𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚
❝ 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ❞
a/n: i don't know what this is but gosh i love secretary (2002).
warnings: illusion to past relations, fingering, squirting, fem reader, boss and secretary.
18+
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you saunter into harvey's office, clutching a notepad to your chest. “sir,” you begin before looking down at the notes you had scribbled. “mr jones is requesting an emergency meeting for thursday.”
harvey looks up at you with a slight smile before groaning “tell him i’m busy all week.” he beacons you towards him as he moves his chair out from under his desk, legs wide apart in his slacks. it’s later than he usually stays at work, about 10pm, but his coworkers insist on calling at the most inconvenient times.
you move towards harvey’s desk with a content grin. “do you need something?” you ask sweetly.
“check this email for me, honey?” dent asks and allows you to bend over the desk in front of him sneakily. a grin appears on his face before you move back nodding your head.
“looks good, mr dent” you smirk as you turn back around to face him, sitting on the edge of his desk. “but you do sound a little… uh snobby.” a snicker falls from your lips.
his head tilts to the left “snobby? me? never.” harvey chuckles sarcastically at your comment. “that’s just how i write.” he retorts, eyebrows furrowed at your sudden confidence. you’re usually sweet and quiet towards him, yearning for his attention like a kitty.
“gosh,no wonder people don’t like you…” you mumble and begin deleting and typing on his keyboard. harvey’s ears perk up at your comment.
“mmm no i don’t think my emails are the issue.” dent laughs and brings your hand to his face(s?) once you turn back towards him.
looking down at him, your ears flush pink at his smug grin. the sudden splurge of confidence you felt today caused your hand, that was on his scars, to travel down to his chest. one of harvey’s hands find its way to your bare thighs. “what did i say about touching at work?” he growls.
“that it’s risky or whatever, but i need you harv!” you pout as you straddle his lap, your hands fumbling with his belt. harvey rolls his eyes and effortlessly lifts you from his lap onto his desk.
“you’ve been so good recently, why are you being a brat hm?” you press your thighs together at his comment. of course he notices.
“i guess i have to teach you another lesson, princess.” he mumbles before he pries your legs apart, skirt slipping up, wetness seeping through your lacy underwear. harvey’s eyes glisten at the sight of your panties being pulled aside by his calloused fingers.
you whine as his thumb parts your shiny folds just like he had a million times before. “please harvey, ‘m sorry i just wanted your attention.” you whimper out, attempting to grind onto his hand for just a little bit of friction.
“yeah, i know, my little attention whore.” dent snickers at your desperation before pushing a finger into your dripping pussy. your moans come out with a shudder when his middle finger joins his pointer.
“harvey” you throw your head back as your hands travel to his soft hair.
“shh shh, just let go for me, honey” harvey demands, bringing his hand up to push down on your stomach. your legs begin to shake around his head, your pussy clenching violently around his veiny hand.
eventually, you squeal behind your own hand, covering your mouth as liquid seeps from your core onto harvey’s face and dripping down his desk.
“messy girl.”