Larry Stylinson Dirty Imagines

No Lies

I quietly walk into the room to see Harry sleeping soundly. I quickly strip myself to my boxers and slip into the blanket next to him. He groans and then turns to face me.

"Louis?" he asks, groggily.

"Yeah." i say, whispering.

"Where did you go? And what time is it?" he asked, trying to keep him calm.

"Just out for work and it's 2 in the morning." i say, trying not to draw attention on the time.

"What?!" he says, now fully awake. He sits up in bed and stares at me as i lay there just staring at him.

"It's nothing, Hazza. I swear. Why don't we just sleep?" i ask, innocently. And seriously it wasn't such a big thing. It was just Niall calling me to tell me that he'd got a girl fucked up and wanted help with her, so i helped him.

"Really?!" he said, not freaking out. I pulled him down and kissed him lightly.

"Let's just sleep. Please, babe?" i say, making a puppy face.

He seemed to fall for it and slept down facing me. I laid down on top of him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. I felt him do the same. Oh what this boy does to me!

I kissed him back, pinning him to the bed. I tried controlling myself but couldn't. My hard length pressed against his stomach.

"So fast, Lou." he whispered against my lips. I grinded myself into him, making him moan into the kiss. I quickly remove my boxers and Harry's and tell him to flip over. I bend over and grab some lubricant. I took some on my hand and applied it to my length.

I bent over Harry and slowly carressed his cheeks and then my hand travelled to the small of his back and then massaged his shoulders. I kissed his shoulders and sucked at it, leaving a mark. I leave a trail of wet kisses down his back.

"Get ready, Styles." i teased. He braced himself for what was to come next. I slowly entered myself into him, making him whimper. I stopped, waiting for him to adjust to my size.

When he stilled, I slammed myself completely into him. He fisted the sheets and I kissed him on his shoulder.

"I'll be smooth." i said smirking.

"Yeah. You're smooth is fucking hard." he said and unfisted the sheets.

He held the sheets in his hand and I came out of him. He thought I was done but i wasn't. So i told him. "Oh we're not done yet Styles."

"So tight, Hazza." i said, through gritted teeth.

I again slam myself into him, not giving him time to adjust. I thrust in and out of him. My left hand resting on the small of his back and the other in his hair. I tugged lightly at his hair as i reached my climax.

"HARRRYYYY" i screamed as i came into him. I fell down on him and slowly came out of him. He placed himself down on the bed and i still lay on top of him.

"I love you Hazza." i whisper into his hair.

"I love you too, Lou. And next time tell me where you're going before doing anything stupid. Or anything for that matter." he said, mostly into the pillow.

I slowly lay down on the bed next to him! Having him as my boyfriend, sorry, Protective Boyfriend was really intimidating and amazing. He cared about me so damn much.

Not that i didn't! I did, it was just that i didn't show it.