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“So what you’re saying is that you thought I would be ok with you sleeping with other people because we haven’t established our relationship?” Louis asked in a low hiss. “You thought I would be ok with you fucking other people and then coming back to fuck me? Is that it? You thought I wouldn’t care?”
And no. Harry didn’t think that at all, but Louis has to get the fact that they aren’t dating. That Harry can do what and whoever he wants.
“Well do you have nothing to fucking say for yourself?” Louis goes on in rage. He gets that he’s being a bit dramatic but it isn’t fair. How come Harry gets to go out and fuck whoever he wants and then come back to crawl in bed with him?
“Louis,” Harry starts off slowly, “we aren’t together. You’re the one who doesn’t want to be tied down.”
Sure its true but it still isn’t fair to Louis.
Louis looks up at Harry and pouts at him, “Well,” he pauses calculating his thoughts, “I also said we’d fuck once and here we are,” he looks around, “honestly if you’re going to keep fucking other people, then we need to break whatever this is off.”
No. Harry isn’t going to let Louis go that easily. Yeah he sounds selfish but he doesn’t care because Louis is his. He makes sure Louis knows he’s his every night when he fucks deep into him and marks his body with bites and bruises. He’s not going to let the best thing to ever happen to him get away.
“I,” Harry licks his lips and tips Louis’ head back to look up at him, “I promise that it want happen again. You have my word.” Harry holds out his pinky out to Louis waiting for him to do the same.
The thing is that they both know he’s lying but that doesn’t stop Louis from locking his pinky with him. And if Harry takes Louis home to fuck him good, that’s no ones business but theirs.
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The next time Louis hears about Harry fucking someone else he’s at some party filled with cheap alcohol and horny teenagers. He’s with his best mates Niall and Liam when he hears it. At first he isn’t sure if he’s hearing the girl right. She’s going on about how Harry tried to persuade her to let him fuck her in the ass the night before, she goes on to say that in the end he ended up just fucking her on the couch. And ok.
The situation would be funny if it was anyone else, but it’s Harry. Harry who promised him. His Harry. Louis doesn’t want to cry because he knew this would happen. Harry always breaks his promises to Louis and Louis is stuck wondering if he should be off fucking other people too. That’s how he ends up grinding up against some guy by the name Zayn who smells of cheap cologne, cigarette smoke, and Ciroc. Zayn is sexy. He’s something out of a magazine. He’s exotic. The best thing Louis’ ever seen so he lets himself get lost in a sea of cheap alcohol and the sound of Kendrick Lamar engulfing his body.
“Look so good baby,” Zayn mumbles from behind him sucking on his neck, “wanna fuck you. Can I fuck you?”
Louis wants to say no but he can’t resist the chemistry between their bodies and he deserves to get a good dicking by someone as good looking as Zayn. Who would resist Zayn.
“Yes.” He mumbles and before he knows it he’s being dragged off to another part of the house.
A door is opened. Clothes are being shed. And Louis wants to enjoy this so he relaxes his muscles. Hands run up and down his body, leaving bruises. Soft, plush lips mark up his body from the base of his neck to the inside of his thighs.
A finger is inserted into him dry and he hisses but he loves the pain. It takes his mind off Harry.
“Alright babe?” Zayn slurs as he sucks on his collarbones. “How many do you need?”
“Yeah,” he moans out, “need three then I wanna ride you.” He sounds obscene but he’s ready for it. Can’t wait for it. “Wanna ride you.” He repeats moaning into Zayn’s neck.
“Yeah?” Zayn asks, “Gonna ride daddy? Be a good boy?” And yes. Louis wants this. Wants to fuck his self down on Zayn’s dick.
“Yes daddy. Please. Please?” Louis’ begging because fuck yes, he wants to ride Zayn and call him daddy.
“Need you to get my cock wet for me.” Louis winces at the term because who even calls their dick cock? He abides though because he wants Zayn to be in him asap. He makes his way down Zayn’s torso, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses. He takes Zayn down in one swift motion, relaxing his throat to allow more room for Zayn.
“Fuck.” Zayn moans, lacing his fingers through Louis’ hair. “Give good head baby. So fuckin good for me. Daddy’s good boy.” His words encourage Louis to suck harder. Before he knows it Zayn is pulling him off and up to kiss him. They kiss for a few minutes before pulling apart.
“Wanna ride you now.” Louis whimpers in Zayn’s ear, “Wanna feel you.”
“Ok,” Zayn whispers running his hands down Louis’ back, he reaches for a condom, “No.” Louis whines. “Wanna feel you. I’m clean.”
Zayn leans up to kiss him, “Ok baby. No condom. Clean. C’mon,” he whispers grabbing his dick at the base so Louis can take it. “C’mon babe. Show me how you ride.”
Louis whimpers as he takes Zayn in one swift motion clawing at his chest. He starts to move his hips in small circles and Zayn’s moaning under him. Hands planted on his hips, Zayn helps him lift up and down. The room is quiet except for their grunts and moans mixing together. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Louis’ high-pitched “daddy’s”.
“Gonna flip us over, okay baby? Gonna fuck you so good.”
In one swift motion Louis is on his back with his legs over Zayn’s shoulders as he fucks deep into him. And Louis swears it. He swears Zayn is the best fuck he’s ever had.
“Daddy.” Louis moans. “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.” And its so fucking obscene. Zayn’s fucking him so good and all he wants to do is cum. His little body is overheating and he swears he can’t move. All he can do is moan. Zayn’s holding him tight, whispering in his ear that he’s ok as he hits his prostate over and over.
“I got you baby,” he whispers and he’s so gentle with Louis, touching him just right. Fucking him hard and good. “Cum for me baby.” And fuck Louis’ cumming so intense and hard that he feels like he’s floating on cloud 9. He can’t move but his body is relaxed and he feels good post-orgasm. He doesn’t even feel Zayn cumming in him but the sounds he makes rings in his ears.
“Come back down for me, baby.” Zayn whispers, rubbing Louis’ sides. “Such a good boy for me. So good.” He continues to coax Louis, “You’re alright babe. You were amazing. My good boy.”
Zayn cleans the cum from Louis’ thighs and his tummy peppering kisses up his body, “You were amazing baby. So good for me. Gonna cuddle you now. Wanna cuddle?” He nuzzles his head in Louis’ neck, leaving kisses behind.
Louis swears it. He swears he’s falling in love with Zayn’s gentle nature. “Mhmm,” Louis replies half asleep scooting closer to Zayn. It’s the last thing either of them remembers before falling in a peaceful slumber cuddled up together. Louis’ head rested on Zayn’s chest.