summary: after fighting with himself over a past encounter with you, harry decides he canât forget about you like the rest (or take that elevator ever again). when he calls you into his office to discuss âreportsâ, things go exactly how he planned.
a/n: heyyyyyy. itâs been a while. a very long while. i had this in my docs for months and just now got around to finishing it. guess lawyer harry really inspired me. this is the part two of broken elevator that some people asked for, so, youâre welcome. enjoy you freaks ;)
Things areâŠtense today, to put it mildly. It seems the whole office is feeling it. Perhaps itâs my problem? A tone Iâm setting that everyone is forced to bask in. But is that really my fault? Yeah, probably.
Truth be told, Iâve been feeling quite odd for the last few weeks. An incessant stirring in my chest thatâs main goal is to keep me on edge. Something I canât put my finger on, but have a mild inkling of what it could beâwhat could be causing it. And itâs not something Iâd like to admit to myself, let alone aloud. But itâs slowly becoming something I canât ignore.
Maybe I can get out of the office early today? Drive down to the bar, aloneâlike the loser Iâve recently becomeâand find the first willing victim to help resolve myâŠproblem. See if that will quiet the dull throbbing in my head and the restless jittering in my bones. A nice fuck to take my mind off of it all. Because thatâs all it will do; take my mind off of it. Iâm certain, come the next morning, the ache will return.
I stay awake at night fearing that youâre the only one that can completely silence it all. It was you who ignited these feelings after all.
One month. Thatâs how long itâs been since that fateful night in the elevator. The one I havenât stepped foot in since. Luckily, my calves have stopped burning from the stairs now after exclusively using them for so long. One whole month and I still canât shake the imagesâthe sounds and feelingsâfrom my brain. Maybe thatâs why I havenât gotten laid since.
Iâve taken notice of prospects, donât get me wrong. Trying has become my new motto, and itâs all I seem to do these days. Even though none of those attempts to try lead anywhere. I get close sometimes. Buy a pretty girl a drink at the bar, make casual flirtatious comments, even extend an offer back at my place. But the second the word âyesâ leaves their lips, all I hear is your moans of the same word. The ones I made you scream over and over in that cramped space. The most unromantic setting in the world has quickly become the most erotic to me in my head.
Damn⊠Now Iâm sitting at half-mast in the middle of the workday. Great.
What am I meant to do when distractions donât work anymore? What am I meant to do when my number one distraction is sitting in a cubicle not 100 feet away?
One of the reasons my feelings toward this whole fucked up situation are so confusing is because of your lack of reaction.
You come into work everyday like nothing ever happened. Like I didnât have you screaming beneath me, begging for more. You continue wearing those godforsaken pencil skirts like you have no clue what they do to me. I can still feel the fabric of it under my fingertips as I hiked it over your hips. You sit at your desk, do your work, and seem completely unbothered. You even have the audacity to continue using the elevator. Itâs aggravatingly annoying.
Why arenât you just as wrecked as I am? Riddled with the memories of skin on skin? Why arenât you barging into my office and begging for more? Was it truly only so memorable for me? Will I ever be able to shake you from my system? Move on?
A thought strikes me.
What if the only reason Iâm so stuck on this one encounter is because youâre not? Maybe if I got my answers, cleared the steamy air between us, it would all go away? I could finally be free of it all. The visuals, the sounds, the feelings. All of it; gone. Hopefully thatâs the answer, because itâs my last resort.
I find myself leaping up out of my chair without a second thought, unable to spend another single second in the uncomfortable unknown. Words flurry around in my head as I head for my office door, planning out which to use to make my questions come off correctly. You could reject speaking to me all together. But thatâd only be if you knew what I needed to speak with you about. I guess Iâll just have to lie.
Familiar sounds of typing and murmurs float through the air as I step out onto the office floor. Light conversations happening all around, work getting done, and yet Iâm here on a mission. One no one knows about. One no one can know about.
âCan I see you in my office?â are the first words out of my mouth as soon as I round your cubicle, hushed and secretive, meant just for you. Your eyes flick to my face, surprise evident in your gaze. Itâs like I can see the cogs turning in your head, mulling over every possible answer for this random visit from me. It occurs to me that you might think youâre getting fired for what transpired between us, so I add, âIâd like to go over someâŠreports with you.â
You clear your throat, nodding hesitantly as you push away from your desk to stand. I donât move an inch as you do, leaving your hip to nearly brush my hand. I pray my shuttering breath wasnât as loud as it felt, and I damn myself for even reacting like that over something so minuscule.
But it's monumental in relation to how my body has reacted in the past month. And it was only for you. Fuck.
The sound of our footsteps, mine heavy and determined, yours light and weary, are added to the atmospheric sounds around us. I have to hope that no one around can sense the same tension Iâm feeling as we travel to my office. And I pray that you canât feel the burning gaze of my eyes on your backside. Itâs distractingâsue me!
