Larry smut

I figured out I kinda like it

⚠️by 𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙧𝙩𝙨 on ao3

!as for tags I would also mention that at some point it felt like #dubiousconsent so there's that

⚠️summary:

Louis shows up to a red carpet event dressed in a delicious suit and with the plan to tease his partner, Harry, all evening. When they get home, he suffers from the consequences...

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"meet me @ red carpet, this'll take a while"

Harry texted me while I sat in Lou's make up chair, getting some foundation plastered over my face.

I wasn't nervous about the paps, this wasn't the first time Harry took me to an event as his plus one. I was more nervous about going there alone and only meeting Harry there.

In the corner I spotted my suit on a hanger and nearly immediately, I had to smirk. Silk shirt, black blazer, the tightest black pants. He was going to be so, so mad.

It was my plan to show up and be a tease, to make Harry go crazy. Lou helped me pick my suit and now she was doing my hair, making sure it looked fluffy and soft as she made my fringe hang over my forehead.

"You look delicious" she giggled when I buttoned the blazer, admiring how it hugged my waist just right. Instead of putting on uncomfortable dress shoes, I slipped into a pair of Vans, adjusting my collar once more.

Lou sprayed me with my perfume and gave me a last once over, patting my shoulder before the guard opened the door.

The red carpet was packed when I walked out, spotting Harry with some reporters in the middle of an interview. I greeted the few industry friends of his that I already met as I made my way over to him, stopping and smiling for pictures because I knew that I looked good. I felt confident and he hasn't even seen me yet.

I watched as he answered questions, his hands adjusting his hair. He wore a black shirt unbuttoned to the third one, a leather jacket over it and dress pants. Yum. I knew I was going to enjoy him like this.

Zips of electricity shot up my spine when he spotted me, his jaw dropping. His eyebrows furrowed, but he quickly turned and said his goodbyes to the interviewer.

When he looked at me again, already approaching, his eyes were dark, his mouth set into a thin line. God, I loved that dangerous look on him.

When he was directly in front of me, I smelled his cologne and my mouth watered.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he whispered in my ear, his voice low and I shivered.

"Good evening to you, too. I take it you like my suit?" I asked innocently, blinking at him.

"I know what you're trying to do. Believe me Lou, if we were alone right now..." he started, but was interrupted by spotlights now pointing at us.

When paps yelled his name, he stopped, smiled and posed, his grip he had on my hand tightening.

We walked down the carpet to the seating area and I felt his hand on my lower back, putting light pressure there, his fingertips digging in just a little.

When I walked in front of him to our table, I made sure to move my hips a little, just to infuriate him even more.

Being the gentleman he was, he pulled my chair back for me, standing behind me for a second. I didn't dare move.

"One wrong move and I'm dragging you out of here to fuck you on the hood of my limousine" he whispered warningly, his teeth grazing over my ear lobe.