Stories.

He seems like an intimidating man, but he is actually the kindest person. He always has a few nice words to everyone, he has an incredible memory and keeps tabs on everyone he works with and talks to on a daily basis. He knows about his employees’ families, the struggles they are facing and he never refuses to help wherever he can.

He is a handsome man, one who definitely grabs every woman’s attention upon walking into any place. The way he carries himself and his ability to keep a straight face however often gives off the wrong vibe about him. People who don’t know him tend to misjudge him to be an arrogant son of a bitch who probably could make anyone cry with just a few words. Often, because of these wrong judgments women only think about him as a conquest, a one-time thing that could never stretch into something serious. They don’t see him for the man that he is and he has to carry this stigma with him against his will.

You’ve been by his side for almost three years. Started as a receptionist at the entrance of the building and you worked your way up to be his personal assistant. You see him every day, see the immense work he does for his business and his people, you’ve seen him have his worst and best days and you probably know him better than you should know your boss. It’s just hard to keep a distance from him when he is the best man you’ve ever met, only problem is that you don’t think he would ever see you as more than his assistant, more than just a friend. Because you like to think that you’re at least friends. You helped him move, you’ve seen his personal space several times when you picked up his clothes from the dry-cleaner, his mother invited you to his last two birthday parties and you partially organized the latest one with Anne and Gemma.

He gave you two days off when your boyfriend dumped you and you showed up like a zombie to work. He drove you to your grandfather’s funeral and surprised you with the most gorgeous flowers on your birthdays too. He always tells you to buy yourself lunch with his card whenever you run to get him food and when he comes back from meetings on the route that takes him by your favorite donut place he never fails to pick up a few for you.

He is the man you wish you could go home to, the man you want to know inside out and give all your love to. But this will always be just a dream.

Though only the first of January is officially a holiday, Harry always orders everyone to be in home office at least for the second and third day of the year, but it’s more like two paid days off, the business is always slow these days. You’re not an exception either and you were planning to stay away from the office building but you left a few important documents you need for work on your desk so on the first of January you decide to make a quick trip to your work place.

You expect the whole building to be deserted, only the security guards lingering around downstairs. The snow is falling heavily when you leave your apartment that’s about forty minutes away from the office. You have your thickest boots and coat on, plenty of layers, ditching your usual business casual attire you sport most of the days at work. You pull the hood of your puffy jacket onto your head as you get off the bus, squinting your eyes to see where you’re going, snowflakes piling up on your eyelashes. You were smart enough to put on waterproof mascara so at least you won’t look like a raccoon upon arriving.

It’s a relief when you finally walk into the building, shaking the snow off of yourself, pulling the hood off your head just when you see Kenny walk out from the security booth.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he asks with a friendly smile, hooking his thumbs into the belt hoops of his pants.

“Left some important files in, I had to get them,” you sigh shrugging. “I won’t take long, promise. How is your wife?”

“She is doing great, she just got a new haircut!” he tells you with a proud smile.

“I’m sure she looks amazing!” you smirk at him as you make your way to the elevators that are usually always full, now they stand still, only one of them starts moving when you push the button.

It’s weird to see the place so empty and quiet, you can hear your steps echo from the marble walls, walking past the desks with no one sitting behind them. You truly planned to just grab what you need and then leave, but when you reach your desk that’s right in front of Harry’s office, you notice that the lights are on inside. Thinking that maybe the cleaning staff left it on, you pull the heavy glass doors open and walk in, only to gasp when you see someone sitting at his desk.

Well, not someone, it’s Harry himself.

“Shit, you scared me!” you breathe out, pressing your hand to your chest as Harry looks up at you from the pile of papers scattered in front of him on his desk.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asks, almost in an accusing tone, like how dare you come into your work place?!

“I could ask the same thing,” you narrow your eyes at him as you drop your bag into one of the stylish black armchairs by the door, peeling your jacket off. The layers were amazing outside in the snow, but now you’re starting to boil. “Did you come in to work?”

“Did you?” he throws the question right back at you.

“I just came for the contracts and reports, left them on my desk.”

“Well, I also come in for contracts and reports, but I’m not taking them home,” he chuckles, gesturing around the papers in front of him. Walking closer you sit in one of the chairs he usually offers for guests around his desk, grabbing a stack of paper you take a look into it.

“These are not due until February. Why don’t you take these days off like you order for the rest of the company?”

“I’m the CEO, I don’t have days off,” he smiles at you shrugging, before signing something at the bottom of the page, then he slips it to a higher stack before moving onto the next one.

“That’s bullshit. It’s the first day of the year, no one works, you shouldn’t either!”

“I like to be ahead of my tasks,” he hums. “Besides, don’t tell me you won’t do anything work related when you get home with those files,” he adds with a knowing look. You open your mouth to answer, but he knows you too well. You both know you would end up “just checking a few things” with a glass of wine tonight.

“Let’s make a deal. I won’t do anything if you won’t do anything,” you offer, determined to get him out of work at least on this one day. You know for a fact he did some business calls even during Christmas, because three emails were waiting for you in your mailbox on the 27th from him.

Harry sighs and leans back in his leather chair as he stares back at you, keeping an intense eye-contact.

“How do we know the other one kept their word?”

“We just have to trust each other,” you sigh dramatically and it makes him chuckle. He runs his gaze over the paperwork in front of him before pushing himself away from the desk at last.

“Alright. Grab whatever you need and let’s head out.”

Smiling proudly, you rush out to your desk to gather the files before returning into his office to stuff them into your bag. When you look up you see him swinging his coat on and even on a supposed day off, he looks so damn good. Now you kind of regret looking way too cozy in your mom jeans with tights underneath, the oversized hoodie comes down to mid-thigh and you have two more layers underneath, while Harry is over there looking like he just stepped off of the pages of a fashion magazine. Unfair.

“How was your Christmas?” he asks as the two of you head to the elevators walking side by side.