When the door to my office closes behind us, you obediently take a seat in one of my guest chairs. As I waltz to my side, I watch as you cross your legs politely. My reaction to it is anything but. The feeling of my cock twitching inside of my pants as your skirt rides up your thighs gives away how Iâm truly feeling about it. Luckily, my large desk covers me as I adjust myself when I sit down.
âSo, theseâŠreports?â youâre the first one to speak, making all of this too real.
I flounder for a second, realizing that youâre here for a meeting that doesnât exist. Iâm forced to come up with something fast. Something to bide my time until I can bring up the real reason youâre here. So, naturally, I reach into my filing cabinet and grab a random folder full of papers that donât pertain to anything. But as soon as the papers smack onto my desk, a plan forms in my head.
âI need you to look these over for me.â My palm lays flat against the manila folder, not pushing it toward you an inch. Your eyes flick from my hand to my eyes, a hesitancy in your subtle movements that makes the hair stand up on my arms. My hand leaves the folder for just a second, and you immediately go to reach for it, to bring it closer to yourself. My hand slams down over it, keeping it right where it is. âYou need to look these over for meâŠgot it?â
I see it then. The way your lips part slightly, bringing in more air for your shallow breaths. You're getting the hint. Now I just have to hope that you take the bait.
It plays out like a choreographed dance. You lean forward as I lean back. One moment youâre sitting in the chair across from me, and the next, youâre bending at the hips, hovering over my desk. Your eyes havenât left mine. My eyebrows lift in challenge, hands gripping my chairs arms like itâs a liferaft, and you donât crack. But you do fold. Eyes casting downward to the nonsense documents below you. I take that as my chance.
Iâm out of my chair in the matter of a second, striding around my desk like Iâm a man on a mission. And I am. I donât even check a look back at you to make sure youâre still where I left you. For some reason, deep down, I know you havenât moved an inch. Not as I reach the front of my office and shut all the blinds. Not as I head for the door and click the lock. Not even as I come right up behind you, hips pressing against your assâyou still donât move. But your breath hitches, and I know Iâve won.
âTell me to stopâŠâ I reach down to grab a handful of your hips, feeling like I could black out from the familiarity. You donât respond, though. You donât tell me to stop, you donât push me awayâbut you donât tell me to keep going.
I bend over your body, covering you like a sheet until my face is nestled in the crook of your neck. I breathe against your skin there, watching goosebumps rise in the wake. My body churns. But I repeat, âTell me to stop.â
âD-Donât stopâŠâ you whisper, breathy and uncontrolled.
And that was all I needed to hear.
I straighten up behind you and give no warning before my hand cracks down on your ass. You yelp, jolting forward from the impact. A rumbling hum growls deep in my chest, my hand smoothing over the fabric of your skirt before gripping your hips with a vice hold in both my hands. I move you for my own viewing pleasure. Pulling you away and tugging you back, mimicking the act of you gliding on and off of my cock. It makes me feel insane.
âGod⊠Iâve missed your body. This fucking ass of yoursâshit.â I thrust my hips against said ass, groaning at the feel. âTell me Iâm not crazy. Tell me you missed this too.â
My hips have a mind of their own as they continue grinding against your ass, making you squirm against my desk.
âYouâre not crazyâŠâ you whisper again, another confession straight to my gut.
âFuckâŠâ I sigh, watching my bulge glide between you crease of your ass cheeks in that godforsaken pencil skirt. âYou know what you wearing these skirts does to me, baby?â I grip your hips tighter for emphasis. You just crane your neck back, peering at me over your shoulder with a small smirk on your lips. Telling me that you know exactly what youâre doing by wearing them. âOh, youâre cruelâŠâ I laugh lightly, spanking you again to prove my point. âYou know Iâm gonna have to punish you for that, baby.â
âI knowâŠâ Your words are just a breath, teasing me and pulling me deeper and deeper into your spell. Iâm hooked. Have been since that first time I took you. Clearly.
I mirror your smirk, though mine is much more dangerous. A promise of my words hidden in the lines of my lips.
And thereâs no warning when I slam my hips against yours from behind. The rough motion has your pelvis hitting the edge of my desk with a brutal force, making the whole thing shake. Pencils fall to the floor, papers floating down in their escape, but nothing's brokenâyet.
âHave you fucked anyone since me, baby?â I hold my breath as I wait for your answer, selfishly hoping that you say no. Lord knows I couldnât get it up for anyone else. It might actually wreck me if you say yes.
âN-no,â you finally reply, shaky, like you didnât want to admit it.
I hum, pleased with your answer. âGood girl⊠Were you waiting for this? Waiting for my cock to fill you up again?â You nod, but I donât push for your words this time. Iâm too fucking antsy. I need to get my hands on you. Need to feel you beneath my fingertips. Feel your warmth wrapped around my cock.
