Larry smut

I don't wanna fuck you, I wanna make love to you

⚠️by me

⚠️tags: Loss of Virginity, Virgin Harry, Top Louis Tomlinson, Bottom Harry, Pet Names, Louis Tomlinson Has a Large Cock, Praise Kink, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Fluff and Smut, First Time, Fetus Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Experienced Louis Tomlinson, Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk.

⚠️summary:

"I- can you fuck me?"

Louis was expecting everything, but definitely not that.

Or

Louis has a bad day and Harry’s a virgin.

⚠️words: 2599

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Harry has a major crush on Louis Tomlinson. More of an obsession actually.

It all started when he first saw him at school's urinals, where the younger boy accidentally peed on Louis with a shy "Hi !" afterwards. They've been friends ever since, always clinging to each other for dear life. But the thing is, Harry can't lie to himself anymore, mumbling "Louis is just a friend. You're just friends. Don't make it weird" under his breath like it's some sort of mantra. He really can't, but he can’t tell Louis either. A mere thought of loosing Louis and their friendship because of his "stupid fucking feelings" that are gonna "surely fade away after some time because it's just a teenage crush" literally kills him. And there's absolutely no option for Louis to actually feel somewhat close to liking Harry, because "Why would someone as perfect as Louis - with feathery caramel hair, warm,  golden skin, that literally glows, ocean blue eyes and the brightest smile I've ever seen, to like, no, to even think about someone who's paler than the moon, with those giraffe legs and a stupid toothy smile". So he just settles for admiring Louis from afar.

But if only he knew, that Louis' been feeling the same way. If only he saw all the secret little smiles that he does while looking at Harry, when the latter tells his worst jokes ever. But Louis would never admit it, not wanting to see those dimples, that he always pokes as if to dig them even deeper, disappear from his face, taking that heart-warming smile with them. If only he knew, that whenever Louis plays with his curls, slightly tugging on them, he tries to remember the smell, the feeling of them in his hands, the same hands that he palms his hardening cock with, after hearing what he really thinks is a low moan slip from Harry’s slightly parted lips.

If you saw the pair together, you'd know that they are all over each other all the time. Either cuddling, seeking that comforting feeling in the warmth of their bodies, or intertwining their hands while they walk just because they can, the pair always finds a way to be as close to each other as they physically and emotionally could.

Who knew that in one evening everything could change?

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It was one of those shitty days for Louis, when everything just goes wrong. Firstly, he slept through his alarm, what resulted in him being late to math class. Secondly, the blue-eyed boy spilled his morning tea on his favorite jumper that Harry gave him a few months ago with big, hopeful eyes and a  "Lou, it goes so well with your eyes, I couldn't not get it for you. Oh, and the fluffy little rabbits on it are so cute! They are just like us, Lou, look". Even if he would never admit it, the jumper really was Louis' favorite because he wore it every time he cuddled with Harry, getting impossibly close to the younger boy to get his cologne on the thick material of the jumper.
But it all felt even worse because of the pounding headache that did nothing but literally tear the boy apart.
Yeah, It was overall a very shitty day for Louis and if the only thing that motivated him to keep going was kissing some totally random, curly-haired boy with emerald green eyes and rosy cheeks that just had to have dimples, then no one has to know.