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90. Office Smut (Harry)

"Hello, ms. (Y/L/N)?"

A high pitched feminine voice distracts you from the work you were trying to make up on, it was was your first day back since you had to take off a few weeks due to a friend’s wedding in another state and then, getting sick from food poisoning, and having to deal with a bunch of bills, it’d been a tough two weeks…

And you really didn’t want this bitch of a secretary butting in.

"Yes?"

You say, emphasizing it, letting her know you were busy and that she was interrupting.

The clicking of her heels indicated that she was, Still, entering your little office.

You turn in the black swivel chair to face the tall, thin brunette.

Her name was Blair, she wore heavy makeup that didn’t compliment her, the acrylic nails she wore were always done, every week it seemed. This week it was a tacky shade of pink.

You two hated each other at first glance.

"What is it?"

Your tone was quick.

"Mr. Styles wants you in his office. Now."

Blair’s perfectly tweezed eye brows rose.

"Why?"

"How would I know? I only do so much."

Blair folded her arms, batting her false lashes at you like you were some idiot.

"Alright. Let me just finish this.."

You turn back to your computer screen fighting the urge to snatch the false lashes off her eyelids. You began your emailing, a customer was unsatisfied.

The sound of heels clicking away made you sigh in relief.

But why did Mr. Styles want to see you? He excused your absent, so you knew he mustn’t be mad over that…right?

He was a very understanding boss.

So you assumed…

You made your way through the halls and taking the elevator up a few floors to his main office.

You’d only been inside only once, when you went in for the job interview, it was huge and home like, but very secretive, and you didn’t know why.

"You wanted to see me?"

Your voice was slightly shaky as you entered.

"Ah, Ms. (Y/L/N.) thank you for coming in. I hope I wasn’t interrupting, was I?"

Mr. Styles stands from the white chair behind his glossy black desk.

His skin was gradually tan, and he had a slight glow to it, which made his green eyes seem so gem like.

He wore a simple white, button up, tucked in with a pair of black pants.

"Uh, No, you didn’t."

You slowly close the door behind you. A strange, loud click and lock sound slightly alerts you.

"Don’t worry, the door locks from the inside. Automatically, unless, you were to unlock it manually. I have it that way because I, myself, hate, interruptions."

When he spoke with his English accent, his lips made the most adorable pouts and quivers, he had a slow and deep voice which, no matter what, sounded professional and on point.

"Well who doesn’t?"

You agree, watching as he slightly chuckles in response, his dimples crease on each cheek, and the small lines creased on each side of his eyes, he rubs both his hands together, he always wore a thick silver ring on his left pinky and another one on his right thumb.

You thought it was weird but whatever you weren’t getting paid to dress the man.

"A bit of a joker, I see."

He’s made his way to the front of his desk, leaning his back against it, he licks his lips as he looks at you, and something about his stare sets off some trigger in the back of your mind.

But, you ignore it.

"That’s what they call me."

He smirks again, then he furrows his thin brows.

"Oh, please, sit."

He points to a taller cushioned silk white chair in front of him.

"Thank you."

You take the seat and look up at your boss, who wasn’t very much older than you. It was rumored he’d taken over the companies name after his father, who’d retired.

But, you didn’t know and frankly, didn’t care.

"You wanted to speak with me?"

You ask, folding your hands in your lap.

"Not really…Actually, I wanted to show you something, you see I noticed your lag in work lately."

He flashes his bright teeth at you, which you struck as odd.

"Well, you know I just got back in the office and I was working from home. I’m really sorry-"

He leans down slightly, and the smile began to fade away into more of a serious line.

"I don’t want a sob story, Y/N."

He reaches up with his left hand and strokes your cheek gently, he presses his mouth against your jaw.

Alarmed and confused, you push his hand away and stand immediately.

"I think I should go, I was emailing a lady and she really wants to know-"

"It can wait."

He reaches around and firmly squeezes your ass.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to swallow the moan building up.

"Oh, you like that?"

His tone was much more enticing.

"Pl-ease, Mr. Styles, Let me go back-"

"Call me, Harry."

He licks your top lip and you instantly shut up, he grins at you and continues, his hands squeeze your bottom a couple more times and your panties felt very out of place.

His tongue slithers into your mouth, swirling around inside, by now you didn’t give a damn about holding back your voice and every single mewl you made he practically swallowed.

"Are you alright?"