My fingers reach for the zipper of your skirt, deciding I want it off this time. I want to see all of you. I drag it down slowly, the sound of it mixing with your labored breaths. Once itâs undone, I push the waistband of it down past your hips until itâs pooled on the floor around your heels. My gaze drags up from there, those black stilettos making your legs look like they go on for miles. Sheer black tights encase you, and my fingertip drags along the stitching on the back. Up, up, and up⊠Leading me right where you want me.
I cup your heat with my whole hand, gripping it like itâs mineâbecause it is.
âGod, youâre warm. Can only imagine the mess youâve made of yourself already.â I slap your pussy, watching you jolt. I smile to myself, fully taking in the scene of you spread out like this for me. But I need more.
Before you can protest, my hands fist into the sheer material of your tights and pull. Ripping them right down the middle and finally giving me access to your ass. Of course, I spank it. The bare flesh turning red right before my eyes. My fingers hook into the tiny scrap of fabric you call panties, groaning at the sight of it nestled between your cheeks, and tug it to the side. Finally, getting the view Iâve been quite literally dreaming about for a month. Canât even count how many times I had to rub one out in the shower before coming into work just from the memory.
And there it is, in all of its glory.
Your perfect, beautifully pink pussy on display just for me. It glistens in the fluorescent lighting, giving away how turned on you are. My cock strains against my slacks, begging to bury itself deep inside. But I canât just yet. I need this to last. Who knows when Iâll get you like this again.
I smooth my hand down from your ass cheek in between your legs, cupping your heat once again, only this time, youâre completely bare. My middle finger gets enveloped by your folds, nestled in your slit like a hug. I slowly rock my hand back and forth over your entire sex, feeling you shiver beneath my touch.
âHas your pussy missed me? Been aching for me?â
âYes,â you reply quickly, breathless and needy. It makes something in me settle, knowing I can still get you like this. A mess in my hands.
âBet this pretty, little cunt missed feeling full.â All you can do is whine in response, especially since my fingers are now dragging up and down between your folds. Your wetness coats my digits with every swipe. I lean down over you again until my breath hits your ear. âThis pussyââ I drag my fingers down to your entrance, ââis mine.â
The final word is emphasized with my two fingers ramming inside of you. I donât wait for you to adjust. I donât even wait for you to swallow your gasp back in. My fingers work skillfully and quick, fucking into you at a relentless pace. You scream out when the twist of them brushes against that spongy muscle deep inside, but you quickly slap a hand over your mouth.
âDonât want anyone to hear you, baby? Donât want them to know how good I make you feel?â I slow my fingers, letting the twist and curl of them do most of the work. You shake your head, whining against your palm. It shouldnât anger me that you want to keep quiet, itâs you being sensible so we donât both lose our jobs. But I want to hear you. Want to hear those pretty noises you make when Iâm making you feel so good, making you lose your mind. Itâs a battle in my head, but I donât want to push your boundaries on this. So, I settle for hearing your muffled cries.
I drag my fingers out of your hole slowly, letting you feel every bit of pleasure before I take it all away. You whine and wriggle around, begging for my fingers again. Iâve got to be honest, the sight of your hips moving, seeking me outâyour pussy dripping and clenching in a pleaâalmost makes me fold. But I stand my ground.
I reach forward and twist your hair around my hand, yanking your head up from the desk. âYou wanna keep quiet, baby? Cause I know a good way of shutting you upâŠâ Your dark gaze connects with mine, your panting breaths spurring me on. I lift one eyebrow in question, and all you can do is nod.
I yank on your hair again. âUp,â I demand, pulling you up to stand straight. I do a once over of you like this. Standing before me in a rustled blouse, ripped pantyhose and crooked panties. You look like the most beautiful mess Iâve ever seen. âOn your knees, baby.â
You hesitate for a second, questioning the seriousness of my instructions. I make my request solid when I tug your head backward with my grip still on your head. âI said on your knees.â
Finally, you sink down, sitting back on your heels below me. I canât help but moan at the sight of you like this. âUnbutton your top.â
This time, you follow without question, working the buttons of your top undone until it flows open, giving me a glimpse of your breasts. I can already see how hard your nipples are through the thin cups, pebbled and needy just for me. I canât wait to make those titties bounce while you ride my dick again.
âTell me, baby⊠Do you like sucking dick?â You look thrown off by question, momentarily stunned by the bluntness. âDonât worry, baby⊠Youâre gonna love sucking mine.â
I keep your head in place with my hand still tangled in your hair, but my other hand starts working at my belt and pants. Iâm a little frenzied, already halfway gone just from the sight of your anticipation. So much so that I donât even push my pants down all the way. Just enough to let my cock spill out, hard and aching for that pretty mouth of yours.
