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heyy!! could i please request something for harry hart x reader/bedivere??? something like them playing billiard or chess and then things get steamy ;) ty, i looove ur writing!!!

Title: Pool table

Summary: Harry and Bedivere play a game of pool, and Bedivere crosses another place off her list.

Pairing: Harry Hart × Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut

Author's Notes: Heyyy! Of course, you can request something for Harry Hart/Bedivere! A steamy game of billiards sounds like a fantastic idea! 😏 Thanks for the love and for following my writing! Stay tuned! 🎱🔥

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Harry smiled at you from the other side of the pool table, his eyes twinkling with amusement behind his glasses. You were concentrating hard, your brows furrowed as you aimed the cue, trying to sink the ball into the pocket. But as you took the shot, the ball ricocheted off the side, missing the mark entirely. A soft groan of disappointment escaped your lips as you straightened up, pouting slightly.

Harry’s laughter was a warm, teasing sound that made your heart flutter despite your frustration. “I must say, Bedivere, it’s rather amusing to watch you struggle with this,” he said, his voice rich with amusement. “How is it possible to own a pool table and not know how to play?”

You sighed, leaning on your cue as you met his gaze with a mixture of exasperation and embarrassment. “It’s more for decoration than anything else,” you admitted, your tone tinged with a hint of defensiveness. “It just looks nice in the games room, okay?”

Harry chuckled, his smile widening as he walked around the table to stand beside you. He leaned on his own cue, tilting his head as he studied your expression. “Decorative or not, it seems a shame to have such a lovely table and not use it properly,” he teased gently. “Why don’t you let me show you a few tricks?”

You looked up at him, your pout softening into a reluctant smile. “Alright, fine,” you conceded, stepping aside to give him room. “But don’t expect miracles. I’m terrible at this.”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and affection as he positioned himself beside you, his hands guiding yours on the cue. “It’s all about the angle and the follow-through,” he explained, his voice low and soothing. “Just like this.”

With a smooth, practiced motion, he lined up the shot and guided your hands to take it. The ball rolled gracefully across the table and sank into the pocket with a satisfying clink. You gasped, your eyes widening in surprise as you looked up at him, a delighted smile spreading across your face.

“See?” Harry murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in close. “You just needed a little guidance. Now, why don’t you try the next shot on your own?”

Your heart raced as you nodded, your fingers tingling from his touch. You positioned yourself at the table, recalling his instructions as you aimed carefully. With a deep breath, you took the shot, and the ball rolled smoothly across the table, just missing the pocket by a hair’s breadth.

Harry’s laughter was a soft, approving sound as he clapped his hands lightly. “Much better,” he praised, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “You’re getting the hang of it, Bedivere.”

You turned to him, a mixture of pride and frustration in your gaze. “I still missed,” you pointed out, but your tone was lighter, the disappointment easing in the face of his encouragement.

Harry’s smile softened as he reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Improvement is all that matters,” he said, his voice a low, reassuring murmur. “And besides, practice makes perfect. Perhaps we should make this a regular part of your training.”

You laughed, shaking your head in mock exasperation. “Training, huh? Are you trying to turn me into a pool shark now, Arthur?”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a playful challenge as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive whisper. “Or maybe I just enjoy watching you learn something new. There’s something quite irresistible about your determination.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes sending a thrill of excitement through you. “Well, I suppose if my king insists,” you teased, your voice low and flirtatious. “I can’t very well refuse, can I?”

Harry’s smile was a slow, wicked curve of his lips as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Indeed, you cannot,” he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive promise. “And who knows? With a bit more practice, you might just give me a run for my money.”

Your laughter was a bright, melodic sound as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’ll hold you to that, Harry,” you whispered, your breath warm against his ear. “But for now, how about another round?”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of affection and amusement as he nodded, his arms tightening around you. “Another round it is,” he agreed, his voice a low, tender murmur. “And this time, let’s see if you can sink that ball.”

