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Kinktober Day 30

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

“You look beautiful.”

“You can cut that out.”

“Cut what out?”

“This. This,” You waggled your finger at him, “Flirty, handsome, charming…schtick.”

Harvey’s brows rose, smile widening as you raised your champagne flute to your lips. The cocktail party was fairly well-attended. You hadn’t been to anything so fancy since…Well, you’d never been to anything this fancy.

“You agreed to come with me,” Harvey pointed out. “So I thought you liked the flirty, handsome, charming schtick. Which, for the record, is not a schtick.”

“I agreed to come as a favor to Mike.”

“A favor.”

“Yes.”

“You owed him one?” “No. Now he owes me one.”

Harvey’s brow furrowed, resting his elbow against one of the high tables and leaning against it.

“Why’d you agree to come if you didn’t owe him?” He asked. You considered, looking down into your glass.

When Mike had called just a few hours ago, a plea in his voice as he plied, Look, I know you don’t like the guy much, but he’s—.You just don't know him well...C’mon, do me a solid. I’ll owe you forever. You might even have fun. There’s an open bar, and you can get all dressed up. You told me you need a good night out, right?, you hadn’t given it a second thought.

“Because you’re important to Mike, and Mike’s important to me,” You admitted, meeting Harvey’s eye. He was quiet for a moment, which made you prickle with nerves. You weren’t use to Harvey being quiet. It was almost as bad as Harvey talking.

“...Do you love him?” Harvey asked after a moment.

“Like a brother.”

Harvey huffed a soft laugh before he nodded to your glass.

“Drink up. Let’s go.”

“What?” You frowned, shaking your head.

“We’re gonna get out of here and get some real dinner.”

“I agreed to the cocktail party, Specter.”

“I’m paying.”

“...You better be,” You mumbled, raising your glass to your lips and draining it.

You were having fun. That was weird, and a little horrifying. Harvey Specter was the most irritating man in the world, so why were you…Smiling? And laughing? You hated this guy—This guy was incredibly hateable. He was insanely annoying, disgustingly smug, and stupidly hot, goddamnit. You hated this guy! You were supposed to hate this guy.

Harvey had taken you to a small restaurant on the Upper East Side. There were ten tables total, and all of them were filled. You knew the place was expensive—the menu didn’t even have prices on it. The tables were fairly small, and the lighting was dim. Harvey was even more attractive by candlelight.

It just wasn’t fair.

“So,” Harvey folded his arms against the table as a waiter took away your emptied dinner plates, “Still against my…What was it….Gorgeous, amazing, clever, fascinating, brilliant, charming…schtick thing?”

“Okay, only one of those adjectives was one that I used, and it was charming.”

“I paraphrased.”

“You deliberately twisted and embellished my words.”

“I did not.”

“I don't believe you for a second.”

“You’re hurting my feelings.”

“Awwww, poow wittle Hawvey.”

“Keep it up and we’re splitting the check.”

You chuckled softly, leaning back in your seat and taking up your glass of wine.

“Still against it?” He pressed again. You sighed softly, averting your eyes.

“Look, the few times we’ve met, you just seemed too…Slick.”

“Slick.”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever considered that might just be how I am?”

“It’s not,” You insisted, shaking your head. “I mean…That’s Lawyer Harvey. That’s not the Harvey I’ve been talking to for the last couple of hours.”

“It’s not?”

“No. Lawyer Harvey is, like…Teflon. Things just slide off of him. That’s not you, that’s not what I’m seeing now. Unless this is the act,” You offered, waggling your finger at him. “And frankly…I don’t know which would be worse.”

Harvey watched you for a few long, curious moments, blinking and nodding slowly before he lowered his gaze to the tablecloth. Suddenly, you felt silly, spilling your thoughts to him like that.

“You’re not who I thought you were, either,” Harvey offered after a moment. Your brow furrowed at the insistence.

“Who did you think I was?” You shook your head.

“A frigid little princess.”

You scoffed out a stunned laugh at the admission.

“You did not—!”

“I did,” He nodded, “You were so quiet when we met, I figured you were just…”

“Frigid?”

“Aloof, yeah.”

“I’m shy, you asshole!” You laughed. Harvey grinned, laughing, too. You shook your head, taking a sip before setting your glass of wine back on the table.

“Still feeling shy?” Harvey teased.

“I’m starting to,” You mumbled, scrubbing your hand over your rapidly-heating face. When you glanced up again, you found Harvey watching you closely.

“What do you say we skip dessert here, go grab a drink somewhere else?” He asked.

“Are you trying to wine and dine me, Mr. Specter?”

“Already got the dine part in.”

“And some of the wine part, if we’re being fair. Where were you thinking?”

“Well, I chose this place, why don’t you choose where we go next?”

