hiiii. i haven't written like this in over a year so please be nice to me and i'm sorry if it sucks 😭 i literally was inspired the other day because i was just watching the office and thinking about harry and this is what i came up with i guess

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"Morning, love," Harry greeted smoothly from the confinement of his cubicle, a smile slanted upon his lips. His legs were kicked up on the edge of his desk and he was twirling a pen between his long digits thoughtlessly, clearly not interested in the stack of papers piled by his computer.

Bella offered him nothing more than a glance from the side of her eyes. She didn't have the energy to even return a good morning to him today. She tucked her thick curls behind her ears as she pulled her chair out, sitting down with a deep sigh flooding through her nostrils. The stress was evident on her soft face; her full, round lips were twitching down at the corners and her brows were furrowed together so that the skin between them pinched into a crease. There weren't many days out of the few years she'd worked there that she appeared as unnerved as she did this morning. Bella was typically calm and collected, with her attitude as neat as the pleated fabric of her skirt; today, however, her stomach was churning and her anxiety was at an all time high.

Today was the day she was going to finally speak with her boss about a promotion.

She had been working there long enough for one, and hell if she didn't put in more effort than every other employee. Bella was always the one to finish her work first, getting through folders of data in a few hours while it took others the entire work day. She was aware of the pointed looks and irritated whispers that got thrown her way quite often- people thought she was a bit of a show off, but Bella would take being labeled as a show off if it meant that her boss would notice her hard work. And she hoped, with every fiber in her being, that he had noticed.

"No hello, huh?" Harry frowned and gave a shake of his head. "What's into you this morning? Look like you're about to upchuck your breakfast."

"I might," Bella breathed, running her palms over her thighs. "I'm going to ask Cobb for a promotion."

Harry's eyebrows rose drastically. He could tell from his coworker's body language when she had sat down that she was uneasy and now he understood why.

"Promotion? What- why?" He cocked his head curiously.

"Because I've been working here for over two years and I want to advance my contribution and do something more than just sorting data," she explained with a lick of her lips.

"But who would want to do more than that? It doesn't get much better than sorting people's finances," Harry said dryly in hopes of getting her plump lips to curl into a smile. They didn't, though, and he mentally scolded himself for the pathetic attempt at a joke.

"Well, anyway," Harry pinched the collar of his shirt and shrugged, "Good luck with that, then. You definitely deserve it more than any of the blokes that work here," he chuckled and stopped himself from adding 'myself included' because she was probably already aware of that.

It wasn't that Harry wasn't skilled at financing- in fact, he had always been quite advanced in mathematics at school- it was simply that he really couldn't be bothered to care. This wasn't the kind of place where he saw himself working at in the future, his interests leaning more towards music and songwriting than helping people with their money, so for now he had this job solely to make ends meet.

"Thanks," Bella grumbled. She finally turned to him in her swivel chair in order to offer a small smile. She couldn't help but find his words of encouragement sweet. Harry beamed back at her.

"No problem, love," he paused for a few beats of silence before clearing his throat, "So... uh, there was something I was wanting to ask you, Bella." His fingers stopped their dance with his ballpoint pen and he set it on his desk before dropping his legs down, his back straightening. Green eyes shifted around as he recalled the words he'd ran through his head a few times while in the shower that morning.

"Go ahead," Bella stated slowly despite the fall of her face. Harry frowned at this, having seen this expression of hers one too many times, but he pushed away his doubts and continued to lay forth his proposal.

"Well, er, alright then." His hand swept through his disheveled hair. "I hope this doesn't sound stupid or anything, but there's this concert over the weekend. Classical music and all, not really my thing, but I know you're into it so I was thinking we could-"

"Harry," Bella sighed as her suspicions were confirmed. She didn't want to deal with this, not today. "You've already asked me out before and my answer remains the same."

"But-"

"No, Harry."

"Why not, though? You'd love it," he pressed.

"Because," she turned from him and pretended to look at something on her computer. "We work together."

"What does that have to do with anything?" he huffed. "It's about attraction, love, not our occupations."

