In which Harry is a college student interning at a business investment corporation where Miss Y/L/N is his extremely attractive older boss.
warnings: age gap (8 years), smut
Harry has never been more blessed in his life than he is right now. He felt like the luckiest person in the world landing this internship at a huge corporation that partners with business to help fund and support promising business ventures.
Harry isn’t interested in what the actual job is all that much, but the fact that he got an internship at all, especially at this place is impressive.
Students who attend and have attended his college always try to get an internship at this corporation, but nobody has ever been accepted to do an internship here.
Harry knew it was risky trying to land an internship at one of the biggest corporations in his town, but Harry has always been the type of guy who fully believes that life should be lived on the idea of you either go big or go home.
So one day, when Harry’s business 3203 class was told that each student must go out and find an internship for the semester for 50 percent of his final, he made up his mind that he was going to try to work at Frazier Corp.
Harry had his resume, and cover letter ready in hand as he marched into the building, asking if he could speak to someone about an internship position.
The lady at the front desk immediately shook her head no, telling him that it’s basically impossible to get one, and to just somewhere else.
The thing about Harry is he doesn’t give up. He demanded to at least be given a chance to speak to someone. Only then will he accept a denial.
By the miracle of heaven a lady had walked up to the desk.
“Is everything alright over here Mary?” The goddess of a woman asks.
Harry’s mouth instantly runs dry as he stares at the lady who is wearing a black suit with a tight black bodysuit under, stiletto pumps and her hair down in perfect place.
He blinks a few times trying to regain his composure. Harry hoans in on the conversation being had between the two women.
“Oh! Miss Y/L/N, hello I didn’t see you come in, how are you this morning.” The front desk lady, Mary is apparently her name, smiles up at the beauty.
“I’m doing fine, how are you?” Miss Y/L/N asks back out of courtesy. Harry can tell she didn’t really want to ask by the way her fingers, which are clasp together, tighten as she speaks.
“I’m doing fine this morning, thank you for asking.” Mary replies.
“Hmmm, so what is going on with this young man here? Is he bothering you?”
“Oh, um, well…he was asking about wanting to get an internship position here, but I told him that it’s best if he leaves!” Mary adds on for good measure.
The lady pivots on her toes and turns to face Harry. His breath is instantly stripped from his lungs as his eye connects with the pair that belongs to her.
She is beautiful, stunning, breathtakingly angelic. Harry is instantly in awe of her. His skin tingles like his limbs are going numb, and blood is rushing through them to revive their life.
Wow is all Harry can think as he looks at her. Miss Y/L/N is staring at him. Her sharp commanding eyes don’t move a hair from his.
She breaks the stare to turn her head over her shoulder to look at Mary. “Send him up to my office in fifteen minutes.”
With that said she walks off leaving both Harry and Mary stunned.
She interviewed him, and gave him the internship position the same day. Now, Harry comes into the building every Tuesday and Thursday to shadow an older lady named Jan.
He’s like her personal assistant, but Jan is amazing and often will show and explain things to Harry to educate him on basic workings that go on the inside.
Ever since that interview Harry hasn’t seen much of Miss Y/L/N. Harry to this day doesn’t know her first name, and he is itching to know.
Every time he sees her, she will glance at him and quickly look away. Harry has tried to say hi to her, but all of the times he has, she flat out ignored him.
Harry understands why he doesn’t see much of her because she is the head of his department. Miss Y/L/N is the daughter of
The CEO of the company, and Miss Y/L/N is the COO of the company, making her very important, and very busy.
What Harry doesn’t understand is why she is so cold to him. He can admit that she is not the warmest, most welcoming person in the world, but she certainly isn’t coldest. She greets everyone she sees, and makes sure to smile when she looks at them. People have said that it’s her goal for everyone to feel comfortable and safe with her in a position of power. She wants their trust, and has certainly earned it.
But with Harry, she was so cold.
No smiles, no greetings, and most certainly no formalities.
Harry is like a ghost to her, and he can’t lie. It stings a bit, especially since Harry thinks she is the most beautiful person on this earth.
