A/N: Hello everyone! I still don't know how it happened (because it's not the kind of fic I usually write, I mean, precanon smut), but a while ago I saw a picture on instagram that inspired me to write this, and here it is! This will have a second part that I will publish in a few days!

Please, forgive me for any mistakes this may have, English is not my first language.

Hope you enjoy it! :)


Set during the first years at the firm

Harvey hates his birthday (and anything else that looks like a holiday or celebration) and Donna knows it. That's why over the years, they've come to a tacit agreement. Donna buys a little cake to share with him in his office when everyone is gone and that's it. The fewer people know it's his birthday, the better for Harvey. He had even tried to hide it from Donna as well, but of course, Donna could find out in the blink of an eye. She had more access to Harvey's life than Harvey himself.

This year won't be different. The 50th floor is almost empty and dark. Only Louis remains there, who discovered their tradition last year, so Donna doesn't bother with his presence and approaches the kitchen to look for the little cake she had left there that morning.

"You won't be able to escape this year, either." Donna offers him a warm smile and leaves the cake box on his desk, where he's still buried in paperwork. "You know it's your birthday, right?" She says, mocking him, and sits down in front of him.

Harvey giggles and looks up. "So… that's why you wished me a happy birthday this morning? Now it makes sense!" Donna giggles, which makes Harvey giggle too, and she rests the forks on the desk. Harvey puts aside the papers, because he knows that there is no way to win this argument, and opens the cake box. His face transforms in a thousandth of a second. "Donna?" He scratches his neck, trying to keep the heat he feels from rising to his neck and making him sweat.

"What's the matter?" She asks, confused.

"Where did you get this cake?" His voice sounds too hoarse.

"Why are you asking–" Donna asks, turning the cake towards her, and can't finish the sentence by reading what the cake says.

"Is there any explanation for this?" He snorts.

Donna swallows dry. "It's a business that makes cakes with funny messages. I swear your cake should say: worst boss in the world."

"And why does it say this?"

"A mistake? Believe me, I've seen worse things there."

And before the conversation can continue, Louis enters the office. Harvey closes the cake box in a quick wave of hands and they both try to keep their composure.

"What do you need, Louis?" Donna asks, sounding as kindly as she can at that moment.

"A slice of that cake?"

"It's for two people," Harvey responds, wanting to be swallowed by the earth at that very second. If Louis found out, he would spend his life doing him favors so that he wouldn't talk about it with the rest of the people at the firm. In other words: an endless nightmare.

"Just a really small slice?"

"Louis, there are more cakes in the kitchen," she says.

"But that one must be special."

"And it's for Harvey," Donna says, with her nerves on the verge, and it's when she remembers how much he hates the mixture of blackberries and chocolate. "It's blackberries and chocolate. You won't like it."

"Do you say that to get me to go?"

"Would you do me the favor of not bothering me, at least for today? It's my birthday." Harvey snorts. Donna beckons with her eyes to Louis, who finally lets himself give up.

"Ok, you guys win," Louis says before he left the office and the best closer in the city and the best legal secretary in the state let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

Harvey opens the box cake again and laughs. "Who the hell asks for a cake that says "Best Dick Ever?"

Donna disguises a laugh, but she can only think about how much truth there is in that message. It could be perfectly referring to his magnificent dick. "Someone who wants a night of passion?" Donna shrugs.

"So... is there anyone waiting to give away a cake to have a night of passion and will receive one that says: worst boss in the world?"

"I guess…" She giggles.

Harvey avoids a smile and takes a slice of cake with his fork and swallows dry, trying to assimilate the filling of the cake. "I guess they also got the filling wrong, right?"

"Can I know why?"

"Strawberries and whipped cream?" He whispers, as if saying it out loud is a crime.

Shit, Donna curses to herself. This seems like a damn joke. "Leave it, Harvey, we can throw it away."

"I thought you knew I really like this combination." He says with a complicit smile, raising his right eyebrow.

Donna feels her ability to breathe disappear as she feels Harvey's gaze so deep against hers. His mind is remembering Donna naked, whipped cream on her neck, flakes of whipped cream on her nipples and on her slit, strawberries marking the way from the valley of her breasts to her bundle of nerves. She doesn't need him to confirm it to her in any way because she's remembering as well. His abs full of whipped cream and strawberries, his dick covered with whipped cream, with a piece of strawberry on its head, ready to be tasted. She still remembers his taste in her mouth and how fucking horny all that felt.

"Harvey!" She disguises a cough, trying to maintain her composure. The heat is accumulating in her lower belly.

"Donna..." He smiles and tastes the cake for the first time, staring at her.

Donna will not let this idiot beat her, so she imitates him, and just seeing the mixture entering her mouth makes his pants start to feel really uncomfortable.

