Partition (Larry Stylinson Smut)

Chapter 5

ARE YOU READY?! DAMN, it's really about to start right now. Are you strapped in? You better be.

When you see the '*', play Partition on repeat.
I'll be putting the song in the beginning of each chapter so you can listen to it while you read.
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I'm trying my best to not make it look obvious that I'm looking at him from the window's reflection. It's hard to suppress a reaction because of where his eyes are moving to. He's actually checking me out, like full on looking at me up and down. There's something about the way his eyes are lowered, that makes me feel something.

I slowly move my head to face forward, trying to make it seem as casual as possible. From the window, I notice that he quickly snapped his head back to his side. He starts fumbling with his hands and his phone while looking out at the busy road. Now I can get a chance to look at him again. Everything he's wearing is fitted well, the jeans hug his legs, and his shirt and blazer sinch his waist. His whole physique is soft but contoured.

He turns his head again and I look down, pretending to be in deep thought. Why is he so sexy? It's like the more I look at him the more that's confirmed. This still seems to be a bit akward because it's almost like we know we're checking each other out.

He stands up and grabs a champagne glass and starts to fill it. And...Oh My God, why didn't I see his ass before?! What the fuck?

He sits back down and sips on his champagne. My mind is racing and my chest is concaving when I exhale. His trousers hugged his plump bum in all the right places, but still mainting a comfortable fit-just natural excellence. I need to calm down right now but holy shit, now I'm really feeling something.

Hopefully some music will distract me. I shake my head and plug the aux cord into my phone and put on one of my favourite playlists. Beyoncé's voice softly fills the vehicle and I feel a little more at ease.

He sips the drink slowly, savouring it.

He puts the now empty glass back, and that's when I hear the familiar beat from the beginning of 'Partition.' He doesn't stand all the way up this time, he steps and leans forward. The sight of his ass and the knowledge of this song starting is just- oh shit, fuck it.

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He leans back to sit again, but this time I lean into him. He sits up straighter and pops his chest out, his eyes widen and eyebrows slightly knit. I stare into his blue eyes, he looks at my lips then quickly brings them back to my eyes. I can't help the pull of my lips into a side grin.

Without breaking eye contact, I call out, "Driver roll up the partition, please." The dark, thick dividor screen instantly starts rolling up and the blue-eyed man asks with confusion and slight panic, "Wait, what are you doing?"

The music enters the atmosphere. My sight travels up and down from his eyes and lips. My God, he smells so good, but I can't pin-point exactly what it is.

I need the music to be louder, I need to feel it more. I demand to Stan, "Turn it up!" Now my smirk is definitely here.

I place my hand on his chest while turning my body even more into him. I'm taking my time, embracing the two simple tracks of the bass and snaps of the song. He is sitting straight up against the seat.

I lean into him with my lips parted, a relaxed face, and hungry eyes. It seems like the space is getting warmer as I move my face closer and closer to him. My face makes its way to the left side of his neck. Acqua De Gio Profumo by Giorgio Armani; that's what his cologne is, and fuck, it's turning me on even more. He seemed to shiver when I smelled him.

Just the smell is enough to push me to gently brush my tongue on his neck and begin to kiss. I can feel the goosebumps on his skin when I start kissing slightly harder. He releases a tight exhale.

His hands are at his sides, gripping the seats. I slowly and gently move my hands to the right side of his neck and the left side of his body. His body has been tense ever since I touched him, he's sitting stiffly, trying to keep his composure.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask without lifting my head to look at him. I lick a long, wide stripe from the bottom of his neck up to the end of his jaw as he stutters, "Luh- Louis."

He shivers. "Louis- what?" I ask softly next to his ear. "Louis T- Tomlinson, " he breathes out. His breath has been shaky every time he's spoken.

I hum, "mmm, Louis Tomlinson," hovering my lips over where they've already been. My warm breath dances on his skin before I suddenly smash my lips on his neck, sucking and biting the crap out of him. His shoulders jump.

He slowly eases his body with an airy exhale and then putting his hand on my waist. I pull away to reposition, putting my one knee next to him and the other tightly inbetween his legs.

"I'm Harry," I say with my face closer to his, looking up and down from his eyes and lips again.

I hear the end of the chorus. I caress my upperbody with one hand, the other still on his neck, while mouthing when Beyoncé sings, "take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, the kinda girl you like is right here with me." Exposing my chest to him.

Louis P.O.V 

What the fuck is happening? And why am I giving into it? One minute ago we were hating each other, and now he's practically sitting on me. No. This isn't okay, this is not happening. But I put my hands on his waist. Fuck, Louis, fuck!

I try to slowly take my hands off of him, but he notices and lays his big hands over mine and puts them back on his waist. I'd be lying if I said that I'm hating this. Just, fuck, it feels like my insides are starting to throb with arousal.

His eyes are slightly narrowed, observing all of me, lips parted, and fingers tracing over his shiny chest. His chest is so tight, and those tattoos- shit.

Harry can tell I want him.

He puts his hands over mine again, but he slowly slides them down to his hips. He keeps his one hand on mine while the other goes to my shoulder. My God, he's fucking straddling me. He's biting and sucking the fuck out of my neck, he clearly has no problem with wrapping my neck with purple bruises and red teeth marks.

It's not just the pressure, it's the warmth. With the hand over mine, he begins to push deeper into his hip, encouraging me to squeeze it. I do so and squeeze his hips to the rhythm of his sucking. In this moment, I can't help but notice how much the atmosphere has changed. It's definitely gotten warmer and maybe even darker.

Harry grazes his fingers up and down my back, but only with his fingertips, sending shivers all over my body. Both of his hands drag to the front of my blazer, he's stopped giving me hickeys. His breath coats my face as his forehead is resting against mine, he's undoing the buttons as fast as he can. He's so focused, eyebrows knit, chest rising and falling quickly, eyes fixed on the buttons. Harry is nothing but beautiful, even while looking down, I can still see the sage glow of his eyes.

My back arches as he runs his nails all over my back under my shirt. Lines of tingles follow the paths of his fingertips. I can get lost in this feeling forever, if I space out enough, I'll go numb. But there's something else there, like an overwhelming urge to thrust forward and let him tear me apart, piece by piece. But I want to tear him apart too and hear him scream from what I can do to him and with him. Wow.

He stops.

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Writer's note 
Are you mad at me yet?

But what do you think? Finally something starting!

Apologies for any spelling mistakes.

See ya soon👅