A/N: Hey there!
I have decided to leave the previous fic as the first one-shot of a series of established darvey stories and this is the second chapter. I'll continue updating this series soon since I already have several stories finished.
This fic is inspired by this tweet /itcouldbedarvey/status/1675877769039732737 and I must especially thank Dani, not only for giving me the prompt to write this fic but for having corrected it in record time. You're the best!
I hope you guys enjoy this!
War Zone
Harvey has a towering stack of papers on his desk, reaching monumental proportions. His laptop and iPad sit nearby, accompanied by a half-empty cup of coffee and a partially eaten bagel. His head throbs and he's well aware that it's not due to skipping breakfast, as he did have a meal at the kitchen counter earlier alongside his wife, who has been giving him the silent treatment since the previous night. She didn't say good morning, nor good night, no shit. And since then, he feels nothing short of miserable. Despite this, he clings to a glimmer of hope that the coffee and bagel will provide him with the energy he needs to tackle the daunting workload ahead.
However, as expected, they didn't.
As the minutes tick by, the stabbing pain in the back of Harvey's skull spreads throughout his entire head, eventually reaching his eyes. It's a clear indication that things have taken a turn for the worse. Seeking relief, he heads to the firm's kitchen in search of painkillers. To his surprise, he finds his wife there, also in search of the same remedy.
"It's a relief when you can actually find something to alleviate a headache, isn't it?" she speaks, breaking the silence that had plagued them for hours. Harvey's body language alone reveals the intensity of his headache, so there's no need to inquire about it. She knows she's being harsh, perhaps too harsh, but she's deeply upset with him.
"Donna—" he grumbles, extracting a pill from the bottle.
"What do you want, Harvey?" she retorts, popping a pill into her mouth and taking a sip of water.
"Can we talk?" he asks with a conciliatory tone. She immediately rejects him. She needs him to understand how things are supposed to work out and punishing him sometimes seems like the only way.
"I have too much work to do right now."
"I don't want to spend the day being on bad terms with you."
"That might have been different if you had bothered to buy those damn painkillers, Harvey. I've been feeling terrible since last night, and all I wanted was to take a painkiller to alleviate my migraine and curl up next to you to sleep. But I didn't get either, which just goes to show that we can't always have what we want. So, I'm sorry, but you'll have to find a way to get through the day on your own."
"You're being overly cruel, and you know it," he says after swallowing the pill.
"I simply want a husband who will listen to me when I ask for something. Is that too much to ask?"
"I do, I listen to you, Donna."
"You went to the pharmacy three times, and three times I asked you to buy the painkillers. Did you buy them?"
"No," he admits, his voice laced with guilt.
"So, you're not a husband who listens to me when I ask for something. I suppose we're in agreement on that."
"Yes, I am," he says, nervously scratching the back of his neck. No matter how skilled he is as a lawyer, engaging in domestic disputes with his wife always makes him nervous and fills him with doubt. She has a way of twisting things to her advantage, and it makes him feel foolish. That's why it takes him a few seconds to respond, and in those moments, a secretary interrupts their conversation, prompting Donna to slip into her office before he can utter a word.
She immediately shuts him down. She needs him to understand how things are supposed to work, and sometimes it feels like the only way is to punish him. More than once, she finds herself wondering if she's married to a man over 40 or a grade school boy, as she can't help but grumble just like her mother did when she was a child.
As she arrives at her office, she slumps into her chair and closes the door, hoping to avoid any unnecessary conversations. The migraine persists, and so does her foul mood. She's not in the mood to be sociable today.
Harvey also retreats to his office, seeking privacy to vent his frustrations and throw his tantrums.
Nevertheless, he refuses to remain idle. If Donna doesn't want to talk, he'll try to diffuse the situation with other gestures. He knows she loves unexpected surprises, so he starts by having her favorite breakfast order from their diner delivered to her: the sweetest coffee they offer and a slice of pumpkin pie.
"Very nice, Harvey, but how many breakfasts do you want me to have?" she snorts when she sees the delivery, but she still relishes it with immense pleasure. The sugar will at least give her a bit of energy.