"Who said I was attracted to you?" she returned loosely, glancing back at him. She watched his lanky frame fall back against his chair in rejection. Harry was definitely attractive, from the toned muscles of his stomach that Bella had noticed flexing beneath his shirt once or twice against her will, to the cut of his jaw and cheekbones that appeared to have been chiseled down with a diamond. He always wore his white button-up with the first few buttons undone, exposing the bits of ink that were painted beneath his collarbones and drawing the attention of nearly every female in the office. But Bella was there to work, not get distracted by ogling her coworker, especially not when she was trying to get her promotion.

"Look, Harry," she let out a breath, hoping to let him down easily. She wished he wouldn't have brought this up. "It's unprofessional, alright? That's all."

"I don't understand what's unprofessional about it. We're both adults here-"

"It just is," Bella gritted, silencing him. Maybe it was because of her nerves that her voice came out with an edge to it, but she didn't have the mind to feel guilty about it as she rubbed her forehead and then reached for her folder of papers that she had prepared. "I'm sorry, I don't have time for this. I have to go talk to Cobb." She swallowed and forced her eyes not to drift to the pouting boy in the cubicle beside hers as she stood up.

"A'right then," Harry sighed. He watched her pad away from him and towards their boss's office before grabbing his pen to play with it between his fingers again.

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Bella couldn't remember the last time she had really wanted to cry, but as she stood in front of her boss's desk with her hopeful smile slowly falling, she found herself really, really wanting to cry.

"I appreciate your efforts, Bella, but I think your skills are already being put to great use where you are."

The words replayed in her ears over and over as she nodded her head, gulping down her nerves as they were quickly replaced with anger and disappointment and that burning feeling in the pit of your stomach when you can physically feel something you've wanted slip through your fingers. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands, leaving behind red half moons in their wake, and her eyes had to blink quickly a few times so she didn't look like a pathetic child in front of him. Her heart sank to the soles of her high heels as her boss stared at her blankly from behind his stupid mahogany desk.

"Well," he cleared his throat. "Off to work then."

Her lips pursed.

"Sir," she couldn't stop herself, "Are you sure that you can't think it over or something? I mean I feel confident that I meet all the qualifications-"

"Yes, I'm sure." Her lips clamped shut. She probably looked and sounded pathetic, practically begging him, but she just couldn't wrap her head around it. She had worked so hard for this. "Thanks for stopping by, but I think you should be on your way now."

Bella was proud that she managed to fight back the tears long enough for him not to see them; she gave a short nod of her head, mumbled a "thank you", and then padded out of his office with her high heels clicking against the polished wood. Dickhead. She never thought badly about him like that until now, her frustration boiling over and making her forget all of her restraints while she shut the door behind her and finally let the angry tears blur her vision.

Apparently her hard work had been in vain. She wanted to laugh bitterly at herself for getting her hopes up, but instead she ambled her way back to her desk, holding her head up as high as she could even though all she wanted to do was grab the nearest computer and smash it against the carpeted floor.

When she got to her desk, the sound of her quiet sniffling made her mop-haired coworker lift his head from his computer screen.

"Oh hey," Harry blinked. He watched her vigorously collect some papers and refuse to look at him. "How did it go?"

"Fine," she grumbled. "I've got to go make some copies. Do you need any?"

"Um, no. What the hell do you have to make copies of?" he asked in confusion but didn't receive an answer before the brunette stormed off towards the copying room.

The answer, though, would have been that Bella didn't need to make copies of anything. In fact, she hadn't even paid attention to what papers she had picked up from her desk. She just wanted to get away for a moment, so she did just that, slamming the door to the copy room shut behind her and leaning against it with her shoulders falling forward. Her nostrils flared as she let out a deep breath and wiped her hand across her eyes, ridding them of their moisture. She wasn't going to cry over this, she told herself, shaking her head and scrunching up her nose.

Just as the redness from her eyes disappeared, the door opened behind her and Bella jumped slightly, stepping away from it. Harry poked his head inside before stepping into the cramped room and closing it behind him.

"S'just me," he studied her flustered face. "Sorry to startle you."

