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Summary: Dean pulls you upstairs at the frat party and wastes no time showing you exactly how badly he wants you. After some heated teasing against the wall, he carries you into an empty bedroom, where the two of you lose yourselves in each other.
A/N: I opened my laptop for five minutes and somehow this happened. As you guys know, my content for the coming month has been planned, but this is an extra post because I've been so obsessed with off campus lately that i just had to write something filthy about it and i couldn't wait to post it. oops, sorry not sorry. enjoy babes x
Word Count: 1392
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY (oral f, p in v)
Dirty talk
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Youโre barely through the door of the frat house when Dean Di Laurentis is on you, crowding you against the nearest wall with that cocky, lopsided grin that always makes your stomach flip. The music from the party downstairs is a dull throb, but up here the hallway is dim and mostly empty, and Deanโs mouth is already at your ear.
โCouldnโt even wait till I finished my beer, huh?โ His voice is low, teasing, warm breath skating over your neck. โYou practically dragged me up the stairs. Desperate much?โ
You shove at his chest, but itโs half-hearted. โSays the guy who followed me like a puppy.โ
Dean laughs, the sound rich and filthy, and his hands slide down to grip your hips, thumbs stroking under the hem of your shirt. โPuppy? Baby, Iโm the one whoโs about to put you on your knees.โ He dips his head and nips at your throat, just hard enough to make you gasp. โOr maybe Iโll keep you right here. Let the whole house hear how loud you get when Iโโ
โDean,โ you warn, but it comes out breathy, and he knows it.
He grins against your skin. โWhat? Donโt like the idea of everyone knowing youโre mine?โ His fingers slip under your shirt, palms hot against your ribs, and he pushes the fabric up until your bra is exposed. He palms your breast through the lace, squeezing just enough to make your back arch. โFuck, these are perfect. Been thinking about them all night.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as his thumb circles your nipple. โYouโre such a perv.โ
โOnly for you.โ He kisses you then, hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to devour you. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. โTurn around.โ
You do, bracing your hands against the wall. Dean steps in close behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans. He grinds against your ass, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. โFeel that? Thatโs what you do to me. Walk around looking like sin and expect me to behave? Not happening.โ
His hands roam, one sliding down to cup you through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm right where you need it. You push back against him, chasing the friction, and he chuckles. โSo needy. Bet youโre already wet for me.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, but your voice shakes.
Dean pops the button on your jeans and drags the zipper down, his fingers slipping inside to stroke you over your panties. He groans when he feels the damp fabric. โKnew it. Soaked. You like the idea of me fucking you right here where anyone could walk by, donโt you?โ
You donโt answer, but your hips rock against his hand, and thatโs answer enough. Dean pushes your jeans and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air hits your bare skin, but his fingers are hot as they slide between your folds, parting you, teasing your clit with light, circling strokes that make your thighs tremble.
โDean, please,โ you breathe, and he laughs again, low and wicked.
โPlease what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.โ
You glare over your shoulder, but itโs ruined by the way your breath hitches when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them just right. โWant you to fuck me. Now.โ
He pumps his fingers slowly, scissoring them, stretching you. โNot yet. Gotta get you ready. Donโt want to hurt my girl.โ He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. โBesides, I like watching you fall apart on my fingers first. So pretty when you come.โ
You moan, head dropping forward as he adds a third finger, thrusting deeper. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, and the dual sensation has you shaking, pushing back against his hand. โDeanโfuckโgonna comeโโ
โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, voice rough. โCome for me. Let me feel it.โ
You do, clenching around his fingers, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean works you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until youโre whimpering from oversensitivity. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. โTastes so fucking good. Could eat you for hours.โ
Before you can recover, heโs spinning you around, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you the few steps to the nearest bedroom, you donโt care whose. He kicks the door shut and drops you onto the bed, already yanking his shirt off. You watch, dazed and hungry, as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip.
Dean climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. โLook at you. All spread out and dripping for me. Bet you want it bad, huh?โ
You reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders. โDean, stop teasing.โ
He just smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit, back and forth, until youโre writhing. โWhatโs the magic word?โ
โFuck you,โ you snap, but thereโs no heat behind it.
Dean laughs, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. โClose enough.โ He lines himself up and pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is perfect, the fullness even better, and you both groan when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. โFuck, you feel incredible. So tight. Gonna ruin me.โ
You clench around him, and he hisses. โDo that again and Iโm not gonna last.โ
โGood,โ you whisper, rolling your hips. โWant you to come inside me.โ
Deanโs eyes darken, and he pulls back before thrusting in hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall, but neither of you care. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you deep and fast, each thrust punching a moan from your throat. โYeah, thatโs it. Take it. Take every inch.โ
You wrap your legs tighter around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Dean leans down, sucking a mark into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. โGonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep youโll feel me for days.โ
The filthy words push you closer to the edge, and you reach between your bodies to rub your clit, chasing your second orgasm. Dean notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his own, thumb circling in time with his thrusts. โLet me. Want to feel you come on my cock.โ
It doesnโt take long. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit sends you spiraling, your walls clenching around him as you come with a cry of his name. Dean fucks you through it, pace faltering as your orgasm milks him, and then heโs groaning, hips stuttering as he comes, hot and thick inside you. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it prolongs your own pleasure until youโre both shaking and spent.
Dean collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, his face buried in your neck. He presses lazy kisses there, murmuring nonsense words of praise. After a moment he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest. His hand strokes your back, soothing, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
โBest decision I ever made, dragging you up here,โ he says, voice rough but fond.
You laugh, breathless, and kiss his jaw. โPretty sure I dragged you.โ
Dean grins, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. โDetails, baby. Details.โ He pulls you closer, already half-hard again against your thigh. โRound two in five?โ
You roll your eyes, but youโre smiling. โYouโre insatiable.โ
โOnly for you,โ he repeats, and this time it sounds like a promise.
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Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
Summary: Dean pulls you upstairs at the frat party and wastes no time showing you exactly how badly he wants you. After some heated teasing against the wall, he carries you into an empty bedroom, where the two of you lose yourselves in each other.
A/N: I opened my laptop for five minutes and somehow this happened. As you guys know, my content for the coming month has been planned, but this is an extra post because I've been so obsessed with off campus lately that i just had to write something filthy about it and i couldn't wait to post it. oops, sorry not sorry. enjoy babes x
Word Count: 1392
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY (oral f, p in v)
Dirty talk
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Youโre barely through the door of the frat house when Dean Di Laurentis is on you, crowding you against the nearest wall with that cocky, lopsided grin that always makes your stomach flip. The music from the party downstairs is a dull throb, but up here the hallway is dim and mostly empty, and Deanโs mouth is already at your ear.
โCouldnโt even wait till I finished my beer, huh?โ His voice is low, teasing, warm breath skating over your neck. โYou practically dragged me up the stairs. Desperate much?โ
You shove at his chest, but itโs half-hearted. โSays the guy who followed me like a puppy.โ
Dean laughs, the sound rich and filthy, and his hands slide down to grip your hips, thumbs stroking under the hem of your shirt. โPuppy? Baby, Iโm the one whoโs about to put you on your knees.โ He dips his head and nips at your throat, just hard enough to make you gasp. โOr maybe Iโll keep you right here. Let the whole house hear how loud you get when Iโโ
โDean,โ you warn, but it comes out breathy, and he knows it.
He grins against your skin. โWhat? Donโt like the idea of everyone knowing youโre mine?โ His fingers slip under your shirt, palms hot against your ribs, and he pushes the fabric up until your bra is exposed. He palms your breast through the lace, squeezing just enough to make your back arch. โFuck, these are perfect. Been thinking about them all night.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as his thumb circles your nipple. โYouโre such a perv.โ
โOnly for you.โ He kisses you then, hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to devour you. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. โTurn around.โ
You do, bracing your hands against the wall. Dean steps in close behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans. He grinds against your ass, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. โFeel that? Thatโs what you do to me. Walk around looking like sin and expect me to behave? Not happening.โ
His hands roam, one sliding down to cup you through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm right where you need it. You push back against him, chasing the friction, and he chuckles. โSo needy. Bet youโre already wet for me.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, but your voice shakes.
Dean pops the button on your jeans and drags the zipper down, his fingers slipping inside to stroke you over your panties. He groans when he feels the damp fabric. โKnew it. Soaked. You like the idea of me fucking you right here where anyone could walk by, donโt you?โ
You donโt answer, but your hips rock against his hand, and thatโs answer enough. Dean pushes your jeans and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air hits your bare skin, but his fingers are hot as they slide between your folds, parting you, teasing your clit with light, circling strokes that make your thighs tremble.
โDean, please,โ you breathe, and he laughs again, low and wicked.
โPlease what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.โ
You glare over your shoulder, but itโs ruined by the way your breath hitches when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them just right. โWant you to fuck me. Now.โ
He pumps his fingers slowly, scissoring them, stretching you. โNot yet. Gotta get you ready. Donโt want to hurt my girl.โ He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. โBesides, I like watching you fall apart on my fingers first. So pretty when you come.โ
You moan, head dropping forward as he adds a third finger, thrusting deeper. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, and the dual sensation has you shaking, pushing back against his hand. โDeanโfuckโgonna comeโโ
โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, voice rough. โCome for me. Let me feel it.โ
You do, clenching around his fingers, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean works you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until youโre whimpering from oversensitivity. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. โTastes so fucking good. Could eat you for hours.โ
Before you can recover, heโs spinning you around, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you the few steps to the nearest bedroom, you donโt care whose. He kicks the door shut and drops you onto the bed, already yanking his shirt off. You watch, dazed and hungry, as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip.
Dean climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. โLook at you. All spread out and dripping for me. Bet you want it bad, huh?โ
You reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders. โDean, stop teasing.โ
He just smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit, back and forth, until youโre writhing. โWhatโs the magic word?โ
โFuck you,โ you snap, but thereโs no heat behind it.
Dean laughs, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. โClose enough.โ He lines himself up and pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is perfect, the fullness even better, and you both groan when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. โFuck, you feel incredible. So tight. Gonna ruin me.โ
You clench around him, and he hisses. โDo that again and Iโm not gonna last.โ
โGood,โ you whisper, rolling your hips. โWant you to come inside me.โ
Deanโs eyes darken, and he pulls back before thrusting in hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall, but neither of you care. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you deep and fast, each thrust punching a moan from your throat. โYeah, thatโs it. Take it. Take every inch.โ
You wrap your legs tighter around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Dean leans down, sucking a mark into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. โGonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep youโll feel me for days.โ
The filthy words push you closer to the edge, and you reach between your bodies to rub your clit, chasing your second orgasm. Dean notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his own, thumb circling in time with his thrusts. โLet me. Want to feel you come on my cock.โ
It doesnโt take long. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit sends you spiraling, your walls clenching around him as you come with a cry of his name. Dean fucks you through it, pace faltering as your orgasm milks him, and then heโs groaning, hips stuttering as he comes, hot and thick inside you. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it prolongs your own pleasure until youโre both shaking and spent.
Dean collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, his face buried in your neck. He presses lazy kisses there, murmuring nonsense words of praise. After a moment he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest. His hand strokes your back, soothing, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
โBest decision I ever made, dragging you up here,โ he says, voice rough but fond.
You laugh, breathless, and kiss his jaw. โPretty sure I dragged you.โ
Dean grins, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. โDetails, baby. Details.โ He pulls you closer, already half-hard again against your thigh. โRound two in five?โ
You roll your eyes, but youโre smiling. โYouโre insatiable.โ
โOnly for you,โ he repeats, and this time it sounds like a promise.
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Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
Summary: When you challenge Harry to a game of pool at a dimly lit bar after hours, you donโt expect him to be this competitive. Or this handsy. One minute heโs teasing you for your lousy aim, and the next your skirt is hitched up on the felt and he's showing you exactly how to use your hips for leverage. Turns out, Harry plays dirty, and he plays to win.
A/N: okAYYYY so this might be the filthiest thing iโve ever written??? idk who i thought i was giving harry a praise kink AND a competition kink AND a bar he can rent out apparently lmao but here we are ๐ i hope this fic gives โinappropriate behavior on public furnitureโ in the best way possible.
also: i would never recover if harry actually said โlet me show you how good i am with a stick,โ iโm just saying.
Word Count: 5,1k
Warnings:ย
NSFW / explicit smut
Semi-public setting (bar after hours)
Pool table sex (penetration + fingering)
Light dom!Harry (control, possessiveness)
Degrading praise (e.g., โmy filthy girlโ)
Hair-pulling, spanking, rough sex
Praise kink
Creampie (no protection)
Reader wears a skirt (easy access ๐)
Dirty talk (filthy, detailed)
Slight breathplay (hand on throat optional)
No mention of aftercare protection or consent conversations
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The door clicked shut behind you, the weight of it sealing off the rest of the world with a soft thud. The bar was dimly lit and quiet, music low and slow in the background. Every bottle behind the counter caught the light like a wink. You took in the empty room, brows raised. โYou rented the whole place?โ you asked, turning to Harry.
He leaned against the wall near the jukebox, hands tucked in the pockets of his black slacks, shirt sleeves pushed up just enough to show off the tattoos on his forearms. His grin was lazy, smug. โCourse I did. Wanted you all to myself. Canโt have some random bloke distracting you with his mediocre flirting while Iโm busy being charming.โ
You snorted, walking deeper into the room. โYou? Charming? Thatโs generous.โ He shrugged like he didnโt mind the jab. โFigured youโd say that. But youโre here, arenโt you?โ
โFree drinks and a private bar?โ you said, glancing over your shoulder. โYou couldโve been a little less cocky about it and I still wouldโve said yes.โ He sauntered over, the sound of his boots low against the wood floors. โCโmon. You like the cocky.โ You let your eyes rake over him slowly, pretending to think. โI like knowing you think youโre in control.โ Harryโs smirk twitched wider, a spark behind his eyes. โSounds like someoneโs asking to be humbled.โ
He stopped beside the pool table, tapping the felt. โWhat do you say we make this interesting?โ
You tilted your head. โInteresting how?โ
โWe play. Loser owes the winner a favor. No questions asked.โ
You narrowed your eyes. โYou really banking on me being bad at pool?โ
โIโm banking on you being a little competitive,โ he said, reaching for a cue and handing it to you. โAnd a lot of fun when you lose.โ
You took it with a scoff. โConfidenceโs cute on you.โ
โSoโs that little eye-roll you just did.โ
The banter buzzed between you like a live wire, easy and sharp. The kind of rhythm that only came with tension right under the surface. You leaned over the table to break, feeling his eyes on you the second your ass tilted up. You made the shot clean, balls scattering with a satisfying crack. One striped ball sunk into the corner pocket.
You grinned, straightening up. โGuess Iโm stripes.โ
Harry stepped closer, cue in hand. โMight let you have the first one. Keep it fair.โ
You stepped aside with an exaggerated bow. โHow noble.โ
His shot missed by a hair, and you didnโt hide your grin.
โSlipping already?โ
He rested the cue against his shoulder and gave you a look that was all teeth. โJust warming up.โ
Your next shot missed, and before you could reposition, Harry moved in behind you.
โHold up. Youโre gripping it too tight,โ he said, his voice low beside your ear. He reached around, one hand sliding over yours on the cue, the other resting lightly on your hip. โLoosen your hands a little.โ
You froze for a second at how close he was. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, the soft brush of his breath.