Neither of them can say anything, too immersed in the memories of that night and in not being able to look away from each other. Neither Harvey nor Donna can deny that the air between them is now denser. They feel tense and horny as hell. They don't mention the other time for a reason and now they don't quite know how to get out of there. Is there a way to do it elegantly and without mentioning what happens out loud?

Harvey drops his back against his chair as Donna runs her tongue over her lips, wiping the whipped cream that has been left there. He can't take his sight out of there until her lips close and she also drops against the chair, she feels Harvey's eyes descend, bluntly or undisguised, to her breasts, perfectly embraced and highlighted on the neckline of the dress she wears that day.

"I will never buy there again. I promise." Donna murmurs, crossing her arms in an act of unconscious self-protection that doesn't work because her arms below her breasts raise them and Harvey has to suppress a moan that he feels in his throat.

"Are you sure it was a mistake?" Harvey asks, looking back into her eyes. Donna notices Harvey's eyes are much darker than a few seconds ago.

"Harvey, of course, it was!" she responds, a little exasperated. "We agreed never to mention this again or anything like that."

"I know, but—"

"But?" She challenges him.

"Your rule is a bit extremist, don't you think?"

"Harvey–" She wants to stop him but is speechless.

"You can't deny that there is something here, Donna." He says, lowering the tone of his voice. When he says "Donna" it's just a whisper. Just a whisper that replicates directly against her panties.

"We couldn't work together, and you know it." She murmurs, without being able to look him in the eye.

"And what if, for once, we forgot that stupid rule?" He dares to ask.

"I cannot, Harvey." Her voice is soft and honest, but it also sounds sad. "I can't feel you inside me again and pretend it never happened," she whispers, still looking down.

"Maybe in another way?" Harvey tries. God, he wants her. He needs her.

"No Harvey, I'm not willing to be disposable to you," Donna responds, on the edge of tears, and stands up to leave his office. She cannot believe what he is proposing this shit to her.

"Wait, please." Harvey stands up to reach her.

"No Harvey," she sighs. "I should have checked that stupid cake."

"Just one more time." He murmurs, grabbing her by her cheek and Donna can't resist his touch. "It made me things to see you eating that cake."

"And do you think it didn't do anything to me?" She whispers, angry.

"Please." He begs, moving his thumb over her cheek and she can't help but close her eyes for a few moments, enjoying his touch and that intimacy.

"Which is what you want?"

"A birthday present."

"It hurts me you dare to ask for it." She pauses and swallows a few tears. "I'm not one of those women you have sex with without even knowing her damn name."

"I know, Donna, you've always been much more than that for me." Harvey murmurs and pauses, trying to look for words to express himself, but he can't say anything more.

"Harvey, stop, please." She murmurs, on the verge of tears.

"Anyway, I already broke your rule. I think about that night too often." He whispers, still holding her cheek.

"I'm not one of those trophy women you sleep with." She repeats. She is not. She is more for Harvey. She needs to be more for him.

"You're not. You're the most special woman for me." He pauses. "And you know it."

Donna breathes hard and can't find a way to deny that it's not the same for her. Either way, it's unnecessary, because Harvey knows it. They hold their gaze for a few seconds that seem like hours, but Harvey never lets her go and Donna can't hold it anymore."You're not going to fuck me." She makes it clear. "I can't bear to feel you that way again and come back tomorrow as if nothing had happened."

"Okay." Harvey accepts. His desire is enormous, but he knows that protecting her is always the most important thing.

"But…" she sighs, seeking some courage and knowing that her words won't have returned. "Maybe, we can honor that cake," Donna says it aloud, but it's actually a soft whisper. She knows that to feel him back within her is something she could not endure, but it's true that the desire is real, and perhaps giving him some pleasure is something she can endure, and even enjoy. One of those other things she would only do for him because it's better to have crumbs than to have nothing.

"What do you propose?"

"Are we alone here?"

"I saw Louis come out a few minutes ago."

Donna nods and silently begins to walk to the inside of his office again. He walks backward, staring at her. She suddenly feels powerful. She pushes him with her steps until he sits back in his chair and she leans her hips against the desk with crossed arms. "I can't believe what you make me do." She murmurs and, without letting him answer, kneels between his legs. "You're so fucking irresistible, Harvey Specter!" she snorts as she unbuckles his belt.

"Come on, because you aren't irresistible, Donna Paulsen!"