Receiving no response, Harvey grows increasingly frustrated but refuses to give up.
He sends her lunch, the closest approximation they could find in Seattle to the Thai shit she used to love in New York. He knows she had been craving it for weeks, and he targets Donna's weak point, hoping to show her that he does listen to her. Although Donna appreciates the gesture, she doesn't send a message of thanks or come anywhere near her husband's office.
It's another blow for Harvey.
In the early days of their marriage, Donna was easier to win over, but now she seems increasingly resistant.
Yet, he is stubborn enough to persist.
Harvey sends her a beautiful bouquet of peonies, her favorite flowers, and for a moment, Donna curses him. She hates that he knows every one of her weaknesses. She hates that her determination is starting to waver. However, she remains steadfast in her resolve. She places the bouquet in a vase with water and tries to focus on her work, but it's hard, the migraine continues to plague her.
Harvey isn't feeling any better either. With each passing minute, he grows more nervous and frustrated. He refuses to spend another night arguing with Donna. Sharing a bed with her and not being able to get close feels like torture, and one night of that has been more than enough.
He tries once more, sending her a small box of Donna's favorite macaroons—the closest thing Seattle has to the ones they enjoyed together while gazing at the Eiffel Tower on their second trip as husband and wife.
He decides it's his final attempt from afar.
If he doesn't receive a response this time, he hopes he has at least lifted her spirits a little to prepare her for a face-to-face conversation.
As expected, Harvey doesn't receive a response, so he slightly opens his office door to keep an eye out for his favorite redhead passing by. Donna's office is near the end of the hall, Harvey's in the middle, and the bathrooms, kitchen, and file room are at the opposite end. He's confident that she'll have to pass by at some point. It's only 2 in the afternoon, and they still have several hours of work ahead of them.
However, the wait feels almost eternal.
Harvey doesn't know how much longer he can endure without kissing her or touching her, and it seems like she's doing it on purpose. Harvey is well aware that Donna frequently uses the bathroom—they even joke about it—and it's been over an hour and a half without her making an appearance. It feels like the world is conspiring against him.
His frustration grows alongside his unbearable migraine, and just when his hopes are almost extinguished, he sees her walking by and breathes a sigh of relief, quickly following her.
"Donna—" he says, running towards her.
"Harvey," she sighs in frustration. "What do you want now?"
"Did you receive it?" he asks, catching up with her and walking alongside her.
"Yes, I did," she answers without looking at him, her gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Not even a text back?" he asks, not with anger but with a hint of tenderness, pouting his lips.
"Gifts don't solve things."
"You didn't want to talk, so that's what came to mind."
"You wanna talk?" she grumbles.
"Yes, Donna."
"Fine, let's talk," she says, completely fed up, and grabs his wrist, pulling both of them into the file room. "What do you want to tell me? Come on, talk!" she screams, locking the door and immediately regretting it, as the yells worsens her headache.
"Donna—" he exhales heavily as she paces down the aisles. "I made a mistake, I'm sorry. Okay?"
"It's always the same, Harvey. You tell me you made a mistake, you apologize... and then you never change. It's a vicious cycle that never seems to end," she says, expressing more frustration than Harvey anticipated. "We're a married couple, we live together. We both make sacrifices for this to work, we put up with things we don't like from each other because we love each other, because we want to be together, and that's how marriage works. I know it, I understand it, and I try my best to handle it." She pauses to take a breath. "But there are basic things, Harvey. If you go to the grocery store and I ask you to please bring something, why can't you just bring it? What is it? Do you forget or do you simply not listen to what I say?"
"I do listen to you, Donna." Harvey listens to her, he really does, but something is distracting him too much. Is it possible that whenever his wife gets mad at him, he gets turned on? Seeing her angry, making her point, scowling is almost as tempting as seeing her naked.