โThis partโs important,โ he murmured. โYou want control, not tension.โ
His fingers adjusted your grip, slow and deliberate. You glanced down, catching the way his pinky grazed along yours before it dropped back to your hip.
โSure this isnโt just your excuse to grope me?โ
His laugh was quiet, rich. โI donโt need an excuse. But thanks for pretending I do.โ
You leaned forward, deliberately slow, letting your ass push back just a little against him. His hand tightened on your hip, subtle but noticeable.
โOops,โ you said, over your shoulder. โWas that too much tension?โ
Harryโs smile was practically audible. โStarting to think you like playing dirty.โ
โI like winning.โ
You made your shot, this one clean again. Another stripe dropped into a side pocket.
He watched the ball disappear, eyes narrowing.
โYouโre not terrible at this,โ he said.
You leaned the cue against the table, crossing your arms. โYou were expecting me to be?โ
โNo. Just hoping. Watching you bend over the tableโs doing something to me.โ
You tried not to smile. โWow. So original.โ
โI didnโt say I was trying to be original. Just honest.โ
He circled the table for his next shot, clearly aiming just to make a show of it. His shirt pulled tight across his back as he bent forward, shooting with flair. The ball sunk effortlessly.
You clapped slowly. โVery dramatic.โ
He straightened up, cue spinning in his fingers. โYou liked it.โ
You didnโt answer, just walked around to size up your next shot. The heat between you simmered, thick and heavy. He was close again before you even noticed, his hand grazing yours when you reached for your cue.
โNeed another lesson?โ he asked.
โI think Iโm good.โ
Harry stepped back, palms up. โDidnโt want to overstep.โ
โToo late for that.โ
He laughed, eyes dropping to your lips before meeting your gaze again. โYou saying Iโm getting to you?โ
โIโm saying if you keep talking, you might lose on purpose.โ
โThat a threat or a promise?โ
โTry me.โ
He watched you shoot, then leaned down to whisper as you lined up the ball.
โIf I win, Iโm cashing in on that bet immediately.โ
You didnโt even look at him. โThat so?โ
โYeah. Gonna ask for something real specific.โ
You turned slowly, keeping your cue pressed against the table, chin up.
โWhat makes you so sure youโre gonna win?โ
Harry stepped in again, close enough to make your skin buzz.
โBecause,โ he said, voice low, โI always win when I really want to.โ
The air between you felt electric. His hand brushed your waist again, fingers pressing lightly as he walked past to take his turn.
You watched him move around the table with that same easy confidence, that barely restrained smirk like he already knew how this was going to end. He lined up a shot, took his time with it, and missed by a mile.
You blinked. โYou seriously just whiffed that?โ
Harry stepped back like it didnโt bother him in the slightest. โGuess I got distracted.โ
You raised a brow. โBy what, your own reflection?โ
He tilted his head, eyes sweeping slowly down your body like he was mentally undressing you right there. โBy you, sweetheart. Didnโt exactly account for the view when I planned on winning.โ
You rolled your eyes but didnโt bother hiding the smile that tugged at your lips. Picking up your cue, you sauntered around the table, letting your hips sway just enough. He noticed. Of course he noticed.
As you bent over to line up your shot, his voice followed you.
โGod, that ass should be illegal.โ
You paused, cue still in hand. โYou always this poetic?โ
โOnly when inspired.โ
You sank the ball with a soft thud, feeling his stare heat up your skin. When you stood, he was already closer again. Too close to be innocent, not close enough to be obvious. His fingers ghosted over the back of your thigh when he reached past you for his drink.
โYouโre letting me win,โ you said, turning to face him.
He raised his glass. โWould I do that?โ
โYou missed a shot you couldโve made blindfolded.โ
Harry licked his bottom lip, eyes dropping to your chest before flicking back up. โMaybe I just like watching you gloat.โ
You stepped in until your body almost touched his, cue resting casually against your shoulder. โMaybe youโre trying to get me cocky so you can knock me down later.โ
He leaned forward just enough that his breath tickled your cheek. โWouldnโt dream of knocking you down. Iโd lay you out nice and slow.โ
Your pulse kicked up at that, but you held your ground, chin tilted.
โBig words for someone who just scratched.โ
Harryโs grin was wolfish as he backed off, letting you take the next shot. This one needed a bit more aim, so you leaned over the table again. His gaze burned into you like a spotlight.
โBend a little lower for me,โ he said, voice rougher now. โThatโs it.โ
You ignored him. Mostly. You lined up the cue, focused on the angle, but couldnโt pretend you didnโt feel the heat of his stare. Or the way he stepped closer, just enough for his hand to slide along the back of your thigh again.
โGotta say,โ he murmured, โthis might be my new favorite angle.โ
โGetting bolder, huh?โ
โCanโt help it when you keep tempting me.โ
You made the shot, one ball clicking neatly into the corner pocket. You were halfway to standing when his hand slid higher this time, just above your knee. Just enough to make you forget whatever clever comeback you were about to throw at him.
โSeriously?โ you said, but it came out breathier than you meant.
He didnโt even flinch. โJust helping you keep your form.โ
โYou touching me is not part of the rules.โ
Harry stepped in again, sliding his hand along your hip, that cocky smirk fully intact.
โDidnโt realize you were such a stickler for rules.โ
You opened your mouth to answer, but he was already behind you, reaching for the cue with you still holding it. His chest brushed your back as he leaned down, guiding your hands again. This time, his knuckles skimmed right over the swell of your cleavage, slow and deliberate.
โArms a little wider,โ he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear. โHelps with stability.โ
You froze, cue nearly slipping from your grip.
โYouโre impossible,โ you muttered, though you didnโt move away.
His hands moved lower, adjusting your grip again, thumbs brushing along the insides of your wrists like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like this was part of the game.
When you leaned down again, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your spine, his hips pressed against you from behind. No more pretending. He didnโt move right away, just let the weight of him settle against you. The hard press of him through his slacks sent a jolt straight through your core.
Your breath caught. โHarry.โ
He hummed like he didnโt hear you, hands still on your hips. He rolled his hips once, slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
โJust correcting your stance,โ he said, barely above a whisper. โYou were a little off.โ
You straightened, cue forgotten, eyes narrowing.
โYou do that again, I swear to Godโฆโ
He arched a brow, tilting his head. โYouโll what?โ
You turned to face him, chest rising fast, your body already buzzing. โYouโre playing a dangerous game.โ
Harry leaned in, nose brushing yours. โYeah? Feels like weโre both playing.โ
He didnโt kiss you. Not yet. Just lingered there, breathing you in like he wanted to memorize the moment before things tipped too far.
The table sat between you and the rest of the empty bar, but it felt like the only thing grounding you. He looked at you like he already owned the outcome, and maybe you were starting to believe it too.
You picked up the cue again just to have something to do with your hands, but he stopped you, palm over yours.
โNo more pool,โ he said, voice low and sure. โUnless I get to play you instead.โ
Your breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and Harry saw it. His thumb brushed your wrist like he hadnโt just said the filthiest thing imaginable. He was close enough that your knees bumped his legs, close enough that your senses were full of him. His cologne, the heat coming off his skin, the way his eyes never dipped from yours. You didnโt move, didnโt speak, just waited.
He didnโt make you wait long.
You barely finished inhaling before he spun you gently, guiding you back until the edge of the table hit behind your thighs. The cue slipped from your grip and clattered to the floor, forgotten. His hands were already on your hips, his mouth grazing your neck.
โYou made a good shot,โ he said against your skin.
Your fingers curled into his shirt, trying to keep some sense of balance. โYeah, I noticed.โ
He smiled into your throat, then nipped just below your jaw. โLet me show you how good I am with a stick, sweetheart.โ
The words hit you low, rough and velvet all at once. You didnโt even have time to respond before he crashed his mouth against yours. It wasnโt slow or sweet or tentative. His mouth moved like heโd been dying to do it all night. Tongue sliding past your lips, hands gripping your waist so tight you felt it in your spine.
You kissed him back with every ounce of bite in your body, tugging at his shirt, nails dragging up his arms. He groaned into your mouth, low and filthy, and it only spurred you on. You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him closer as your hips rolled against his. He was already hard, thick and pulsing against your stomach, and the friction lit something under your skin.
His hand slid into your hair, fingers curling just enough to make you gasp. He used that opening to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, biting it before letting it go.
โBeen dying to shut you up like that,โ he muttered.
You smirked against his mouth. โGonna take more than that.โ
โOh, I plan to.โ
Harryโs hands found the hem of your dress, sliding up your thighs like he had every right to. You hopped up onto the edge of the table without breaking the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs tracing circles into your skin. The sound of your breaths tangled with the quiet thump of music still playing somewhere behind the bar.
Your legs spread, knees falling open around him, and you tilted your hips forward just enough.
โFuck,โ he breathed, eyes dropping like he couldnโt help it. โYouโre not wearing tights, are you?โ
โDo I look like someone who wears tights to a private bar?โ
He didnโt answer. His hand was already sliding between your thighs, up the inside of one, slow like he wanted to memorize every inch. When he reached the edge of your panties, he paused, rubbing his thumb over the damp fabric with maddening laziness.
โGod,โ he muttered. โYouโre soaked. Sitting here like this, all smug, acting like youโre in control when youโre dripping for me.โ
You tried not to whimper. Failed.
โI bet youโve been like this since the second I stood behind you,โ he went on, voice low and rough. โSince I touched your hips. Since I whispered in your ear.โ
Your back arched involuntarily, grinding into his hand, and he growled in approval. He pushed the thin lace to the side, exposing you just enough for the air to hit your slick skin.
โJesus,โ he said, fingers barely brushing your folds. โLook at you.โ
You tried to pull him closer, but he stayed right where he was. One hand on your thigh, the other teasing the edge of you, slipping just the tip of his finger in before pulling back.
โSay it,โ he said.
You blinked. โSay what?โ
โSay you want me.โ
โI want you.โ
โSay you need me to touch you.โ
โHarry,โ you warned, breath shaking. โTouch me.โ
That smirk returned, dark and satisfied, and his fingers finally pushed in. One at first, deep and slow, curling just right. You let out a broken sound and his whole body shuddered like he felt it too.
โYeah,โ he said, voice thick. โThatโs it. Just like that.โ
His mouth dropped to your neck again, sucking a bruise into your skin while his fingers worked in and out of you, pace picking up with every moan you gave him. He whispered things between kisses. What he was going to do to you. How you looked with your legs spread on the felt. How you were the prettiest thing heโd ever had in his hands.
You didnโt feel like teasing anymore. Not when every word from him made your body tighten. Not when his fingers dragged against just the right spot and had your hips bucking forward.
He pulled back slightly to watch, eyes heavy-lidded. โLook at you. Fucking dripping for me all over this table.โ
Your thighs trembled. His mouth brushed yours again, soft this time, almost reverent.
โIโm not stopping till you come,โ he said. โNot even close.โ
Your response was a gasp, the kind you couldnโt help. His fingers were still deep inside you, moving with a rhythm that was getting more deliberate, more hungry. Every curl of them hit something inside you that made your toes curl against the edge of the table. He watched your face, not blinking, like he was reading every twitch and breath and moan to fine-tune exactly how to ruin you.
You tried to close your legs around his hand out of sheer instinct, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your gut. He didnโt let you. His free hand gripped your thigh, keeping you wide open for him, letting the air hit you every time his fingers slid out, slick and shameless.
โLook at me,โ he said.
Your head dropped forward against his shoulder, but he tipped your chin up with his thumb. His eyes pinned you in place. His fingers didnโt stop, didnโt slow.
โLook at me while I make you come.โ
You did, eyes glassy, lip caught between your teeth.
He smiled, slow and crooked. โThatโs my girl.โ
Your body clenched around him, everything inside you tightening with every thrust of his fingers. Your hands gripped the edge of the table behind you, knuckles white.
โYouโre fucking soaked,โ he said, voice thick. โI could make you come like this all night. Youโd let me, wouldnโt you?โ
You tried to answer but it just came out as a whimper, thighs trembling harder now, breath catching.
His thumb brushed over your clit just once and you broke.
It started low in your belly and ripped through you like a wave. Your legs shook, mouth falling open in a soundless cry before the moans caught up. Harry didnโt stop moving, kept curling his fingers through the aftershocks, watching your face like it was his favorite movie.
When you finally exhaled, limp and buzzing, he pulled his fingers from you slow, wet, dripping.
โHoly shit,โ you breathed, blinking hard like you needed to come back to earth.
Harry brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, groaning like heโd just tasted dessert after a week of starving.
โFuck, you taste like winning.โ
You laughed, breathless and wrecked. โThatโs disgusting.โ
He grinned, wiping his hand on your thigh. โYou love it.โ
You didnโt argue.
He stepped back just long enough to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough to free himself. You caught a glimpse of him, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. It made your mouth go dry.
โYou sure?โ he asked, voice quieter now, but not unsure. He knew your answer. Just wanted to hear you say it.
You nodded, legs spreading again, dress bunched up around your waist. โGet in me.โ
Harry didnโt need to be told twice. He stepped between your thighs, one hand wrapping around himself to guide in. The moment the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, both of you exhaled like it had been building all night. Because it had.
He slid in slow, letting you feel every inch, watching your face the whole time. Your hands flew to his shoulders, digging in as he stretched you open. He groaned, forehead dropping to yours.
โJesus. So fucking tight.โ
You held onto him, panting. โYouโre big.โ
His smirk came back. โSay it again.โ
You rolled your eyes but your voice was already thinner, needier. โYouโre big, Harry.โ
โYeah?โ He started thrusting, hips snapping forward in slow, deep rolls. โIs that why youโre gripping me like this?โ
You moaned, digging your nails into his arms as he fucked into you. The edge of the table dug into your ass, but you didnโt care. All you could think about was the way he filled you, the stretch and drag of him hitting that perfect spot.
โRide me,โ he said, pulling back just enough to sit on the edge of the bar stool behind him. โCome on, pretty girl. Show me how bad you want it.โ
You climbed on without hesitation, straddling his lap, hands braced on his chest. He slid back in with a low groan, hands gripping your hips.
You rocked against him, the angle deeper now, friction sharp and hot. His head fell back as you moved, watching you like you were the only thing that mattered.
โFuck, look at you,โ he murmured. โBouncing on my cock like you were made for it.โ
You kissed him again, messy and hungry, hips working faster now. Every thrust rubbed your clit just right, had your body singing. He met you stroke for stroke, hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat so he could kiss down it, bite it.
You clenched around him and he groaned like it hurt.
โThatโs it. Just like that. My good girl.โ
His praise hit you harder than it should have. Your moans got louder, pace picking up. You were right there again, closer than you thought youโd be this fast.
Before you could tip over, Harry gripped your waist and flipped you, bending you over the table without warning. Your cheek hit the cool felt, hands splayed in front of you.
You barely had time to breathe before he pushed back inside, fucking you from behind with a force that made the table creak.
โGod, look at you,โ he growled. โDripping for me all over this fucking table.โ
He reached forward, grabbed your hair, yanked your head up just enough to turn it. There was a mirror behind the bar, angled just right. You saw yourself reflected, face flushed, lips parted, body arched with Harry pounding into you.
Your eyes locked with his in the mirror.
