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The Assistant - Part 10**

Part 10 for Thanksgiving!

WC: 8.1 k

Warnings: oral (m receiving) with suggestive visual aids (bj scene from MP)

In the years that he had been in America, Harry had never celebrated Thanksgiving. Sure he had received invitations from colleagues or artists he knew, but he had a standing appointment with Tom. However, now that he was dating Y/N he would need to cancel on Tom and spend the holiday with Y/N and her grandparents. He was assuming they would ask, it was just a couple days away.

“Hey, Mr. Styles?” He heard Y/N through the door.

“Come in!” He responded with a grin and soon she swung open the door and peered in, “Mr. Bluthe is here to see you.” She said and he furrowed his brows. The only Mr. Bluthe he knew of was the old man that owned his local pub back in London.

“Bluthe you say?” He asked standing up and she nodded and then shot him a wink and he immediately knew it was Tom up to some shenanigan.

“Yes. He’s out in the reception area by Judy.” She explained and Harry knew that Tom was about to attempt a jump scare when he rounded the corner. He knew his best friend’s antics too well.

“Very well.” He said and walked to his office door and before Y/N could walk off to settle into her seat he pulled her back until their faces were touching and he smiled down at her as she peered up at him with a small smile. “He’s hiding around the corner isn’t he?” Harry asked in a whisper.

“Yeah.” She sniggered and he quickly pecked her lips.

“By the way, I really like it when you call me Mr. Styles.” He grinned and she playfully rolled her eyes as his hands started migrating down to her bum.

“That is quite enough, sir. We’re in the office!” She giggled and he hummed. They still hadn’t told anyone at work about their relationship so they were still being careful.

“Sir? Mr. Styles?” He questioned with a grin, “You’re absolutely working me up.” He confessed and she hummed.

“Maybe we should take the scenic route home.” She suggested and he smirked.

“Oh, we’re definitely taking the scenic route home.” He hummed before pulling away and Harry picked up a magazine from the little reception area in their corner of the office and headed in the direction where Tom was hiding. He rolled it up and as soon as he reached the corner Tom jumped out with a shout and Harry landed a smack right to his groin with the magazine causing him to hunch over and groan as Harry laughed his ass off, “Serves you right, you wanker.” He mumbled as he helped him stand upright after Tom’s pain subsided and Harry’s laughter died down, “You’re not that clever, you know.” Harry sniggered and Tom shook his head.

“I trusted you.” Tom pointed to Y/N with a dramatic frown on his face and she shrugged.

“Sorry, Tom. My loyalties lie with the boss first.” She giggled and he shook his head dramatically.

“Traitor.” He mumbled and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes before settling herself into her seat.

“What’s the occasion for the visit?” Harry asked him.

“Not getting my bollocks busted, that’s for certain.” He returned with an unamused look and Harry grinned mischievously, his pretty, little dimple carved deep into his cheek and Tom shook his head with a chuckle. “I wanted to tell you that our tradition will be put on pause this year because Jenny’s managed to get me invited for Thanksgiving dinner.” He said with a smile and Harry hugged him tight.

“Oh, that’s great!” He said with excitement, “So happy that you get to go with her, mate.” He said as he reared back and Y/N was also smiling wide. This was definitely a milestone for them. Y/N still hadn’t asked Harry, it kept slipping her mind because they’d get distracted with other things.

“Yeah, want to leave a really good impression.” He said and Harry nodded in agreement, “Even going to take a fucking trifle.”

“Can you even make a trifle?” Harry teased and Tom scoffed.

“Pffft… no.” he said and Harry cackled, “Quit being an arse. I asked the ladies at the pub if one of them could cook one up for me and they agreed. Picking it up on Thursday so it’s nice and fresh.” He said and Harry nodded.

“Well I’m really glad that you get to go and have dinner with them. Lay on the charm thick, you hear?” Harry reminded and Tom nodded, “And don’t be too British with your sense of humor. The American’s don’t typically like that.” He said and Tom sighed. He was rather sarcastic and dry with his sense of humor and it often missed around the people here.

“Fuck, yes I know that.” He mumbled.

“And one last thing.” Harry said.

“What’s that?”

“Just be your friendly and sweet self and her dad’ll have to come around. You’ve got everyone in your pocket and you’ve got a lot to offer her. He just wants to know that you can take care of Jenny.” Harry reminded, “You’re a fucking ace. You know, I know it, and Jenny knows it.” Harry smiled and Y/N bit her lip to prevent herself from cooing.

“Thanks, mate.” He smiled up at Harry who then just gave him a big hug, “And what’re you going to be doing?”

“I presume I’ll be over at Y/N’s?” He said in more of a question and they both turned to her.

“Oh yes! I’ve been meaning to invite you but you’re very distracting.” She said and he grinned, “You’d like to come right?” She asked expectantly.

“Of course I’d like to come.” He grinned and shot her wink and Y/N rolled her eyes at him as he started to laughed.

“You’re sickening.” Tom muttered lowly, “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” He asked with a chuckle and Harry smirked. “Lease you can do is feign decency in front of your girl, mate.” Tom chastised him and Harry bit on his lip to suppress his grin.

“Well, while I have you here do you want to join us for lunch? We were just going to go down the street to the diner.” Harry offered.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s go then.” Tom smiled. Harry had a meeting shortly after they returned but Tom hung out with Y/N for a bit more until she got a wave of continuous calls and he decided to head out. Y/N only had to attend one meeting with Harry and once she was back from that she made sure to call her grandparents and let them know that she wouldn’t be home for dinner, it was a white lie when she told them that Harry’s meetings were running late, but they didn’t hassle her about it.