âSee what you do to me? Been rock hard since the last time.â And thatâs not an overexaggeration. âNow, open that mouth of yours and let me fuck it.â
I watch you swallow hard, imagining the feel of that exact action when my cock is deep in your throat. But then your lips are popping open, wide and ready to pleasure me however I want. Your tongue hangs out eagerly for a taste. I hold my length in my free hand, pumping it a few times while just staring at you. I step just a fraction closer, enough to let me place the tip of my cock on your tongue. I tap it against it, letting you get used to the weight and girth before slowly pushing in.
Your lips mold around me, stretched and tight. I groanâloudlyâat the feel. The warmth and wetness of your mouth is almost as good as your pussy. âFuck, baby⊠Suck me tighter.â
You hollow out your cheeks, suctioning me in with a grip I choke on a breath over. And then itâs game over for both of us.
I tighten my grip on your hair and force you forward, forcing my cock deeper down your throat. You gag and choke around me, eyes already watering, but I keep you there, relishing in the tightening muscle milking me. When your eyes go wide, I give you some grace, pulling you off completely so you can suck in a sharp breath. A string of saliva connects your lips to my tip, and itâs a mesmerizing sight. I wipe below your eyes with my free hand, catching the tears before they can spill.
âReady, baby?â I ask, voice husky and low. âCause that was just the warm up. Open.â
You take a deep breath before opening your mouth again, and I donât even wait to slide my cock deep inside. The warmth of you surrounds me once again making me moan, head titling back in pleasure. Even more so when your tongue swirls around me. âFuckâŠâ
I keep your head still as my hips start to move. With every roll of my hips, the tip of my dick hits deep in the base of your throat. You almost take all of me down. Your eyes never stray from mine as I fuck your mouth, wide and glassy. I smirk down at you between groans, my final warning before letting loose.
I thrust into your mouth with more force, hearing you gurgle and gag around me every time I hit your reflex. Your throat tightens, clenching around me perfectly. Fuck, youâre a sight like this. Mouth full and stretched with my cock between your lips. Eyes watery and wide as you moan around me. Your hands land on my thighs, digging into my slacks to ground yourself. I growl, my hips moving faster and faster. The sounds you make are insane. The wet sounds of your saliva, the choking when I slip too deep, and your moansâgod, your moans.
âThink you can take me deeper?â I question, stilling my hips so you can have a second to breathe. And when you nod, all bets are off.
I let you take the lead this time, sitting up a little higher on your knees. You grip onto my thighs tighter as you slowly take me deeper and deeper. I canât help the shaky moans that leave me as I watch, eyes still connected with mine. I feel my tip go past the curve of your throat and down into your esophagus. You swallow and I nearly come right then and there. And with just a few more steadying, sharp breaths through your nose, you guide me down the rest of the way. Until the tip of your nose is buried in the hair at my navel.
âHoly f-fuckâŠâ I gasp, shaking from the pleasure of just this. I slowly tilt your chin up, not enough to make you uncomfortable in this position, but just enough to see your throat. And there it is. The bulge of my cock deep down under your skin. I am completely ruined for anyone else. Tears slip out of your eyes as you repeatedly gag, and thatâs when I pull you off.
You rest back on your heels, sucking in a sharp breath and coughing harshly. Iâm still stuck in my daze, watching you try to compose yourself. I fist my cock, pumping myself at the sight of you. Wiping under your eyes, cleaning up the saliva from your chin, and taking in unsteady breaths. You have no idea the effect you have on me. Once youâve finally composed yourself enough, you notice me stroking myself. You try to lean forward and take me back into your mouth, but I halt you.
âNo⊠Youâre just gonna watch.â My hand works a little bit faster, brushing over my tip to spread my pre-cum over myself. âTake your shirt off.â You listen without any question, shrugging your open blouse off and letting it fall to the floor behind you. Sitting there with your hands in your lap, just your bra and panties. So fucking sexy. âTake your bra off, too. Wanna see you, baby. Wanna see those tits.â
You smile shylyâodd, since you shamelessly had my dick down your throat not a minute agoâbut comply. Reaching behind yourself, you unclasp your bra and let it fall. Your breasts pour out, a beautiful sight. I groan, tightening my grip on myself. You reposition the way you're sitting to get a little more comfortable, but the movement just makes your tits jiggle and bounce.
âFuck,â I curse, pumping myself faster. My muscles grow tight as more moans spill from my lips. Your eyes are trained on my hand, watching me stroke myself, listening intently to my low sounds of pleasure.
You think I donât notice, but I do. You think your hand slowly slipping between your clenched thighs can fly under the radar, but it canât. I groan, low and deep in my throat as I watch you slowly start to touch yourself. âLet me watchâŠâ I murmur.
