chronic overthinker

Y/N never thought life after university would be like this. When she first pursued her bachelors in business degree, she had dreamt of a future where right after graduation, she’d be offered all these hot-shot jobs and she’d go on to become a big, powerful business woman. Some might think this dream of hers was far-fetched and unrealistic, but when you graduate from a highly prestigious university, first class with honours, well, it’s at least a little bit fair to have such expectations.

She worked her ass off when she was still in school— nailing every exam and assignment, doing summer internships and for a moment she thought about applying for a masters degree, but that was quickly shot down when Y/N checked in on her accruing student debt. She might pursue it some time down the road, but for now, her main goal was to get out of this shit-hole of a cafe where she worked and get her ass to a big firm, just like she was promised by all the career counsellors at university.

She was applying consistently to a million different firms, and at this point, she’d be happy if she could even be a receptionist at one of them. She had exhausted all of her connections made in university in hopes of anyone linking her to a decent job, but she turned up with no luck as of yet.

She had been working at Bluebird cafe all throughout her degree and she was working there even now, seven months post graduating. Disappointment welled deep in her guts every time she saw herself in that same old uniform and cap, greeting the same customers and making do with the same lousy cheque.

It was another dreadful morning at said cafe when Y/N was preparing a humongous order for at least twenty six people. She assumed it was for an office or corporation, judging by the jittery young man who placed the order at the counter. He read carefully off a piece of paper every single order and made Y/N recite it back to him to ensure the drinks were perfect. He ended up handing the paper to Y/N so she could once again make sure everything was according to the requests, and it was on the paper Y/N recognised the prestigious navy logo stamped on the top right.

Grapejuice Inc.

One of the biggest textile corporations in the world, run by the famous Styles’ family. Y/N could only dream of a job there. It was suddenly understandable why the young man was nervous before her. The drinks must probably be for a big, senior meeting or something. 

Y/N took her time perfecting them, writing the details of each order on the cups to make it easier for the man to allocate them. She slowly placed them in six separate paper cartons, stacking them on top of each other carefully. The man sighed graciously and took the bag from her hand ever so slowly before walking out of the cafe. She sighed, wiping her hands on her black apron. Behind her, Niall enthused out loud, “how much d’ya think they pay the poor boy to get ‘em their morning drinks?”

Y/N turned to face him, watching him rinse out the alternate milk blender, “probably thousands. It’s a huge company.” Niall hummed, “maybe. But usually such prissies have a hard time paying their employees well.”

Y/N was distracted by an order that pinged on their little UberEats tablet, and started prepping the two drinks and almond croissant. She hummed at his response. “Prissies or not, they’re one of the most influential corporations in the world.”

Niall nudged her shoulder and smirked, “don’t go around licking their asses already. They haven’t hired ya yet.”

”Ha. Let’s all make fun of my inability to find a proper job, now,” she mumbled sarcastically. She took her anger out on the oven door, slamming it shut after she put the croissant in there to warm up. Niall wiped his hands on a towel and rubbed them up and down her arms, comforting her, “hey c’mon, babe,” he said gently, noticing her frustrated frown. Seeing that man working for such an amazing corporation made her slightly jealous. It was a sour, unpleasant feeling which Y/N hated. Niall pulled her into his chest in the empty cafe, save for another employee, Mina, who wiped down the tables.

”They’re missing out on the biggest brain in the city,” he flicked her cap playfully, “the right job will come along, I know it. Don’t worry your pretty head over it.”

Y/N appreciated the comfort, leaning into him. She was grateful for his presence, and for his reassuring touch that grounded her. He pulled back and pinched her cheek playfully, “cheer up, buttercup. We’ve got lattes to make for abusive boomers!”

Y/N sighed. She only prayed that Niall's previous words had some truth to them. 

-

That night when she got home, Y/N followed her usual routine of feeding her cat Pebble and then turning the shower on, waiting for it to warm up. In the meantime she prepped for dinner and picked out her pyjamas. Once she was all showered and fed, she climbed into bed and pulled out her laptop to do her nightly job search. Numerous sites were searched, Linkedin was scowered and her CV was passed around like a blunt at a party.

She might have applied for a position at Grapejuice Inc, in her sleep-driven haze. It might have been an assistant position for one of their senior management… could have been the Secretary… or the CEO. She doesn’t remember, as she passed out in front of her computer screen, the light glowing and illuminating her peaceful features.

-

When Y/N was in high school many years ago, she met a boy named Landon. They were both in the same Art History class, and the teacher paired them up for a project where they had to analyse and present on a popular period piece. She ended up spending long hours with him during the week, and Y/N being the hormonal teenage girl she was, fell for Landon’s shaggy blonde hair and toothy grin. He was sweet and caring, taller than her and called Y/N ‘sweets’ and four months after they first met, he asked her to be his girlfriend and took her out on her first date.

Landon had taken most of her firsts. He was the only boyfriend she ever had and the only person she ever kissed, but that was it. They never did anything beyond that. The most they ever dabbled in was maybe a hand on her ass or slipping under her shirt to touch her tummy while they made out, but it was never anything more. Y/N blamed the distance for that.

After high school, both Y/N and Landon had big dreams for university. They both wanted to go to one of the big schools, but the problem was that the one Y/N wanted to go to was ten hours away from the one Landon got into. Education was something that was important to both of them, so compromising it for the sake of their relationship was out of the question. They decided to make do with the distance and promised to each other they would remain loyal despite the land that separated them.

It was hard at times, especially in university when all of Y/N’s friends were able to go out and bring whoever they wanted home, date different people and have new experiences while she sat feeling lame because she missed her boyfriend. They still made an effort to try and see each other— oftentimes during semester breaks Y/N would visit Landon and Landon would try to visit Y/N. It was those fleeting days that kept Y/N sane during the course of their relationship.

She spoke to him everyday still, texting him little updates of her day, and he’d text her his. They called every couple of days, though they were pretty short since they were out of words to say thanks to their texts. 

Y/N knew that Landon was currently working at his new job as a junior editor after he graduated with his English degree. She was happy for him, of course, but his new commitment meant she was hearing less and less from him. Although there were the daily ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts, these days she was seldom seeing those as well.

It was her day off today, a quiet Tuesday afternoon where Y/N decided to go to the farmers market a little ways from her apartment. She was sitting down at a small restaurant, a cold drink battling the summer heat resting in her hand, but her attention was somewhere else. Her lip was abused under her teeth as she typed up a message to Landon. She missed talking to him, and was penning all her frustrations and thoughts in a long paragraph when she was interrupted by her phone ringing.

The phone number was unfamiliar, making Y/N’s eyebrows furrow. She answered it cautiously. “Hello?”

”Good morning, am I speaking with Miss Y/N L/N?”

Confusion crept upon her. “Yes, this is her.”

”Hi, Miss L/N. This is Mitch Rowland calling from Grapejuice Inc, how are you today?”

Now that rendered Y/N speechless. Her heart dropped and her mouth fell open in surprise. The sound of a child shouting nearby shook her from her thoughts as she regained her consciousness and straightened up, “I’m well, how are you?”

”Pretty alright. Listen, we saw your application for senior assistant to the Chief Executive Officer and loved your CV. How are you placed for an interview sometime this week? Say, Thursday at nine?”

Y/N could not believe the words she was hearing through the phone. She wanted to scream and dance and hug this Mitch guy all at the same time. Her cheeks heated up and a big smile spread across her face, “yes! Thank you for calling me, of course, Thursday at nine is perfect.”

”Great! I’ll text you the address. You can come straight to the reception. Sheila will have your name and will let you through to the interview room. I look forward to meeting you.”

Y/N wished him a confident ‘me too’ and said goodbye, her heart still racing. She took a moment to bask in the reality of the situation. It felt so surreal— Y/N only ever dreamed of getting to work in such an amazing corporation, that too at such an amazing position. 

Suddenly, the sun wasn’t harsh like before and her drink was sweeter. The chatter of children nearby made her feel peaceful instead of irritated. She didn’t even find it in herself to care about Landon’s lack of communication as she excitedly dialled Niall’s phone and screamed the news into his unsuspecting ear. An unfamiliar sense of hope filled her heart. Maybe things would finally start to look up for Y/N.

-

The two days leading up to Thursday were the longest ever. Y/N was nervous and excited at the same time, jittery while she was at the cafe serving customers. Niall hyped Y/N up, mumbled a million ‘I told you so’s and tried to ease her nerves when she went on and on about what she should say at the interview.

She asked Mina to cover her Thursday morning shift and ran to the mall the night before to browse for a new blazer, wanting to dress professional but also cute. It was also a million degrees out, so she would probably only wear the blazer indoors for an hour or two, depending on how long the interview was.

She still hadn’t texted Landon about it. Maybe once the job was secured she would, but she didn’t want to get his hopes up just to shatter them if things somehow did not work out.

The morning of, Y/N was too nauseous to eat anything. She usually got that way when she was nervous or anticipating something, so her lack of appetite didn’t come as a shock. The top she wore clung to her body nicely, a light pink colour which matched the kitten heels she had on. The blazer and skirt were of the same dark grey colour, complementing each other nicely. She felt pretty with her hair done neatly and makeup light. Hopefully she made a good impression on Mitch and whoever she met.

Driving to the office was somewhat of a dream. Y/N never thought she would be in this position, especially with how things were looking the past few months. Constant disappointment almost rendered her hopeless, but she was proud of herself for sticking through it. Now, she prayed that she got the job and could finally stand on her own feet, with a job she rightfully earned. She felt giddy thinking about what it would be like if she got the job. She would hand in her notice to the cafe immediately. Then she’d call her mum and Landon. They would be so happy for her, she just knew it.

The place was gigantic— an intimidating building that loomed over her jittery body. Y/N stared up at it. It had to be at least forty storeys. She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to walk in, a smile gracing her features. Following Mitch’s instructions, Y/N went straight up to the lavish reception and caught Sheila’s attention. Sheila, who was gorgeous; long brown hair cascading down her back, and adorned in a baby blue dress. She flashed Y/N a friendly smile. “Hi! How can I help?”

”Hi, my name’s Y/N. I’m here for an interview. Mitch called me,” Y/N said. a look of recognition came across Sheila’s face as she grinned, “of course. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Just follow me through here.” Grapejuice Inc was just as grand on the inside as it was on the outside— immaculate architecture and wide, open spaces. There were large windows on all walls allowing sunlight to filter into the space, brightening up the area. Y/N followed Sheila to the elevator, “it’s the twenty second floor, fourth door to your right,” she informed Y/N easily. 

Doing as she was told, Y/N soon found herself outside of a large room with double doors. The hallway she was standing in was mostly empty, littered with artwork on both sides. It felt like no one was even on the floor, silence flooding the area. As soon she thought about knocking on the doors, they swung open and she was met with a tall, brunette man. 

He had long hair which was tied back neatly, and he smiled warmly at Y/N, “you must be Y/N,” he said, “my name’s Mitch. We spoke on the phone a couple of days ago.”

Y/N grinned and held out her hand, “right. Nice to meet you in person.” His handshake was solid— professional and perfected as he guided her into the room. It was a large room with a long conference table in the middle. On one side a bunch of papers were scattered. That was probably where Mitch was sitting. He motioned for her to take a seat across from him. A jug of water rested on the table along with a paper and pen. Y/N bit her nails into her palm to ground herself.

“Sorry about the mess. I’ve been doing these interviews all morning,” he started sheepishly. Y/N waved him away, “that’s okay. Don’t have to apologise.” Mitch cleared his throat, “let’s get started then…”

-

The interview ran for about an hour and a half. Y/N felt like Mitch was eating away at her brain, throwing a million questions at her at such a fast rate. She tried her best to answer diligently, taking her time to really think through what he was saying to give the best possible response. Y/N knew such opportunities were hard to come by, and she wanted to make the best of it.

The job he was describing was mostly administration stuff; keeping track of the CEO, Mr. Styles’, meetings, planning his trips, scheduling, filing, invoicing, organising. All the things she had mastered at school and during her internships. Mitch wanted Y/N to meet Mr. Styles in person, but he was away for a business conference in Japan. 

“Well, all I can say right now is that I’m really glad I called you, Miss L/N,” he said, resting his hands on the table, “this has been great.”

Y/N felt her face heating and smiled gingerly, “thank you.” 

“I know we spoke about this plenty, but keep this job description,” Mitch slid a piece of paper her way across the table, “feel free to familiarise yourself with it. I’ll have a chat with the team and let you know about the outcome of this interview latest by Monday.” He got up and held the door open for her, “thanks for coming in.”

Y/N shook his hand again and bid him goodbye, giddy as she walked out of the interview room and into the elevator. The sheet of paper was clutched between her fingers and she let out a deep breath. Although the interview was tiring, she was feeling hopeful about the job. Mitch was great and helpful, answering all of her questions easily and explaining the role to her in depth. She waved goodbye to Sheila and made her way out of the building, and when she was finally in the confines of her car, she squealed to herself; everything was slowly falling into place, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

-

Friday at three PM Y/N was at the cafe, mindlessly wiping down the counter. A startled Niall walked in from the back, “Y/N your phone was ringing. T’was an unknown number but I think they left an email or something.”

Y/N turned around in confusion. She saw as Niall stared down at her illuminating screen and tried to take her phone from him, “what? Who is it?” He furrowed his eyebrows, “it’s from someone called Mitch Rowland. I think… I think you got the job.” Her eyes widened, “you’re joking. Show me.”

He passed her the phone, and there it was. An email from Mitch. She read it over and over and over. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she realised she wasn’t dreaming. Y/N was going to be working at Grapejuice Inc. They wanted her as soon as possible. 

Niall saw her dazed face and squeezed her tightly, his arms near suffocating her, “I told you! I knew you could do it, so fucking smart you are,” he kissed her hair, “I’m so happy for you, pet. They’re gonna love you.” She peeled back from his chest and looked at him with her tear-soaked face, “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she laughed in disbelief, “this whole thing feels like a dream.”

-

If Harry didn’t know any better, he could probably be convinced that this was what heaven felt like.

The way he jabbed into the back of the pretty girl’s throat had him throwing his head back and moaning uncontrollably, and he felt like an angel was personally taking his hand and leading him to eden. His palm came down on the kitchen counter in front of him, the other hand weaving into her hair to pull her further on his cock, “oh, fuck me.” The girl beneath him, Sophie, gagged around him loudly and then popped off of him, strings of her saliva connecting her to him. She smirked up at him, twisting her hand over his length as she gave her mouth a break.

“Yeah? You like the way I suck your di—”

He didn’t bother to hear the end of her poorly executed attempt at dirty talk and groaned, shoving her back on his cock. The action took her by surprise, and a wet filthy sound came from her throat as she swallowed around him desperately. Harry whimpered a little, head falling back on his shoulders. He held her there for about twenty seconds, throbbing in her mouth and letting his hair tickle her nose. When he saw tears prickle in her eyes, he decided to let her off for a bit. He loosened his grip on her hair and opted to softly scratch his nails against her scalp as she returned to bobbing her head. 

It didn’t take much longer after that to make him come, a train of curses falling from his mouth as he held onto the counter tightly and whined, “fuck, fuck— Sophie, fu—” Hot, white ropes of his come spilled into her mouth which she took in willingly, eyes screwed shut and tongue out. He came for a while, and he came a lot; some of it dripping down the side of her mouth and on her chin. When he was finally done, his hand in her hair slipped to her jaw which he held tightly, prying her lips open.

Harry let a glob of his spit fall into her mouth, mixing in with his come on the well of her tongue. Sophie whined highly as he did, and moaned when Harry slapped her right cheek, soft enough that it didn’t seriously hurt her but hard enough that the zap went straight to her clit. He pushed her cheeks together and closed her mouth, “swallow.”

She did so obediently, before Harry backed up and let her stand to her full height. His eyes raked shamelessly over her figure, adorned in nothing but his office button up, legs bare and chin spit-slicked. Her blonde locks were a mess as she put her hands on his chest and giggled, “did you like that?”

Harry pulled her wrists off and thumbed at her cheek, “mhmm. I have to go to work,” he told her. Sophie pouted, “can’t you take one day off? You must be so tired after such a long flight…,” she ran her clean hand through his curls, “don’t go today? For me?”

He could have laughed in her face for that. If she thought she was anything more than an easy fuck for him, she was sorely mistaken. It didn’t matter that he had known her for over a year now— Harry didn’t date or commit. He hadn’t for a couple of years now. One night stands and fuck-buddies were more than enough to satiate his needs.

Sophie frowned when he stepped away from her and pulled his pyjama pants back up over his hips. He sighed, “I can’t stay, Sophie, I’ve a company to run.” She huffed and stomped her foot like a child, “but I missed you so much, H.” Her voice was nasally, suddenly annoying him to no end, especially when she tried to wrap her arms around him again. Harry dodged her and picked up his phone instead. “This was nice, Soph, but you have to go. I’ll call you a car and have Jared drop you off,” he patted her hip, “talk soon.”

He didn’t wait to hear her response and slipped upstairs to his large bedroom, shutting and locking the door in case she tried to follow him up. He really was tired and jet-lagged after the twelve hour flight. A couple of days off might do him some good, but as much as he hated to admit it, he was a workaholic who would choose a productive day at the office over a day off ninety percent of the time. He took a quick shower and got dressed, tugging on a crisp, dry-cleaned navy blue suit. His eyes flitted about his room as he sprayed on some cologne.

The sheets were awry and there were silk ties hanging off his headboard. Memories of the past night flooded his mind as he put on his cuff-links and gelled his hair. The way she felt around him, wet and soft, gushing on his cock. The way she tasted and writhed beneath him, coming over and over until Harry had to tie her down and force her to take what he gave her. Fucking her over and over again, bruise marks on her round ass, a warm mouth wrapped around his cock. It really was a lot of fun. 

After making sure he had his phone and wallet, Harry rushed down the stairs and was glad to see that Sophie had left. At least he was safe from another awkward goodbye where she would whine about her feelings for him and he would have to let her down gently. She kept saying Harry was leading her on, but he didn’t see how.

He told Sophie from the beginning that he only wanted sex and she was fine with it. The first time she alluded to any sort of feelings, Harry told her he wasn’t interested in that way. She was hurt and she cried a bit, (which was Harry’s worst nightmare because he really had no idea how to react in situations like that), but she still showed up the next time he called her. He just assumed she was over him. Harry was a huge perfectionist, and if he wanted a relationship, he would have to put a lot of time and effort into it for it to be the sort he was looking for; time that he unfortunately did not have, since he was so busy making sure Grapejuice Inc ran smoothly. 

As he left, he made sure to leave a note on his fridge for his cleaner letting her know that his sheets needed changing and the clothes on the floor needed to be dry cleaned. He put down what he wanted the chef to meal-prep for and called the elevator to go down to his car. He lived in the top floor penthouse apartment of a luxury accommodation in the middle of the city— a location which was convenient for him in more ways than one. It was close to where he worked, and he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city below him. The large windows in his place were his favourite since he could people-watch all he wanted (and he enjoyed the occasional fuck against it when it was dark enough).

He greeted Tomas, his driver, as he pulled the door open and let Harry into the car. They made small talk and Harry asked Tomas about his son who just started high school and his wife who was battling an illness. Tomas was Harry’s father’s driver as well, and he watched Harry grow up in front of him. He would drive Harry to daycare when he was a baby, soccer practice when he was a schoolboy, concerts when he was a teenager and now here he was, driving him to the same office he used to drive his father to. Harry felt oddly connected to Tomas, and couldn’t let him go no matter how much his age persisted.

They reached the building pretty quick and Harry thanked Tomas as he stepped out. Sheila smiled and greeted him as he walked in, and every cubicle he passed on his way to the elevator mumbled a ‘good morning, Sir.’

