YELLOW TAPE is waiting to be read by you sexy mofo x
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Never had I done anything quite like this before, yet fortunately for Harry, I'd always been a person who's open to trying new things. That's why I didn't object when he pulled my skin tights along with my underwear all the way down to my ankles, curtly telling me to take my, "Heels off." and so I kicked them off, standing much more comfortably on the floor while my elbows supported me on top of his wooden desk. I assumed he carelessly tossed the pieces of material aside before sliding both of his large hands up each of my legs, reaching the back of my thighs, making goosebumps rise upon every inch of my skin.
He hitched my black skirt up around my hips, exposing my bum to him and I heard him suck in a harsh breath, before he smoothed both of his hands over my bum cheeks.
"I'm going to spank you, okay?" He breathed and I gulped, nodding.
It startled me when he suddenly tugged at my hair, pulling my head up, my ass pressing against his hard bulge as his lips skimmed roughly over my strained neck.
"I'm not going to tell you again, Y/n," he rasped, hips bucking into my bare behind. "Use your fucking words." And he pushed me back down on top of the desk.
"Okay." I said, breathlessly.
"Okay, what?" Harry sounded irritated and I figured that maybe the more I spoke the more he'd praise me rather than growl at me.
"Okay, spank me," I replied. "Please, please spank me."
He squeezed at the cheeks, satisfied with my words. "That's it. Go on, sweetheart, beg for it."
And so I did. I begged and begged him to spank me, "nice and hard." telling him that "I'm a good girl, tell me I'm your good girl." until his hand finally connected with my bum in a hard smack, causing my elbows to give out and have me lay my chest flat on the desk.
A shriek sounded from my mouth when his hand came down again and I felt each of his rings against my stinging flesh. The left side of my face pressed to the desk and nudged forward when his hand spanked me yet again, this time a moan rolled off my tongue in delight.
It hurt, it hurt so fucking much; Harry's rings were surely indenting the smooth skin which by now must be a crimson shade, and every time his large hand spanked me, it left a white handprint– making me want to watch him do it.
"Tell me I'm—" I trailed off, hearing an ear-bursting sound of skin connecting. "a good girl." I choked out, feeling the insides of my thighs becoming slick with my arousal.
"You're a good girl, Y/n," he mused. "You're such a good girl, for me." I waited for his hand to spank me again but it didn't happen, at which my eyebrows furrowed and I arched my back, searching for his hard hand.
"You've had enough, baby," his voice was suddenly soft, hands pressing and gently rubbing the reddened area he'd assaulted.
I whined, pushing my ass out further. "More," I breathed. "Want more."
I heard him crouch down before I felt his soft lips on my right bum cheek, leaving a caring kiss. "You're going to bleed if I give you more."
I hadn't realised my eyes were closed until I was forced to open them when Harry tugged at my hair once again, lips pressing to the spot just beneath my ear and sucking lightly before grazing his teeth over the skin. A throaty moan came from me as Harry hummed and bucked his hips forward.
"Felt good," I praised him.
"Yeah?" He hummed. "I can tell, you're dripping."
The hand that wasn't in my hair snaked around my front, diving between my thighs before bringing his hand to my centre, causing my eyes to flutter closed at the touch of his fingers; two of them ran up the folds before circling over my swollen nub. "You're so wet, I bet I could just—"
Harry trailed off, his index finger moving a mere inch, and he didn't even have to push it in as the smooth slickness of my entrance proceeded to swallow his finger up. It felt good, however it wasn't enough and Harry seemed to be aware of that as another one of his fingers slid into me, joining his index.
Whimpering, I pushed back against him, asking for more; for him. He jutted his hips forward with a groan as his fingers moved faster inside of me, it felt euphoric but definitely not how I wished to finish. My right hand pressed firmly to his arm in order to stop him, his strength overpowered mine, though, continually sinking his fingers in and out.
"N-no, not like this," I moaned out unconvincingly as Harry only sped up. "Harry, stop." I whined, imagining the way he would feel inside of me as I attempted to remove his fingers from between my thighs.
"Come," he ordered and I shook my head. "You think you have a choice?" He almost laughed, fingers moving faster than before.
"Harry, plea— no!" I attempted to close my legs but to no avail. Moans and short pants of Harry's name echoed throughout his spacious office as my body shook with pleasure.
"Good girl." He praised, working me through my orgasm until I became too sensitive and he slipped his wet fingers out of me. My chest collapsed back on his desk, moving up and down as my eyes shut and I tried to regain my breath as well as composure.
"I didn't want to c—" A surprised shriek came from me and I trembled at the sudden feeling of Harry's shaft prodding at my entrance before sinking in with great ease.
"Can you do one more?" He whispered, warm hands pressing to my hips as he filled me to the brink, my overstimulated insides spasming around him.
"N-no," I whined shakily, feeling him pull almost all the way out before slipping back in.
"Yes you can," he decided. "Just one more, baby. Give me one more, yeah?" He pleaded, words laced with pleasure and I could only imagine what his face looked like. My head refused to move from his desk to find out, though I assumed he'd be biting his lower lip, eyes fluttering shut constantly at the feeling of my tight walls hugging around his huge length.
"I can't." I choked out, gradually beginning to feel the same pleasure I did two seconds ago, only more intensified.
"You can— I know you can. Jus' one more, sweetheart." Short, breathy moans were heard from Harry and I tried my best to lift myself up off of his desk.
He felt wonderful around me, all snug and genuinely filled to the absolute brink. I didn't think my body could take it but soon enough, I began moaning like earlier as he sunk in and out, filling me up every time.
"Good girl," he praised and I could've sworn I heard him smirking, making me yelp as he went back in, harder. "Take me," he groaned, hips bucking more frequently and I whimpered. "I know you can fucking take me." His hands squeezed at my hips and he pulled them against his, sputtering incoherent profanities as he neared his climax.
Then, there was a loud and clear knock at the door, making us freeze and bulge our eyes out of our sockets.
"Mr. Styles? You're not picking up your phone– Mr. Hugh is here for that meeting you scheduled?" Said the receptionist through the door.
Harry eased himself out of me, turning me around abruptly, cheeks rosy, eyes wild and glassy with swollen, bitten lips and his shirt half undone. He looked fucked out of his mind, and sounded so too as he whispered:
"You mind if I show up at your apartment tonight, again?"
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YELLOW TAPE !
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