โWatch yourself,โ he said, voice low and wrecked. โLook how fucking ruined you are.โ
His hand landed on your ass with a loud smack, the sting sharp and addictive. You gasped, hips pushing back into him.
โSay my name.โ
โHarry.โ
โLouder.โ
โHarry, fuck.โ
He growled again, thrusts rougher now, every stroke hitting deeper.
โYouโre taking me so good,โ he said, voice rough. โSuch a good girl for me.โ
You came hard, legs shaking, face pressed into the table as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, groaning your name, grip tight on your hips.
โIโm close,โ he warned. โGonna fill you up, yeah? Take it all like the good little slut you are.โ
You moaned, nodding, too far gone to care about anything but the way he made you feel.
Harry buried himself deep one last time and came with a low, broken sound, holding you tight against him while he spilled inside. You felt every pulse, every twitch.
Neither of you moved right away. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the low hum of music.
You were completely wrecked, and he hadnโt even taken his shirt off.
Your body was limp, every nerve buzzing, but he didnโt slow down. He stayed deep, steady, breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in closer, chest against your back. The weight of him, the sound of his ragged breathing in your ear, the wet slap of skin meeting skinโit was all so much, too much, not enough.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he pulled out and turned you around, his hands strong and sure as he guided you to the edge again. Your legs fell open without thinking, still trembling. You were already oversensitive, twitching with every touch, but when he slid back inside, you let out a sharp gasp and grabbed at his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.
โStill so tight,โ he muttered, teeth dragging along your jaw. โStill so fucking wet.โ
You were soaked. Your thighs, the felt beneath you, his cock. Everything slick and hot. You wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. He didnโt flinch when you bit his lip. He groaned, fucked you harder.
Your hips met his, your body rocking forward with each brutal thrust. You felt every inch of him, every snap of his hips, every filthy thing he whispered against your lips.
โYou can come again for me,โ he said, voice thick. โI know you can.โ
You didnโt think you could. You were spent, raw, barely holding it together. Then he shifted his angle, lifted one of your legs up over his arm, and hit something that made your eyes roll back.
Your moan broke into something high and wrecked.
โRight there?โ he asked. โThatโs the spot, huh?โ
You nodded, head falling back, mouth open. His hand gripped your jaw, pulling your face back to his.
โSay it.โ
โRight there,โ you choked out. โFuck, right there.โ
โYouโre so pretty like this,โ he growled. โMouth open, pussy gripping me like you were made for it.โ
The words sent another wave through you. It started as pressure in your belly, built fast, and snapped hard. Your second orgasm hit quicker than the first, more violent. You cried out his name, clawed at his shoulders, shaking through it while he held you down and fucked you deeper.
He didnโt give you time to recover. He pulled you forward, turned you over again, bent you back onto your hands and knees. Your cheek hit the table as he slammed back into you from behind, pace rough and relentless.
The sound of your bodies, the slap of him against you, filled the room. He gripped your hips like he was trying to mold your shape into his hands.
โLook at this pussy,โ he panted. โTaking every inch. So greedy for me.โ
You whimpered, everything inside you unraveling. He reached forward, grabbed your hair again, pulled your head up so you could see yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looked ruined. Hair messy, mouth parted, eyes barely able to focus.
โLook at you,โ he said, voice like gravel. โDripping for me. Getting fucked like this on a goddamn pool table.โ
You could barely hold yourself up, but he wasnโt letting you fall. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his cock driving into you from below now with rough, deep thrusts.
โYouโre gonna come again,โ he growled in your ear. โGive it to me.โ
You didnโt even fight it. Your body was on fire, every part of you shaking, the overstimulation tipping you right into your third orgasm. You came with a broken sob, your legs giving out as your body locked up around him.
Harry swore under his breath, still moving through your release, chasing his own. He was getting close. You felt the way he twitched inside you, how his thrusts lost their rhythm, how his grip on your hips turned punishing.
He buried himself deep one final time, groaning into your shoulder, holding you tight as he came. Hot and thick, spilling into you in slow pulses, filling you up while his breath stuttered against your skin.
He stayed there for a moment, both of you too spent to move, bodies tangled, breath ragged. You felt the mess dripping between your legs and didnโt care. The only thing that existed was him and the table and the way your heart was still racing.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, with a groan that sounded like regret. You winced, your thighs trembling, completely boneless now. He leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
โYou alright?โ he asked, voice softer now, hand stroking your side.
โBarely,โ you muttered into the felt.
He chuckled, warm and low, and disappeared for a second. You heard the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of a bar towel being pulled down, then felt it against your thighs as he cleaned you up, careful and quiet.
โI should be offended at how much of a mess I made,โ he said. โBut Iโm kinda proud.โ
You turned your head to look at him, hair stuck to your cheek. โKinda?โ
โAlright, very proud.โ
You let him wipe you down, let him ease you off the table and into his lap when he sat back on the barstool. His hands never stopped moving, one stroking your thigh, the other brushing sweaty strands from your face.
โThat was,โ you started, but trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow. โEarth-shattering? Life-altering?โ
โAbsolutely unnecessary,โ you said, trying to keep a straight face.
He smirked. โCome on, admit it. Best game of pool youโve ever played.โ
You snorted. โTechnically, I won.โ
Harry shifted, reached behind you, and grabbed the black 8 ball off the table. He twirled it between his fingers, kissed your temple, and slid it into his pocket.
โSouvenir,โ he said, winking. โTold you I play to win.โ
You shook your head, completely wrecked and somehow still smiling. You leaned into him, breathing him in, still catching your breath.
โNext time,โ you said, lips against his throat, โweโre doing this on the bar.โ
He laughed, arms wrapping tighter around you.
โGame on.โ
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Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
Summary: When you challenge Harry to a game of pool at a dimly lit bar after hours, you donโt expect him to be this competitive. Or this handsy. One minute heโs teasing you for your lousy aim, and the next your skirt is hitched up on the felt and he's showing you exactly how to use your hips for leverage. Turns out, Harry plays dirty, and he plays to win.
A/N: okAYYYY so this might be the filthiest thing iโve ever written??? idk who i thought i was giving harry a praise kink AND a competition kink AND a bar he can rent out apparently lmao but here we are ๐ i hope this fic gives โinappropriate behavior on public furnitureโ in the best way possible.
also: i would never recover if harry actually said โlet me show you how good i am with a stick,โ iโm just saying.
Word Count: 5,1k
Warnings:ย
NSFW / explicit smut
Semi-public setting (bar after hours)
Pool table sex (penetration + fingering)
Light dom!Harry (control, possessiveness)
Degrading praise (e.g., โmy filthy girlโ)
Hair-pulling, spanking, rough sex
Praise kink
Creampie (no protection)
Reader wears a skirt (easy access ๐)
Dirty talk (filthy, detailed)
Slight breathplay (hand on throat optional)
No mention of aftercare protection or consent conversations
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The door clicked shut behind you, the weight of it sealing off the rest of the world with a soft thud. The bar was dimly lit and quiet, music low and slow in the background. Every bottle behind the counter caught the light like a wink. You took in the empty room, brows raised. โYou rented the whole place?โ you asked, turning to Harry.
He leaned against the wall near the jukebox, hands tucked in the pockets of his black slacks, shirt sleeves pushed up just enough to show off the tattoos on his forearms. His grin was lazy, smug. โCourse I did. Wanted you all to myself. Canโt have some random bloke distracting you with his mediocre flirting while Iโm busy being charming.โ
You snorted, walking deeper into the room. โYou? Charming? Thatโs generous.โ He shrugged like he didnโt mind the jab. โFigured youโd say that. But youโre here, arenโt you?โ
โFree drinks and a private bar?โ you said, glancing over your shoulder. โYou couldโve been a little less cocky about it and I still wouldโve said yes.โ He sauntered over, the sound of his boots low against the wood floors. โCโmon. You like the cocky.โ You let your eyes rake over him slowly, pretending to think. โI like knowing you think youโre in control.โ Harryโs smirk twitched wider, a spark behind his eyes. โSounds like someoneโs asking to be humbled.โ
He stopped beside the pool table, tapping the felt. โWhat do you say we make this interesting?โ
You tilted your head. โInteresting how?โ
โWe play. Loser owes the winner a favor. No questions asked.โ
You narrowed your eyes. โYou really banking on me being bad at pool?โ
โIโm banking on you being a little competitive,โ he said, reaching for a cue and handing it to you. โAnd a lot of fun when you lose.โ
You took it with a scoff. โConfidenceโs cute on you.โ
โSoโs that little eye-roll you just did.โ
The banter buzzed between you like a live wire, easy and sharp. The kind of rhythm that only came with tension right under the surface. You leaned over the table to break, feeling his eyes on you the second your ass tilted up. You made the shot clean, balls scattering with a satisfying crack. One striped ball sunk into the corner pocket.
You grinned, straightening up. โGuess Iโm stripes.โ
Harry stepped closer, cue in hand. โMight let you have the first one. Keep it fair.โ
You stepped aside with an exaggerated bow. โHow noble.โ
His shot missed by a hair, and you didnโt hide your grin.
โSlipping already?โ
He rested the cue against his shoulder and gave you a look that was all teeth. โJust warming up.โ
Your next shot missed, and before you could reposition, Harry moved in behind you.
โHold up. Youโre gripping it too tight,โ he said, his voice low beside your ear. He reached around, one hand sliding over yours on the cue, the other resting lightly on your hip. โLoosen your hands a little.โ
You froze for a second at how close he was. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, the soft brush of his breath.
โThis partโs important,โ he murmured. โYou want control, not tension.โ
His fingers adjusted your grip, slow and deliberate. You glanced down, catching the way his pinky grazed along yours before it dropped back to your hip.
โSure this isnโt just your excuse to grope me?โ
His laugh was quiet, rich. โI donโt need an excuse. But thanks for pretending I do.โ
You leaned forward, deliberately slow, letting your ass push back just a little against him. His hand tightened on your hip, subtle but noticeable.
โOops,โ you said, over your shoulder. โWas that too much tension?โ
Harryโs smile was practically audible. โStarting to think you like playing dirty.โ
โI like winning.โ
You made your shot, this one clean again. Another stripe dropped into a side pocket.
He watched the ball disappear, eyes narrowing.
โYouโre not terrible at this,โ he said.
You leaned the cue against the table, crossing your arms. โYou were expecting me to be?โ
โNo. Just hoping. Watching you bend over the tableโs doing something to me.โ
You tried not to smile. โWow. So original.โ
โI didnโt say I was trying to be original. Just honest.โ
He circled the table for his next shot, clearly aiming just to make a show of it. His shirt pulled tight across his back as he bent forward, shooting with flair. The ball sunk effortlessly.
You clapped slowly. โVery dramatic.โ
He straightened up, cue spinning in his fingers. โYou liked it.โ
You didnโt answer, just walked around to size up your next shot. The heat between you simmered, thick and heavy. He was close again before you even noticed, his hand grazing yours when you reached for your cue.
โNeed another lesson?โ he asked.
โI think Iโm good.โ
Harry stepped back, palms up. โDidnโt want to overstep.โ
โToo late for that.โ
He laughed, eyes dropping to your lips before meeting your gaze again. โYou saying Iโm getting to you?โ
โIโm saying if you keep talking, you might lose on purpose.โ
โThat a threat or a promise?โ
โTry me.โ
He watched you shoot, then leaned down to whisper as you lined up the ball.
โIf I win, Iโm cashing in on that bet immediately.โ
You didnโt even look at him. โThat so?โ
โYeah. Gonna ask for something real specific.โ
You turned slowly, keeping your cue pressed against the table, chin up.
โWhat makes you so sure youโre gonna win?โ
Harry stepped in again, close enough to make your skin buzz.
โBecause,โ he said, voice low, โI always win when I really want to.โ
The air between you felt electric. His hand brushed your waist again, fingers pressing lightly as he walked past to take his turn.
You watched him move around the table with that same easy confidence, that barely restrained smirk like he already knew how this was going to end. He lined up a shot, took his time with it, and missed by a mile.
You blinked. โYou seriously just whiffed that?โ
Harry stepped back like it didnโt bother him in the slightest. โGuess I got distracted.โ
You raised a brow. โBy what, your own reflection?โ
He tilted his head, eyes sweeping slowly down your body like he was mentally undressing you right there. โBy you, sweetheart. Didnโt exactly account for the view when I planned on winning.โ
You rolled your eyes but didnโt bother hiding the smile that tugged at your lips. Picking up your cue, you sauntered around the table, letting your hips sway just enough. He noticed. Of course he noticed.
As you bent over to line up your shot, his voice followed you.
โGod, that ass should be illegal.โ
You paused, cue still in hand. โYou always this poetic?โ
โOnly when inspired.โ
You sank the ball with a soft thud, feeling his stare heat up your skin. When you stood, he was already closer again. Too close to be innocent, not close enough to be obvious. His fingers ghosted over the back of your thigh when he reached past you for his drink.
โYouโre letting me win,โ you said, turning to face him.
He raised his glass. โWould I do that?โ
โYou missed a shot you couldโve made blindfolded.โ
Harry licked his bottom lip, eyes dropping to your chest before flicking back up. โMaybe I just like watching you gloat.โ
You stepped in until your body almost touched his, cue resting casually against your shoulder. โMaybe youโre trying to get me cocky so you can knock me down later.โ
He leaned forward just enough that his breath tickled your cheek. โWouldnโt dream of knocking you down. Iโd lay you out nice and slow.โ
Your pulse kicked up at that, but you held your ground, chin tilted.
โBig words for someone who just scratched.โ
Harryโs grin was wolfish as he backed off, letting you take the next shot. This one needed a bit more aim, so you leaned over the table again. His gaze burned into you like a spotlight.
โBend a little lower for me,โ he said, voice rougher now. โThatโs it.โ
You ignored him. Mostly. You lined up the cue, focused on the angle, but couldnโt pretend you didnโt feel the heat of his stare. Or the way he stepped closer, just enough for his hand to slide along the back of your thigh again.
โGotta say,โ he murmured, โthis might be my new favorite angle.โ
โGetting bolder, huh?โ
โCanโt help it when you keep tempting me.โ
You made the shot, one ball clicking neatly into the corner pocket. You were halfway to standing when his hand slid higher this time, just above your knee. Just enough to make you forget whatever clever comeback you were about to throw at him.
โSeriously?โ you said, but it came out breathier than you meant.
He didnโt even flinch. โJust helping you keep your form.โ
โYou touching me is not part of the rules.โ
Harry stepped in again, sliding his hand along your hip, that cocky smirk fully intact.
โDidnโt realize you were such a stickler for rules.โ
You opened your mouth to answer, but he was already behind you, reaching for the cue with you still holding it. His chest brushed your back as he leaned down, guiding your hands again. This time, his knuckles skimmed right over the swell of your cleavage, slow and deliberate.
โArms a little wider,โ he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear. โHelps with stability.โ
You froze, cue nearly slipping from your grip.
โYouโre impossible,โ you muttered, though you didnโt move away.
His hands moved lower, adjusting your grip again, thumbs brushing along the insides of your wrists like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like this was part of the game.
When you leaned down again, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your spine, his hips pressed against you from behind. No more pretending. He didnโt move right away, just let the weight of him settle against you. The hard press of him through his slacks sent a jolt straight through your core.