“Ah, it’s been a long day.” Harry sighed as he came back from his final meeting. It was about to be five and she nodded as she continued organizing to close out the day.

“Yeah, you got tons of calls.” She informed him, “There’s like 10 notes on your desk.” She offered him a sympathetic smile and she shook his head.

“It’ll be tomorrow’s problem. And at least tomorrow’s a half day!” He said and she smiled, “I’m just going to put these away and we can head home. Do you still want to come over mine for a bit?” He asked her and she nodded with a smile. “Good.”

Harry had been under a lot of stress lately. This was the first week that he had been finishing up early enough to driver her home in about a month. The fall was a very busy season, tons of new recordings and proposals were coming in for the Christmas season and this was also a year in which the board was evaluating the branches of the label and well that in and of itself was stressful, even if Harry knew that he was doing a solid job. He’d been having late nights and she could tell that despite the biggest rush slowing down he was still tired. Maybe they’d decided to ease up as it was Thanksgiving week, whatever the reason be, she was just glad that he wasn’t as on edge as he had been over the last month. Y/N grabbed her purse and made her way into Harry’s office quietly, he glanced up and smiled at her briefly before he continued organizing the papers laid out on his desk. She came in further and set her bag down on the coffee table he had in there before going up behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders which relaxed upon receiving her touch and she smiled as she kneaded at them gently and he groaned lowly.

“Feels nice.” He mumbled and she smiled.

“Good.” She responded.

“Been staring at papers all day my eyes burn.” He complained and she frowned.

“Want me to help you organize these so we can go? I can continue rubbing out your shoulders at home.” She suggested.

“Yes, please, baby.” He said and she smiled as she came around and stood beside him as he explained how it needed to be as he just pulled her onto his lap and she smiled as he planted kisses against her face as she did as he instructed her. But he was growing hard beneath her, she could feel it and he was needy, “Kiss me.” He said and she sighed.

“Baby, we’re still in the office.” She reminded, “Let’s just wait until we’re home.” She said and he smiled.

“I like it when you refer to my house as home.” He said and she felt her heart flutter in her chest, “I’m happy you feel at home in my space.” He hummed lowly and she grinned.

“I do feel at home in your space, but also just being around you in general feels like home.” She said craning her neck a bit to glance back at him.

“Y’say things like tha’and you don’t want to kiss me?” He grumbled and she giggled.

“I do want to kiss you. All the time! But we agreed not at work.” She reminded as she reached for the final stack of papers.

“But it’s after five.” He reminded and she giggled as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there making her giggle.

“That tickles.”

“Baby…” he whined and she smiled as she continued reading over the page in her hand.

“Yes?”

“Let me kiss you.” He whined again and she sighed.

“Fine. One kiss.” She said and he was quick to reach around her and take the papers from her hand and set them off to the side before he rolled his seat back a bit and pressed her to stand and she giggled, “What are you-” she was cut off by a small shriek as he spun her around and grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and set her on his desk with a soft thump and now they were face to face and he smiled as his nose playfully nudged at hers as he held her face between his hands.

“Want it to be a really good kiss.” He said softly and she smiled as he started to lean in. He grazed their lips teasingly a few times before he finally gave her a proper kiss, but naturally it transformed into a full on make out session. Soft groans and moans filled the space of his office as their tongues moved together expertly by now and his hands were at her hips now, holding her flush against the bulge in his slacks as he gently humped at her. She parted her mouth and then took his bottom lip between her own and sucked on it a bit, driving him absolutely feral. She then gently sunk her teeth in and he smiled as she did this.

“Oh my! I’m so sorry!” They suddenly heard and they both pulled apart when they realized they weren’t alone and his door creaked a bit indicating it had been pushed to close a bit.

“Judy?” Harry called out in confusion and she just stuck her hand in to confirm it was her. Y/N felt that her face was on fire and slid down from his desk.

“Yes, it’s me!” She responded and he chuckled.

“You can come in!” he called back, “Baby, get in front of me m’so fucking hard.” He said to her lowly and she nodded and placed herself so that the outline of his hard on wasn’t on full display. He just had to be wearing a blue suit today.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“I’m positive.” He chuckled and she stepped back in slowly and as she saw them she smiled as she looked over both of them.

“I can’t say that I haven’t been hoping for this since the day you met.” Judy confessed with a smirk and Harry’s face went all pink and Y/N giggled timidly.

“I promise that I just got a little carried away” Harry defended nervously, “We ummm- we haven’t…like…done that ever! Well, we have before, but not in the office! Ever!” He rambled and Y/N shook her head with secondhand embarrassment as she felt the blood rush all through her face and to the tips of her ears as she looked at Judy who was laughing softly.

“It’s alright, Harry.” She assured, “Believe me when I say I have seen far worse before than some passionate kissing. This was only shocking because well, quite frankly the only other person I’ve seen in your office this late over the last four years is Tom!” She said and Harry chuckled nervously, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d have a girl in here!” She giggled and Y/N grinned upon hearing this.

“Either way, I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have happened.” He said again bashfully.

“It’s alright.” She assured again, “I will also keep this to myself, don’t you two fret.” She reassured them.

“Thank you.” Y/N said and Judy nodded.

“Ummm, is there something I can help with?” Harry asked, bringing the topic off of he and Y/N and Judy’s eyes lit up.

“Right!” She said, “I was just coming by to ask if you wanted to join my husband and I for Thanksgiving. Maybe bring Tom? Our son can’t make it this year and so we were trying to think of who might be in need of a little family time. It’s our first one alone.” She explained.

