Louis loved being manhandled, he loved being pressed against a mattress and getting fucked hard. He loved being fucked against a wall and Louis loved being spanked.
Louis loved being carried and taking bubble baths, he loved wearing pretty lace pan...
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It all started in the sex shop.
Granted, this is a very strange place for a story to begin and it's unexpected, but this is where it started.
It started with Louis being too shy, Louis being too quiet, Louis being, in the words of Niall "too prude".
"Niall no! I don't want to!" Louis exclaims, as Niall holds his wrist and begins to walk towards the sex shop named "Lavender."
"Louis William Tomlinson, you are going to walk your perfectly round ass into this sex shop or so help me God, I will make a scene." Niall threatened and Louis paused, remembering a couple of months ago when Niall had made this same threat and it ended with the Irish boy standing on a table in the mall food court.
"Fine..." Louis grumbled and pouted, ripping his hand out of Niall's grip. Niall smiled and intertwined his fingers with Louis' small ones.
"Don't hold my hand, I hate you." Louis says as they near the sex shop.
"You can't hate your best friend, love." Niall says, swing in their hands.
"Oh yeah? Watch me." Louis says, letting go of Niall's hand and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm doing this for you Louis." Niall says as he holds open the door.
"No you're doing it for your own sick pleasure." Louis grumbles, standing by the doorway stubbornly.
"Louis, no part of me wants to see you use or wear any of the things in this shop. I'm doing this for you, don't you want to ask out Zayn?"
At the mention of the dark haired male, Louis blushes, nods a little and fiddles with his glasses, a nervous habit of his.
Zayn worked at the same publishing office as Louis and Louis had spent countless days talking to Niall about how much he fancied Zayn and how much he'd love to date him.
"I don't know how this would help." Louis says, pushing up his glasses that had begun to fall down the bridge of his nose.
"Lou, if you get comfortable with your body, like completely comfortable and you know what you like...like sexually, I think that connecting with people will be a whole lot better. How can you love and connect with someone when you don't even love and know yourself?" Niall says, his blue eyes seeming more wise and knowing than Louis has ever seen.
"I guess that makes sense..." Louis says quietly and Niall smiles widely.
"Yay! Okay, c'mon let's go." Niall grabs Louis wrists and the pair enter the shop. The inside of the shop was a lot less sleazy than Louis expected. There was countless object hanging on the walls and different aisles.
"I'm uncomfortable..." Louis murmurs and Niall pretends he doesn't hear him as he drags him over to the dildo section.
"How about this one?" Niall asks, grabbing the largest dildo, it was long and thick and it looked like it would split Louis open.