Your breath caught. โHarry.โ
He hummed like he didnโt hear you, hands still on your hips. He rolled his hips once, slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
โJust correcting your stance,โ he said, barely above a whisper. โYou were a little off.โ
You straightened, cue forgotten, eyes narrowing.
โYou do that again, I swear to Godโฆโ
He arched a brow, tilting his head. โYouโll what?โ
You turned to face him, chest rising fast, your body already buzzing. โYouโre playing a dangerous game.โ
Harry leaned in, nose brushing yours. โYeah? Feels like weโre both playing.โ
He didnโt kiss you. Not yet. Just lingered there, breathing you in like he wanted to memorize the moment before things tipped too far.
The table sat between you and the rest of the empty bar, but it felt like the only thing grounding you. He looked at you like he already owned the outcome, and maybe you were starting to believe it too.
You picked up the cue again just to have something to do with your hands, but he stopped you, palm over yours.
โNo more pool,โ he said, voice low and sure. โUnless I get to play you instead.โ
Your breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and Harry saw it. His thumb brushed your wrist like he hadnโt just said the filthiest thing imaginable. He was close enough that your knees bumped his legs, close enough that your senses were full of him. His cologne, the heat coming off his skin, the way his eyes never dipped from yours. You didnโt move, didnโt speak, just waited.
He didnโt make you wait long.
You barely finished inhaling before he spun you gently, guiding you back until the edge of the table hit behind your thighs. The cue slipped from your grip and clattered to the floor, forgotten. His hands were already on your hips, his mouth grazing your neck.
โYou made a good shot,โ he said against your skin.
Your fingers curled into his shirt, trying to keep some sense of balance. โYeah, I noticed.โ
He smiled into your throat, then nipped just below your jaw. โLet me show you how good I am with a stick, sweetheart.โ
The words hit you low, rough and velvet all at once. You didnโt even have time to respond before he crashed his mouth against yours. It wasnโt slow or sweet or tentative. His mouth moved like heโd been dying to do it all night. Tongue sliding past your lips, hands gripping your waist so tight you felt it in your spine.
You kissed him back with every ounce of bite in your body, tugging at his shirt, nails dragging up his arms. He groaned into your mouth, low and filthy, and it only spurred you on. You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him closer as your hips rolled against his. He was already hard, thick and pulsing against your stomach, and the friction lit something under your skin.
His hand slid into your hair, fingers curling just enough to make you gasp. He used that opening to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, biting it before letting it go.
โBeen dying to shut you up like that,โ he muttered.
You smirked against his mouth. โGonna take more than that.โ
โOh, I plan to.โ
Harryโs hands found the hem of your dress, sliding up your thighs like he had every right to. You hopped up onto the edge of the table without breaking the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs tracing circles into your skin. The sound of your breaths tangled with the quiet thump of music still playing somewhere behind the bar.
Your legs spread, knees falling open around him, and you tilted your hips forward just enough.
โFuck,โ he breathed, eyes dropping like he couldnโt help it. โYouโre not wearing tights, are you?โ
โDo I look like someone who wears tights to a private bar?โ
He didnโt answer. His hand was already sliding between your thighs, up the inside of one, slow like he wanted to memorize every inch. When he reached the edge of your panties, he paused, rubbing his thumb over the damp fabric with maddening laziness.
โGod,โ he muttered. โYouโre soaked. Sitting here like this, all smug, acting like youโre in control when youโre dripping for me.โ
You tried not to whimper. Failed.
โI bet youโve been like this since the second I stood behind you,โ he went on, voice low and rough. โSince I touched your hips. Since I whispered in your ear.โ
Your back arched involuntarily, grinding into his hand, and he growled in approval. He pushed the thin lace to the side, exposing you just enough for the air to hit your slick skin.
โJesus,โ he said, fingers barely brushing your folds. โLook at you.โ
You tried to pull him closer, but he stayed right where he was. One hand on your thigh, the other teasing the edge of you, slipping just the tip of his finger in before pulling back.
โSay it,โ he said.
You blinked. โSay what?โ
โSay you want me.โ
โI want you.โ
โSay you need me to touch you.โ
โHarry,โ you warned, breath shaking. โTouch me.โ
That smirk returned, dark and satisfied, and his fingers finally pushed in. One at first, deep and slow, curling just right. You let out a broken sound and his whole body shuddered like he felt it too.
โYeah,โ he said, voice thick. โThatโs it. Just like that.โ
His mouth dropped to your neck again, sucking a bruise into your skin while his fingers worked in and out of you, pace picking up with every moan you gave him. He whispered things between kisses. What he was going to do to you. How you looked with your legs spread on the felt. How you were the prettiest thing heโd ever had in his hands.
You didnโt feel like teasing anymore. Not when every word from him made your body tighten. Not when his fingers dragged against just the right spot and had your hips bucking forward.
He pulled back slightly to watch, eyes heavy-lidded. โLook at you. Fucking dripping for me all over this table.โ
Your thighs trembled. His mouth brushed yours again, soft this time, almost reverent.
โIโm not stopping till you come,โ he said. โNot even close.โ
Your response was a gasp, the kind you couldnโt help. His fingers were still deep inside you, moving with a rhythm that was getting more deliberate, more hungry. Every curl of them hit something inside you that made your toes curl against the edge of the table. He watched your face, not blinking, like he was reading every twitch and breath and moan to fine-tune exactly how to ruin you.
You tried to close your legs around his hand out of sheer instinct, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your gut. He didnโt let you. His free hand gripped your thigh, keeping you wide open for him, letting the air hit you every time his fingers slid out, slick and shameless.
โLook at me,โ he said.
Your head dropped forward against his shoulder, but he tipped your chin up with his thumb. His eyes pinned you in place. His fingers didnโt stop, didnโt slow.
โLook at me while I make you come.โ
You did, eyes glassy, lip caught between your teeth.
He smiled, slow and crooked. โThatโs my girl.โ
Your body clenched around him, everything inside you tightening with every thrust of his fingers. Your hands gripped the edge of the table behind you, knuckles white.
โYouโre fucking soaked,โ he said, voice thick. โI could make you come like this all night. Youโd let me, wouldnโt you?โ
You tried to answer but it just came out as a whimper, thighs trembling harder now, breath catching.
His thumb brushed over your clit just once and you broke.
It started low in your belly and ripped through you like a wave. Your legs shook, mouth falling open in a soundless cry before the moans caught up. Harry didnโt stop moving, kept curling his fingers through the aftershocks, watching your face like it was his favorite movie.
When you finally exhaled, limp and buzzing, he pulled his fingers from you slow, wet, dripping.
โHoly shit,โ you breathed, blinking hard like you needed to come back to earth.
Harry brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, groaning like heโd just tasted dessert after a week of starving.
โFuck, you taste like winning.โ
You laughed, breathless and wrecked. โThatโs disgusting.โ
He grinned, wiping his hand on your thigh. โYou love it.โ
You didnโt argue.
He stepped back just long enough to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough to free himself. You caught a glimpse of him, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. It made your mouth go dry.
โYou sure?โ he asked, voice quieter now, but not unsure. He knew your answer. Just wanted to hear you say it.
You nodded, legs spreading again, dress bunched up around your waist. โGet in me.โ
Harry didnโt need to be told twice. He stepped between your thighs, one hand wrapping around himself to guide in. The moment the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, both of you exhaled like it had been building all night. Because it had.
He slid in slow, letting you feel every inch, watching your face the whole time. Your hands flew to his shoulders, digging in as he stretched you open. He groaned, forehead dropping to yours.
โJesus. So fucking tight.โ
You held onto him, panting. โYouโre big.โ
His smirk came back. โSay it again.โ
You rolled your eyes but your voice was already thinner, needier. โYouโre big, Harry.โ
โYeah?โ He started thrusting, hips snapping forward in slow, deep rolls. โIs that why youโre gripping me like this?โ
You moaned, digging your nails into his arms as he fucked into you. The edge of the table dug into your ass, but you didnโt care. All you could think about was the way he filled you, the stretch and drag of him hitting that perfect spot.
โRide me,โ he said, pulling back just enough to sit on the edge of the bar stool behind him. โCome on, pretty girl. Show me how bad you want it.โ
You climbed on without hesitation, straddling his lap, hands braced on his chest. He slid back in with a low groan, hands gripping your hips.
You rocked against him, the angle deeper now, friction sharp and hot. His head fell back as you moved, watching you like you were the only thing that mattered.
โFuck, look at you,โ he murmured. โBouncing on my cock like you were made for it.โ
You kissed him again, messy and hungry, hips working faster now. Every thrust rubbed your clit just right, had your body singing. He met you stroke for stroke, hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat so he could kiss down it, bite it.
You clenched around him and he groaned like it hurt.
โThatโs it. Just like that. My good girl.โ
His praise hit you harder than it should have. Your moans got louder, pace picking up. You were right there again, closer than you thought youโd be this fast.
Before you could tip over, Harry gripped your waist and flipped you, bending you over the table without warning. Your cheek hit the cool felt, hands splayed in front of you.
You barely had time to breathe before he pushed back inside, fucking you from behind with a force that made the table creak.
โGod, look at you,โ he growled. โDripping for me all over this fucking table.โ
He reached forward, grabbed your hair, yanked your head up just enough to turn it. There was a mirror behind the bar, angled just right. You saw yourself reflected, face flushed, lips parted, body arched with Harry pounding into you.
Your eyes locked with his in the mirror.
โWatch yourself,โ he said, voice low and wrecked. โLook how fucking ruined you are.โ
His hand landed on your ass with a loud smack, the sting sharp and addictive. You gasped, hips pushing back into him.
โSay my name.โ
โHarry.โ
โLouder.โ
โHarry, fuck.โ
He growled again, thrusts rougher now, every stroke hitting deeper.
โYouโre taking me so good,โ he said, voice rough. โSuch a good girl for me.โ
You came hard, legs shaking, face pressed into the table as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, groaning your name, grip tight on your hips.
โIโm close,โ he warned. โGonna fill you up, yeah? Take it all like the good little slut you are.โ
You moaned, nodding, too far gone to care about anything but the way he made you feel.
Harry buried himself deep one last time and came with a low, broken sound, holding you tight against him while he spilled inside. You felt every pulse, every twitch.
Neither of you moved right away. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the low hum of music.
You were completely wrecked, and he hadnโt even taken his shirt off.
Your body was limp, every nerve buzzing, but he didnโt slow down. He stayed deep, steady, breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in closer, chest against your back. The weight of him, the sound of his ragged breathing in your ear, the wet slap of skin meeting skinโit was all so much, too much, not enough.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he pulled out and turned you around, his hands strong and sure as he guided you to the edge again. Your legs fell open without thinking, still trembling. You were already oversensitive, twitching with every touch, but when he slid back inside, you let out a sharp gasp and grabbed at his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.
โStill so tight,โ he muttered, teeth dragging along your jaw. โStill so fucking wet.โ
You were soaked. Your thighs, the felt beneath you, his cock. Everything slick and hot. You wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. He didnโt flinch when you bit his lip. He groaned, fucked you harder.
Your hips met his, your body rocking forward with each brutal thrust. You felt every inch of him, every snap of his hips, every filthy thing he whispered against your lips.
โYou can come again for me,โ he said, voice thick. โI know you can.โ
You didnโt think you could. You were spent, raw, barely holding it together. Then he shifted his angle, lifted one of your legs up over his arm, and hit something that made your eyes roll back.
Your moan broke into something high and wrecked.
โRight there?โ he asked. โThatโs the spot, huh?โ
You nodded, head falling back, mouth open. His hand gripped your jaw, pulling your face back to his.
โSay it.โ
โRight there,โ you choked out. โFuck, right there.โ
โYouโre so pretty like this,โ he growled. โMouth open, pussy gripping me like you were made for it.โ
The words sent another wave through you. It started as pressure in your belly, built fast, and snapped hard. Your second orgasm hit quicker than the first, more violent. You cried out his name, clawed at his shoulders, shaking through it while he held you down and fucked you deeper.
He didnโt give you time to recover. He pulled you forward, turned you over again, bent you back onto your hands and knees. Your cheek hit the table as he slammed back into you from behind, pace rough and relentless.
The sound of your bodies, the slap of him against you, filled the room. He gripped your hips like he was trying to mold your shape into his hands.
โLook at this pussy,โ he panted. โTaking every inch. So greedy for me.โ
You whimpered, everything inside you unraveling. He reached forward, grabbed your hair again, pulled your head up so you could see yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looked ruined. Hair messy, mouth parted, eyes barely able to focus.
โLook at you,โ he said, voice like gravel. โDripping for me. Getting fucked like this on a goddamn pool table.โ
You could barely hold yourself up, but he wasnโt letting you fall. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his cock driving into you from below now with rough, deep thrusts.
โYouโre gonna come again,โ he growled in your ear. โGive it to me.โ
You didnโt even fight it. Your body was on fire, every part of you shaking, the overstimulation tipping you right into your third orgasm. You came with a broken sob, your legs giving out as your body locked up around him.
Harry swore under his breath, still moving through your release, chasing his own. He was getting close. You felt the way he twitched inside you, how his thrusts lost their rhythm, how his grip on your hips turned punishing.
He buried himself deep one final time, groaning into your shoulder, holding you tight as he came. Hot and thick, spilling into you in slow pulses, filling you up while his breath stuttered against your skin.
He stayed there for a moment, both of you too spent to move, bodies tangled, breath ragged. You felt the mess dripping between your legs and didnโt care. The only thing that existed was him and the table and the way your heart was still racing.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, with a groan that sounded like regret. You winced, your thighs trembling, completely boneless now. He leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
โYou alright?โ he asked, voice softer now, hand stroking your side.
โBarely,โ you muttered into the felt.
He chuckled, warm and low, and disappeared for a second. You heard the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of a bar towel being pulled down, then felt it against your thighs as he cleaned you up, careful and quiet.
โI should be offended at how much of a mess I made,โ he said. โBut Iโm kinda proud.โ
You turned your head to look at him, hair stuck to your cheek. โKinda?โ
โAlright, very proud.โ
You let him wipe you down, let him ease you off the table and into his lap when he sat back on the barstool. His hands never stopped moving, one stroking your thigh, the other brushing sweaty strands from your face.
โThat was,โ you started, but trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow. โEarth-shattering? Life-altering?โ
โAbsolutely unnecessary,โ you said, trying to keep a straight face.
He smirked. โCome on, admit it. Best game of pool youโve ever played.โ
You snorted. โTechnically, I won.โ
Harry shifted, reached behind you, and grabbed the black 8 ball off the table. He twirled it between his fingers, kissed your temple, and slid it into his pocket.
โSouvenir,โ he said, winking. โTold you I play to win.โ
You shook your head, completely wrecked and somehow still smiling. You leaned into him, breathing him in, still catching your breath.
โNext time,โ you said, lips against his throat, โweโre doing this on the bar.โ
He laughed, arms wrapping tighter around you.
โGame on.โ
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Summary: When you challenge Harry to a game of pool at a dimly lit bar after hours, you donโt expect him to be this competitive. Or this handsy. One minute heโs teasing you for your lousy aim, and the next your skirt is hitched up on the felt and he's showing you exactly how to use your hips for leverage. Turns out, Harry plays dirty, and he plays to win.
