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"Do you have the itinerary for England?"

"There isn't one," Zayn replied, "it's not business, it's personal."

"For...?"

"Visiting my mum," he said, "you get to meet her, yay!"

Crissle's eyes widened in pure fear. "Uh, no, Zayn. Fuck no."

"Why not?" he deflated, "you said you wanted to."

"I changed my mind," she huffed, reaching behind her and zipping her dress, "because...what if she--"

"She'll like you, oh my God," he rolled his eyes and finally stood after putting his shoes on.

"But what if--"

"She will, Criss," Zayn huffed.

"Am I--"

"Getting on my nerves? Yes, the fuck you are," he walked into his bathroom and Crissle looked down, plopping on the bed and huffing into the comforters.

She didn't really want to meet Zayn's mom anymore. It became more and more intimidating as Crissle's feelings for Zayn intensified. What if she was mean? Or...what if Crissle didn't feel good enough for him?

"Criss, come on," Zayn whispered. She felt the bed dip and Crissle huffed again. "Baby."

"What?" she mumbled in the covers.

"Are you upset?"

"No."

"Come on. I'm sorry, baby," he kissed her now straight hair, "please? Criss."

"What?" she groaned.

"I'm sorry, get up, please."

Crissle turned around while Zayn still hovered over her. She frowned. "Are you sorry?"

"Yes," he pouted, "I'm so sorry."

"How sorry?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

"So sorry I'm willing to be a little late for work to prove it to you."

Zayn bent down and kissed Crissle. His hands squeezed her waist while Crissle giggled and turned away, folding her arms and pretending to still be mad.

"No."

"Criss," Zayn dragged, slapping her ass. She hissed. "We have to go to work."

"Didn't you say you were willing to be late?" she questioned, looking back at him with hooded eyes.

"Yeah?" his eyes lit up, "what do you have in mind?"

"You know what," she kneeled on the bed and so did he. Zayn wrapped his arms around her and licked her bottom lip.

He grinned. "Pringles?"

"Pringles. Honey Barbecue."

"You know how fine you are?" he mumbled against her lips.

"Yes," she hummed, "you tell me all the time."

"As long as you know, shawty."

Crissle snorted, leaning in to kiss him again.

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"Baby, did you get the new contract?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm reading it."

Zayn sat beside her at her desk, his shoulder bumping her playfully. "I mean, it's the same one, ya know?"

"Well, honestly, I didn't read the first one," she admitted, "I was just to happy to get the job I started signing shit."

"That's dangerous," he frowned, "what if I didn't hire you? You'd sign someone else's contract without reading it and...and be stuck fucking the boss or something."

Crissle looked at him, narrowing her eyes and biting her lip.

Zayn rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Okay, but like, forced. We're way different."

"Explain," she grinned, loving how confused and flustered her boyfriend was.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Proceed."

"Okay, like, we hated each other -- well. I didn't hate you -- and, now, we're like. Together. You're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend."

"Mhm," Crissle nodded, looking at the contract again, "and even though I've read over this contract and looked for loopholes that weren't there, I have every reason to trust you?"

"That you do," he nodded, playing with her purple stapler, "you have every reason."

"Okay," she set the papers down and looked at him, "what are you doing here?"

"M'bored," he shrugged, taking his blazer off, "I don't have a meeting until three, so..."

Crissle nodded. "You read."

"Part of the business," he nodded, "I have to."

"There's some illiterate bosses out here, Zayn. I'm glad you're not one of them."

"Hmm, thanks," Zayn crossed his legs and opened her laptop, "ooh, is this you as a baby?"

"Yeah."

"Still cute," he smiled, looking at her, "if you're three, I'm three."

"Stop it," she groaned.

"I'm serious."

"Zayn, shut up."

"Is that how you talk to your boss?" he smirked, going through her emails, "you might get fired, so watch yourself."

"You wouldn't fire me, I'm too good of a fuck."

"Too good of a girlfriend, actually," he smiled genuinely, "oh, yeah, come here," he had this sort of mischievous look in his eye as he took her hand and walked into his office. She shut the door behind them and Zayn picked her up.

"Zayn," Crissle giggled, wrapping her legs around his hips. He kissed down her neck and gripped her thighs tighter.

"Come on," he groaned, "you've never had office sex before?"

Crissle looked away, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "No."

Zayn sat her on his desk, roughly pushing his things aside and pulling her hips closer to his. Crissle was so into it already, loving how Zayn's large hands opened her shirt and groped her chest. She loved the way his lips would touch her sweetest spot, a place on her neck that was already bruised due to him always kissing her there. She loved how demanding yet gentle he seemed, and the way he looked right into her eyes as he unbuckled his belt.

Crissle pulled her skirt higher to show Zayn what she was wearing underneath. "Do you like it? S'new."

Zayn chuckled, his eyes bright as he leaned closer. "Thongs are weird, but you make it look so hot, baby," Zayn kissed down her chest, causing her to let out an airy moan.

Crissle arched her back when she felt Zayn inside, his arms holding her thighs as he thrust into her. He was rough, but she loved it that way.

She watched his every move, every lip bite, every grunt he could muster at the friction of their bodies, which became one even when he turned her over so she bent over the desk and even then, she knew all the faces he was making.

"Fuck," Crissle whimpered, trying not to make too much noise as he hit it from the back. Zayn covered her mouth with one hand and played with her nipples with the other. She moaned into his hand and started to throw it back, her hips circling and the sound of Zayn's low moans making her go faster.

And the thing about the couple was, they both liked it rough, so every slap or bite that ensued just made everything better than before.

And when they both climaxed -- Zayn in the condom and Crissle everywhere else -- she felt it. Felt all the emotions in her stomach. Emotions that gave her flutters and the irregular heartbeat not just from endurance, but absolute infatuation.

Crissle was still bent over the desk when Zayn buttoned his pants again, tying the condom and throwing it away. She was weak at the knees, even when Zayn pulled her skirt back down to cover her backside.

He chuckled, pulling her up. "You look absolutely fucked."

"Because I am," she moaned breathlessly, attempting to button her shirt again but Zayn got it, noticing how dazed she seemed.

"You alright?" he held her waist and helped her now sit on the desk. Crissle nodded, moving stray curls from her forehead.

"Office sex is so fucking good."

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hi babies I just came to say hi

and I have a paper due tomorrow so I'm finna finesse

bye y'all

AND HERE'S THE OFFICE SEX YOU WANTED LMAO