I Just Want To Be Your Favorite [LS Dom/Sub] (boyxboy)

Chapter Forty One

Louis was so horny.

He was thirty nine weeks pregnant, with no sign of giving birth anytime soon, and he has never been so horny in his entire life.

It's been two weeks since the Styles Barbeque, and he doesn't think he can get much more pregnant than he already was.

"Daddy," Louis mewled into the phone, hearing Harry answer. "Daddy, I need you."

"Oh, my poor baby." Harry cooed. The man had run to the grocery store, wanting to stock up on as much groceries as he could before they were locked up in their home. "I'll be home soon. Can you wait?"

"No," Louis whimpered, feeling tears prick at his eyes, cock tenting his pants. He knew he couldn't touch himself without permission. "I need it now."

"Princess," Harry warned through the phone, making Louis whimper once more. "Okay, do this for me. I want you to go to the bathroom and open up the cabinet. Go ahead and pick something to play with, okay? You can come, but just know when I get home in 20 minutes you're going to come again."

"Okay daddy, thank you daddy," Louis babbled.

"Alright, princess. I'll be home soon. I love you." Louis repeated the sentiment before hanging up, struggling to get up. Once he got to the pantry, a fresh wave of excitement ran through him as he looked at the collection of sex toys waiting for him.

He remembered when he and Harry had first matched, going to that sex shop with him opened his eyes to the world that surrounded him. It was eye opening, and sexy at the same time.

There was a vibe Louis remembered picking out because it was scarily similar to Harry's own cock, and Louis quickly grabbed for it.

Once Louis found himself comfortable on his side on the bed, he fingered himself open. He had been on Harry like crazy lately, always wanting his cock. His doctor said it was normal, that his hormones were all over the place, especially since he was actually a week over his estimated due date.

He worked as quickly as he could, not finding much satisfaction from his thin fingers. He wished they were Harry's instead.

When he deemed himself ready, he worked quickly to lube the toy up. He took note of where the button was, remembering the different settings from when they were at the store, and slowly slid the fake cock inside of himself.

He gasped at the fullness, secretly proud of himself for picking out a vibrator that was so alike Harry's own cock. He tapped the lowest setting, and let out a loud moan as he felt it begin to massage him. He grinded back against the toy, crying out each time the toy massaged his prostate.

"Oh, baby," Louis sobbed as he felt the toy slip out of him. "Look at you."

"Daddy," Louis whimpered, trying to turn onto his back to look at the man. "Oh, daddy."

"Shh, my love." Harry cooed, using one hand to rub at Louis' stomach as he pressed two of his own fingers at the boys hole. "You're so gorgeous. Do you want my cock?"

"Yes," Louis whined, feeling Harry's fingers graze his prostate. "Please, daddy. I need it."

"I got you, princess." Harry fit himself around the boys back, sliding inside of him in one quick thrust.

Louis moaned at the feeling, realizing nothing could compare to the feeling of Harry inside of him. While the toy felt amazing, and was just about as big as Harry, curving slightly like the mans own cock, the feeling wasn't the same. It didn't bring him as much pleasure as Harry did, thrusting slow and deep inside Louis.

"You're so tight," Harry grunted, pressing a kiss to Louis' neck. "You're full of my baby, and you get fucked all the time, yet you're still so tight."

"Just for you, daddy." Louis moaned. "Love y-you."

"Love you too," Harry moaned, thrusts turning to a slow grind against Louis' bum. Louis whined at the constant pressure on his prostate, coming over his large belly.

Harry followed soon after, weak to the feeling of Louis clenching around him.

"God, baby," Harry chuckled tiredly, pulling out and helping Louis get comfortable. "You're trying to kill me."

"Shut up," Louis covered his face, embarrassed over how eager he had been. "I'm sorry you rushed home."

"Lou," Harry laughed, pulling at the boys hands. "Relax, there's nothing to be embarrassed over. I love you, and you're so damn hot."

"I am literally so pregnant." Louis exclaimed, holding his large belly. "I am not hot. I am the size of Texas."

"You're a huge pain is what you are." Harry stated with a shake of his head. "You know how attractive I think you are. You look gorgeous with my baby inside of you. I'm sorry that you're still pregnant, but the doctor said that if you are showing no signs of having him by Thursday, you can go get induced. Just a while longer."

"I can't wait four days." Louis sniffled, sitting up on the bed, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of his come drying on his stomach.

"HJ loves you so much that he wants to keep cooking, baby. This isn't a bad thing. He's healthy."

"Too healthy." Louis teased. "Why did you give me such a big baby? He's huge."

"I'm proud of it." Harry smirked. "I gave you my big baby, and you made sure he stayed nice and healthy to come be with us. Princess, at the end of the week, we'll finally be a family."

"You're right." Louis' eyes began to water, and he tried blinking them away. He hated his hormones. "I can't wait to hold him."

"I can't wait to see you hold him." Harry pressed a kiss to Louis forehead. "Now come on, babe. Let's go take a shower."

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Later, when the boys were warm and cleaned up, they laid on the bed in their freshly changed sheets. Harry had picked up some pizza on the way home and they had the box sitting in front of them, nibbling on them as they watched a movie.

"Daddy," Louis started, picking at his crust. "I want to call my mom. Not right now, but maybe tomorrow. Before I have HJ."

"Of course." Harry looked down at the boy, and Louis blushed at how intense his expression was.

"What?" He giggled nervously. Harry smiled at that, bending to press a light kiss to his lips. Louis got lost in it, sighing happily into Harry's mouth.

"I'm so proud of you. You surprise me every day, my love." Harry explained once they separated. He wrapped an arm around Louis' waist, rubbing at the side of his stomach. "I can't wait for our son to be here with us. I hope he looks like you."

"And if he doesn't?" Louis retorted, easy grin on his face showing Harry he wasn't at all angry at the comment.

"Then we'll just keep having more until we get a mini you." Louis laughed, making Harry hold him tighter. He couldn't wait for Thursday.