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Louis was never an easy case. He’s stubborn, reckless, sassy, and bossy. He always gets his way in everything. Or it used to be that way before Harry came into his life. She’s just like him, but she actually gets everything the way she wants. Even with Louis.
They met on a photoshoot. Louis got the cover of Vogue, and Harry happened to be the photographer. He had his images about the outfits and the poses, he thought out everything, but Harry shut him up with the flick of her wrist, and started explaining how she wants it and that it will be like that, no matter if Louis likes it or not. It was a long day, Louis was grumpy and acted like a child, while Harry bossed around, making sure everything was perfect. They haven’t met again, until the draft of the cover was ready, and Harry sent it to him. He freaked out, he looked like a clown, and he immediately said no to it, but she wasn’t one to compromise. So, he wanted a meet up, so they can sit down and talk it through, and maybe then he can get a say in it. Harry – though not easily – but agreed and went to Louis apartment the next evening. It seemed like they got on good terms at first, they didn’t try and choke the other, until Louis said he wanted a whole new shoot. Harry, of course, freaked out, and walked around the living area, throwing her hands, and cussing, while Louis tried to persuade her. It ended up with Harry pushing him, and even though Louis would never lift a hand at a woman, he didn’t let her sort his shit, then they somehow fell to the floor and after that… The panting turned into moaning, and the shoving turned to grinding.
That was the first time they slept together, but not the last.
Somehow, they always found themselves in each other’s bed, and they became lovers without even talking about it or agreeing on the name of their relationship. They weren’t a pair that’s for sure, or at least that was what Louis always told himself, when he got too carried away by the girl’s beauty, but they didn’t sleep with anyone else from that day and slowly grew together.
Though these mindless fucking sessions weren’t ones to stop them from bickering like an old married couple, driving everyone around them crazy. They started to show up on events together, which the media noticed as well, but none of them took any notice of The Sun or DailyMail headlines or the rumors. They just lived the life they did before, only now they both went to work mostly from Louis’ place.
It went like usual that night as well. The OTB Fashion Company’s models were invited to a business dinner, after a long fashion week in Paris. It wasn’t even about business, just a chill night to everyone, with as many calories and alcohol as possible. Everyone could bring a date, so they could stay loyal to the formality, and of course, Louis brought Harry. Though one would think they had fun, a little, romantic date night, but it’s never that easy with them. They fought the entire day, about the morning coffee, the lunch choices, the outfits for the night, and so on. Louis was in a shit mood all day, and that made Harry frustrated as well. So, the dinner wasn’t a pleasant spending of time either, or at least the colleagues sitting next to them didn’t enjoy it that much.
The atmosphere only changed, when Zayn, one of the models called over to them.
“You guys should just go back to the hotel and have some time alone. Looks like y’all need it and honestly so do we,” he added, making some of the models chuckle, and Louis roll his eyes. But when he turned to look at Harry, she only gazed at the now empty plate in front of her, seemingly thinking on something. When she looked up and met Louis’ gaze, he saw a kind of passion burning in her green eyes, that was never there before. His body reacted right away, his pants tightening the slightest, as he thought about the things, she would do to him if they were alone right now.
They left early, after agreeing wordlessly that they indeed need a bit of time together. Everyone knew why they left, but they only patted their shoulders or winked at them while they rushed towards the doors. They were quiet on the way back to the hotel, ignoring the interested looks the chauffeur gave them. Harry jumped out of the car as soon as it came to a stop, rushing inside, while Louis paid for the ride. When he entered the hall, Harry was nowhere to be seen, so with a sigh, he went towards the elevators, thinking she must’ve gone up to their room already.
And here he is now. In the lift, listening to the quiet beep when he arrives to the fourth floor. He steps out, digging through his pockets, looking for the key card, but as he reaches the 128th door, he finds it ajar, so he just pushes it open, stepping inside. Harry is standing next to a chair, facing the king-sized bed at the other side of the room. She watches as he pushes the door shut with his leg, and walks up to her slowly, not sure what else she wants him to do.
“Take your clothes off,” is all she says, and Louis is all but lazy to do so. He slowly frees himself from the formal wear, and when he’s only in his boxers, Harry tuts, so he takes that down too.