"It's okay," Bella looked down at the papers clutched to her chest.

"You don't really need to make copies, huh?" her handsome coworker guessed as he pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. He took her silence as confirmation. "M'sorry, Bella. You really deserved it," he frowned sincerely and reached his hand out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. The pad of his thumb brushed against her temple by accident and Bella sucked in a breath.

"It's okay," she repeated lamely, shrugging her shoulders.

"No it's not. You really fucking deserved it. Cobb is a greedy twat." Harry shook his head, as if absorbing the frustration he could practically feel rolling out from her pores.

Bella couldn't stop herself as she snorted, "Yeah, he is, isn't he? I just-" She didn't know why, maybe it was because of how upset she was or maybe it was because of how sincere the pair of green eyes that were staring at her were, but she felt herself let go of her resolve as she continued. "I just don't understand, you know? I don't know what the hell I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong-"

"Like there's no reason that I shouldn't have got it!" she groaned and huffed out a breath. "You know, I've been here longer than you and I always do everything he ever asks me and-"

"I know-"

"And he's such a bleeding dick! You want to know what he said to me after? He said 'off to work then'," she mimicked in a deep voice while narrowing her eyebrows. "I wanted to break everything in that damn office when he said that, I swear."

"I believe you," Harry breathed, watching her open up to him in the tiny space of the copying room. It was so cramped in there and the air was thick between them and hot and Bella had never felt more of a weight off her shoulders. She never let herself get like this- frustrated and so careless of the words that tumbled from her lips on their own accord. Bella was the girl who did her work and ignored her flirting coworker and made sure every wrinkle in her skirt was smoothed to perfection; it felt good to forget about all of that for once and let her emotions take over.

"God, it's not fair," her soft voice contrasted with the rage that laced it. "I've never been this- this upset before. I just," she swallowed thickly, "I just want to..."

"Want to what?" Harry murmured, peering down at her with a thoughtful expression on his face. What did she want to do? She was struggling to distinguish what the answer to that was herself as her eyes darted to his lips. Break the copy machine! a part of her conscience chanted. Tell Cobb you quit! Get a better job somewhere else- of course someone will want you!

She didn't do any of those things, however; instead, Bella listened to the impulse that crackled beneath her skin and pressed her lips carelessly- no, hungrily- to the pair of chapped ones before her. Harry's eyes flew open, the suddenness of her warm mouth making contact with his catching him off guard. What was she doing? He didn't have the right mind to ask her when her tongue nudged between his lips and brushed against his awaiting one, inviting a primal groan to rumble in his throat. Her hand reached for his collar and gripped the fabric tightly to pull him closer, urging a warmth that wasn't induced by the cramped room to spread between their bodies.

Both of them wore round eyes and swollen, red lips by the time they pulled apart. Bella gulped in a breath, her cheeks flushed pink. Harry gazed at her with darkened irises and a deep furrow of his brows. He appeared flustered yet determined- how long had he wanted to see if his coworker's lips tasted as sweet as they looked?

That was when he dipped his head back down and caught her in another kiss, not being able to stop himself from wanting another taste of her. This one was far more explicit than the first. His lips instantly pried her mouth apart with a vigor that had Bella whimpering against him. Harry dug his palms into her hipbones to guide her back against the copy machine while Bella threaded her hand through his tufts of hair, fisting the thick curls and eliciting a husky moan to fill her mouth.

There was anger fueling her but also an underlying want for him that she had worked very diligently to ignore. Maybe she had wanted him since that first day he had showed up in the cubicle next to hers. Or maybe it had been since that first time he had asked her to go out with him to a new restaurant that had opened up down the block- his nervous smile and constant running of his hand through his hair had made her falter for a moment. Harry was sweet, and he cared, didn't he? He was there in the copy room with her and he had listened to her ranting about their boss and now his lips were moving over hers and- they felt so good.

"I've thought about this," Harry panted into her ear when they broke away for another breath. "For months, love."