“It was nice, got to see my sisters and brothers, we had a lot of fun.”

“Your sister Brandi had her daughter not long ago, right?” Your heart skips a beat at how well he remembers the tiniest details. You only mentioned it once vaguely, yet it’s engraved into his memory.

“Yeah,” you nod smiling. “She was born in September. Very cuddly baby, got to hold her a lot.”

“Sounds great,” he smiles at you as the elevator’s door opens and he gestures for you to go ahead.

“How was yours?”

“Had my mum and sister over for dinner, we cooked together, that was fun.”

“Did you actually contribute to the process?” you tease him even though you know he is actually a decent chef.

“Are you implying I let my mum and sister do the job while I just watched?” he narrows his eyes at you, but you see the playful smirk playing on his lips. On those beautiful, pink lips.

“I would never,” you returned the cheeky smile as the elevator sped down the building.

Arriving the two of you walk out of it chuckling lightly, but you were quick to come to a stop, seeing just how heavily the snow was falling out there, the street entirely covered in white. Kenny is standing by the door, hands on his hips as he stared out into the blizzard before he noticed your arrival.

“Did you come by bus?” he asks with a worried look and you nod. “Well, they just said over the radio that everything is stuck and frozen, I’m afraid you won’t catch one for a while.”

“What? No!” you whine, rushing over to the windows to take a better look at what’s outside, but it just stresses you out even more. You can barely see the building across from the heavy snowing, there are only a few cars on the road, going the slowest possible speed since they can barely see through the windows. It’s catastrophic and you have no idea how you’ll make it back home.

“You can come to mine until it stops,” Harry offers as he walks up to you, inspecting the outside world.

“What? Are you serious?”

“I live five minutes away from here, I will not let you fight your way across the city in this weather, Y/N.”

“I can just stay here with Kenny,” you offer, but Harry arches an eyebrow at you.

“We can fight about this for as long as you want, but you’re coming with me,” he states simply, and you know he won’t take no as an answer. “Come on, my car is in the garage,” he pulls you towards the side where the stairs lead down. “Taka care, Kenny! See you soon!”

“Drive safely, Mr. Styles!” Kenny calls after the two of you and you wave at him smiling before following Harry to his car.

It’s not your first time in his car, but it definitely feels different from the previous ones. Harry drives slowly, making his way through the snow as he approaches his home that’s just a few blocks away from the office building. You fidget with the zipper on your coat as he finally pulls into the garage of his building, parking the car next to two others that are also his. On the way up in the fancy elevator you feel the need to break the silence.

“What did you do on New Year’s Eve?”

Harry looks at you with a small smile as he leans against the wall of the elevator.

“Met a few old friends. Drank a little, caught up since we haven’t met in a while. What about you?”

“Oh, I was at home,” you shrug, biting into your bottom lip. He furrows his eyebrows at you.

“Alone?”

“Yeah, my friend I usually spend it with went out of town with her boyfriend and I wasn’t in the mood to go somewhere random. Watched a movie, popped a champagne at midnight and went to bed,” you chuckle. It sounds sad, but you didn’t mind being on your own.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, as if it would have been a casual thing to do, to ring your boss up because you don’t have anything to do on New Year’s Eve.

“Why would have I?” you ask with a chuckle. The elevator arrives and the two of you walk out into his spacious, luxurious apartment. It’s not a penthouse, but it’s still quite impressive. Especially since you know he has two more places like this, one in London and one in somewhere on the Amalfi Coast in Italy. “You wouldn’t have invited over to meet your friends, would you?”

“Maybe,” he hums and judging from the look on his face he is not even kidding. That takes your breath away, but you’re quick to mask how much this is affecting you.

“Don’t be silly.” There’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put your finger on and it quickly fades.

“Make yourself home. Are you hungry?” he asks as you’re peeling your layers off of yourself, leaving you only in your jeans, a shirt and one sweater on top of it. You hang your coat in the closet, put your boots away and fold your hoodie and jumper neatly, putting them to the arm of the coach as you follow him into the kitchen.

“No, I’m fine,” you say, but right then, your stomach growls in protest. You were planning to grab something on your way home, but the change of plans left you with an empty stomach.

“Okay, I have some leftover lasagna, I’ll heat some for us,” Harry chuckles, ignoring your verbal answer.

It’s been a while since the last time you were in Harry’s place, probably around September, but it hasn’t changed a lot. He got a new coffee table in the living room and there are a few new art pieces on the walls as well, but it’s still mostly the same modern, stylish home that suits him just perfectly.

“Wine?” he calls out and you nod, walking past the floor to ceiling windows with an amazing view of the city’s skyline. Harry grabs a bottle from his wine cooler, because of course he has one and not just in his kitchen, that you know for a fact.

You join him in the kitchen, it’s spotless and neatly organized, exactly like his office usually. Even as his assistant, it’s never your job to keep his things organized at work, he is always the one doing that and you bet he is the one cleaning his home as well most of the time.

Harry grabs the two plates as you climb up to one of the stools at the kitchen island. He places them to the marble counter and then grabs the two glasses of wine as well before joining you on the stool next to yours.

“You know, I meant what I said,” he speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence as the two of you eat.

“About what?”

“That you should have called me last night. I know it’s a bit weird because you work for me, but… I see us as friends. Don’t you?”

You’re surprised he is still thinking about it, that it stuck to him so much that he felt the need to bring it up again.

“Oh, um… Yeah, sure. I mean, we’ve spent a lot of time outside of work together,” you chuckle softly. “I just never know what’s too much, you know? Because at the end of the day you’re still my boss.”

You swear you see his jaw clench at your words, like it’s not what he was expecting to hear, but he is quick to smooth his expression out as he takes a sip from his wine.

“Well, outside of the office, we’re friends. You can call me whenever you need me.”