And you obey.
You lean back onto your free hand and let your legs spread for me. I moan, watching you move your panties to the side and expose yourself to me again. Your pussy is still red and wet from when I pounded it with my fingers earlier, and that just goes straight to my dick. I squeeze the base of my dick to try and get a grip on myself, but as soon as your fingers slip in between your folds, I donât even try to restrain myself anymore.
âFuck, yeah, baby⊠Touch yourself.â I watch you slowly rub your clit, wishing it was my fingers playing with that bud instead. I canât take my eyes off your pussy, itâs physically impossible. The way your folds spread as your fingers speed up, your clit swelling with sensitivityâitâs intoxicating. I slowly sink down onto my knees in front of you, getting a closer view of the show. You moan lowly, leaning back farther onto your elbows as your fingers grow frantic. I donât even notice the speed in which Iâm stroking myself until the sound of my strangled grunts hits my ears. I let myself fall forward, trapping you beneath me with one hand next to your head. âYouâre close. I can tell⊠Does touching myself get you off, baby?â
âYesâ Yes!â you whine, back arching toward me. Your fingers keep swirling yourself, pressing down harder.
âFuck, youâre so sexy⊠Spread your lips. Let me see that tight hole, baby.â
You stop rubbing yourself for just a second so I can get a glimpse of your entrance, leaking down toward your ass and clenching around nothing. My mouth waters at the sight, growing overly impatient to be inside of you. My hand works faster and faster over myself until Iâm breathless and panting above you. The daze of pleasure creeps up on me slowly, hearing your moans filter through my ears as you rub yourself again.
âIâm gonnaâfuck! Iâm gonna cum! Gonna cum all over your pussy.â My balls tighten as my teeth dig into my bottom lip. You squirm beneath me, trying to catch up. My eyes canât choose a place to look. Your face, twinged with pleasure, needy and wrecked. Your tits, bouncing with each jerk of your hips. Or your pussy, spread and wet, just for me. The moment you pull your lips apart to rub deeper, I bust.
âOhâ G-God, fuck,â I moan, hips jerking my length into my hand as I come undone. Ribbons of white shooting out, painting itself all over your pussy. Coated in it. Such a mess. You shriek a moan and Iâm back in the moment.
My fingers move without any thought, pushing your hand out of the way and swiping through your folds to collect my cum.
And then Iâm ramming it deep inside your cunt.
I watch my fingers dive deep into you, my mess squelching along your walls. You thrash against the floor, overstimulated by all the sensations. So what do I do? I kick it up a notch.
I lower myself until Iâm practically laying on my stomach, the perfect vantage point. Leaning in, I flick my tongue over your sensitive clit, making you scream. I smile into your cunt as you toss your arm over your mouth and bite down like a gag. My fingers curl toward your g-spot, my lips suck your bud into my mouth, and my hand reaches up to palm your breast. Every place you could get pleasure from, Iâm stimulating it.
One pinch of your nipple, one swirl of my tongue, and one more long press deep inside of you, and youâre coming undone. Your hips writhe against my face and I accept it, letting you coat me in our mixed juices. I slowly pull my fingers out and hear you whine, making up for it by placing a kiss to your throbbing clit. That makes you jolt. But then Iâm kissing my way up your body. Your pelvis, your hips, your stomach, your ribs, your sternum, your breasts, your collarbones, your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips.
Your arms wrap around my neck as you deepen the kiss, seeking out the taste of yourself on my tongue. I groan into your mouth, scooping my arms underneath you and helping you sit up. I pull back from your mouth to instead place two softer kisses against each of your cheeks.
âYou alright?â
âYeahâŠâ you breathe, soft and still a bit shaky.
I scoop you up in my arms and stand on my wobbly legs, carrying you over to my desk. Setting you down on the edge of it, I take a small step back just to admire you. Completely bare for me and absolutely beautiful. I canât help but lean in for a firm kiss. You smile against my lips and it makes my heart lurch. Itâs almost too soft, having to remind myself that that isnât what this is.
No matter what my traitorous brain is telling me.
So, instead, I think with my dick.
I take both of your thighs from around my waist and lift them up and over my shoulders. It stretches your muscles tight, making you lean back onto your elbows on the desk, sending more shit onto the floor. I stare down at your body instead of your face, deeming that the easiest option to avoid that heavy feeling again. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist, the fullness of your thighs, and the pinkness of your cunt. Itâs a sight Iâd happily choose to stare at for the rest of my life.
Well, shit. That didnât work.
âWhatâre you doing?â you speak, questioning my frozen gaze, laughter evident in your voice.
âNothinâ⊠Youâre just absolutely gorgeous,â my voice is low, quiet, and I mean every fucking word.
âShut up,â you laugh, a light in your eyes.