With a playful grin, you turned back to the table, your heart light with the promise of the challenge ahead. As you positioned yourself for the next shot, you felt Harry’s gaze on you, a warm, steady presence that filled you with a sense of determination and excitement.

Harry, with the ease of an expert, took a measured sip from his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid burning pleasantly down his throat. He watched you from the corner of his eye as you bent over the pool table, your fingers deftly arranging the billiard balls back into place. His gaze lingered on the curve of your ass, the way the fabric of your dress clung to your form as you moved, igniting a slow, simmering heat within him.

As you straightened, Harry placed his glass down with a quiet clink, his eyes darkening with a mix of admiration and barely contained desire. He moved to the table with a predatory grace, lining up his shot with the practiced ease of a man who had mastered both the game and the art of seduction. The sharp crack of the cue ball breaking the formation sent the balls scattering, and Harry's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he sank the first shot effortlessly.

You watched, a mixture of awe and frustration playing across your features as he set up for his next shot. The contrast between his effortless skill and your own fumbling attempts at the game was stark, but Harry seemed to revel in it, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint each time you missed.

With a playful huff, you took your turn, bending over the table to line up your shot, the cue held awkwardly in your hands. Harry’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to the way your hips swayed, the arch of your back accentuating the curve of your ass as you focused on the game. His breath hitched, the whiskey only heightening the effect of your movements, each subtle shift of your body sending a jolt of desire through him.

As you missed yet another shot, the ball clinking off the side and rolling back towards you, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, his voice low and rich with amusement. “Need a little help, Bedivere?” he teased, his tone laced with a dark, seductive edge.

You turned to him, a hint of a pout on your lips as you met his gaze. “I think I need more than a little help, Harry,” you admitted, your voice a playful grumble. “This game hates me.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, his gaze drifting over you with a slow, deliberate intensity. “Perhaps the game isn’t the problem,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper as he stepped closer, his presence a heady mix of authority and desire. “Perhaps it’s your stance that needs adjusting.”

Without waiting for a response, he moved behind you, his hands settling on your hips with a possessive grip. “Let me show you,” he said, his breath warm against your ear as he guided you back to the table, his body pressing against yours.

Your breath hitched, your heart racing as you felt the heat of his touch, the firm pressure of his hands sending a shiver of anticipation through you. “Harry,” you whispered, your voice a breathless plea, “I don’t think this is about pool anymore.”

Harry’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his fingers tightening on your hips as he leaned in, his body pressing you firmly against the edge of the table. “No, it’s not,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “It’s about me wanting to fuck you senseless right here.”

You let out a giggle, the sound light and teasing as you turned your head to glance over your shoulder at Harry. “I love how whiskey loosens that silver tongue of yours,” you murmured, your voice laced with a mixture of amusement and desire. “It’s nice to see you let go of that polished gentleman facade every once in a while.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint in his gaze as he watched you, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “And here I thought you preferred me as the polished gentleman.”

Your cheeky smile widened, your breath hitching as you felt his hands tighten on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh with a possessive force. “Oh, I do love the gentleman, Harry,” you replied, your voice a soft, teasing whisper. “But there’s something thrilling about seeing this side of you—the side that’s ready to take what he wants without asking.”

A low growl rumbled in Harry’s throat, his eyes darkening with a fierce, unyielding desire as he pressed you more firmly against the pool table. “You think I’m letting go of my gentlemanly ways, do you?” he murmured, his voice a rough, seductive growl. “Just because I’ve had a bit of whiskey?”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as you felt the heat of his body against yours, the firm pressure of his arousal pressing into your backside. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. “I like seeing you like this, Harry. I like knowing that beneath all that polish, there’s a man who wants to fuck me senseless right here.”

Harry’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh with a possessive force that sent a shiver of pleasure through you. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “But if that’s what you want, I’ll gladly oblige.”