Harry is twenty one, in his first semester of his senior year. He also knows that Miss Y/L/N is twenty nine.
He knows that he is probably too young for her to even think of ever wanting, but Harry can’t help but pine.
When he attends his hockey teams parties, he sometimes will take a girl to an empty room, and fuck them. As of lately, every girl he fucks, he can only picture Miss Y/L/N under him.
She’s fucking ruined him.
Harry is like a lost puppy desperate for her attention, but he has finally accepted after two months that he will never get it.
“Hey Harry, can you please deliver this document to Miss Y/L/N, she’s requested it.” Jan asks Harry, holding out an orange folder.
Harry feels a lump form in his throat. The thought of knocking on her office, and hand delivering a document to her is scary, Harry can’t lie. She’s just so damn intimidating.
“Y-yeah, I can do that for you.” Harry grabs the folder with shaky hands, and stands up from his little desk which is perched up next to Jan’s desk.
Harry smoothes his hands down his long sleeve button up shirt. He runs his hands through his messy mop of curls as he walks down the hall towards the big double doors leading to Miss Y/L/N’s office.
Harry takes calculated steps towards her office, and once he is in front of the door, he slowly raises his hand which is balled up in a fist and knocks on the door three times.
He nervously waits a whole five seconds before hearing a monotone ‘come in’ from the small little intercom on the side.
Harry grasps the door handle and opens the door. He only cracks it enough so that his body can fit through. He closes the door behind him and turns.
Miss Y/L/N is glued to her computer typing away, doing Lord knows what. Harry approaches her desk and clears his throat once he is standing in front of her.
Miss Y/L/N looks up from her computer. Her captive feline eyes capture him in a trance. “Mr. Styles, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Jan wanted me to deliver this to you.” Harry couldn’t help but stare at the beauty who was wearing a tight black dress, sheer black tights, and an oversized black suit jacket with black heeled boots that stopped at the top of her calves and hugged her legs tight.
“Oh…thank you.” She says so flat it was borderline rude.
Harry felt that one right in the gut. Why didn’t she like him? It was so frustrating he wanted to pull his hair out. What about him was so repulsive that she couldn’t give him the most basic form of kindness?
Harry looks down at the floor, his hand squeezing into a fist. This sucked. This sucked really fucking bad.
Harry won’t beat around the bush. He’s a people pleaser. He loves when people love him, so Miss Y/L/N being so rude to him just makes him sad.
What makes him sad the most is that he is still so infatuated with her no matter how many times she stabs him.
But something about looking at her, high in the sky, the skyline behind her making her look cinematic. He decided at that moment he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to ask why she didn’t like him.
“What did I do?” Harry finally lets out the words he’s been holding back for two months. She helped land him the internship, and now she can’t stand to look at him.
“Excuse me?” Miss Y/L/N’s brows furrow with a specific look assessing if she was being challenged.
“What the fuck is so wrong with me that you feel the need to treat me like dog shit any time you seen me or are forced to interact with me? I just want to know what I did so I can have peace of mind! That’s all I ask.” Harry let out in one breath.
Miss Y/L/N stares at Harry, jaw dropped in complete shock. She can’t lie and say she expected this from Harry, but she didn’t.
Harry seems so non confrontational to her and it is so intriguing how he is becoming the boldest person alive questioning her of all people.
She doesn’t know what to say to him. She doesn’t know how to express her feelings.
She has been ice cold her whole life. She had a boyfriend in high school and one in college, but serious, long term relationships, where the four letter word that means ultimate commitment is involved, is something she refuses to participate in.
Yet, now she is questioning it, for a little while actually, and that scares her.
She continues to stare at him with her confident stare she has mastered and embodied. She doesn’t know what to say.
Her eyes can’t take to look into his sparkling soft green ones any longer, so she dips her eyes to his neck, that’s when she spots something that makes her blood boil.
A somewhat small purple bruise rests on the curve of his neck. Harry’s collar is slightly popped up giving Miss Y/L/N a clear view of the small hickey.