A/N: okAYYYY so this might be the filthiest thing iโve ever written??? idk who i thought i was giving harry a praise kink AND a competition kink AND a bar he can rent out apparently lmao but here we are ๐ i hope this fic gives โinappropriate behavior on public furnitureโ in the best way possible.
also: i would never recover if harry actually said โlet me show you how good i am with a stick,โ iโm just saying.
Word Count: 5,1k
Warnings:ย
NSFW / explicit smut
Semi-public setting (bar after hours)
Pool table sex (penetration + fingering)
Light dom!Harry (control, possessiveness)
Degrading praise (e.g., โmy filthy girlโ)
Hair-pulling, spanking, rough sex
Praise kink
Creampie (no protection)
Reader wears a skirt (easy access ๐)
Dirty talk (filthy, detailed)
Slight breathplay (hand on throat optional)
No mention of aftercare protection or consent conversations
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The door clicked shut behind you, the weight of it sealing off the rest of the world with a soft thud. The bar was dimly lit and quiet, music low and slow in the background. Every bottle behind the counter caught the light like a wink. You took in the empty room, brows raised. โYou rented the whole place?โ you asked, turning to Harry.
He leaned against the wall near the jukebox, hands tucked in the pockets of his black slacks, shirt sleeves pushed up just enough to show off the tattoos on his forearms. His grin was lazy, smug. โCourse I did. Wanted you all to myself. Canโt have some random bloke distracting you with his mediocre flirting while Iโm busy being charming.โ
You snorted, walking deeper into the room. โYou? Charming? Thatโs generous.โ He shrugged like he didnโt mind the jab. โFigured youโd say that. But youโre here, arenโt you?โ
โFree drinks and a private bar?โ you said, glancing over your shoulder. โYou couldโve been a little less cocky about it and I still wouldโve said yes.โ He sauntered over, the sound of his boots low against the wood floors. โCโmon. You like the cocky.โ You let your eyes rake over him slowly, pretending to think. โI like knowing you think youโre in control.โ Harryโs smirk twitched wider, a spark behind his eyes. โSounds like someoneโs asking to be humbled.โ
He stopped beside the pool table, tapping the felt. โWhat do you say we make this interesting?โ
You tilted your head. โInteresting how?โ
โWe play. Loser owes the winner a favor. No questions asked.โ
You narrowed your eyes. โYou really banking on me being bad at pool?โ
โIโm banking on you being a little competitive,โ he said, reaching for a cue and handing it to you. โAnd a lot of fun when you lose.โ
You took it with a scoff. โConfidenceโs cute on you.โ
โSoโs that little eye-roll you just did.โ
The banter buzzed between you like a live wire, easy and sharp. The kind of rhythm that only came with tension right under the surface. You leaned over the table to break, feeling his eyes on you the second your ass tilted up. You made the shot clean, balls scattering with a satisfying crack. One striped ball sunk into the corner pocket.
You grinned, straightening up. โGuess Iโm stripes.โ
Harry stepped closer, cue in hand. โMight let you have the first one. Keep it fair.โ
You stepped aside with an exaggerated bow. โHow noble.โ
His shot missed by a hair, and you didnโt hide your grin.
โSlipping already?โ
He rested the cue against his shoulder and gave you a look that was all teeth. โJust warming up.โ
Your next shot missed, and before you could reposition, Harry moved in behind you.
โHold up. Youโre gripping it too tight,โ he said, his voice low beside your ear. He reached around, one hand sliding over yours on the cue, the other resting lightly on your hip. โLoosen your hands a little.โ
You froze for a second at how close he was. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, the soft brush of his breath.
โThis partโs important,โ he murmured. โYou want control, not tension.โ
His fingers adjusted your grip, slow and deliberate. You glanced down, catching the way his pinky grazed along yours before it dropped back to your hip.
โSure this isnโt just your excuse to grope me?โ
His laugh was quiet, rich. โI donโt need an excuse. But thanks for pretending I do.โ
You leaned forward, deliberately slow, letting your ass push back just a little against him. His hand tightened on your hip, subtle but noticeable.
โOops,โ you said, over your shoulder. โWas that too much tension?โ
Harryโs smile was practically audible. โStarting to think you like playing dirty.โ
โI like winning.โ
You made your shot, this one clean again. Another stripe dropped into a side pocket.
He watched the ball disappear, eyes narrowing.
โYouโre not terrible at this,โ he said.
You leaned the cue against the table, crossing your arms. โYou were expecting me to be?โ
โNo. Just hoping. Watching you bend over the tableโs doing something to me.โ
You tried not to smile. โWow. So original.โ
โI didnโt say I was trying to be original. Just honest.โ
He circled the table for his next shot, clearly aiming just to make a show of it. His shirt pulled tight across his back as he bent forward, shooting with flair. The ball sunk effortlessly.
You clapped slowly. โVery dramatic.โ
He straightened up, cue spinning in his fingers. โYou liked it.โ
You didnโt answer, just walked around to size up your next shot. The heat between you simmered, thick and heavy. He was close again before you even noticed, his hand grazing yours when you reached for your cue.
โNeed another lesson?โ he asked.
โI think Iโm good.โ
Harry stepped back, palms up. โDidnโt want to overstep.โ
โToo late for that.โ
He laughed, eyes dropping to your lips before meeting your gaze again. โYou saying Iโm getting to you?โ
โIโm saying if you keep talking, you might lose on purpose.โ
โThat a threat or a promise?โ
โTry me.โ
He watched you shoot, then leaned down to whisper as you lined up the ball.
โIf I win, Iโm cashing in on that bet immediately.โ
You didnโt even look at him. โThat so?โ
โYeah. Gonna ask for something real specific.โ
You turned slowly, keeping your cue pressed against the table, chin up.
โWhat makes you so sure youโre gonna win?โ
Harry stepped in again, close enough to make your skin buzz.
โBecause,โ he said, voice low, โI always win when I really want to.โ
The air between you felt electric. His hand brushed your waist again, fingers pressing lightly as he walked past to take his turn.
You watched him move around the table with that same easy confidence, that barely restrained smirk like he already knew how this was going to end. He lined up a shot, took his time with it, and missed by a mile.
You blinked. โYou seriously just whiffed that?โ
Harry stepped back like it didnโt bother him in the slightest. โGuess I got distracted.โ
You raised a brow. โBy what, your own reflection?โ
He tilted his head, eyes sweeping slowly down your body like he was mentally undressing you right there. โBy you, sweetheart. Didnโt exactly account for the view when I planned on winning.โ
You rolled your eyes but didnโt bother hiding the smile that tugged at your lips. Picking up your cue, you sauntered around the table, letting your hips sway just enough. He noticed. Of course he noticed.
As you bent over to line up your shot, his voice followed you.
โGod, that ass should be illegal.โ
You paused, cue still in hand. โYou always this poetic?โ
โOnly when inspired.โ
You sank the ball with a soft thud, feeling his stare heat up your skin. When you stood, he was already closer again. Too close to be innocent, not close enough to be obvious. His fingers ghosted over the back of your thigh when he reached past you for his drink.
โYouโre letting me win,โ you said, turning to face him.
He raised his glass. โWould I do that?โ
โYou missed a shot you couldโve made blindfolded.โ
Harry licked his bottom lip, eyes dropping to your chest before flicking back up. โMaybe I just like watching you gloat.โ
You stepped in until your body almost touched his, cue resting casually against your shoulder. โMaybe youโre trying to get me cocky so you can knock me down later.โ
He leaned forward just enough that his breath tickled your cheek. โWouldnโt dream of knocking you down. Iโd lay you out nice and slow.โ
Your pulse kicked up at that, but you held your ground, chin tilted.
โBig words for someone who just scratched.โ
Harryโs grin was wolfish as he backed off, letting you take the next shot. This one needed a bit more aim, so you leaned over the table again. His gaze burned into you like a spotlight.
โBend a little lower for me,โ he said, voice rougher now. โThatโs it.โ
You ignored him. Mostly. You lined up the cue, focused on the angle, but couldnโt pretend you didnโt feel the heat of his stare. Or the way he stepped closer, just enough for his hand to slide along the back of your thigh again.
โGotta say,โ he murmured, โthis might be my new favorite angle.โ
โGetting bolder, huh?โ
โCanโt help it when you keep tempting me.โ
You made the shot, one ball clicking neatly into the corner pocket. You were halfway to standing when his hand slid higher this time, just above your knee. Just enough to make you forget whatever clever comeback you were about to throw at him.
โSeriously?โ you said, but it came out breathier than you meant.
He didnโt even flinch. โJust helping you keep your form.โ
โYou touching me is not part of the rules.โ
Harry stepped in again, sliding his hand along your hip, that cocky smirk fully intact.
โDidnโt realize you were such a stickler for rules.โ
You opened your mouth to answer, but he was already behind you, reaching for the cue with you still holding it. His chest brushed your back as he leaned down, guiding your hands again. This time, his knuckles skimmed right over the swell of your cleavage, slow and deliberate.
โArms a little wider,โ he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear. โHelps with stability.โ
You froze, cue nearly slipping from your grip.
โYouโre impossible,โ you muttered, though you didnโt move away.
His hands moved lower, adjusting your grip again, thumbs brushing along the insides of your wrists like he knew exactly what he was doing. Like this was part of the game.
When you leaned down again, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your spine, his hips pressed against you from behind. No more pretending. He didnโt move right away, just let the weight of him settle against you. The hard press of him through his slacks sent a jolt straight through your core.
Your breath caught. โHarry.โ
He hummed like he didnโt hear you, hands still on your hips. He rolled his hips once, slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world.
โJust correcting your stance,โ he said, barely above a whisper. โYou were a little off.โ
You straightened, cue forgotten, eyes narrowing.
โYou do that again, I swear to Godโฆโ
He arched a brow, tilting his head. โYouโll what?โ
You turned to face him, chest rising fast, your body already buzzing. โYouโre playing a dangerous game.โ
Harry leaned in, nose brushing yours. โYeah? Feels like weโre both playing.โ
He didnโt kiss you. Not yet. Just lingered there, breathing you in like he wanted to memorize the moment before things tipped too far.
The table sat between you and the rest of the empty bar, but it felt like the only thing grounding you. He looked at you like he already owned the outcome, and maybe you were starting to believe it too.
You picked up the cue again just to have something to do with your hands, but he stopped you, palm over yours.
โNo more pool,โ he said, voice low and sure. โUnless I get to play you instead.โ
Your breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and Harry saw it. His thumb brushed your wrist like he hadnโt just said the filthiest thing imaginable. He was close enough that your knees bumped his legs, close enough that your senses were full of him. His cologne, the heat coming off his skin, the way his eyes never dipped from yours. You didnโt move, didnโt speak, just waited.
He didnโt make you wait long.
You barely finished inhaling before he spun you gently, guiding you back until the edge of the table hit behind your thighs. The cue slipped from your grip and clattered to the floor, forgotten. His hands were already on your hips, his mouth grazing your neck.
โYou made a good shot,โ he said against your skin.
Your fingers curled into his shirt, trying to keep some sense of balance. โYeah, I noticed.โ
He smiled into your throat, then nipped just below your jaw. โLet me show you how good I am with a stick, sweetheart.โ
The words hit you low, rough and velvet all at once. You didnโt even have time to respond before he crashed his mouth against yours. It wasnโt slow or sweet or tentative. His mouth moved like heโd been dying to do it all night. Tongue sliding past your lips, hands gripping your waist so tight you felt it in your spine.
You kissed him back with every ounce of bite in your body, tugging at his shirt, nails dragging up his arms. He groaned into your mouth, low and filthy, and it only spurred you on. You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him closer as your hips rolled against his. He was already hard, thick and pulsing against your stomach, and the friction lit something under your skin.
His hand slid into your hair, fingers curling just enough to make you gasp. He used that opening to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, biting it before letting it go.
โBeen dying to shut you up like that,โ he muttered.
You smirked against his mouth. โGonna take more than that.โ
โOh, I plan to.โ
Harryโs hands found the hem of your dress, sliding up your thighs like he had every right to. You hopped up onto the edge of the table without breaking the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs tracing circles into your skin. The sound of your breaths tangled with the quiet thump of music still playing somewhere behind the bar.
Your legs spread, knees falling open around him, and you tilted your hips forward just enough.
โFuck,โ he breathed, eyes dropping like he couldnโt help it. โYouโre not wearing tights, are you?โ
โDo I look like someone who wears tights to a private bar?โ
He didnโt answer. His hand was already sliding between your thighs, up the inside of one, slow like he wanted to memorize every inch. When he reached the edge of your panties, he paused, rubbing his thumb over the damp fabric with maddening laziness.
โGod,โ he muttered. โYouโre soaked. Sitting here like this, all smug, acting like youโre in control when youโre dripping for me.โ
You tried not to whimper. Failed.
โI bet youโve been like this since the second I stood behind you,โ he went on, voice low and rough. โSince I touched your hips. Since I whispered in your ear.โ
Your back arched involuntarily, grinding into his hand, and he growled in approval. He pushed the thin lace to the side, exposing you just enough for the air to hit your slick skin.
โJesus,โ he said, fingers barely brushing your folds. โLook at you.โ
You tried to pull him closer, but he stayed right where he was. One hand on your thigh, the other teasing the edge of you, slipping just the tip of his finger in before pulling back.
โSay it,โ he said.
You blinked. โSay what?โ
โSay you want me.โ
โI want you.โ
โSay you need me to touch you.โ
โHarry,โ you warned, breath shaking. โTouch me.โ
That smirk returned, dark and satisfied, and his fingers finally pushed in. One at first, deep and slow, curling just right. You let out a broken sound and his whole body shuddered like he felt it too.
โYeah,โ he said, voice thick. โThatโs it. Just like that.โ
His mouth dropped to your neck again, sucking a bruise into your skin while his fingers worked in and out of you, pace picking up with every moan you gave him. He whispered things between kisses. What he was going to do to you. How you looked with your legs spread on the felt. How you were the prettiest thing heโd ever had in his hands.
You didnโt feel like teasing anymore. Not when every word from him made your body tighten. Not when his fingers dragged against just the right spot and had your hips bucking forward.
He pulled back slightly to watch, eyes heavy-lidded. โLook at you. Fucking dripping for me all over this table.โ
Your thighs trembled. His mouth brushed yours again, soft this time, almost reverent.
โIโm not stopping till you come,โ he said. โNot even close.โ
Your response was a gasp, the kind you couldnโt help. His fingers were still deep inside you, moving with a rhythm that was getting more deliberate, more hungry. Every curl of them hit something inside you that made your toes curl against the edge of the table. He watched your face, not blinking, like he was reading every twitch and breath and moan to fine-tune exactly how to ruin you.
You tried to close your legs around his hand out of sheer instinct, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your gut. He didnโt let you. His free hand gripped your thigh, keeping you wide open for him, letting the air hit you every time his fingers slid out, slick and shameless.
โLook at me,โ he said.
Your head dropped forward against his shoulder, but he tipped your chin up with his thumb. His eyes pinned you in place. His fingers didnโt stop, didnโt slow.
โLook at me while I make you come.โ
You did, eyes glassy, lip caught between your teeth.
He smiled, slow and crooked. โThatโs my girl.โ
Your body clenched around him, everything inside you tightening with every thrust of his fingers. Your hands gripped the edge of the table behind you, knuckles white.
