Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#38

Title: But You're My Cum Slut by Tomlinsuckthis on Tumblr

Summary: Louis is a cum slut and loves to give Harry blow jobs. One day Harry jokingly suggests he start bottling his cum and Louis loves the idea. He carries the bottle everywhere and demands Harry refill it when empty, no matter where they are.

Word Count: 2,471

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Harry doesn't really remember when Louis' addiction started, but he does remember when he realized his boyfriend was addicted to his cum. And he certainly remembers when it reached an all time high.

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"Shit, fuck Lou. 'M gonna cum," Harry grunts, causing Louis to hum in approval around the length in his mouth. That pushes Harry over the edge and he cums down Louis' throat, a shout of his boyfriend's name leaving his lips.

Louis pulls off of Harry's softening cock, the warm load it just released sitting heavily on his tongue. The salty bitter taste soaks into Louis' taste buds. It's slightly sweet, a small representation of Harry's personality. He holds the load in his mouth for a moment longer before he swallows slowly, letting it drip down his throat.

He licks his lips slowly, just incase any of it managed to escape his mouth. Once he's satisfied that he got it all he climbs up the bed and places a closed mouth kiss on Harry's lips before laying next to him and cuddling into his side.

"You're such a cumslut Louis, jesus."

"What makes you say that?" Louis asks, popping up on his elbow so he can look at his boyfriend's face.

"That's the seventh blow job you've given me this week."

"So?"

"It's only Wednesday." Louis shrugs his shoulders as if to say 'so what', before laying back down and burying his face in Harry's neck. The younger boy just sighs and throws his arm around Louis. He doesn't mind the blow jobs, he loves them, he just finds it weird how Louis always insists on him finishing in his mouth. It's like he's addicted to Harry's cum or something. "I should just start bottling my cum so you can have it whenever you want," he comments offhandedly.

But this catches Louis' attention and he goes from being half asleep to wide awake. "Really? You would do that for me?" he asks excitedly, pulling away from Harry's embrace and sitting up.

"Er, yeah, I guess. I was only jok-" but he's cut off by a loud squeal.

"Oh thank you Hazza you're the best boyfriend in the whole entire world!" He throws himself on top of him and starts to kiss his face all over, the prospect of getting to taste his boyfriend whenever he wants making him happy.

"Anything for you, Lou." He rubs his back soothingly, even though Harry's mind is far from soothed.

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The next morning Harry wakes up to a feeling of immense pleasure and when he opens his eyes he realizes why. There's Louis in between his legs sucking him off. He can't help but moan at the feeling of the tight, wet heat around him.

His sudden noise in the silent room causes Louis' eyes to open and flick to him. He smiles around Harry's girth as best he can before he pulls off and starts to stroke him. "Sorry, I couldn't wait for you to wake up," he grins sheepishly before engulfing Harry again.

"It's alright, angel. It was a nice way to be woken up," his voice is slightly slurred from the pleasure. Louis runs his tongue over the swollen tip and his toes curl in pleasure. He feels a dainty hand start to massage his balls and he loses it. He shoots his load down Louis's throat, a loud moan escaping his lips.