"So, what's the problem? Because this week we've run out of oil, tomato sauce, apples, painkillers, and toilet paper," she says, leaning against one of the shelves and crossing her arms. "And it's not just about this past week, it happens repeatedly. I know you'd rather do the grocery shopping than the laundry, and that's why we've organized ourselves like this. For this to work, we both need to do our part, Harvey." She continues speaking, her anger and frustration evident. It's only then that Harvey realizes the extent of her disappointment. "I know you've lived by yourself and by your own rules for most of your life, but we've been married for two and a half years, and I really need you to grow up a bit. I love you, Harvey, I do, and I want to be with you more than anything in the world, but for heaven's sake, grow up already!" She says as her feet slide forward, stumbling against the shelf in front of her.
"Sorry," he repeats, reflecting for a moment, and trying to ignore the tension he feels inside his pants. "You're right."
"I'm always right. Tell me something I don't know!" she responds, rolling her eyes, and he suppresses a chuckle.
"Can we find another solution? What if instead of just telling me, we create a chat group just for us, and we write everything we need in there?" he suggests, trying to ignore the growing arousal he feels in his pants.
"Where did you hear about that? Because it isn't your idea."
He laughs, caught in the act. "On Instagram. Can't blame me for that."
"No, but will you remember to check that chat? Or will you forget about it too?" she asks, determined not to give up just yet.
"Donna..." he sighs, deciding that enough physical distance has been maintained. Taking advantage of her vulnerable position, he leans over, trapping her feet between his. "I can remember to check that chat," he assures her.
"Can you really? Can you behave like a grown man?"
"Yes, I'm sure I can do it," he says confidently, placing his hands on the shelf in front of her.
"You're so obvious, Harvey Specter. Did getting me angry give you a boner again?"
"Guilty as charged," he admits, shamelessly.
"You're worse than a teenager," she growls in frustration, and when he tries to get closer, she stops him with her hands on his chest. "Don't even think about it," she warns.
"It already crossed my mind," he says with a mischievous smile.
"Is this why you can never take any argument seriously? Because fighting with me gets your dick hard? Is that your damn problem?"
"I won't apologize for being turned on by my wife," he asserts.
"You're acting like a teenager, Harvey. Control yourself a little."
"Stop treating me like a child. You know very well that I'm an adult," she says frustrated.
"Show me, then," she says, without any ulterior motives. However, Harvey interprets it differently and swiftly spins her around, pressing her against the shelves, and trapping her with his body.
"Is that what you want?" he growls in her ear, pressing his erection firmly against her.
"Harvey," she gasps, feeling the effect of his hardness against her. "Not having sex at work is a rule we established for ourselves."
"We also made a rule to never talk about strawberries and whipped cream again a long time ago, and I don't think that worked," he says, brushing her hair aside to have access to her neck.
"Harvey, you're only making this worse," she tries to protest, but the damn bastard makes her moan with pleasure as he nibbles on her skin.
"You enjoy angry sex more than I do," he smugly remarks, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts and squeeze them.
"But not at work," she says, searching for whatever willpower she has left.
"Just once," he insists, pushing harder against her, his hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.
"This only proves that you're more childish than I thought, Harvey," she argues, attempting to push him away.
"A kid would never fuck you the way I do," he growls, his warm breath tickling her ear, arousing her even more.
"But a child acts like you, impulsively and without listening to others."
"Donna, stop now," he pleads, finally unbuttoning her shirt to expose her lace-covered breasts.
"You're not going to have sex with me here, Harvey."
"Are you sure?" he chuckles mischievously, licking her neck. "Because you know very well that if you say no, I'll stop. But I don't see you sounding very sure of yourself, do I?"
"Harvey," she whines. "You won't fix this with sex. I really need you to change."
"And I will," he promises.
"Sex doesn't mean I'm not still angry with you."
"Okay, but maybe a good orgasm can help with our headaches, don't you think?"
"Harvey," she laughs and playfully kicks him.
"Tell me to stop, and I will," he repeats, his thumbs gliding over her exposed breasts.
"You know I can't say no to you, you arrogant bastard," she growls. "But just because you fuck me here doesn't mean I'm not mad at you anymore."
"Yes, I understand that," he chuckles against her neck, lowering her bra cups to expose her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. "Does fighting turn you on, too?" he smirks proudly and tugs at her nipples.
"No, idiot. Fighting makes me angry. What turns me on is feeling you so hard without even touching you."