“That’s kind of you, but I’m sorry I can’t. I’m actually going to be spending it with Y/N’s family.” He said and Judy grinned wider as her eyebrows arched up.

“Oh, so this is a relationship?” She asked and Harry blushed but nodded.

“Yes,” he chuckled, “I’m… uh, quite in love with her.” He said glancing down to Y/N and she smiled up at him tenderly and then at Judy.

“Oh, you two!” Judy smiled happily and Harry and Y/N chuckled.

“Ummm, what if we stop by on Friday for dinner?” He asked Judy, “Us two and I can also ask Tom if he can come. Maybe he’ll want to bring his girl too?” He asked.

“Oh, we would love that! The more the merrier!” Judy agreed eagerly and Harry took down her address and they finalized the plan before she bid them a good night and assured them she’d see them in a few days which they agreed and soon they started to pack up.

“The one time we get a little carried away.”

“Judy won’t say anything.” Y/N said.

“I know but you were right about wanting to wait. Sorry.”

“It’s OK.” She said and tiptoed to kiss his chin and he smiled down at her, “Do your eyes still burn?” She asked him and he nodded, “Do you want me to drive?” She asked.

“Yeah, baby.”

“OK.” She smiled and soon they were off towards his place. Harry was quite happy she had driven, he tended to be so tense during his commute, but it was nice to just stare out the window and look at the city around him. He really missed England but he really loved California and now that he had Y/N staying here was even more alluring. He wanted to have her meet his family, he wanted to take her to England for Christmas, maybe even her grandparents too so that they wouldn’t be all alone. They were sweet and great fun and she knew that his own grandparents would love them and find plenty to bond over with them. Before he even realized it they were pulling up to his parking stall and he turned to her with a smile.

“You’re a great driver by the way. Might make you do it more often.” He said and she giggled.

“I definitely will if you want me to. I like driving.” She said and he leaned over and kissed her quickly.

“C’mon.” He said and they got down and carefully made their way over to the far entrance of his home. He unlocked and slid open the door before hurrying to switch on one lamp as she slipped out of her heels and put her purse down on a cabinet he had by the door. Harry immediately shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a side chair as he leaned down to untie his shoes, “Are you hungry or thirsty?” He asked.

“Not hungry, could have a drink though.” She said, “I’ll get it though, you sit. What do you want?” She asked him.

“Just whiskey, please.” He said and she headed off towards the kitchen. He had a little cocktail nook and she felt so fancy going there to prepare drinks. Harry busied himself at the record player console he had, he was crouched down looking through his vinyls to choose something.

“Neat?” He heard Y/N call out.

“Yeah, baby!” He responded as he smiled once he found his old Peggy Lee vinyl, well it was his mum’s. He had heard it once and when he moved he made sure it came with him. Harry was very passionate about rock and roll but he was well aware that jazz and blues played a pivotal part in its creation and he had a big obsession with jazz artists as well and something about Peggy Lee’s voice completely captivated him, he decided he was putting that on. Then he went to the fireplace an switched on the gas line before adding a piece of the logs he had bought and then tucked a match beneath it. The old scraps of paper he had tossed in prior started to burn quickly and he sighed in satisfaction. Finally, he plopped down on the couch as he waited for Y/N to return with their drinks. He wanted to set a more romantic mood so he leaned over and switched off the lamp now that the fire had started. The light from the kitchen still gave them a bit more light from afar, leaving them in a dim warm glow. It was only a few moments when Y/N was sashaying back into the room with a smile.

“Peggy Lee?!” She asked with excitement as she approached him.

“You know of her?” He asked with a smile.

“Baby, of course. She’s one of the label’s own! But also, one of my grandfather’s friends used to play drums for a little jazz combo and he was obsessed with her. They would watch me after school and he’d always be playing her music.” She smiled, “I grew to love her.” She said and he hummed.

“C’mere.” He said patting his lap and she smiled as she handed him his drink before she straddled his lap, “Lay one on me.” He mumbled as he perked up his lips and she giggled before kissing him quickly. They took a moment to have a sip of their drinks before looking back into each others eyes. The music and mood lighting were doing a lot for them right now. She took a moment to study over him. He was so handsome and chiseled, it was envious really. His hair was set perfectly and his big, green eyes were focused on her. She then looked over his lips and bit down on her bottom lip as he smiled at her gawking.

“You’re a complete stud.” She complimented and he chuckled timidly, “M’not joking. You’re so fucking perfect.” She hummed as she leaned in to him again and kissed him slowly, careful not to spill his or her drink as their lips met passionately she parted with a small gasp and hummed with a smile, “So dreamy.” She said as she pecked his lips again. Harry had never been complimented like this before and it made him feel a little shy, but he also loved it. Love to hear how handsome she thought he was, “God, when you look at me like that I’m sure you could get me to do just about anything.” She whispered and he smirked.

“Anything?” He asked and she nodded with her own lip bitten between her teeth now, waiting for his request.

“What do you want, baby?” She asked as she ran her free hand up and down his clothed chest, “Been working so hard lately, wanna take good care of you.” She said and he hummed.

“Want you on your knees for me. Want to stuff that pretty, little mouth with my cock.” He muttered against her lips and her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a soft little moan as their lips met hotly. She reached for his drink and pulled back quickly to lean over to the side table and place the glasses down there before she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him hungrily as she ground herself down into her lap. His big hands settled over her ass, pushing and pulling her pliant body, guiding her movements over his throbbing erection. He started groaning into her mouth and she slid her hands down to start to loosen up his neck tie a bit and then her fingers got distracted with undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, “Fuck baby, need your mouth.” He panted and she nodded and slid down to the carpeted flier beneath them and he slouched himself a bit lower on the couch to help her be able to pull his trousers and briefs down far enough to free his aching cock. It sprang up quickly and she immediately reached for it, encasing it in her warm palm and giving it a light squeeze which made him sigh in satisfaction. She glanced up at him as she tugged downwards, his foreskin rolling down easily to reveal the dark pink, leaky tip of his cock. She licked over her lips at the sight and it made the pounding of his heart intensify with anticipation.