“Sit,” she then says, and Louis is not quite sure when was the last time he sat down so quickly.
He places his ass on the chair in posh manners, and looks up at Harry, who is now standing in front of him. There are ropes in her hands, and as Louis realizes what she wants to do with it, his breath quickens a bit, and he’s sure his pupils are getting wider. Harry slowly walks around him, with a slow swing of her hips. She stops behind Louis, reaching out for the man’s arms to pull them back and tie them together, tight, but not too hurtful. It should only hurt if Louis would try to get out of the firm grip. Harry slowly walks back towards the door, and locks it, then she turns off the big lights as well, leaving only the small standing lamp shining at the corner. She then makes her way to Louis, walking so seductively Louis has to clench his jaw. He feels this simple sight go straight to his dick, and he almost drops his head back, as Harry reaches behind her back, to pull down the zip of her dress. But he can’t miss a second of this, it’s too precious, Harry is too beautiful. Harry pushes down the straps from her shoulders ever so softly, making it fall down to the floor with ease, and making Louis almost moan loudly at the sight. Because under the dress is a bright red lingerie, making her delicate waist look so fucking good, and her long legs even longer. Louis bites down on his bottom lip so hard he can taste blood. Harry smiles at that and adjusts her hair in the way she always does, when she’s nervous or if she wants to give Louis a heart attack. It’s probably the second option right now.
She steps closer, pushing Louis’ thighs apart with her knees. She doesn’t sit down on Louis’ lap though, instead she leans down and pokes her tongue out to lick Louis’ neck, making him shiver.
“You were a right dick today, you know that right?” she asks, voice deeper than Louis has probably ever heard. He sucks in the oxygen he forgot to do in the past few minutes, and nods, while Harry nibbles the sensitive skin right behind his ear.
“Yes.”
“And you know that I won’t let you get away with that so easily, right?” she murmurs into the soft skin, and Louis needs all his power to hold himself back from squirming and trying to get out of the rope’s grip.
“I figured,” he manages to say.
“Now... If you’ll behave, I will let you go before I get off, and you can do the rest. But if you won’t, I’m afraid you’ll have to watch the whole show, like this, without being able to even touch yourself. Have I made myself clear?”
Louis swallows.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Harry backs away, straightens up, and takes a few steps back, until she is sitting on the huge bed. She looks small, compared to the king-sized bed, and Louis would laugh at that if Harry wouldn’t start palming herself through the thong part of her lingerie set. Louis’ hands fist as he wishes he could touch Harry through the thin fabric. She seems to notice the change in Louis’ features, and she grabs herself harder, throwing her head back with a quiet sight. Louis grits his teeth, and even though it’s hard to watch he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight. It’s mesmerizingly torturing.
Harry lifts her head to look at him, and grins so mischievously, Louis wants to slap her. No, okay, fuck and then slap her. Or slap her while fucking her. He doesn’t care at this point. Harry’s hand moves under the fabric, pushing it down a bit, just so Louis can see her erection appear from under it. That’s when Louis twitches his hands, gasping at the sudden burning feeling that the withholding creates. Harry smiles wider at that, grabbing herself again, and stroking slowly, only moving her wrist. She lays back on one elbow, while working on herself with the other hand, separating her legs further apart, as much as the thong resting on her thighs lets her. She moans twitching her wrist and thrusts up the slightest bit. Louis whines, and yanks harder against the chair. His dick is throbbing against his stomach, and he’s not sure that he won’t come right at the sight of Harry wanking in front of him, making it look twice as good as it probably feels like.
And then Harry looks into Louis’ eyes from across the room and let’s go of herself just so she can take her fingers into her own mouth. Louis then realizes what she is about to do, and he cries out, not giving a fuck about his aching wrists while trying to move them. Harry sucks her fingers with such grace Louis has never seen her before. Probably because the sex they had had was mostly quick and rough, and they didn’t care that much of being sexier than what’s enough to turn them on. Or they made love and well, in times like those it would feel weird to watch the other suck their own fingers. Now though, Louis is more than turned on, and he feels a desire he hasn’t felt before. Or he just didn’t notice. As Harry pulls her fingers out of her mouth with a smacking sound, leaving saliva on her mouth, Louis lets out a moan. Oh, to feel those plush lips around his dick.