He asks, biting his bottom lip, his green eyes pierced into yours, his breath was heavy.

"Well, it’s just-I’m.."

"Shy?"

He presses his mouth against yours again.

"Mmmm no…I-"

Harry stops his ministrations and looks you in the eyes again, running his hands up and down your arms.

"What? You don’t want too? I won’t tell anyone and I promise I won’t treat you any different, if that’s the problem."

The truth was you were a virgin, still.

Yeah you were past eighteen, but you’d always stood your ground with eager men, it was very rare and strange, you’d dated men for over two years without any sexual contact, it wasn’t that you weren’t attractive, you were beautiful, but you just didn’t feel right doing the deed.

But, as of now, your hormones and curiosity were pretty much taking over right now.

"I’ve never done any of this, I’m just a little nervous. that’s all."

You explain, wrapping your arms around his neck again and pressing your chest against his.

Harry says nothing, he only kisses you again, his hands begin kneading at your breasts, it felt incredible and so new.

After awhile, Harry has you topless completely bare from the top, but you still had on your medium length pencil skirt, which he had bundled up around your waist.

"What’s your kink?"

He asks, lacing his right hand with yours, boring his eyes into your eager ones.

"What?"

"Don’t play dumb, tell me. I want this to be special for you."

He explains rather quickly.

"Well, I have no clue..I’ve never done this…"

"That’s too bad. But I guess we’ll have to find out, right?"

Before you could register the words that fell past his lips, he begins rubbing your clothed center.

"Mmnnhh.."

You whimper, curling your toes.

"That feels good doesn’t it?"

You struggle to respond and he begins palming you roughly.

The rush of new feelings gives your hormones a sudden energy boost, you grab onto his thin shirt and practically rip it off, exposing his tattooed chest and torso, which made you want him even more.

You slide your tongue up and down his neck, arching your hips into his touch.

He growls and lifts you off the desk and slams you on your tummy, onto the black couch.

He rips your panties off and begins fingering from behind.

You squeak and groan at first, of course, you’d never had anyone touch you there except yourself and maybe the doctor when you went for a checkup.

But you never knew how good it could feel, though it was a bit discomfortable.

"You’re really tight."

He remarks.

Harry thrusts his finger in and out of you making your stomach twist, he uses his other hand to spank and squeeze your ass when he saw fit.

"Mm, don’t stop..please."

You beg, your eyes roll back as he adds another finger.

He pulls out suddenly, and you can hear the sound of his pants being unbuttoned.

You tense up, clutching onto the arm of the couch, your thoughts run wild, this was actually about to happen, you’d always wondered how’d it come to be. But you’d never imagined it with your boss, but now that’s the only one you wanted it with.

Suddenly you could feel the head of his cock rub against your wet clit, and you let out a struggled moan grinding yourself against him.

"I don’t think your ready yet, Y/N, besides, i want to show you much more."

Harry says, huskily.

He flips you over, your eyes widen, you’ve seen naked men in movies, tv shows, magazines, etc. But never so up close and personal.

But the sight and knowing what’s going to happen made it just turn you on even more.

You begin to pump him gently, Harry’s breath hitched as you did so.

"You like that? Mr. Styles?"

You wanted to laugh when he moaned in response.

He ran his hand through your hair, pushing strands out of your face, his moans were egging you on.

You run your tongue over the head, you always thought oral sex was enticing and different it was always something you wanted to try.

Harry thrusts his hips forward, forcing half his length into your mouth.

You moaned against him, your cheeks were getting a bit sore from it all, but you continued to do the best you could to make him squirm.

His grip on your hair was painful, but it didn’t bother you.

"Augh, that’s enough-"

He grunts and pulls you off, you were panting and beyond turned on at this point.

Harry leans over you, biting your lip and squeezing your breasts again.

"You’re so beautiful, I want you so bad."

He admits, kissing your lips.

Harry begins grinding himself against your wet center again, making your heart rate skyrocket.

"You want me to fuck you?"

He sneers, reaching between your bodies’ to run the head of his length over your tight entrance.

"Y-yessss..please, just do it."

"I like it when you beg, I know you can do better."

He urges you, you could feel the head pushing into you.

Again, you begin to tense up, your body locks up.

"Just fuck me."

You growl.

"My pleasure."

Harry chuckles slightly and grabs onto your hips and quickly thrusts inside of you.

You take a sudden intake of air and tears well up in your eyes, the pain was unique to you but it hurt too.

