[completed] "Please don't say anything." "Lou-" "Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensation sending shivers right through me. I said, "I'll do this with you. But you can't tell anyone." ... Where Harry is a boy toy at university and Louis is an efficient student with an uncontrollable sense of sexual desire.

While on tour for their second album, the 5 One Direction boys gather every other night to play quite the hectic game called 'truth or dare'. Secrets are revealed, crushes are exposed and maybe, just maybe, love is found. [Larry stylinson fanfiction ]

Larry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)

{Completed; 14.11.2018} Louis is omega. That makes him one of the lowest of the werewolf ranks. With being an omega comes obeying basically every beta, but especially alpha. Not for Louis though. He doesn't cave in if an alpha uses his alpha-voice. Yes, he flinches, but his head is held high and he just walks away with a shake of his head. Harry is an alpha. Meaning he is on the top of the werewolf ranks. Everyone listens to him, bot just because he is an alpha, also because he is absolutely stunning. Green eyes, brown, long curls. Everyone hopes by throwing themselfs infornt of his feet that they get a chance to mate the pretty alpha. What will happen when Louis moves and Harry and his alpha friend Zayn make a bet that Harry has to bring the omega to submit to him? Will Louis cave in or will he walk out of the school year with his head held high? Highest Rankings: #13 in larry #27 in larrystylinson #1 in omegalouis #1 in alphaharry #2 in abo

It's the year 2020 and Louis gets an unexpected call informing him that one direction were reuniting in no less than a month. When the time comes, no one expected Harry to act the way he does. Or a hate to love fic where Harry and Louis reunite after the hiatus. Completed- 26th jan, 2020

*COMPLETED* Louis Tomlinson is a famous vlogger, admired by many, but little do they know that he's gay. Louis' been experiencing a sharp pain in his back, and ends up at a massage clinic. Harry Styles, the clinic's hottest and gayest masseuse, decides to take care of Louis' pain himself. •top harry •smut smut smut •I'm dividing it into several chapters but it's not that long enjoy <3<3

He wasn't. He couldn't be. Louis was humping his leg. Maybe he was sleeping, Harry's thoughts spun wildly, having a dirty dream. But Harry knew Louis up and down, the patterns of his breathing, the tension in his muscles - this wasn't sleeping Louis. As if to confirm Harry's thoughts, Louis gripped him slightly and unmistakably ground his hips. A soft moan escaped Harry's lips. Louis stilled. Harry held his breath. No no no please don't stop, God. Louis' hands traveled up his body lightly, the barely there touch making him hiss. "'S this ok?" Louis' voice sounded uncertain, hesitant, like his fingers delicately tracing Harry's spine. Or: A whole lot of cute fluffiness takes a horrifying descent into hardcore godless smut. But it's ok though cuz it's Louis and Harry and they're adorable little cupcakes who love each other very much.

"I hate you" "Kinda hard to believe when you fuck me like that" ------- Harry and Niall have been on each others throats since day one. If the best way to keep the peace is to fuck then who can stop them?

LARRY STYLINSON, AOB, REALITY AU. Being an Alpha, its hard to control yourself, and thats just in general. Now imagine being a famous alpha. That was Harry Styles. The constant fans throwing themselves at him made for difficult situations. Though It was worse for louis, being a famous omega. {Published on Ao3}

• completed • 56.9K words • explicit • Harry stalks towards Louis, grabbing his hips. He wishes he could burn Louis with his fingertips the way Louis burns him with existence. "Not again", Harry repeats while pushing Louis' shirt up. Louis' arms lift obligingly as Harry tugs the shirt off him, tossing it vaguely towards Louis' bed. "I'm not going to sleep with you again", Harry mumbles. "Sure", Louis says, lips attaching to Harry's neck making him tilt his head. "Keep saying that if it helps." Harry scratches his nails across the small back of Louis' back. "Not again", he groans. "This - This is the last time." • or • The one in which Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are roommates. They hate each other. At least, that's what they thought. A Larry Stylinson story stuffed with angry sex, wrapped in 28 parts, with a side of weird Ziam and cheery Horan. Sequel: Habit