After Hours
*that one tiktok audio* "hey....how y'all doing"
it's been nearly a year since i've written anything. i lost motivation and also life has been a lot. but i finally felt like writing something so i had to take advantage of it :D
as i said before it's been a whileeeee since i've written so be gentle lol this is essentially just porn without plot.
𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 ⟢ libraries at night are only for sex. word count: 2.1k
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ⟢ smut (oral - f receiving, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex? sort of, the library is empty when they do it lol, mentions of voyeurism...i think that's everything) strong language of course
𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ⭑.ᐟ
ps. i miss harry so much.
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It's late, much later than you promised yourself, but these books aren't going to read themselves, and you really need to study. The entire space you're occupying is covered with books, with no space left on the table you've tucked yourself away at as you try your best to absorb as much information as you possibly can.
You rub your tired eyes, trying to focus on the text in front of you. The words are starting to blur together, and you can feel the beginnings of a headache forming at your temples. You've been staring at the pages so long you fear you may start to hallucinate. It's also dark, with only the table lamps illuminating the area. Vaguely, you hear the sound of footsteps, and you know you may have to call it a night soon.
No, those are actual footsteps.
You tense—the library is technically closed right now—about three hours ago now, if you're counting; you're taking advantage of your current employment with the library just by being here, it's the only reason your student card was able to swipe in. Unfortunately, that also means that whoever is walking towards youalsoworks here, and the odds of it being your manager are pretty high.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to be here this late but I just…" you trail off when the figure is close enough and you meet Harry's eyes. Harry, your coworker and classmate Harry. The same classmate you'd had a crush on since you met him. He's kind, and smart, and he keeps to himself mostly but he's just so hot you can't help but be obsessed with him.
So, no, not your manager who will come and fire you on the spot for being here after hours, but this is somehow even worse.
He's got this sheepish look on his face, like he's also been caught doing something bad—which truthfully he is—and you can't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"
"The same thing you are, I reckon," he says quietly, setting his backpack on a table near yours. "Was up on the third floor studying but I need some books from down here."
You blink at him a few times before nodding. So he's also been hiding in the library this whole time.
Harry settles in silently, setting his things down, slowly gathering books and study materials. You're hyper aware of his presence as you study—or try to study.
You've worked with him many times before, you've had lots of classes with him, but there's something that feels more intimate about being tucked away in the library late at night. You decide to let yourself look over at him just this one time, and find him to be already looking at you.
"Did you need something?" you ask, feeling flustered under his gaze.
"That's a loaded question," he counters quietly, so quietly you almost think you mishear him. Then he's walking over to stand next to you, looking over your shoulder at the many, many books you have spread out.
"What are you reading?" he asks, bending so that he's close to your ear. "Anything interesting?"
You have to take a deep breath before you say anything. God, he smells good.
"Just studying for the exam next week," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite his proximity. His breath is warm against your ear, and you can feel goosebumps rising on your skin. The way he's leaning over you makes it hard to concentrate on anything else.
He hums slightly, "So am I."
The silence between you stretches, thick with tension as his breath fans across your cheek. Your heart is racing, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body as he hovers so close to you. Without thinking, you turn your head slightly to face him, your lips now mere inches apart.
What is happening right now? His eyes flicker to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. He holds your gaze for a bit before he nods, stepping back away from you to return to his own table. You're left blinking in wonder, your heart racing as he continues his studying.
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You're not proud of it, because you do take your job seriously, really you do, but after the first night, you return back to the library past close three more times.
You tell yourself that you're not hoping Harry will show up as you spread out your books and notebooks, but when he doesn't show up your first night back, you leave with a deflated feeling in your chest.
The second and third times, however, he does come back. He's all cheeky grins and lingering looks as he studies beside you, sharing your table by the third night.
Your friends Sawyer and Megan are convinced this is the beginning of the next great love story.
"He likes you! Why else would he keep showing up?" Megan claims one night over dinner. "At the very least he wants you, like, for sure."
You shake your head at that. "There's no way. We've known each other for a while, and he's never done anything before."
"He wants to fuck you. Trust me," Sawyer butts in. "Take it from a guy, he wants you. Probably wants to do it right on the library table."
You nearly choke on your drink at Sawyer's bluntness, your face heating up at the mere thought. "You're ridiculous," you mutter, but you can't help the way your mind wanders to Harry's intense stares and the way he hovers so close to you in the library. That night, you return to your usual spot, and when Harry shows up, there's something different in the air between you.
The tension from the previous nights feels like it's finally reached its breaking point. You can barely focus on your studies with him sitting so close, his presence overwhelming your senses. When his eyes meet yours across the table, there's a heat in his gaze that makes your breath catch in your throat.
