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allthelovehes · 22 days

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Enemies at Nine, Lovers by Five*

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

Pairing: Coworker!Harry x reader

Word count: 2.6K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It helps me concentrate.” Y/N says.

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N is taken aback by his forwardness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, you're so wet.” He groans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your turn.” She says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We can't.”

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

“We don't have a condom, Y/N.”

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

“We still can't.”

“Please, Harry?” She begs.

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

“Good.” She smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder.” She begs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry breaks the silence first.

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

“For what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, Harry.” She says softly.

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

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yourstrulybluelover · 9 months

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Reunion (Part 4)

Title: Reunion Part 4

Pairings: Lo’ak (21) x Navi Reader (21) x Neteyam (22)

Warnings: MDNI

Contains: sexual tension, forced, dom Lo’ak, dom Neteyam sub-reader, masturbation, fingering, language, sex toys

Background: The Sullys have been away for years. They have just returned to the Forrest, not only bringing with them joy and hope but also uprooting masked feelings.

Word count: 1378

It been a week since your ordeal with the Sully brothers. You have avoided them like the plague since Lo’ak stormed out that night after the fight. His brother stayed with you for a moment but then left after you explained that you had feelings for Lo’ak. To which he confessed his feelings for you.

You remember him whispering “When we returned, you’re the first person I expected to see. Then when we heard about your family, I thought I should have given you space before coming to visit. When I saw you were even more beautiful when I left, and to hear about all your achievements. I was so proud of you.”

Your heart warmed at those very words and you couldn’t help but feel a little spark between you and Neteyam. So when he reached down to hug you and you leaned in for a kiss instead, it made things much worse. There you were telling him of his feelings for his brother and then all of a sudden ready to kiss him like a whore. You felt shame and guilt overcome you. He was so confused when he left, saying he should go look for Lo’ak. Since then when they both tried to approach you, you made up some lame half-ass excuse.

It didn’t help when Kiri came to visit you. She questioned what the last thing was you said to the boys due to facr that they’ve been acting so strangely at home, since that night at diner. You brushed her off and apologized that you’d be away for a couple of weeks. Inquisitive as she is, of course, you had to explain that it was because your heat was approaching.

“See if you had a mate by now you wouldn’t have to put yourself through that intense pain.”

“How did you handle it Kiri, I’m sure you didn’t have a mate at the reef.”

She snorted. “ I had plants y/n, they were great to help subside the pain and intense desires, I have some back home I can always send them with Neteyam,” She explained. “Before you leave that is.”

“Its fine, I need to get going now anyway.” You said as you pack your things and sling them over your shoulders. You wave her goodbye as you trek towards the eastern side of the forest, in the opposite direction of home.

As you made your way to the other side of the forest, where your makeshift cabin was built. It was secluded near a creek. You found the place during one of your patrols and decided it would be the best place to run off to during times like these. Yenguu assisted you with the building. Only you two knew the exact location. He would inform the head of the warrior clan that you would be away due to your heat. They always knew you secluded yourself, but they never knew where. You start to feel hot and hotter as you walk the trail, your ikran was in the care of Kiri. A sudden sharp pain erupts at your stomach and chest.

Oh no, it’s a day early.

You had to hurry to the cabin but your knees start to buckle. You feel a familiar slick pool between your legs and your yellow orbs slowly darken to an orange shade. You gasp.

No. Not here, you wouldn’t want anyone to smell you, you’re already vulnerable. Your heat was never this intense. Fertile Heat cycles usually last from 3 – 14 days, yours was the latter, unfortunately. Heat symptoms vary, from mood swings, intense hunger, excruciating pain, intense fevers, the list was long. However, when it came to you yours usually had a compilation of aches, fevers and intense horniness due to your hormonal displace. Your first heat cycle was a mark into womanhood but you’ve always approached it as a burden.

You're still within range of the hunting grounds. You pick up yourself and decide to fight through the agony and painfully walk your way through the dense vegetation. Your body burning and glistening with sweat. Just a mile more you thought to yourself. Your eyes get heavy, your vision begins to blur. You’ve made it halfway through but your world begins to spin, the pain radiating through your body. You hiss. Soon everything goes black as you collapse on to the forest floor.

You’re awaken by the rain, hitting the rooftop. You perk up, look around. You’re in your cabin. Your bag and supplies braced to the nearby wall. You’re drenched in sweat, sprawled on a woven blanket on the floor. The cabin looks untouched. Everything was where you left it, except for the nearby hammock which was draped as if someone was recently in it.

You called out but no one answered. Your breathing quickens when you start to feel the familiar antagonizing pain, and the pooling between your legs. Not again. You quickly got up to scan your surroundings, there was no sign of any other life. You consider to yourself the possibility of you being able to drag yourself, yet you have no memory of it. You walk towards the cabin door, pulling it back in. Your body begins to heat up once more. The sudden urge to touch yourself makes you sink back onto the floor, grabbing your bag. You empty it to find your trustworthy device. Your own vibrator. Norm had shared some with the younger girls from the clan to assist them when they were on heat. And dam was this thing was a lifesaver.

You tore your beaded top and loincloth off. The air on your nipples triggered them, You turned on your vibratorr and you spread your legs. Your heart is growing more and more. You spread your legs further apart as you propped yourself against the wall, one hand touching your breast, the other pressing the device onto your bud. You mewled in pleasure. Memories of the day with Lo’ak flood back and all you can think of is his meat in you. Your fingers leave your breast to play with your cunt before inserting them in, imagining they were Lo’ak’s fingers. You closed your eyes, remembering the firm but gentle touch of Neteyam and his full lips that were merely inches away from yours.

You cry out in frustration as your fingers were not enough to satisfy. You press the device harder onto your bud before grinding your hips. You felt a familiar build-up, you were near, you continued to finger fuck yourself while grinding on your vibratorr your eyes still shut tightly imagining you were grinding onto Neteyam’s mouth. You felt your high coming as you pressed harder to ride it out, your shrieks and moans getting louder before your juices squirt out of you. Your body glistens from sweat and juices, you open your eyes to find Neteyam staring at you, his younger brother standing behind him. Their mouths agape. You glanced down to Neteyam’s loincloth to see a damp stain, his bulge printing through, in one hand he was holding a washcloth and first aid kit.

You’re too dazed to even speak. There you are sprawled out in front of them covered in bodily secretions. Your essence overpowering. You can’t even feel embarrassed because another wave of your heat soon washes over you and your eyes darkened to a deeper shade of red. Before the two brothers can say anything, you spread your legs further apart and say “I want you both, now.” Your eyes heavy, your hand reaching to rub your supple bud, your holes gaping.

Hellooo to my amazing readers. Sooo it was never my intention to write a whole novel, I’m currently up to a part 5. Not sure if I should end it there or put our Na’vi reader through the turmoil of choosing. But if she does choose, team Lo’ak or team Neteyam? Thanks for all the support thus far! Shout out to

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725235469789609984/title-reunion-part-1-pairings-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Part2: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725289336435851264/title-reunion-part-2-pairings-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Part3: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725387965101178880/title-reunion-part-3-pairing-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

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