The rasp in his voice scratched her ears in the most numbing way possible- she couldn't think properly. Suddenly all she wanted was him. The rejection from her boss was gradually fading to the back of her mind and Bella's hands began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt without wasting another second. Harry swore under his breath, the air meeting his flushed and bare chest as the shirt was slipped off his shoulders and dropped to the floor of the copying room.

"Wait," he inched his head back when she attempted to kiss him again, her palms flat against his chest. "Are you... are you sure? What happened to being professional?"

Bella nearly whined as he repeated her previous excuse to her. She didn't want to hear it now that the lace of her panties were damp. "I don't care. Not right now, just- please!"

"A'right, Christ."

He gave her another firm but short-lived kiss to her mouth before turning to the door, locking it. She was glad he had thought to because the last thing they needed was someone walking in (even though maybe a small part of her wanted their boss to be the one to find them). Upon facing Bella again, he attached his lips to her neck this time rather than her parted mouth; he suckled on the canvas of exposed skin like he was a hungry infant and the pulsing veins beneath his tongue were the only sustenance that would do. It was messy and wet and his tongue was warm but left behind a trail of moisture on her skin that cooled against her once the air met it. Bella's mouth fell open in silence as she twisted her fingers in his hair and let her head lull back, giving him more of her neck to suck on.

The fact that they were in the small space of the damn copying room didn't seem to deter them; in fact, something about it was quite hot. Bella could feel the pressure between her thighs build tenfold as Harry dragged his palms over her blindly- her hips, her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach- and heard him mumble some explicative against her neck each time his hands gave a squeeze to something new. This was the first chance he was getting to explore her but unfortunately there wasn't much time for that; the strain of his balls in his work slacks and the fact that someone could knock at the door any minutes stopped his hands from lingering too long.

"You wet for me?" Harry lifted his head and stared at her through hooded lids. He didn't give her the chance to answer as his hand slipped beneath her skirt and cupped her wetness.

"God, you're soaked," he groaned. Bella would have hid behind her hair in embarrassment if it weren't for his thumb pressing against her sensitive bud of nerves through the lace of her underwear. A whimper escaped her lips, betraying her as her head fell to his shoulder. She felt waves of pleasure crash through her veins; knots tied themselves in her stomach with each stroke of his thumb. She was still fully dressed and yet already she could sense herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

"How's that feel?" Harry increased the pace of his thumb swirling over her and pressed a bit harder, earning him a sharp gasp from the girl leaning into him. Her knees nearly buckled from the overwhelming sensitivity of her center, but a strong arm wrapped around her waist and kept her sturdily upright.

"Good," Bella buried her face into his neck and moaned.

"Sh, love, can't be loud." He gently reminded her without slowing down the movement of his hand, feeling the evidence of her pleasure seep through the thin fabric he was touching her through. He felt her heaving chest suddenly go still a few seconds later, her vision dotted with stars and the quiver of her thighs intensifying. She came through her panties and the mere thought of it, let alone having to witness it, made Harry's cock painfully hard and straining against the zipper to his pants.

"Wow," he swore under his breath then groaned, "Fuck, c'mere." He was quick to lift her onto the copying machine, but careful not to let all of her weight on it as he wrapped her legs around his torso and held her against him. Harry unbuttoned her blouse with nimble fingers, pushed it off her shoulders, then slid her skirt down her legs.

"Harry," Bella whimpered. She had never felt so exposed. Her hands went to his belt and slid it through the loops so she could undo his pants. "Please."

"Please what?" Harry breathed and drank in the sight of her nearly bare body propped on top of the very copy machine where he would come to make copies of peoples' earnings and spendings and other boring fucking numbers. Fucking her on top of the thing would be putting it to much better use, he thought. 

"Please fuck me," Bella whispered, the words tasting foreign. Harry didn't have to be told twice; he unsnapped her bra and then hooked his fingers in her panties, tugging them down with urgency. His hand reached into his briefs far enough to pull out his firm, aching length, the head of it glistening with a bead of cum that had managed to seep out. In one swift movement, he shifted his hips forward and filled her to the brim.

A muffled sound half between a moan and a gasp left Bella's mouth. Harry was buried deep inside her, her walls pulsing around him, and despite the desperation to start moving, he gave her a moment to adjust to the thick girth of him.

