Larry Oneshots

Toxic

Summary: Louis always comes back to Harry.

Warning: Smut 😏

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"Fuck." Louis moaned, grinding his hips in short circles before pulling back up and then sinking back down on Harry's cock.

Harry's hands ran up Louis's thighs, helping support the boy above him as his lips littered Louis's nipples.

The boy whimpered at the feeling, his hands tugging harshly at Harry's curls, pushing himself faster. His thighs burned and quaked from the constant pressure and his cock bounced painfully against his stomach, rock hard.

But it was all so beautifully addictive.

"Hmm," Harry hummed, voice near a growl. "That's it, baby, let go, come for me."

The blue eyed boy threw his head back, his inner muscles clenching and his back arching as he released between their chests.

Harry didn't give Louis any time before he flipped them over and in one smooth thrust, buried himself back into the warm heat.

"NNH!" Louis cried out, his body shaking from oversensitivity.

Harry let out a low growl as he took up a strong, ruthless rhythm, feeling Louis's body worth underneath his weight and hearing the boy moan in utter ecstasy.

"Come on, baby," Louis panted, his teeth biting at Harry's earlobe. He trailed his lips down to Harry's collarbones, sucking and nipping, hard. His fingers ripping remorselessly at the unruly curls.

Harry liked it rough.

"Almost there." Harry rasped, picking up his pace and thrusting past the tight ring of muscle over and over again. "Fuck... Louis..." He hissed, releasing into his boyfriend.

The two laid there, tangled in the sheets, bodies sweaty, and connected in the most intimate way possible.

"Makeup sex is so the best." Louis bit his swollen lips, staring into those dark, green orbs he adored.

"Definitely." Harry covered Louis's mouth the with his own, devouring the groan of approval.

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"Screw you, Harry!" Louis screamed, pointing a finger in the mans chest.

"No, screw you, Louis. You know how I feel about Zack." Harry spoke firmly, pushing Louis's hands away and crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Zack is my friend!" Louis exclaimed. "He has been since the fourth grade! What is so bad about him?!"

"What's so bad?" Harry's voice raised and he got close enough to the point where he was towering over Louis. "What's so bad?! Zack is all over you! He can't keep his hands off you for more then two seconds, and knowing what a slut you are, you let him!"

Louis didn't let himself be fazed by Harrys choice of words. He was a slut, and he could admit that.

But only for Harry.

Louis's neck craned upwards to look Harry in the eyes, his own burning as he grasped onto Harry's shirt. Trying desperately to get Harry to listen to him. "Get it through your thick skull, Harry! I love you! Only you!"

"It doesn't matter, Louis! Because your such a slut, that's you'd let anyone fuck you if they asked. Zack is one of those people!"

"You only think he is! You think everyone is, especially my friends! You know how many people I've given up to be with you?!" Louis shouted, tears dripping down his face as he curled his arms around himself.