Miss Y/L/N feels her blood start to simmer as she stares at the small bruise. She wonders who the sloppy bimbo is that Harry allowed to suck on his neck.
She really shouldn’t say anything, but she doesn’t know what else to say.
“What’s on your neck?” Miss Y/L/N asks abruptly, not thinking twice about the words coming out of her mouth.
Harry blinks a few times, caught off guard by her question. “I’m sorry?”
“That little mark on your neck.” She wiggles her fingers, pointing to the bruise. “What is it?”
She knows exactly what it is, she just wants to see him squirm.
Harry feels his face heat up in embarrassment once it clicks in his brain what it is she is pointing out.
Harry remembers last night, inviting a cheerleader over to his room because he was lonely and couldn’t stop thinking of Miss Y/L/N in the suit she was wearing yesterday.
The cheerleader and him were making out, she started moving her kisses to his neck and Harry let her indulge because Harry loves getting his neck loved on.
There is only one person in particular that he desires to mark every inch of his neck to show him how much he means to her, but that will never happen, and Harry has accepted that.
Harry thought he covered the mark better, but he guesses he didn’t. “It’s a hickey.” Harry tells her truthfully, feeling no need to lie.
“Hmmm, and who gave you that hickey, Harry?” Miss Y/L/N fires back at him wanting answers.
“Some cheerleader who goes to my school. I play on the hockey team so she knows me.” Harry shrugs. He’s trying his best to act nonchalant about it as if he didn’t care, but in reality he is sweating on the inside, and shaking with nerves.
“Really?” She quips. “Did you like it? Did you like her lips on your neck?”
Harry’s mouth is bone dry at this point. Her question is throwing him off, and also turning him on at the same time.
“I…guess I did yeah.” Harry says hesitantly.
“You guess?” Miss Y/L/N almost scoffs at his statement. “What was wrong with her? Why isn’t she for sure a yes?”
Harry doesn’t know what to say. How does he respond to her question without embarrassing the absolute living fuck out of himself.
How does he tell her it wasn’t a definite yes because she wasn’t her? How, just how?
So Harry didn’t respond, he stood quiet staring at the intimidating beauty in front of him. A slow grin etched onto her face as she slowly stands up from her desk. Her manicured sleek French tip nails glided along the wood of the desk as she rounded the corner.
She approaches Harry slowly, her nails fall off the desk and hang by her side. Harry gulps feeling a little spooked by how powerful she looks right now.
Her heels click with every step she takes. It builds the ominous aura that is already surrounding the office.
Harry palms start to sweat, only a little, but still, Harry is nervous. Y/N’s nails drag up Harry's thigh, which in turn makes Harry twitch.
Miss Y/L/N can smell Harry’s fear, and she loves it, but she also doesn’t want him to be too intimidated by her.
“What's wrong Harry? Kitty kat got your tongue, hmmm?” She taunts in his ear at a low volume.
Harry doesn’t know what to say. She’s so sexy it’s insane. Harry would get on his knees for this woman if she asked him to.
“Come on Harry, confess your secrets to me.” Her cheek is touching his, he feels like that side of his face is having an allergic reaction from how many tingles he feels.
Harry throws caution to the wind, and speaks the truth. “It was not a definite yes because she wasn't you, and I wanted it to be you more than anything.”
There is a deafening silence that falls over the room. Harry feels his whole face heat up in absolute embarrassment.
Holy fuck why did he did that? Why did he just tell his boss he thinks of her sexually? He’s going to lose his internship! Harry has never felt more stupid in his life.
He wants to die, right at this very moment. His boss is totally going to fire him, all of his hockey teammates are going to laugh at him, and he’s going to fail his class.
Fuck, shit, fucking, fucker—
Harry's self deprecating thoughts are cut off when a soft, yet dominating pair of lips cover his own.
Harry is put under a spell as Miss Y/L/N moves her lips against his. Is this Harry’s climax of life? Is this the moment Harry’s been carving to have for forever?
