I'm literally horrible at coming up with titles for these lol

anyway I think this is my favorite one yet and also !!! guess who got tickets to see her man AND graduated high school yesterday !! 😩

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"Ava, have you seen the folder with all the sales for last quarter in it? I just bloody fucking saw it..." the man with the piercing green eyes grumbled, frustration clouding his strong features as he rummaged through his desk.

His entire aura, from the broad pull of his shoulders to the sharp set of his jaw, radiated the same confidence and intimidation as always. However, Ava had been working for him long enough to notice that something about him was off today; he was constantly running his hand through his gelled hair, mussing up the strands even further, and his fingers were rolling his plump bottom lip between them. He was anxious. She had never seen him like this before and it made her uneasy, not knowing what to expect.

"No, Mr. Styles," Ava replied after a moment. She stood in front of his desk with her binder held against her chest and her purse over her shoulder. "I can print you up another copy when we arrive in Los Angeles. We really need to get going so we don't miss our flight."

Her boss closed his eyes briefly, sitting back in his chair as he flared his nostrils and released a sigh. "There won't be time for that when we arrive," Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need the folder now. I need to review it. Are you sure you didn't put it somewhere? You're always fuckin' touching my things-"

"Sir, when have I ever moved any of your papers? I simply organize them when you ask me to," she said calmly, restraining from having an edge to her voice. After three years of being his assistant, she had grown used to his bad moods and the way he directed it at whoever was closest to him in the moment. Unfortunately, this meant that Ava had to endure the infamous Styles temper more often than most and in turn, develop a strong patience for it.

"Yeah, well," he dragged a hand over the light hair that peppered his jaw and huffed, "Maybe you picked it up by mistake."

"I didn't. It will only take a few minutes to make another copy when we land, sir. I'm sure Mr. Goldfrey will understand, now we really need to-"

"Understand?" Harry scoffed bitterly. He gave her a pointed look, his gaze cold and stony and urging her teeth to graze the inside of her cheek. "You do realize this is one of the most established entrepreneurs in California that we are meeting with, yes? If I fuck this up- if you fuck this up, Ava..."

The gravel of his voice was sharp like glass. She swallowed. "I understand very well, Mr. Styles," Ava gave him a nod. "You know I am just trying to help in the best way that I can."

"Well, try harder."

His harsh words failed to have the same effect on her as they once did. Harry was hardly the kind of person who used compliments and respect to earn his way through life; he had been raised- bred- to prefer intimidation and coldness, a combination that Ava figured was what had made him so successful in following his father's footsteps. It didn't make him much of a joy to work for, though, and if she wasn't so desperate for the money and in a comfortable position where she knew that he would never fire her, then she probably would have quit after the first few months. It really wasn't so bad now that she had learned his habits and signs- she knew not to raise her voice, or to express her irritation. She had to simply be patient and calm and never once threaten or question him. If there was one thing she had learned in the past few years being his assistant, it was that Mr. Styles did not respond well to his ego being challenged.

That didn't mean it wasn't hard sometimes to bite her tongue, though.

It took only a few more minutes of convincing before her boss finally gave in, much to Ava's relief. They left the office building, which was situated in a towering skyscraper that stood out like a sore thumb in the heart of Manchester, and made their way down to where their driver was waiting for them. Harry was still visibly unnerved- he didn't say a word except to snap at the driver to be quick, and didn't bother to help Ava with the bags as she put them into the trunk.

She joined the brooding man inside the car with a roll of her eyes. Although she had never seen him quite this worried about meeting with a potential prospector, she had dealt with his rudeness and hostility on plenty of occasions.

"You should try to sleep on the flight," she suggested in a gentle voice. She glanced over at him as the car began its journey to the airport and her hands smoothed over her pleated skirt.

"I'm not tired."

"Yes, but it will be late in UK time when we get there. You don't want to be cranky when you have your meeting with-"

"Cranky?" He interrupted with a laugh. It was more sarcastic than amused. His fingers tapped against the surface of his thigh- a nervous habit that Ava was making note of. "I don't get cranky, Ava. You know that. I can go a full 24 hours without sleep if I must."

She wanted to remind him of the time he nearly fired one of his best salesmen over a cup of coffee after failing to sleep one night, but decided against it.

"Okay," she said simply, looking out the car window.

