fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Thirty-Three

THE GIF OH MY GOD

SMUT CHAPTER DONT REPORT

Mood: Déjà Vu by Sleeping With Sirens

Louis doesn't know how he ended up against the wall, his legs wrapped around Harry's waist, arms around his neck. Honest. The only thing he's conscious of is Harry's lips against his own, moving sloppily and erratically.

One thing leads to another and suddenly Louis' shirt is off, Harry's lips kissing his jaw and neck and chest. Louis whines, low in his throat, wanting Harry in the place he needs him the most.

"What is it, darling?" Harry asks, licking up Louis' neck.

"H-Har--Daddy, shit, please..." Louis pleads, wiggling his bum for emphasis.

"Use your words, princess." Harry whispers, lifting up a hand from his thighs and tweaking his left nipple. Louis moans, throwing his head back, leaving his neck open which Harry takes advantage of, biting and sucking at the tan skin.

"F-Fuck me--shit." Louis whimpers, his nails digging into Harry's shoulders, as he sucks a mark on his collarbone. Harry doesn't reply. He turns them around, tossing Louis onto the bed. Louis makes haste to take off his trousers, tossing them on the floor somewhere, followed by his boxers.

Harry stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the boy on the bed, his eyes hooded with lust, pupils dilated. Louis lay on the bed, gasping, wanting Harry to do something, anything. Harry slid out of his shirt slowly, Louis watched the muscles in his arms and chest move and he licked his lips impatiently.

Harry was left in his skinny jeans. Louis groans, the wait was agonizing.

"Be a good boy." Harry whispers, before undoing his pants. Louis shudders, his body pliant on the bed. Harry hums, tossing his trousers somewhere in the room, crawling on the bed, towards Louis, his boxers still on.

"Hands up, princess." Louis does as he's told, moving his hands above his head. Harry smirks and places his hands on the headboard of the bed.

"Keep 'em here. No touching." He says and Louis lets out a throaty whine, but locks his hands on the headboard.

"Harr--"

"It's only Daddy or sir, darling."

"Daddy--please. Touch me." Louis whimpers, arching his back. Harry only smiles, tracing a finger down his chest, tweaking his nipples softly.

"God, you're beautiful." Louis arched his back to the touch, wanting Harry's hands on him. Louis whines, hips jutting up, searching for friction for his achingly hard cock.

"Gonna fuck you so good. Is that what you want, princess? Want daddy to fuck you until you can't walk?"

"Yes--fuck daddy--shit, please yes." Louis mumbles incoherently, tightening his grip on the headboard. Harry smirks, walking to his bag and pulling out a bottle of lube.

Without wasting anymore time he uncaps the bottle, squirting some of the cold liquid on his fingers.

He settles himself in between Louis' legs, pulling them apart so his puckered hole is in full view. He brings his middle finger to his hole, circling his rim slowly. Louis moans, pushing himself down on his finger.

"Stay." Harry says, setting his other hand on his hip, keeping him in place. Louis huffs and Harry continues teasing his rim, pushing the tip of his finger in and pulling out just as quickly. Louis was a mess, pleading and begging for Harry to fuck him while he held onto the headboard.

He pushes his finger inside of Louis until he's knuckle deep, slipping it in and out with ease. Louis whines, begging for moremoremore.

"Such a little slut for me." Harry stops when the words tumble out of his mouth, afraid that he's offended Louis. Louis catches him off guard with his next words.

"Y-Yes such a slut for you daddy. Only you--fuck." The words encourage him to add a second finger, scissoring him and opening him up more.

"God, look at you. So fucking filthy. Always need something inside you." Harry grunts, adding a third finger. Louis lets out a high whimper, the feeling of Harry's fingers inside him enough to drive him mad. His fingers brushed his prostate, never really touching it and it was killing him. His cock lay hard and heavy against his stomach as Harry fucked him with his fingers, slowly.

"Please--sir--fuck I'm ready, fuck me, please." Harry smirked at the way Louis was keening, practically gagging for it.

"Anything for you, princess." Harry pulled out his fingers and took off his briefs, letting out a content sigh when his cock was free of the confines. He grabbed more lube, slicking his cock and leaning over to kiss Louis quickly.

Harry pressed his tip to Louis' hole, pressing the head in slowly.

"S-Shit." Louis moaned, throwing his head back. His hands let go of the headboard and dug into Harry's back. Harry pushed inside of Louis, inch by inch until he bottomed out, Louis moaning out a slur of daddydaddydaddy.

He waited a moment for Louis to adjust. Louis pulled Harry down and kissed him hard, trying to ignore the fact that Harry's cock was going to split him raw.

"Fuck--so big, daddy. Fill me up so good. Shit--" Louis moans, his voice high. Harry pulls out then snaps his hips forward causing Louis to let out a yell.

"Fuck!" Louis moans, nails digging into Harry's flesh, pulling him impossibly closer.

Harry fucks into him, hard and fast, Louis letting out small uh, uh, uh's. Louis has his legs wrapped around Harry's waist, pulling him into him deeper. Harry changes his angle a bit and--

"Shit! T-There daddy oh fuck!" Louis all but screams, throwing his head back and clawing at Harry's back. Harry moans, pounding into him harder, faster, relishing the cries leaving Louis' lips.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy--fuck! Gonna come--shit." Louis babbles, as Harry continues his relentless thrusts. Harry brings his lips to Louis' ear, breathing heavily, his hands tweaking his nipples, tugging and pinching the nubs until they were puffy and red. Louis was sure he was going to die of overstimulation.

"Come for me, princess." Harry whispers, tugging at his nipple harshly and Louis comes with a yell, his come coating his tummy and chest. Harry moans, snapping his hips forward a few more times before he's coming inside of Louis with a groan.

"Shit." Harry breaths, his lips ghosting over Louis'. The smaller boy breathes heavily, his limbs still secure around Harry.

Harry pulls out slowly, his come leaking out of Louis' raw hole. Louis winces and curls into himself, not caring that he was covered in come.

Harry staggers to his feet and heads into the bathroom and comes back with a wet cloth.

"Gonna clean you up, baby." Louis only hums, too tired to say anything. Harry cleans him quickly, throwing the cloth in the trash bin and settling himself under the covers with Louis. The smaller boy whines and crawls on top of Harry, kissing him lazily. They're naked and sweaty but Harry could really care less.

He gripped onto Louis' hips moving his lips against the smaller boys before Louis pulled away, resting his head on his chest.

"I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too." Harry whispers, a smile pulling on his lips. They fall asleep like that, in each other's arms, forgetting about managements and secrecy and contracts.

They fall asleep in love.

Why do I suck at smut? -3-

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