Miss Y/L/N takes a step closer, pressing their bodies into each other more. Miss Y/L/N sticks her tongue out wanting to be let into Harry’s mouth.
Harry moans as her tongue meets his. Harry’s moans trigger her own which makes the atmosphere hot and heavier.
Harry feels his confidence grow the longer they kiss because he can feel the older women grow more and more lost in the kiss.
Harry gains control of the kiss, leading the way their tongues danced on each other. Harry can feel himself growing hard against her dress.
Miss Y/L/N must feel it too because she starts to roll her hips into his bulge. Harry walks them backwards until the back of her legs hit her desk.
Miss Y/L/N sinks down, and sits on the desk tilting her head up. She is completely lost in the younger man, it’s almost unbelievable.
No other man that she has ever been with before Harry has gotten her this hot and heavy from just a kiss. She loves it, and that is exactly what she was afraid of.
Miss Y/L/N grips Harry’s collared shirt, and pulls him down towards her. Her lips pull away from his. She is panting heavily like a dog. Harry has completely stripped her breath away.
In the blink of an eye Miss Y/L/N latches her lips over Harry’s pre-existing hickey and begins to suck over the bruise.
“Fucking hell.” Harry groans, digging his nails into the desk to keep his balance steady. “You feel so fucking good, shiiiiit.”
Miss Y/L/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls his core to hers. She threads her nails into the nape of his neck for better leverage.
Harry is in the clouds right now. The way her lips are demanding, and strong as she sucks on his supple skin has him weak.
Miss Y/L/N is feeling hot and bothered. She feels so needy for him, it’s taking over her entire thought process.
She pops her lips off his neck, and looks at her masterpiece. His old hickey has been completely covered by hers, which makes her feel smug.
Harry quickly falls into her neck, which has her tilting her head to the side, allowing him more access. “No hickeys.” Miss Y/L/N tells him. It would be far too unprofessional to have the COO of the company walking around with a hickey given to her by her intern.
She rolls her hips into his bulge. Her pussy feels like it’s on fire. She can feel the small puddle of wet saturating her underwear from how turned on she is by the younger man.
“Fuck, Harry.” She breathes out, closing her eyes, further indulging in his skillful mouth. Harry’s lips trail down, and finds her sweet spot effortlessly. Miss Y/L/N lets out a moan that would normally be too loud, and would definitely have gotten them caught, but her office is sound proof.
She has a little intercom hooked up outside the room where she can talk to people to let them into her office. She is thankful at this very moment that she was adamant about installing the sound proof walls.
“Oh, God, fuck, Harry.” She whines, clawing her hands into the back of his shirt. “The—fuck, the reason I ignore you is because you’re fucking irresistible. I want you in a way a boss shouldn’t want only of their employees or interns. I tried to stay away, I tried.”
Her admission only throws Harry further into the deep end. He’s completely whipped for her, that's a fact. Hearing that she wants him too in the way he wants her is like winning the lottery, or seeing a shooting star.
“I want you so bad Harry, and that’s not…that’s not okay in a work setting, but fuck I want you.”
And she means it. Miss Y/L/N has always been attracted to Harry. Ever since she first saw him when he came into the building demanding to be interviewed for an internship.
Their company usually never lets people intern because it’s fast paced, and there is always something that needs to be done. Finding the time to train someone to show them the ropes, and also finding tasks to do that are appropriate for an intern is something nobody at the company has time for.
Yet, Miss Y/L/N didn’t hesitate giving Harry the position. She didn’t give it to him only because he was extremely handsome, which he is, but she can see how passionate Harry is about the things he wants, and that’s a quality she looks for any time she is hiring someone new. She couldn’t let Harry walk out of the building without the internship.
She couldn’t. Still she realized that she could never act on her attraction towards Harry, which was fucking impossible because one look at Harry and she was breaking out into a sweat. She avoided him the best she could, but she simply can’t help it anymore.
She needs him more than she needs air to breathe.
“I want you.” She whines into the air. Harry pulls away from her neck, and doesn’t waste another second.