âOh? Getting mouthy on me now, are you?â I tease. âYou know what mouthy girls get?â
I grab the base of my cock and use my hold to drag my tip through your drenched folds. You gasp, but try to hide the reaction. It just makes me smirk.
âWhat do they get?â you egg me on, already needy and breathless again.
And my restraint snaps.
I spear myself into you, bottoming out in the first stroke. You choke on a moan, back already arching up into the air. Masterpiece.
âThey get fucked.â
Your short laugh gets cut off by a whining noise when my hips start to move me inside of you. Rolling and thrusting, giving no chance for a breath. My hands move from your waist to your ass, lifting it off the desk and gripping both cheeks. I watch as your tits bounce with every thrust, transfixed. I already know Iâm not gonna last. Especially when youâre reaching up to palm yourself.
I slam into you harder, making the desk shake in tandem with your legs. The sound of our skin slapping together is like music to my ears.
âGod, you take me so well, babyâŠâ I groan, watching the scene between us. The ease in which my cock slips in and out of your heat, like it was made to fit here. âSo fucking tight. So perfect.â
âFuck! Right there!â you yell, and I listen, always when itâs said in that tone.
I continue hitting you deep inside, not straying from the spot that made you scream. You start to squirm against the desk, desperate for more. So, I drag one of my hands back to your front and let it slip between your legs, rubbing slow strokes over your clit. Your pussy clenches around me and I know youâre close.
âGonna come, baby? Gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?â I taunt, hips picking up speed as my own pleasure chases me down.
âY-yesâŠâ Your back arches, hips grind, and eyes nearly roll back.
âGood. Cause Iâm gonna fill you up so good, baby, Iâll be dripping from you for the next week.â
I start to grunt as it becomes a struggle not to lose my tempo, pleasure taking over. But I need to make sure you cum first. I rub your clit faster, watching as your hips lift and writhe against my thrusts.
âCome for me⊠Let me watch you.â
Your eyes slowly blink open and connect with mine, jaw slack with whimpers escaping you. And with one more thrust, youâre done for. Silent screams, convulsing muscles, and your cunt squeezing the hell out of me. I have to brace my hands on the desk beside your hips as my pleasure slaps me in the face. Strangled moans leave my lips as my hips stutter, my cock pulsing inside of you as I fill you to the brim. Your pussy continues to clench around me, beckoning me to stay forever and milking me dry.
Once Iâve come back to earth, I grab onto your shoulders and lift your back up off the desk. Youâre like a ragdoll at this point. You look like you just got a good fuckingâwhich you did. Slowly, your arms come to circle around my neck. I hum in contentment, a bad sign.
I lean in and brush my lips against your neck, feeling you shiver in my hold. My lips ghost a path up to your ear. âYouâre mine nowâŠâ
âI already was,â you whisper back.
Fuck.
*BEEP*
âMr. Styles, I have a Mr. Winters on line 3 for you.â
pairing: harry styles x fem!singer!reader (social media au)
faceclaim: sabrina carpenter
summary: you and harry think you've been succesful at keeping your relationship a secret from your fans. clearly, they're smarter than you both expected. or maybe you're just not as subtle as you thought
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user1 iâm freaking out thanks for asking
niallhoran iâm still waiting for my vip tickets
    Ⳡyourusername why would i give you vip tickets?
    Ⳡniallhoran because weâre best friends forever
    Ⳡyourusername ??? since when
    Ⳡniallhoran since about ten months ago. you should know the date. i could tell you why if you want tho
    Ⳡyourusername i have your tickets
    Ⳡniallhoran thank you!! canât waitâșïž
    Ⳡuser2 i feel like weâre missing something
user3 hear me out. y/n and harry have been dating for ten months
    Ⳡuser4 i donât think they could have kept it in secret for so long
    Ⳡuser5 weâve been saying for more than half a year that theyâre dating. they havenât kept anything in secretđ
yourusername thank you for an amazing night, londonđŹđ§â€ïž i love british people
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yourusername hope you make good use of my gift @/harrystyles
    Ⳡharrystyles i will;) â„ïž by creator
    Ⳡuser1 âŠdo you guys know youâre on main?
user2 âi love british peopleâ babe we know who youâre talking about
user3 putting the horny picture after the harry one.. i see what you did there
user4 if things donât work out with harry, just know that iâm single
tmz After months of countless rumors and speculations, Y/n Y/l/n and Harry Styles have officially gone public with their relationship. The couple was spotted strolling through London, where Y/l/n has just finished three shows of her âShort nâ Sweetâ tour.
They looked very cozy while ordering food from a local stall, with Stylesâ arms wrapped around the blonde before kissing her, a moment that was repeated later that night.
We donât know how long this secret romance has been going on, but given the public reaction, itâs clear that many people are happy itâs finally out in the open.