"Yes, that's the power you have over me," he responds, kissing her neck wetly while rolling her nipples between his fingers, eliciting another moan from her.
"And I know you like to put me like that." He adds, further pressing and twisting her hard nipples to make her cry out. "You can't scream, don't you remember where we are?" he laughs mischievously.
"You're so damn stupid." She whimpers, pressing her ass against him, trying to make it serve as retaliation.
"This stupid bastard is going to make you cover your mouth." He responds and nibbles from her shoulder to her neck, while she unbuttons her pants and removes the shirt inside. In one swift move, he spins her around again and kneels in front of her, pulling down pants and panties at the same time. Her fully shaved slit glistens with her juices and he is unable not to lick his lips. "It's good to know that I also have a quick effect on you." He snores and tastes her with his tongue, from bottom to top with a slowness that exasperates her. "And you taste as fucking good as ever." He adds, as she tries to grab hold of her shelves, because he forces her legs apart. Her pussy opens in front of him and he blows softly, making her shudder.
"You always get what you want, huh?" she complains.
"Yes, that's why I'm a damn good lawyer." He responds and licks her again, teasing her as his tongue runs down her entire folds, but he avoids her clit and her entrance, making her quiver with anticipation.
"Harvey," she whimpers again, completely seized with pleasure already. "You can't take all the time in the world."
"Yeah, I can." He responds with a smile and licks her labia again, this time not going too deep, and Donna considers slamming her shoe into his cock. And that's what she does. He wants angry sex? That's what he'll have. "Donna!" he groans, clutching his dick in his hand.
"Eat my pussy," she demands, feeling the wetness and pleasure only increase in her womanhood.
"You kicked my dick!"
"You said you wanted angry sex, didn't you?"
"But that hurt!"
"Eat my pussy." She demands again, grabbing him by his hair to slam his face against her wet pussy. "Come on! Eat it."
Harvey snores against her and does as she asks. "I use my teeth to eat." He murmurs mischievously in his voice, opens her wife's pussy lips with her fingers and begins to nibble and tug at her clit, keeping her between pleasure and pain, a mix that drives her crazy.
"Harvey Specter!" She screams and covers her mouth when she notices it, feeling like her husband is about to disarm her.
He bites her harder and she hits him on the head, she doesn't know if to make him stop or not. She feels her entire body tense, forming an orgasm that she knows will destroy her, and feeling that, with her clitoris still between his teeth, he introduces two fingers inside her and curves them looking for the exact place; she is very sure that it will explode soon.
"Damn it, Harvey!" she says agitated, feeling that her legs will soon betray her and drop her to the ground.
He doesn't say anything, but she knows he's smiling and continues his care until she's blown up.
An electrifying orgasm overwhelms her completely and she is dizzy, making it impossible for her to even remember where they are for a moment.
Harvey licks everything she offers him, also trying to soothe the burning he knows she's feeling now, slides his fingers out and stands up in front of her again.
"So a boy, huh?" he laughs, leaving his wet, shiny fingers upraised.
"I can't even think right now," she replies, still shaken.
"I don't need you to think, just suck my dick."
"As if you deserved it." She rolls her eyes.
"I don't deserve it after what I just did to you?"
"I told you I'm still mad at you." She responds and god, the aftershocks of pleasure still prick her skin.
"You are crueler than I thought."
"And I told you that an orgasm doesn't solve things."
"And two orgasms?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and opening his pants with his free hand. Then he takes his dick out of there and Donna can't resist watching. "Yeah, I know you like to make me this big and hard." She just rolls her eyes, because she is unable to deny it. "Open your mouth." he requests.
"I won't suck your dick."
"No." He responds, excited at the thought he's having. "You will taste yourself." He adds, brushing her lips with his wet fingers, sending a fresh rush of sexual pleasure through her.
She nods, and takes him by the wrist, to lick his fingers delicately, as if it were his cock, but feeling the taste of herself. Donna licks them from bottom to top, encircling his fingertips with her tongue, nibbling on them, then letting him put his fingers inside her mouth, completely, knowing how much he enjoys the sight.
