Daddy's twink

good girl

A/n- from now on i'll write everything in lowercase because it's easier, hope it doesn't bother anyone, thanks for reading <3

louis leaned back on his bed, supporting himself with one hand while with the other he lifted his t-shirt up. goosebumps raising on his bare torso at the contact with his cold hand, he whined when he softly pinched his nipple.

he started to slowly grind down on the buttplug, soft moans shyly escaping his wet lips. his cock was painfully strained against the lace of his panties. he brought the hand down from his nipple, hissing when he rubbed his slit with his thumb through the panties which were wet with precum. whining at the back of his throat he kept palming his barely noticeable bulge through the panties, feeling pleasure curse through his veins.

with every grind down on the bed the butt plug brushed his prostrate making him throw his head slightly back from all the pleasure he was feeling. sweat started to form on his forehead, sticking his hair to his skin.

he couldn't help it when his mind went back to harry. to how his hands were big enough to surround his delicate waist. to how he was tall enough to tower over him and strong enough to manhandle him as he wished. and he couldn't help it when he wished it was harry making him feel good, using him for pleasure, making him a squirming mess.

moans were getting louder as the familiar pit of pleasure started forming in his stomach. his thighs trembling from exhaustion and eyes were hooded from lust. "oh fuck" he cursed as with each hit at his prostate the burning feeling increased, bitting his 
bottom lip to prevent himself from being too loud he allowed muffled moans to escape his sinful lips.

he brought the hand that wasn't supporting him up to his sensitive nipples, toying with the bud which made him bite even harder on his bottom lip. the grinding down on the bed was getting faster, and with one last hit to his prostrate he came with a loud moan, a strong electric pleasure extending through his tiny body. "mmh fuck" he cursed as he felt his thighs shake, riding out his high he let himself fall back on the bed, still feeling the buzz of pleasure run through his muscles.

his eyelids started to softly flutter as he fought not going to sleep from exhaustion. rubbing his eyes with his hands he stood up in wobbly legs, his body feeling heavy. he hissed at the buttplug which was still on him but he was too lazy to remove and probably too oversensitive to do so.

careless to how wrecked he looked right now he slowly made his way back to the kitchen, not wanting to disobey harry's orders even though he has no reason to follow them. he was still wearing the same as before, and it was in this kind of moments he wished he had someone to take care of him, to clean him and make sure he's okay. and he would be lying if he said he didn't wish that person was harry.

harry heard the soft patter of louis's small feet and looked up to see him entering the kitchen while rubbing his eyes with his small hands in fists. he smiled fondly at the boy.

while louis was upstairs harry listened to some music while serving the pancakes in an attempt to calm down. he still had the remote in his pocket, and wasn't really sure how to give it back to the boy.

louis looked up and made eye contact with harry, whom was struggling again to be calm because the boy looked sinfully innocent, so wrecked yet cuddly, so soft yet flushed. louis being his sleepy self after wearing himself off kept walking until in front of harry who looked down at him curiously.

louis looked up at harry, who was sat in one of the kitchen stools, and extended his arms in front of him like a little kid would do to get carried by his parents. harry smiled so fondly at him, radiating love through the smile. "yes lou?" he asked softly, almost like he could break him if he spoke too loudly, "want cuddles" louis pouted, and harry loved when louis behaved so baby like, it was just too adorable.