Without another word, Harry reached down, his fingers deftly pulling up the hem of your dress, exposing the bare skin of your thighs. His touch was rough and insistent as he pushed your panties aside, the fabric sliding down your legs with a tantalizing slowness that left you trembling with anticipation.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice a low, rough whisper that sent a jolt of excitement through you. “I want to see you, Bedivere. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling as you obeyed, spreading your legs wide and pressing your hands against the cool surface of the pool table. The anticipation thrummed through your veins, each moment of waiting heightening the intensity of your arousal.

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive hunger as he watched you, his gaze fixed on the sight of you spread open and ready for him. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured, his voice a rough, appreciative growl. “You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you? So eager to be fucked.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you felt his fingers slide between your thighs, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against your clit with a deliberate, tantalizing pressure. “Yes,” you gasped, your voice a breathless plea. “I’m so wet for you, Harry. Please, don’t make me wait.”

Harry’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in close, his body pressing against yours. “Oh, I’m not going to make you wait,” he growled, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, and you’re going to take every inch of me.”

With a swift, practiced motion, Harry unzipped his trousers, freeing himself with a rough, deliberate motion. His cock was hard and throbbing, the tip already slick with pre-cum as he positioned himself behind you, his gaze fixed on the sight of your wet, eager pussy spread open before him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a rough, appreciative growl. “So ready, so needy. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for me to take you.”

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, the anticipation thrumming through your veins. “Yes,” you whimpered, your voice a desperate, pleading cry. “Please, Harry. Fuck me. I need you.”

A low, primal growl rumbled in Harry’s throat as he thrust into you, his cock filling you with a powerful, claiming motion that left you gasping and trembling with pleasure. “Oh, Bedivere,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he buried himself deep inside you. “You feel so good, so tight around me.”

The sensation of him filling you, the rough friction of his cock against your inner walls, sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body. “Harry,” you moaned, your voice a breathless plea. “Please, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”

Harry’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent, each movement a powerful, claiming motion that left you gasping and trembling with pleasure. “I’m not going to stop,” he growled, his voice a low, rough whisper. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, until you’re begging for more.”

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you felt the intensity of his thrusts driving you closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a tidal wave ready to crash. “Yes,” you sobbed, your voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and ecstasy. “Yes, Harry. Fuck me. Make me come.”

Harry’s eyes darkened with a fierce, unyielding hunger as he drove into you, his thrusts growing more powerful, more insistent with each passing moment. “You’re mine, Bedivere,” he growled, his voice a rough, commanding whisper. “All mine. And you’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come all over my cock.”

A choked cry escaped your lips as you felt the pressure within you reach its peak, your body trembling with the intensity of your impending release. “Yes,” you gasped, your voice a desperate, breathless plea. “I’m going to come. Please, Harry, make me come.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry drove you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of pleasure that left you gasping and trembling in his arms. “Oh, God,” you sobbed, your voice a broken, breathless cry. “Harry, yes. I’m coming.”

Harry’s growl was a low, primal sound as he felt your inner walls clenching around him, the sensation driving him to the brink of his own release. “Come for me, Bedivere,” he commanded, his voice thick with a primal, unyielding desire. “Come all over my cock.”

As the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving you panting and trembling in Harry’s arms, he held you close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered sweet words of reassurance. “Shh, my love,” he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. “You were magnificent. You did so well.”

With tender care, Harry reached down to pull your dress back into place, his fingers brushing over your skin with a gentle, possessive touch. “There, my love,” he cooed, his voice a soft, reassuring whisper. “You’re perfect. Just like always.”

A soft, contented sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against him, your body trembling with a lingering sense of pleasure and fulfillment. “I love you, Harry,” you whispered, your voice a soft, earnest plea. “Thank you for this.”

Harry’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of affection and satisfaction as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. “And I love you, Bedivere,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough promise. “Always and forever.”

In the quiet aftermath, with the weight of their shared desire hanging heavy in the air, Harry and you held each other close, your hearts beating in unison. The path ahead would be filled with challenges, but you were determined to face them together, your bond stronger than ever, forged in the fires of your shared passion and the unspoken promise of a future built on mutual love and understanding.