“Ah…I don’t know, I don't think you’d like the places I go.”

“I bet I’d love them.”

It was a soft murmur, leveled at you with a warm gaze. It made your stomach flip and twist with surprise. This was bad. This was getting worse. You were supposed to hate this guy. This was bad. This was very bad.

This was very, very bad. You shouldn’t have suggested this place. It was one of your favorite bars—a nautically themed boozy dive in SoHo. The place was hopping, which was no great surprise on a Friday night. You got the last available stool at the bar, so Harvey was standing behind you. But it being so busy meant that you and Harvey were pressed insanely close together. He had to lean over your shoulder, bracketing your body with his hands against the bar as he yelled a drink order at the bartender over the thud of music and the din of conversation. Once he’d ordered, you expected him to lean away from you—but Harvey stayed pressed up close.

“Come here often?” He asked into your ear. You chuckled softly, nudging his side lightly before you leaned back against him. You turned your head back toward him, fingers flexing in the bar as his lips brush your cheek.

“Don’t be a dick, I like this place,” You argued.

“I’m not being a dick!”

“No?”

“I like it, too.” Harvey shifted from foot to foot, hands sliding along the bar, tightening around your middle marginally. Your face flushes with the murmur, the tease around his tone, and the brush of his lips and breath against your cheek.

“You sure you’re not just being nice?”

Harvey chuckled, hands lowering from the bar to rest on your thighs.

“Sweetheart, I’m never nice.”

Your hands tightened on the bar, squeezing to fight off a shiver that he’d surely feel. The two of you turned your attention to the bartender as he set your drinks down. You batted Harvey’s arm in protest as he reached into his pocket.

“I’ve got it,” You insisted, sliding your hand into your clutch.

“No, c’mon—”

“Don’t c’mon me. You got dinner, I’m getting this. It’s like, less than a fraction of what you paid, I’m sure,” You insisted as you passed your card over the bar. Harvey pressed against your back to reach his drink, murmuring a thank you against the shell of his ear, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. You did shiver a little then, unable to help it.

Harvey Specter was definitely a bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing—and you couldn't even bring yourself to be mad at it. You took up your drink, clicking it lightly against his before you leaned back against him a touch. He hummed at the movement, sliding his arm from your thigh to curl around your middle, keeping you close. He thumbed the fabric of your dress, shifting from foot to foot again, rocking you slightly as he moved.

“Is it good?” You asked, turning your head to catch sight of him.

“It is. Would you like a taste?”

“Sure.”

You set your glass down, and are prepared to take his. But Harvey leaned in, lips brushing against yours. You stilled, heart leaping into your throat.

This was a very, very, very bad idea. You were supposed to hate this guy.

You tipped your chin up toward his, chest tightening with nerves. Some part of you, a part that seemed to have not fully registered the last few hours left with this guy, was worried that Harvey was going to pull away and start laughing, teasing you for falling for it.

That part of you went completely quiet as Harvey took gentle hold of your jaw. He slipped his tongue past your parted lips. Your eyes slid closed, tongue smoothing along his. You set your drink down carefully before you raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek. You could taste Harvey’s drink on his tongue—the mingle of bourbon, simple syrup, and mint. You drew back just a touch, looking up at him. There was something in the dark pools of his eyes, something warm and wanting that you’d seen just a flash of when he’d arrived to pick you up. Harvey leaned back a bit more, grasping the bottom of your stool and turning you to face him.

He hardly gave you a second to settle before he leaned in again, catching your lips with his. You slid your arms around his middle, struggling to spread your legs against the fabric of your dress, trying to make more room for him to press up against you. He broke your kiss with a frustrated grunt, looking around for a moment. Then he reached behind you, grabbing your clutch from the purse hook and taking your hand. You slid off of the stool with a surprised squeal, letting Harvey lead you deeper into the bar, through the throng of people.

You cast a nervous glance around as Harvey yanked the bathroom door open, tugging you inside. You were sure at least two people saw the two of you go in—I mean, they had to, didn't they? How could no one have noticed?

Still, your panic melted as Harvey tugged and locked the door behind the two of you. He flung your clutch toward the sink (something you were sure to take issue with later) before he took your face in his hands, drawing you into his chest. You groaned, hooking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. The kiss broke with a slick suck as Harvey dipped his head, pressing plush kisses along your neck. You shoved the suit jacket on his shoulders, pushing it off. He shook it away, letting it fall to the floor before his hands cupped your cheeks, his chin lifting to meet your lips in another kiss. He lowered his hand to paw at your breasts, grasping and squeezing them. You arched up into the touch, hands fumbling to open his belt. You reach down, palming his cock through his suit pants.

“Fuck,” He mumbled against your lips, swiping his thumb over the hardening peak of one of your nipples beneath the fabric of your dress.