He made the familiar walk to his office, hand stuffed into his pocket and phone secure between his fingers. The lights were on, from what he could see from the outside, and the blurred glass made way for a figure standing right by his desk. Confusion lurked in Harry’s head as he wondered who could possibly be in his office without his permission. Without a second thought, he threw the door open and walked right in, “who are you?”

His voice was gruff and cold, a complete opposite to the sugary sight before him. Stood by his desk was a girl— a very pretty one, in fact. Big, round eyes looked at him, resembling a deer, and a plush mouth was left agape as she eyed him up and down. She was wearing a sweet ensemble; a pretty pastel blue dress that fell just past mid-thigh and had a tiny slit on it. Her hair was swept back over her neck, tamed and neat, perfect for an office atmosphere. 

He lingered his gaze on her as she straightened up from where she was bent over his desk and cleared her throat, “hi, Mr. Styles, it’s nice to finally meet you,” she extended a hand for him to shake, “I’m Y/N. Your new assistant.” The slight rise and fall of her chest gave her nerves away but her eye-contact never faltered. Her hand was warm and soft when he took it, and only then did the last-minute text from Mitch come back to him. 

By the way, you’ve got a new assistant starting this week. Be nice to her.

This was her. Of course. He gave her a firm handshake, “Harry.”

She smiled at him softly, a strand of her hair falling over her eye. Harry itched to tuck it behind her ear, maybe feel how soft her skin might be under her jaw, but he refrained. “I was just sorting out some of your files. I know you’ve been away so I—”

“What did you touch?”

He spoke sharply, eyebrows furrowed as he set his phone down on his desk and sat on his chair. “Just the documents in the filing drawers. I didn’t touch your desk, don’t worry.” Harry hummed. He watched as she stood in the middle of the room, twiddling her hands behind her back, “I… I colour coded and arranged them alphabetically. Cleaned up your schedule and added the reminders feature to your Teams as well,” she trailed off. She took his silence as her queue to continue. “I also re-recorded your voicemail for the phone and—”

“You can clean whatever you want, just don’t touch my desk. I take my coffee at nine, black, no milk and no sugar. Nine-fifteen, you’ll be in my office with my schedule. You will take orders from me and me only, and I should not have to buzz you twice if I need to see you. You’re off when I say you’re off, and don’t worry about lunch breaks, I tend to have them outside.”

He explained all this sternly, eyes sturdy and fixated on her. She let out a quiet breath and nodded, firm, “Noted. I’ll…” she glanced at the clock above his head. 8:47AM. “I’ll go and get your coffee, sir.”

With that, she smiled once again and scurried out of the room. Harry could tell she was a sweet little thing, just eager to please. Maybe it would be nice to have a pretty face in the office. His days might become less dull. He knew she was getting paid a lot for this job as his assistant, so he had a lot of expectations from her too. Hopefully she could bring a little warmth to his frigid reputation.

-

As the days passed with Y/N acting as Harry’s senior assistant, he had come to realise she executed the role much better than most of his previous assistants. The instructions he gave to her on the first day she seemed to have tattooed on her heart, and she stuck to them diligently. His coffee was at his desk everyday at nine sharp, she had a printed schedule she would read to him and then leave with him once she was done, she would organise some new cabinet of his or folder in his emails everyday and she was on top of his meetings and notes. Harry thought he might have to take Mitch out for a drink or something for managing to hire such an efficient assistant for him. 

On top of all that, she had a pretty face which Harry occasionally enjoyed to ogle at. Though he wasn’t one to mix business and pleasure, he figured a little eye-candy never hurt anyone. It was not like he would ever act upon it, no matter how badly he wanted to bend her over his desk and fuck the life out of her.

Today was one such day as she came in wearing a tiny little red dress and matching heels. It was like she walked right out of a hot office fantasy, pencil in her hair and glasses on her nose. She was wearing a blazer on top earlier, but she took it off soon after arriving at work.

When she was reading out his schedule and setting his coffee on his desk, Harry struggled to not stare shamelessly at her figure which filled out the dress just perfectly. A few minutes in, she dropped a pencil on the floor and Harry felt like a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first time as she bent to pick it up. 

Unsurprisingly, her pretty face didn’t go unnoticed by many. He realised that when they went into the monthly Senior Leadership Team meeting today, and most of the managers and team directors said hello to her tits first and then her face. It wasn’t even like the dress was provocative in any way— it was summer and a gazillion degrees out, Harry didn’t expect her to walk in wearing a wool jumper and sweats. Plus, the dress did cover most of her skin, it was just her legs that were bare, and that was only a little before her knees. Although Harry did think she was gorgeous (particularly today) he didn’t stare so blatantly and deliberately make her uncomfortable. 

Once they said their greetings to everyone, Y/N settled in next to Harry with her notebook and pen on the table before her. He could smell her since she was right beside him, warm vanilla and caramel, a sweet scent that could put him to sleep. She was really testing him today, and the worst part was that Harry didn’t think she knew she even had that effect on him and almost everyone she met.

 She asked him if he was okay when he didn’t move for a bit, to which Harry clenched his jaw and nodded tightly. Willing away his scandalous thoughts, Harry cleared his throat and pulled open the meeting notes Y/N prepared for him beforehand, “I hope you’re all having a good morning,” he looked around the room, “we’ve got a couple of important things to go over today, so make sure you’ve got your ears open. I need fresh ideas on the table…”

He listed off the BAU for the week and they went around the table to hear monthly updates from each of the department heads. Y/N penned every important detail vigorously with her lip between her teeth, but one particular discussion had her ears perking up. “I think it’s better if we stick to our suppliers in China and Bangladesh. It’s cost efficient and we’re meeting all of our KPIs,”  one of the team members spoke up. Harry watched as another retorted, “I understand that it’s cost efficient, but we have to draft our yearly financial report in two months where we have to talk about our suppliers and sustainability. Large shipments of textiles every year is anything but.”

Next to him, he could feel Y/N’s nervousness wafting off in waves as she sat up straight and cleared her throat. Her soft voice quietly followed, “I… I think we can try switching to internal suppliers instead of external,” she glanced around the room looking for reassurance and settled her eyes on Harry who nodded at her. Although it wasn’t in her exact line of work to advise on this matter, she was still a valued member of the team who brought new input to the company. She continued, “it would be good for our brand image and we won’t have to fabricate our annual report. It’ll be ethical and sustainable, and that’s what consumers are looking for nowadays. We can even market it a—”

“Who are you?” Jerry, one of the team heads, suddenly cut her off. His eyes dug daggers into hers as he raised his brows. Y/N stuttered, “Y/N…I—I’m Mr. Styles’ senior assistant. I just had a few ide—”

“Save it,” he raised his palm, dismissing her thought, “I was thin—”

Harry’s loud voice cut Jerry off, “I believe Miss L/N was saying something before you so rudely interrupted her, Jerry. I do not permit anyone but me to give orders to any of my personal staff. Next time, I suggest you learn how to respect your peers in a meeting before walking into an esteemed room such as this.”

Y/N’s chest rose and fell nervously as she watched the exchange with wide eyes. Jerry immediately dropped his shoulders and darted his eyes away from both Harry and Y/N, now looking down at his notebook, “apologies, Mr. Styles.”

“Don’t apologise to me. Apologise to her.”

Now it was Jerry’s turn to have wide eyes as he looked at Y/N, “but she’s a—”

“We don’t have a lot of time here.”

A few moments passed as Y/N twiddled with her hands and looked at Harry before looking back at Jerry who didn’t meet her eyes as he quietly mumbled, “sorry.” She smiled softly. “It’s okay.” Harry could feel the heat radiating off of her; her face had gone pink and she was squirmy under the attention of the whole meeting room. He decided to close the chapter, “good. Keep these etiquettes in mind next time you walk into another meeting. Y/N, draft your initiative and send it to Analytics. I want to see the pros and cons of switching to internal suppliers by next week. You’re all dismissed.”

-

The whole exchange at the meeting had Y/N’s heart beating like crazy as they left the conference room. “Are you okay?” Harry checked in on her as they walked to his office. “Yep.”

She didn’t want to bother Harry with her anxious thoughts and worry him more than he already was as a CEO of such a big company. Her heart was still racing, “I’m gonna go for a quick walk,” she told Harry before grabbing her phone and heading to the elevators. Hopefully a little fresh air would do her some good. As she stepped outside into the bustling city, she took a deep breath and began walking to the courtyard where there was a big water fountain. She liked sitting by it and hearing the pitter-patter of the water. Her phone pinged when she sat down. It was Landon. The notification made her heart drop just slightly. Ever since she told him about her new job, he had been very distant. There was an initial excitement, but then he asked her how much she was getting paid. That’s when things went downhill. Grapejuice Inc was a big firm, and she had an important position. Her bank account was going to fatten up a little, but his reaction just had her a little disappointed.

Plus he kept asking her all these questions about the people she worked with, and not in a cool, interesting way. It was very stalker-ish and accusatory. She didn’t like it one bit. With a sigh, she ignored the message and shut her eyes, feeling the breeze against her face and trying to forget what happened in the meeting today.

-

About a week later, Y/N finally began feeling more comfortable in her role. She was getting to know Harry’s needs better and better as the days passed, and she tried her best to exceed his expectations as much as she could. Ever since he stood up for her in the meeting, she felt like she owed him that at least. It had been a long week at the office, with Harry slipping in and out of meetings which Y/N had to join him for, so she was particularly happy today as the week ended and the weekend approached.

She set her stuff down on her desk when they walked out of the last meeting of the week, “I’m just gonna get a coffee really quick. Did you want anything?” Harry was distracted by his phone, his eyes never straying as he walked past her.

“I’m alright, thanks,” he replied. Once he was in the confines in his office, Y/N let out a deep breath. Her hands slid down her skirt as she made her way to the office kitchen on the third floor, walking in to see a handful of people heating up lunches and waiting for the coffee machine. She reached up to get a cup and was startled when she suddenly felt a presence behind her. 

A very unladylike yelp left her mouth as she turned to see the same guy she saw at Bluebird cafe a couple of weeks ago. “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!” 

She held a hand to her chest and closed her eyes, a long breath escaping her lips, “you scared the living daylights out of me.” The man chuckled and backed up giving her space to lean back against the counter. “Sorry… though the sound you made was quite funny.” Y/N rolled her eyes and faked a dry laugh.

He grinned as he looked at her, before she saw his eyes narrowing, “wait, you’re the girl from the cafe a while ago. You made those twenty six drinks for the annual conference.” Y/N watched as realisation dawned upon him and he examined her like she was a bug under a microscope, “yeah. I remember you, mister so-nervous-I’m-shaking.”  She watched as his cheeks turned pink. He looked down, making his dark hair flop over his forehead, “yeah. It was a big meeting, but they all really liked the drinks, so thank you for that.” It was then Y/N noticed how tall he was, towering over her with his brown eyes peering down at her.

“No problem. It was kind of my job at the time so…” Y/N turned to use the coffee machine, leaving him still blushing and staring at his shoes. She followed the prompts on the machine until her desired coffee poured out of the snout. “You’re Mr. Styles’ new assistant aren’t you?” He asked from behind her. Y/N hummed and nodded. “What’s your name?”

He giggled again, “oh right. I totally forgot to introduce myself. I’m Logan, I’m an administration coordinator.” Logan held out a hand for her to shake which she took, smiling, “nice to meet you, Logan. I’m Y/N.”

“I heard about what happened in the meeting last week,” this had Y/N turning around fully to look at him, an eyebrow raised, “word travels surprisingly fast in an office like this.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know what he expected her to say after making that statement. She kind of hated that the first thing he associated her job title to was the speck of drama that went down in the meeting. Her heart hurt a little— she wanted to be recognised for more than just some petty spectacle.

Next to Y/N, another girl stood by the second coffee machine. She must have been listening to their conversation because she spoke up first, “we all heard what happened. Not gonna lie, it was a little bit shocking to hear that Mr. Styles told Jerry off  for talking down to an assistant. He usually loves Jerry.”

Y/N’s lips parted, “he didn’t tell anyone off, he just… told him to somtimes let other people have the floor in meetings. It’s common manners.”

The girl smirked, “Mr. Styles doesn’t do that for just anyone. He’s very… cold.” Y/N furrowed her brows, “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say to me.” The blonde only scoffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder, “oh, I think it’s very clear what I’m trying to say. One doesn’t just score a job like yours and become Mr. Styles’ favourite little pet,” she raked her eyes up and down Y/N’s body, “compensation has to be… paid, somehow.”

What she was implying had Y/N’s stomach churning. Not only did she feel utterly disgusted at such an accusation, but she was hurt beyond belief. The words were disrespectful and not true. Y/N did not work her ass off to get into Grapejuice Inc just for it to be reduced to nothing by some employee.

Just as she was going to retort back with something fiery, a deep voice beat her to it, “I hope this little party is about the new marketing strategy your team is implementing, Becca.” Y/N turned to see Harry standing in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. The blonde girl— Becca’s eyes widened, “Mr. Styles! Yes, I was just asking Logan ab—”

“I hate a fibber.”

Becca stammered over her words. “Sorry, Mr. Styles. I was just getting back to my desk.”

“Good,” Harry said, stopping her in her tracks, “I also hate petty gossip, especially in my office. If I hear another word of false accusations about anyone from anyone’s mouth, you’ll be hearing from HR.”

Y/N raised her brows at his comment and saw how Logan passed her a look of surprise as well. Becca mumbled a ‘sorry’ and left the kitchen soon after, scurrying past Harry. He didn’t even spare a glance her way as he looked at Y/N. “Get back to work.” 

“Yes, Mr. Styles.” She told Logan goodbye before leaving the kitchen. Her coffee was clutched tightly in her hands the whole way to her desk as she wondered what the fuck her day had been.

-

It was later on the same day as Y/N sat at her desk with her head in her hands. She had a long tiring day running around in meetings and scheduling appointments for next week. Plus, Becca’s earlier comments still weighed heavy in her mind. The words affected her more than she would like to admit. On top of all of that, Landon was still being cold over text. He gave her one-word answers after leaving her on delivered for ages. She was wracking her brain trying to figure out why he was acting this way— was it jealousy? Or did he just miss her? She hoped it was the latter.

Her head was pounding and she glanced at the clock to see it was six PM. Way past her home time. She just had so much to do. The pressure got to her head as she dug her fingers into her scalp, trying to relieve some pain. Things only got worse when she felt tears prickle her eyes and spill past her waterline. She just felt so stupid.

She felt pathetic crying at her workplace and letting her tears stain her to-do list which was littered with a bunch of little tasks. Taking a few breaths to contain herself, she didn’t even notice when Harry stepped out of his office for a breather. Her sniffling caught his attention. “Miss L/N? What are you still doing here?”

She quickly wiped her tears and straightened up, “I was just finishing a few things up,” she mumbled. She kept her head low but Harry saw right through her. The whole building was dark and quiet as everyone had gone home. The only light on her desk was from her lamp. Harry leaned against it and looked down at Y/N. “Y/N,” he called her by her first name, “what’s wrong? Are you… are you crying?”

A dry chuckle left her mouth. Her wet eyes met his and his shoulders deflated. This was his nightmare situation. He was the worst at comforting people. His hips shifted nervously. “A—are you alright?”

“Clearly no.” She shook her head and looked down into her lap, cheeks heating up. Harry didn’t want to overstep any boundaries but he also couldn’t just leave her sobbing at her desk. “Do… you wanna talk about it?”

She shot him an incredulous look. Even if she did want to talk about it, her boss was not the ideal person. Y/N tried to dismiss him without hurting his feelings. “I’m fine, really,” she sniffled and wiped one more tear. Although Harry was terrible with emotions, he wasn’t an idiot. Clearly something was bothering her to the extent that she had to cry at her desk. He sighed, deciding to ask one more time, “are you sure?”

If it was him in her shoes, he’d probably tell the other person to fuck off and mind their own business, just because he was terrible at being vulnerable. But this was Y/N— sweet Y/N who brightened up his mornings with her pretty smile. He might not know her too well, but he knew she had a good heart.

A long breath escaped her nose as she shut her eyes and held a hand on her forehead, “I just… it’s just been a lot recently.”

Harry’s eyes widen, “is it the workload? You can tell m—”

“No! No, it’s not that. Things have been shaky in my personal life and I… I can’t stop thinking about this morning with Becca a—”

“Did she say something again?” He cut her off, stern. Y/N’s head snapped up, “not after you warned her, no. But before you came she said some nasty things which obviously weren’t true and I can’t get them out of my head. It’s stupid.”

She sniffled and Harry frowned. He heard the conversation just as he was approaching the kitchen. Becca’s words were sharp enough to hurt someone, especially someone as educated and well-performing as Y/N. Harry knew what it was like when people tried to blame your success on things like sex and connections, having been from a big family. Older CEOs and managers often under-estimated him, assuming he was where he was because of his family. That just wasn’t true. He worked really hard to be where he was. It wasn’t like his father made it easy on him.

He took a step closer and hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder. The touch was awkward but he wanted to offer her some form of comfort, “what she said was obviously not true,” he watched as she winced, realising he heard the conversation, “it shouldn’t matter what she says. Or what anyone says. You can’t get hung up on petty things like that if you want to go far in this line of work. People will always talk down and project their failures on you but you can’t let that get you. Unless you want to get walked all over.”

Y/N’s shoulder burned where he touched her, his palm almost electric. Physical touch was something she rarely got since Landon was so far away, and really, how clingy could she be with Niall before he got pissed? She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, “yeah,” sniffle, “yeah. You’re right.”

Harry watched as she closed her eyes and composed herself. He slowly took his hand off of her, noticing how she deflated with… disappointment?

A few moments passed and he heard her tummy grumble loudly. The sound brought a small barely-there smile to his lips as she blushed furiously, “sorry, I—”

“Why are you apologising? For having normal human functions? Have you not eaten yet?”

Y/N shook her head, twiddling with her hands. Not only was she embarrassed that she cried in front of her boss, but her stomach’s loud protests had her all red. She didn’t have time to get lunch today since she was so busy, running on coffees all day. Harry sighed, “c’mon. We’ll go get something to eat.”

Her eyes widened, “wh–what?”

Harry raised his brows, “let’s go.”

She couldn’t say anything after that as Harry left to grab his coat and phone from his office. Y/N watched as he shrugged it on, admiring his biceps bulging against the button up. The soft, dim lighting of the area wasn’t making things any easier. He cleared his throat, snapping her out of her thoughts, “I’ve called for Tomas, my driver.”

Nodding, Y/N grabbed her purse and phone. They took the lift together. There was an odd tension as they stood silently, stealing glances at each other occasionally. Y/N played with her fingers in the oddly long ride, filling the silence by humming quietly. Harry smiled to himself upon hearing her.

When they reached, he led her out and towards the car Tomas brought out front. Tomas smiled at both of them and Y/N shook his hand. His stare lingered on her puffy eyes but he didn’t say anything. “I hope you like Italian,” Harry murmured. He opened the door and let her sit first and then followed. There was a whole seat empty between them where Y/N settled her purse. She still couldn’t process what was happening as she nodded at his words.

“La Vita Vino, please, Tomas.”

“Yes, sir.”

A couple of beats of silence passed. Harry’s face was illuminated by his phone as he scrolled. In the meantime, Y/N’s lip faced the wrath of her anxiety. She decided to speak up, “you really don’t have to do this, Mr. Styles. I—I’m very grateful but I hate putting you through so much troubl—”

“It’s no trouble.”

He shut his phone and glanced at her. Just the look had her skin burning. Y/N blamed the nerves.

“Okay.”

A car honked.

“Thanks though,” Y/N said.

“You’re welcome.”

The rest of the drive was silent. Y/N saw how Tomas spared glances at the two of them, eyes lingering on the empty seat between them. She might have seen him smile, but that could be her imagination. She was feeling quite out of it, especially after that cry.