As the haze of passion began to fade, you found yourself laughing softly, the thrill of your recent escapade leaving you both breathless and giddy. Harry, ever the epitome of poise even after such an intense moment, leaned back against the pool table, his breathing steadying as he adjusted his glasses. The warmth of his gaze and the faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips were enough to make your heart race all over again.

“Would you look at that,” you murmured, your voice a teasing lilt as you glanced back at the pool table with a playful grin. “I can finally cross ‘being fucked on a pool table’ off my list.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up, a flicker of amusement and curiosity sparking in his eyes as he regarded you. “A list, you say?” he queried, his tone dripping with playful skepticism. “And since when did you have such a list, my dear Bedivere?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, your smile widening as you leaned in closer, poking him lightly in the chest. “Oh, you know,” you replied, your voice laced with mock seriousness. “Ever since you decided to seduce one of your agents. Had to keep track of all the places we’ve, ah, christened together.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, a glint of feigned irritation mingling with the amusement in his gaze. “Seduce you?” he scoffed, his voice rich with incredulity as he straightened, folding his arms across his chest. “If I recall correctly, it was you who seduced me. You must have had a plan to charm your way into your boss’s bed from the very start.”

You burst out laughing, the sound bright and unrestrained as you shook your head, your eyes dancing with mischief. “Nah,” you retorted, a sly grin spreading across your face as you tilted your head, “My plan was always to get into Merlin's bed”

Harry’s reaction was immediate, a mock sternness settling over his features as he reached out to swat your thigh, his touch playful rather than punitive. “Cheeky woman,” he murmured, his voice a low, affectionate growl as he shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips despite his best efforts to appear stern. “Let’s not bring poor Merlin into this. The man’s already got enough on his plate without being dragged into our little games.”

You chuckled, a delighted glint in your eyes as you leaned into him, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your recent encounter. “Oh, Harry,” you sighed, your voice softening with affection as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss to his jawline. “I’m just teasing. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Harry’s gaze softened, the warmth in his eyes a stark contrast to the sharp edges of his usual demeanor. He reached up, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Neither would I, love,” he murmured, his voice a tender promise as he held you close. “Neither would I."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the comforting warmth of your shared connection. The pool table, once a symbol of playful challenge and competitive spirit, had now become a testament to the intensity of your bond, a tangible reminder of the passion and affection that bound you together.

With a soft sigh, you nestled closer to Harry, your cheek resting against his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You know,” you mused, your voice a soft whisper against the fabric of his shirt, “I think we should add more things to that list. Just to keep things interesting.”

Harry’s laughter was a low, rich sound that sent shivers of delight through you, his arms tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Oh, I’m sure we can come up with a few more adventures,” he murmured, his voice a blend of amusement and affection. “But for now, how about we clean up and get some rest? We’ve had quite the evening.”

You nodded, a contented smile spreading across your face as you reluctantly pulled away, your fingers lacing with his as you both moved to straighten the room. The playful banter and shared laughter lingered in the air, a promise of more adventures to come, each one adding another layer to the rich tapestry of your relationship.

As you tidied up, Harry’s gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of pride and admiration shining in his eyes. “You know,” he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur as he watched you, “you never cease to surprise me, Bedivere. You’re stronger and more resilient than I ever could have imagined.”

You looked up, your heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and affection as you met his gaze. “And you, Harry,” you replied, your voice a soft, earnest whisper, “are more wonderful and loving than I ever could have hoped for. I’m lucky to have you.”

Harry’s smile was a slow, tender curve of his lips as he reached out, pulling you into his arms once more. “And I, my dear,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “am the luckiest man alive to have you by my side. Here’s to more adventures, more surprises, and a love that grows stronger with each passing day.”

With those words, you and Harry shared a soft, lingering kiss, the promise of your future together shimmering in the warmth of your embrace. And as you both prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew that with each other’s love and support, there was nothing you couldn’t overcome, no adventure too daunting, no list too long.

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