“Even your cock is pretty.” She said and the soft little breaths from her words had his tummy fluttering.

“Please, baby.” He sighed in impatience and just then Fever started to play and he bit down on his lip because he had no idea he needed to get a blow job to this song until his girl’s spit was slipping down the shaft of his cock.

Harry was desperate, his chest was rising and falling hard as her gentle and easy strokes, but he was dying to feel her mouth. He tossed his head back in satisfaction as she fisted over the very tip of his cock, his eyes were transfixed on the ceiling as he tried not to get built up too quickly, but he was so sensitive. They hadn’t had sex in almost three weeks, he was even busy on the weekends and had been traveling a lot, so he was really needy for her, his hips involuntarily thrust up into her fist and she looked up at his inhaling deeply, trying to keep his composure and she knew she had him. Without any warning she leaned over him and tongued at the slit at the top of his cock before sucking it and trapping it in between her lips.

Harry gasped and shot up to be able to look at her. She was already looking up at him and he started breathing heavier before he tossed his head back into the couch cushion again as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth quirked into a satisfied smile.

Y/N also slightly smiled around his prick as she started sinked down about halfway. It made her burn from the inside out as she watched him slowly lose his composure. He struggled for a proper deep breath, his breaths were heavy and shallow. He would chance a glance down at her and groan before shaking his head and staring back at the ceiling with a grin. It made her feel so good about the job she was doing; it was so wet and sloppy and noisy. But she was very into this and that made it even more erotic for Harry; he had never been sucked off this way, in a way he could tell that the person doing it was enjoying it and it was a game changer for sure. They were so enraptured in the moment that they didn’t even hear the record end.

“I’m so close!” He suddenly gasped and she moaned around him and brought her other hand to the lower half of his shaft as she started to stroke in time with her sucks. Y/N was shocked by how quickly he was coming undone but it stroked her ego and she got even more into it. Moaning around his cock as her spit dripped down to lubricate the lower half of his cock as she started stroking a bit faster. His hips started bucking up towards her mouth as his fingers buried themselves into the couch cushions. As much as he wanted to delved into her hair and guide her over his length, she had her hair up and he couldn’t wreck it and have her show up at home with swollen lips and wrecked hair, a dead giveaway it would be.

“Oh fuck, baby!” He whispered. It was so good that all he could do was struggle to breathe, he couldn’t even moan, she was sucking the come out of his balls, he could almost feel his balls drawing up in time with her fervent sucks and he just couldn’t take it anymore, “W-want you to swallow all of my sperm.” He panted horsely and she moaned in acknowledgment and it wasn’t even ten seconds later that he was completely frozen and gasping as his warm, milky load of come erupted from his tip and flooded her mouth. She moaned yet again as she slowed her sucks and strokes, somehow tuning to the rhythm at which his body was pulsing internally. He glanced down again with a slack jaw and creased eyebrows, almost looking like he was in pain to watch her throat bobbing as she swallowed his cum. He smiled again as he started to come down from it, he was in total disbelief of how quickly he had unraveled for her. She was gentle as she worked him through it until she finally popped off of his semi hard cock and it pulsed steadily as it started to soften against his thigh. He looked down at her again and swallowed thickly before letting out a breathy laugh and she licked over her lips.

“What?” She asked before biting down on her lip nervously and he shook his head.

“That was just really, really great, baby.” He said with a smile and she grinned with pride.

“Good.” She responded as she pressed herself back onto the couch and sat beside him and he pulled her in for a kiss. He moaned as he sucked at her tongue for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Really fucking great. Never going to forget how that felt.” He said again.

“Y’always take such great care of me, wanted to return to the favor.” She shrugged, “Really like it too. Sucking you off.” She said and he groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut dramatically and she giggled.

“Gonna kill me.” He muttered.

“Hope not. Who am I supposed to suck off if you die?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Wanna make you feel good too.” He said and she shook her head.

“Nope, want it to be about you tonight. Still owe you a back rub.”

“F’you give me a back rub after that I will pass right out and how are you gonna get home?” He asked and she pouted.

“Baby, I owed you one.”

“Would your grandparents hate me if you stayed the night?”

“I don’t think so. Let me give them a call, OK? Why don’t you go have a nice hit shower and I’ll wait in the room?” She asked and he hummed before kissing her lips and he headed off to his room while she went off to the kitchen to use the phone. She didn’t lie this time, she told her grandma that Harry had a rough day and was rather tired, she would give him a shoulder rub and put him right to sleep and her grandma cooed with endearment and said something about Harry realizing that she would make the perfect wife and Y/N giggled. “Thank you for understanding.” She hummed.

“Of course, sweetheart. We’re just really happy that you’re this happy. Not that you haven’t been before, but it’s different now.” She explained and Y/N bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, it is.” She agreed, “I love you, gram. See you tomorrow, OK?”

“Love you.” She responded before mumbling goodnight and then they hung up. She threw out the drinks they had abandoned and then made her way into the bedroom to steal some clothes before heading over to the other bathroom and having a quick body shower. Harry still wasn’t out when she emerged so she just laid in his bed and waited just a bit longer before the water shut off and then he came back out in his sleeping pants and no shirt.