The warmth in your chest is rising as your eyes meet his gaze and for a second you can feel the sparkle. Something that’s beyond just work and friendship, but your rational side makes you turn away and focus on the food on your plate.

“Got it,” you breathe out before stuffing your mouth with lasagna to keep yourself busy.

You insist to clean up after you’re both done eating, even though Harry tells you to just put everything into the dishwasher for later. You still feel like an intruder so it’s the least you can do, washing the dishes and not leaving it to him.

The snow is still falling relentlessly and you check it online that it’s not supposed to stop for hours. It’s getting late in the afternoon and you’re becoming more and more convinced that you’ll be stuck at Harry’s place for longer than you intended.

“I guess you’re staying the night,” Harry comes up to you when you’re standing in front of the window, staring out into the snowstorm outside.

“I guess,” you sigh.

“I’ll get you something comfortable to change into,” he offers right away and then heads into his bedroom.

When he returns he hands you over a pair of sweats and a simple black t-shirt. While the shirt is definitely his, you notice that the pants are women’s clothing. As if he could sense the hesitation in you, he explains.

“The t-shirt is mine, the pants are my sister’s. But I can get something else if you—“

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, taking the clothes from him. “Thank you.”

You change in his guest bathroom and set your stuff into the guest bedroom where you’ll be spending the evening. His guest bedroom is twice as big as your own at your place, but you try not to dwell on that for too long. Or the fact that you’re about to spend the night at your boss’ home who also happened to be the man you’re kind of very much in love with. It’s definitely wrecking your mind.

When you walk out you find Harry in the living room and he has opened another bottle of wine, two glasses sitting on the coffee table as he is filling them up when you walk out.

“Do you want to watch a movie maybe?” he asks smiling warmly and your heart is somersaulting in your chest from just being around him in such a cozy, everyday setting.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you nod, sitting down to the couch with some distance between the two of you. Harry hands you a glass and then grabs the remote to find something to watch.

He puts on something he found on Netflix and you try your best to focus on the movie, but your thoughts just get louder and louder and you try to numb them with the wine, but that’s actually the worst thing you could do.

Thirty minutes into the film and you feel the familiar buzzing feeling you get when you’ve had a few drinks on a night out. Only that now you’re not in a bar but sitting on your boss’ couch.

When you finally get yourself to actually pay attention to the movie, you realize that an intense sex scene is playing, the woman on the screen moaning explicitly as the man first eats her out and then fucks her good. You feel your whole body setting on fire, cheeks heating up as you keep your gaze glued to the screen, too afraid to look in Harry’s direction on the other end of the couch.

Clearing your throat you grab your glass and chug down the rest of the wine that’s left in it, the couple on the screen still going at it when you hear Harry’s soft chuckle and you finally dare to look his way.

“What?” you ask, like a reindeer caught in headlights. He shakes his head smirking as he leans forward and grabs his own glass, sipping on it comfortably, not at all in a rush like you just did.

“It’s just amusing how nervous you got over a sex scene.”

Your mind fixates on how the word sex rolled down his tongue and what it did to your body. Your thoughts quickly wander to places they shouldn’t go when it comes to your boss. But the way he is comfortable sprawled out on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes, a lazy grin on his lips. You can’t help but think about what he would look like if he was shirtless, you know he has quite a few tattoos even though he is great at keeping most of them hidden when he is working. A few months ago you went to Spain with him and had an afternoon free from business. The two of you decided to go to the beach and that was the first and so far only time you’ve seen him shirtless. You definitely needed a few moments to compose your thoughts before you could look him in the eyes.

Now the image of his naked chest has resurfaced in your mind and the heated sex scene playing on the TV is definitely not helping your case.

“I’m not nervous,” you clear your throat, moving around a bit until you settle in a pose, legs crossed to ease the throbbing between your thighs. God, you feel like a teenager again!

“You are, you’ve tugged your hair behind your ears five times in the past thirty seconds and your foot is shaking like crazy. You are nervous,” he points out and suddenly you’re aware of your hidden actions, your hand caught in movement as you were just about to tug your hair again, but you quickly drop it and push it between your thighs.

“You know an awful lot about what I do when I’m nervous,” you mumble under your breath, your heartbeat quickening.

“I know you, Y/N.”

“Or you just think you do,” you defy, though you’re not as confident as you’d have wanted.

“Oh, really?” he chuckles amused. Reaching for the remote he stops the movie as you turn to face each other on the two ends of the couch. “I think I know you well. I know exactly what makes you nervous or angry or so happy that you almost jump out of your favorite red heels.”

Squaring your shoulders you narrow your eyes at him slightly, trying your best to look intimidating, but judging from the look on his face, it’s not working.

“This movie didn’t make me nervous,” you state and it’s more or less the truth. You wouldn’t have had any problems with the movie if you weren’t watching it with Harry.

“Is that so?” he arches an eyebrow.

“And you have no idea what makes me nervous.”

“I feel like this is a challenge,” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. “You think I can’t make you nervous?” Not trusting yourself with your voice you can only nod at his words. “Okay, we’ll see that.”

He starts the movie again, as if the conversation was over even though it’s as open and full of questions as it could get. What did he mean by that? Is he going to bring it up again? Does he know that he already made me nervous just by saying that?

You manage to finish the movie and forget about the little chat you had. The snow is now falling a lot less heavy than before, but it will take time to clear the roads enough for you to head home so you accept the fact that you’re spending the night. You make a quick call to your neighbor in case she notices that you’re not home, she can get a bit worried sometimes, you’re two women living alone, it’s evident you’re watching out for each other.

“Everything alright?” Harry asks when you join him in the kitchen after calling Stephanie.

“Yeah, just told my neighbor that I’m not going home. She would have freaked out if she found out I wasn’t home,” you chuckle softly. Harry places a glass of water in front of you without even asking, one in his hand also. You can use the hydration after all the wine you’ve consumed today.

“You guys watch out for each other?” he asks, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Yeah, it’s nice to have someone you can rely on close.”

