Some smut shots that i've found on ao3 and i decided to put them here :) probably also some of the best smut i've ever read
Disclaimer: ALL credit goes to the original author and in no way do I mean any disrespect to the original works, i'm just her...
alright y'all this one is a little bit more kinky and or mature so i'm gonna include the tags and just read at your own risk, enjoy!
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Harry Styles didn't have a good life.
He was abandoned when he was a baby and left to an orphanage. The place that took him treated him well, he supposed, the ladies and staff were nice. But the other kids there were not. They stole his food and his toys and his clothes, and as he grew up they made fun of him. And when he was 15 a boy named Kyle, who was 17 and just about to get kicked out of the place, stole his virginity.
The second time he was raped, Harry ran away. Stole some money and food from the ladies there while they slept and he went to the city to escape.
He was sixteen and homeless, and after two weeks and no luck of finding a place or job, he was starving.
And then Louis came into the picture.
He found Harry in a dark corner of the city, a ratty old sleeping bag and one little bag of chips all he had in his possession. He was pale and sickly, his eyes a dim green and his lips chapped, and there was throw up that was pure stomach acid all over his side.
Harry watched as the man with bright blue eyes walked towards him, vision fuzzy. He wore all black, and Harry knew he was the end. He just closed his eyes and waited. It wouldn't be long now. Free, he would be free.
The warm breathe washed over his face, the gentle voice calming Harry. "Don't worry, little love. I've got you now."
That was the start of the best thing in Harry's life.
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"Louis, I'm hungry!"
He glanced up at Harry, who lay in bed while he sat at the sofa chair in the corner, reading a book. "Then stop whining and get up to make yourself something." He turned a page slowly. He could finish the book in minutes but sometimes he read each word over and over just because he liked to take his time occasionally.
"But Looouuiss! I'm sore!" Harry made sure his eyes were big and cute.
Louis sighed. Harry was being a whiny brat for the past half hour. "I don't care, I'm busy."
Harry pouted. "Reading that old book again. Stupid." He rolled over a bit and winced. He really was sore. Louis had fucked him pretty hard last night, and he was a bit lightheaded, too, from both the fucking and draining of his blood. He just really wanted something to eat and drink, and to cuddle with his Lou-bear.
"Harry," Louis warned.
"It's a stupid fucking book."
"Enough, Harry." He looked up at the curly haired boy and glared.