Donna bites her lower lip, staring into his eyes, and then unbuttons the button on his pants and lowers the zipper, then pulls his shirt out of there. "Happy birthday," Donna tells him, passing her finger through the elastic of his boxers, feeling his soft skin under her touch. Every day since the other time she had wanted to touch him again, feeling his skin again it's overwhelming. But she cannot be tender, loving, or romantic. It's just a blowjob, she repeats herself in her mind, so lowers his boxers, and his precious cock, completely hard, jumps in front of her face. Harvey is fascinated and doesn't come out of amazement that this is happening. She has practically not touched him and is already making an enormous effort not to come as soon as her fingers caress him.

What is happening, for both, is huge. There have been too many years of sexual attraction and love not spoken, which they'll let go out for a few minutes, to put back under the carpet later and pretend that nothing has happened.

Donna caresses his dick gently with her fingertips and Harvey can't help but moan the name of his favorite redhead, who stimulates him with her soft fingers, until she sees him as she remembered every day since the other time, completely erect, hard, and throbbing in front of her.

An atrocious silence is built between them, beyond the sounds of pleasure that he cannot avoid, but they don't stop looking into each other's eyes for a single second.

Donna moistens her lips with her tongue and holds his cock from behind with her right hand, to finish approaching him and running her tongue from its base to its head, where she gives a small suck. She again feels her favorite taste in her mouth: Harvey's flavor mixed with whipped cream and strawberries.

"Donna, shit." Harvey groans, completely stunned by what is happening.

Donna is stunned as well, tasting him again after so long, trying not to think that this will end soon. She concentrates on drawing circles on his balls with her tongue and gently sucks his sensitive skin underneath with her mouth while holding his dick in her hand, still stroking it, and that's when she notices it starting to drip. And she's sure the situation inside her panties is the same. She can feel it, her clit asking for relief.

It's Harvey's dick that she's sucking.

It's Donna who's licking his cock.

Neither is able at the moment to really understand what is happening, but there they are, enjoying it and wishing the end never comes. Harvey makes a bigger effort than Donna for the latter.

Harvey keeps looking at what Donna is doing and watches as her thumb reaches for the head of his dick, moving in circles and scattering his pre-seminal fluid there. After a few moments, she surrounds the head of his cock with her lips and alternates between her tongue, touching his cleft and her lips, sucking.

Harvey really starts to struggle to not spill into himself in her mouth at that damn instant. He caresses her cheek with her thumb and Donna can't help but close her eyes to his touch. This feels even more intimate than having his dick in her mouth. She opens her eyes again and they stare for a few seconds, drowning in their eyes all they feel and when Donna cannot stand it anymore, because Harvey's gaze is an open book for her, she slides her lips along with his cock and listens to him grunt her name. She moves her head down, letting him go all the way in, but slowly. And when she feels him against her throat, repeats the movement backward, until she releases his cock, leaving it completely wet before herself.

"Donna…" He murmurs, wanting to touch her cheek again.

But she shakes her head and wraps him back in her mouth. She knows she won't stand him touching her and then letting him go. She needs to stick to her plan. So she does it, tucking it in and out of her mouth, increasing the speed of her movements as the seconds go by. He lets her do it at her own pace because he knows that if he moves, he will come even sooner.

Every time he groans, he does it by putting the name of the redhead on his lips. May she be on her knees in front of him, her mouth on his cock… The view he has of her neckline from above and her red hair falling like a waterfall, swaying with her movements, falling in her face... It feels like the paradise itself.

Donna doesn't brake, she doesn't even allow herself to look at him now.

"Donna..." Harvey warns. He can't hold it anymore.

She continues her movements and her fingers reach his balls, caressing them underneath with her fingertips. She remembered he enjoys it and that it's enough for him to spill into her mouth. And she leaves him on her mouth, until the last drop, without moving her mouth as he comes, but yes, her fingers.

When she feels him completely soft in her mouth, she lets him go, swallowing all while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She gets up from there and approaches him, who is still a little stunned by the recent orgasm. She grabs him by the nape to kiss him, tangling his tongue with hers. She kisses him until she needs air and separates a little from him. "Happy birthday, Harvey." She whispers and leaves the office, adjusting her clothes, feeling her knees hurting, her skin itching, her core asking for relief, and with tears that threaten to invade her eyes.

And without words, it becomes a birthday tradition that they repeat for the next years. Even the year Donna moves to Louis' desk because she returns to Harvey a few weeks before his birthday. Even when she is COO. Every year Donna gives him a blowjob in his office, kneeling between his legs, he comes in her mouth and she swallows everything he has to give her. She has never told him, but she has only done it with him. She had never let her sexual partners spill inside her mouth, but with him, everything is always different. Then she kisses him, letting him taste himself in her mouth, and leaves the office, leaving him completely overwhelmed on his chair, with his soft dick sticking out of his clothes. The next day and the next 364 days pretend it never happened.


As always, I'd love to know what you think about this! See you in a few days with the second chapter!