“That’s great. I always worry about you,” he confesses and a shiver runs down your spine.

“You do?”

“Of course,” he nods, his gaze flickering down at your hand gripping the glass before back to your eyes. “You’re a beautiful young woman living alone and you meet men off the internet, which is definitely not a safe choice.”

“How do you know I do that?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“People talk in the office,” he chuckles, inching a bit closer and you realize how close he is standing to you now and it hits you that he just called you beautiful.

“And they talk about my dating life?” you ask, swallowing nervously. It’s obvious Harry knows that he got you just how he wanted and that he is doing this because of your conversation earlier, but the way he is still inching closer stops you from even questioning his motives.

“Sometimes,” he hums, placing his water to the counter and he takes yours from your hands as well. “I’ve heard you had a few disastrous dates lately.”

“That’s unfortunately right.”

“I’m having a hard time believing any sane man would want to blow their chances with you.”

“Then I guess I’m only seeing insane guys,” you reply, your voice coming out barely more than just a whisper. He is now standing so close to you that if you pushed yourself just a tad bit forward, your chest would meet his, noses bumping against each other.

“Wanna know who else is insane?” His voice is so low, sultry, you can feel his words resonating in your tummy. Once again, you only nod as an answer. He places first only one hand to the counter next to you, then the other, trapping you between his arms. You’re intoxicated, not entirely sure if maybe you fell asleep on the couch during the movie and you’re only dreaming this or if it’s truly happening.

“I feel insane when I see you at work, wearing pretty dresses and I know that once your day in the office is over you’re going to meet up with a man who is most likely not worthy of your time. I always want to tell you not to go, to stay a little longer, not to give them the time of day, but… I never have the courage.”

“Really?” you breathe out, leaning against the counter because your knees would surely buckle without the support.

“Absolutely,” he nods shortly, his breath hitting your tingling skin as he speaks. His eyes roam around your face, lingering on your lips just a moment longer than anywhere else before returning to your eyes. Lifting a hand up he gently tugs your hair behind your ear on the left side, your skin burning along the trail his fingertips touch you. “Now, Y/N,” he speaks softly. “Are you nervous? Tell me the truth.”

“I am,” you whisper, your lips staying parted when he cups your jaw in his palm, the warmth of his touch almost making you gasp. A smirk tugs on the corners of his lips, he is pleased with your answer, but surprisingly, he doesn’t try to rub his victory into your face.

“I want to change that,” he speaks up again, his eyes locking on yours. Without even thinking about it, you lean into his touch like a little lovesick puppy. “I want to make you feel good, Y/N.”

“Fuck.” The word slips through your lips before you could even stop yourself. Harry leans closer and presses a long, soft kiss to your cheek, then to your temple, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Will you let me?” You know if you talked right now it would come out as just a whimper, so you opt to nod again, but it’s not enough for him this time. “Words, Y/N. I want to hear you use words.”

“Do whatever you want with me,” you gasp and then it’s game over.

Harry’s mouth is so quick to press against yours, kissing you rough and hard, like no one else before, you can barely process what’s happening, but your body is reacting naturally. Your hands fist his t-shirt at his stomach before flattening them out on his hard muscles, while his palms are holding your head angling you just right so he can devour your mouth the way he wants. You can feel all your excitement pooling between your legs, getting wetter by every passing second as the counter digs into your waist because Harry is pushing you hard against it. His knee forces your legs to part and he pushes his thick thigh between yours, your clothes core meeting with the mass of muscles and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against him.

His mouth kisses and bites its way down your neck, his hands moving to pull his shirt you’re wearing up on your abdomen until they can spread out on your ribs, his thumb stroking your bra. The height difference is starting to piss you off and you want to wrap around him as much as possible, so you try to push you up to the counter to even it out, but he has different plans.

Pulling back he rips the shirt off of your body as you gasp at the sudden act, the ruined fabric falls to the ground as you’re standing with just your bra on your upper body. Before you could even think about it, his lips return to yours, hungry and demanding, his hands finding their way to the back of your thighs and he urges you to jump.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he keeps you in his arms easily, heading blindly towards his bedroom while you can’t stop kissing each other. He basically throws you onto the bed and he stands at the end just for a moment. Your eyes wander down his body and you notice how hard he is right now. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his hard cock, something you’ve definitely thought about way too many times. When he shows up in his fitted pants in the office and a slight bulge is always visible, you always had to sprinkle cold water at your face in the bathroom to get your thoughts straight so you could do your job. Now it’s right in front of you and what’s better, you’re the reason he is hard.

“Take your pants off,” he orders and you obey without a second thought while he rids himself from his clothes as well, leaving him only in his underwear. You push yourself up to your elbows as he keeps standing there and you’re almost about to complain why he is not doing anything when his hand moves to his crotch and he palms himself while his eyes are practically throwing flames at you.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, dropping to your back as he finally crawls on top of you, part of his weight pushing down on you comfortably. His hips sink between your legs and as his lips attack yours again, his cock pressing up against your pussy and you can’t help but whimper into his mouth, which just riles him up even more.

With a groan, he moves down on your body, kissing and nibbling on your heated skin, his hands are quick to unclasp your bra, tearing it off your body and throwing it to the side.

“I wish you could be like this every day in the office,” he breathes out, his gaze roaming your naked chest that’s rising and falling rapidly.

“You think HR would like that?” you chuckle softly as you run your hands up his arms to his broad shoulders.

“Fuck, no, and I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. I’m way too selfish,” he mumbles before his mouth attaches to one of your nipples, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it as his hand moves to knead your other breast. You turn into a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him and hooking a leg around his waist you pull him closer, earning a moan from him as well.

“I want to taste you, want to know if you taste as sweet as I imagined,” he murmurs against your stomach as he is sinking lower on top of you and as much as you’d love to have his head buried between your legs, you’re way too eager to feel something else there right now.