No more words were spoken during the ride, a sharp silence filling the air between them. Ava wished it could have lasted longer, because the moment the car pulled up to the terminal, her boss stepping out, she instantly began to hear him barking out orders to people. It was a reminder of why she tried her best to avoid going on business trips with him; they usually included dealing with a sleep-deprived, agitated Mr. Styles and having to apologize for every other word that he said. This time had been inescapable, sadly, because he had insisted that she join him in order to make sure the deal went smoothly.

"I'm sorry about him," Ava offered a soft smile to the poor boy who was helping them carry their bags. He didn't look much older than her, his face paled and twisted in nerves after being snapped at. "He's having a rough day."

The boy was going to say something, a thank you perhaps, but it was cut off by the growl from in front of them.

"Ava," Harry was a good ten meters ahead and his eyebrows were lowered as he glanced back at her, "Hurry up!"

She gave another sheepish glance to the boy, before sighing to herself and padding as quickly as she could through the airport to catch up with him. Harry didn't offer her another glance while they made their way to the sleek jet that awaited them. His strides were long and unforgiving of the heels she was wearing. As she looked up at his towering height, she could admit that he looked quite regal as he walked alongside her, the air around him demanding respect.

It was something he had inherited from his father, no doubt- a man who Ava had only met once or twice, but could see the resemblance firsthand. The strong jaw. Clean-cut cheekbones. Steady gaze. Even if she didn't work for him, she figured she would have naturally done whatever he asked simply because he didn't look like someone you'd want to say no to.

The inside of the plane had only a few tan leather seats that could recline all the way back, only to be sat in by them. Ava was slightly surprised when Harry turned to her, reaching for their luggage that she had carried up the fleet of stairs.

"Give them to me," he said, eyebrows raised. She handed them to him with a puff of air blowing last her lips- she almost thanked him for the somewhat kind gesture, but then realized that he only did it because he knew that she wouldn't be able to lift them up into the overhead bin.

"Did you make sure to confirm our reservations at the hotel?" Harry asked once they sunk into their seats. He closed and opened his hands, staring at them, and then took off one his silver rings only to slide it back on.

"Yes, of course. I did it this morning."

"Good."

"There's no need to be... worried, sir," Ava told him earnestly, doing her best to choose the right words. The plane began to take off so she clasped her seatbelt over her lap.

Her boss shook his head, forcing a flat chuckle as he leaned his arm against the armrest between them. "M'not fucking worried. I'm fine." His voice came out thick and confident but she noticed that the words seem to sit on his lips unnaturally. He was trying hard to keep the placid expression on his face, to show her and himself and everyone that he was Harry Styles and he didn't get worried. Ever. It was frustrating to her how he always tried to prove that, never allowing even her to see beyond his hard exterior.

She sighed. She glanced at the window to see the city below them like it was made for ants.

"I don't think you're fine," Ava said, looking back at him. "You've been anxious all day about the meeting and I know that it's a big deal, but you're going to win them. You always do."

"I do, don't I?" he grinned. His ego spoke for him before he relaxed into his seat and massaged his temples with his fingertips.

"This is... This is the most important meeting of my career," he mumbled gruffly. It was as though he was sharing the smallest hint of vulnerability with her and it physically pained him. His jaw tightened. "My father will never let it go if I don't get this."

He was speaking more to himself than to her, but she still nodded her head in understanding. The mention of his father seemed to make her sympathetic- if Harry was so arrogant and cold, then she could only imagine what his father was like.

"Maybe you should try to relax," Ava suggested lightly. "Watch a movie or something."

"I hate movies. Too long and pointless."

"How can you hate-" She paused, sighing as she stopped herself. It's best not to question him. She bit her red-painted lip in thought before continuing. "Well, what do you normally do to relax then?"

"Sex," he said automatically. The nonchalance of his one syllable response invited a blush to sweep over her collarbones, polluting her cheeks.

She could have guessed that that was his coping mechanism. Ava had witnessed it for herself a few times, more than she wanted to. It wasn't rare that she would knock on the door to his office only for a grunted go away to be called out on the other side. She had heard the slapping of skin against skin and the high pitched moans that rang out, whiny and breathless and temporary. It was never the same woman that would leave his office afterward, her hair tousled and a smug, satisfied smile on her swollen lips. It was never the same woman because Mr. Styles didn't have the energy to deal with them for more than one time, and that was something that Ava thought about sometimes at night, fleetingly. If he would ever want someone more than once.

