Larry stylinson one shots

Caught, or maybe not

*Harry and Louis are making out in the dark corner of a club when a fan sees them. Harry gets a little bit to aroused by the thought of everyone knowing the famous Harry styles acted like a needy slut around men.*

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Harry was drunk.

Like really drunk.

He was grinding on Louis like a stripper and if the music wouldn't have been so loud everyone would've been able to hear him moan.

Louis cock felt so fucking good against his bum, and Louis hands on his hips was burning.

"Baby" Louis said in his ear, and his voice was so obviously aroused that Harry just gripped the back of Louis head.

"Baby, let's sit down." He said and Harry felt his heart thumping as he straddled Louis lap and started kissing and biting and he kept grinding.

Louis gripped his hips to keep him still. "Baby."

Harry whined when he was forced to sit still. 

"Fuck me." He whined and he sounded so pathetic, and he was crying but then he heard his name somewhere behind him and turned around to see a group of young girls staring at him. And even though he was drunk as fuck, he turned back to Louis with a scared expression.

Did they hear him? Was the only question going through his head. Maybe he should be asking if they saw it was Louis, but the thought of them hearing him beg made his head spin with arousal.

"Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he begged.

Louis was trying to cover his mouth, and just getting him to shut the fuck up.

Louis didn't want to talk, because they would recognise his voice, so Harry could do whatever he wanted. He started grinding on Louis and imagined it getting on camera.

Louis gripped his bum, probably to stop him, but Harry moaned out a breathy 'yes'.

Louis was glaring at him with a death stare that just made Harry  more desperate.

"Fucking fuck me!" Harry shouted, and that was definitely audible in possible videos.

He scooted back slightly, careful to still hide Louis from the cameras, and started palming Louis through his jeans.

Louis gripped his wrists this time and moved them to his side.
"Stop" he had darkened his voice so it wouldn't be recognisable even though it was way to quiet to be heard by anyone else.

Harry stared into his serious eyes and at the bulge in his pants. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes while staring at where Louis cock was hidden in his jeans. He sniffled loudly. And Louis patted his chest but Harry just cried louder.

"I want" he said in between sobs and started pawing like a cat at Louis thighs and stomach.

"You're drunk." Louis hissed quietly but Harry didn't listen. He didn't want to listen. He put his hand in under Louis shirt and pawed at his soft hot stomach.

He went higher, pushed the shirt up, up, up and Louis let him until he could feel Louis nipples.

He pawed at Louis chest, like a kitten milking its mother.

Louis groaned.

He loved when Harry touched his chest, not even his nipples, just his chest was enough.

Harry leaned in and started kissing Louis again. He was still crying and the kiss was desperate. 

He moved his hands down slowly, the shirt followed. He rested them on Louis soft stomach for a while but then slowly, slowly moved them down and pulled at Louis zipper.

As soon as Louis felt his trousers open he gripped Harrys wrist again.

Harry sobbed into the kiss and started grinding on Louis leg.

He moved a bit back and a little to the left so he had Louis' knee at his hole.

He heard gasps behind him and started grinding faster. Because he was so fucking hot all over and imagined opening twitter the next morning to find literal porn of himself.

He moaned and drool ran down his chin, or if it was Louis drool.

He imagined Louis' spit in his mouth, wich turned to come, which turned to cock, and he sobbed again. H

e opened his eyes and looked into Louis' helpless ones. Then he looked at Louis cock. There was a wet patch on the front and he whined.

He looked at Louis again, with pleading eyes, but Louis just adverted his gaze to the girls behind him. Harry leaned in to whisper.

"Let me fucking touch or I'll moan your name til everyone inside this bar knows it." Harry warned and Louis gripped Harry by his hair.

"Don't you fucking dear Harry Styles." he hizzed and Harry smiled.

Harry gripped Louis through his jeans and this time Louis held his hands to himself. Harry could have cried when he finally pulled the zipper down. And he did.

He sobbed happy sobs into Louis neck and slid his hand inside of his boxers. Louis was wet from smeared out precome and Harry moved back til he could get down on the floor on his knees.

He was surprised when Louis turned away and covered his cock like he would have gotten hit.

And that's when Harry realised what had just happened.

He heard gasps from behind himself and saw the flash when someone took a photo.

Harry looked at Louis who was covering his face with his arms.

"We have to get out of here." Louis whispered and grabbed Harry's hand.

He ran past the fans who were shouting incoherent sentences at them and out into their car.

Louis hadn't been drinking because he was gonna drive.

"I'm sorry" Harry whispered in the quiet car and Louis sighed.

"It's okay. You're drunk. But never fucking do that again. I would've let you ride me in any other universe, I fucking love people knowing you're mine." Louis said, and his eyes were dark, and his hands were holding the steering wheel in a tight grip, and his tongue was licking his lips and Harry remembered the wet patch on his jeans, so he leaned forward with pleading eyes. Hovering over Louis crotch.

Louis smiled at him.

"Take it, I know you can't fucking control yourself and I fucking love you for it."

Harry had never been quicker. He pulled the zipper down and Louis lifted his hips to help Harry get his trousers and pants off. Harry didn't waste any time adoring the cock.

He immediately pushed himself down it as far as he could get it, until his nose was touching the soft hairs of Louis happy trail.

He swallowed around him and hallowed his cheeks, sucking and bobbing and licking.

He moaned like he had been starving and managed to come before Louis.

When Louis came he happily swallowed his cum.

"Can I please sit on your cock?" Harry asked as soon as the cock left his mouth.

His voice was hoarse and his throat was gonna hurt the next day.

Louis smiled fondly at him.

"When we get home pretty." Louis said and this time Harry could wait, but only until they got home.