He hooks his fingers around the band of her tights, and pulls them down to her knees. He bends down, and takes each boot off of her feet, and pulls her tights the rest of the way down.
Harry trails kisses starting from her ankle, up her leg. His kisses are sloppy, wet, and messy. She can feel the little dribbles of saliva he is leaving behind as the air hits them.
She shivers as Harry gets closer and closer to her pussy. She feels herself contract over nothing. He has her squirming in place desperate for his attention on her body.
“Please.” She begs, surprising herself. Miss Y/L/N isn’t a dominant person per say in bed, she likes to be controlled, but she likes her partners to work for it. She’s a brat in bed, plain and simple.
It’s shocking that Harry already has her begging to be touched, and all he’s done is take off her tights, and give her some kisses.
Harry flips a switch, he is ripping her underwear off of her body. She hears and feels the tear of the fabric which has her moaning like a slut.
Drool drips down the side of Harry’s mouth as he gets a good look at Miss Y/L/N’s bare pussy. It’s practically glowing from how wet she is, and that makes Harry feel animalistic almost.
“Please, let me eat you out.” Harry looks up at the older women with a puppy dog stare. She nearly melts on the table at how adorable and innocent he looks.
“God, please.” She spreads her legs wider, allowing Harry the room to shove his head between her thighs, which he does the second she opens them wide enough.
Harry licks a bold strip up her slit, collecting every drop of arousal he can. He slithers his hands up to her hips, and pulls her closer to his mouth.
Harry is fully on his knees, he can feel the ache from the hardwood floor, but the carpet underneath is adding extra protection which makes the ache bearable.
Miss Y/L/N is shaking from Harry’s skilled tongue. She’s been eaten out plenty of times before, but never has she been so lost in pleasure from someone’s mouth.
She’s only came a hand few of times from someone eating her out, but they usually have to add their hand to get her to actually cum.
Harry however, she is for certain can get her to cum just by him licking, and sucking at her clit.
“Fuck, Harry oh, mmmm.” Miss Y/L/N moans, falling off the deep end. She already can feel the recognizable buzzing of an orgasm. “Shit, you’re so fucking good.”
“You taste fucking incredible.” Harry mumbles into her pussy. The vibrations of his talking has her pinching her eyes shut in ecstasy.
“Harry, I’m gonna cum already, oh my God.” Miss Y/L/N falls back onto her elbows, her mouth hangs open as she stares at the younger man below her.
Harry must have felt her stare on him because as her orgasm grows stronger, Harry opens his own eyes and meets hers.
They get lost in one another’s eyes. They can already tell that this encounter they are having right now is far from the last.
Miss Y/L/N has never come so fast in her life, but Harry is sending her straight for her end, and she is loving every second of it.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you baby?” Harry devilishly asks as he feels her legs increasingly shake around his head.
Miss Y/L/N whimpers and nods her head. “Yes, fuck, I’m going to—”
“Cum baby, cum in my mouth.” Harry starts to suck her clit harder, with more fever.
Her belly starts to clench, the tingles rushing through her legs grow stronger. Her moans become a broken record, endless and loud.
Harry is soaking in every little shift of her body, and peeps of her voice. He’s obsessed already, that’s for sure.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna.” She is out of breath, her legs lock in place, and her whole body still. “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screams as her orgasms wash completely down her body.
Harry works his tongue faster than ever, making the effects of her orgasm last longer. Tears fall from her eyes at how intense her body is shaking. Looking into Harry’s eye only adds to the intensity of everything.
Soon enough her orgasm fully passes, and she can now feel how sensitive her clit is. She pushes Harry’s head away which was still licking at her, just more gentle than before.
“Too sensitive.” She practically whines. Her head feels so woozy from her orgasm, she’s having a hard time thinking.
Harry laughs as he wipes his mouth off. “You’re fucking delicious.” Harry states, shuffling forward, and latching his lips to hers.