"Oh," she swallowed and feigned indifference with a quiet laugh. "Well, I don't think you can have that anytime soon, Mr. Styles. Unless you... Unless you go to the bathroom and.."

"Are you suggesting I go wank in the plane's bathroom to relieve my stress?" he asked flatly, glancing over at her for the first time since they sat down. After thinking about him, her boss, having sex with various women, Ava felt differently under his gaze. Like a spotlight had been shined on her.

"Well, if that would help," she said, voice wavering.

"I'm offended you peg me as that type, Ava." The faintest smirk played on his lips, before he turned his head to glance back over his shoulder at the cock pit. "I think I caught a glimpse of the flight attendant when we boarded. She was... perky. Perhaps I should call for her. What do you think?"

Emerald eyes flickered back to her dark ones and Ava couldn't stop herself from frowning. "I think... You can do whatever you want, Mr. Styles."

"You're right, I can."

His smirk turned into a purse of his lips as he leaned back in his seat, signalling what Ava thought to be the end of their conversation. She couldn't say that she was glad about it- her skin was flaring and her mouth was dry and she sort of wanted to ask him if he really did plan on fucking the flight attendant, because they both knew he could if he wanted to.

But she didn't want him to.

There were a few beats of silence before a hand, dainty and gentle, found its way to his thigh, resting over the fabric of his black slacks. Harry's eyes instantly shot towards it, a confused divot pinching between his brows.

"What are you doing?" he demanded. He looked at his assistant, at her round eyes and hesitant tongue that swept over her lips before she parted them to speak.

"It's my job to help you," she vaguely murmured.

"Yes," her boss swallowed and the notch in his throat bobbed, a sight that made her heart thump against her ribs. "It is."

"I can help you relax, sir. If you would like me to," Ava proposed in a lower voice that brought a thickness to the air between them.

A quirk of his eyebrow was all she got as an answer. It was an invitation, a smug one, and it would have annoyed her if it weren't for the fact that he looked sexy right then, with his eyes darkening at her and his chest slightly exposed beneath his unbuttoned shirt. She kept his gaze hostage as she unbuckled, carefully keeping her hand on his thigh and sinking to the floor. She settled herself between his knees without even a thought, as though this was just another task she had to carry out for him, and in her mind it was. Her hand squeezed his thigh before inching closer to the apex of his lean legs.

"Let me help you, Mr. Styles," Ava coaxed in a voice that made his shoulders visibly loosen. "Let me make you feel good."

He smirked at her. Grabbing her hair in his hand, keeping it pulled back, he hummed, "I've thought about this before, Ava. You on your knees for me. I have to admit, it's an even prettier view than I imagined."

And it really was. He looked down at her, perched on the floor of the airplane with her red lips looking plump and bitable, her lashes batting at him. A few strands of her dark hair escaped from his grip and framed her soft face, highlighting the peaks of her cheekbones and slim jaw. The sight looked straight out of an explicit film and the fact that her hand was now cupping him over his slacks didn't help to stop his bulge from stiffening.

"Now you don't have to imagine," her voice was sultry and warm to his ears. She let out a breath, hoping that she would be good enough to actually help his mood, before dragging the zipper of his pants down the jagged teeth at a slow pace, teasing. He watched her meticulously, keeping his free hand in a fist on the armrest, and nearly groaned when she reached into his black briefs.

"Oh... fuck," he hissed when he felt her cold fingers wrap around the thick girth of him. Ava had suspected he was big but the growing weight of him in her palm was still intimidating, the skin feeling hot and heavy. She pulled his cock all the way out from his briefs and observed it for a moment, at the veins that ran along the belly of it and the coarse hairs that peppered its base. She swore she had never thought about this before now, but more than anything in that moment she wanted to take him into her mouth and taste the blood rushing beneath her tongue.

So she did just that. It was gentle and slow at first. She stroked his cock in her hand a few times before closing her lips around the pink tip, giving gentle sucks and swirls of her tongue that rewarded her with a muffled moan. Harry was put into a silence- he glowered down at her with his lips parted, watching her mouth as it gradually took in more of him, her tastebuds dragging over his searing skin. The hand that wasn't still gripping his thigh moved to cup his testicles, rolling the smooth sack between her fingers, her mouth still working over him and her head bobbing slowly.