“We should—I mean, quickly,” You insisted between kisses, “Bar this busy, someone’s gonna have to—Sooner or later.”

“Probably sooner,” Harvey agreed. You slid your foot out, drawing his jacket toward you before you lowered yourself to your knees. Harvey watched you with a hint of surprise as you unfastened his pants, drawing them down around his thighs. You grasped his hardening cock, stroking it before you leaned in, taking him into your mouth. Harvey groaned softly, resting his hand on the back of your head. You weren't surprised as he began to guide your movements. You went as he liked, humming softly as you swept your tongue along the head of his cock.

After a few moments, he used his hold on your head to lean you off, urging murmurs of, “Up. Get up, c’mon,” Falling from his lips. You did as he said, a little unsteady on your feet as Harvey guided you backward, nudging you into the sink. You drew in a shocked surprise as your ass slid down into the bowl, cushioned by your clutch. Harvey kissed you ravenously as his hands shoved up the fabric of the skirt of your dress. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, drawing them down and off until they were dangling off of one of your ankles.

You expected him to reach down, to guide himself in, but he dropped to his knees, hooking his arms around your waist and drawing you forward. Harvey lapped at you with a luxurious slowness, as if your ass wasn’t pushed into a dirty bar sink. Your head tipped back against the dirty, tagged and stickered mirror, eyes slipping shut and mouth falling open as he swirling his tongue in achingly slow circles around your clit. You slid a hand into his hair, guiding him as you liked, and grinning when he let out a hum of encouragement.

“Fuck, Harvey,” You whined, hips pressing down against the tantalizing sweep of his lips and tongue. You whined as he drew away, blinking up at him hazily as he straightened to stand over you. You hooked your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, peering down between the two of you as he grasped his cock. He teased it along the slick, aching seam of your pussy before he gently eased himself in. You drew a short hiss in through your teeth, your hips tipping down against him as you took him in fully.

“Fuck,” You mumbled again, eyelashes fluttering as you adjusted.

“Still hating my schtick?” Harvey murmured, curling over you, lips brushing yours.

“Still finding me frigid?” You batted back, fighting the urge to giggle.

“Not one bit, princess.”

Lust and irritation twined together at the pet name, stunned by the warmth he said it with. Harvey set his hands on the walls behind you, bracing himself as he began to grind his hips against yours. You whimpered, fighting to keep your eyes open, and your gaze intently on his. You raised your hands, setting them on either side of his neck.

“You feel so fucking good,” You breathed.

“You think this is good now,” Harvey grinned devilishly, “Wait til I get you in bed.”

You couldn’t stop your grin, fingers tightening as he picked his pace up. A moan slipped out of your throat as Harvey lowered a hand, swiping at your sensitive, throbbing clit.

“Fuck, fuck, Harvey—”

“Almost there?” He murmured.

“Ye–yes, Harvey, shit—”

“Good. Sooner we cum, sooner I can bring you home and lay you out properly.”

The insistence made that little coiling feeling in your belly tighten.

“Almost,” You warned, “Just—” You reached down, grasping his wrist and holding it steady as you fucked down against his fingers and cock. His eyes swept your face, jaw tightening as his thrusts became less and less controlled. You nodded hurriedly eyes sliding shut as Harvey bowed over you, whining as your orgasm swelled and crested. Your bodies ground and pressed tightly together as you each came sharply.

“...Okay,” Harvey mumbled into your neck. “Let’s grab my jacket and get out of here.”

“My card is still behind the bar.”

“We’ll get it tomorrow.”

“But they’ll charge me extraaaaaaa,” You whined. Harvey grunted.

“Drop in the bucket compared to what I paid for dinner.”

“Hey, you chose to take me there. You could’ve taken me to McDonald’s.”

“You would’ve told Mike. I never would’ve lived it down."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Harvey’s brows rose. You grinned, unable to help it.

“Yeaaaaah, I would’ve,” You agreed, giggling.

“Jacket,” Harvey insisted, “And then I’m taking you home. C’mon,” He drew away from you. “Sooner we go, the sooner you can enjoy my schtick some more.”

“And I am never going to live that down,” You grumbled, carefully climbing out of the sink. You reached back, wincing at the sight of your dampened clutch.

"I can't believe you threw it in the sink, Specter."

"I didn't hear you complaining when I did it."

"I was a little preoccupied."

"Oh yeah? With what?"

Looking up at Harvey, you found that knowing smirk on his lips—the same you'd seen earlier that evening. Now, it didn't make you prickle with annoyance. It made interest swirl in your belly. You reached up, gripping Harvey by his collar ad drawing him in for a kiss. He groaned, curling his arms around your middle and drawing you in. You grinned, leaning back to look at him after one more peck.

"With that."

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