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NFWMB - PART EIGHT*

Summary: “It’s a tense week for Y/N. While she’s getting more comfortable and secure, her mind still wanders here and there, drawing up questions that fill her with some unresolved feelings…”

Wc: 8k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: SMUT, choking, spanking, dirty talk, a teeny tiny bit of sub/dom dynamic (not really thaaattt established yet), thigh riding, praise, bit of degradation this time muahaha😜

A/N: OMG HARRY IS BACK!!!!! As am I, sorry that this took like 800 years but the chapter is long and spicy teehee🤭 enjoy

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This week had been tense in the best and the worst way possible.

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."

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