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user1 that one girl on twitter is banging her head against the wall rn
user2 i donât think this surprises anyone but okay
user3 whereâs that girl that says everything they do is friendly? i wanna know what she thinks of this
rockme_ okay i donât think this is friendly anymore
  Ⳡuser4 LMAO finally
    Ⳡuser5 all it took was them sucking each otherâs faces
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harrystyles friendly pictures
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user1 that dog looks like the one he was holding in her post
    Ⳡuser2 they adopted it together
    Ⳡuser3 why do you sound so sure??
    Ⳡuser2 iâm manifesting it
rockme_ AGAIN?đđđ
user4 the third picture⊠need dat
user5 anne likedđ„Č
yourusername ur so cute ily â„ïž by creator
   Ⳡharrystyles i thought i was âmehâ
user6 oh wow i wasnât expecting this, iâm so surprised
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Summary: YN and Harry welcome their baby boy into the world.
Warning: labour, delivery, child birth, gas and air
14th of June 2025
38 weeks and 6 days pregnant
The Stylesâ London house was full of noise and toys as usual. Grace toddled around the living room clutching her stuffed rabbit, while YN tried to tidy the breakfast plates.
âGraceâŠare you excited to see Uncle Louis?â. Harry asked the little toddler as he picked her up in his arms whilst stepping carefully around building blocks.
Grace beamed, her little voice full of excitement. âYeh!â.
YN smiled as she saw the two approach her in the kitchen, one hand on her bump. âUncle Louis is definitely your favourite.â
Harryâs grin matched the two as he pressed a kiss to his wifeâs forehead. âYou alright? You look tired babe?.â
âBit uncomfortable, thatâs all,â YN said. âHeâs kicking up a storm.â Referring to baby Styles that was tucked up in her tummy.Â
Harryâs smile oozed in sympathy. âHopefully not much longer left now my loveâ.
Louis and Zara arrived mid-afternoon with takeaway sandwiches and coffees, and of course a small bag of chocolate buttons for Grace. Always spoilt by Uncle Louis. Theyâd promised to keep close and in London in case YN went into labour.
The sight of Louis walking through the door caused Graceâs eyes to beam as she points from Harryâs arms. âOoo-ee! Ooo-ee!â.
The sweet pronunciation caused Zara to coo at the little girl that had now made her way into Louisâ arms. âHeeey my girl!â.Â
âThought weâd call by with some lunch for you guys,â Louis said, handing over a bag as he held Grace in the other. âYouâre looking tired, Tiny.â
YN groaned, easing herself onto the sofa. âI amâŠIâm starting to feel so uncomfortable now.â
Harry chuckled. âMaybe heâs waiting for Fatherâs Day tomorrow.â
Louis grinned. âWouldnât that be something?â
15th of June 2025
39 weeks pregnantÂ
2:35am
YN woke suddenly, a tight ache spreading across her lower stomach. She waited, breathing through it, but another came only minutes later.
âHarry,â she whispered, nudging him gently.
He stirred, instantly alert. âYou alright?â
âI think itâs starting.â YN continued to breathe calmly as she realised they were about to meet their baby boy.Â
He was on his feet before she could answer, pulling on his pair of shorts that had landed on the floor the night before. âAre you alright? Iâll phone Louis for him and Zara to come over and stay with Graceâ.
YN smiled tiredly as another contraction finished. âBubsâŠrelax!â.
He shot her a nervous grin. âMâsorryâŠcanât help itâ. Pacing the room with his phone held up to his hear ready to phone Louis.Â
3:00am
Grace was still fast asleep in her cot, her curls stuck to her cheeks as Harry checked on her before they leave for the hospital.Â
Louis and Zara arrived quickly, both wearing equally excited but nervous smiles as they walked through the door.Â
âHow are you doing babe?â. Zara asked as YN held herself up by the wall, a contraction not long ending,Â
YN weakly smiled, knowing this was only the start of the pain. âMâgoodâŠpain is manageable at the momentâ.
âYouâve got this,â Louis said, squeezing YNâs hand before turning to Harry. âKeep me updated yeahâŠand look after herâ.Â
âThank you,â YN managed, reaching for Harryâs hand as another wave of pain rolled through.
Zara reassured the pair as they walked towards the front door. âWeâll stay with Grace for as long as we need toâ.Â
Harry gave one last request before heading for the door. âGive her lots and cuddles from us when she wakes up.â
4:00am
The drive to the hospital had been quiet except for YNâs steady breathing and Harry whispering encouragement every few minutes.
Now, in the soft early light of the labour ward, YN sat in the birth pool gripping Harryâs hand. He rubbed her back and murmured, âYouâre doing amazing loveâŠIâm right hereâ.
