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allthelovehes · 9 months ago

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Enemies at Nine, Lovers by Five*

Summary: Harry and Y/N are colleagues who absolutely hate each other. Who know all they needed was a good fuck?

Pairing: Coworker!Harry x reader

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, public sex, unprotected sex, office sex.

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A/N: This is my first ever enemies to lovers fic and I hope I did it right. Also, let me just tell you.. Wrap it before you tap it :')

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In the bustling world of corporate offices, Harry and Y/N are two colleagues who can't stand each other. Their desks are situated across from each other, and every interaction between them seems like a battleground. Harry, with his sharp wit and assertive demeanour, clashed with Y/N's independent and equally stubborn nature. Their colleagues often find them caught in the crossfire of their constant bickering.

As Harry is leaving for his lunch break, he accidentally bumps into Y/N and drops a few items from his bag. While helping him pick up the fallen belongings, a few papers fly out from one of the folders. Y/N, in an attempt to quickly gather the loose documents, notices something. They are the divorce papers from Harry's wife, and she immediately knows what that means. She quickly returns the folders to him, apologises, and goes her way.

Harry, on the other hand, is taken aback. Not by the fact that Y/N has seen the divorce papers, but by how she had not reacted to it. He expected her to mock him or throw a witty remark, but instead, she acted as if nothing had happened. Harry is perplexed by her actions.

As time passes, Y/N is still the same to Harry. She treats him the same way as before. They argue, tease each other, and bicker just like they used to. Harry can't comprehend her behaviour. Why is she not talking about the divorce papers? He knows Y/N has a big mouth and likes to share juicy office gossip, so why isn't she saying anything about his divorce?

One day, the office is buzzing with anticipation as the team prepares for an important conference. The air is tense as presentations are being rehearsed, and the conference room is filled with an energy of nervous excitement. As fate would have it, Harry and Y/N are assigned to work on the crucial project together, ensuring that their paths cross more frequently than ever.

They are both frustrated by their predicament. Neither of them wants to work with the other. As they are walking back to their desks after a meeting, Y/N stops in her tracks. Harry turns to look at her.

“Why aren't you talking about my divorce?” Harry asks bluntly. Y/N is taken aback.

“It's none of my business, Harry. It's between you and your wife.” She replies.

“But you know everyone here, and I've heard that you enjoy sharing office gossip. It's not like you to not talk about something like this.” Harry retorts. Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I'm not the kind of person you think I am, Harry. I don't spread rumours. And even if I did, it wouldn't be about you.” She says and continues walking towards her desk.

Harry watches as she walks away. Her words echo in his mind. Could she really not be the person he thought she was? Could she be hiding a side of her that he had never seen before? He is curious, intrigued, and even a little impressed.

As the days go by, Harry and Y/N continue working on their project. They argue, debate, and bicker just as much as they did before. Working overtime and spending long hours at the office, they have no choice but to tolerate each other. Tonight is no different, as they finalised their presentation together.

The room is silent, the only sound is the faint hum of the air conditioning unit. Harry and Y/N are seated in the conference room, the space between them filled with the tension of unsaid words and unresolved conflicts. They had spent the entire night working on the presentation and had not spoken a word to each other. The silence was deafening.

“Jesus Christ, can you not?” Harry breaks the silence.

“What are you talking about?” She asks, surprised by his sudden outburst.

“I'm talking about the tapping of your pen. You've been doing it for the past 20 minutes.” Harry says, his voice dripping with frustration.

“It helps me concentrate.” Y/N says.

“Well, it's annoying as fuck. Just stop.” Harry snaps. Y/N is stunned. She had never seen him so upset before. She quickly puts down her pen and leans back in her chair.

“You're the most difficult person to work with, you know that?” She mutters under her breath.

“Yeah? Well, you're not a picnic either.” Harry quips. Y/N lets out an exasperated sigh and closes her laptop.

“We're not going to get anywhere tonight. We're both tired and frustrated. Let's just call it a night.” She says.

“Fine.” Harry grumbles before he looks at her, a wave of lust washes over him. “I just think you need to be fucked real good for once in your life.”