“Had a quick shower in the other bathroom.” She said to him as he looked down at her.

“No wonder the water went cold for like 10 minutes.” He said with narrowed eyes and she giggled.

“Sorry.” She laughed and he shook his head, “ Come lay down so I can get on that back rub.” She reminded and he didn’t have to be told twice. With some guidance she was able to find a lavender essence oil he had laying around somewhere and she sat right above his bum before lathering her hands up a bit and running them over his back. She lived with two older people, she was good at massages and rubs. And so when she saw Harry’s body just melt into the mattress as he hummed lowly she smiled to herself. She was gentle as she worked out any knots or bumps she felt in places where there ought to be none. She also worker her way up the back of his neck and down his jaw.

“Baby, got knots in your jaw.” She whispered with a frown.

“Yeah, I clench it a lot.” He sighed, voice mostly muffled by the mattress. She was careful as she kneaded those out and when she was done he turned his head back on its side and he peered up at her with one eye, “You’re too good to me.” He croaked out and she smiled.

“S’nothing, baby. You deserve the whole world.” She assured him, “Gonna do your lower back now and you’ll be good to go.” She said and quickly kiss his cheek and slid down to the back of his thighs and as soon as she started kneading at his lower back he moaned in delight. Once she had finished with that she noticed his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. She dated her fingers up his entire back before lightly scratching down all the way and he hummed. She did this a few times before he pressed himself up a bit, still in a haze.

“Oh god, gross. I’ve just dribbled all over the bed.” He mumbled sleepily and she giggled as he brought a hand up to wipe over his mouth. She got up to get the hand towel and he blotted at the stain in slight embarrassment.

“You’re fine, Harry.” She assured with a smile before taking it back to the bathroom and he just rolled onto his back, his eyes still lidded.

“Thank you.” He hummed.

“Any time. I mean that.” She added in and he smiled, “Are you hungry? I know you’re all sleepy now, but I can whip something up if you’re hungry.”

“Not really, you?” She shook her head.

“Already brushed my teeth.”

“Me too. Let’s just get into bed then.” He suggested and this time around he was the one who was cuddled into her chest. Her soft kisses to his head and shoulder were feathery and helped lull him to sleep faster than he had been able to in a good while.

Y/N liked this, taking care of him this way - she’d always felt a silent disappointment towards those women she knew were intelligent and full of agency and then just gave everything up to dote on their husbands. She had plenty of friends who dropped out of university to become housewives - it was always sad to her in a way. All that potential and for what? But she supposes she had never loved someone so much that all she wanted to do was look after them. She understood it now, it was different with Harry. Sure she was tender and sweet and loving before, but he brought it out of her in a new way. Acts of service had never really been a love language she liked too much but as she saw first hand tonight, it was nice to do something just for your lover’s sake. She hadn’t even come tonight but she didn’t even need to, she was just satisfied with how well she was able to take care of him.

It did scare her sometimes, just how much she loved him. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she told him that he could ask her for just about anything and she’d do it. Her brain was telling her that it was illogical and stupid to think that way - it would remind her that if this all failed that she would be in utter devastation. But her her heart and gut reminded her of the beauty of falling in love. Of feeling like you’re walking on air. Of not thinking so much for once and just feeling everything that love made her feel. She was reminded that her heart was safe with someone so special and wonderful, someone who changed her life in the absolute best way and she never wanted to do anything to jeopardize that. She wanted to make sure that he too felt safe and loved with her. She hoped and prayed every single day that they would make it. She really wanted them to make it.

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It was now Thanksgiving day and on this day Y/N was grateful for her grandmother’s kindness. Usually she had to be down in the kitchen at 7am helping to prep for dinner, but when Y/N’s eyes blinked open of their own accord that morning she looked at her clock and was absolutely shocked that it was nearing midday. She rushed down to apologize for sleeping in so late but she saw that her grandmother was very calmly pouring the pumpkin mix into the pie dish for the pumpkin pie.

“You didn’t wake me?” Y/N asked.

“No, sweetheart. Changed it up a bit this year so it wasn’t all that much work.” She informed.

“Oh.”

“Do you think Harry likes shepherd’s pie? Agatha from down the street told me it was a popular British meal and I wanted to make something to help him feel at home. Copied down her recipe, it only takes about an hour.” She explained and Y/N’s smile softened.

“Oh, grandma.” She hummed, “I’m sure he’ll be appreciative.” She assured her and she smiled, “What else are we having?”

“Candied yams and green bean casserole, your grandfather would have a fit if we skipped out on that.” She said and Y/N grinned, “And some other roasted vegetables.”

“OK, well I’m going to wash up and I then come down and help.” Y/N assured and her grandmother nodded. Soon she was back and out of her pajamas and she started washing vegetables as her grandmother set the pumpkin pie in the oven, she made the best pie. Dinner was at 6pm, like every night. It was around 2pm when Harry called and asked if he should bring anything, Y/N told him to just bring some wine and then she was off to get ready. They took turns cooking everything else in the oven and eventually headed up to start getting ready. They sky had already grown dark by the time Harry was knocking on the door around 5:30, Y/N knew it was him, who else could it be? She rushed down and swung the door opened with a bright smile and he just looked her over for a moment with a look of adoration.

“You look beautiful.” He said softly as he handed her a bouquet of yellow roses and she smiled and tiptoed to kiss his lips quickly.

“Thanks and you look handsome as ever.” She hummed.

“By the way, those are for your grandmother, I got you something else.”

“Something else?” She asked and he nodded with a grin, “I’ll show you later.” He said and she was a bit nervous but led him inside anyway.