Miss Y/L/N isn’t surprised how quickly the kiss heats up. While she has had her orgasm, she can still feel that Harry has very much not reached the same level of pleasure.
“Fuck me, now.” She demands against his mouth. She grabs his belt, and starts to hurriedly undo the buckle. She pops the button to his trousers, and pulls down the zipper once the belt is undone.
“Wait, fuck, I don’t have a…a condom.” Harry informs her. He is mentally beating himself up for not carrying one on him today.
“I don’t care, I’m on birth control.” She says, giving Harry another option. Of course if he isn’t comfortable with fucking her raw, she will be more than happy to get down on her knees, and suck his cock, but she really wants him to be inside of her.
“You want to take me raw?” Harry has stopped kissing her back. He backs away from her face to get a clear look at her.
“Yes, I want to. Do you want to?” She asks, biting the inside of her cheek.
“I would fucking love to, holy shit.” Harry beams. Miss Y/L/N shoves Harry boxers down, just under his ass. His hard cock springs free, her mouth starts to salivate.
His cock is huge. Miss Y/L/N has never seen such a big cock in her life. None of her other partners are nowhere near packing as much as Harry.
He’s going to ruin her, that for sure.
Harry grips the base of his cock, and slides his tip through her folds. The pair both moan at the same time. This is magnificent, perfect even.
The way their bodies react to each other is as if they are connected some way, somehow on a deeper level.
Harry positions himself right at her entrance. He slowly moves forward, and slides into her. They both scream out as their bodies connect for the first time.
Miss Y/L/N shoots forward, and digs her head into his neck. Harry continues to push in until he is fully inside of her.
Once he bottoms out, Miss Y/L/N wraps her arms around his back to bring him closer. Harry wraps his own arms around her and takes in the feel of her warm snug walls.
“Fucking hell, you feel so amazing baby.” Harry groans out. Miss Y/L/N circles her hips around his cock loving how much it is stretching her out.
It’s borderline painful, but she loves it. “Move, wreck me, fuck me, just move please.” She begs once again.
Harry pulls back until he is almost fully out of her. He snaps his hips forward, which causes Miss Y/L/N to choke.
He feels so foreign, almost like an illegal substance that she knows she shouldn’t take, but she can’t help herself because the high she feels is unmatched to any other feeling she’s ever felt.
Harry continues thrusting in and out, cursing into the air about how fucking amazing she is, and how good she feels.
Miss Y/L/N still has her head tucked in his neck. Her moans tickle his skin, but he doesn’t want her to move. The feel of her skin on his is addicting.
Miss Y/L/N is so lost in lust. Harry is hitting all the right stops. He’s hitting her so deep, every time he thrust back in, his cock hits her g-spot which is driving her insane.
She can’t believe it when she feels another orgasm start to build. She has never came from penetration alone. She almost always has to rub her clit, but with Harry’s magical dick, it’s almost unnecessary.
“I’m close, darling.” Harry pants, pulling her head out of his neck, and molding his lips with hers.
“Me too, Harry, don’t stop.” She whines. As if Harry could ever stop. He wants to be buried in her pussy all day and night. The way she is perfectly snug to him makes him think that she was made just for him.
Harry pounds into her fast, the desk starts to creek under them as he brings them closer to their ends.
“Don’t cum until I say so.” Harry’s hand wraps around her neck, and he tilts her head up to look at her.
Her soft Smokey winged liner is now all smudged. Her forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat, and her pupils are blown out. She looks fucked, and there is no doubt in Harry’s mind that he looks the same.
He can tell Miss Y/L/N is about to cum by the way her walls are slowly tightening around his cock. Harry feels his cock twitch as his own legs start to burn with the build of his orgasm.
By some magic, Harry thrusts into her even faster. The sound of their skin slapping fills the room.
Harry can see Miss Y/L/N’s boobs jiggle up and down in her dress. Her suit jacket has slipped down her arms, and are now hanging on her elbows.
Harry could only imagine what she would look like fully naked under him, clawing at his bare back for leverage.
