Larry Ao3 smuts

I've been a bad girl, officer

Author: featgod

Tags:
Bottom Louis, Top Harry, Daddy Kink, police officer!harry, Feminine Louis, Feminization, Smut, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering bj, Barebacking, Louis in Lace.

Summary:
louis has done something mildly bad, and harry is a cop.

Zayn had cheated on him. zayn had fucking cheated on him. a year of his youth just thrown away on some punk boy, that didn’t give two shits about him. louis had found out after he’d spent the night, and in the morning when he’d woken up in a cold bed, no warm body beside him. he had of course slipped out of the silk sheets padding his way to the bathroom in the search for his boyfriend, but once he stood outside the bathroom door he could hear hushed conversation. ‘not today, baby, i’ll make up for it next time’ and ‘stop it or you’ll get me hard, he’s sleeping in the next room’ were the first two sentences louis could hear zayn say, as he pressed his ear up against the oak door, and he had immediately clasped a hand over his mouth, a little shocked. he hadn’t even said anything after that, he had just clumsily dumbed his clothes on, leaving instantly, tears prickling in his eyes.

it had taken almost three weeks, and around two hundred tubs of ice cream, to heal his shattered heart properly. he had to stay at his friends’ place, considering zayn had come knocking on his door for hours at a time the whole first week, with lame excuses and apologies. but the change of his mood had suddenly just gone from sad to angry. like, really quick. there was no way he was going to let some dumb boy get away with cheating on /him/.

it took around a week of planning to work it all out. he had had to make sure that zayn would be out of the house for a long period of time, and he had to get all the needed supplies. along with a few of his friends who wanted to help him out as well.

louis, niall, sophia and liam had gone to zayn’s house around ten pm on a friday ( that was the time zayn would always go out clubbing). louis had picked the spare key from under the welcome mat, and opened up the door, looking around at it one last time imagining how it’d look once they were done with it.

when they had left the house; the garage was on fire along with most of zayn’s clothes, zayn’s xbox was smashed and laying in the front yard, all the mirrors were broken, books and cd’s were trashed all around the house, and windows were smashed. it looked like a right mess, but louis felt as though he had found his inner peace. or. well. something close to that at least.

now merely a few days had passed since the trashing of his ex’s house, and he hadn't thought much about it, really. he was in his bedroom, sitting leaned up against the headboard, tapping around on his laptop, when he heard his doorbell ring. he slowly slid the computer off his lap, wondering whether he should actually go and see who was visiting him at this time of the night, or if he should just stay in bed. staying in bed sounded like the right choice. he went back to fiddling on his laptop before there was another squeaky shrill of the door bell. groaning Louis stood up from the bed, and snuck over to his window to get a peak of who it was by sliding his curtains open the slightest-- and fuck. shit. there was a police car parked in his driveway, and he could immediately feel fear beginning to build up from his toes, and rising up. this could not be happening to him. he snapped his eyes closed, pressing them together, but was instantly reminded that he couldn’t just wish the cop car aways when another ring sounded.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. no. not like this,” louis muttered to himself, because no way he was going to jail because he had maybe done something regrettable out of anger to his ex’s property. no way.
he stood up fully, and dusted off his lazy sweats his eyes flicking over to his large closet. a life saving idea suddenly popped in his mind, and he quickly scrambled to the closet, pulling open the drawers until he found the one he desired. the panty drawer. as he roamed his fingers through the lace garments of different colours, the doorbell rang again just making him even more anxious. he quickly pulled out a black lace nightie along with a pair of matching panties, throwing off his current clothes before quickly dressing in the feminine attire. he went to his make up table, painting a bright red lipstick over his lips, and took a deep sigh smoothing down his little outfit. louis didn’t have time to do a 180 and look at himself properly in the mirror, so when the last ring played out, he made his way out of the room and padded down the stairs, heading towards the main door.