Smut one shots

Stressed Out

It was a very stressful day for him. Harry was stressed 8 out of the 7 days of the week. He doesn't even get to rest when he gets home. Running a hand through his curls, he grabs his briefcase and locks up the office. He was the last one to go home each day so he didn't worry about saying goodnight to anyone.

Walking up to his white Tesla, the door glides open and he swiftly sits inside. Harry rubs his sore temples and looks at the time. Nearly midnight. His phone rings, causing him to answer the call from his mate Gray.

"Harry, you gotta try out the gentleman's club on 5th street, those girls will give you a run for your money!" He shouts over the loud music in the background.

"I don't know mate, I've got work tomorrow." Harry mutters, starting the car.

"You work everyday!" He shouts. "C'mon live a little!"

Harry bites his lip, he could use some relief. It had been months since he'd gotten laid. "Be there in ten."

The phone disconnects and Harry nearly speeds the entire way.

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She expertly spun around the pole, her long legs helped her with that. Manicured nails gripped the metal, her feet being lifted off the floor. Whistles from the crowd keep her going, pulling the tight blouse off her body to reveal the red lacy bra, tight against her medium breasts. Her bottom half was covered by a thin cheeky matching red lace.

Her heels click against the floor as she walks down the stairs and into the crowd, collecting bills from the men holding them out to her. She connects her brown eyes with his green ones, wondering how a man like that ended up here.

Harry watches the girl approach him, his bulge growing by the second. The wad of cash in her hands was nearly the amount of his weekly check. She slides into the booth next to Harry, whispering into his ear.

"Hi handsome." Her breath was hot and sexy. Harry bit his lip, glancing down the valley of her smaller breasts, perfect for him to hold.

Her manicured finger traces a line from his chin over the lump in between his legs, causing him to throw his hand back softly.

"Fuck." He mutters, turning back to her gorgeous face. She barely had any makeup on, looking pretty as ever.

She lifts her leg over him, putting the money on the table, now straddling her newest toy. Harry felt at ease, glad his stress dissolved into thin air.

"Oh." She nearly moans, gliding her throbbing core over his now hard cock. Her hand grabs his, placing his long fingers over her wet panties. "You feel that?"

Harry could barely find the words to speak, simply nodding. Her hand leaves his, but he continues to rub the soaked fabric.

"I can feel how hard you are, don't you want me to fix that?" She nibbles his earlobe, talking gently into his ear.

"Let's go." He stands up quickly, letting her stand up next to him. She was shocked at his height, her frame not even close to matching his even with heels on.

She grabs his ring clad hand and the stack of cash and leads him to the private rooms, going to the very end to the largest room. She locks the door and dims the lights. Harry looked around at the velvet purple couches surrounding the small room, a pole in the center and mirrors all around the walls.

She throws the money on the floor, using her hands to push Harry on the couch. Once sat, she undoes his tie, placing it to the side. "We'll need that for later."

Harry nearly loses himself right then and there. She smirks and walks over to the pole, starting a routine of her own. She dances as if its her second nature, gliding through the air like she can fly. Her newly dyed light brunette hair our of her face, allowing her to watch Harry  begin to touch himself. She gets on her knees and crawls over to him, replacing his hands with her own.