โYouโre fucking soaked,โ he said, voice thick. โI could make you come like this all night. Youโd let me, wouldnโt you?โ
You tried to answer but it just came out as a whimper, thighs trembling harder now, breath catching.
His thumb brushed over your clit just once and you broke.
It started low in your belly and ripped through you like a wave. Your legs shook, mouth falling open in a soundless cry before the moans caught up. Harry didnโt stop moving, kept curling his fingers through the aftershocks, watching your face like it was his favorite movie.
When you finally exhaled, limp and buzzing, he pulled his fingers from you slow, wet, dripping.
โHoly shit,โ you breathed, blinking hard like you needed to come back to earth.
Harry brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, groaning like heโd just tasted dessert after a week of starving.
โFuck, you taste like winning.โ
You laughed, breathless and wrecked. โThatโs disgusting.โ
He grinned, wiping his hand on your thigh. โYou love it.โ
You didnโt argue.
He stepped back just long enough to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough to free himself. You caught a glimpse of him, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. It made your mouth go dry.
โYou sure?โ he asked, voice quieter now, but not unsure. He knew your answer. Just wanted to hear you say it.
You nodded, legs spreading again, dress bunched up around your waist. โGet in me.โ
Harry didnโt need to be told twice. He stepped between your thighs, one hand wrapping around himself to guide in. The moment the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, both of you exhaled like it had been building all night. Because it had.
He slid in slow, letting you feel every inch, watching your face the whole time. Your hands flew to his shoulders, digging in as he stretched you open. He groaned, forehead dropping to yours.
โJesus. So fucking tight.โ
You held onto him, panting. โYouโre big.โ
His smirk came back. โSay it again.โ
You rolled your eyes but your voice was already thinner, needier. โYouโre big, Harry.โ
โYeah?โ He started thrusting, hips snapping forward in slow, deep rolls. โIs that why youโre gripping me like this?โ
You moaned, digging your nails into his arms as he fucked into you. The edge of the table dug into your ass, but you didnโt care. All you could think about was the way he filled you, the stretch and drag of him hitting that perfect spot.
โRide me,โ he said, pulling back just enough to sit on the edge of the bar stool behind him. โCome on, pretty girl. Show me how bad you want it.โ
You climbed on without hesitation, straddling his lap, hands braced on his chest. He slid back in with a low groan, hands gripping your hips.
You rocked against him, the angle deeper now, friction sharp and hot. His head fell back as you moved, watching you like you were the only thing that mattered.
โFuck, look at you,โ he murmured. โBouncing on my cock like you were made for it.โ
You kissed him again, messy and hungry, hips working faster now. Every thrust rubbed your clit just right, had your body singing. He met you stroke for stroke, hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat so he could kiss down it, bite it.
You clenched around him and he groaned like it hurt.
โThatโs it. Just like that. My good girl.โ
His praise hit you harder than it should have. Your moans got louder, pace picking up. You were right there again, closer than you thought youโd be this fast.
Before you could tip over, Harry gripped your waist and flipped you, bending you over the table without warning. Your cheek hit the cool felt, hands splayed in front of you.
You barely had time to breathe before he pushed back inside, fucking you from behind with a force that made the table creak.
โGod, look at you,โ he growled. โDripping for me all over this fucking table.โ
He reached forward, grabbed your hair, yanked your head up just enough to turn it. There was a mirror behind the bar, angled just right. You saw yourself reflected, face flushed, lips parted, body arched with Harry pounding into you.
Your eyes locked with his in the mirror.
โWatch yourself,โ he said, voice low and wrecked. โLook how fucking ruined you are.โ
His hand landed on your ass with a loud smack, the sting sharp and addictive. You gasped, hips pushing back into him.
โSay my name.โ
โHarry.โ
โLouder.โ
โHarry, fuck.โ
He growled again, thrusts rougher now, every stroke hitting deeper.
โYouโre taking me so good,โ he said, voice rough. โSuch a good girl for me.โ
You came hard, legs shaking, face pressed into the table as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, groaning your name, grip tight on your hips.
โIโm close,โ he warned. โGonna fill you up, yeah? Take it all like the good little slut you are.โ
You moaned, nodding, too far gone to care about anything but the way he made you feel.
Harry buried himself deep one last time and came with a low, broken sound, holding you tight against him while he spilled inside. You felt every pulse, every twitch.
Neither of you moved right away. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the low hum of music.
You were completely wrecked, and he hadnโt even taken his shirt off.
Your body was limp, every nerve buzzing, but he didnโt slow down. He stayed deep, steady, breath hot against your shoulder as he leaned in closer, chest against your back. The weight of him, the sound of his ragged breathing in your ear, the wet slap of skin meeting skinโit was all so much, too much, not enough.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he pulled out and turned you around, his hands strong and sure as he guided you to the edge again. Your legs fell open without thinking, still trembling. You were already oversensitive, twitching with every touch, but when he slid back inside, you let out a sharp gasp and grabbed at his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.
โStill so tight,โ he muttered, teeth dragging along your jaw. โStill so fucking wet.โ
You were soaked. Your thighs, the felt beneath you, his cock. Everything slick and hot. You wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. He didnโt flinch when you bit his lip. He groaned, fucked you harder.
Your hips met his, your body rocking forward with each brutal thrust. You felt every inch of him, every snap of his hips, every filthy thing he whispered against your lips.
โYou can come again for me,โ he said, voice thick. โI know you can.โ
You didnโt think you could. You were spent, raw, barely holding it together. Then he shifted his angle, lifted one of your legs up over his arm, and hit something that made your eyes roll back.
Your moan broke into something high and wrecked.
โRight there?โ he asked. โThatโs the spot, huh?โ
You nodded, head falling back, mouth open. His hand gripped your jaw, pulling your face back to his.
โSay it.โ
โRight there,โ you choked out. โFuck, right there.โ
โYouโre so pretty like this,โ he growled. โMouth open, pussy gripping me like you were made for it.โ
The words sent another wave through you. It started as pressure in your belly, built fast, and snapped hard. Your second orgasm hit quicker than the first, more violent. You cried out his name, clawed at his shoulders, shaking through it while he held you down and fucked you deeper.
He didnโt give you time to recover. He pulled you forward, turned you over again, bent you back onto your hands and knees. Your cheek hit the table as he slammed back into you from behind, pace rough and relentless.
The sound of your bodies, the slap of him against you, filled the room. He gripped your hips like he was trying to mold your shape into his hands.
โLook at this pussy,โ he panted. โTaking every inch. So greedy for me.โ
You whimpered, everything inside you unraveling. He reached forward, grabbed your hair again, pulled your head up so you could see yourself in the mirror. Your reflection looked ruined. Hair messy, mouth parted, eyes barely able to focus.
โLook at you,โ he said, voice like gravel. โDripping for me. Getting fucked like this on a goddamn pool table.โ
You could barely hold yourself up, but he wasnโt letting you fall. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his cock driving into you from below now with rough, deep thrusts.
โYouโre gonna come again,โ he growled in your ear. โGive it to me.โ
You didnโt even fight it. Your body was on fire, every part of you shaking, the overstimulation tipping you right into your third orgasm. You came with a broken sob, your legs giving out as your body locked up around him.
Harry swore under his breath, still moving through your release, chasing his own. He was getting close. You felt the way he twitched inside you, how his thrusts lost their rhythm, how his grip on your hips turned punishing.
He buried himself deep one final time, groaning into your shoulder, holding you tight as he came. Hot and thick, spilling into you in slow pulses, filling you up while his breath stuttered against your skin.
He stayed there for a moment, both of you too spent to move, bodies tangled, breath ragged. You felt the mess dripping between your legs and didnโt care. The only thing that existed was him and the table and the way your heart was still racing.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, with a groan that sounded like regret. You winced, your thighs trembling, completely boneless now. He leaned forward, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
โYou alright?โ he asked, voice softer now, hand stroking your side.
โBarely,โ you muttered into the felt.
He chuckled, warm and low, and disappeared for a second. You heard the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of a bar towel being pulled down, then felt it against your thighs as he cleaned you up, careful and quiet.
โI should be offended at how much of a mess I made,โ he said. โBut Iโm kinda proud.โ
You turned your head to look at him, hair stuck to your cheek. โKinda?โ
โAlright, very proud.โ
You let him wipe you down, let him ease you off the table and into his lap when he sat back on the barstool. His hands never stopped moving, one stroking your thigh, the other brushing sweaty strands from your face.
โThat was,โ you started, but trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow. โEarth-shattering? Life-altering?โ
โAbsolutely unnecessary,โ you said, trying to keep a straight face.
He smirked. โCome on, admit it. Best game of pool youโve ever played.โ
You snorted. โTechnically, I won.โ
Harry shifted, reached behind you, and grabbed the black 8 ball off the table. He twirled it between his fingers, kissed your temple, and slid it into his pocket.
โSouvenir,โ he said, winking. โTold you I play to win.โ
You shook your head, completely wrecked and somehow still smiling. You leaned into him, breathing him in, still catching your breath.
โNext time,โ you said, lips against his throat, โweโre doing this on the bar.โ
He laughed, arms wrapping tighter around you.
โGame on.โ
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Summary: Dean pulls you upstairs at the frat party and wastes no time showing you exactly how badly he wants you. After some heated teasing against the wall, he carries you into an empty bedroom, where the two of you lose yourselves in each other.
A/N: I opened my laptop for five minutes and somehow this happened. As you guys know, my content for the coming month has been planned, but this is an extra post because I've been so obsessed with off campus lately that i just had to write something filthy about it and i couldn't wait to post it. oops, sorry not sorry. enjoy babes x
Word Count: 1392
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY (oral f, p in v)
Dirty talk
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Youโre barely through the door of the frat house when Dean Di Laurentis is on you, crowding you against the nearest wall with that cocky, lopsided grin that always makes your stomach flip. The music from the party downstairs is a dull throb, but up here the hallway is dim and mostly empty, and Deanโs mouth is already at your ear.
โCouldnโt even wait till I finished my beer, huh?โ His voice is low, teasing, warm breath skating over your neck. โYou practically dragged me up the stairs. Desperate much?โ
You shove at his chest, but itโs half-hearted. โSays the guy who followed me like a puppy.โ
Dean laughs, the sound rich and filthy, and his hands slide down to grip your hips, thumbs stroking under the hem of your shirt. โPuppy? Baby, Iโm the one whoโs about to put you on your knees.โ He dips his head and nips at your throat, just hard enough to make you gasp. โOr maybe Iโll keep you right here. Let the whole house hear how loud you get when Iโโ
โDean,โ you warn, but it comes out breathy, and he knows it.
He grins against your skin. โWhat? Donโt like the idea of everyone knowing youโre mine?โ His fingers slip under your shirt, palms hot against your ribs, and he pushes the fabric up until your bra is exposed. He palms your breast through the lace, squeezing just enough to make your back arch. โFuck, these are perfect. Been thinking about them all night.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as his thumb circles your nipple. โYouโre such a perv.โ
โOnly for you.โ He kisses you then, hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to devour you. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. โTurn around.โ
You do, bracing your hands against the wall. Dean steps in close behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans. He grinds against your ass, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. โFeel that? Thatโs what you do to me. Walk around looking like sin and expect me to behave? Not happening.โ
His hands roam, one sliding down to cup you through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm right where you need it. You push back against him, chasing the friction, and he chuckles. โSo needy. Bet youโre already wet for me.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, but your voice shakes.
Dean pops the button on your jeans and drags the zipper down, his fingers slipping inside to stroke you over your panties. He groans when he feels the damp fabric. โKnew it. Soaked. You like the idea of me fucking you right here where anyone could walk by, donโt you?โ
You donโt answer, but your hips rock against his hand, and thatโs answer enough. Dean pushes your jeans and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air hits your bare skin, but his fingers are hot as they slide between your folds, parting you, teasing your clit with light, circling strokes that make your thighs tremble.
โDean, please,โ you breathe, and he laughs again, low and wicked.
โPlease what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.โ
You glare over your shoulder, but itโs ruined by the way your breath hitches when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them just right. โWant you to fuck me. Now.โ
He pumps his fingers slowly, scissoring them, stretching you. โNot yet. Gotta get you ready. Donโt want to hurt my girl.โ He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. โBesides, I like watching you fall apart on my fingers first. So pretty when you come.โ
You moan, head dropping forward as he adds a third finger, thrusting deeper. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, and the dual sensation has you shaking, pushing back against his hand. โDeanโfuckโgonna comeโโ
โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, voice rough. โCome for me. Let me feel it.โ
You do, clenching around his fingers, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean works you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until youโre whimpering from oversensitivity. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. โTastes so fucking good. Could eat you for hours.โ
Before you can recover, heโs spinning you around, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you the few steps to the nearest bedroom, you donโt care whose. He kicks the door shut and drops you onto the bed, already yanking his shirt off. You watch, dazed and hungry, as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip.
Dean climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. โLook at you. All spread out and dripping for me. Bet you want it bad, huh?โ
You reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders. โDean, stop teasing.โ
He just smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit, back and forth, until youโre writhing. โWhatโs the magic word?โ
โFuck you,โ you snap, but thereโs no heat behind it.
Dean laughs, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. โClose enough.โ He lines himself up and pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is perfect, the fullness even better, and you both groan when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. โFuck, you feel incredible. So tight. Gonna ruin me.โ
You clench around him, and he hisses. โDo that again and Iโm not gonna last.โ
โGood,โ you whisper, rolling your hips. โWant you to come inside me.โ
Deanโs eyes darken, and he pulls back before thrusting in hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall, but neither of you care. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you deep and fast, each thrust punching a moan from your throat. โYeah, thatโs it. Take it. Take every inch.โ
You wrap your legs tighter around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Dean leans down, sucking a mark into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. โGonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep youโll feel me for days.โ
The filthy words push you closer to the edge, and you reach between your bodies to rub your clit, chasing your second orgasm. Dean notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his own, thumb circling in time with his thrusts. โLet me. Want to feel you come on my cock.โ
It doesnโt take long. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit sends you spiraling, your walls clenching around him as you come with a cry of his name. Dean fucks you through it, pace faltering as your orgasm milks him, and then heโs groaning, hips stuttering as he comes, hot and thick inside you. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it prolongs your own pleasure until youโre both shaking and spent.
Dean collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, his face buried in your neck. He presses lazy kisses there, murmuring nonsense words of praise. After a moment he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest. His hand strokes your back, soothing, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
โBest decision I ever made, dragging you up here,โ he says, voice rough but fond.
You laugh, breathless, and kiss his jaw. โPretty sure I dragged you.โ
Dean grins, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. โDetails, baby. Details.โ He pulls you closer, already half-hard again against your thigh. โRound two in five?โ
You roll your eyes, but youโre smiling. โYouโre insatiable.โ
โOnly for you,โ he repeats, and this time it sounds like a promise.
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Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
Summary: You and Harry only have a few minutes alone before friends return to the apartment. Instead of behaving like reasonable adults, you immediately start making reckless decisions in the kitchen.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this!! I've been trying to get out of my writing slump for so long. AND, finally, I've planned a month of content on tumblr and patreon in advance. SO i guess i can say I'M BACK bitches!
