Starbucks - Harry Osborn x Reader

Yawning softly, you were headed to Starbucks cafe to grab a [ f/d ]. Walking along the streets of New York, you entered the cafe while there was nobody there. You smiled as you looked at the familiar cashier, who simply watched you as you entered the store.

"Hey [ f/n ]! Having the usual today?"

"Yes Marco. Its going to be a long today anyways so make it a venti for me please."

He nodded as he wrote your name down on the size cup, handing to his co/worker with a name tag written on his apron saying: Jean. You sighed as you were putting your wallet back into your purse until your eyes widened at a sudden comment from behind you.

"That's a fine ass.."

You whipped your head around, looking at a man dressed in a suit and sky blue eyes. You glared at him, your hands placing themselves on your hips.

"Excuse me?"

He looked into your [ e/c ] eyes, a smirk plastering itself on his face. He made his way closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist with ease. You were slightly caught off guard as you glared at him, a small blush rising on your cheeks.

"I was hoping if I can get some of that later tonight if you know wha--"

You slapped him across his cheek, glaring at the man as he slightly placed his hand on the cheek you just struck. 

"For your information, if you want to actually know me then have a nice and normal conversation with me. What you are doing is just plain gross!"

You exclaimed, fists clenching as your cheeks were flustered pink. Luckily there was only about two people, Marco and Jean inside the cafe. You huffed a breath as you took your purse, storming out of the coffee house. The man stared as you left, Marco trying to call you out.

"A-Ah, [ f/n ]! Wait up!"

The man looked at the counter that was ready with a venti [ f/d ] and your name written on it. He smirked as he looked at Marco, raising your drink. 

"Is this hers?"

Marco nodded slightly as he smirked, grabbing a paper tray and putting your drink on it along with his.

"Thank you and have a good day."

Was all he said before leaving the cafe with his driver holding his drinks for him. Marco looked at him leave, Jean looking at the same man. Jean sighed as he continued to wipe down the counter, minding his own business. 


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You were walking inside the Oscorp building, storming into the elevator and inside your office. You sighed as you placed yourself on desk chair, opening your eyes and feeling something missing from your hands. You stared at your hands for a little bit before groaning and leaning your head on the head rest, face palming.

"God damnit..I forgot my drink.."

You muttered as you looked at the clock. You sighed as you straightened out your work outfit, standing from your desk chair. You held a tablet with all of your new boss' schedule, trying to make a good impression since you were meeting your new boss today. You took a calm breath and heard the door open, bowing slightly as you heard footsteps enter the office.

"Good morning Mr. Osborn." 

"Well, what do you know."

Your eyes widened as you stood up straight, looking at the familiar man with the sky blue eyes. You groaned further as you sat back down on your office chair, raking your fingers through your hair. 

"Oh, fuck me.."

"I wouldn't mind doing that."

You glared at him with intense anger as you let out another sigh. You stood back up, walking to face him.

"I will be your assistant here at Oscorp. My name is [ f/n ] [ l/n ]. I will be here scheduling your meetings and such sir. If you need anything, just call and I will be right over."

You explained, slightly tapping the tablet here and there. Harry nodded as he slightly brushed past you and slowly making his way to his office. He looked at you (and your butt) and gently placed your drink on your desk. 

"If that is all then I wish you go back to work. I will call you inside in a bit."

You nodded as you turned around slightly surprised to see your drink there. He closed the door to his office, making yourself walk back to your desk. You slightly smirked as you took a sip from your drink, feeling the caffeine run through your body. You sighed with content as you took a seat on your office chair, tapping the small lights on your desk and bringing the word documents to life.

"[ f/n ]?"

You looked at where you were called, getting up and entering his office. His back was facing you as you approached his desk, your hands folded behind your back.

"Yes sir?"

He took a glance over his shoulder, nudging his finger toward himself. You were a bit confused as you took the signal and slowly walked closer, now standing beside his desk. With a sudden tug, you yelped as you landed on his lap, making you look down at the man. Blood rose to your cheeks, making you flustered. Harry smirked as he looked at you, his hand snaking to the back of your neck.

"You have some whip cream on the side of your mouth."

"A-Ah tha--"

"Hold on, I'll get it."

Your lips were then occupied with Harry's, making you blush even more. Your eyes were wide at first, but with feeling the coolness from his lips, you ended up melting in his arms, the once limp arms now wrapped loosely around his shoulders. He slid his tongue inside your mouth, prying your mouth open and bringing your tongue out from its shyness. You moaned ever so slightly as your fingers slightly twitched with pleasure, a bit of drool running down your chin. You were the one that broke the kiss, gently pushing away from him as he moved closer again, licking away the drool that was there. You blushed as you looked at him, Harry smirking with victory.

"We got off the wrong foot. I was hoping that you were available tonight and maybe we can go grab something to eat."

You were catching your breath for a moment before you gasped, climbing off his lap and feeling his stare boring into your back. You fixed your attire, and fixed your hair. You cleared your throat, returning back to your professional state.

"I-I'm sorry but this kind of relationship with you Mr. Osborn is forbidden. G-Good day."

You slightly stuttered before leaving his office. Harry stared at you as he watched you take a seat at your desk and leaning back in your office chair, taking a sip from your Starbucks drink. A small ring was heard, indicating that he had an unread email. He opened it, bringing the email to life.