"Shit. You're good at this," he finally gritted out once Ava took in all of him down her throat, nose brushing into the hairs on his stomach, and her mouth able to hold him there for a few seconds before she had to pull back up. She let him slip from her wet, warm mouth. Her hand replaced it and stroked his saliva-coated cock as she blinked up at him, gulping for air.

"Feel better?" She breathed sweetly, a devilish glint in her eyes from the sight of his chest rising and falling and his cheeks subtly flushed. It was unreal, seeing her cold boss looking like he was actually beginning to crumble. With just some flicks of her tongue, she had pushed him close to the edge, a place where he was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him.

"Mhm," Harry nodded and tightened his hand in her hair. "Take me. Want your mouth again."

She complied. Her mouth sunk onto him again, with her hand still twisting and pumping the base of him, and she began to move at a faster pace. Bobbing her head up and down, taking his cock as far into the channel of her throat as she could without gagging. It was messy but controlled, each drag of her tongue around his erection causing his lips to curl into a satisfied growl. He dug his short nails into her scalp while holding her hair back, before hissing lowly and starting to thrust his hips upward, lifting them from the leather seat to force his cock further into her mouth.

"Fucking-" her boss swore above her, jaw clenched and a vein in his neck pulsing beneath the skin. "Fucking hell. Take it. Take all of it. Ava, fuck."

She did the best she could, simply because she wanted him to remember this, to think about how good she had been for him whenever he even thought about bringing another woman into his office. Ava wanted him to look at her and have his strong gaze waver as he thought about how her mouth had worked so well around him that he had to grip the armrest tightly until his knuckles turned bone white.

More than anything, she wanted to help him. She hoped that with each time his hips shot up, cock sliding all the way into her throat, that his stress and worry was seeping out of his pores like the sweat that was beginning to film on his forehead. She hoped that when her tongue quickly swirled over the slit in his tip, tasting the precum that oozed from it, that Mr. Styles was thinking about nothing else than her and her mouth and how pretty it was going to look filled with his load.

"I'm close," Harry informed her, voice thick. He began to slow his hips down, his energy spent as he panted and groaned huskily above her, allowing Ava to grip his cock in her hand and have more control again. She pumped him slowly while lapping her tongue, changing speeds in order to intensify his nearing climax.

"You look so good like this," he grumbled, the blinking of his eyes slowing down so that they fluttered shut for a few seconds before lazily reopening. "So fucking pretty, hm? With those lips wrapped around my cock."

She fought a smile, before pulling her tongue away just far enough so she could whisper, "Cum for me, sir." Her full lips pressed a kiss to his engorged tip and the four words she had uttered seemed to be all he needed. He let out a gripping moan, jaw falling and eyebrows raising as he finished into her mouth, long ropes of his hot cum filling it.

His assistant continued to suck him off during his orgasm, her tongue flat as it pulled against the sensitive skin of his cock and her eyes peering up at him from where her head nestled between his legs. She couldn't help but wonder how many people got to see the Harry Styles look like this, with his green eyes consumed with pleasure and his cheeks slack as he breathed raggedly. It was a sight that she figured she would never be able to get over, and with that, Ava smiled to herself before letting his softening length fall from her mouth. She kissed the belly of it once and then pressed another lingering kiss to his inner thigh, her red lipstick marking the fine curls on his skin.

A mark that she hoped he would gaze at in the mirror that night and start aching for her just from the sight of it.

"I hope that helped, Mr. Styles," she whispered, standing to her feet once she pulled his pants back up and brushing her knees. He nodded lazily in response before reaching out, gripping her wrist and tugging her onto his lap, the suddenness making her squeak.

"Sir-"

"Mm, stay here," he mumbled out the order, hooking his arm under her thighs to keep her sitting comfortable on his lap. In a very un-Harry manner, he laid his head on her shoulder and let his hot breath fan over her neck. "I'm going to take a nap."

"I thought you weren't tired?" She laughed softly and brought her hand to his hair, stroking the thick curls off his sticky forehead.

"I am now," he chuckled. "You just fucking blew my brains out."

Ava could only smirk at this, watching as he buried his face into her skin and inhaled her perfume and let his eyes close. It was so unlike him that she wondered if he was always like this after cumming, because if he was, then she figured she would be getting her on her knees for him much more often from now on.

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