Grabbing a handful of his hair you tug on it, making him stop in his trail as he lifts his head to look back up at you.

“Not now, I want to feel inside of me,” you gasp desperately and his eyes darken at your words.

“You’re not leaving this place until I’ve made you come with my mouth,” he growls, climbing back up to kiss you again and you surely hope it’s a promise he’ll keep.

He rids you of your panties and you eagerly tug his underwear down as well until he can kick it off himself, leaving you both naked and tangled in the sheets. Harry pulls back and kneels up, admiring you sprawled out in front of him, hands fisting the sheets next to you as you stare back at him.

He is massive. His long and thick cock is already glistening from the precum leaking from the tip and the urge to stuff him into your mouth is just unbearable, but you need him to be buried inside you so you have to push some of your desires aside.

Reaching over to the night stand he grabs a condom from the drawer and takes his time ripping the package open and rolling it onto his rock hard erection. Then his hands move to your thighs, rubbing the inside of them passionately, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushes them apart as much as possible, his eyes switching between your drenched pussy and your almost pained expression on your face. You’re throbbing for him, knowing that your fantasies are now coming true is throwing you off the edge and you can’t hold on for too long without feeling him buried inside you. He moves his thumb to your clit, lazily drawing circles as he riles you up even more, your back arching from the aching sensation of lust and need for him.

“Harry, please!” you choke out.

“Please what?”

“Please just fuck me already!” you beg shamelessly and this is what he wanted to hear. With a pleased smirk, he moves to position his cock lined up with you, first only pushing the head inside slowly before thrusting into you fast suddenly, pushing the air out of your lungs.

It’s really happening. Harry Styles is balls deep inside you and about to fuck you like no one before, that you’re sure of. If someone a few weeks ago told you this is how you’d be spending the first day of the year, you would have thought they were crazy. And now here you are, completely nude underneath him, his hard cock stretching you out so good, you probably won’t last long since the foreplay of this occasion has been going on for years for you, all the yearning and fantasizing about him worked you up for this moment.

“Are you alright?” he asks, a bit out of breath and you nod, but before he could tell you to speak up, you manage to find your voice.

“I’m good. Just want to feel you move.”

“I can give you that,” he smirks down at you, kissing you before he finally starts moving his hips.

It’s like he was made to fit you perfectly. You’re convinced no man will live up to him, not that you will want to be with anyone else after this. Harry moves relentlessly, his hips smacking against yours in a steady rhythm as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on the soft skin, most likely marking you up so good you’ll have to wear a turtleneck on your first day back in the office. Your hands wander down his sculpted back to his round ass, digging your fingers into the mass of muscles as you try to move your hips in sync with his movements, wanting to feel him as deep as possible.

A sudden urge of confidence and need for dominance comes over you when you push the two of you around, making him roll to his back as you get on top of him, sinking onto his dick comfortably, taking a moment to admire the sight of him. His chest his glistening from a thin layer of sweat and the way his cross pendant is lying on sternum your mater waters and you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and kissing his chest with an open mouth, taking the pendant between your teeth before you look up at him through your lashes and start moving your hip.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growls, his hands smacking onto your ass as you get into a steady pace, grinding and riding him just right, placing your hands to his chest to lean onto them.

“That’s the plan,” you pant, feeling your orgasm rapidly building up in the pit of your stomach. He moves a hand between your legs, his thumb finding your clit again as he starts rubbing the sensitive bud and you drag your nails down his chest as you moan with no control.

“Have you thought about this? Have you thought about fucking me, Y/N?” he asks, pushing himself up into a sitting position so you can wrap around each other, though you’re still the one moving. His face presses into your neck and he kisses the sweaty heated skin as you thread your fingers through his hair.

“Yes. Many times,” you admit.

“Have you thought about it at the office?” he growls, licking up the column of your throat before he reaches your lips and kisses you with raging hunger.

“Absolutely. And I’ve thought about you fucking me on your desk.”

“Put that into my schedule first thing on Monday, I’m gonna fuck you so hard on my desk it’s gonna break underneath you.”

A guttural, desperate moan tears out of you at the thought of having him pounding into you in his office, a fantasy you’ve had probably since day one.

Harry flips the two of you around, throwing you into the mattress again as he gets on top of you, letting you rest as he starts thrusting into you like before, but harder and faster as you both are nearing your climax.

And then it finally happens. Your walls clench around his dick as pleasure washes through you in waves, your breath caught in your throat at the feeling. Harry follows you right after, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he comes, burying his face into the crook of your neck as your name rolls down his tongue like a desperate plea while he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several minutes for the both of you to calm down and Harry stays on top of you for a while, his weight feels comfortable and definitely needed to keep yourself grounded. When he rolls off and out of you, the desire to have him back inside you sparks instantly in your chest, though you’re not sure you would survive another round so fast after this first one. You definitely need some time to recover.

As the cloud of your orgasm clears up reality hits you at last. You’ve just had sex with your boss. Not just sex, the best sex you’ve ever had. He ruined you for any other man and you’re not sure how you’re gonna deal with the aftermath of it all.

Harry leans in and kisses you softly before dragging himself out of bed. Though you’re convinced he would have brought you a towel and helped you clean yourself up, you feel like you need to get out of bed too.

“Want to take a shower?” Harry offers as the two of you walk into his bathroom and he discards the used condom into the trash.

“That would be nice,” you nod with a shy smile, not quite used to walking around naked with him, but seemingly, it doesn’t bother him.

As the two of you stand under the steaming water, cleaning up after the mind-blowing sex you just had, your rational side finally wakes up and you start to wonder what it all means. Was it just a one time thing? Or is it gonna be more, but just casual sex? Is it possible he harbors similar feelings like you do?