Harvey watches desperately, masturbating himself, strong and hard, with his trunk in his fist, moving his hand as fast as he can.
"Enough," he says when he feels ready to enter her.
"Enough?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
"It's time for your second orgasm, I'll win this." He says and traps her again between the shelves and his body. His throbbing cock making space between her buttocks.
"Do you really think a second orgasm will fix everything?"
"I really do." He says and spanks her, leaving her milky skin red.
"You already have me here, try it." She says because there's no way she's going to slow down now. Saying no more, Harvey separates her legs with his knee and slides fully inside her, making her groan deeply at the feel of him stretching her. "Fuck you, Harvey!" she says, a mixture of sensations invades her and her husband interrupts her thoughts by slapping her ass again.
Harvey propels himself up with one arm gripping the shelf, while the other holds Donna's hips and slaps her butt cheeks each time he fills her completely.
Just a few thrusts are needed to feel that they are set on fire. Everything contributes to the situation in a spectacular way: anger, being half-naked, and having sex in the office.
Donna feels her pussy still sensitive - being bitten by Harvey always makes her that way - and with just him fucking her and hitting her in the right place, she has more than enough.
Harvey, for his part, doesn't take long to have to hold on so as not to cum too soon. The whole situation is much hornier than his mind would have dared to imagine.
But, Donna beats him, she can't take it anymore and lets herself be swept away by the orgasm, which makes her tremble from head to toe.
Harvey lets her enjoy the overwhelming sensation as he feels her pussy contract over and over around his cock and pulls her against his body, his hands on her tits.
"You know we can't leave traces, don't you?" he asks in her ear, feeling her ragged breath against his hands.
"Meaning?" she gasps.
"I'll have to cum in your mouth." He says with a triumphant smile.
Donna laughs and nods, she's not going to fight this. She adjusts her clothes, leaving only a few more buttons on her shirt undone, she kneels on the floor in front of him and grabs his cock with both hands, moving them with some pressure around the circumference of it.
"That orgasm didn't fix things, and sucking your dick won't either." She says and opens her mouth, to slide the tip of his cock inside her, moving her tongue in a circular motion there, while one of her hands presses into the base of his shaft and the other massages below his balls
"Damn," he growls, feeling on edge again. She smiles and nibbles at the tip of his cock, knowing she'll make him swear again. When he thinks she's about to put him in her mouth, she lets go and goes with her mouth to his testicles. There she licks him, and without warning, nibbles and tugs on his skin, just a little retaliation for the way her pussy still burns. "You fucking minx" he moans, the mixture of pain and pleasure washing over him.
"I know," she replies and sucks under there, intending to drive him crazy even a little more.
"Donna-" he pleads. "I don't think you want your face and hair dirty." He gasps. "And I won't be able to hold it much longer." He adds, feeling her bite and tug at his skin one last time.
But, Donna agrees to his request. If they were home, she would continue to torture him, but there are certain things they can't do while at the office.
With a slowness that Harvey hates, Donna wraps her lips around the tip of his cock and lets it slide inside.
Harvey grabs her by the nape, looking at her for her approval, and seeing her nod, he begins the thrusts into her mouth.
And for God's sake, it's one of the hottest images he's ever seen: his wife kneeling in front of him, letting him see her breasts trapped inside the lace, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, with the files room in the background.
Yeah, it's more than he can take.
When he can't take it anymore, he pushes inside her and enjoys the release, concentrating on not closing his eyes to keep that image on his retina, while the pleasure runs through him completely.
Once it feels soft, Donna takes it out of her mouth, wipes it clean, stands up, and without saying anything, walks away from him.
"Are you seriously still mad?" he yells, adjusting his clothes.
Donna just laughs, leaving him wondering.
A while later, Donna texts him:
"At least you were right about something, my headache is gone."
"Great, one point for Harvey. Finally!"
"You're an Idiot."
"I know :)"
"And I'm still mad."
"I will have to work hard tonight, but believe me, I'm insatiable. I always want more from you. And for that, I'll win."
"We'll see…"
Thank you very much for reading, I would love to read what you think about this :)