Larry smut

Said I Had a Dirty Mouth (but he fucked me like he meant it)

⚠️by 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 on ao3

⚠️summary:

have you ever wondered what louis was thinking about during THAT interview? allow me: Harry can’t control what he says during sex and is an absolute terror for cock, constantly running his filthy mouth and being a brat. louis is rough with him. you get the gist. enjoy!

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The things that Harry said in bed would make Louis’ mouth drop and his cock throb like no other. In public, Harry was nothing short of a lady. Attentive listener, quiet, polite, dainty legs crossed, hands folded. Louis watched him now, giggling and putting his long hair behind his ear while listening to the interviewer speak. Actually, Louis didn’t like how giggly Harry was with this interviewer. He’d have to punish him later that night.

 Harry looked so sweet with his toothy grin and precious dimples, swinging his boot clad feet every minute or so. Seeing him like this now only reminded Louis of how downright filthy he was behind closed doors.

 He liked being the only one who knew, liked teasing him about it, joking that he’d tell everyone what a naughty cockslut he was. Harry would blush and push him away. It wasn’t like he was shameless, or had no filter. During sex he would just get so turned on that his mouth ran like river of lust. Then afterwards he would turn red with embarrassment if Louis repeated anything that was said. Which, of course, he usually did.

As Harry sat there looking like an innocent little angel, Louis couldn’t help but remember what happened just a few hours before.

 They were cuddled together, sleeping in bed. Louis was holding Harry, his very big little spoon, and dreaming of Harry sucking him off backstage. He dreamt that he was holding Harry’s bun as he fucked into his mouth, making the younger man gag around him beautifully.

 Harry had stirred awake from Louis grinding against his ass while dreaming, and started to grind back onto his erection. Louis moaned and Harry became breathless, mumbling profanities under his breath.

 Louis realized he was dreaming when he heard Harry mumbling even though dream Harry had a mouthful of his cock. He woke up, rubbing his eyes. He looked over at the clock... 3 AM.

“Mmm sorry love,” he said in a gruff, sleepy voice. “Was having a really nice dream about you...” Louis said, running his hands along Harry’s chest and kissing his neck.

 Harry was squirming a bit, obviously turned on by the fact that Louis was grinding against him in his sleep. He pushed his underwear down and grinded his bare ass against Louis again, moving one arm behind him to hold Louis still. He let out the prettiest little moans, and then he breathed out a quiet, “fuck me, daddy...”

 “Ooh, looove. You really want it don’t you?” Louis teased, grabbing his hip and dry humping him from behind.

 Harry growled, scrambling out of Louis’ grip and turning over to pull Louis’ pants down. With no patience for Louis’ teasing, he took his cock in hand and spat on it, coating it in saliva. After spitting in his hand and rubbing it on his hole, he lifted his leg and guided Louis cock to his entrance, trying to sit on it from a sideways position.

 Louis loved when Harry got like this, when he was so needy that he took control, nothing on his mind except getting fucked senseless.

 “Woah, slow down princess, let me open you up first, yeah?” Louis chuckled.

 Even in the dark, Louis could feel Harry rolling his eyes. “Mmh, hurry Lou. Want that fat cock inside me, splitting me open. Wanna feel it tomorrow during press. Wanna hurt for weeks.”

 “Well, you definitely will if you keep that up,” Louis said, fingering him open.

 “Unhhh, yeah daddy, need more. Put more fingers in my pussy, move them- wanna feel you move them in my ass!” Harry said, getting louder and needier.

 Louis slipped a fourth in, bending and wiggling them, making Harry writhe around in pleasure. “Yeah just like that, mm I’m ready, fuck me fuck me fuck me,” Harry begged, grabbing Louis’ dick and tugging on it.

 “Jesus Christ, alright baby I’m gonna fuck you, hold on.”

 Like a sane person, Louis grabbed some lube off the bedside table and coated his dick with it for good measure.

 “Louuiiiis! I—oh!” Harry’s whining was cut short when Louis pushed into him, hard. “Fuck! Hurts so good. Rip me open, daddy I want it rough,” he ordered, grabbing Louis’ hair and trying to fuck himself down onto him.

 Louis picked up the pace, ruthlessly fucking into him and making him scream.

 Harry was babbling senseless, filthy nonsense and gripping Louis all over with sharp nails. Louis snatched him by the hair, making him squeak as he laid him down on his back and repositioned himself.

 Harry pouted and sneered. “Wanker, just want your cock in my ass and you can’t even—“

 “Pipe down, brat.” Louis stuck his fingers in Harry’s mouth, shutting him up and making him gag. Harry moaned around Louis’ fingers fucking his throat while he got ready to fuck him again.

 Too slow for needy Harry, Louis slipped into him again and started thrusting in time with his fingers. He made Harry gag again and took his wet hand out, slapping it against Harry’s cheek. “Like that, slut? Like me fucking both your holes?”

 “Mmh YES daddy, love being your dirty whore, love gagging on you, makes me wanna come—” Harry whined, bucking his hips. Louis reached down and wrapped his small hand around Harry’s massive prick, stroking it quickly while brutally plowing into him. Harry practically screeched, from both the relief of finally being touched and because he knew it meant Louis was close.

 “Fuck yeah, oh god yes come in me! Come in me, daddy please fill my slutty cunt, ruin it with your cum! Wanna have your babies, unh, breed me!!!”

 Louis grabbed his throat to keep him from squirming. “Stay still so daddy can come inside you...good boy, don’t move.” He groaned as he released his orgasm with slow thrusts.

 Tears streamed down Harry’s face and he panted, whimpering as he came all over himself while Louis pumped his own cum in his ass.

“Filthy mouth on you...” Louis teased under his breath as he cleaned them up.

 “Louuu, stop it...” Harry whined, squishing his red face into a pillow and promptly falling asleep.

Louis realized he was staring at Harry intensely while daydreaming. Before he could think to look away, Harry’s shirt button came undone while he was talking and he almost came in his pants seeing his nipples come into view in front of the interviewer.

 He quickly looked down at his lap, trying to hide his obvious hard on while Liam laughed at him. This was going to be a long day...

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