Harry Styles One Shots

The Work Affair

⚠️ STRONG SMUT WARNING ⚠️

Imagine you and Harry were colleagues working at a firm together in the same office, you weren't really each other's cup of tea as you couldn't get along—always having arguments over deadlines, coffee, and scheduled meetings. He had a bit of a leg up with being promoted over you so you always butted heads with one another. You were on your way back to your cubical after making copies of contracts, purchase agreements, and other paperwork for your boss. You stepped onto the elevator pressing your department's floor button. The doors were beginning to close when you saw someone's hand stop the doors before they opened again and Harry stood there before walking in. "Hello, Ms. Y/N.." He spoke, you quietly rolled your eyes with no response as he stepped in standing right behind you. The elevator doors began to close before it began to move up each floor. Harry took a step closer to you almost breathing down your neck. "Could you not stand so close to me? I don't need to feel your hot breath on my neck." You groaned. "You know you like it.." He spoke, you scoffed waiting to arrive back up to your department floor. "You can stand there and ignore me or pretend that you hate me. But you can't keep pretending that you haven't had that feeling between your legs every time you see me walk into a room. Don't think I don't notice you squirming in that chair, darling.." He whispered in your ear as you felt him bring his arm slightly around your torso placing his hand at your belly. He wasn't wrong. Your breath hitched as he started pulling at the waistband of your mini skirt. "Harry.." You whispered. The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Your executive directors were standing outside of it as he quickly pulled away from you. "I'll see you later, Ms. Y/L/N." He passed by you placing a small folded up sticky note in between your fingers. You walk out of the elevator and back to your cubical and sit in your chair before you open the sticky note that read in Harry's chicken scratch handwriting,

Meet me in the staff's lounge after close, 6:00.

And that's exactly what you did. You watch all of your coworkers pack up their things and you acted to do the same as they all begin to leave. You begin to walk down the hall when one of your colleagues invited you to hop on the elevator to go get drinks after work. You declined saying you'd meet up with them later and that you had to finish something quickly before you left. You walked into the staff's lounge as Harry had requested before Everyone was gone before you walked into the lounge to see a few stragglers packing up their lunches from the fridge before leaving the room. You looked over to see Harry sitting on the couch. He looked over as he saw you standing there. He got up before he walked over to you. "You came.." He spoke, you nodded before he closed the door locking it behind you. You threw down your bag off your shoulder before jumping him with a kiss. He kissed you back before he began to unbutton his shirt as you lift yours over your head. He pulled away as he began to unbuckle his belt. "You a little slut—walking around in that tiny little skirt that I love so much." He reached his hand underneath your skirt, your breath hitched as he touched your wet, sensitive skin. "All wet for me and no knickers? You're a cheeky one." He smirked. "Just fuck me.." You breathed. "Turn around, baby.." You leaned over the counter as he push your skirt above your waist before he pushed himself into you. You moaned before you felt Harry wrap his hand around your hair pulling your head up. As you faced the small mirror right about the sink. "Look in the mirror while I fuck you, pretty.." With every thrust, you could feel him in your belly. You gasped as you brought your hand to the bottom of your stomach feeling him inside. "Fuck, Daddy.." You whined. "You like that, baby girl? You like feeling daddy in your belly?" He asked, You felt his grip on your hair loosen. "Please.." Your legs were shaking as you felt his fingers dig into your hips as he picked up his pace. You grabbed onto his wrist as his thrusts were stronger. You start to whimper as you began to feel like you were about to explode. "I want you to be a good girl and cum for me, baby.." And just with not only his strong thrusts, but also his words had you weak in the knees cumming. You started leaking between your legs. You gasped as you looked down at the wetness that pooled on the floor. "Was I little too rough on you, darling?" You caught your breath. "I-I didn't know I could do that." You felt him graze his hand across your sensitive skin before he brought his fingers to his lips. "You taste so sweet.." He smirked.