“Smells amazing.” He mumbled quietly and she smiled. When she led him into the kitchen he greeted her grandmother with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and a cheerful “Happy Thanksgiving!” and her grandfather with a big hug as well.

“Please sit, we’ll bring everything out in just a minute.” Cristina, her grandmother insisted. Harry and her grandfather went over to the dining table and caught up while Y/N and Cristina each took a dish. Her grandmother was very eager to have Harry see the shepherd’s pie and it was the very first dish she brought out and he made a big deal about it, almost knowing that’s what she was hoping for.

“Oh my goodness, you really didn’t have to!” He insisted with a smile.

“I wanted to do something to remind you of home.” She explained with a kind smile, “Besides, you’re the first guest we’ve had in I don’t even know how long! Had to switch it up a bit.” She said.

“Well, thank you so much, this is very sweet of you. I can’t wait to try it.” He smiled excitedly and then glanced to Y/N who was giggling quietly. Her grandmother had a huge but harmlesscrush on Harry, it was adorable. Soon enough they were sitting at the table saying grace before they dug in. Harry also made a big fuss about the shepherd’s pie once he tried it. Insisting that whatever she had done to season the meat and veggies tasted almost identical to his grandmother’s recipe, this sent her over the moon and Y/N thought that he was just being nice, but when he went in for a second helping of it she knew he was being genuine about it. He also really enjoyed everything else there was and when her grandmother brought the pie out Harry looked to Y/N with a pained look and she giggled.

“I was hoping there was pumpkin pie. S’one of my most favorite American things ever.” He said excitedly.

“Well, hers has won a prize in our city’s fair so you can bet it’s delicious!” Y/N assured. They served themselves a slice before they got to talking and playing a card came after Harry cracked open the bottle of wine. After a good while of conversation Y/N had busied herself with packing up the left overs while Harry chatted animatedly with her grandparents.

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“Now that Y/N’s distracted,” Harry said, “Christmas is coming up and I would really love it if she could meet my family.” He explained and Cristina pouted in endearment at this. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months but she’s just so dear to me and I just know in my heart that she’s the person I want to spend my life with and I want my family to finally meet her. I talk to them about her so much, it’s only right that they meet her before we further our relationship.” He said and David smiled, “I was wondering if it would be alright for me to take her over there this Christmas?” He asked hopefully.

“Over there as in England?” Cristina asked and he nodded.

“If I have your permission everything is taken care of. We’d just need to get her a passport as soon as possible.” He chuckled nervously.

“Ummm, yes that would be alright with me.” David smiled. He was much more serious that Cristina, but he was a romantic, Y/N had told him before, he was into the big gestures and thoughtful little things, much like Harry was, “I think that’s a fabulous idea.”

“Really?” Harry asked brightly in disbelief and both he and Cristina nodded with glee, “Oh my goodness, thank you!” He beamed in excitement, “I’ll talk to her in a bit and see if she’s up for it. Also, I ummm, I want to thank you both for opening your home up to me these last few months. I’ve been here for a few years and while I have friends the dynamic is different with them than with family, you know?” He asked and they nodded, “My family is quite close so the move out here was hard, but you all remind me so much of the dynamic back at home and I couldn’t be more grateful for meeting you and Y/N, it’s been really wonderful.” He expressed and Cristina smiled.

“Oh Harry, we truly enjoy having you here! It feels like we’ve known you for ages!” Cristina expressed and he smiled.

“You know, Harry, we’ve been chatting a lot about this lately, about how fortunate it was that Y/N ended up working for you. I fear that at that point in time she was starting to give up a bit, you know? Lose heart in what she’s passionate about. And from the very first day she met you, I think she spilled a coffee or something?”

“Oh, yes.” He chuckled and they did as well.

“She was just so impressed by the way you handled things. Thank you for respecting her and supporting her. I don’t think she’s ever been happier and we’re not her parents, but we’ve raised her, her whole life, and it means the world to us to ummm-” he cleared his throat, “to finally see her being as well off as she deserves.” He trailed off a bit and Harry could see his and Cristina’s eyes gloss up a bit and it made his heart lurch.

“You’ve done such a wonderful job with her and ummm, I just love her so much.” He admitted to them with a smile before he bit his lip, “She certainly deserves the world and I will do everything I can to ensure that she knows just how much she’s worth.” He said and they both smiled.

“What’s going on here?” Y/N suddenly asked as she saw them all sharing quiet smiles.

“Oh nothing, just telling Harry thanks for being a good boyfriend to you.” Cristina said and Y/N smiled.

“Good? Best boyfriend ever.” She added in and Harry’s cheeks went all pink as she said this, “I also packed you some left overs.” She said to him.

“Oh great, thank you.” He hummed happily.

“Well, it’s still early, does anyone want a tea or a coffee.”

“I would happily take a coffee.” David said with a sigh.

“Likewise.” Harry added in.

“Y/N come help me.” Cristina said as she stood and Y/N squeezed Harry’s shoulder before heading off behind her grandmother.

She went to grab the mugs as Cristina put on the kettle to boil the water ad then Y/N started to sort out the coffee pot.

“Sweetheart?” Cristina said.

“Yes?” Y/N asked as she turned towards her grandmother with a smile.

“You’re 24 now, right?” Cristina asked and she nodded, “And Harry is?”

“28.” She said and Cristina hummed.

“So both adults.”

“Yes.” Y/N giggled, “Why, what’s this about?” She asked and Cristina smiled at her knowingly.

“He can spend the night, you know?” Cristina said and Y/N felt her entire face grow hot as her grandmother said this, “As exhilarating as it must be to have him climb up a tree and into your window like some star-crossed lovers, I think it’s much safer to just have him use the front door, no?” She asked with a smirk and Y/N covered her face with her hands as her grandmother laughed softly at her embarrassment.