The midwife smiled as she watched the couple. YNâs hand gripping the gas and air nozzle, breathing it in to ease the pain. âEverything looks goodYNâŠYouâre about to meet your little baby soonâ.Â
Harry gave her hand another squeeze. âTold youâŠHeâs a Fatherâs Day babyâ. The midwife smiled lovingly at the statement.Â
YN managed a tired laugh. âLooks like he really might be.â
The next few hours blurred into calm instructions, slow breathing, and quiet reassurance. YN still in the birthing pool and Harry not moving from her side.Â
6:30am
The nozzle was still glued to YNâs hand. Harry was whispering positive encouragement into his wifeâs ear, trying to do anything to show love and support.Â
âYouâre doing amazing YNâŠkeep listening to what your body is telling youâ. The midwife, monitored and kept an eye on the pool water. âIâd say youâre about to meet your baby in the next few minutesâ.Â
âHear that babeâŠheâll be in our arms soonâ. Harry placed a loving peck to YNâs forehead. âYouâre incredible!â.Â
Within minutes, the small room was filled with little cries, and Harryâs breath caught in his throat. The midwife handed a tiny baby to YN, who let out a tearful laugh.
ââello my little babyâ. YN whispered, her voice filled with emotion.Â
Harry leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. âHeâs so tiny and oerfectâŠI love you so much!â.Â
âSeven pounds three ounces,â the midwife announced with a smile. âBorn at 6:38am on the 15th of June!â.Â
Harry laughed quietly, wiping his eyes. âCouldnât have picked a better day.â
YN looked up at him, exhausted but glowing. âHappy Fatherâs Day Bubs!â.Â
Six hours old
The room was quiet, but love and happiness surrounded them. Their baby boy slept on Harryâs bare chest, tiny fingers curled against his skin.
YN watched from the bed, now in fresh pyjamas and her hair high in a bun, smiling softly. âHeâs your twinâ.Â
Harry glanced up to his wife, before looking back down at his chest. âItâs only fair as Grace is yoursâ.Â
âWe really do create the most perfect babies!â. YN smiled at the sight of Harry cuddling their baby boy.Â
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the quiet hum of the life outside the room around them.
2:30pmÂ
Louis and Zara arrived early afternoon with Grace, who toddled in clutching her rabbit.
âMama!â she squealed when she saw YN.
YN smiled, holding out her arms. âHi my girl!â. Grace immediately reaching up. Louis carefully placing her next to YN.Â
Harry sat beside the hospital bed. âYou ready to meet your baby brother?â.
Grace blinked at the tiny bundle in Harryâs arms. âBaby?â she asked softly.
âThatâs rightâ. YN said, trying to keep her tears back as she watched the new siblings. âYour brotherâ.Â
Grace reached out her small hand, gently touching his blanket. âBaby!â, she repeated proudly as her eyes stared at the new little addition.Â
Louis sniffed behind them. âOh this is too muchâŠIâm getting emotionalâ. He muttered, running his hand over his face attempting to wipe away the tears.Â
Zara smiled, her hand finding his. âYouâre allowedâŠitâs a special momentâ.Â
âIâm so proud of her!â. Louis beamed, tears attempting to roll.Â
Harry wrapped an arm around YN, looking between his wife and two babies. âWe did it babyâŠour little family!â.Â
YN nodded, tears in her eyes. âYeahâŠwe really didâ.Â
âAlbieâŠyou have completed us!â.
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lottietomlinson Ahhhh my gorgeous little nephew đđ Albie, you are already the cutest! Canât wait to see Grace as a big sister. So proud of you sisđ
zayn congrats guys! Albie is perfect!! Big love and see you soon xx
louteasdale Lush name!! Congratulations to my fav lil famđxxx
the.daisytomlinson My heart đ„° Grace is the best big sister and Albie youâre perfect! Love you all đđ
thephoebetomlinson I canât handle this đ„čđ„čđ„č Love you all â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
marktommo1111 Proud Grandad momentđ„°đ„°Congratulations to you all xx
mrlewisburton Congratulations to you all! Albie is amazingâ€ïž
zara_mcdermott Youâre amazing, mama đ€ Heâs perfection. Love you all so much xx
pillowpersonpp Congratulations you perfect little familyâ€ïž
daniellepeazer Beautiful babiesđ€
ryan.viggars Welcome to the family Albieâ€ïž
jefezoff Congrats Stylesââ€ïž
j_corden A huge congratulations. Canât wait to meet the little one!
jack.varley7 Congrats guys!! Canât wait to meet Albieđ
brianasrealaccount A massive congratulations from me and Freddie! He canât wait to see Grace and meet his new little cousinâ€ïžSending love to you all!!
zoesugg So cute!đ„čA huge congratulations to you all! Canât wait to meet Albieđ„°đ
markyyferris AWWW! My heart is melting! Congratulations my darling! Canât wait for cuddles from Grace and Albieđđ