He breaks the silence, "You took biochem 2 with Professor Stevens last semester, right?"
You falter, not expecting that. "Um... yeah, I did, why?"
"Can you come tell me if these diagrams look right? This class is killing me," he asks, gesturing to the papers in front of him. You clear your throat, nodding gently before reaching for it. He pulls the paper from your grasp before you can take it, though, standing up and walking over to your side of the table. You try not to focus on the grey sweatpants he's currently wearing.
"I'll come to you," he offers, walking around and setting the paper in front of you.
You look it over and it's all mostly right, he just needs to switch a few things around. "It's mostly right, just gotta... um, move this here," you fix it, but you can tell he's not paying attention to that, a whispered "mhm" leaves his mouth but you feel his gaze on your face.
You feel him lean in closer, his breath fanning across your cheek as the space between you grows charged with tension. The air feels thick, heavy with anticipation as his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips. Your heart is racing in your chest, the sound of your pulse drowning out everything else in the quiet library.
The anticipation builds as you both lean in closer, the space between you charged with electricity. The soft light from the table lamp casts shadows across his face, making his eyes appear darker, more intense. Time seems to slow down as you feel his breath ghost across your lips, neither of you daring to move away.
You kiss him, or maybe he's kissing you—you're not sure who actually moves first—but your lips are on his. You melt into the kiss, his hands find your waist as he pulls you closer to him. The kiss is heated, it takes your breath away. Slowly, his lips find their way to the corner of your mouth, to your jaw and down the side of your neck. He kisses until he hears your sharp intake of breath, focusing on the spot that made you make that noise.
You gasp as his lips find a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, your fingers tangling in his hair to keep him there. His teeth graze your skin lightly, sending shivers down your spine as he marks you. The sensation is overwhelming, making your head spin with desire, “Harry…”
“Can I taste you?” he asks, his hands grip your waist tighter. You nod, not trusting your voice to not squeak. “You're all I think about at night when I have my hands around my cock,” he says, moving away from you slightly. You almost want to complain about the loss of contact but you shudder as he kneels before you, his fingers quickly undoing the button and zipper of your pants.
“I think of the sounds you’d make,” he stands up again, kissing your neck again, his tongue wet against your flushed skin. “How tight you’ll feel wrapped around me when you come.”
Jesus Christ. You had no idea Harry would be so downright filthy. You feel the rush of arousal flow through your body, settling low in your stomach.
He grips the back of your thighs and lifts you so you're sitting on the table behind you. You lean back on your hands to brace yourself as he sinks to his knees again, pressing a kiss against your clothed pussy.
The contact makes you jolt, which then makes a book fall from its place on the table. It lands on the floor with a loud thud, echoing throughout the silent library. You both pause briefly, Harry’s eyes flickering with amusement. “Careful, love,” he chastises jokingly.
Any comeback you might have had died in your throat soon after when Harry pulls your panties to the side, licking from into you with a broad swipe of his tongue.
His eyes instantly flutter shut at the taste of you on his tongue and there's a deep rumble of a moan that escapes from his mouth, sending a delicious vibration to your clit. He goes slow at first, exploring and licking and seeing what you like, making mental notes of what makes your hips buck onto his face.
You slap your hand to your mouth to muffle the moan that wants to escape as Harry gently circles your clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and then releasing it to circle again. The rhythm he's set is perfect, and you're all but riding his face as he continues.
He pulls back briefly, your arousal coating his chin, his pupils blown, “You taste even better than I imagined,” he puts his mouth back on you, licking at your entrance, a mumbled, ‘fuck’ leaves his mouth before he's sliding two fingers inside you, curling them up against your g-spot.
That's all it takes to have you crumbling. Your body shakes as Harry works you through your orgasm, his tongue and fingers never stopping their movements until you're squirming from oversensitivity. You grip his hair tightly, tugging him away from your overstimulated core as you try to catch your breath. A satisfied smirk plays across his lips as he looks up at you from between your thighs.
“Fuck,” you gasp, “Come here,” you pull at him to that he's standing in front of you, kissing him hard. This kiss is messier, your front teeth hit his from the force you use but neither of you complain.
“Need you to fuck me,” you say, reaching between you to work his pants down. Your thankful he’s wearing sweatpants before you're able to push them down with ease, his hard cock springing out, leaking precum. You wrap your hand around him, giving him a few firm strokes. He groans at the contact, his hips bucking into your touch as you swipe your thumb over his sensitive head. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, hard and throbbing in your hand.
You line him up with your entrance, both of you gasping at the contact. “I’m on the pill,” you offer, “And I’m clean I get tested regularly,” He grips your hips tightly, stroking himself, “I’m clean too.”
