girl almighty • larry stylinson

twenty

[A/N]: i apologize in advance that i didn't finish the smut part. I can't write smut for shit I'm sorry.

this can actually go up to 25 chapters bc i have no idea how to end this.
And, I published this through mobile and my phone's shit so?

Chapter nineteen

Harry's back slams up the door as he closes it, the wood making a hard slam against the doorway. Louis suddenly feels he's so strong; pinning Harry to the door like he's boss. Harry let him get his way with him on the car but no, that certainly isn't going to keep up the whole night.

But it's quite distracting with Louis' hands- god, roaming under his shirt and all over his chest and his lips on Harry's collarbones and neck. "So hard already." Louis fucking purrs, nuzzling against Harry's neck. Slowly then, he trails his soft lips up, up, up Harry's neck and to his ear, "Wanna feel that big, thick cock inside me." He whimpers and Harry's knees almost buckle and give out under him.

Nonetheless, Harry spins their position. He goes straight for Louis' sinful lips and the latter kisses back just as rough. His hands thread through Harry's hair. Harry moans shamelessly at that. He's basically a puddle around Louis.

Gripping Louis' thighs, Harry hoists the smaller man up. Louis goes to wrap his legs around Harry's waist. Harry suddenly grounds his hips against Louis and Louis throws his head back, throat working out a groan, "Yes, Hazza, yes. So hard, fuck-"

Louis is the best sex Harry's ever had.

"Yeah, want my cock inside you already, babe?" Harry asks, leaning slightly on the breathless side, "Y'made for my cock, baby. So gorgeous, so beautiful. " Harry noses up Louis' neck.

"Harry," Louis gasps, "Bed, please."

"Your wish is my command, darling." Harry growls lowly. He carries Louis up the stairs and into his bedroom while Louis rides his huge bulge ready to bust his jeans open.

"Yeah, yeah," Louis bites on his lip, then he lets it go as he throws his head back.

Harry groans at the sight of it, dropping Louis to his -practically theirs- bed. He reaches for his belt buckle and hastily pulls his jeans off as Louis scrambles to kneel before him, "You look so sinful, baby. Look at those lips." Harry runs his thumb over Louis' bottom lip. Louis, being a obedient, sucks the thumb in his mouth like what he would on a cock.

"Want my cock, love?" Harry asks, dropping his jeans and pants on the floor, also kicking his shoes off, "Want to suck it deep? Oh I know, you want me to fuck you mouth, hm? Hold you down against me and you're just going to taste me and swallow me so good, yeah?"

Louis whimpers and at Harry's talk, he managed to draw one more finger into his mouth. Harry pulls them out and grips his cock to the base. With his other hand, he pulls at Louis' hair when Louis strains against the hold, stretching his tongue out to try and get a lick at the leaking head. Fuck, he wants this so bad.

Not wasting any time, Harry pushes his hips forward and loosens his grip on Harry's hair. Louis moans, as if saying thanks, then he fights against Harry's restraint and pushes his head towards Harry's cock more. He doesn't even suck on the head, doesn't even try to give Harry a breather and now Harry's ready to bust his balls.

"'m so close already, sweetheart." Harry gasps out. His hips twitch so he begins to fuck Louis' mouth, earning his control. Louis' hands settle on his hips then slowly rounds to his arse, where Louis squeezes at Harry's cheeks, kneading them and occasionally pulling them apart just to see Harry's reaction. It's been a long since Harry bottom and boy, he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss it.

"Lou, so close." Harry grunts his warning. His clenched eyes suddenly snap open as he feels Louis' finger lightly trace his rim before circling it more firmly. Moaning, Harry shoots his load into Louis' throat.

Harry feels himself go soft in Louis' mouth so the latter pulls away, not before pressing a bruising kiss on the skin right next to his cock. Harry whimpers at that, "Don't do that, Lou."

Louis grins cheekily up at him.

//

Louis wakes up to Harry's deep morning voice. He stirs awake, turning to Harry's side of bed. He stretches his hand out. With his eyes closed, he feels for Harry. He makes a happy noise as he finds Harry's chest, snuggling up closer. On the other hand, Harry's speaking to someone on his phone. The curly lad wraps his huge arm around Louis' shoulders to hug him for a few seconds, kissing his forehead before he pulls away to get out of bed.

Louis whines a little but then falls back asleep. Harry smiles fondly at him. "Harry?" The person on the other side of the phone says.

"Sorry." Harry speaks as he walks out of the room, "What'd you say again?"

"Who are you with?" Xander asks. Harry's aware that isn't what they were talking about seconds ago.

He answers the question nonetheless, "Louis. We got together two or so days ago."

"I thought he wasn't talking to you." Xanders says, "You talked to me about it, right?"

Harry scratches the back of his neck, "Well, it's both our faults. I wasn't talking to him either."

"So you guys are alright now?" Xander asks.

Harry smiles at that, "Yeah, thankfully."

"You've been with him for a long time now, Haz." Xanders says like he's worried.

Harry frowns in confusion. He walks into the kitchen to start cooking, "Yeah. Almost five years, why?"

"Don't you get..." Xander pauses, ".. tired? Or something?"

Harry lets go of the eggs he has on his hands, "Just because I've been with him five years of my life, doesn't mean I have to get tired of him. He's something, Xander."

"You like him, then?" Harry almost doesn't want to answer that. Xander senses Harry's hesitation so he adds on, "Every time I ask you that, you always try to avoid it."

Harry blushes, "Am I that obvious?"

Xander chuckles, "Well, yeah. Maybe he's got an eye for you, too. I mean, he wouldn't come over for days when he doesn't, Harry. He should've spent time with his family or something."

Harry curses his lips. It's not that easy, really. "It's a bit more complicated than that."

Xander's quiet like he's thinking, but then he suddenly cackles so loud Harry has to pull away from his phone, "Don't tell you guys are... what do you call that again?- friends with benefits?"

"No!" Harry exclaims and then he lowers it immediately in fear of Louis waking up, "No, of course not. Why would you even think that?"

"I don't know, mate." Xander's still laughing, "If you two are, though, I suggest you get him pretty quick, since you two aren't that official and you can't call him your boyfriend."

Harry almost scoffs at that. There is absolutely no one that can take Louis away from him. Louis is his only and anyone who has a problem with that can talk to Harry. Of course, the fear of losing Louis haunts him every time he thinks about it. He has no proper claim on Louis. Hell, he doesn't even know if Louis even feels the same.

"Whatever, Xander."