Once out of the shower you wrap the fluffy towel around yourself that Harry gave you and while you untangle your hair he disappears, coming back with a clean set of clothes even though the previous ones are just fine too. This time, he hands you a white t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that are definitely his. You dress in silence, he only puts on a pair of sweats leaving his upper body naked and as you walk out of the bathroom you grab your discarded clothes from the floor. In the heat of the moment you didn’t even realize that along with your pants your phones got dumped to the side as well in its pocket. Unlocking you see that it’s about to die, so you turn to Harry who is collecting his clothes from the floor as well, dumping them into the hamper in the corner of the room.

“Hey, can I use your charger?” you ask holding up your phone.

“Sure, there’s a wireless in the study, you can use that.”

Nodding you make your way into the study, walking straight to his desk. You place your phone to the charger and you’re about to leave when something catches your eyes. There’s a photo album among his books on his shelves and it looks like he flipped through it not long ago. Your curiosity is way too strong to just walk away, so you quietly open it, checking out a few pages.

There are many childhood photos with his sister and mum, some with his dad as well and his step dad. Friends, relatives, it’s a nice little collection. You flip to the end of it, finding more recent pictures with his friends mostly and you wonder if he has a polaroid camera or he develops pictures like this especially just to put them into the album. You’re just about to close it and head out when one of the pictures catch your attention.

And that’s because you’re in it.

It was taken last year at the company’s Christmas party, you and some other girls from the office wore ugly Christmas sweaters, so yours had some questionable looking reindeers on it, tucked into your black suit pants. Harry wore a deep green suit with a white shirt underneath, a broche that resembled a mistletoe pinned to the lapel of his jacket. Michelle from sales took the photo of the two of you, Harry has an arm around your shoulders and you hugged his waist with one arm as well, both of you smiling at the camera. You remember the picture getting taken vividly, because you could feel his sweet scent so perfectly, and couldn’t stop thinking about how his waist felt under your palm.

The date is scribbled next to the photo, nothing more. This gets you curious, so you start going through the pages, wondering if there’s more of you and for your biggest surprise, there are plenty.

Most of them are of the two of you or with more people, colleagues or one with his sister from his birthday, but you find a handful of just you. One was taken on a business trip to San Francisco, a very touristy photo of you sightseeing, there’s one from his birthday, a candid one you don’t even remember being taken, you have a glass of wine in your hand as you’re laughing on something. And then there’s one of you at the airport from your last trip to London, you’re holding up a miniature red telephone booth that’s filled with chocolate, you bought it as a gift for a friend and you remember him taking the photo, but you never thought he actually kept it.

Seeing yourself in so many of his memories that are close enough to his heart to keep them in this album brings a new light to everything. It definitely seems like what happened tonight probably meant more than just a quick fuck to him and even just the thought of being this special to him spreads warmth in your chest.

“Found something interesting?”

Hearing his voice you turn around and see him standing at the door, his hands hidden in his pockets as he stares at you. He doesn’t look pissed that you snooped around in his stuff, but you still feel like a kid that was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“You have an awful lot of photos of me, Mr. Styles,” you tease him with a smile, looking back down at the album in your hands as he walks closer. “I didn’t strike you as a photo album type of person.”

“I like to keep my favorite memories of my favorite people at one place.”

“I’m one of your favorite people?” you ask, glancing up at him as he finally stands next to you.

“Do you not feel like one?” he cocks his head to the side with a playful smile on his lips.

“I just… I guess I didn’t know where we stood. And what just happened… I wasn’t sure how it’s going to change things,” you admit truthfully as you close the album and place it back to the shelf.

“How do you want things to change, Y/N?” he asks softly, one hand moving up to cup your face. “If you want to pretend like it didn’t happen, I can do that. Though I think you know that’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“You,” he answers without hesitation. “I know the situation is not too ideal work-wise, but I know we can figure it out. I’m determined to find a way to be with you, because I’ve wanted it for as long as—“

You give him no chance to finish before you press your lips against his, grabbing him by the back of his neck to pull him down and close enough to kiss him with all your passion and feelings for him. It takes him a second to snap out of his surprise, but when he does, his arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you up, twirling around happily, both of you laughing into the kiss.

“We have a lot to figure out, Mr. Styles,” you whisper against his lips, pecking them shortly when your feet return to the floor again.

“I know,” he nods smirking.

“I can’t really keep working as your assistant if we want to do this.”

“I know,” he repeats, the smirk on his face widening before he steals another kiss. “But let’s just leave it to Monday. I have other plans now.”

“What kind of plans?” you arch an eyebrow at him playfully.

“First of all, you promised me I can go down on you so I’m gonna take you back to my bedroom and eat you out. The rest is optional.”

“Optional?” you ask chuckling as he starts kissing your jawline and neck, slowly dragging you out of the study, towards the bedroom.

**

Y/N was miffed.

She was so, so miffed.

Because she had somehow gave in and let her friends coax her into going festival camping with them. Camping itself alone already sounded a bit like a nuisance to her... add the hot, summertime weather part to it and that turns it into an absolutely dreadful experience. According to her, anyway. She hated having to sleep enclosed in a tight sleeping bag she could barely move inside of. How was anyone expecting her to rest peacefully with the rocks of the ground poking her flesh the whole bloody night?

Not to mention the constant, yet perfectly justifiable fear of a giant bug having crept inside without her noticing… But frankly, the worst part of all had to be the waking up at the utmost ungodly hours of the morning every single day due to the sun rays piercing through the tent walls.

And now, to make her camping experience even worse, she was also being forced to share a tent with Harry.

Harry! of all people! - A.K.A. the most unpredictable timebomb of all time. It got beyond annoying sometimes - his random spikes of energy that came out of nowhere, where he got all pumped up like someone had stuck a battery up his ass. He could only think to do stupid things then… things like jumping off a window into a pool or start climbing up a big statue just to prove to himself that he could reach the top. Sometimes, Y/N wonders how he hasn't died or gotten seriously injured yet… and now, the meanest, most selfish part of her was almost wishing he had sprained his ankle last week. When he fell while pivoting around Jack’s kitchen in his socks after having one too many drinks. Maybe then he wouldn't have come to the festival, what would've benefit Y/N’s sleeping tremendously, since she was already predicting someone like him would be insufferable to sleep next to.