“Harry, please, I need to cum.” Miss Y/L/N was on edge. Her orgasm was creeping up, growing stronger by the second. She was trying her best to hold it back, but she is starting to find the task nearly impossible with the way he is pounding into her so perfectly.
Harry cock starts to twitch more. He can feel Miss Y/L/N pussy death gripping his cock. With a few more thrust, Harry’s orgasm tips over the edge.
“Cum baby! Fucking cum—shit, fuuuuuck.” Harry groans out, mouth hung open as his cock begins to twitch uncontrollably as he spurts hot sticky cum into the older woman's pussy.
“Harry!” Miss Y/L/N cries out as she cums all over Harry’s cock. A small amount of liquid gushes from her pussy, almost hitting Harry on his pants.
“Fucking shit, squirt for me baby.” Harry fucks them through both of their orgasms. Miss Y/L/N whimpers as she comes down from her high.
She feels tired, worn out to the bone.
Harry cradles her head as he pulls out. He kisses her temple to take away from the inevitable sting she is feeling right now.
Miss Y/L/N clings onto Harry, not ready to let him go yet. She’s never been so obsessed with a man the way she is with him right now.
“That was amazing.” Harry sighs, kissing the top of her head.
“It was.” Miss Y/L/N hums. She knows she has to clean herself off soon and get back to work, but she feels like she could stay like this with Harry forever.
“Alright.” Harry unwraps his arms from around her back. “You baby, must get back to work. No doubt Jan is wondering where I am. Don’t worry, I got it covered. I’m going to say you had a little impromptu meeting with me.”
Harry walks over to the private bathroom in her office, and comes out with a wet washcloth. She watches him in awe as he gets back down on his knees, and cleans her pussy for her.
He finds her tights on the floor, and slides them up her legs back over her bum. He sets her boots by her desk, knowing she still has to waddle over to the bathroom to pee.
Harry straightens himself out, pulling his boxers and slacks back up. Miss Y/L/N helps him re-loop his buckle.
They were now both decent, fully aware that their moment was over for now, but that doesn’t mean for the future.
“Was this a one time thing or do you want to do that over and over again as much as me?” Harry bluntly asks.
Miss Y/L/N slides her suit jacket back up her arms, and smoothes her hair back. “The ladder.” She says nonchalantly.
Harry can’t help but smile. He’s fucking estatic she’s on the same page as him. Harry is thanking whoever above for this miracle.
“Cool. Well, I’ll see you around baby.” Harry walks backwards, running into the door by mistake.
Miss Y/L/N laughs and shakes her head. “Bye Harry.”
“Bye.” Harry waves as he spins on his toes. “Oh, I have one question I wanted to ask before I leave.”
Miss Y/L/N crosses her right leg over her left and tilts her head. “Shoot.”
“What’s your real name…well like your first name.” Harry clarifies. “Everyone only knows you as Miss Y/L/N, and I was wondering what your first name is.”
Miss Y/L/N shakes her head. “You’re right Harry, I think I do have a lot of work to get back to. You should probably return, Jan must be worried sick. Also make sure to cover that hickey really well this time. Wouldn’t want anyone else seeing what a whore you are.” She fakes pouts.
Harry smirks, sucking on his teeth. “Fuck you.” Harry playfully puts up his middle finger as he opens the door to leave.
Just as Harry is almost fully out the door, Miss Y/L/N speaks up, which causes Harry to pause in place.
“What?” Harry whips his head back towards the office. Miss Y/L/N is now off the desk and heading towards her bathroom.
“Y/N.” She repeats again. “My name is Y/N.” With that said she walks into her bathroom and closes the door behind herself.
Harry is left in shock, she told him her name! Holy fuck! Harry was freaking out on the inside as he made his way back to his desk, and sat down with a childish grin.
“Oh my goodness, Harry I was worried sick.” Jan tuts as she stares at the lovesick boy. “Are you alright dear?”
Harry nods his head, all he can think about is Miss Y/L/N…well Y/N now, but only to Harry, no one else.
“Yeah, I’m more than okay.”
