Larry Stylinson One Shots

taste on my tongue - girl direction

AN// This is femslash, or girl direction. Girl Harry and Girl Louis, girl smut, etc. It's fairly short, only 2,631 words long. I hope you enjoy it! Xx

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Harry is in the middle of her morning jog, Ed Sheeran blaring through her headphones as she pushes harder to get up this particular hill, when her phone dings from where it's trapped against her arm. It's unusual for her to get a text this early, emails maybe, but nobody in her contacts is ever awake at this time unless they're still up from the night before.

She decides to make it up the hill before checking her phone, and by the time she's at the top her phone has dinged three more times, each in a row. Harry is confused, to say the least, so she pulls her phone from her armband quickly, unlocking it and nearly gasping when she sees four texts from Louis.

It's ten till seven in the morning. On a Saturday. Louis rarely gets up before eleven on the weekends, sleeping in finally from her early mornings the whole week. She barely even stirs when Harry gets up and ready to run in the mornings, too dead to the world. Seeing Louis messaged her is the craziest sight Harry has seen in a long while.

When she opens them, Harry does gasp this time, hand coming up to cover her mouth, thankful it's still dark outside and no peeping neighbors would be able to see.

Louis sent her two pictures and a video, along with a cheeky message that says hrry home xx . The first picture is of Louis' torso, half covered with the white sheet. Her perfect, round tits are out, nipples hard, and Harry can see Louis' dark tattoos through the white sheet. Her breath hitches, teeth biting on her lip. The second is much worse; Louis has pushed the sheets away completely, legs spread and fingers covered her perfect pussy, giving Harry a slight view of her clit between her knuckles. It's obvious that she's wet, dripping even, and Harry feels heat start to swirl in her stomach.

Then Harry opens the video and bites her lip harder, her thighs squeezing together. The camera is angled right next to Louis' thigh, her cunt in perfect view as their light blue didlo pumps in and out of her. It's glistening with wet , and Louis' whimpers filter through. It's a short video, only twenty three seconds long, but it's long enough to have Harry wanting, needing more. She watches it again as she turns around and starts running back.

She wants her mouth where that dildo is, and she wants it now.

It takes Harry barely five minutes to run back. She was one her second lap around her usual route, not to far from their flat, and she's panting by the time she's run up the three flights of stairs and nearly bursts through the front door.

Already Harry can hear Louis moaning, and after she shuts the door behind her, kicking off her shoes already, Louis moans loud enough for Harry to hear, "Harry!"

Harry tears through the flat, pulling off her shirt and sports bra before she's in the bedroom. She may have stared at the pictures and watched the video again on the way back, and by now she's wet, eyes going wide when she sees her perfect girlfriend all spread out on the bed.

"Lou," she gasps, pushing down her shorts and undies in one go. Harry climbs up on the bed, their eyes meeting in the soft lamplight, and a smirk spreads across Louis' face.

"'Bout time you came back," rasps Louis. Her delicate wrist is still contorted over her bent thigh, flicking back and forth and squeezing the base of the dildo tight enough that her knuckles are red. Harry watches, entranced, as more fluids seem to run out around the blue object, and she doesn't waste any more time, getting down on her front between those tan legs.