They soon arrived at a beautiful restaurant. It had soft, yellow lighting and an outdoor patio. It was oddly romantic for a CEO-personal assistant dinner, but Y/N bit her tongue. Just the fact that he bothered to take her out meant so much to her. She didn’t want to ruin the moment with anything. She said thanks to Tomas as he held the door open for her.

When they walked in, Y/N couldn’t help but look around in awe. It had a gorgeous interior with intimate seating. She watched as Harry walked up to the hostess and requested his ‘regular’ table. The hostess smiled, “of course, Mr. Styles.”

Y/N saw as Harry followed the waitress, looking back at her, “c’mon.”

She was snapped out of her daze, allowing the hostess to lead them to a small table around the back. Thankfully it wasn’t candle-lit. That would make the dinner look like something it most definitely was not. The hostess pulled out a seat for Y/N and then Harry. “Can I get you started with some wine, sir?”

Harry glanced at Y/N, “any preferences?’

“Oh, I don’t drink,” she bit her lip. His brows dipped just slightly but he didn’t say anything. “I’ll have a serving of Masseto, please.”

“Of course, sir. Perhaps water for the missus?”

Y/N’s eyes almost shot out of her skull when she heard the hostess. She stammered over her words, “Oh, we—I’m not—”

“Yes, please.”

The hostess smiled and left, promising to come back with their drinks. As she left, Y/N turned to Harry, still flustered, ‘“sorry! I don’t know why she said that.” He looked at her like she was crazy, “why are you apologising?” He repeated for the second time that night, “it’s not like you told her to say that.”

Her mouth shut at that. She relaxed into the seat, still unable to meet his eyes, “yeah… I guess you’re right.”

Harry hummed approvingly. He slid a menu towards her to have a look at. Wordlessly, she picked it up and scanned the items. They were all crazy expensive— almost a week's worth of her wages for one dish. Plus, she could barely even read some of these names. Nervously she glanced at Harry, “what do you usually get?”

“I like their Agnolotti del Plin,” he said, not looking up from the menu. She put hers down and sighed. His eyebrows furrowed as he met her eyes, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll get what you’re having. The agnal thing.”

“Agnolotti del Plin?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

The waitress came back to their table and asked them if they were ready to order. Y/N let Harry do the talking, afraid to mispronounce anything. She watched in awe as the Italian rolled off his tongue so easily. The waitress nodded and told them she’d be back with their dishes soon. When Harry turned back to her, his brows were still furrowed.

“Have you… ever had Agnolotti del Plin?”

“... yes,” she lied.

“Oh. Right.”

It was silent again. Their dynamic was so odd that Y/N didn’t know how to make conversation with him. What would they even talk about?

“Do you feel better?” He referred to her earlier breakdown. A breath escaped her mouth, “yes. Thank you Mr. Styles.”

“I don’t want to pry, but if there’s anything you want to talk about…” Harry said. Getting the sentence out was a feat. He was smart enough to know that talking about your feelings helped you feel better but he didn’t know what he would do once she started talking. Should he be touching her shoulder again? Rubbing her arm for comfort?

“I don’t want to bother you with my problems.”

“It’s no bother, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked. But I understand if you don’t want to talk.”

“Thanks,” she said for the millionth time that night. She wasn’t quite ready to spill her guts in front of her boss yet, no matter how vulnerable the crying made her seem. They remained quiet until the food was placed before them.

The dish was amazing— ravioli packed with smoked pigeon and covered in truffle sauce. It was when she smelled it that she realised how truly hungry she was. Once it was presented to her, she had her head down, engrossed in the food. Harry could understand completely. He himself was starving when he walked out of his office earlier. The only reason he really left was to go see if there was anything in the office fridge he could snack on.

About midway through their meal, her phone pinged. She ignored it when it went off once. But then it pinged again and again and again. Ignoring it for the sake of having good manners, Y/N turned it over and tried to continue with the meal, except it began pinging even more. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, putting her fork down and picking up her phone. It was Landon.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared down at the texts. He demanded to know where she was since she hadn’t texted him in a couple of hours. She couldn’t believe the audacity of the man; he didn’t respond to any of her texts all day and still expected her to continue texting him even after he made it clear he didn’t want to speak to her. Her irritated expression didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah… yeah, it’s just my boyfriend.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You have a boyfriend?” He blurted out.

Y/N met his rounded eyes. “Yes. We’re long distance.”

“Oh.”

“He’s been weird ever since I started working at Grapejuice Inc,” Y/N continued. “I don’t know. It’s just stressing me out, I guess.”

Harry hummed. It wasn’t his place to say, but he knew that if a relationship was stressing someone out, then it probably wasn’t healthy. He bit his tongue when he saw her furrowed brows. She huffed and put her phone on silent, not bothering to respond as she went back to her food. 

They finished eating soon after. Y/N insisted on splitting the bill but Harry looked at her like she had grown a second head, snatching the bill from her hands. He slid his platinum card inside and gave it to the waitress who found their exchange amusing. After she brought them the receipt, Harry called Tomas to come up front. “Where do you live?” He looked at her expectantly and held the door open for her. 

“Oh, just down nine and fifth avenue. It’s the house with the purple mailbox.”

Tomas nodded at her words and began driving. This time, Y/N had her purse in her lap. Her hand  was resting on the middle seat. Harry was looking out of the window as they sat in silence. She admired him for a little while, appreciating the cut of his jaw and his plump lips. It was almost aggravating how pretty he was. His hand, ringed and tattooed with a cross by his thumb, rested on the middle seat as well.

His eyes never wavered from where they looked outside at the passing lights. Y/N shut her eyes and rested her head back against the seat. It had been an insane day and she couldn’t wait to go home and get under her covers. She must have relaxed a little too much, though, because a few moments later she felt her pinky collide with his. Surprisingly, neither of them jumped at the feeling. His hand was warm and her heart was racing.

They grazed each other again. For a second, Y/N felt his pinky rest completely on top of hers, though he didn’t stop gazing out the window. They both jumped as Tomas suddenly sneezed, pulling their hands away. Harry cleared his throat and Y/N told Tomas ‘bless you.’ The whole interaction had her breathing erratic and lip worried.

She finally recognised her street when they turned around the familiar corner. A grateful smile graced her features. She thanked Tomas first and then turned to Harry. She was immensely thankful for his comfort and for providing her with a full belly by treating her to such a luxurious meal. “Thank you, Mr. Styles. I had a great time and I feel so much better.”

He met her smile with a small one. “It was my pleasure. Have a good night, Miss L/N.”

“Night.”

-

Y/N relayed the night's details to Niall the next morning over coffee. He gasped dramatically and went on and on about how this was Y/N’s ‘romcom’ moment and that she was the main character who had a hot CEO boss obsessed with her. Y/N only laughed at how ridiculous he was, smacking his head when he wouldn't shut up and began narrating detailed, graphic, office fantasies that he most probably saw in some cheap porno.

“It doesn’t matter, Ni. I have a boyfriend,” was what she told him, trying to brush him off. “A boyfriend who lives a million miles away and doesn’t care if you live or die.” Those words did make her frown a little bit. Maybe Landon was a little bit weird and possessive, but surely he would care if Y/N dropped dead out of nowhere. She tried to give no weight to Niall’s words. She had enough on her plate to worry about.

When she finally decided to confront Landon, he demanded she tell him where she was last night. Y/N lied and said she was having dinner with Niall, but Landon didn’t even like that response. Any friend of Y/N that was a male was automatically disliked by Landon. It was a stupid habit of his, but then Y/N put herself in his shoes and thought about how she would feel if he began hanging out with a bunch of girls. It would leave a sour taste in her mouth but would she really react like he did? So dramatic and accusatory?

She tried her best to ignore the pestering thoughts as she walked into work the following Monday. She wondered if the air between her and Harry would be any different now that he had seen her in such a vulnerable state. But then again, he was known for his cold exterior, so maybe not. She took a deep breath as she walked in with his coffee in hand at exactly nine AM. He was busy on the phone and typing something on his computer at the same time, sparing her a glance and a small nod.

Whispering a small ‘good morning’, Y/N set the coffee down on his table. It was then she realised how dark and stuffy it was in his office. He probably forgot to open up the windows again on Friday before leaving. Deciding to open them up to encourage some air circulation, she walked behind Harry’s desk. The blinds were behind his chair and Y/N tried to squeeze herself between the small gap to open them up. Harry was too preoccupied on the phone to notice her.

The space was quite narrow so she had to really get in there to get the blinds open, stretching slightly and getting on her tippy-toes. Behind her, she heard Harry put the phone down. Suddenly, she felt as she lost her footing, a yelp escaping her mouth as she prepared to collapse face-first on the floor.

Except she didn’t collapse.

A firm, warm pair of hands settled on her waist, preventing her from face-planting into the floor. She was standing in between Harry’s legs, leaning over him so his breath washed over her face. Her hands were planted on his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there and he held her waist tightly. Her breath was stolen from her lungs.

“You okay?”

For some reason, she struggled to tear her gaze away from his mouth as he spoke, mesmerised by the way his lips moved. She almost relaxed into his hold. “Y–yeah. Thanks.” Now it was Harry’s turn to stare at her mouth. He met her eyes, then her lips, then her eyes, then her lips. They were painted pink and parted, practically begging Harry to kiss them. It was like he couldn’t help it as he leaned in closer— like her lips personally called to him to be tasted.

His thumbs dug into her ribs. She made a small sound which sounded awfully close to a whimper. That was ultimately what pushed him over the edge as he threw all resolve out of the door and caved in to the taste of her mouth. He had been thinking about what she might taste like for the longest time now, the night at the restaurant not making things any easier as her mouth plumped up in constant pouts.

Now, though, Harry was in heaven. She was sweet, like mango juice as he kissed her more firmly, letting her relax in his hold. His grip on her waist was all that was holding her up now as she suckled on his bottom lip and grabbed his shoulders harder.

This was so, so wrong. It was so inappropriate for him to be making out with his assistant in his office, lost in the taste of her and the sight of her in that little floral sundress. He groaned against her when she slid her tongue into his mouth. Her movements were bolder than he expected as she bit his lip softly.

The shrill sound of his phone ringing was what made them part, a filthy sound resounding when they pulled away, and strings of spit connected their mouth. He looked into her eyes as she wiped his mouth with her thumb and finally stood up. She looked flustered and fucked out— cheeks flushed and lips spit-slicked. Her dress had ridden up but she quickly pulled it down. Harry tried desperately to will his hard-on away, eyes never leaving hers despite the sound of his phone ringing in the office.

She was a little out of breath, “you… you should probably get that.”

He nodded, snapped out of his daze. “Yes. Yep. I’ll, uh… I’ll get that.”

“Cool.” Cool?

Turning on her heel, she left his office. When the door shut behind her, Y/N slid a hand through her hair and bit her thumb. She just made out with her hot CEO boss. In his office.

Although the kiss was amazing and her heart was racing, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. She had a whole boyfriend who trusted her to remain loyal and this was what she decided to do? Her heart sank a little in her chest, but she realised it didn’t outweigh the giddiness in her body and wetness between her thighs, all because of a little kiss. She groaned.

Y/N was fucked.

-

It was nearing lunch-time and Harry was still hung up on that fucking kiss. He felt so stupid for letting himself slip like that. How could he have made such a big mistake? Getting hot with your employees was one of the biggest no-nos of being in-charge of running a whole company. 

But he just couldn’t deny how good it felt.

How nice she tasted, how she felt under his hands. The sounds she made and her confidence as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She was exactly how he thought she would be— addicting. He couldn’t stop thinking about her; not as he went about his day to numerous meetings, attended a morning tea and interviewed an important client.

His every thought started and ended with her ever since she cursed him with that fucking mouth. Soft, warm, wet… he could only imagine how she felt in other places. Running a hand down his face, Harry sighed heavily. This wasn’t healthy. He had to either stop thinking about her or figure out a way to deal with this situation head on. Somehow the latter seemed easier.

He thought back to a couple nights ago when she was stressed and crying right in front of him. He knew the poor girl had a lot going on in her life, and with her boyfriend being long distance, he assumed she didn’t have a lot of means to release some of her frustrations. Plus, from what she told him, her boyfriend sounded like an absolute shit-bag so Harry automatically assumed he wouldn’t be able to give Y/N the satisfaction she needed anyway.

Pacing in his office, a crazy idea popped into Harry’s head.

Since just buying her dinner made her so happy and stress-free, Harry wondered what else he could do for her to make her feel good again. He wasn’t just thinking about pleasuring her anymore. He wanted to spoil her. He wanted to make her feel special. Not only would it help with her frustrations, but it would be a good outlet for him as well. It was not like he had plans to marry and start a family soon and he had heaps of money just sitting in his bank accounts. Money that had no use apart from paying for his bills and groceries.

Money he was willing to spend and that would probably be appreciated more elsewhere.

He wanted to propose an arrangement to Y/N, like the business-man he was. He’ll spoil her to the ends of the world, till her heart’s content— till he pleases. In return he would request her time and affections. In the way he craves, like a starved man. It was crazy to think that just the touch of her lips was driving him to take such steps— he felt like a spell had been cast on him. He had to see her. He had to tell her.

Finally deciding to grow a pair, Harry threw his door open and strutted out of his office, hair messy thanks to his fingers and eyes wide. However, his stomach sank when he turned to see if Y/N was at her desk.

The good part was that she was there like he hoped, looking all pretty in her sundress and hair left down. The bad part was that there was a blonde man standing before her, handing her a bouquet of flowers and pulling her in for a kiss.

The same lips he kissed mere hours ago.

The same waist he caressed was being hugged tightly as the boy lifted her off her feet and she smiled into his mouth, blinded to the shattering of Harry’s heart as he stood there by the door, disappointment overcoming his hard features.

-

Kissing Landon was very different to kissing Harry.

Whereas Harry met Y/N gently, like she was made of glass, puckered his lips tenderly and pressed sweet little pecks against her pouty mouth, Landon was quite… harsh. His arm slithered around her waist the same time he kissed her; rough, oddly possessive and a little painful, if she was being honest. He smashed his mouth into her teeth too hard, and paired with the grip he had on her waist, Y/N almost felt like she was being punished for some horrific crime.

And well, now that she pondered over it, maybe she deserved a distasteful kiss. She wasn’t really the ideal girlfriend these past couple of days which she spent daydreaming about her hot CEO boss, wondering what his soft words and lingering touches meant. Then when he kissed her mere hours before Landon surprised her, for those couple of minutes, the fact that Y/N even had a boyfriend slipped her mind completely. All she could think about was the strong, caring man in front of her, kissing her with so much passion and his hands on her sides, which pressed into the warm skin, bunching up her dress, and maybe if the phone didn’t ring and they didn’t have to stop, he would have pulled her onto his lap and slipped his fingers beneath her dress—

She was truly a terrible person.

She was a horrible, nasty, disgusting person for cheating on her poor unsuspecting boyfriend and kissing another man behind his back. The moment she stepped outside of his office, breathless with swollen lips, guilt swarmed her belly and made her insides turn black. Like she was rotten. And she felt rotten, but that wasn’t the worst part. Something else dug into her whirlwind of a brain, rattled her bones and made her breath tremble. 

Despite the guilt that ate away at her heart, Y/N couldn’t deny that she liked it.

She liked the way he latched onto her bottom lip, and she liked the way he held her like she was going to slip away if he loosened for even a second. She liked the sounds he made and she liked the look in his eyes when she pulled away— hazy, like he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her spit-slicked lips. And perhaps she liked all of these things a little too much… perhaps they outweighed the guilt in her tummy.

God, she was just an awful human. She spent the next three hours following the kiss internally fighting herself over this dilemma, going back and forth feeling guilty and then feeling horny. Her panties were uncomfortably soaked and she had to make an embarrassing trip to the mall by the office just to grab a new pair of underwear— over a fucking kiss.

A kiss. That was literally it. They didn’t do anything further, he didn’t slide his hands between her legs, didn’t kiss down her neck— just showered her in honeyed purses of his lips and she was such a fucking mess. In her defence, she hadn’t been touched in any way in a long, long time. With Landon living ages away, Y/N often had to go months upon months without any physical affection. Even when they did get to spend time together, he didn’t let their kisses get too frisky. Didn’t let it progress to anything further, no matter how much she wanted.

She asked him about it too, but he would always go on some long spiel about how he was saving it for marriage and how amazing their first night together would be once they were husband and wife and they could finally have sex. Outwardly, she’d agree. Landon was always sort of sentimental— someone who was sensitive and wanted everything to have some deep meaning they could uncover together.

But Y/N was only just a girl. She had needs. Needs which her boyfriend was not meeting and needs for which her vibrator was just not enough anymore! That was why she was so ready to take things further with Harry. She wouldn’t have minded if he yanked her on his lap and grinded her against his bulge. She wouldn’t have minded if he touched her ass and pushed her dress up, tucked his fingers into her panties an—

This was becoming a problem. Her fucking boyfriend was standing right in front of her yet all she could think about was what Harry’s palms would feel like on her thighs. 

Her fucking boyfriend was standing right in front of her and— wait. Why was he standing right in front of her?

Her jaw dropped when he stepped out of the elevators and came into her view; tall, beaming, blonde hair pushed back and a bouquet of roses in his hands. Her jaw stayed dropped when he sauntered towards her, one arm stretched wide like he was presenting himself, “surprise!”

And then:

“Oh my god! Landon!”

She stopped lagging and forced herself to a stand, watching as he jogged towards her and engulfed her into his chest. Landon felt familiar. He was warm, sturdy, built with strong muscles and broad shoulders which she wrapped her arms around. Citrus and musk invaded her senses; a scent which usually brought her comfort. Usually reminded her of home and date nights, cuddles and walks in the park.

Now it made her sick. Nauseous. Her stomach had been churning ever since she left Harry’s office that morning and his harsh cologne was not helping. Her nose was squished into his neck and his arms were wrapped around her like cling-film, nearly smothering her. She felt like she was suffocating, and she would have, had she not put her hands on his chest and gently shoved him off of her. Then came the initial shock, “wh–what are you doing here? How did y—”

“I wanted to surprise you, sweets. I missed you and I barely heard from you. Are you not happy to see me?” 

Now, how could Y/N ever tell him she was anything but?

Y/N met Marigold during her first year of university.

She was a nervous mess, anxious about moving to a whole new city, surrounded by completely new people. When she was in high school, everyone would always rave about how fun and freeing university would be. Stories about large friend groups and parties every weekend had Y/N hoping she would contort into some kind of friendly and approachable version of herself so she could also experience uni like most people made it out to be.

Thankfully, the universe had been on her side that first day on campus, probably pitied by her trembling hands and permanent frown. Anyone within a 10 metre radius of Y/N could have sensed that her nerves were on fire.

Soon enough that fire was consoled, and the universe sent her a cheeky wink and a sly smile; because the day she walked into her dorm, she found a teary Marigold wrapped in the arms of her father.

Marigold was pretty like her name— her hair was buttery, eyes like drops of honey and she had a smile that was entirely too contagious. Everything about her was beautiful. She was gorgeous and outgoing, an extrovert who practically pounced on Y/N the second she stepped into the room. 

In the beginning, Y/N was quite wary of her; she found that usually people who were too friendly too soon were often compensating for a more sour part of their persona that they planned to reveal later down the road.

But being around Marigold was just so easy.

Talking to her was easy and befriending her was easy. People like her were like magnets— guys and girls both practically drooling at her feet at every given moment. It wasn’t a surprise she had everyone wrapped around her perfect, manicured finger, and one of those that fell victim to her charms was the one and only Harry Styles.

