. He was incredibly quiet, almost shy, when you were first introduced. You find yourself still surprised by how sweet and soft-spoken he is.

"(Y/N)?" You hear Robert call from the next room. You're at his home this morning, where he was in his office with Martin Scorsese looking over a screenplay Marty has been working on.

You pop into the door frame, "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, hun, what time is that meeting with that exec? Mr. uhh..."

"Chapman?"

"Chapman, yes!" he says shooting a look at Marty, "I keep forgetting this guy's name."

"Well, maybe that says more about him than it does about you, Bobby," Marty says with his classic chuckle.

Robert raises his eyebrows and shrugs; his eyes travel back to you.

"Your meeting is at 1pm," you tell him with a smile, glancing back and forth between him and the clipboard in your arms.

He checks his watch and asks, "Could you call and make it 1:30? Marty and I wanna go to lunch."

"Yes, sir," you turn to return to your workspace and make that phone call.

"So you give your assistants pet names now?" Marty gives Robert a smug look.

"What are you talking about?" Robert asks, turning his attention back to the writing on his desk.

"Hun..." Marty's eyebrows raise as he mocks his friend.

"Well, she says she doesn't mind it."

"You wouldn't say it if you didn't have some interest in her," Marty points out. There's a bit of a pause before he continues, "You finally get an assistant who can keep up, and you're gonna ruin it."

• • •

On the car ride over to the restaurant, you get a little while alone with Robert, as Marty has his driver take him separately.

"So, was the movie you were looking at any good?" you attempt to make a little conversation with Robert.

"Yeah, I think Marty's come up with something good this time."

"You think you'll be in it?"

"I don't know, maybe," he says as if he isn't always Marty's first choice, "the right crew always falls into place."

You give him a small smile, while he shifts in his seat. He hesitates for a second, before putting an arm around your shoulders.

His voice lowered, he almost whispers, "Is this okay, sweetie?"

You let out a breathy laugh, "Yes, sir, it's okay." One of your hands moves from your lap to gently stroke his thigh just above his knee.

"You know, you don't have to call me sir when I'm clearly trying to flirt with you... unless it wasn't that clear."

"Oh, no, sir, it was clear. Sorry, habit."

His laugh comes out as a low hum close to your ear. His free hand finds yours, and he whispers in your ear, "Oh, well, please don't break your habit on my behalf. Besides, it's not *that* bad having a beautiful girl like you calling me sir."

"Sounds to me like you're backtracking, and that you actually like it," you were only half joking. You know it's completely inappropriate to be flirting with your boss like this, but he's completely irresistible, especially after all the times he's put his hand on the small of your back during work and all the pet names he's called you.

He pulls you closer to him and presses a series of soft kisses to your neck. Your grip on his hand tightens as shivers travel down your spine. His teeth meet your skin, giving you a light nibble before he pulls away from you entirely.

Only then did you realize the car had stopped and you were at the restaurant.

Marty and Robert invited you to sit with them, although you mostly stayed out of the conversation. Lunch went by casually, thank God, because you certainly didn't feel casual on the inside.

The rest of Robert's day consisted of a few meetings. Naturally, there was lot of flirting in the car in between meetings that consisted of hand holding, his arms around you, your legs stretched across his lap at one point.

During meetings, you would sit in whatever office off to the side of Robert, taking notes and keeping and important papers he might hand you. Sometimes he would write notes down on post-its for you to keep in your folder for him, but today his notes were a little different:

"Hey cutie ♡︎"

"You look good with your legs crossed"

"We should go on a date, mark that in the calendar for this Friday"

"The budget isn't gonna allow for the amount of money I want to spend on you"

"Beautiful ♥︎"

"I like your outfit"

"It would look better on my bedroom floor though ;)"

It was very hard to keep a straight face each time he handed you a note, some of them bringing a nice pink blush to your cheeks.

In the car on the way back to his home, you stretched your legs across his lap again warning him to "stay far away" from you.

"You know what you did!" You cross your arms and pretend to be mad at him.

"Oh, am I in trouble?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Am I in trouble because you didn't like it, or because you liked it a lot?" He raised his eyebrows again, but in a pleading way.

You give each other a knowing look, and he opens his hand for yours. Still faking your anger, you reluctantly put your hand in his, and you ride home like that.

At Robert's house, you head into the side office to file away all the papers from today's meetings. You put the sticky notes away in your bag, deciding it would probably be bad if someone else saw them.

Suddenly you hear Robert from behind you, "You done for the day?" He has a bit of a sad look on his face.

"Yes, sir, I just got everything put away," you turn around leaning back against your desk.

Robert walks over to you slowly before placing his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the spot. "I hope you'll consider staying a little longer even though I don't have any more work for you," his face only a few inches from yours as you look up at him. You appreciate the way he's a bit larger than you, taller, muscles filling out a wider torso and shoulders.

You reach out putting one hand on his waist and the other on his chest, "It'll cost you."

"I can pay you to stay a little longer."

"Not money."

"Oh, well-" he's cut off by your lips meeting his. After a second, he relaxes into your kiss, moving his lips against yours and wrapping his arms around you. His hands roam your back and your hair as he begins kissing anywhere his lips can get access to: your lips, cheek, neck, ear, and collarbone.

A moan escapes your lips, and he leans you back on your desk, continuing his actions. You make a bit of a whining noise and he pulls away a bit.

"Everything okay, baby?" A genuine look of concern crosses his face; he was worried he had rushed you.

You prop yourself up on your elbows on the desk, "I, uhh... I just don't know if I can do this with my boss." You give a small laugh, always trying to be light-hearted.

His mouth pulls into a smile and he kisses you lightly. "Well then, you're fired. Effective immediately."

You smile in return, knowing that he's joking, "Yes, sir, I understand."

And with that, his lips crash back into yours. You knew calling him sir would likely have an effect on him. He wraps your legs around his waist, scoops you up off the desk, and carries you up the stairs to his room.