Larry Smut

||Quick author's note||

Hello! This is my first time actually publishing something on this account! I'm excited to see what feedback you guys have for me! Now, I have a question for you guys. Should I make this a collection of BxB oneshots, or just leave this as is? It would mean everything if you commented your input down below :). Anyways, enjoy!

-K.❅

"Harry fucking Styles!" Louis fumed, suppressed with genuine anger. Harry's heart rate sped up to a mile a minute as he waltzed nervously to their bedroom, where Louis was located.

"Y-yes, babe?" Harry said, literally shaking in his brown, worn-out, leather boots.

His tall, lanky figure stood frightened in the doorframe.

"Don't 'y-yes, babe?' me!" Louis mocked, fists tightly clenched, "I know what you did with Niall when I was gone on that trip!"

"L-listen, Lou," Harry barely managed to squeak out, "We were both drunk and things started to get out of hand. I-"

"You made out with him, Harry," Louis said, his rough, solid voice softening down into a never-ending pool of disappointment, "You let him touch you."

Tears stung the back of Louis' oceanic eyes as he felt a tsunami of betrayal consume his once-gleeful body into its everlasting depths.

"You cheated on me, Harry."

The curly lad was also on the verge of tears, letting faint flashes of the horrid memory play throughout his clouded mind.

"Louis," Harry sighed, making his way towards the smaller man, "I love you. I never meant to hurt you."

At an instant, the small pool of disappointment froze, leaving a strong, merciless ice figure in its place.

"Harry, I trusted you. Why didn't you tell me? You know I was bound to find out sooner or later."

Harry gazed down at his feet as if they were the most intriguing thing on the planet. Suddenly, an idea hit him, the feeling similar to a slap across the face.

"I know. I was a bad boy, daddy," Harry purred, monitoring the slight changes in Louis' expression.

Harry undoubtably knew all of the ins and outs and roundabouts of the man before him. He's spent the past two years he's been with the beautiful man studying and admiring every nook and cranny of his being. Louis had a massive daddy kink. Lust remained an unforgivable weakness to him.

Louis felt his pants grow tighter. "Harry, this isn't the time to be sexual." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Why not, daddy?" Harry cooed, bravely running a finger down his furious lover's chest.

"Because, it's kind of hard to be angry at you when you're getting me hard." Louis muttered, his icy figure slightly succumbing to Harry's brilliant warmth.

"Then loosen up, daddy." Harry persuaded while grasping the zipper to Louis' blood-red hoodie, and seductively unzipping it, eventually peeling it off and letting it fall faintly to the floor.

"I love you, you horny fuck."

Louis connected his lips against Harry's smooth, plump, rose-colored ones. Kissing Harry, to Louis felt like a fiery blast of blissful pleasure, sending him into a state of untainted euphoria.

"I love you too, Louis," Harry muttered on Louis' mouth.

Louis began kissing the taller lad's neck, leaving delicious love bites right below his ear. Those love bites were vital to Louis. They reminded himself and the rest of the world that Harry was his. And his alone.