Harry Styles Oneshots

Mr Tomlinson's

Harry had grown up knowing that one day, he was going to be matched with a Dom, or two if he got lucky, and that they would live happily ever after. Sure enough, on his 18th birthday, he received a letter from the government saying he had been matched with a Dom. That was three years ago and he could not be more happier with the life he lives now. He has a loving and caring husband and Dom, he has a wonderful family who support him in everything he does. Life just could not be better.

As Harry finishes up with their dinner, Louis comes into their home, calling out for Harry like he does when Harry doesn't meet him at the door on his knees like a good Sub.

"I-I'm just finishing cooking dinner, Sir! I can't leave it because it might burn!" Harry calls, he'd underestimated his time with making dinner, and now Louis was probably going to yell at him and make him eat on the floor and then punish him because he didn't meet his Dom at the door. He soon feels eyes on him, he turns slightly seeing the figure of his husband coming into the kitchen. Louis walks over, silently wrapping his arms around Harry before kissing his neck gently making the boy jump. "Good boy, it smells delicious. I've got some news for you too, so be quick." Harry nods, biting his lip as he starts to plate the dishes up and then takes Louis' to his seat at their dining table, then his own after being granted permission from Louis.

"You may eat."

Harry thanks his Dom quietly, begins to eat his food as Louis talks about his day at work. "Y-you said you had something to tell me, Sir?" Louis hums, nodding his head. "So, as you now my step-father is getting on a little, and he's decided to step down as CEO and is leaving the business for me to run." Harry's eyes widen, and a massive smile spread across his face.

"Congratulations Sir! That's great, do you know when he's stepping down?" Louis shakes his head, reminding Harry about being nosey. "Anyway, how was your day, princess? The house looks lovely." Harry blushes at the nickname and compliment, princess was definitely his favourite nickname of all of the ones Louis used. "Great! I cleaned our room, your study, the bathroom, the lounge room and the kitchen and washed, dried, folded and put away all of the laundry. And I also got some drawing done." Louis nods, telling Harry to finish his dinner before it goes cold.

After dinner, the Dom excuses himself to their en-suite for a shower, and Harry knows that if Louis comes down with low-hung sweats, water still dripping down his body and messy, wet hair he's definitely going to need to have permission for a wank or Louis is going to have to fuck him into oblivion tonight.

He quickly packs everything into the dishwasher and then starts to wipe down the benches and and make sure that all of his chores were done. Just as he's about to turn everything off and go up to their room, Louis comes down, just as Harry had expected and smiles at Harry happily. The younger bites his lip, his dick hardening just watching Louis as he grabs a little snack before ushering Harry to their bedroom, and Harry already knows what's going to happen because Louis never has a snack when they aren't going to play. Harry quickly walks into their room ahead of Louis, kneeling down at the end of their bed with his collar still around his neck.

"Oh my baby boy, look at you." Louis says, lifting Harry's head so he look into their full length mirror and look at himself. "Would you like to play tonight? If you're to tired we don't have to." Harry shakes his head, asking ever so politely if they can.

"My polite boy, let me pick an outfit for you. Then I want you in the play room and on the floor by the door when I come in, I'll give you ten minutes." Harry nods eagerly, making Louis smile and stroke his thumb over the boy's cheek a few times. Louis disappears into their wardrobe, soon coming back with one of his favourite outfits for Harry.

He lays it down on the bed and gives Harry permission to stand and get changed. He leaves, making the boy scramble to put the outfit on. He quickly moves to their play room after getting changed, and kneels at the door. His head down with his palms facing up. He only sits like that for about three minutes before he sees the door open and Louis' feet in front of him.