Harry Styles was notorious on campus for jumping from girl to girl and bed to bed— a sex-driven man who no matter how many people he slept with in a month, was the star in every man and woman’s wet dream.

At one point, Y/N might have thought he was cute. The first time she saw him was at a party where he was (surprise surprise) pressed up against a pretty redhead, twirling her hair around his finger and whispering things in her ear. He was gorgeous; with green eyes that marbleized into hues of brown and golden, chocolate locks that swirled over his forehead and a tall, lean build littered in tattoos.

One had to be either blind or a liar to say he wasn’t attractive.

And Y/N enjoyed ogling him for a while as well.

Until he began seeing Marigold.

After Y/N and Marigold moved in together, they naturally became really close friends, thanks to the forced proximity within their tiny space. Close friends turned into best friends, and with all best friendships, Y/N had to hear about the nitty gritty details of her friend’s love life.

Although she would attempt to listen with newfound enthusiasm every time Marigold had a new lover, once Harry came into the mix, things began getting more interesting. The most sought after boy on campus was seeing her best friend— the situation practically begged for a hot goss sesh.

Marigold set the scene for Y/N about how he approached her for the first time at a party, passed a number of compliments her way and kissed her after a couple of dances. His pretty mouth casted a spell on her, and she didn’t stop blabbering about how amazing and hot he was for the next week and a half, which was when Harry showed up at their dorm with a bouquet of flowers and asked Marigold to be his girlfriend.

No matter how off Harry’s aura made her feel, Y/N had to force herself to be happy for Marigold.

And she was for a while! In the beginning, things were looking up for the new couple.

Word was getting around the campus that Marigold had tied Harry down— the boy was ready to settle into a serious relationship with Y/N’s best friend. His commitment issues and inability to keep his dick in one place suddenly vanished.

And maybe it did for a month.. or two… and then when the third month rolled around… well, everyone sat silly with their foot in their mouth.

A sobbing and shaking Marigold laid in Y/N’s lap within less than six months of her seeing Harry.

“He told me he loved me, Y/N.”

“Does he not think I’m pretty?”

“Was I never enough for him?”

All these questions to which Y/N had no answer to but to stroke her friends back and reassure her of how perfect she was; that Harry was an idiot for cheating on her— that any man would be stupid to let someone like Marigold go.

All of her friends' tears told a separate story. Some new torture that Harry put Marigold through was revealed with every fat, salty drop that dribbled down her cheeks.

Marigold was quick to spill that not only did the boy cheat on her after claiming he was in love with her, but he was a toxic asshole who tried to control every single aspect of her life. Marigold had to dress how he liked, spoked only to people who he “approved” of, clean out her social media followings, and keep him updated about her whereabouts at all times.

The worst part was Y/N had no fucking clue her best friend was being put through this. 

Harry had convinced (gaslit) Marigold into believing that everything he did was for the best of her and really, what good was she if Harry wasn’t by her side?

It was safe to say that after hearing Marigold shyly tell her about Harry’s “rules”, Y/N vowed to despise Harry for the rest of her life.

The mere sight of him ticked her off and she aided her best friend in getting over him by consistently reminding her of all the crap he put her through. Like just the fact that he treated her that way wasn’t enough and Marigold had to be reminded every time about exactly how he hurt her.

A semester passed; and then two. 

Time really was the best medicine, as a year later Marigold slowly got over the cancer that was Harry and Y/N learned to live with her infinite hatred for the man.

Y/N avoided him like the plague— blocked him on all her social media and would say no to hang out with any mutual friends the two might have at the risk that she might see him.

And she was doing really well embarking on this little mission of hers! 

Until she bumped into him 14 months later at a house party in celebration of the end of the semester.

She didn’t plan to be at the party right after her exams were finished, but there was something about the weekend following the end of semester which made her feel obligated to do something fun and exciting with her time. Y/N was brave enough to go to this one alone, forced to retire to this fate as Marigold had gone overseas the afternoon her last assignment was due.

That left Y/N alone in her dorm and an alone Y/N is a pesky Y/N; itching to do something to entertain her idle hands. So she messed around on her phone until she found an open invite to a party posted to a friend's story, didn’t bother checking the address to see who’s house it was, put on a skimpy outfit and left to get hammered— and if she was lucky, maybe even laid.

The outfit she wore was tiny and revealing. A two piece black top and mini skirt which showed off the majority of her legs. Anyone could tell that she aimed to get laid that night and the amount of people that tried to approach her on the little sofa she was tucked in to made her feel great about herself. 

The sad part was that she had to turn down most of them with a sympathetic smile on her face since she was easily disgusted and icked out by the smallest things. It was a tendency of hers that was what often got in the middle of her getting fucked; she found hersef unable to not pick out the smallest details about someone and not get turned off immediately.

They stared at her legs too long? Ick. They’re wearing skin-tight jeans? Ick. They try to kiss her within five minutes of talking to her? Ick.

By the time she softly excused herself from the last guy who drunkenly attempted to slip his hand up her skirt, Y/N was feeling a little hopeless and extremely frustrated. 

How hard was it just to get fucked by a semi-decent guy?

One more drink, Y/N decided, and she would just go home. She didn’t even have the energy to entertain herself at this point, ready to go to bed high and dry.

And she would’ve, had she not turned around to see a smug looking Harry staring at her. He didn’t bother to begin with a greeting, eyes settled on her chest and roaming her legs freely. The kink in Y/N’s eyebrows was immediate; she was ready to ignore his presence and walk right past him if he had not stopped her with his sultry baritone.

”Y’look hot as fuck.” A drink was hanging loosely between his fingers and much to Y/N’s misfortune, he looked amazing. His hair was messy and flopped over due to his fingers' constant interference and he wore a pair of loose jeans and a plain black t-shirt. 

Too bad his comment made Y/N want to puke.

She gave him one last chance and chose to ignore him and leave, but Harry had other plans as he stepped backwards when she stepped forwards, “don’t leave just yet. Promise, I don’t bite.”

The little smirk on his face made Y/N’s skin crawl and she couldn’t stop the snarl that crept upon her features, “funny, seeing you here, I assumed you’d have your dick stuck in anything that resembled a hole by this time of the night.” Her voice was sharp and witty, and she might have thought the comment was too harsh but it didn’t seem like it struck Harry the way she wanted it to when the seam of his lips stretched even wider. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Harry stuffed a hand in his pocket and moved to stand right in front her so her back was facing the wall. They were in a fairly quiet room with a handful of people around them— somewhere Y/N retreated to when the party got a bit overbearing. “Fuck off, Harry. I don’t want to talk to you.”

”Come on, Y/N. Don’t hate me so much. We can have so much fun together,” he said slyly. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, which was a huge fucking mistake because now Harry was having a conversation with her tits. “Hey, my eyes are up here, you dick. And don’t pretend like you don’t know why I hate you.” Harry feigned a look of confusion, “I don’t. Care to remind me?”

When he didn’t let up on the staring contest he seemed to be having with her boobs, Y/N dropped her arms in exasperation, “you were an ass to Marigold. Cheated on her when you told her you loved her.” She couldn’t believe he didn’t remember what he did; or maybe he did remember, and was being dense on purpose just to piss her off. “Did I? Can’t recall.”

He took a step closer to her and Y/N’s chest began to rise and fall with anger, “don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She had half the mind to shove him so his drink sloshed in his hands but she didn’t, tightening her fingers to prevent herself from making a scene in the middle of the party. “Those are all things of the past. I’ve changed now,” Harry said. Y/N scoffed. “Guys like you don’t change, Harry. You can lie and you can manipulate, but you will never ever change.”

She shoved her index finger in his chest, making him stumble back a little. This time her words made his eyebrows furrow, “who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what I can and cannot do?” Harry was close enough that she backed up into the wall, but she never let her stare falter even once. “I hate you,” her voice was scarily stable, “I hate you and you’re a toxic, manipulative prick who hurt my best friend and can’t commit for shit.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, “you don’t know anything about me, so I suggest you and your prissy ass fuck off before I say something I don’t want to.” He was looking right into her own eyes, unwavering and intimidating, but Y/N wasn’t going to back down. “There’s nothing you can say to hurt me. I’m not insecure like you.” She was pushing all of his buttons, and Harry wanted nothing more than to shut her mouth so she wasn’t running it like she owned the damn place.

“Babe, don’t project yourself onto me. It was always really obvious you were mad I chose to fuck Marigold over you. Y’know, she was way fucking hott—“

He didn’t finish the end of his sentence because Y/N shoved him away from her with all her might. “Don’t fucking finish that sentence and don’t ever talk to me again,” she hissed. Her face was warm and hot with anger, and she didn’t bother checking his reaction before she stormed out of the room and wiggled her way around the crowd to escape upstairs.

Her chest was heaving and if she let her walls down, her eyes would brim with tears. Thankfully she was able to find an empty room to the left of the long hallway, and it was tidy enough for her to seclude herself in. She shut the door and paced around the room. 

Something about him just made her want to rip her own skin off. He knew just how to get on her nerves and what buttons to push to make her boil with anger, but she wasn’t going to let a dick like him get to her. A couple minutes passed as she calmed herself down, and right when she felt like she was good enough to face the crowd and leave the party, the door opened.

Her shoulders dropped when she saw Harry walk in and shut the door behind himself and lock it. “I just told you don’t want to ta—“

“—You started it downstairs. I was being nice—“

“— Is that your idea of nice, Harry? Staring at my tits and asking me why I won’t have fun with you?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, I was being civil until you started fucking accusing me of shit out of nowhere!”

She scoffed. “Wow, I cannot believe you. I don’t know if you act this way on purpose or you really can’t tell what the fuck is wrong with your brain.”

“Can you have a normal conversation with me without insulting me for a fucking second?”

His voice was getting louder and he was right in front of her, staring down angrily at her annoyed face. She could tell his jaw was tense and the sight was almost hot which was even more annoying. “I don’t want to have any conversation with you. I think I have made that pretty fucking cle—“

“—Will you shut the fuck up and listen to me!”

Make me!”

Y/N didn’t know why she said what she said and why she did what she did right after, when Harry curled his fingers around her throat and dragged her towards his mouth. Their lips met in a harsh clash, smacking and bruising— confusing Y/N, because why is she not pulling away and why does he feel so good? His fingers slipped into her hair when he bit her bottom lip hard, “hate this mouth,” he mumbled against her, shoving her waist so she was forced to walk back and hit the bed. He pecked her jaw then came back to her mouth, “so bitchy.”

His words should have made her angry, but his mouth had a certain effect on her that made her feel things she shouldn’t, because his comment goes straight to her throbbing clit. She whimpered against his mouth. “You’re…” she breathed as he kissed down her neck, “…an asshole.”

Harry sunk his teeth into the base of her throat, “oh yeah?”

“Mmm. I hate you,” she responded. She was barely able to keep her eyes open when he finally pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. “I don’t think you do, baby. I think…” wet kisses were pressed down her neck and over the top of her chest, “… I think you want to fuck me. S’that right? Need me to make that ache go away?”

It was like her ability to speak comprehensively was taken away from her when he reached around her back and pulled the zipper down for her top. “Yes. Now— fuck me now, Harry.”

He licked a stripe up from the middle of her chest to her chin, dipping into her mouth to kiss her hastily. He was sinful with the way he looped his tongue around hers and nipped at her lip, “I’m getting quite annoyed by your demands. Didn’t I ask you to shut up?” She’s given no time to respond, gasping loudly when he took both of her tits in his hands and squeezed. His fingers were skillful as they played with the sensitive peaks of her nipples, pinching and tugging till she was a moany mess.

Y/N was unable to offer any response to him, arching her back into his touch when Harry pressed his lips to her nipples repeatedly, pecking them affectionately, “think these are the only things I like about you.”

He bit the flesh of her tit lightly as a parting gift before trailing further down her body. Her scent was intoxicating him, more than any drink or drug he’d ever consumed. She was crowding his senses— all he could see, smell, touch and think about. Once he reached the hem of her skirt, he pulled his shirt off and grabbed her hips to pull her closer. Y/N moaned highly when he ran his hands down her collarbones, her tits, her stomach and her navel, goosebumps following his trail as he travelled straight down to take her skirt off in one go.

The groan he let out the moment he saw her black lace thong was enough to make Y/N come on the spot. “Fuck me,” he sighed and tucked two fingers into the waistband. Before he pulled them off, he met Y/N’s eyes and waited for her to nod which was his que to rip the fabric off of her hips. “What the fuck, Ha—“

He shut up her protesting by shoving the lace into her mouth, muffling whatever curse she was about to spew his way. She furrowed her eyebrows upon feeling the fabric against her tongue, Harry’s long fingers wrapping around her jugular, “shhh. That's much better. You’re a bit more bearable with your mouth shut.”

Y/N wanted to say something back to him but all she could do was try to look angry even though her primary motive was to use his dick to get off. So she complied and held the tattered lace in her mouth even though getting rid of it was no problem at all— she’d only have to purse her lips and blow, but she didn’t; instead, she remained malleable and cooperative, not wanting to stray Harry away from what she wanted him to do, which was to fuck her brains out. 

He didn’t give her a chance to say anything anyway, because as soon as the fabric was tucked between her lips, he skipped down to her pussy and immediately latched on to the swollen bud pearled between her folds. She was wet beyond belief; slippery between her lips and trickling down onto the bed when he carefully sucked on her clit in rhythmic pulses. The underwear in her mouth was her biggest enemy as her back arched and her throat begged to cry out loud because of the pleasure coursing through her veins. She could feel it all the way in her fingertips when he tucked her lips apart and cooed at her clenching hole.

“I take it back. Your tits and your pussy are the only things I like about you,” such words would normally make Y/N want to slap a man, but Harry had the opposite effect, “s’very pretty.” He licked her shortly once, twice, and the third time was longer, more thorough as he slowly made his way all the way from her hole to her clit, flicking his tongue against the bud until she was shaking.

Her hips lifted off the bed, chasing Harry’s mouth and her own high which she reached quickly thanks to his noisy suckles and sloppy kisses. Harry tried to drag her orgasm on as much as he could, pushing himself nose-deep into her pussy until she folded her legs and pressed her knees together, forcing him to stop. A smack resounded around the room when he collided his palm with her outer thigh, making Y/N jump. Harry sat back on his heels.

“I want you on all fours with your ass up.” 

Y/N blinked at Harry, unmoving. Her orgasm had made her brain go all fuzzy. “Cmon, get,” he commanded, slapping her leg again. It was as if her thoughts had turned to mush, wanting to do what Harry said but she remained lying on her back and heaving, eyes fluttering shut. “For fucks sake.”

A yelp was muffled by the lace tucked between her teeth when Harry grabbed her hips and physically turned her over, palms rough as they slapped her knees apart and forced her into an arch, “have to do everything for you now, do I? Fucked dumb already?”

Harry wasn’t expecting an answer and Y/N couldn’t find it in her to give him one, instead feeling the burn in her body when he stretched her out as he pleased. She could hear the sound of him undoing his zipper and pulling his jeans down. She was a little bummed she couldn’t see him in all his naked glory, but the thought left her brain as soon as she felt him press his tip against her clit and fist her hair from behind.

“If only you weren’t such a bitch, I’d fuck this little pussy every night.” 

He exhaled as he slicked his cock with her juices, teasing her hole and her clit. Y/N tried to shift her hips back for some friction but his grip was unyielding, holding onto her side with one hand and pushing her face into the sheets with the other. She couldn’t retort even if she wanted to. 

“Fu—mm… pl—mph!” She tried pleading. Her desperation was quickly cut off as he delivered a sharp spank to her ass and slid into her at the same time. Harry didn’t bother going slow or giving her time to adjust, making it fit inside of her despite her walls pulsing around him. His hips were snug against her ass. 

Y/N could feel him everywhere.

Prodding into her tummy and trickling down to her toes— she was shaking with how good he felt pressed snugly against her g-spot. He delivered sharp, deep thrusts over and over and over again, hard and unrelenting. Her scalp stung with how he held her against the mattress, though Y/N didn’t mind the pain; if she could even call it that. The feeling was delicious, especially paired with the occasional slap to her ass. “So fucking wet,” Harry stated the fact, stilling inside of her.

“You alright?” His voice was soft as he leaned over her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her heart fluttered. She still couldn’t respond with the panties in her mouth so she offered him a nod to which he pressed a kiss to her cheek and returned to his position. He was still very much inside of her during the sweet exchanged, and it was like a flip was switched when he returned to fucking her properly.

The sounds of her muffled whines and his deep groans did something to Y/N— it was all too much. Matters only got worse for her as his fingers met her clit, circling the bud while his other hand slid down her back. Y/N could finally twist her neck and look at him, and the sight was enough to have her screaming.

He was kneeling behind her, hands occupied with pleasuring her and his hair was falling all over his forehead and into his eyes. With furrowed eyebrows and a hung open mouth, he urged Y/N towards her second orgasm of the night.

“Come for me, baby. Give it to me, s’all I want.” 

She was writhing in his grasp, grinding her hips back as she came around his cock. The fabric he gagged her with barely covered the sounds of her moans, the sight making Harry speed up his pace. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

The pleasure that overtook her was blinding— like lightning bolts that struck her nerves. His perfect attention against her clit and g-spot had Y/N speechless and dumb, pulling the panties out of her mouth and reaching a hand back to meet him on her hip. “Please, please,

please.” She moaned, unsure of what she was begging him for.

Harry slipped out of her shortly after that and tugged his cock between his ringed fists. Y/N was ready to go again when she saw him coming— hot, white spurts of come painting her back as he tipped his head back and groaned.“Jesus—fuck, you’re so good, baby,” he whimpered.

Once he was done, he slumped over her perched ass, feeling exhaustion creep upon his bones.

A minute passed as both of them tried to catch their breaths, eyes meeting and exchanging words unsaid. They were dragged out of their sweet reverie when someone banged on their door. The pair jumped, “occupied!” Harry yelled out.

“This is my fucking room!” 

Harry rolled his eyes as he patted Y/N’s hip, “y’good? C’mon, we have to clean up before that dick has a heart attack.” Y/N was too stunned to laugh at his joke, the reality of the situation seeping into her bones. She watched Harry get dressed and then get a napkin to wipe her back. He passed her her clothes and turned around as she dressed up— still in shock, “um…” she started, unknowing where she was trying to lead this conversation, “we shouldn’t have done that.”

He only shrugged, “don’t know what the problem is? Was just sex.”

“I know it was only sex, but you’re my best friends ex, we sho—“

“Well, you should have thought of that before you begged me to put my dick inside of you.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, “fuck you, Harry.”

“Y’already did,” he smirked. He walked over to where she was on the bed and pulled her in for another short kiss. 

Y/N didn’t fight it.

“S’fine. No one has to know, and I promise I won’t tell. Cross my heart,” a silly smile played on his lips, fingers tucking her hair behind her ear. “Now let's go.”

As she was getting ready to leave the room, her phone pinged on the bedside table where she set it down when she first walked in. The notification made her heart drop.

Marigold ⭐️ 

how was the party?? meet anyone to take home yet ?

Her heart skipped a beat reading over the message. Before she could respond, Harry disrupted her internal battle, “Y/N? Are you coming or not?” She hummed out a yes and shut her phone. She didn’t have the energy to respond to Marigold right now— she needed a well constructed lie which would take a while to develop in her current fucked-out state.

Until then she’d have to live with the fact that she fucked the one man she claimed to hate for the rest of her life. The thought was enough to make her skin crawl— eating her alive until she was a mess of pitiful skin and bones.

Y/N felt like she would never be able to forgive herself. Not only did she break a promise she so readily made to herself, but she betrayed her best friend who trusted her to no end.

As she stood there in the aftermath, she knew she'd just shattered something that could never be fixed, no matter how hard she tried.