Word Count: 656
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY
not much foreplay
p in v (unprotected)
semi public, fear of getting caught
โ โ โฎ โ โ
The apartment door clicks shut behind us, and Iโm instantly pushed against the cool hard surface. Harryโs mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss. Our friends are gone for mere minutes. We donโt have time for subtelty or foreplay. I can feel the urgency radiating off him, matching the pounding of my own heart.
โFuck, Iโve been waiting all night to do this,โ he growls, his hands already tugging at my dress, pulling it up to my waist. I gasp, my fingers fumbling with his belt. Iโm desperate to feel him, all of him.
โHarry, we shouldnโt-โ I start, but my words are cut off as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hardness presses against my core, and I canโt help but grind against him.
โWe should,โ he insists, carrying me to the kitchen, โWe must.โ
He sets me down on the counter, knocking over a vase of flowers in his haste. They crash to the floor, but we donโt stop.
He yanks my panties aside, his fingers finding me wet and ready. โFuck, Y/N,โ he groans, โYouโre so fucking ready for me.โ I moan, my head falling back as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.
โHarry, please,โ I beg, my hands clawing at his back, โI need you inside me, now.โ
He doesnโt need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he unzips his pants completely. He frees his cock and pushes into me, filing me completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he begins to move.
โOh god, Harry,โ I pant, my legs wrapping tighter around him, โYou feel so good.โ
He grunts, his hips slapping against mine. โYou feel fucking amazing, Y/N.โ His hands grip my hips, pulling me onto him.
I can hear the clock ticking, the minutes passing too quickly. I canโt focus on anything but Harry. His body moving against mine, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. Iโm close, so close, and I can tell he is too.
โCome with me, Y/N,โ he demands, โCome on my cock, now.โ
His words send me over the edge. I cry out, waves of pleasure crash over me. Harry follows, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot release. He groans, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know Iโll have bruises tomorrow.
โFuck, Y/N,โ he pants, his forehead resting against mine, โThat was incredible.โ
I not, my body still trembling. โIt was,โ I agree, โBut we should clean up. Theyโll be back any minute.โ
He helps me down from the counter, his hands steadying me as I find my footing. We quickly adjust our clothes, trying to look presentable. We turn to face each other, and canโt help but laugh. We both know we look anything but innocent.
โHere,โ he says, grabbing a dishtowel and wetting it under the faucet. He reaches between my legs, gently wiping away the evidence of our encounter. Gasp at the contact, my body is still so sensitive.
โHarry,โ I warn, my voice barely a whisper, โwe donโt have time for-โ
โShh,โ he interrupts, his finger pressing against my lips, โI just want to take care of you. Let me do this, please.โ
I nod, my eyes locked with his as he cleans me, his touch gentle, reverent. When he's finished, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapping around me in a tight hug.
"Thank you," I murmur, my voice barely audible.
He smiles, "Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."
Just then, we hear the sound of keys in the lock, our friends returning. We quickly pull apart, trying to look casual, trying to look like we haven't just been fucking on the kitchen counter. But as our friends walk in, their eyes narrowing as they take in our disheveled appearance, we can't help but smile, our secret hanging in the air between us.
โ โ โฎ โ โ
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Series summary: At Westbridge University, reputation is everything and Y/N is determined to rebuild hers after a breakup that left her quietly unraveling. When a prestigious journalism assignment offers her a shot at a full scholarship, she decides to expose how identity on campus is nothing more than performance. But one impulsive moment at a party changes everything: to prove sheโs over her ex, she kisses Harry Styles, hockey captain, charming, her ex's rival and the last person she would ever choose.
By morning, theyโre the couple everyone is watching. To protect their reputations, they strike a deal: fake the relationship, follow the rules, and keep it from becoming real. But as staged moments turn into something dangerously genuine, Y/Nโs article becomes harder to separate from her own feelings. And when the truth comes out, sheโs forced to choose between the story sheโs been telling and the one sheโs been living.
A/N: you know that moment when a character makes one terrible decision and suddenly you have a 90k-word story on your hands? yeah. all y/n wanted was a scholarship, all harry wanted was a quiet semester, and instead they got a kiss at a party, a fake relationship, a very nosy campus, and an alarming amount of emotional damage.
this story contains:
๐ one hockey captain with entirely too much confidence
๐ฐ one journalism student making questionable life choices
๐ one ex-boyfriend who is unfortunately still breathing
๐ fake dating
๐ญ ex's rival
๐ธ campus gossip
โจ and two idiots slowly falling in love while insisting they are absolutely, definitely, 100% not falling in love
welcome to westbridge university. i already love these characters more than is probably healthy, and i hope you'll love them too. see you in chapter one. ๐ค
At Westbridge University, reputation is everything, and mine has been hanging by a thread ever since the breakup I keep telling everyone Iโm over. The problem with college gossip is that heartbreak doesnโt stay private for long. Somehow, despite only talking to Ella about the breakup a few days ago, half the campus already knows Adrian dumped me.
โFor the writing competition youโll need to submit a long-form article, on a topic of your choosing.โ Miss Winster explains, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Everyone writes this information down as if itโs the most important information of the semester. Me included. Winning this competition means winning the only journalism scholarship Westbridge University offers.
โThe article should be bold. Youโll have to expose yourself and your truth. The reader must be captivated.โ Miss Winster goes on.
A bold and captivating subject? Exposing myself? Right. As if this campus hasnโt already turned my personal life into public entertainment. Wait. Thatโs it. Iโm choosing reputation and identity as the topic of my long-form article.
Around me, chairs scrape loudly against the floor as everyone starts packing up. Conversations are already blurring together, deadlines, internship interviews, weekend plans. I stare at the blinking cursor in my notes instead.
โReputation and identity on Westbridge Universityโ
Yeah. Perfect.
Looking at Ellaโs texts, I know Iโm in for a good gossip session. Weโve been best friends ever since freshman year. Out of pure coincidence we became roommates and the rest is history.
Packing my bag I look around, the lecture hall is almost empty now. Except for a few straight A students at the front and of course Harry Styles. The campus-famous hockey captain. And most of all, a total flirt. With his dark brown curls, a toned body and a dangerously charming smile, he can get every girl on campus. And unlike Adrian, Harry fucks every girl he can get. Every time I spare him a glance, there is usually a girl at his side or sitting in his lap. Or worse, both.
Series summary: At Westbridge University, reputation is everything and Y/N is determined to rebuild hers after a breakup that left her quietly unraveling. When a prestigious journalism assignment offers her a shot at a full scholarship, she decides to expose how identity on campus is nothing more than performance. But one impulsive moment at a party changes everything: to prove sheโs over her ex, she kisses Harry Styles, hockey captain, charming, her ex's rival and the last person she would ever choose.
By morning, theyโre the couple everyone is watching. To protect their reputations, they strike a deal: fake the relationship, follow the rules, and keep it from becoming real. But as staged moments turn into something dangerously genuine, Y/Nโs article becomes harder to separate from her own feelings. And when the truth comes out, sheโs forced to choose between the story sheโs been telling and the one sheโs been living.
A/N: you know that moment when a character makes one terrible decision and suddenly you have a 90k-word story on your hands? yeah. all y/n wanted was a scholarship, all harry wanted was a quiet semester, and instead they got a kiss at a party, a fake relationship, a very nosy campus, and an alarming amount of emotional damage.
this story contains:
๐ one hockey captain with entirely too much confidence
๐ฐ one journalism student making questionable life choices
๐ one ex-boyfriend who is unfortunately still breathing
๐ fake dating
๐ญ ex's rival
๐ธ campus gossip
โจ and two idiots slowly falling in love while insisting they are absolutely, definitely, 100% not falling in love
welcome to westbridge university. i already love these characters more than is probably healthy, and i hope you'll love them too. see you in chapter one. ๐ค
At Westbridge University, reputation is everything, and mine has been hanging by a thread ever since the breakup I keep telling everyone Iโm over. The problem with college gossip is that heartbreak doesnโt stay private for long. Somehow, despite only talking to Ella about the breakup a few days ago, half the campus already knows Adrian dumped me.
โFor the writing competition youโll need to submit a long-form article, on a topic of your choosing.โ Miss Winster explains, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Everyone writes this information down as if itโs the most important information of the semester. Me included. Winning this competition means winning the only journalism scholarship Westbridge University offers.
โThe article should be bold. Youโll have to expose yourself and your truth. The reader must be captivated.โ Miss Winster goes on.
A bold and captivating subject? Exposing myself? Right. As if this campus hasnโt already turned my personal life into public entertainment. Wait. Thatโs it. Iโm choosing reputation and identity as the topic of my long-form article.
Around me, chairs scrape loudly against the floor as everyone starts packing up. Conversations are already blurring together, deadlines, internship interviews, weekend plans. I stare at the blinking cursor in my notes instead.
โReputation and identity on Westbridge Universityโ
Yeah. Perfect.
Looking at Ellaโs texts, I know Iโm in for a good gossip session. Weโve been best friends ever since freshman year. Out of pure coincidence we became roommates and the rest is history.
Packing my bag I look around, the lecture hall is almost empty now. Except for a few straight A students at the front and of course Harry Styles. The campus-famous hockey captain. And most of all, a total flirt. With his dark brown curls, a toned body and a dangerously charming smile, he can get every girl on campus. And unlike Adrian, Harry fucks every girl he can get. Every time I spare him a glance, there is usually a girl at his side or sitting in his lap. Or worse, both.
Summary: You and Harry only have a few minutes alone before friends return to the apartment. Instead of behaving like reasonable adults, you immediately start making reckless decisions in the kitchen.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this!! I've been trying to get out of my writing slump for so long. AND, finally, I've planned a month of content on tumblr and patreon in advance. SO i guess i can say I'M BACK bitches!
Word Count: 656
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY
not much foreplay
p in v (unprotected)
semi public, fear of getting caught
โ โ โฎ โ โ
The apartment door clicks shut behind us, and Iโm instantly pushed against the cool hard surface. Harryโs mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss. Our friends are gone for mere minutes. We donโt have time for subtelty or foreplay. I can feel the urgency radiating off him, matching the pounding of my own heart.
โFuck, Iโve been waiting all night to do this,โ he growls, his hands already tugging at my dress, pulling it up to my waist. I gasp, my fingers fumbling with his belt. Iโm desperate to feel him, all of him.
โHarry, we shouldnโt-โ I start, but my words are cut off as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hardness presses against my core, and I canโt help but grind against him.
โWe should,โ he insists, carrying me to the kitchen, โWe must.โ
He sets me down on the counter, knocking over a vase of flowers in his haste. They crash to the floor, but we donโt stop.
He yanks my panties aside, his fingers finding me wet and ready. โFuck, Y/N,โ he groans, โYouโre so fucking ready for me.โ I moan, my head falling back as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.
โHarry, please,โ I beg, my hands clawing at his back, โI need you inside me, now.โ
He doesnโt need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he unzips his pants completely. He frees his cock and pushes into me, filing me completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he begins to move.
โOh god, Harry,โ I pant, my legs wrapping tighter around him, โYou feel so good.โ
He grunts, his hips slapping against mine. โYou feel fucking amazing, Y/N.โ His hands grip my hips, pulling me onto him.
I can hear the clock ticking, the minutes passing too quickly. I canโt focus on anything but Harry. His body moving against mine, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. Iโm close, so close, and I can tell he is too.
โCome with me, Y/N,โ he demands, โCome on my cock, now.โ
His words send me over the edge. I cry out, waves of pleasure crash over me. Harry follows, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot release. He groans, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know Iโll have bruises tomorrow.
โFuck, Y/N,โ he pants, his forehead resting against mine, โThat was incredible.โ
I not, my body still trembling. โIt was,โ I agree, โBut we should clean up. Theyโll be back any minute.โ
He helps me down from the counter, his hands steadying me as I find my footing. We quickly adjust our clothes, trying to look presentable. We turn to face each other, and canโt help but laugh. We both know we look anything but innocent.
โHere,โ he says, grabbing a dishtowel and wetting it under the faucet. He reaches between my legs, gently wiping away the evidence of our encounter. Gasp at the contact, my body is still so sensitive.
โHarry,โ I warn, my voice barely a whisper, โwe donโt have time for-โ
โShh,โ he interrupts, his finger pressing against my lips, โI just want to take care of you. Let me do this, please.โ
I nod, my eyes locked with his as he cleans me, his touch gentle, reverent. When he's finished, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his arms wrapping around me in a tight hug.
"Thank you," I murmur, my voice barely audible.
He smiles, "Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."
Just then, we hear the sound of keys in the lock, our friends returning. We quickly pull apart, trying to look casual, trying to look like we haven't just been fucking on the kitchen counter. But as our friends walk in, their eyes narrowing as they take in our disheveled appearance, we can't help but smile, our secret hanging in the air between us.
โ โ โฎ โ โ
Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
Summary: Dean pulls you upstairs at the frat party and wastes no time showing you exactly how badly he wants you. After some heated teasing against the wall, he carries you into an empty bedroom, where the two of you lose yourselves in each other.
A/N: I opened my laptop for five minutes and somehow this happened. As you guys know, my content for the coming month has been planned, but this is an extra post because I've been so obsessed with off campus lately that i just had to write something filthy about it and i couldn't wait to post it. oops, sorry not sorry. enjoy babes x
Word Count: 1392
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY (oral f, p in v)
Dirty talk
โ โ โฎ โ โ
Youโre barely through the door of the frat house when Dean Di Laurentis is on you, crowding you against the nearest wall with that cocky, lopsided grin that always makes your stomach flip. The music from the party downstairs is a dull throb, but up here the hallway is dim and mostly empty, and Deanโs mouth is already at your ear.
โCouldnโt even wait till I finished my beer, huh?โ His voice is low, teasing, warm breath skating over your neck. โYou practically dragged me up the stairs. Desperate much?โ
You shove at his chest, but itโs half-hearted. โSays the guy who followed me like a puppy.โ
Dean laughs, the sound rich and filthy, and his hands slide down to grip your hips, thumbs stroking under the hem of your shirt. โPuppy? Baby, Iโm the one whoโs about to put you on your knees.โ He dips his head and nips at your throat, just hard enough to make you gasp. โOr maybe Iโll keep you right here. Let the whole house hear how loud you get when Iโโ
โDean,โ you warn, but it comes out breathy, and he knows it.
He grins against your skin. โWhat? Donโt like the idea of everyone knowing youโre mine?โ His fingers slip under your shirt, palms hot against your ribs, and he pushes the fabric up until your bra is exposed. He palms your breast through the lace, squeezing just enough to make your back arch. โFuck, these are perfect. Been thinking about them all night.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as his thumb circles your nipple. โYouโre such a perv.โ
โOnly for you.โ He kisses you then, hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to devour you. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. โTurn around.โ
You do, bracing your hands against the wall. Dean steps in close behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans. He grinds against your ass, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. โFeel that? Thatโs what you do to me. Walk around looking like sin and expect me to behave? Not happening.โ
His hands roam, one sliding down to cup you through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm right where you need it. You push back against him, chasing the friction, and he chuckles. โSo needy. Bet youโre already wet for me.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, but your voice shakes.
Dean pops the button on your jeans and drags the zipper down, his fingers slipping inside to stroke you over your panties. He groans when he feels the damp fabric. โKnew it. Soaked. You like the idea of me fucking you right here where anyone could walk by, donโt you?โ
You donโt answer, but your hips rock against his hand, and thatโs answer enough. Dean pushes your jeans and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air hits your bare skin, but his fingers are hot as they slide between your folds, parting you, teasing your clit with light, circling strokes that make your thighs tremble.