“Oh my god…”

“It’s perfectly fine, your grandfather snuck into my house many times when we were younger.” She assured, “Mr. Fishburn, from across the street, tells your grandfather the next morning, every time.” She said.

“Oh god…”

“He said that he noticed it was only when Harry would come over so he started watching. But either way, your grandfather thought it was sweet that you two want to spend more time together.” Her grandmother smiled, “But I just wanted to let you know.”

“Wonderful, thank you.”

“Of course.” He grandmother grinned.

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“I still can’t believe they’ve known I’ve snuck in all these times.” Harry laughed softly about this for maybe the hundredth time since Y/N had told him about it. It was about 11pm and they were cuddled up by the fireplace just wrapped in each other as they chatted.

“I’m still so embarrassed. Mr. Fishburn is so nosy…”

“They said it’s fine. But I can’t believe you never just asked. I’ve risked my life at least six times climbing up that bloody tree.” He said through a chuckle and she laughed as well.

“Yeah, sorry baby.” She hummed and he grinned.

“You’re perfect so I forgive you.” He hummed and she smiled, “So earlier when I was talking to your grandparents?”

“Mmm-hmm?” She asked him to continue.

“I uh- I was asking them i-if, and you can say no if it’s too soon or if you just don’t want to do this,” he slipped in, “but I asked i-if it would be alright if you uh-came back t-to England with me for Christmas?” He asked and her mouth slightly dropped open.

“Wait seriously?” She asked softly and he nodded.

“I talk to my family about you all the time and have them all riled up to meet you,” he chuckled nervously, “Ummm, I just know they’re going to love you as much I do.” He said and Y/N swallowed thickly.

“I love you too and I would be honored to go with you.” She said and he was beaming now. His heart was pounding with excitement and he just surged forward and kissed her deeply before they split apart.

“Oh baby, I’m so excited!” He parted from her for a second before kissing her again and then pulling back, “We’re going to have loads of fun! I’m going to take you to all my favorite places and you’ll also get to meet some of my mates! And you’ll see why I tell you that our grandparents are the same!” And he just went on and on with excitement and Y/N was also feeling really great about getting to meet all of the important people in his life. She nodded along as he started telling her stories about people and places back home and she swore that the more and more he spoke, the more and more she fell in love with him.

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The Assistant 12

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: Another one.

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The crickets keep you awake. The flutter of bats and the sway of trees swirl together and set an eerie lull. The scent of pine wafts in and eludes to the freedom withheld from you. A serene atmosphere tainted by the coil of heat twisted around you.

Clark snores into your hair. Unbothered by his strange surroundings or the circumstance. It almost maddens you to think he can act so normal on the surface yet be corrupt to core. It's all so sickening but frightening.

You think of Lois and the crack of bones, Richard and the smell of burnt flesh, the fury in Clark’s eyes. You know you can’t resist him. Not without getting hurt. You’re too weak, you’re too afraid. You don’t want to die, not like this. You don’t want to leave this world behind without getting to tell all the stories in your head.

You lay awake, waiting for his eventual rise. He grumbles, patting your hip before he sits up. He bends over his lap and rubs his eyes before climbing to his feet. You watch the strain of flannel across his shoulders as he cross to the door and pulls open the door.

He returns with a copper kettle. Water drips from the edges of the lid as he hangs it in the fireplace, rebuilding the burnt out fire beneath. You shiver as you sit up and tuck yourself into the corner.

He moves around, searching through the bin he put in the opposite corner. He takes something out and brings it to you. He hands you the small notebook and searches his front pocket for the short pencil hidden there. You see the redness in the rims of his eyes and note the unkemptness of hair and clothing unlike. He is not the straight laced journalist you thought you knew.

"Make a list. What we need."

You nod, mouth too dry to speak, brain too fuzzy to think. You blink at him as you cradle the notebook. You’re not sure what he means.

“Food, soap, whatever,” he sighs as he turns on his heel, dragging his feet to the fireplace as he sets his hand on the mantel, “gotta hook up the water… grabbed enough coffee and some granola…” he’s mostly talking to himself, “a bed, I’ll get a bed for sure.”

You write bed at the top of the first page. Then you stare at the next line. You can’t put freedom there. You have to keep lying. You write down eggs. Eggs are good, you can make breakfast tomorrow, that might keep him happy.

“I’ll make the coffee,” you offer, “where is it?”

He inhales and goes back to the bin. He fishes out a small glass jar of instant grinds. You try not to show your disappointment. It’s something. You know better than to not play along. He’s shown you the consequences for not.

“Cups?” You ask, gently, putting pen back to paper as you remember a few other things.

He returns to the bin again. A sleeve of paper cups. Alright, that will do. You stand and keep the notebook in hand as you near the fireplace. You write down cups.

“You’ll have to find some proper ones,” you say as you put down the book and grab the jar. You read the label and set it down as you kneel in front of the fire. You hold up your hands, it’s cool despite the summer sun outside. “And some pretty dishes.”

He’s silent. You try not to give yourself away. He can’t see through your act. You rub your hands together and shiver. He moves and you fight not to wince. He grabs the blanket and brings it over to drape over your shoulders.

“I’ll some nice ones,” he promises as he lowers himself to his knees beside you, “I didn’t get to show you the tub…” he puts his large hand on your back as you watch the fire, waiting for the kettle to boil, “I got it just for you, baby.”

“That’s nice. I’m excited,” you almost believe yourself as you keep a chipper chime in your voice, “I really have to pee.”