The first time she tried to name that particular shade of green was when her father introduced the young knight to her as her new personal guard. She remembered the way she rolled her eyes and her dramatic shrug as she protested loudly, eyeing the man in silver armour who kneeled before her and her father—"I do not require another knight, Papa." I already have a dozen of them trailing behind me everywhere I go!”

But of course, her father being the stubborn man he was (and she would be lying if she said she didn’t inherit these qualities herself) paid no mind to her whining, shooing her away like an inconvenience. Like she was nothing more than an insect crawling on his arm.

It was at that moment she realized she had no choice but to accept, for the king's wrath was feared by many adorning the land. She resigned to finally glancing at the armoured figure, who, upon her instruction, rose to his feet, and it was then she fell into this pesky trance—her tireless search as to the colour of his eyes. Being the only part of his person that she ever had the chance to actually see, they struck her immediately. She noted the chocolate lashes framing his pupils and the shyness in his gaze.

But what she remembered most was the booming sound of her father's voice as he ordered the knight to take his oath, swearing him to devote his life and soul to protecting the princess, swearing to put her above all, even himself, if it ever came down to it.

She watched this as it happened, slightly bored, having witnessed this several times already. Meanwhile, she tried to steal glimpses of his eyes and made up her mind that she would, one day, by will or by way, put a name to the intriguing hue that had somehow stolen that night’s slumber as she lay awake, staring at the blank palace ceilings, acutely aware that the object of her thoughts stood soundlessly outside her very door.

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It was the following week when Y/N sat alone in the massive palace library, fingering the books on the shelves, trying to pick out her next read. The only problem was that she had practically read every single word that resided within these dusty four walls, and her father seldom ordered new shipments of books to her liking.

She paced along the shelves until her eyes landed on the familiar tattered cover of Pride and Prejudice. Her favourite book. She assumed she’d read the infamous novel about thirteen times at this point, yet it never seemed to bore her.

The sound of her hums kept the page company as she picked the book up from the massive shelf and waltzed to her favourite spot in the room. One might confidently be able to confirm that Y/N was by herself in her lonesomeness had the knight by the wooden doors not shuffled to comfort his footing. The princess tried her best to ignore the sound and continue with her book, but her curiosity always got the best of her. Another sniffle caught her attention at once, her gaze escaping the words before her and settling on the tall silver figure.

They were finally past the formalities of his initiation, and Y/N was glad to learn that the knight now felt comfortable enough to roam without his helmet. She drank in the sight of him—all six feet and wide shoulders, soft-looking brown curls, and a straight nose accompanied by a rosy set of lips. And of course, his curious eyes.

It did not take long for her to come to the conclusion that he was certainly the most appealing knight her father had ever allowed to be in her company.

She did not have much to place her judgment on, as she sadly had not heard a peep from his mouth apart from the oath that he had taken in her name last week. All she had truly been privy to was his silent brooding. The weight of his presence in the room. Y/N, having nothing to do with her acres of spare time, set her book down and looked intently at the knight.

“Is it not peculiar that we have been in each other’s company for nearly a week, yet we do not know each other’s names?” She asked, a palm hugging her cheek. The knight did not spare a glance in her direction. “I was informed your name is Y/N, Your Highness.”

“You were informed correctly. But you have only answered half my inquiry,” Y/N retorted. This time he tipped his head down to the floor before replying, "My name should not be your concern.” Y/N thought the situation was rather silly. Was she to just call for nothing if she ever ran into danger? Although such an event was a rare possibility, she brought this up with the mysterious knight. “And if I ever require your rescue, how may I call upon you?”

“I shall never be apart from you, Your Highness. You shall never need to call upon me, as I will always be near you, under any circumstances.”

The princess was growing rather agitated at this point. She felt the knight was being too stubborn. “As your princess, I demand you tell me your name,” she asserted. If he were an attentive listener, he might have heard the very slight shake in her voice. Y/N very rarely showcased her power and dominated this way.

The knight remained silent for a while—Y/N counted twenty seconds before he finally met her gaze. “Harry.”

“Harry,” she tasted the name on her tongue. Felt the r’s roll. It was a lovely name. Seemed to fit the knight. “Very well. Thank you, Harry.” He bowed his head respectfully, readjusting his stance to stare forward. Y/N, on the other hand, did not let her eyes waver.

She continued to roam the man’s features until she finally settled on his pupils. Another day had gone, and her curiosity had not been satisfied. Perhaps she would pester Harry about the matter another fateful afternoon. “Do you enjoy reading, Harry?”

“Occassionally.”

Y/N hummed in approval. “What is your favourite book?”

“You need not worry about my likes or dislikes, Your Highness,” Harry replied stoically. The princess felt her brows furrow in confusion. Why was he so stubborn about being unfriendly? Was her presence truly that intimidating?

“Do you not like me?” She found herself voicing her concerns. Her lips settled into a slight pout as the knight spared her a glance. He seemed taken aback by her question once again. “I apologize if I have given that impression, Your Highness. Your company is most enjoyable.”

Y/N did not bother to strain herself to continue this conversation again. If he was so intent on being closed off, so be it. Besides, it was never a good idea to get attached to your guard or servants, as they so often change and rotate. Perhaps her time with Harry would be a challenging, strenuous one.

OKAYYY longer authors note here.!! i know u have not heard much from me except random empty promises where i say i will write again but look!! i wrote!! this is probably total trash but tbh i felt like i need to put it out there cos it was just in my drafts and maybe MYABE if ANYONEEE ON HERE likes it it will give me motivation to write more of this and potentially more other stories!! if this inspired any ideas or any plot points or any fantasies u wnna see, send them my way!! writers block is literally like quicksand im suffocating guys hand me a stick :(((((

It started off Monday. Y/N had finally tied the knot in her head: she was going to quit. It was a heavy and haunting decision, but it was her only option.

And since she was going to quiet anyway, she had decided to take make some use of her paid leave. Very impulsively, she had requested to take five days off. Unfortunately, since it was so last minute, she couldn't immediately be free from the office, and had to brave through one more week before she could take nine days to herself.

Despite being able to see it in the agenda, it was common courtesy to inform your manager of your days off. Y/N had already told Sophie and she was thrilled, raving on and on about how she deserved to have some time off. But until Friday came around, she still had to go to the office, and she still had to face Oscar every day.

Ever since his fall-out at her desk, Y/N had been in a constant state of stress. His office was still across from her desk, and her skin still prickled when she felt him look at her through his office windows.

In the first week after she'd punched Oscar, she was so stressed that she threw up in the bathroom and lost her vision. She was forced to sit on the floor for thirty minutes before she was able to stand up again. Fortunately, there was only a total of two times where she'd heaved her breakfast straight into the toilet. The other time was when he just so happened to enter the file room right after Y/N had gone in there. There was no one else in the room, and she was paralyzed with fear. She jumped at the way he harshly dropped a box of files on the table in front of her, and her skin paled at the constant feeling of his eyes on her. After that, Y/N never again walked into an empty room.

While she wasn't vomiting or unable to see on a daily basis, the stress still made her body tremble all day and collapse from exhaustion once she got home. This week was of course no different. In fact, it might even be worse, considering she'd promised herself to inform HR of her resignation.

Monday felt like all of them did: long and dreadful. Sophie stopped by her desk to bring her a cinnamon oat latte and a chocolate chip muffin she'd picked up on the way to the office, and it made the heap of paperwork a bit easier to sort through and fill out.

Y/N never ended up going to HR that Monday. She walked back and forth to their office about five times. The fifth and final time, she was just about to knock on the door when she spotted Oscar at the end of the hallway. She noticed his pace quicken, and in state of panic and fear, she turned around and hurried to the women's restroom where she vomited out everything that had given her fuel for the day.

Tuesday evening, at around 4:30pm she finally gathered the courage to plan a meeting with HR. There was only one person left in the office, and while her stomach dropped when the man told her they had a free spot next week—the one week she wasn't there—she calmly nodded when he suggested a later date. He had asked her if it was urgent—maybe having noticed her shaking hands or just her nervous demeanor—but she was still on the fence about mentioning Oscar in regards to her leaving, so she ensured the man that Wednesday in two weeks was fine.

She left the office feeling a little lighter, and as she changed into her gym clothes, the stress from work floated away and was swiftly replaced with the one distraction intense enough to work: Harry.

After having had the best sex of her life last week, Y/N was very jittery about seeing Harry again. She knew he was a professional and wouldn't discard the training to take her to his apartment or just take her right there (although a girl could dream). But still, she was still excited to see him, and for him to see her. She really liked the way he looked at her.

So she did what she reckoned every girl with a gym crush would do: buy some new work-out clothes. Y/N was properly blushing at the multiple sets she added to her cart. When she put on her new matching brown one on Tuesday, she'd actually felt really hot.

Both nervous and excited, she walked into the gym that Tuesday evening. She'd been wearing a large vest and sweatpants to cover the outfit in case she'd suddenly feel self-conscious. Harry smiled when he saw Y/N, waving at her from the desk before continuing his conversation with one of the women from the self-defense classes. Y/N was early, so she went ahead and entered the training room to put her stuff in the corner by the bench. She took a deep breath before she took off her vest. Observing herself in the mirror, she adjusted her ponytail while waiting for Harry to arrive. 

Her heart thumped when she heard the door click shut, and upon turning around, the first thing she noticed were Harry's eyes subtly raking over her body. He didn't say anything as he walked over to the speakers, although she thought she saw a slight shake of his head.

Much like Y/N had anticipated—but hadn't hoped for—Harry acted annoyingly casual. Aside from ogling her the first three seconds of class, he hadn't said anything unrelated to the lesson. And yet, no matter the professionalism he exuded, the air was still thick with a deafening sense of wanting.

His eyes still wandered here and there, often regaining control before he could linger too long. The real problem were Harry's hands, and how the touch of his fingers wrapped around Y/N's waist or wrist sent butterflies to her core. The tension between the two had shifted from anticipatory to something steadier. They'd known each other all the way once before, and now they were left wanting more.

Despite the unspoken vibe between them, Harry had kept his composure. When Y/N realized that he probably wasn't going to deter from the lesson anytime soon, she began to focus a bit better, which led to a lot of verbal praise from Harry. Apart from everything that was going on in Y/N's life, it was nice to see that something was progressing steadily; she'd noticed how much stronger she had gotten in these past weeks.

She was satisfied with herself by the time she gathered her stuff and began to head to the door at the end of class. She hadn't, at all, expected Harry to push the door shut just as she had turned the handle.

It shut with a thud, and Y/N's breath hitched when she felt Harry's body against on hers. The room was suddenly humid, but the cool breath that tickled in Y/N's neck ran a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes at the feeling of Harry's cock pressing into her ass as his lips grazed her ear.

"I thought we agreed to keep classes strictly professional, hmm?" He asked in a low voice that made Y/N swallow; her throat was suddenly very dry.

She nodded in response, ears ringing from the proximity. "We did."

"Then why are you dressed like you want to be fucked against those mirrors?" Harry retorted with a bit of a grumble in his voice. Y/N's lower stomach fluttered at his tone, and she leaned back against him a bit.

"I'm not." She made a feeble attempt to defend herself, damn well knowing she stood no chance, not with how wet she had already become. "I— I just needed new gym clothes."

Harry let out a sigh, the heat of his breath making every hair on her neck stand up. Y/N had to refrain from gasping as his lips suddenly landed on her neck, planting soft, slow kisses. Biting her lip, she did her best not to moan at the way he sucked on that sensitive spot. Her entire body was heating up as he worked his way up to her ear, and then he stopped.

"Unless you want me to bend you over the bench press, I suggest you don't wear something like that again."

Y/N barely had time to comprehend the words he just said when he backed away. She turned her head, watching in confusion and pure arousal as he walked back towards the speakers as if he hadn't just said what he said. She quickly opened the door and left the building.

…TWO DAYS LATER…

Wednesday passed by in a flash, and when Thursday came around, Y/N had decided it was time for some excitement when she stood in front of her closet in the afternoon. Normally, she'd go to the gym for strength training on Saturday, but Sophie had invited her to a shopping day and then a pub night with Greg and Harry, so she had decided to get in her exercise on Thursday.

Just because she could—and mostly because she was feeling extra bold—she chose to wear another new set. A deep red one, this time. A pair of shorts and a sports bra, a bit of a different model than the brown one. She had bought a matching tight vest as well, knowing she would probably get too insecure to just wear the bra and the shorts. Of course, Y/N turned out to be very predictable, because she didn't feel secure until she zipped up the vest.

Having had a long day at work, Y/N wasn't able to get to the gym until an hour after she'd eaten her late dinner. By the time she arrived, it was 9:15pm. There weren't many people there—members of this gym clearly didn't like to work out at night. Alan, the trainer to whom she had spoken to once, was the only person she recognized from the six who were filling up the room.

When Y/N walked in, one of the personal trainers, Alan, complimented her outfit and she blushed, thanking him before asking if he could help her with an exercise she'd been having difficulties with. Normally, she'd ask Harry, but he was absolutely nowhere in sight. She was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't here at all, and that weighed a bit heavy in her stomach.

Alan was kind, taking his time as he explained it and sat through the exercises with her. After that, he just stuck around as she went on with her exercises, and they talked about everything and nothing as he helped her along.

"Any plans this weekend?" Y/N asked as she did her sets on the leg press. Alan nodded, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

"I'm going on a date, actually." He confessed a bit shyly. Her eyes widened, pushing against the leg press one more time before locking it in and turning to him.

"That's so great! Where are you going?"

"To the Lotus." He answered, and Y/N nodded her head in approval at the mention of the restaurant. It was a very acclaimed establishment. Y/N had always wanted to go there.

"How did you meet her?" She went on.

"I met her here, actually." He answered, looking around the place as if it had suddenly been coated with magic. Y/N's heart melted at how giddy Alan looked.

"Wow, who said great love stories couldn't start at a gym?" She asked rhetorically, getting up from her seat. Alan laughed, opening his mouth to say something, but he halted when another voice joined the conversation.

"Hello there." Harry walked up to the two, his tone cheery, but Y/N heard a bit of skepticism laced in it as well. The corner of Alan's mouth tugged up.

"Speaking of... I'm gonna go. Have a good night guys." Alan said, throwing a smile at Y/N before walking towards the exit past Harry, but not before stopping to whisper in his ear: " Not too good, eh?"

Harry couldn't suppress his grin as Alan walked off, and Y/N was standing there like a deer in headlights. She had already mentally stored away the expectation of seeing Harry tonight, so it was safe to say she was caught off guard by his appearance.

"Hi." Harry repeated, and Y/N blinked.

"Hi." She said back. Damn it, where had all her confidence from earlier today gone?!

Carefully, she looked around the room. There was someone on the treadmill, a couple others doing exercises with the free weights, and someone using the smith machine. In other words, there were far too many people for her to get all hot and bothered by the owner of the gym. What would people think? They'd probably assume she was some cheap skank who just comes to the gym to hook up with the man who owns it. And the worst part? They wouldn't even be entirely wrong.

To avoid any such assumptions, Y/N took her attention off the gorgeous man in front of her and bent down to grab her bag and water bottle. By the time she stood upright again, she felt like her knees were going to buckle under Harry's intense stare. She smiled awkwardly.

"I'm gonna—" she took a few steps towards the exit, pointing at it with her thumb. But as she passed Harry, he suddenly grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Y/N's eyes shot to his, heart pounding in her chest.

"This looks an awful lot like what you were wearing on Tuesday." Harry stated lowly, making sure no one else heard what he said. He wasn't standing too close to her, so the conversation didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. It was his threat from Tuesday, though, that thickened the air in the room.

"I— it's red." Y/N stammered.

It's red? Was she serious?

She didn't have too much time to dwell on it, however, as her attention became occupied with Harry's wandering fingers which grabbed her zipper and gently pulled it down, further and further, until her red sports bra was visible. Y/N's stomach swirled in anticipation, even the hint of his touch driving her to madness. Then, without another word, he let go of her arm. Y/N finally looked up at the man who was actively melting her brain into jelly, and swallowed at the nonchalant look on his face. God, he was handsome.

Harry took a step back, curling his fingers in a beckoning gesture. Y/N immediately followed as Harry walked into his office. He waited by the door as she entered, closing it right behind her. The click of the lock wasn't extremely loud, but it sucked the air right out her lungs. Y/N turned around, facing Harry who stood with his hands behind his back.

"Do you get a kick out of pushing my buttons?" He said calmly, sitting down on the black leather couch to Y/N's right. She turned her whole body to him, cheeks flushing at the question.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Y/N said, trying to sound as oblivious as possible. But no matter how much she would've actually sounded innocent, Harry never would've believed her. Her shook his head slightly, a grin slowly appearing on his face. 

"Didn't peck you for a liar, Angel." A glimmer faced in his eyes as he spoke, enjoying this playful part of their dynamic very much. Y/N took a deep breath, doing her very best not to succumb to that damned nickname he had for her. Somehow it had become some kind of kryptonite. Even one mention of it had the ability to send her into some sort of trance where she'd do anything for him.

It was already working, because when Harry muttered out a low "c'mere" she instantly complied, walking over to the couch and placing herself on his lap.

"Look at you," he rasped, his hand roaming over the small of her back. "Coming to my gym, wearing those aggravatingly tight shorts... straight up torturing me."

His hand squeezed her ass, and Y/N's hips automatically jerked forward in response, grinding right onto the bulge beneath Harry's training pants. Her breath hitched, grasping into his shoulder.

"And I just have to watch, knowing I can't just bend you over and fuck you right then and there." He went on. Y/N closed her eyes, envisioning the implied scenario he was laying before her. A small, struggling sound came from the back of her throat.

"You said you would... if I wore something like this again." She said, hoping it reminded him enough to just close down the gym and fulfill that threat of fucking her on the bench press he made two days ago. Harry huffed a laugh.

"Thought you didn't know what I was talking about." He said, and Y/N felt her ears heat up, but she was excited, dying to see what he would do. Harry lifted her up, moving her so she was now straddling his left thigh.

"I gotta stay professional, Angel. I gotta give you your money's worth." He began, his left hand pushing on Y/N's lower back. Slowly, she started moving along, her hips grazing back and forth over his thigh. Her core felt like it was on fire, and the movements soothed the ache in her belly that grew in size every second.

"Is that why you wore this today?" Harry sounded husky, as if he was struggling a bit himself at the moment. Though, he kept calm as he stimulated Y/N's motions. She was being shy, but the rolling of her hips was intensifying with every word that fell from Harry's mischievous lips. "Did you want me to follow through with what I said?"

Y/N looked up at Harry, annoyed by the lack of satisfaction she was getting at the moment. Her gaze exuded exhaustion, and within that exhaustion something altogether more intense; something desperate.

"Don't make promises you aren't going to keep."

She hadn't expected for Harry to react the way he did, but she sure didn't mind him crashing his lips onto her, yanking her towards him in the process. Back arched, she leaned into the kiss as Harry's tongue claimed her mouth.

Harry pulled her closer as he moved down to her neck. Y/N whimpered at the lingering kisses his swollen lips left on her skin, and let him aggressively take off her sports vest. She steadied herself by putting her hands on his shoulders, and began to move her hips again, the closer angle, along with the friction of both their clothing materials making for way better stimulation. Harry took his lips off her and leaned back into the couch, taking in the sight of Y/N working herself up against his leg.

The way he sat there, lips all red and legs widely spread, with that defined jaw and ever so confident look in his eyes... it was singlehandedly the hottest thing she'd ever seen. He looked down at her shorts, observing the small darker patch that had begun to form due to her drenched pussy. On a whim, he reached over and put his thumb against her clit.

