Dangerous Love ~ Larry Stylinson BDSM AU

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I smash a vase out of anger. 

Come back

I miss you baby

I'm sorry, I texted her she won't talk to me ever again

He won't respond to me.

I can't blame him, why was he even with me in the first place? I hope he finds someone a hundred times better, but it doesn't make it any easier on me. I don't realize how much I miss him till he left. 

I never cared for love. I thought it was a cheesy thing in romance movies for teenage girls to swoon over, but once you met them, you met them. There's no one like Louis. 

I've never met anyone else with bright blue crystal eyes that glimmer when they smile. I've never met anyone who had strawberry scented messy hair. I've never met anyone so vulnerable, yet tough. I've never met anyone who can make my heart skip a bear every time I look at them. I've never met anyone like him. 

I question why I even cheated on him. He had everything, he was hot and sweet. I let my cockiness get to me, now he wants nothing to do with me. I think about going to Niall's just to see Louis, but Niall would probably punch me in the face.

Maybe I should just leave him be. 

~
Louis' POV

It's been about 3 months since I broke up with Harry. I wake up on Niall's couch, who's been letting me sleep over for a while. I seriously couldn't ask for a better friend. 

However, I could ask for a better boyfriend.

I feel so betrayed. Sure, Harry had his down points like every day, but cheating wasn't something I expected. He's been texting me, but I've just been leaving him on delivered. He's seriously wanting me to talk to him after what happened. 

I hear Niall groan and look up at me, "We're going out tonight." 

"Thanks for asking," I sarcastically tell him. 

"No problem." I suddenly realize it's 2 pm. 

I get up and stretch a little bit. "I don't have any good clothes, so can I borrow some of yours?" I ask Niall.

"Yeah, let me go shower, then you can get in," he says going up the stairs. 

I stay downstairs and open my phone to see a couple more texts from Harry. I roll my eyes and promise myself to find another guy tonight. 

~

Niall hands me a short skirt and a cropped tank top. 

"Since Harry's out of the picture, we need to find you a new guy," Niall says when I give him a look. 

"So, I dress like a slut?" I ask. 

"Exactly! You're good at catching on."

"Whatever Niall, where are we even going?"

"The gay club duh, that's where all the fags go." 

"Is Liam going?"

"Oh, I should ask!" Niall pulls out his phone. "Oh wait, he already asked me." 

My heart races because I bet that means Harry will be there too. 

"What time are you wanting to leave?" I ask trying to ignore the fact Harry's going to be there. 

"Uh, right now?"

"It's literally 5 Niall."

"Fine, let's leave at 7."

~

"Hey darling," I hear a raspy voice and feel hands on my hips. "What you doing all alone?"

"Uh, my friend is going to get drinks for us," I reply uncomfortable because this man is at least in his 50s and breathing heavily down my neck.  

"Hm, you should really be careful, with a body like that there's a bunch of guys who's take you in a second." 

"T-thank you for your concern sir, but-"

"You shy baby?"

"Huh-"

"I like when they're a bit shy, makes them easier to order around." He puts his hard on against my bum. "Why don't we take this to mine?" 

"Uh, no thank you."

"Why not? You obviously came here for something wearing that."

"Sorry sir, but I'm not interes-"

"I like when you call me sir, you got a nice voice." He grabs my arm and tugs on it. "Now, let's go get in my truck and I'll show you the time of your life."

I suddenly feel the man being pulled back and then he was thrown to the ground. "He said he wasn't interested, leave him alone," I hear Harry yell at the man. "You okay, sweetheart?" Harry turns to me leaving the man completely behind. God I miss his voice. He's looking into my eyes and holding my hands. I panic and open my mouth, but no words come out. "Hello, Louis?"

"Oh, yeah, Harry I'm fine. Thank you," I pull away from him and start walking away. 

"Wait Louis," Harry chases after me. "Can I please talk to you?" 

"If I get drunk enough."

"Please Louis-"

"I'll text you later, so just buzz off for a little bit."

~

"God I missed this body so much," he's moving his hands up and down my sides. 

"Please daddy, do something," I bounce on his lap. Both of us are fully dressed and just making out. I know I shouldn't be with him right now, but I can't help it when he talks to me the way he does. 

"I will pup, be patient." He slides the tight crop top off my body, and I start trembling feeling the most nervous I ever had with him. "It'll be okay sweetheart, I promise." I feel my skirt slide off my waist and saw it get thrown on the floor. 

Everything is dizzy as I look around. Harry is suddenly unbuttoning his shirt and getting me off his lap to get his pants off. Now we're both left in our underwear making out. 

"You're mine Lou, don't let any man ever touch you again," Harry growls into my ear. His possessiveness is what made the relationship so toxic, but god it's hot. 

"Only yours," I whimper back as he pulls down my panties along with his boxers. 

"These are my favorite; the baby blue looks so good against your skin." 

He pops open a container of lube and coats his fingers. He puts one inside me. Followed by another, and another. Everything feels like it's going by in a blur. I can barely move without falling over. 

He pushes me onto my back and starts kissing my neck. I see him rolling a condom on and lubing himself up. I whine when he slams in without any warning. 

"You take it so good baby," he starts pounding into me and all I can do is take it. I feel helpless as I lie there not even fully comprehending what's going on. "Fuck, have you not done anything since I fucked you last, you're so tight."

"No, only want you inside of me."

"God baby, only daddy's right?"

"Yes, oh my god please," I whine when he hits my prostate.

"You're not cumming yet, I want this to last." He slips out of me and throws me on my stomach. He pushes in again stretching me out even more. I moan at the pain and pleasure I'm feeling. He's now practically using me as a rag doll as he slams in harder. 

My legs are shaking, and I feel so close, but I want to be good for him. He starts hitting my prostate again, and I can't hold it in. I cum all over the bed sheets screaming. 

"God, you're such a whore. Can't even follow simple instructions," he spanks me and pulls out. "I'm going to show you who's in charge here." He slams back in, and I scream at the oversensitivity, but he doesn't slow. If anything, he goes faster, and I can feel myself getting hard again. "Such a slut for it. Right Lou? All you want is a good dick fucking your tight hole?"

"Yes, please daddy."

"Fuck, I'm cumming Lou," he says and not even a second later spilling into the condom. I cum for the second time and immediately pass out from fatigue.