She was supposed to be sharing her tent with Abigail... who had bailed last minute to go on holiday with her parents instead, leaving Y/N without a tentmate. What could have been nice, if their friends hadn't decided to tell Harry that it wasn’t worth bringing his own tent, as Abigail was not coming, him and Y/N could share.

And of course, no one had “remembered” to warn Y/N about the sudden change of plans... probably because they knew she wouldn't agree to it…

And now here she was. Stuck with him.

Breathing the same heavy, heatconcentrated air inside the tent.

Which was her fault, granted. She couldn't blame Harry for it when he had suggested leaving the zipper slightly open during the night to allow the air to circulate... Y/N was the one who had said 'no'. Too scared to wake up with creepy, leggy guests crawling next to her face. Harry had still grumbled about it… but ended up relenting, obviously.

At the end of the day, it was her tent. Her rules. He was just staying there because she had felt like being nice.

He was sleeping on his back. Forearm laid over his face to shield his eyes from the luminous sunlight. Y/N had been trying to do the same... but her arm kept slipping down whenever she was about to fall back into her slumber. For fuck's sake. She gave up. Sitting up with a huff and rubbing the sleep off her tired face. There was no point in keeping the tossing and turning... she knew she wouldn't find a comfortable enough position to fall back asleep in anytime soon. At least the washrooms should be emptier at that hour... If she went now, she could probably avoid the line for the showers.

So she reached for her flip flops, glancing resentfully at the boy sleeping beside her... who looked like he was having the best sleep of his life. It was almost like he was smiling. His lips parted with each heavy breath he took, revealing the pink tongue hidden behind them. His body was practically fully uncovered. Arms and legs spread and- Oh.

Her jaw dropped with a silent gasp.

Harry was hard. Rock hard inside his shorts.

The sleeping bag he was under didn't cover his front, leaving his compressed erection exposed to the girl’s curious eyes. Y/N knew she shouldn’t be staring, but how could she not? She had been deprived of cock for a while… and Harry was packing a nice one under those shorts, she could already tell.

Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, as her mind span with filthy thoughs. Y/N had always enjoyed a morning wood… she loved when a guy woke up all stiff and ready beside her. Pliant to whatever she wanted to do to him. Y/N couldn’t tell how long she sat there just looking at it… it could have been a couple of seconds or 10 minutes... the only thing she knew for sure was that the only reason that prompted her eyes to turn away was the sleepy, draggy voice that startled her. “Enjoying the view?” It asked teasingly. Her cheeks burned hot to the touch, utterly ashamed to have been caught ogling so blatantly. “You can touch if you want to. Go ahead, love… give it a rub. I’ll give you one too if you’d like that.”

“Stop it! Don’t be gross.” Y/N spat, appalled that he would even think to say that.

“Wha- ‘m not being gross!” Harry defended himself, although he didn’t seem put off by her accusation whatsoever. “I’m making you a preposition, that’s all. You just have to say yes or no, and I’ll respect whichever. I won’t push it, I swear.”

Y/N couldn’t not let out an incredulous laugh at his audacity. Finding it somewhat amusing that the situation was beggining to feel a whole lot like a cliché scene out of a porno. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” She scoffed, tilting her head the complete opposite way. “I can’t believe I got stuck with you!”

“Hm.” Harry mused. “You’re avoiding to answer the question.” He chuckled a little, rubbing at his eye before nestling his elbow behind his head to keep it propped up. Just so he could still stare at her. “Makes me believe that you're considering…”

“I’m not.” She objected immediately, scowling.

“Got your mind all made up, then?” Harry asked teasingly. His lip got tugged between his front teeth after, biting down to suppress what was sure to be a cocksure smile.

The girl huffed, but her gaze kept betraying her. Eyes moving unsteadily… wandering back down to the bump in his crotch every so often, against her better will. “I don’t know, Harry.” She admitted below a heavy breath. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just- I don’t want things to be weird after.”

“It doesn't have to be weird unless we make it weird, you know.” Harry answered her, deceivingly calm. “But it’s okay. Like I said- It’s up to you completely. I just figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ask... since we've both been single for a while and touching feels good.” Harry chewed on his lip again. He could tell his words were getting to her… making her squirm to avoid pushing her legs together. “I just love it, you know…? Making a girl all wet and messy… a bit whiny too. Squeezing so tight around my fingers as she cums. It’s so good to get finger fucked, isn’t it?”

Y/N remained quiet for a while, staring right at him with challenging eyes. She was fully aware that he was saying all that to try and get her worked up – and the worst part was that it was working. “Make room for me.” She commanded with a straight face. He did so willingly, lifting one of the sleeping bag's ledges for her to scoot closer.

Once she was settled, he barely gave her any time to breathe before lowering his face over hers. Eyes half-lidded and a sly, effortlessly seductive smirk present on his lips.

Y/N gasped. She wasn't expecting for him to want to kiss her. Not with the overly casual, almost spontaneous way in which he had made his “preposition”… laying it out on the table like it was nothing but a casual favor. I’ll do yours, you’ll do mine – that was what this was… so why wasn't that how it felt? His mouth was moving against hers as if this had been planned. As if he had spent time contemplating on what it would be like to mold their tongues and lips together.

It became hard to focus on questioning things though, with his fingers idly moving down her belly. Dipping beneath her sleeping shorts. “Fuck. Your pussy is so wet…” He sneered. Lips heading down Y/N’s warm cheek, towards her uncovered neck as his fingertips began to circle her clit over the panties, coaxing sweet, soft moans out of her. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” Y/N nodded. “Does this, also feel good?” She accentuated as her hand advanced down his front and squished underneath his sports shorts too, groping all around. His length was fully hard. It felt heavy, almost. Warm against her palm too, once her hands decided to poke around further – past the underwear.