With one last nod of confirmation, he sinks himself into you slowly, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. The feeling of fullness makes you moan softly against his lips, careful to keep quiet in the silent library.
He stays there for a second, buried deep, to let you get accustomed to him. When he starts to move, it's slow and torturous, dragging himself almost all the way out before pushing back in. His thrusts are controlled, deliberate, hitting spots inside you that make your toes curl. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as he gradually picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with more urgency.
You're still keenly aware that you're in the library. In the library at 2 am, getting fucked on one of the tables in the back. There's no cameras or really any way for anyone to know you're doing this unless they were to walk in but the small possibility of it makes you tremble with arousal.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you, Y/N,” he says, accentuating his request with sharper pushes of his hips, his hand reaching between you to rub against your clit. You hadn't even realized your eyes had slipped shut from the pleasure you're feeling, your head tipped back. “Wanna see the pretty faces you make when you take my cock.”
You listen, you meet his heated gaze and feel like you could nearly come again. You're nearly trembling under his intense gaze, your body on fire with need. His cock twitches inside you as your walls flutter around him, and you can barely hold back the whimper that threatens to escape. The way he's looking at you, like he wants to devour you whole, sends another wave of arousal coursing through your body.
The only sounds in the library are your wetness and the sound of skin slapping together, and it only adding to the sound more. Harry’s eyes wander your body as he fucks you, but when his eyes travel down to where you're connected, where his cock is pounding in and out of you he nearly crumbles.
“Look at you, you're doing so good for me, taking me so well,” his praise shamelessly goes straight to your clit. Not something you knew you were into but, here you are.
“And you’re doing it right here in the library, anyone could walk in a see you right now,” his thrusts stutter slightly before he maintains his pace— he’s close. “You like that though, don't you I bet you want someone walk in and see me fucking you like the little slut you are.”
The moan you let out is guttural. You no longer care about being quiet, not when he's saying filthy things in your ear. every thrust of his hips sends his cock deeper and deeper inside of you and he's all you can think of. Harry floods all your senses until you're nothing more than a whimpering mess on the table for him.
His hands are gripping your hips so tightly you know there will be bruises tomorrow, but you can't bring yourself to care. You can feel another orgasm building rapidly, your walls fluttering around his thick cock as he drives into you mercilessly. "Harry, please, I'm so close," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper.
His pace falters a little bit again, his thrusts growing sloppier and he chases his own orgasm.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Come on my cock," his words combined with a particularly deep thrust send you over the edge, your second orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. Your walls clench around him rhythmically, and with a deep groan, he follows you over the edge, spilling inside you as his hips stutter to a stop.
For a few seconds after, you both stay there panting. there's ringing in your ears, and you're fairly certain that if you tried to move, you'd simply fall over. You're eventually brought back to earth by Harry pressing soft kisses along your back, over your clothing. it's a sweet gesture that's vastly different from what he was just doing.
He pulls out gently, and you nearly whimper at the loss of him. He helps you stand, and you can feel your knees shaking slightly. With gentle hands, he helps you fix your clothing, pressing one last soft kiss to your temple. It's a nice gesture, but you have to quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, feeling his release start to drip down your legs.
You clean yourself up quickly, and return to the spot you just were, taking a moment to straighten up the books on the table, making sure nothing was damaged during your activities.
“Are the books okay?” he asks, you're certain he's mostly joking but you answer anyways.
"They're fine," you say with a small laugh, running your fingers over the spines of the books.
You both share a knowing look, a mixture of satisfaction and amusement dancing in your eyes. Harry helps gather your study materials, his movements gentle and considerate – quite the contrast to his earlier intensity.
The silence isn't awkward as you both gather your things up, but he's the first to break it, “Did you-” he cuts himself of before starting, “Do you want to get coffee sometime?" he asks, his voice soft but hopeful. "When it's not 2 AM in a library, I mean." His casual tone is betrayed by the way his eyes search yours intently, waiting for your answer.
You almost want to giggle at his nerves, as if he wasn't just inside of you. He takes your pause as a bad sign, though, and he quickly brings to ramble, “Or not, we can- I’m sorry, I may have gone about this all backwards it's just I’ve liked you for a while and-and you seemed like you might want to…I just- I'd really like to spend more time with you, outside of... this."
You cut off his rambling with a soft kiss, pulling back with a smile. "I'd love to get coffee with you, Harry.”
“It’s a date, then,” he says, and you nod happily in confirmation.
His answering smile is bright enough to light up the entire library. You gather your things, stealing glances at each other as you prepare to leave. As you walk out together into the cool night air, he steals one last kiss to your cheek before you both go on your separate ways for the night.