"God, you're wet. Soaked all the way through your clothes onto mine." He rasped, watching the scene unfold. Y/N let out a a quiet gasp at the sudden touch on her sensitive clit speeding up the process of reaching an orgasm. He wasn't moving his thumb, merely putting it there as a prop, letting her do all the work. Her hips instinctively moved forward when Harry even teasingly retracted his thumb a few millimeters. She didn't even care that he chuckled at her hopelessness; she only cared about his big hands on hers.

Y/N bit her lip as her movements became stronger, thrown off by the absolute and utter need of a release that had slammed into her the second Harry's thumb grazed over her swollen clit. Never before had she been so close to reach an orgasm from these rather teenage-like manners of stimulation. Riding someone's thigh had never occurred to her before, at least not in a way that could truly satisfy her.

"Doing so good, Angel, riding my thigh like this. You needed it bad, didn't you?" He asked. Y/N nodded her head, giving him a weak verbal confirmation.

"Yes..." she squeezed Harry's shoulder. "Please... move."

But Harry didn't do shit. Instead, he tilted his head innocently, not caring that the girl in front of him was already shaking from her nearing release. "Move?"

"Your thumb!" Y/N exclaimed in frustration, her eyes widening when she realized how loud that sounded and quickly retracting to a whisper. "Please, make me cum."

Harry cursed something under his breath before pushing her hips further into him and his thumb. The stinging presence of his finger made Y/N's mouth fall open, and Harry had to use his free hand to put it over her mouth as he began rubbing circles on her clit. The sounds of her soaked pussy were audible even through her clothes, and Y/N felt herself clench around nothing.

"O— oh! Harry..." She cried, pushing her chest more into his face as she rode out the wave of ecstasy. Harry hummed against her skin, biting her shoulder momentarily before leaning back in order to sing her praises as Y/N came all over his thighs. Movements slowing down, Y/N reveled in the feeling of Harry's large hand wrapped around her mouth as she rode out her orgasm.

"There you go... Fuck, angel." Harry panted, but Y/N barely processed what he said as she came down from her orgasm. It felt like having to land back on earth after shooting into space for a moment.

Harry let Y/N come down for a minute before he let her stand up again. When she did, realization sunk into her, and she began scrambling for her things. Harry was quick to grab her arms, slowing her down a bit.

"Are you okay?" He asked, immediate concern in his voice. Y/N nodded, but didn't meet his eyes.

"What if someone heard?" She said, her chest deflating as she spoke. It was clear to Harry that she felt embarrassed. He leaned down, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"No one heard." He said with such certainty that 99% of Y/N immediately believed him. But there was still that one percent. "Were you uncomfortable doing this?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "No! It's not that. It's just— I don't want to get in trouble or anything."

It was deadly quiet for a second. When Y/N's gaze finally travelled to Harry's, she saw that his lips had spread into the tiniest smile.

"You know I own this place, right?"

"Yes." Y/N said. He tilted his head.

"And you know that means that I'm the boss, right?" He said slowly, and Y/N huffed.

"Yes."

"So... who exactly would we get in trouble with?"

Y/N could tell her was finding it amusing, and she had to fight to keep from chuckling herself. She knew that, if he put it that way, of course it wasn't a big deal, and yet it felt like it. Somehow, Harry could sense that.

"None of my staff are here anymore. I sent them home early because I saw you walking in, and all the other people can't even come here because the entire hallway is staff only." He explained, cupping her face with his hand. "No one is going to think something weird because no one saw or heard anything."

Y/N let out a sigh, comforted by Harry's logical response. Immediately, a pit of guilt began to grow in her stomach. She really hoped he wasn't taking her worry personally.

"I'm sorry." She couldn't help but say, her lips pouted as she waited for the apology to land. There was a slight flicker in Harry's eyes, and if Y/N hadn't been watching him so intently, she wouldn't have noticed it. But she did.

"It's okay." He smiled at her.

Was it, though?

…TWO DAYS LATER…

"You seriously suck at this." Harry laughed as he watched Sophie miss the balls on the pool table again. This was her fourth try, and it wasn't really looking great.

"I hate this game. It's wrinkling my skirt." She backed away from the pool table, handing the stick to her boyfriend, who gave it a try and nailed it in one go. Sophie crossed her arms, walking over to Y/N. "Whatever, we're far too pretty to be concerned with our adequacy at pool."

Y/N lifted her glass. "Damn right."

Y/N was horrible at pool too, but she didn't exactly hate it. It might've had to do with the fact that sucking at this game equaled Harry coming over to help her. She was never even going to try to get better if it meant having Harry bent over her, his perfume coating around her.

She watched as Harry leaned over the table, his rolled-up sleeves emphasizing the veins on his forearms. God, she could look at those forearms all day. Harry had really made Y/N a different person.

After Harry's turn, it was clear that he had won. The girls cheered for him shortly before Sophie downed the rest of her cocktail in one go.

"We need another game. And another drink." She said, placing her glass on the table. Y/N chuckled at her friend. "Unfortunately, my last alcoholic drink of the night."

"Why? Big plans tomorrow?" Y/N wiggled her eyebrows, and Sophie tilted her head.

"More like a big case that I need to read into some more." She sighed, throwing her friend an exhausted smile. Y/N grimaced, putting a sympathetic hand on Sophie's shoulders.

"Damn, poor you." She said, not trying to pay attention to Harry, who was putting all the pool balls back onto the middle of the table for the next people. It was so damn hard to keep her eyes off him.

"I should've just taken a vacation like you. Get in some self care days." Sophie dropped her head on Y/N's shoulder, disappearing from her vision long enough that Y/N could see Harry's head snap towards her.

Suddenly, a burst of energy charged back into Sophie, and she gasped in excitement at spotting something in the back.

"Dartboard!" She exclaimed, grabbing Greg's arm and dragging him to the free dartboard in the corner. There had been people using it ever since the four arrived to the bar, but it seemed that they'd finally left.

Y/N chuckled as she watched her friend pull her boyfriend along, so much that she almost didn't notice Harry, who was now standing behind her. Except that she always noticed, because his presence weighed on her like nothing had ever before. She felt him everywhere, all the time, even if he was across the room. Y/N's eyes did widen when he swiftly turned her around.

"You're taking a vacation?" He asked, his stern voice reflecting the finger digging grip on her waist. Y/N looked back at where Greg and Sophie were standing, cheeks flushing. She knew she was being ridiculous; Sophie definitely knew that Y/N and Harry had been flirty with each other. And yet... she felt just like she did a few days ago, when she thought people might have heard them; as if she was walking on a fragile, glass floor.

Then, suddenly, Harry wrapped his arm around her and Y/N lifted off the ground. She gasped, grasping Harry's shoulders to not fall over his shoulder as he carried her to the side of the bar. By the time her feet reached the ground again, Harry's propped her against a wooden pillar, out of Greg and Sophie's sight.

Y/N playfully slapped Harry's shoulder, cheeks red from the effortlessness with which he had carried her. His face was serious, though.

"I asked you a question, Angel." He said. Y/N felt her heartbeat speed up. He was being very strict right now, and it suited him. She got distracted however, at the sight of Harry's eyes turning a bit frantic as he scanned Y/N's face.

"Did he..." he slowly leaned in. "do something again?"

"What?" Y/N frowned, and then it clicked. "Oh— no! No he didn't do anything."

"You can tell me if he did." He insisted, and by the slight furrow of his brow she could tell that he was still making sure if Y/N was telling the truth. There was a slight pang in her chest; a stinging feeling. Didn't he trust her to tell the truth?

"I know." Y/N frowned. Harry seemed to have been able to read Y/N's thoughts, because he grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Hey, I believe you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like I don't." He assured her, and Y/N closed her eyes for a long second before gazing into Harry's green pair again.

"So," he spoke again, a slight grin creeping up his face. "A vacation, huh?"

Y/N nodded.

"Any big, exciting plans?"

"Uhm, no not really." She shrugged, but worry began to flood inside her brain. Maybe she should've thought about this longer. What was she going to do with all that free time? What if she couldn't find enough things to occupy herself with, and just replay the Oscar situation in her head, over and over again?

"So your schedule is pretty clear for the upcoming days?" Harry's question made her jump from the destructive train of thought and come back to reality. She shook her head in response, and a wicked grin spread across Harry's face. "What are you doing tonight?"

Color rose to Y/N's cheeks, the room becoming warmer with the second. Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestive question, but it also confused her a bit.

"We're playing pool. Well— darts, it seems." Y/N replied, her voice sounding a bit breathy as she carefully scanned Harry's face to see if that was the right answer. He merely hummed in amusement.

"I meant, after this."

Y/N's stomach flipped, and she began fiddling with her hands. "Sleeping?" She swallowed.

Harry could be so intimidating if he wanted to. And the way he was towering over her right now, one arm leaning against the pillar behind her, the other roaming over her waist... it nearly made her stutter.

"With me?"

Y/N had to try not to look like her eyes were bulging out of her sockets as the question rolled off Harry's tongue. For a moment, it crossed her mind that it might be a joke—though she sincerely hoped it wasn't—but he looked deadly serious. Swallowing, she nodded intently.

"Yeah? Wanna come home with me tonight?"

Yes, yes, yes. It was the only word that floated through Y/N's mind, and she was quick to verbally confirm. Harry leaned in, his lips nearing hers at an agonizingly calm speed. His mouth was less than an inch away, grazing over hers, and Y/N suddenly became overwhelmed with the need to lean forward. But she stayed back. Harry was the one in control; she liked it like that.

"Good girl." He whispered, then pushed his hand off the pillar and took a step back. His eyes darted to Greg and Sophia, who had already started a round of their own. He nodded his head towards their friends, and began walking towards them, leaving Y/N stunned and soaked.

****

After an hour of playing darts, and Sophia's surprising victory in the last round which she mocked Harry about relentlessly (Harry won the other five rounds), they all decided to call it a night. Sophia gave Y/N a not-so-mysterious eyebrow wiggle as Harry declared he'd get her home safely, but she refrained from saying anything that would've made Y/N's ears go red.

The entire ride Y/N felt like she was on fire. She couldn't believe she was going to Harry's place; it felt like such a big deal. But then again, maybe it wasn't? After all, she wasn't that experienced in the dating department, so maybe Harry inviting her over wasn't so special. She spent the entire ride debating it, slowly succumbing to her thoughts until Harry put his hand on hers. Like a gush of wind that blows smoke away, Y/N's mind was suddenly very clear.

She stayed close to Harry the entire way up, and she could tell he was holding himself in. The way his fingers dug into her waist as he observed her features in the elevator with this longing look in his eyes... it all pointed to one thing: he wanted her in his bed as soon as possible. That did make Y/N's ears go red.

But as soon as they entered the apartment, Harry was as cool as a cucumber. He walks in front of Y/N, throwing the keys on his kitchen counter before taking off his jacket. She awkwardly followed, giving him a queasy smile as he took her jacket and hung it up back by the door. Y/N's eyes carefully floated over the room; his apartment was pretty.

It had way more personality than she'd expected. Instead of the grey apartment she'd envisioned, Harry's placed consisted entirely out of warm tones. Dark green paint had coated the walls and every single light was warm toned. There were touches of gold here and there; the edges of the coffee table, the picture frames on the wall. It was an inviting space. She didn't notice Harry approaching with a full glass of water.

"Here," he handed it to her. "drink a bit of water."

"Oh, uhm—"Her eyes flicked from Harry to the water, but he quickly interrupted her.

"Wasn't a question. Drink up." He repeated, and although his tone was every bit as serious as intimidating, the glint in his eyes exuded pure amusement. Y/N didn't say a word and followed the orders of the man in front of her, who hummed in approval as she took a couple of sips. When she was done, he took the glass from her and walked back to put it on the kitchen counter. Y/N was left admiring more of his apartment, but the sound of Harry's voice took her out of the house inspection.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped back there, in the bar." He said, waltzing back over to Y/N. "Putting you in the corner and interrogating you like that. I didn't mean to manhandle you or something."

"It's fine:" Y/N shrugged her shoulders, letting Harry scan her face to decide for himself if that answer was sincere. When he noticed that she meant it, the corner of his mouth slowly tugged up. Y/N looked to the ground, and croaked out: "I kinda liked it."

Harry's brows raised in surprise. She could feel his eyes burning through her skull, and yet she still waited for him to move her. Tension in her lower belly swirled when he mindlessly grabbed her chin and pushed her face up. She swallowed at the rough movement.

"Did you now?"

Y/N hummed another yes.

"And what did you like exactly?" He questioned, looking down at her as if she were some type of prey. She could've dropped to her knees then and there just from that look in his sinful eyes.

"The way you grabbed me, carried me, as if it was nothing. As if you— you could just throw me around if you wanted to." She said, straightening her back as she spoke and leaning into him a little bit. Y/N was getting less and less nervous when it came to expressing her thoughts.

"You like the idea of me throwing you around the bedroom." Harry's voice was cocky, which made Y/N want to roll her eyes and at the same time suck him off. He was just so hot whenever he used that certain tone of voice.

Y/N physically felt her ears heat up, and she debated for a second if she should make the confession that was currently burning in her throat. She decided to go for it.

"I've came to the idea of you throwing me around in the bedroom."

It was the first time Y/N had ever seen Harry's eyes widen in shock at something she had said. She swallowed, deeply nervous of what he was going to do once he'd processed her response.

In a flash, Harry had grabbed her by the legs and hoisted her up. Y/N shrieked, throwing her arms around him as she let him carry her to his bedroom. As soon as he'd closed the door, he pushed her against it, immediately pushing his mouth on hers.

Y/N took his tongue gladly, letting it roam her mouth as she did the same with him. She locked her legs tightly around Harry's waist, pulling him closer and feeling the bulge in his pants poke through. The skirt she wore had already ridden up, and nothing but a thong was covering her heat as he began grinding against her.

When he moved his mouth away from her, Y/N almost instinctively tried to go for Harry's neck, but the sudden grip of his hand on her neck pushed her back against the door.

"Not so fast." He tutted her, and while he was being smug, Y/N could tell he was barely able to keep his own composure.

"Do you know about the stoplight system?"

Y/N raised a brow. "Like, on the road?"

Harry chuckled, and Y/N bit her lip in embarrassment. "Like, in the bedroom."

"Right..." She muttered. "Uhm, you mean, colors?"

"Exactly." He hummed, his hand tightening around her neck, sending a flash of wetness down the her pussy. "Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. What color would the grip of my hand be right now?"

Y/N eyed Harry, who eagerly awaited her response. She was growing impatient with him, despite fully understanding the need of explaining these things before getting into it. She was just so horny.

"Neon green." Y/N responded, just wanting him to fuck her. Harry sputtered out a laugh, catching on to her restlessness.

"Neon green can look an awful lot like yellow." He teased, and Y/N huffed.

"Harry..."

"Y/N..." he mocked.

Y/N squinted at the man in front of her. "Are you going to do something or will I just have to keep getting myself off to the idea of getting manhandled by someone?"

That sentence irked him, and Y/N exactly knew what specific part of it too. It worked exactly like she had hoped, because in mere seconds, Harry's pants were down, Y/N panties were shoved aside, and he was sliding himself into her.

"So impatient." He groaned as he began moving in and out of her at a slow pace. Y/N had immediately become a mess, both mentally and physically. The sounds of their bodies intertwining were almost embarrassing; Y/N was absolutely soaking Harry's cock.

Harry's hand around her neck had made Y/N lightheaded, and it made his cock feel even better, which she had thought to be impossible. She held on tight to Harry's shoulders, bouncing against the door and careful not to bump her head.

His thrusts were calm and hard, and extremely deep. Y/N knew it had to do with the length of his cock, but it were his movements that really had him hitting spots that she had never known to exist before. Her nails dug into his shoulders, imagining her guts being rearranged with every time he pounded into her. It had to be.

"You’ve been so talkative this week... Where'd that all go, huh?" He said, trying not to succumb to the euphoria of his own movements as he began driving into Y/N faster.

He must've known she was close to her release, because Harry began to slow down. Frustrated, Y/N opened her eyes, clenching her hands around Harry when he suddenly pulled out of her and put her down on the ground. With great force he turned her around—her back now against him—walked her over to the bed, and pushed her upper body down it. Her right arm was stuck behind her back, kept there by the force of him, while the other gripped onto the sheet.

Y/N felt the heat of his breath as he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Color?"

"Green."

Her voice must've sounded really desperate, because Harry slipped back into her with a light chuckle. Y/N sighed at the relief of him ridding her from the temporary emptiness, but her breaths soon turned ragged again as Harry's pace increased.

His grip on her became tighter, ensuring she wouldn't move too much. Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Harry's slick cock pound into her at a speed that had her pushed deeper and deeper into the mattress. Gripping at the sheets, soft whines began to fall from her lips, earning a groan from Harry.

"C'mon, tell me how you feel." His encouraging voice sounded over the wet noises that emerged from their colliding bodies. Y/N was already exhausted, and she wasn't even the one doing all the hard work. The stimulation was just... so much. Her legs were losing stability by the second, and she was pretty sure she was going to fall apart in every sense of the word if he just kept going like this.

"So good... I don't think I can— my legs, Harry..." She whimpered, her body jerking forward with every thrust of his. Y/N words were interrupted by a string of whines, and moans and groans. She could barely hold herself together. For a second, it seemed that Harry was going easier on her, his pace softening. He leaned forward and gave her arm a squeeze, but Y/N's brows furrowed at the words that left Harry's mouth.

"You can handle it."

And just like that, he began rocking his hips against her with more force than before. She could quite literally feel the sexual frustration he must've been carrying all week as he pounded into her. Y/N was flabbergasted; she'd expected him to go easier on her. This was anything but easy.

"Color?" He asked again, though Y/N was sure his question stemmed more from wanting to remind her of the existence of the system rather than to actually check whether she wanted to continue. He could feel her clenching around her, and he must've heard the desperate cries of his name.

"Green— shit!" She spoke, words slurred as she pulsed around Harry's cock. Any noise seemed to float into the distance as Y/N slowly got consumed by her high.

"Fuck... there you go." Harry hissed, his hand roaming over her ass. The feeling of his skin caressing hers made Y/N mutter half a word before closing her mouth again. Harry immediately slowed down and leaned over, brushing the hair out of her face.

"You want to say something?"

Y/N looked straight forward, trying her best to meet the piercing gaze of the man above her. His tone was sweet, but everything else about Harry Styles was just plain intimidating.

"Y/N?" He raised his brow, unimpressed. "You've been so good this week, don't go silent on me now."

Slowly, she turned her head to him. Shooting him a nervous laugh, she finally spoke out.

"I just— wanted you to... I wanted to ask if you could like, spank me?"

"You want me to spank you?" Harry said, and Y/N could practically hear the grin in his voice. His hand was immediately back on her ass again, gliding over it with such ease that had her dangerously close to falling apart. Again. When she nodded, he leaned over a little further, his hips tightly moving forward. He definitely did it on purpose, breathy chuckles falling from his lips at the small yelp that escaped Y/N.

"Why?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed. Harry wasn't a stranger to her body or wants or needs anymore, but still it was a task to actually speak her desires out loud.

"Because..." she huffed, shifting slightly under him. "Because your hands are so big, and your rings—"

"My rings?" He interrupted her, sounding genuinely surprised. She hummed in response.

"I think they'd make it sting more, make me feel it a little longer." She confessed, and gasped when Harry's began to pick up his thrusts again. Before she knew it, Y/N was being nailed into the bed again, and her high was getting closer her at a record time.

Then, that anticipated sting spread across her right cheek, aligned with the noise that echoed in the room. Y/N let out a joyous groan, her eyes shut tightly at the impact of Harry's hand. That was going to leave a mark for sure.

"Fuck— such a filthy mouth for such an angel..." He panted, another slap ringing through the room as she took every inch that he slammed into her over and over again.