“God. Can’t believe I got you jerking me off right now – feels so fucking good.” Harry grunted, free hand reaching for Y/N's nape to tug her to clash against his mouth again.

“I’m gonna pull off your shorts.” She heard him murmur in between kisses, upon noticing her hips kept jolting up to try to get more friction. Something he couldn’t give her with the multiple layers of clothing keeping his hand cramped in between. Y/N nodded in agreement, only to let out a startled squeak once she felt her flimsy underwear being tugged off her body in a swift motion along with the rest. “It was just going to be a matter of time until those came off anyway...”

“A warning would’ve still been nice, though.” The girl grumbled, making him chuckle lightly whilst shamelessly looking down at her pretty pussy. Freshly bare and exposed to his eager eyes. “Strip off yours too. I don’t want to be naked alone.” She asked, pouting.

“Aw, you want me to strip?” He tutted his tongue, palming himself over his clothes for her. Truth be told, the throbbing between his legs was getting almost unbearable, but he wanted to hear Y/N supplicate for it. “Ask.”

“I want to see. Please let me see.” She whined, making him laugh breathily. The boyish smirk and mischievous glint in his eyes driving her even crazier.

That was all it took for his shorts and briefs to come sliding down his legs. He tugged them fully off, throwing them to an aimless spot inside the tent. His hard cock bobbed up, leaving Y/N impossibly more aroused as she reached for his wrist. Pulling him down just so he laid on his back. She climbed on top, spreading her knees apart around him.

His brow jumped up at the action. “Is that an invitation?” He made sure to ask. Waiting for the confirmation before he dared to start rubbing his tip over the wet slit, collecting the wetness to stimulate the clit with slow rubs and taps of his cock. “Christ. I know we shouldn’t, but I really want to fuck you raw. Your pussy is so warm and creamy… it’s like it’s begging me to do it. Begging to be bred.”

“Holy fuck. Yes. Yes please.” Y/N mumbled. “Do it. I want your cum.”

“Fuck...” He hissed, tapping her clit harder. “You sure? I mean- would we be safe?”

“I have a Nexplanon.” Y/N assured in between low whimpers. Her clit pulsing at the feeling of his tip aligning with her slit, only for him not to push it in, in favor of carrying on smearing her wetness around with his cock. “I’m clean too. Are you?”

"I haven't skipped the rubber since my ex. I did blood tests a while ago too, and they came out clean… but if it makes you feel safer, I have condoms.”

“It’s okay. I trust your word.”

“I trust yours too.”

They both let out groans once Harry finally allowed for Y/N to sink onto his cock. The wet, warm cunt sucking him in inch by inch until her plush bum was pressed with his thighs. “Fuck me… I’m already in love with this pussy.” He groaned again once the girl began to roll her hips on his. Pulling out halfway only to push him fully in again.

Her hands were on his chest, whilst his gripped at her hips, that swayed in a steady, stimulating rhythm for both of them.

Shit. It felt so good. She didn't realize she had spoken it out loud until she saw Harry smile at her words. “Fuck yeah, it does.” He replied. “I'll never leave you be now; I hope you know that. You’ll have to take me every morning… Just. Like. That.” He punctuated each word with a thrust up. “And maybe before bed too. You're always complaining that you have trouble falling asleep while camping, aren’t you? So it’ll be nice… having a nice cock to tire you out. It’ll put you right to sleep, I can promise you that…”

“Oh my god…” The rocking of her hips intensified at the lewdness of his promises.

“Yeah, you liked that?” He asked, daring to land an experimental slap on the girl's ass, that ended up leading to some more right as he realized his hand got the good reaction he was hoping for out her. “Gosh, who would've known that a good girl like you could be into such dirty things like that?”

“Good girls like to be- mmh, d-dirty too.”

“Yeah? Do good girls like getting cum on their pussy also?” His question was spat in between gritted teeth, due to the pace of his thrusts becoming more agressive. Loving the feeling, and the view of her slickness coating his cock as it appeared, only to disappear deep in her again.

“Fuck- fuck yeah, they do.” Y/N panted, hands squeezing her breasts together once she began to bounce on him faster too. Her thighs burned, but honestly that was the last thing on her mind. She could feel her orgasm approaching… the mental image her brain formed after his suggestion doing a lot for her pleasure. Harry was so undeniably hot – knowing just what to do and say to get her going… besides his cock felt amazing. It filled her hole up to the fullest, and was shaped just right to press against that special spot inside her: thick, with a slight curve, and the perfect number of protruding veins. It felt perfect. All it took was a couple more thrusts of it for Y/N to start clenching around the thickness moving sloppily in and out of her. “Harry, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Cum for me. Cum so that I can give you mine too. Want to pump it up your cunt and watch it dribble out after.”

God. He was going to wreck her.

She was shaking. The throbbing heat caused by his repetitive, fast thrusts turning her head light and dizzy – She couldn’t focus on anything else other than the grip of his big hands holding her down and the warm cock pounding up into her. Y/N was aware that they were being loud, and that the entire festival could probably hear their moans, but neither of them had the mind to hide them. It felt too good – like their bodies were set on fire, as they moved together towards that sweet release both had been craving so bad. Y/N saw stars as she came, and it only got impossibly better when she felt Harry's cock pulse inside her. Painting her tight walls with what seemed to be endless spurts of cum that he kept fucking deeper into her, just like he promised he would.

She stayed still for a while. Allowing for her pulsing cunt to milk it all out of him, before she willingly dropped to the side. Their heads were swimming blissfully. Bodies sprawled side by side and fucked-out faces gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together this week, tentmate.” Harry blurted groggily, grinning and holding his fist up for Y/N to bump hers in it. She did. They were surely going to have a lot of fun, indeed.

**