Y/N is taken aback by his forwardness.

“Excuse me?” She asks, her tone laced with shock and irritation.

“You heard me. I said you need to be fucked. Hard. It'll take that stick out of your ass.” He replies.

“You're delusional. No wonder your wife left you.” Y/N snaps. Harry's expression darkens.

“You know nothing about my marriage, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” He growls. Y/N stands up and glares at him.

“You don't know shit about me either, yet you have no problem judging me. Fuck you, Harry. I'm done with this conversation.” She spits before gathering her things and leaving the room.

Harry watches as she walks to the door, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Why does he feel so drawn to her, even though she drives him insane? He has always been attracted to her, but tonight is the first time he has actually expressed his feelings. It was a bold move, but the thrill of the moment was enough to overcome his sense of hesitation. He's never had an office affair before, but Y/N makes him want to break all the rules. He strides over to where she's standing, grabs her by the arm, and pulls her close to him.

“You're wrong. I do know you, Y/N. And I know you want me.” He says, his voice low and husky.

“Let go of me, Harry.” She whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

“Why? Because you're afraid of what might happen? You're a strong woman, Y/N. Show me what you've got.” He murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. Y/N feels a rush of adrenaline and arousal course through her body. She's never wanted anyone more than she wants him at this moment. Her lips part as she draws in a shaky breath.

“I don't think this is a good idea.” She says, her resolve weakening.

“Oh, but it is.” Harry whispers before he crashes his lips against hers.

The kiss is intense and passionate, fueled by their pent-up sexual frustration. They tangle their fingers in each other's hair and moan into each other's mouths. Y/N gasps as she feels Harry's hands grip her waist, pulling her even closer to him. She can feel his arousal pressing against her, and it sends a jolt of desire through her body.

“Harry, we can't. Someone could walk in.” She says, trying to catch her breath.

“There's no one at the office at this ungodly hour.” He says, a smirk playing on his lips.

He lifts her onto the conference table and begins to unbutton her shirt. He trails kisses down her neck and chest, and she arches her back. His lips find hers again as he caresses her breasts. He undoes her bra and takes one nipple in his mouth, while his fingers tease the other. She can't hold back her moans any longer, and she runs her fingers through his hair, urging him on. His hands wander down to her pants, and he begins to unbutton them. He slides his hand inside, and she bites her lip as he brushes his fingers against her clit.

“Fuck, you're so wet.” He groans.

He pulls her pants off and tosses them aside before he kneels before her, his face level with her dripping core. He hooks his arms around her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the table. He places her legs over his shoulders and spreads her lips apart. He looks up at her, his gaze hungry and lustful.

“Are you ready?” He asks, his voice thick with desire.

She nods, and he dives in, his tongue flicking against her swollen clit. She throws her head back and grips the edge of the table. His mouth is hot and insistent as he eats her out. She writhes against the table, her hips bucking against his face.

There is something powerful in having her naked in front of him while he's still fully clothed. He is in control, and she is his. She can feel her orgasm building as he licks and sucks at her core. She reaches down and tangles her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. He groans, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine.

“Harry, please.” She gasps. He doubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around her clit before plunging into her. She cries out, her climax crashing over her in waves. Her legs shake as she rides the waves of pleasure. He looks up at her, his chin glistening with her juices.

“That was... Fuck, Harry, that was amazing.” She says, breathless. He smirks.

“I know what I’m capable of.” He says, his voice deep and husky.

“Your turn.” She says.

She slides off the table and pushes him down into a chair. She unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing her to pull his pants and boxers down. She takes his hard cock in her hand and strokes him. He groans, his head falling back as she pleasures him. She sinks to her knees and takes his throbbing member into her mouth.

He hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head. She swirls her tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into her mouth. His hands fist in her hair as he thrusts his hips. She gags a little, but she doesn't let that stop her. She looks up at him, her gaze filled with lust and hunger. He can barely stand it. He has to have her.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth is so fucking hot. You're gonna make me come.” He says, his voice ragged with desire. She moans, the sound sending shivers through his body. She continues to bob her head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper with every stroke. His breathing becomes shallow, and his grip on her hair tightens.