"Oh my," she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and gripped his forearm. There was a burn in her core and a sharp pinch in her stomach; she couldn't even remember how long it had been since the last time she'd had sex with her ex, but it was certainly long enough for there to be a slight discomfort. It didn't last long, though, and before she knew it the feeling subsided and euphoria replaced it, her heels digging into the end of Harry's spine so she could have more of him.

"You good?"

She gave a shaky nod. "P-please. Move!" she demanded through a breathy whine.

Harry complied, fingertips pressing into the flesh of her thighs as he gradually began to drive his cock in and out of her. It was slow at first, but the speed of his rocking hips increased exponentially, along with the sound of their skin smacking together and the scent of their joined bodies filling the room. His swollen balls swayed against her inner thigh from his movements; her hand clamped over her mouth to keep herself quiet; a few beads of sweat accumulated at the base of Harry's neck and under the fingertips that were buried in his hair. His eyes threatened to roll back from the way she tightened around him with each thrust, and if it weren't for the levy of his arms beneath her legs, the copy machine would have been thudding against the wall from the force of their hurried movements.

I can't believe you're letting him fuck you while at work! her conscience screamed at her but the warning was drowned out by the sound of her jagged breathing. She really didn't know how she had ended up like this, with her coworker's thick cock pounding into her, but the sweet stretch of him was too consuming for her to think about anything else.

"This isn't very professional of us," Harry breathed out a laugh that was quickly cut off by a low moan. "Fuck- you're so tight." He slid his cock out of her nearly the all the way so the ridge of his head caught at her entrance. Before slipping back in, he paused for a moment so he could press his thumb back against her swollen clit. Harry could feel himself already close, but he wanted to get her there again too- he wanted, more than anything, to show her that he could make her feel good like this anytime she wanted.

"Gonna cum for me again," he hissed, stroking her clit meticulously as he started to move again. Shivers wracked up Bella's spine.

"Mhm," she screwed her eyes shut. "Yes. I'm close, Harry, so..."

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

She did as he said, her eyes fluttering back open to look at him. She shifted her torso so she could wind her arms around his neck, clinging to his body and feeling the ticking of his vein beneath her hand while he struggled to hold back his climax. It was a few seconds later that Harry groaned, his plump lips parting as he quickly pulled out from her and released a few hot spurts of his seed onto her bare thigh. Bella watched with round eyes; the sight of the white liquid dropping down her leg seemed to remind her of just how dirty the whole thing was, and how they could both most definitely get fired for it.

"I want you to cum," a husky voice stole her away from her thoughts. Harry was still breathing heavy from his climax but he was determined to watch her face contort in euphoria once more. He brought his thumb to his lips and sucked on it for lubrication before returning it to her clit. He rubbed it quickly and applied more pressure than before. Bella felt the muscles in her legs tighten, her toes curling as the pleasure prickled every nerve in her body. She gasped. Harry smiled lazily when her eyes closed and she came for the second time.

"Good girl," he leaned forward to peck her lips and all she could do was hum in response.

"That was..." she was at a loss for words, her throat dry as she opened her eyes again.

"Better than some promotion, huh?" Harry smirked and helped her carefully down from the copy machine. Bella felt a blush warm her cheeks and she was reminded of why they had both been in the copy room to begin with.

"I don't know about that," she mumbled through her wavering lungs but even Harry noticed the hint of a smile that twitched at her red lips. He fought a grin before bending down to pull up his briefs over his softening length. Then he reached for her clothes so she could tug them on and hopefully appear like she hadn't just been fucked on top of the copy machine, but just as Bella reached to take them from him, Harry held the clothes up over his head.

His eyebrow arched. "So... about that concert this weekend."

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if you want you can leave a request or just any little idea you have! i'm not sure exactly what i'm going to do with this tbh, i just want to be able to write little bits and ideas that i have of harry in my head. also i really do want to write another full fic but i need to get the juices flowing again and this will be a great way to do that. thanks for reading and hope you have a good night/day 💕