โDean, please,โ you breathe, and he laughs again, low and wicked.
โPlease what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.โ
You glare over your shoulder, but itโs ruined by the way your breath hitches when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them just right. โWant you to fuck me. Now.โ
He pumps his fingers slowly, scissoring them, stretching you. โNot yet. Gotta get you ready. Donโt want to hurt my girl.โ He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. โBesides, I like watching you fall apart on my fingers first. So pretty when you come.โ
You moan, head dropping forward as he adds a third finger, thrusting deeper. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, and the dual sensation has you shaking, pushing back against his hand. โDeanโfuckโgonna comeโโ
โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, voice rough. โCome for me. Let me feel it.โ
You do, clenching around his fingers, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean works you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until youโre whimpering from oversensitivity. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. โTastes so fucking good. Could eat you for hours.โ
Before you can recover, heโs spinning you around, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you the few steps to the nearest bedroom, you donโt care whose. He kicks the door shut and drops you onto the bed, already yanking his shirt off. You watch, dazed and hungry, as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip.
Dean climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. โLook at you. All spread out and dripping for me. Bet you want it bad, huh?โ
You reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders. โDean, stop teasing.โ
He just smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit, back and forth, until youโre writhing. โWhatโs the magic word?โ
โFuck you,โ you snap, but thereโs no heat behind it.
Dean laughs, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. โClose enough.โ He lines himself up and pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is perfect, the fullness even better, and you both groan when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. โFuck, you feel incredible. So tight. Gonna ruin me.โ
You clench around him, and he hisses. โDo that again and Iโm not gonna last.โ
โGood,โ you whisper, rolling your hips. โWant you to come inside me.โ
Deanโs eyes darken, and he pulls back before thrusting in hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall, but neither of you care. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you deep and fast, each thrust punching a moan from your throat. โYeah, thatโs it. Take it. Take every inch.โ
You wrap your legs tighter around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Dean leans down, sucking a mark into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. โGonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep youโll feel me for days.โ
The filthy words push you closer to the edge, and you reach between your bodies to rub your clit, chasing your second orgasm. Dean notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his own, thumb circling in time with his thrusts. โLet me. Want to feel you come on my cock.โ
It doesnโt take long. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit sends you spiraling, your walls clenching around him as you come with a cry of his name. Dean fucks you through it, pace faltering as your orgasm milks him, and then heโs groaning, hips stuttering as he comes, hot and thick inside you. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it prolongs your own pleasure until youโre both shaking and spent.
Dean collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, his face buried in your neck. He presses lazy kisses there, murmuring nonsense words of praise. After a moment he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest. His hand strokes your back, soothing, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
โBest decision I ever made, dragging you up here,โ he says, voice rough but fond.
You laugh, breathless, and kiss his jaw. โPretty sure I dragged you.โ
Dean grins, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. โDetails, baby. Details.โ He pulls you closer, already half-hard again against your thigh. โRound two in five?โ
You roll your eyes, but youโre smiling. โYouโre insatiable.โ
โOnly for you,โ he repeats, and this time it sounds like a promise.
โ โ โฎ โ โ
Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
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Summary: Dean pulls you upstairs at the frat party and wastes no time showing you exactly how badly he wants you. After some heated teasing against the wall, he carries you into an empty bedroom, where the two of you lose yourselves in each other.
A/N: I opened my laptop for five minutes and somehow this happened. As you guys know, my content for the coming month has been planned, but this is an extra post because I've been so obsessed with off campus lately that i just had to write something filthy about it and i couldn't wait to post it. oops, sorry not sorry. enjoy babes x
Word Count: 1392
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY (oral f, p in v)
Dirty talk
โ โ โฎ โ โ
Youโre barely through the door of the frat house when Dean Di Laurentis is on you, crowding you against the nearest wall with that cocky, lopsided grin that always makes your stomach flip. The music from the party downstairs is a dull throb, but up here the hallway is dim and mostly empty, and Deanโs mouth is already at your ear.
โCouldnโt even wait till I finished my beer, huh?โ His voice is low, teasing, warm breath skating over your neck. โYou practically dragged me up the stairs. Desperate much?โ
You shove at his chest, but itโs half-hearted. โSays the guy who followed me like a puppy.โ
Dean laughs, the sound rich and filthy, and his hands slide down to grip your hips, thumbs stroking under the hem of your shirt. โPuppy? Baby, Iโm the one whoโs about to put you on your knees.โ He dips his head and nips at your throat, just hard enough to make you gasp. โOr maybe Iโll keep you right here. Let the whole house hear how loud you get when Iโโ
โDean,โ you warn, but it comes out breathy, and he knows it.
He grins against your skin. โWhat? Donโt like the idea of everyone knowing youโre mine?โ His fingers slip under your shirt, palms hot against your ribs, and he pushes the fabric up until your bra is exposed. He palms your breast through the lace, squeezing just enough to make your back arch. โFuck, these are perfect. Been thinking about them all night.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as his thumb circles your nipple. โYouโre such a perv.โ
โOnly for you.โ He kisses you then, hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to devour you. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. โTurn around.โ
You do, bracing your hands against the wall. Dean steps in close behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans. He grinds against your ass, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. โFeel that? Thatโs what you do to me. Walk around looking like sin and expect me to behave? Not happening.โ
His hands roam, one sliding down to cup you through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm right where you need it. You push back against him, chasing the friction, and he chuckles. โSo needy. Bet youโre already wet for me.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, but your voice shakes.
Dean pops the button on your jeans and drags the zipper down, his fingers slipping inside to stroke you over your panties. He groans when he feels the damp fabric. โKnew it. Soaked. You like the idea of me fucking you right here where anyone could walk by, donโt you?โ
You donโt answer, but your hips rock against his hand, and thatโs answer enough. Dean pushes your jeans and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air hits your bare skin, but his fingers are hot as they slide between your folds, parting you, teasing your clit with light, circling strokes that make your thighs tremble.
โDean, please,โ you breathe, and he laughs again, low and wicked.
โPlease what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.โ
You glare over your shoulder, but itโs ruined by the way your breath hitches when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them just right. โWant you to fuck me. Now.โ
He pumps his fingers slowly, scissoring them, stretching you. โNot yet. Gotta get you ready. Donโt want to hurt my girl.โ He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. โBesides, I like watching you fall apart on my fingers first. So pretty when you come.โ
You moan, head dropping forward as he adds a third finger, thrusting deeper. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, and the dual sensation has you shaking, pushing back against his hand. โDeanโfuckโgonna comeโโ
โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, voice rough. โCome for me. Let me feel it.โ
You do, clenching around his fingers, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean works you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until youโre whimpering from oversensitivity. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. โTastes so fucking good. Could eat you for hours.โ
Before you can recover, heโs spinning you around, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you the few steps to the nearest bedroom, you donโt care whose. He kicks the door shut and drops you onto the bed, already yanking his shirt off. You watch, dazed and hungry, as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip.
Dean climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. โLook at you. All spread out and dripping for me. Bet you want it bad, huh?โ
You reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders. โDean, stop teasing.โ
He just smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit, back and forth, until youโre writhing. โWhatโs the magic word?โ
โFuck you,โ you snap, but thereโs no heat behind it.
Dean laughs, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. โClose enough.โ He lines himself up and pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is perfect, the fullness even better, and you both groan when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. โFuck, you feel incredible. So tight. Gonna ruin me.โ
You clench around him, and he hisses. โDo that again and Iโm not gonna last.โ
โGood,โ you whisper, rolling your hips. โWant you to come inside me.โ
Deanโs eyes darken, and he pulls back before thrusting in hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall, but neither of you care. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you deep and fast, each thrust punching a moan from your throat. โYeah, thatโs it. Take it. Take every inch.โ
You wrap your legs tighter around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Dean leans down, sucking a mark into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. โGonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep youโll feel me for days.โ
The filthy words push you closer to the edge, and you reach between your bodies to rub your clit, chasing your second orgasm. Dean notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his own, thumb circling in time with his thrusts. โLet me. Want to feel you come on my cock.โ
It doesnโt take long. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit sends you spiraling, your walls clenching around him as you come with a cry of his name. Dean fucks you through it, pace faltering as your orgasm milks him, and then heโs groaning, hips stuttering as he comes, hot and thick inside you. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it prolongs your own pleasure until youโre both shaking and spent.
Dean collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, his face buried in your neck. He presses lazy kisses there, murmuring nonsense words of praise. After a moment he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest. His hand strokes your back, soothing, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
โBest decision I ever made, dragging you up here,โ he says, voice rough but fond.
You laugh, breathless, and kiss his jaw. โPretty sure I dragged you.โ
Dean grins, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. โDetails, baby. Details.โ He pulls you closer, already half-hard again against your thigh. โRound two in five?โ
You roll your eyes, but youโre smiling. โYouโre insatiable.โ
โOnly for you,โ he repeats, and this time it sounds like a promise.
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Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐
Summary: Dean pulls you upstairs at the frat party and wastes no time showing you exactly how badly he wants you. After some heated teasing against the wall, he carries you into an empty bedroom, where the two of you lose yourselves in each other.
A/N: I opened my laptop for five minutes and somehow this happened. As you guys know, my content for the coming month has been planned, but this is an extra post because I've been so obsessed with off campus lately that i just had to write something filthy about it and i couldn't wait to post it. oops, sorry not sorry. enjoy babes x
Word Count: 1392
Warnings:ย
SMUT, 18+ ONLY (oral f, p in v)
Dirty talk
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Youโre barely through the door of the frat house when Dean Di Laurentis is on you, crowding you against the nearest wall with that cocky, lopsided grin that always makes your stomach flip. The music from the party downstairs is a dull throb, but up here the hallway is dim and mostly empty, and Deanโs mouth is already at your ear.
โCouldnโt even wait till I finished my beer, huh?โ His voice is low, teasing, warm breath skating over your neck. โYou practically dragged me up the stairs. Desperate much?โ
You shove at his chest, but itโs half-hearted. โSays the guy who followed me like a puppy.โ
Dean laughs, the sound rich and filthy, and his hands slide down to grip your hips, thumbs stroking under the hem of your shirt. โPuppy? Baby, Iโm the one whoโs about to put you on your knees.โ He dips his head and nips at your throat, just hard enough to make you gasp. โOr maybe Iโll keep you right here. Let the whole house hear how loud you get when Iโโ
โDean,โ you warn, but it comes out breathy, and he knows it.
He grins against your skin. โWhat? Donโt like the idea of everyone knowing youโre mine?โ His fingers slip under your shirt, palms hot against your ribs, and he pushes the fabric up until your bra is exposed. He palms your breast through the lace, squeezing just enough to make your back arch. โFuck, these are perfect. Been thinking about them all night.โ
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as his thumb circles your nipple. โYouโre such a perv.โ
โOnly for you.โ He kisses you then, hard and deep, tongue sliding against yours like heโs trying to devour you. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. โTurn around.โ
You do, bracing your hands against the wall. Dean steps in close behind you, his chest pressed to your back, and you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans. He grinds against your ass, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. โFeel that? Thatโs what you do to me. Walk around looking like sin and expect me to behave? Not happening.โ
His hands roam, one sliding down to cup you through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm right where you need it. You push back against him, chasing the friction, and he chuckles. โSo needy. Bet youโre already wet for me.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, but your voice shakes.
Dean pops the button on your jeans and drags the zipper down, his fingers slipping inside to stroke you over your panties. He groans when he feels the damp fabric. โKnew it. Soaked. You like the idea of me fucking you right here where anyone could walk by, donโt you?โ
You donโt answer, but your hips rock against his hand, and thatโs answer enough. Dean pushes your jeans and panties down in one rough motion, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air hits your bare skin, but his fingers are hot as they slide between your folds, parting you, teasing your clit with light, circling strokes that make your thighs tremble.
โDean, please,โ you breathe, and he laughs again, low and wicked.
โPlease what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.โ
You glare over your shoulder, but itโs ruined by the way your breath hitches when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them just right. โWant you to fuck me. Now.โ
He pumps his fingers slowly, scissoring them, stretching you. โNot yet. Gotta get you ready. Donโt want to hurt my girl.โ He leans in, teeth grazing your ear. โBesides, I like watching you fall apart on my fingers first. So pretty when you come.โ
You moan, head dropping forward as he adds a third finger, thrusting deeper. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles, and the dual sensation has you shaking, pushing back against his hand. โDeanโfuckโgonna comeโโ
โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, voice rough. โCome for me. Let me feel it.โ
You do, clenching around his fingers, a broken cry escaping your lips. Dean works you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until youโre whimpering from oversensitivity. He pulls his fingers free and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. โTastes so fucking good. Could eat you for hours.โ
Before you can recover, heโs spinning you around, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you the few steps to the nearest bedroom, you donโt care whose. He kicks the door shut and drops you onto the bed, already yanking his shirt off. You watch, dazed and hungry, as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and leaking at the tip.
Dean climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, coating himself, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. โLook at you. All spread out and dripping for me. Bet you want it bad, huh?โ
You reach for him, nails digging into his shoulders. โDean, stop teasing.โ
He just smirks, rubbing his cock against your clit, back and forth, until youโre writhing. โWhatโs the magic word?โ
โFuck you,โ you snap, but thereโs no heat behind it.
Dean laughs, leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. โClose enough.โ He lines himself up and pushes in, inch by inch, stretching you open. The burn is perfect, the fullness even better, and you both groan when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours. He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. โFuck, you feel incredible. So tight. Gonna ruin me.โ
You clench around him, and he hisses. โDo that again and Iโm not gonna last.โ
โGood,โ you whisper, rolling your hips. โWant you to come inside me.โ
Deanโs eyes darken, and he pulls back before thrusting in hard, setting a punishing rhythm. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall, but neither of you care. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you deep and fast, each thrust punching a moan from your throat. โYeah, thatโs it. Take it. Take every inch.โ
You wrap your legs tighter around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Dean leans down, sucking a mark into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. โGonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep youโll feel me for days.โ
The filthy words push you closer to the edge, and you reach between your bodies to rub your clit, chasing your second orgasm. Dean notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his own, thumb circling in time with his thrusts. โLet me. Want to feel you come on my cock.โ
It doesnโt take long. The combination of his cock pounding into you and his fingers on your clit sends you spiraling, your walls clenching around him as you come with a cry of his name. Dean fucks you through it, pace faltering as your orgasm milks him, and then heโs groaning, hips stuttering as he comes, hot and thick inside you. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it prolongs your own pleasure until youโre both shaking and spent.
Dean collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, his face buried in your neck. He presses lazy kisses there, murmuring nonsense words of praise. After a moment he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so youโre tucked against his chest. His hand strokes your back, soothing, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
โBest decision I ever made, dragging you up here,โ he says, voice rough but fond.
You laugh, breathless, and kiss his jaw. โPretty sure I dragged you.โ
Dean grins, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. โDetails, baby. Details.โ He pulls you closer, already half-hard again against your thigh. โRound two in five?โ
You roll your eyes, but youโre smiling. โYouโre insatiable.โ
โOnly for you,โ he repeats, and this time it sounds like a promise.
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Thank you so much for reading, youโre a total angel! Donโt forget to like and comment if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! ๐