Y/N's stomach fluttered at the mention of the nickname. A whine slipped from her throat as her pussy began to twitch around Harry's cock. He let out a low laugh, continuing exactly as he was, watching her clutch the sheets and repeat his name in whispered pleas. But his ears perked up when he heard a small demand between the sound of his name.

"Harder, please."

"Don't you wanna come, baby?" He asked. He knew she was on the brink of an orgasm, and changing his pace would only further her from that. She shrugged.

"I just wanna feel you."

"You don't feel me right now?" Harry asked, a bit confused.

Y/N shook her head. "No, I do. I just... I want to feel it after, too."

"Jesus Christ..." Harry threw his head back, letting out a guttural noise. Without another word, he grabbed Y/N's hips with both hands and started rocking into her at a glorious pace.

Y/N jerked violently against the bed, her body wiggling back and forth as Harry stretched her out more than he already had, something which Y/N thought to be impossible. Her ragged breathing made it hard to suppress the moans that Harry pushed out of her with every frantic thrust.

"You're close, aren't you?" Harry said, his words as erratic as his breathing. "Knew you liked it rough, just had to pry it out of you, didn't I?"

Y/N moaned out a yes, but her verbal confirmation wasn't needed with the way she was pulsing around Harry.

"Being grabbed like a ragdoll, getting fucked like a whore... all while looking divine. Must've been made especially for me, angel." He hissed, landing another slap on Y/N's ass.

That was enough for her to fall apart, if not too much. With a loud cry of his name, Y/N reached her pinnacle, spasming under him. Harry whined, letting out a shuddering breath as he pulled out and let his sperm paint her back.

Y/N was sure nothing could ever feel better than this, and that notion in her head as she came down from her high scared her a bit. Nevertheless, she pushed it to the side as Harry moved behind her. She stayed still, physically and mentally unable to move.

She closed her eyes as Harry wiped his cum off her back with a towel, and smiled at his whispered praise. He was so sweet afterwards, much like the last time. It seemed to be easy for him; to switch from that dominant, ice cold man to this sweet and kind one, and then it flashed through Y/N's mind.

Was he that good at it because he'd had a lot of practice? With other women?

It wouldn't be crazy. If anything, it would be far from crazy. Harry was extremely handsome, and confident. He surely knew what he was doing because he's done it a lot of times. But that conclusion seemed to absolutely disgust Y/N. Her mind went back to that ex of Harry's she met at Sophie's party; was she one of few? Or one of many?

"Y/N?"

Y/N quickly snapped her head to Harry, who was standing in front of her with a glass of water. When did she sit up? She took the glass, and Harry seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"You okay, Angel?"

She nodded, looking into his beautiful green eyes. What was she thinking about again?

"You don't have to be anywhere in the upcoming days, right?" Harry stroked her knee as Y/N drank the entire glass of water in one go. Putting the glass on the night stand, she shook her head, and Harry grinned.

"Alright, you'll be staying here, then."

It started off Monday. Y/N had finally tied the knot in her head: she was going to quit. It was a heavy and haunting decision, but it was her only option.

And since she was going to quiet anyway, she had decided to take make some use of her paid leave. Very impulsively, she had requested to take five days off. Unfortunately, since it was so last minute, she couldn't immediately be free from the office, and had to brave through one more week before she could take nine days to herself.

Despite being able to see it in the agenda, it was common courtesy to inform your manager of your days off. Y/N had already told Sophie and she was thrilled, raving on and on about how she deserved to have some time off. But until Friday came around, she still had to go to the office, and she still had to face Oscar every day.

Ever since his fall-out at her desk, Y/N had been in a constant state of stress. His office was still across from her desk, and her skin still prickled when she felt him look at her through his office windows.

In the first week after she'd punched Oscar, she was so stressed that she threw up in the bathroom and lost her vision. She was forced to sit on the floor for thirty minutes before she was able to stand up again. Fortunately, there was only a total of two times where she'd heaved her breakfast straight into the toilet. The other time was when he just so happened to enter the file room right after Y/N had gone in there. There was no one else in the room, and she was paralyzed with fear. She jumped at the way he harshly dropped a box of files on the table in front of her, and her skin paled at the constant feeling of his eyes on her. After that, Y/N never again walked into an empty room.

While she wasn't vomiting or unable to see on a daily basis, the stress still made her body tremble all day and collapse from exhaustion once she got home. This week was of course no different. In fact, it might even be worse, considering she'd promised herself to inform HR of her resignation.

Monday felt like all of them did: long and dreadful. Sophie stopped by her desk to bring her a cinnamon oat latte and a chocolate chip muffin she'd picked up on the way to the office, and it made the heap of paperwork a bit easier to sort through and fill out.

Y/N never ended up going to HR that Monday. She walked back and forth to their office about five times. The fifth and final time, she was just about to knock on the door when she spotted Oscar at the end of the hallway. She noticed his pace quicken, and in state of panic and fear, she turned around and hurried to the women's restroom where she vomited out everything that had given her fuel for the day.

Tuesday evening, at around 4:30pm she finally gathered the courage to plan a meeting with HR. There was only one person left in the office, and while her stomach dropped when the man told her they had a free spot next week—the one week she wasn't there—she calmly nodded when he suggested a later date. He had asked her if it was urgent—maybe having noticed her shaking hands or just her nervous demeanor—but she was still on the fence about mentioning Oscar in regards to her leaving, so she ensured the man that Wednesday in two weeks was fine.

She left the office feeling a little lighter, and as she changed into her gym clothes, the stress from work floated away and was swiftly replaced with the one distraction intense enough to work: Harry.

After having had the best sex of her life last week, Y/N was very jittery about seeing Harry again. She knew he was a professional and wouldn't discard the training to take her to his apartment or just take her right there (although a girl could dream). But still, she was still excited to see him, and for him to see her. She really liked the way he looked at her.

So she did what she reckoned every girl with a gym crush would do: buy some new work-out clothes. Y/N was properly blushing at the multiple sets she added to her cart. When she put on her new matching brown one on Tuesday, she'd actually felt really hot.

Both nervous and excited, she walked into the gym that Tuesday evening. She'd been wearing a large vest and sweatpants to cover the outfit in case she'd suddenly feel self-conscious. Harry smiled when he saw Y/N, waving at her from the desk before continuing his conversation with one of the women from the self-defense classes. Y/N was early, so she went ahead and entered the training room to put her stuff in the corner by the bench. She took a deep breath before she took off her vest. Observing herself in the mirror, she adjusted her ponytail while waiting for Harry to arrive. 

Her heart thumped when she heard the door click shut, and upon turning around, the first thing she noticed were Harry's eyes subtly raking over her body. He didn't say anything as he walked over to the speakers, although she thought she saw a slight shake of his head.

Much like Y/N had anticipated—but hadn't hoped for—Harry acted annoyingly casual. Aside from ogling her the first three seconds of class, he hadn't said anything unrelated to the lesson. And yet, no matter the professionalism he exuded, the air was still thick with a deafening sense of wanting.

His eyes still wandered here and there, often regaining control before he could linger too long. The real problem were Harry's hands, and how the touch of his fingers wrapped around Y/N's waist or wrist sent butterflies to her core. The tension between the two had shifted from anticipatory to something steadier. They'd known each other all the way once before, and now they were left wanting more.

Despite the unspoken vibe between them, Harry had kept his composure. When Y/N realized that he probably wasn't going to deter from the lesson anytime soon, she began to focus a bit better, which led to a lot of verbal praise from Harry. Apart from everything that was going on in Y/N's life, it was nice to see that something was progressing steadily; she'd noticed how much stronger she had gotten in these past weeks.

She was satisfied with herself by the time she gathered her stuff and began to head to the door at the end of class. She hadn't, at all, expected Harry to push the door shut just as she had turned the handle.

It shut with a thud, and Y/N's breath hitched when she felt Harry's body against on hers. The room was suddenly humid, but the cool breath that tickled in Y/N's neck ran a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes at the feeling of Harry's cock pressing into her ass as his lips grazed her ear.

"I thought we agreed to keep classes strictly professional, hmm?" He asked in a low voice that made Y/N swallow; her throat was suddenly very dry.

She nodded in response, ears ringing from the proximity. "We did."

"Then why are you dressed like you want to be fucked against those mirrors?" Harry retorted with a bit of a grumble in his voice. Y/N's lower stomach fluttered at his tone, and she leaned back against him a bit.

"I'm not." She made a feeble attempt to defend herself, damn well knowing she stood no chance, not with how wet she had already become. "I— I just needed new gym clothes."

Harry let out a sigh, the heat of his breath making every hair on her neck stand up. Y/N had to refrain from gasping as his lips suddenly landed on her neck, planting soft, slow kisses. Biting her lip, she did her best not to moan at the way he sucked on that sensitive spot. Her entire body was heating up as he worked his way up to her ear, and then he stopped.

"Unless you want me to bend you over the bench press, I suggest you don't wear something like that again."

Y/N barely had time to comprehend the words he just said when he backed away. She turned her head, watching in confusion and pure arousal as he walked back towards the speakers as if he hadn't just said what he said. She quickly opened the door and left the building.

…TWO DAYS LATER…

Wednesday passed by in a flash, and when Thursday came around, Y/N had decided it was time for some excitement when she stood in front of her closet in the afternoon. Normally, she'd go to the gym for strength training on Saturday, but Sophie had invited her to a shopping day and then a pub night with Greg and Harry, so she had decided to get in her exercise on Thursday.

Just because she could—and mostly because she was feeling extra bold—she chose to wear another new set. A deep red one, this time. A pair of shorts and a sports bra, a bit of a different model than the brown one. She had bought a matching tight vest as well, knowing she would probably get too insecure to just wear the bra and the shorts. Of course, Y/N turned out to be very predictable, because she didn't feel secure until she zipped up the vest.

Having had a long day at work, Y/N wasn't able to get to the gym until an hour after she'd eaten her late dinner. By the time she arrived, it was 9:15pm. There weren't many people there—members of this gym clearly didn't like to work out at night. Alan, the trainer to whom she had spoken to once, was the only person she recognized from the six who were filling up the room.

When Y/N walked in, one of the personal trainers, Alan, complimented her outfit and she blushed, thanking him before asking if he could help her with an exercise she'd been having difficulties with. Normally, she'd ask Harry, but he was absolutely nowhere in sight. She was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't here at all, and that weighed a bit heavy in her stomach.

Alan was kind, taking his time as he explained it and sat through the exercises with her. After that, he just stuck around as she went on with her exercises, and they talked about everything and nothing as he helped her along.

"Any plans this weekend?" Y/N asked as she did her sets on the leg press. Alan nodded, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

"I'm going on a date, actually." He confessed a bit shyly. Her eyes widened, pushing against the leg press one more time before locking it in and turning to him.

"That's so great! Where are you going?"

"To the Lotus." He answered, and Y/N nodded her head in approval at the mention of the restaurant. It was a very acclaimed establishment. Y/N had always wanted to go there.

"How did you meet her?" She went on.

"I met her here, actually." He answered, looking around the place as if it had suddenly been coated with magic. Y/N's heart melted at how giddy Alan looked.

"Wow, who said great love stories couldn't start at a gym?" She asked rhetorically, getting up from her seat. Alan laughed, opening his mouth to say something, but he halted when another voice joined the conversation.

"Hello there." Harry walked up to the two, his tone cheery, but Y/N heard a bit of skepticism laced in it as well. The corner of Alan's mouth tugged up.

"Speaking of... I'm gonna go. Have a good night guys." Alan said, throwing a smile at Y/N before walking towards the exit past Harry, but not before stopping to whisper in his ear: " Not too good, eh?"

Harry couldn't suppress his grin as Alan walked off, and Y/N was standing there like a deer in headlights. She had already mentally stored away the expectation of seeing Harry tonight, so it was safe to say she was caught off guard by his appearance.

"Hi." Harry repeated, and Y/N blinked.

"Hi." She said back. Damn it, where had all her confidence from earlier today gone?!

Carefully, she looked around the room. There was someone on the treadmill, a couple others doing exercises with the free weights, and someone using the smith machine. In other words, there were far too many people for her to get all hot and bothered by the owner of the gym. What would people think? They'd probably assume she was some cheap skank who just comes to the gym to hook up with the man who owns it. And the worst part? They wouldn't even be entirely wrong.

To avoid any such assumptions, Y/N took her attention off the gorgeous man in front of her and bent down to grab her bag and water bottle. By the time she stood upright again, she felt like her knees were going to buckle under Harry's intense stare. She smiled awkwardly.

"I'm gonna—" she took a few steps towards the exit, pointing at it with her thumb. But as she passed Harry, he suddenly grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Y/N's eyes shot to his, heart pounding in her chest.

"This looks an awful lot like what you were wearing on Tuesday." Harry stated lowly, making sure no one else heard what he said. He wasn't standing too close to her, so the conversation didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. It was his threat from Tuesday, though, that thickened the air in the room.

"I— it's red." Y/N stammered.

It's red? Was she serious?

She didn't have too much time to dwell on it, however, as her attention became occupied with Harry's wandering fingers which grabbed her zipper and gently pulled it down, further and further, until her red sports bra was visible. Y/N's stomach swirled in anticipation, even the hint of his touch driving her to madness. Then, without another word, he let go of her arm. Y/N finally looked up at the man who was actively melting her brain into jelly, and swallowed at the nonchalant look on his face. God, he was handsome.

Harry took a step back, curling his fingers in a beckoning gesture. Y/N immediately followed as Harry walked into his office. He waited by the door as she entered, closing it right behind her. The click of the lock wasn't extremely loud, but it sucked the air right out her lungs. Y/N turned around, facing Harry who stood with his hands behind his back.

"Do you get a kick out of pushing my buttons?" He said calmly, sitting down on the black leather couch to Y/N's right. She turned her whole body to him, cheeks flushing at the question.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Y/N said, trying to sound as oblivious as possible. But no matter how much she would've actually sounded innocent, Harry never would've believed her. Her shook his head slightly, a grin slowly appearing on his face. 

"Didn't peck you for a liar, Angel." A glimmer faced in his eyes as he spoke, enjoying this playful part of their dynamic very much. Y/N took a deep breath, doing her very best not to succumb to that damned nickname he had for her. Somehow it had become some kind of kryptonite. Even one mention of it had the ability to send her into some sort of trance where she'd do anything for him.

It was already working, because when Harry muttered out a low "c'mere" she instantly complied, walking over to the couch and placing herself on his lap.

"Look at you," he rasped, his hand roaming over the small of her back. "Coming to my gym, wearing those aggravatingly tight shorts... straight up torturing me."

His hand squeezed her ass, and Y/N's hips automatically jerked forward in response, grinding right onto the bulge beneath Harry's training pants. Her breath hitched, grasping into his shoulder.

"And I just have to watch, knowing I can't just bend you over and fuck you right then and there." He went on. Y/N closed her eyes, envisioning the implied scenario he was laying before her. A small, struggling sound came from the back of her throat.

"You said you would... if I wore something like this again." She said, hoping it reminded him enough to just close down the gym and fulfill that threat of fucking her on the bench press he made two days ago. Harry huffed a laugh.

"Thought you didn't know what I was talking about." He said, and Y/N felt her ears heat up, but she was excited, dying to see what he would do. Harry lifted her up, moving her so she was now straddling his left thigh.

"I gotta stay professional, Angel. I gotta give you your money's worth." He began, his left hand pushing on Y/N's lower back. Slowly, she started moving along, her hips grazing back and forth over his thigh. Her core felt like it was on fire, and the movements soothed the ache in her belly that grew in size every second.

"Is that why you wore this today?" Harry sounded husky, as if he was struggling a bit himself at the moment. Though, he kept calm as he stimulated Y/N's motions. She was being shy, but the rolling of her hips was intensifying with every word that fell from Harry's mischievous lips. "Did you want me to follow through with what I said?"

Y/N looked up at Harry, annoyed by the lack of satisfaction she was getting at the moment. Her gaze exuded exhaustion, and within that exhaustion something altogether more intense; something desperate.

"Don't make promises you aren't going to keep."

She hadn't expected for Harry to react the way he did, but she sure didn't mind him crashing his lips onto her, yanking her towards him in the process. Back arched, she leaned into the kiss as Harry's tongue claimed her mouth.

Harry pulled her closer as he moved down to her neck. Y/N whimpered at the lingering kisses his swollen lips left on her skin, and let him aggressively take off her sports vest. She steadied herself by putting her hands on his shoulders, and began to move her hips again, the closer angle, along with the friction of both their clothing materials making for way better stimulation. Harry took his lips off her and leaned back into the couch, taking in the sight of Y/N working herself up against his leg.

The way he sat there, lips all red and legs widely spread, with that defined jaw and ever so confident look in his eyes... it was singlehandedly the hottest thing she'd ever seen. He looked down at her shorts, observing the small darker patch that had begun to form due to her drenched pussy. On a whim, he reached over and put his thumb against her clit.

"God, you're wet. Soaked all the way through your clothes onto mine." He rasped, watching the scene unfold. Y/N let out a a quiet gasp at the sudden touch on her sensitive clit speeding up the process of reaching an orgasm. He wasn't moving his thumb, merely putting it there as a prop, letting her do all the work. Her hips instinctively moved forward when Harry even teasingly retracted his thumb a few millimeters. She didn't even care that he chuckled at her hopelessness; she only cared about his big hands on hers.

Y/N bit her lip as her movements became stronger, thrown off by the absolute and utter need of a release that had slammed into her the second Harry's thumb grazed over her swollen clit. Never before had she been so close to reach an orgasm from these rather teenage-like manners of stimulation. Riding someone's thigh had never occurred to her before, at least not in a way that could truly satisfy her.

"Doing so good, Angel, riding my thigh like this. You needed it bad, didn't you?" He asked. Y/N nodded her head, giving him a weak verbal confirmation.

"Yes..." she squeezed Harry's shoulder. "Please... move."

But Harry didn't do shit. Instead, he tilted his head innocently, not caring that the girl in front of him was already shaking from her nearing release. "Move?"

"Your thumb!" Y/N exclaimed in frustration, her eyes widening when she realized how loud that sounded and quickly retracting to a whisper. "Please, make me cum."

Harry cursed something under his breath before pushing her hips further into him and his thumb. The stinging presence of his finger made Y/N's mouth fall open, and Harry had to use his free hand to put it over her mouth as he began rubbing circles on her clit. The sounds of her soaked pussy were audible even through her clothes, and Y/N felt herself clench around nothing.

"O— oh! Harry..." She cried, pushing her chest more into his face as she rode out the wave of ecstasy. Harry hummed against her skin, biting her shoulder momentarily before leaning back in order to sing her praises as Y/N came all over his thighs. Movements slowing down, Y/N reveled in the feeling of Harry's large hand wrapped around her mouth as she rode out her orgasm.

"There you go... Fuck, angel." Harry panted, but Y/N barely processed what he said as she came down from her orgasm. It felt like having to land back on earth after shooting into space for a moment.

Harry let Y/N come down for a minute before he let her stand up again. When she did, realization sunk into her, and she began scrambling for her things. Harry was quick to grab her arms, slowing her down a bit.

"Are you okay?" He asked, immediate concern in his voice. Y/N nodded, but didn't meet his eyes.

"What if someone heard?" She said, her chest deflating as she spoke. It was clear to Harry that she felt embarrassed. He leaned down, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"No one heard." He said with such certainty that 99% of Y/N immediately believed him. But there was still that one percent. "Were you uncomfortable doing this?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "No! It's not that. It's just— I don't want to get in trouble or anything."

It was deadly quiet for a second. When Y/N's gaze finally travelled to Harry's, she saw that his lips had spread into the tiniest smile.

"You know I own this place, right?"

"Yes." Y/N said. He tilted his head.

"And you know that means that I'm the boss, right?" He said slowly, and Y/N huffed.