"Am I hurting you?"

Harry’s voice was sincere and soft.

"No. I’ll be okay. Keep going…"

After sometime, the pain had dissolved into immense, thick, pleasure, your stomach was twisting and turning, your insides were practically numb.

Harry held firmly onto your hips and drove himself deep inside of you, hitting a certain area that had you pulling at his brown wavy locks.

"Y/N…"

He moaned, digging his nails into the skin of your hips.

You were very close, you could feel yourself coming to a close when Harry pulls out.

"Turn over."

He demanded, you do as he says and turn on your tummy.

"I’m gonna make you come."

He growls, lifting your hips and slamming himself inside of you.

"Harry!"

You scream, he was hitting new walls inside of your body, the stretching feeling made you crumble.

You cover your mouth with your hand.

Harry leans froward his damp, hot mouth pressed against your ear.

"This office has thicker walls, you could scream all you want, we could make an absurd amount of noises,I highly doubt anyone would hear us, but try not to shout."

He kisses the side of your mouth, you turn to kiss him back, accepting his tongue inside your mouth.

His thrusts were jarring and hard, he made soft grunting sounds when you began grinding yourself against him, you could feel the cool chill of his rings on each of his hands when ever he squeezed your ass or slapped it.

His voice was low, you could hardly think straight, you wanted all of him, every single thing, you’d never thought sex would be this good.

It really was what it was cracked up to be.

"You like it rough?"

He grunts, grabbing your waist and shoving himself into you.

You struggle to answer, and the words come out in fragments.

"I can’t hear you."

Still, you could hardly speak, you were too overwhelmed.

He pulls out again, and at this point you were getting tired of him doing that.

Harry sits down next to you, you were still panting and wanting a release.

"Come here."

You straddle him, kissing his lips, temple, cheeks, chin, jaw, forehead, showering him in kisses.

"I want you to show me how you like it."

Harry says, lacing his fingers with yours again.

You were a bit nervous and shy, of course you knew about sex, you knew the positions and more. You were just to shy to do it on your own.

"Alright…"

Harry positions himself at your entrance, you brace your hands on his shoulders and gently slide down.

"Ahh.."

You sigh, leaning your forehead on his shoulder, you went at a slow and steady pace.

Harry held your hips steady, thrusting upward to meet your pace.

You get the hang of it and begin riding him fully, you dig your nails into his shoulders, your eyes were glued to his focused, green ones.

"You’re not bad for someone with very little experience."

He jokes, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.

You bounce up and down on him quickly, crying out each time he rammed forward.

"I’m so close.."

You whine, running your hands over his red, smooth, damp, hot face.

Harry stands, lifting you as he did so.

And somehow you were on the desk again, getting completely pounded into by your boss.

He leans down, taking one of your harden nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

A sudden rush of electric energy floods your veins, you knew you were on the very brink.

"Mr. Styles?"

A feminine, bitchy voice and a knock halted you two.

Harry sighed quietly looking you in the eyes before speaking loudly.

"Yes? What is it?"

He sounded, yet again, professional and on point.

"There’s a customer on the phone and he wants to speak with you."

You were counting the seconds in your head, beyond annoyed.

Harry turns to you and smiles.

"I’m quite busy, I’ll call him back, give him my sincerest apology."

He says, leaning down, pressing his mouth against yours.

There was silence.

"Alright.."

And she was gone.

"I’m thinking of firing her.."

Harry says against your ear, biting at it.

He begins moving inside of you again, and you were starting to feel that rush again.

"But who’d be your secretary then?"

You ask, groaning as he starting slamming this sweet spot.

Harry chuckles, leaning up.

"I was thinking you could, besides, the secretary office is right beside mine.."

He bites his bottom lip and slams forward.

"That sounds perfect.."

You answer, dazed, Harry lets out another laugh.

"Now, where were we?"

He kisses your lips roughly and begins pounding into you roughly, aiming hard at that one spot that has you seeing stars.


Harry’s eyes roll back as he comes, he slams himself inside of you a few times, signaling your orgasm.

You squeeze around him, milking him for everything he’s worth.

Harry pulls out, and almost instantly pulls his pants up.

His cheeks were still red and his breath was still heavy and uneven.

You prop yourself on your elbows.

"I wish we had done that on a bed.."

You rub your lower back.

"Heh, well maybe later tonight we could."

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