His hand slips down and he lowers his chin.

“Like I said, water’s not… gotta run a line down to the lake…” he sniffs, “I’ll take you out, you can go by the trees.”

“Alright,” you nod as you pull the cups over and open the plastic sleeve.

You pull out two then uncap the lid of the jar. You tear back the seal and carefully measure out grinds into each cup. You smile and twist the cap back on. You set down the jar as Clark looms close.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he says so quietly you barely hear him. You flinch but hide it as you reach past the blanket and touch his side. “I wouldn’t… wouldn’t do what I did… to you. I did it for you.”

“I know,” you wilt out, snaking your arm around him, “look at all you’ve done for me…” you look up at the rafters, then the walls, and the fire crackling before you. He doesn’t see your other hand, how it grips the chain around your ankle, “you’ve made a whole life for me… for us.”

Clark is gone for a few hours, or so you guess. The sunlight shifts a little through the windows, at its peak as you estimate about noon. A rush of air signals his return and you stand at the window watching as he drops a whole industrial container in the dirt, at least twenty times his size.

You watch him. It’s unsettling how inhuman his strength is, but what’s more, is how inhuman his mind is. Something’s disjointed in him. That he can justify all he’s done; not just to you but to his own wife, to another human being.

He twists back the bar on the door and cranks it open on its hinges. He goes inside and emerges with another bin matching the blue rubber one in the corner of the front room. He approaches the cabin and lets himself in. He puts down the heaping container.

“Food,” he announces, “I grabbed a few other things but I’ll sort it out. For now…” he stops to brace the back of your head and kisses you, “you can deal with the kitchen.”

He passes you and unhooks the chain from the floor. He leads you as if you’re on a leash into the next room. It’s a large kitchen with wooden counters and a tall faucet over a sink; there’s a fridge and stove, and everything else you could ever need. You can’t believe he’s turned a pile of dirt into all this. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so disorienting.

He hesitates but keeps the links in hand as he guides you onward. He turns back at another door, smiling.

“I did say I’d show you the tub,” he preens, “while you put everything away, I’ll get it working. But you should see…”

He waves you closer as he twists the handle and pushes in the door. You near warily and look around the door frame. There’s a tub against the wooden slats of the wall, a curtain hung around it. It’s big, bigger than yours. The tub you’ll never see again.

You try to smile and your lips quiver. You cover your mouth to hide your despair. You flutter your lashes, desperately holding back your horror. You can’t let him see.

“Honey,” he touches your shoulder as you pull back.

“I’m okay,” you squeak, “I just can’t believe you did all this for me.” To me…

“Of course, I… I’d do anything for you. Don’t you see?”

You nod, gulping down the wave of terror. You fan yourself and face him, hoping he can’t see right through you. Your heart is thumping wildly. Didn’t he say he could hear it?

“I’m just so overwhelmed. No one ever…” you trail off, “Clark, I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid that… I’m not enough for you.”

His forehead stitches and he tilts his head. A scoff scratches in his throat. Shit, he doesn’t believe you. He drops the chain, the metal clanking loudly on the floor.

“Sweetie, of course you’re enough,” he grabs your hands, making you jolt. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of… I’ve written pages for you. I can’t stop. I just dream of our life together and… you did this. You made me want to make our story more than words. I’m building it around us. All of this.”

He looks up dreamily, “we can live happily ever after. Just us. No one will get in our way.”

“They won’t,” you rasp and you squeeze his hands, legs wobbly as your head spins. “They can’t…”

They won’t find you. They can’t save you. That’s what you really mean.

He searches your face. You measure your breathing, urging your heart to calm. You cling to him, afraid you might collapse. The crushing weight of surrender lays over your shoulders. You don’t have a choice but that doesn��t make it any easier.

“Sweetie,” he lets go of your hands and brings his grip around your waist, “I knew you just had to see what I see. What’s inside my head. That you would get once I made it more than fiction.”

“I do,” you croak, running your hands up his arms and across his chest, “I see it. It’s amazing.”

He leans in, growling over you as he draws you closer. He bends to nuzzle your hair and lets out a hot breath over your scalp. He inhales your scent and sways you. You are nothing, you are thin as air, you dissolve in his arms.

“I forgive you,” his lips tickle your forehead as he pulls back just a little, “honey, I love you and I forgive you.” His hand slips down your side and his fingers curl beneath the denim of your waistline, “I missed you so much.”

You swallow, eyes welling as you dip your chin, hiding your dread. You caress him through the flannel of his shirt. You know what he wants. All his sweet words only ever lead to pain.

“I missed you too,” you brush your hand up to his neck, feeling how he trembles at your touch. That is your power; you cannot win, but you can survive.

You drop your other hand onto his and pull it away from your waist. You turn, sure to keep your face down, tugging him with you as you approach the counter. You let him go and unbutton your jeans. You bite down on your disgust.

You bare your ass, planting an arm on the counter as you bend against it. You touch your ass and dig your nails into the flesh with a hum. You wiggle your hips at him.

“Please, Clark, you said you miss me, right.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he comes up behind you, placing his hand over yours, groping you around your own, “I’m sorry about last night. I’ll never… I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

He shifts his hand, tickling along your ass, down along the crease, and between your folds. He pushes his fingers against your cunt and you step apart, as far as you can against the restraint of your jeans. You look down as he pokes into you, groaning as he feels you around his knuckles, spreading them so you stretch around him.

You grip the counter and look down at your ankle, the chain hanging there, loose. That’s it. You just have to wait for your chance; maybe not today, but eventually, when his guard is down, when he trusts you. When his delusion is too much to suspect the truth.

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