“I'm close, baby. I'm so close.” He groans before she quits her actions, completely ruining his orgasm.

“You don't happen to have a condom on you, do you? Because I certainly don't.” She asks.

“Shit, no. I don't.” Harry curses, realizing his lack of preparation.

She rises to her feet and straddles him. She grinds her dripping core against his rock-hard cock.

“I just need you inside me, Harry.” She whispers, her voice heavy with lust. He groans, the sensation of her hot pussy against his bare skin nearly sending him over the edge. He holds her hips still and looks her deep into her eyes.

“We can't.”

“Why not?” She whines, desperate for him as she grinds herself on him.

“We don't have a condom, Y/N.”

“So? It's fine, I'm on birth control.” She assures him, her need for him overriding her usual cautiousness.

“We still can't.”

“Please, Harry?” She begs.

He pauses, searching for the right words. “If I have sex with you, I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop.”

“Good.” She smiles.

Her hands wrap around his neck, and she pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues explore each other's mouths, and their bodies are pressed against each other. The heat is almost unbearable, and they can't get enough of each other.

Harry gets up on his feet and turns them around, pinning Y/N against the wall. He lifts her legs around his waist, and her arms wrap around his neck, their bodies perfectly aligned. He reaches between them and guides himself into her. They moan in unison as he fills her, stretching her tight walls. He pulls back and slams into her, making her gasp in surprise.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, his voice is husky and full of need.

“Yes.” She breathes. “Fuck me, Harry.” He obliges, setting a relentless pace. She writhes against him, her nails digging into his back. The pain and pleasure mix, and it's intoxicating. He buries his face in her neck and bites down on her soft flesh. She cries out, her voice echoing in the empty room.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans. She clenches around him, and he almost loses it.

“Harder.” She begs.

He slams into her, driving her back against the wall. He lifts her and moves to the conference table, laying her down and positioning himself over her. He grabs her wrists and pins them above her head.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” He commands. She meets his gaze, her eyes dark and full of lust. He thrusts into her, and she lets out a cry. She's so close.

“Harry, I'm going to come.” She gasps.

“Not yet.” He growls. “You'll come when I tell you to.”

He picks up the pace, his movements rough and urgent. She can barely breathe. The tension is too much. He simply stares down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of dominance and tenderness. He knows she's on the verge of breaking.

“Come for me.” He says, his voice is deep and commanding. She explodes around him, her whole body convulsing with pleasure. She screams, and the sound is music to his ears. He slams into her relentlessly, not even caring about the possibility of overstimulating her. All that matters is her. He can feel her clenching around him, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge.

“I'm gonna come.” He groans, his hips moving faster.

“Inside me.” She pleads. “I want to feel you.”

“Fucking hell, you know I can't do that.” He growls and pulls out just in time, spilling his seed on her stomach. She reaches between them and strokes him through his orgasm, coaxing every last drop from him. They're both breathing heavily, their bodies covered in sweat.

“Fuck, that was…” Harry pants, struggling to find the words.

“Yeah.” Y/N agrees. They smile at each other, and something passes between them. It's a moment of pure connection, and neither of them wants to break it. But then the reality of the situation comes crashing down on them, and the spell is broken.

Harry stands up and grabs a handful of napkins from the table. He hands them to Y/N and helps her clean up. When they're done, they dress in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

Harry breaks the silence first.

“I'm sorry.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N turns to look at him, her eyes wide with confusion.

“For what?”

“For taking advantage of the situation. For crossing a line that should never have been crossed.” He explains before Y/N shakes her head.

“Don't apologize. I wanted it just as much as you did.”

“Still, I shouldn't have let it happen.” Harry sighs.

“Maybe not.” Y/N agrees. “But there's no use dwelling on it now. What's done is done.”

Harry nods, his expression conflicted. He opens his mouth to say something else, but the words die on his lips. There's nothing left to say. Y/N finishes dressing and walks towards the door. She stops and turns to look at Harry, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

“Goodnight, Harry.” She says softly.

He doesn't reply. He simply watches as she walks out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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