"Yes."

"So... who exactly would we get in trouble with?"

Y/N could tell her was finding it amusing, and she had to fight to keep from chuckling herself. She knew that, if he put it that way, of course it wasn't a big deal, and yet it felt like it. Somehow, Harry could sense that.

"None of my staff are here anymore. I sent them home early because I saw you walking in, and all the other people can't even come here because the entire hallway is staff only." He explained, cupping her face with his hand. "No one is going to think something weird because no one saw or heard anything."

Y/N let out a sigh, comforted by Harry's logical response. Immediately, a pit of guilt began to grow in her stomach. She really hoped he wasn't taking her worry personally.

"I'm sorry." She couldn't help but say, her lips pouted as she waited for the apology to land. There was a slight flicker in Harry's eyes, and if Y/N hadn't been watching him so intently, she wouldn't have noticed it. But she did.

"It's okay." He smiled at her.

Was it, though?

…TWO DAYS LATER…

"You seriously suck at this." Harry laughed as he watched Sophie miss the balls on the pool table again. This was her fourth try, and it wasn't really looking great.

"I hate this game. It's wrinkling my skirt." She backed away from the pool table, handing the stick to her boyfriend, who gave it a try and nailed it in one go. Sophie crossed her arms, walking over to Y/N. "Whatever, we're far too pretty to be concerned with our adequacy at pool."

Y/N lifted her glass. "Damn right."

Y/N was horrible at pool too, but she didn't exactly hate it. It might've had to do with the fact that sucking at this game equaled Harry coming over to help her. She was never even going to try to get better if it meant having Harry bent over her, his perfume coating around her.

She watched as Harry leaned over the table, his rolled-up sleeves emphasizing the veins on his forearms. God, she could look at those forearms all day. Harry had really made Y/N a different person.

After Harry's turn, it was clear that he had won. The girls cheered for him shortly before Sophie downed the rest of her cocktail in one go.

"We need another game. And another drink." She said, placing her glass on the table. Y/N chuckled at her friend. "Unfortunately, my last alcoholic drink of the night."

"Why? Big plans tomorrow?" Y/N wiggled her eyebrows, and Sophie tilted her head.

"More like a big case that I need to read into some more." She sighed, throwing her friend an exhausted smile. Y/N grimaced, putting a sympathetic hand on Sophie's shoulders.

"Damn, poor you." She said, not trying to pay attention to Harry, who was putting all the pool balls back onto the middle of the table for the next people. It was so damn hard to keep her eyes off him.

"I should've just taken a vacation like you. Get in some self care days." Sophie dropped her head on Y/N's shoulder, disappearing from her vision long enough that Y/N could see Harry's head snap towards her.

Suddenly, a burst of energy charged back into Sophie, and she gasped in excitement at spotting something in the back.

"Dartboard!" She exclaimed, grabbing Greg's arm and dragging him to the free dartboard in the corner. There had been people using it ever since the four arrived to the bar, but it seemed that they'd finally left.

Y/N chuckled as she watched her friend pull her boyfriend along, so much that she almost didn't notice Harry, who was now standing behind her. Except that she always noticed, because his presence weighed on her like nothing had ever before. She felt him everywhere, all the time, even if he was across the room. Y/N's eyes did widen when he swiftly turned her around.

"You're taking a vacation?" He asked, his stern voice reflecting the finger digging grip on her waist. Y/N looked back at where Greg and Sophie were standing, cheeks flushing. She knew she was being ridiculous; Sophie definitely knew that Y/N and Harry had been flirty with each other. And yet... she felt just like she did a few days ago, when she thought people might have heard them; as if she was walking on a fragile, glass floor.

Then, suddenly, Harry wrapped his arm around her and Y/N lifted off the ground. She gasped, grasping Harry's shoulders to not fall over his shoulder as he carried her to the side of the bar. By the time her feet reached the ground again, Harry's propped her against a wooden pillar, out of Greg and Sophie's sight.

Y/N playfully slapped Harry's shoulder, cheeks red from the effortlessness with which he had carried her. His face was serious, though.

"I asked you a question, Angel." He said. Y/N felt her heartbeat speed up. He was being very strict right now, and it suited him. She got distracted however, at the sight of Harry's eyes turning a bit frantic as he scanned Y/N's face.

"Did he..." he slowly leaned in. "do something again?"

"What?" Y/N frowned, and then it clicked. "Oh— no! No he didn't do anything."

"You can tell me if he did." He insisted, and by the slight furrow of his brow she could tell that he was still making sure if Y/N was telling the truth. There was a slight pang in her chest; a stinging feeling. Didn't he trust her to tell the truth?

"I know." Y/N frowned. Harry seemed to have been able to read Y/N's thoughts, because he grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Hey, I believe you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like I don't." He assured her, and Y/N closed her eyes for a long second before gazing into Harry's green pair again.

"So," he spoke again, a slight grin creeping up his face. "A vacation, huh?"

Y/N nodded.

"Any big, exciting plans?"

"Uhm, no not really." She shrugged, but worry began to flood inside her brain. Maybe she should've thought about this longer. What was she going to do with all that free time? What if she couldn't find enough things to occupy herself with, and just replay the Oscar situation in her head, over and over again?

"So your schedule is pretty clear for the upcoming days?" Harry's question made her jump from the destructive train of thought and come back to reality. She shook her head in response, and a wicked grin spread across Harry's face. "What are you doing tonight?"

Color rose to Y/N's cheeks, the room becoming warmer with the second. Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestive question, but it also confused her a bit.

"We're playing pool. Well— darts, it seems." Y/N replied, her voice sounding a bit breathy as she carefully scanned Harry's face to see if that was the right answer. He merely hummed in amusement.

"I meant, after this."

Y/N's stomach flipped, and she began fiddling with her hands. "Sleeping?" She swallowed.

Harry could be so intimidating if he wanted to. And the way he was towering over her right now, one arm leaning against the pillar behind her, the other roaming over her waist... it nearly made her stutter.

"With me?"

Y/N had to try not to look like her eyes were bulging out of her sockets as the question rolled off Harry's tongue. For a moment, it crossed her mind that it might be a joke—though she sincerely hoped it wasn't—but he looked deadly serious. Swallowing, she nodded intently.

"Yeah? Wanna come home with me tonight?"

Yes, yes, yes. It was the only word that floated through Y/N's mind, and she was quick to verbally confirm. Harry leaned in, his lips nearing hers at an agonizingly calm speed. His mouth was less than an inch away, grazing over hers, and Y/N suddenly became overwhelmed with the need to lean forward. But she stayed back. Harry was the one in control; she liked it like that.

"Good girl." He whispered, then pushed his hand off the pillar and took a step back. His eyes darted to Greg and Sophia, who had already started a round of their own. He nodded his head towards their friends, and began walking towards them, leaving Y/N stunned and soaked.

****

After an hour of playing darts, and Sophia's surprising victory in the last round which she mocked Harry about relentlessly (Harry won the other five rounds), they all decided to call it a night. Sophia gave Y/N a not-so-mysterious eyebrow wiggle as Harry declared he'd get her home safely, but she refrained from saying anything that would've made Y/N's ears go red.

The entire ride Y/N felt like she was on fire. She couldn't believe she was going to Harry's place; it felt like such a big deal. But then again, maybe it wasn't? After all, she wasn't that experienced in the dating department, so maybe Harry inviting her over wasn't so special. She spent the entire ride debating it, slowly succumbing to her thoughts until Harry put his hand on hers. Like a gush of wind that blows smoke away, Y/N's mind was suddenly very clear.

She stayed close to Harry the entire way up, and she could tell he was holding himself in. The way his fingers dug into her waist as he observed her features in the elevator with this longing look in his eyes... it all pointed to one thing: he wanted her in his bed as soon as possible. That did make Y/N's ears go red.

But as soon as they entered the apartment, Harry was as cool as a cucumber. He walks in front of Y/N, throwing the keys on his kitchen counter before taking off his jacket. She awkwardly followed, giving him a queasy smile as he took her jacket and hung it up back by the door. Y/N's eyes carefully floated over the room; his apartment was pretty.

It had way more personality than she'd expected. Instead of the grey apartment she'd envisioned, Harry's placed consisted entirely out of warm tones. Dark green paint had coated the walls and every single light was warm toned. There were touches of gold here and there; the edges of the coffee table, the picture frames on the wall. It was an inviting space. She didn't notice Harry approaching with a full glass of water.

"Here," he handed it to her. "drink a bit of water."

"Oh, uhm—"Her eyes flicked from Harry to the water, but he quickly interrupted her.

"Wasn't a question. Drink up." He repeated, and although his tone was every bit as serious as intimidating, the glint in his eyes exuded pure amusement. Y/N didn't say a word and followed the orders of the man in front of her, who hummed in approval as she took a couple of sips. When she was done, he took the glass from her and walked back to put it on the kitchen counter. Y/N was left admiring more of his apartment, but the sound of Harry's voice took her out of the house inspection.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped back there, in the bar." He said, waltzing back over to Y/N. "Putting you in the corner and interrogating you like that. I didn't mean to manhandle you or something."

"It's fine:" Y/N shrugged her shoulders, letting Harry scan her face to decide for himself if that answer was sincere. When he noticed that she meant it, the corner of his mouth slowly tugged up. Y/N looked to the ground, and croaked out: "I kinda liked it."

Harry's brows raised in surprise. She could feel his eyes burning through her skull, and yet she still waited for him to move her. Tension in her lower belly swirled when he mindlessly grabbed her chin and pushed her face up. She swallowed at the rough movement.

"Did you now?"

Y/N hummed another yes.

"And what did you like exactly?" He questioned, looking down at her as if she were some type of prey. She could've dropped to her knees then and there just from that look in his sinful eyes.

"The way you grabbed me, carried me, as if it was nothing. As if you— you could just throw me around if you wanted to." She said, straightening her back as she spoke and leaning into him a little bit. Y/N was getting less and less nervous when it came to expressing her thoughts.

"You like the idea of me throwing you around the bedroom." Harry's voice was cocky, which made Y/N want to roll her eyes and at the same time suck him off. He was just so hot whenever he used that certain tone of voice.

Y/N physically felt her ears heat up, and she debated for a second if she should make the confession that was currently burning in her throat. She decided to go for it.

"I've came to the idea of you throwing me around in the bedroom."

It was the first time Y/N had ever seen Harry's eyes widen in shock at something she had said. She swallowed, deeply nervous of what he was going to do once he'd processed her response.

In a flash, Harry had grabbed her by the legs and hoisted her up. Y/N shrieked, throwing her arms around him as she let him carry her to his bedroom. As soon as he'd closed the door, he pushed her against it, immediately pushing his mouth on hers.

Y/N took his tongue gladly, letting it roam her mouth as she did the same with him. She locked her legs tightly around Harry's waist, pulling him closer and feeling the bulge in his pants poke through. The skirt she wore had already ridden up, and nothing but a thong was covering her heat as he began grinding against her.

When he moved his mouth away from her, Y/N almost instinctively tried to go for Harry's neck, but the sudden grip of his hand on her neck pushed her back against the door.

"Not so fast." He tutted her, and while he was being smug, Y/N could tell he was barely able to keep his own composure.

"Do you know about the stoplight system?"

Y/N raised a brow. "Like, on the road?"

Harry chuckled, and Y/N bit her lip in embarrassment. "Like, in the bedroom."

"Right..." She muttered. "Uhm, you mean, colors?"

"Exactly." He hummed, his hand tightening around her neck, sending a flash of wetness down the her pussy. "Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. What color would the grip of my hand be right now?"

Y/N eyed Harry, who eagerly awaited her response. She was growing impatient with him, despite fully understanding the need of explaining these things before getting into it. She was just so horny.

"Neon green." Y/N responded, just wanting him to fuck her. Harry sputtered out a laugh, catching on to her restlessness.

"Neon green can look an awful lot like yellow." He teased, and Y/N huffed.

"Harry..."

"Y/N..." he mocked.

Y/N squinted at the man in front of her. "Are you going to do something or will I just have to keep getting myself off to the idea of getting manhandled by someone?"

That sentence irked him, and Y/N exactly knew what specific part of it too. It worked exactly like she had hoped, because in mere seconds, Harry's pants were down, Y/N panties were shoved aside, and he was sliding himself into her.

"So impatient." He groaned as he began moving in and out of her at a slow pace. Y/N had immediately become a mess, both mentally and physically. The sounds of their bodies intertwining were almost embarrassing; Y/N was absolutely soaking Harry's cock.

Harry's hand around her neck had made Y/N lightheaded, and it made his cock feel even better, which she had thought to be impossible. She held on tight to Harry's shoulders, bouncing against the door and careful not to bump her head.

His thrusts were calm and hard, and extremely deep. Y/N knew it had to do with the length of his cock, but it were his movements that really had him hitting spots that she had never known to exist before. Her nails dug into his shoulders, imagining her guts being rearranged with every time he pounded into her. It had to be.

"You’ve been so talkative this week... Where'd that all go, huh?" He said, trying not to succumb to the euphoria of his own movements as he began driving into Y/N faster.

He must've known she was close to her release, because Harry began to slow down. Frustrated, Y/N opened her eyes, clenching her hands around Harry when he suddenly pulled out of her and put her down on the ground. With great force he turned her around—her back now against him—walked her over to the bed, and pushed her upper body down it. Her right arm was stuck behind her back, kept there by the force of him, while the other gripped onto the sheet.

Y/N felt the heat of his breath as he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Color?"

"Green."

Her voice must've sounded really desperate, because Harry slipped back into her with a light chuckle. Y/N sighed at the relief of him ridding her from the temporary emptiness, but her breaths soon turned ragged again as Harry's pace increased.

His grip on her became tighter, ensuring she wouldn't move too much. Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Harry's slick cock pound into her at a speed that had her pushed deeper and deeper into the mattress. Gripping at the sheets, soft whines began to fall from her lips, earning a groan from Harry.

"C'mon, tell me how you feel." His encouraging voice sounded over the wet noises that emerged from their colliding bodies. Y/N was already exhausted, and she wasn't even the one doing all the hard work. The stimulation was just... so much. Her legs were losing stability by the second, and she was pretty sure she was going to fall apart in every sense of the word if he just kept going like this.

"So good... I don't think I can— my legs, Harry..." She whimpered, her body jerking forward with every thrust of his. Y/N words were interrupted by a string of whines, and moans and groans. She could barely hold herself together. For a second, it seemed that Harry was going easier on her, his pace softening. He leaned forward and gave her arm a squeeze, but Y/N's brows furrowed at the words that left Harry's mouth.

"You can handle it."

And just like that, he began rocking his hips against her with more force than before. She could quite literally feel the sexual frustration he must've been carrying all week as he pounded into her. Y/N was flabbergasted; she'd expected him to go easier on her. This was anything but easy.

"Color?" He asked again, though Y/N was sure his question stemmed more from wanting to remind her of the existence of the system rather than to actually check whether she wanted to continue. He could feel her clenching around her, and he must've heard the desperate cries of his name.

"Green— shit!" She spoke, words slurred as she pulsed around Harry's cock. Any noise seemed to float into the distance as Y/N slowly got consumed by her high.

"Fuck... there you go." Harry hissed, his hand roaming over her ass. The feeling of his skin caressing hers made Y/N mutter half a word before closing her mouth again. Harry immediately slowed down and leaned over, brushing the hair out of her face.

"You want to say something?"

Y/N looked straight forward, trying her best to meet the piercing gaze of the man above her. His tone was sweet, but everything else about Harry Styles was just plain intimidating.

"Y/N?" He raised his brow, unimpressed. "You've been so good this week, don't go silent on me now."

Slowly, she turned her head to him. Shooting him a nervous laugh, she finally spoke out.

"I just— wanted you to... I wanted to ask if you could like, spank me?"

"You want me to spank you?" Harry said, and Y/N could practically hear the grin in his voice. His hand was immediately back on her ass again, gliding over it with such ease that had her dangerously close to falling apart. Again. When she nodded, he leaned over a little further, his hips tightly moving forward. He definitely did it on purpose, breathy chuckles falling from his lips at the small yelp that escaped Y/N.

"Why?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed. Harry wasn't a stranger to her body or wants or needs anymore, but still it was a task to actually speak her desires out loud.

"Because..." she huffed, shifting slightly under him. "Because your hands are so big, and your rings—"

"My rings?" He interrupted her, sounding genuinely surprised. She hummed in response.

"I think they'd make it sting more, make me feel it a little longer." She confessed, and gasped when Harry's began to pick up his thrusts again. Before she knew it, Y/N was being nailed into the bed again, and her high was getting closer her at a record time.

Then, that anticipated sting spread across her right cheek, aligned with the noise that echoed in the room. Y/N let out a joyous groan, her eyes shut tightly at the impact of Harry's hand. That was going to leave a mark for sure.

"Fuck— such a filthy mouth for such an angel..." He panted, another slap ringing through the room as she took every inch that he slammed into her over and over again.

Y/N's stomach fluttered at the mention of the nickname. A whine slipped from her throat as her pussy began to twitch around Harry's cock. He let out a low laugh, continuing exactly as he was, watching her clutch the sheets and repeat his name in whispered pleas. But his ears perked up when he heard a small demand between the sound of his name.

"Harder, please."

"Don't you wanna come, baby?" He asked. He knew she was on the brink of an orgasm, and changing his pace would only further her from that. She shrugged.

"I just wanna feel you."

"You don't feel me right now?" Harry asked, a bit confused.

Y/N shook her head. "No, I do. I just... I want to feel it after, too."

"Jesus Christ..." Harry threw his head back, letting out a guttural noise. Without another word, he grabbed Y/N's hips with both hands and started rocking into her at a glorious pace.

Y/N jerked violently against the bed, her body wiggling back and forth as Harry stretched her out more than he already had, something which Y/N thought to be impossible. Her ragged breathing made it hard to suppress the moans that Harry pushed out of her with every frantic thrust.

"You're close, aren't you?" Harry said, his words as erratic as his breathing. "Knew you liked it rough, just had to pry it out of you, didn't I?"

Y/N moaned out a yes, but her verbal confirmation wasn't needed with the way she was pulsing around Harry.

"Being grabbed like a ragdoll, getting fucked like a whore... all while looking divine. Must've been made especially for me, angel." He hissed, landing another slap on Y/N's ass.

That was enough for her to fall apart, if not too much. With a loud cry of his name, Y/N reached her pinnacle, spasming under him. Harry whined, letting out a shuddering breath as he pulled out and let his sperm paint her back.

Y/N was sure nothing could ever feel better than this, and that notion in her head as she came down from her high scared her a bit. Nevertheless, she pushed it to the side as Harry moved behind her. She stayed still, physically and mentally unable to move.

She closed her eyes as Harry wiped his cum off her back with a towel, and smiled at his whispered praise. He was so sweet afterwards, much like the last time. It seemed to be easy for him; to switch from that dominant, ice cold man to this sweet and kind one, and then it flashed through Y/N's mind.

Was he that good at it because he'd had a lot of practice? With other women?

It wouldn't be crazy. If anything, it would be far from crazy. Harry was extremely handsome, and confident. He surely knew what he was doing because he's done it a lot of times. But that conclusion seemed to absolutely disgust Y/N. Her mind went back to that ex of Harry's she met at Sophie's party; was she one of few? Or one of many?

"Y/N?"

Y/N quickly snapped her head to Harry, who was standing in front of her with a glass of water. When did she sit up? She took the glass, and Harry seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"You okay, Angel?"

She nodded, looking into his beautiful green eyes. What was she thinking about again?

"You don't have to be anywhere in the upcoming days, right?" Harry stroked her knee as Y/N drank the entire glass of water in one go. Putting the glass on the night stand, she shook her head, and Harry grinned.

"Alright, you'll be staying here, then."