“Shh, we have neighbors. Behave!”
“Fuck off,” Louis groans, making Harry lift one eyebrow.
“Well, you just got plus five minutes of waiting, I was just about to praise you for being so good.”
Louis groans again, and watches in pain as Harry gets rid of the thong, dropping it somewhere on the floor, then her lean fingers finding their way to her pink muscles. She pushes her cheeks apart the tiniest bit, and starts massaging around her hole, sending Louis to madness.
“Harry,” he says warningly, but Harry doesn’t listen, she teases herself with a finger at the very entrance of her hole. Louis tries to get closer somehow, almost falling over, but Harry’s response is instant. She eases in a finger, and lets out the most beautiful moan, that sends Louis both in heaven and hell. He doesn’t know who he should thank for this, god or the devil. If he should even thank them, that is.
“Harry, let me go,” he says, voice hard, and Harry lifts her head at that again.
“Why would I- ahh,” she adds another finger, and Louis is ready to scream. Or cry.
“Love... You know I would do it so much better!” he tries.
Harry swallows, but Louis can’t see that, much to Harry’s relief. She keeps up the sight of being in control, but she’s desperate to feel Louis inside of her, be it his fingers, his dick or his tongue. She has to show Louis though, that he can’t do whatever he wants without consequences.
“You need to do more than this to break me.”
Louis sighs and looks deep into Harry’s eyes.
“Please,” he begs, and he doesn’t even try his best, but Harry reacts right away.
She throws her head back and moans again, working her fingers in and out harder and faster.
And oh.
Oh.
What do we have here? Louis thinks smiling to himself, knowing damn well he found a soft spot, and he will win with that.
“Begging won’t do anything- ahh. You haven’t- you need to do better,” Harry pants and Louis smiles at that.
“Please, let me go, I’m begging baby! Let me go,” Louis’ voice is just above a whisper as he pleads so sweetly, moaning a little halfway. He can feel that Harry wants to give in immediately.
“N-no. Fuck...” she mumbles, hand never stopping, as she pushes the third finger in.
“Baby, please! It hurts my wrists, oh god, please!”
Harry moans again, even louder, and Louis is practically ready to come, which would be a big thing considering he hasn’t even touched himself. But it looks like Harry has way bigger effect on him than he ever thought anyone could have.
“Harry. Haz. My princess, please!”
“Shit” she cusses, and shoots up in a second, almost running over to where Louis sits, crushing down to his lap. She leans in, their lips almost touching while she undoes the ropes, and as soon as Louis’ hands are free, he grabs Harry’s delicate waist and pulls her closer.
“Not so bossy anymore, are we?” Louis teases, smiling, but as Harry leans down to bite down on his neck, his mouth opens for a soundless moan.
“Shut up,” is all Harry says, and while she nibbles on Louis’ neck, he dips his head down to dribble some saliva on his dick, then he looks back up at Harry, and smiles sweetly.
“So, begging. That is your... How do you always say? Kink?”
Harry groans, dropping her head to Louis’ shoulder.
“It’s not a kink.”
“Sure.”
“Louis...”
“Shh. Look at me,” he says and cups Harry’s red cheeks as he lifts her head back up.
“Open your mouth,” he murmurs, voice low, gaze darkened. Harry’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t do anything else than raise one eyebrow. Louis rolls his eyes. “Please. Open your mouth for me, baby!”
Harry does as she’s told, and as soon as her lips part, Louis pushes his fingers inside, grabbing Harry’s waist harder. Harry sucks his fingers so erotically Louis’ cock twitches against his stomach. He literally fucks Harry’s mouth with his fingers, and he watches in awe as Harry’s eyes roll back in her head. After he decides his fingers are wet enough and spit dribbles down on Harry’s chin, he reaches under her, and eases one finger in right away. Harry moves her arse against Louis’ moving hand, and the way their bodies sync in only seconds takes Louis’ breath away.
It takes only a bit of time preparing Harry, because she has done the hard work already. He slips his fingers out and grabs her waist with both hands. Harry seems a bit out of control, so Louis helps her up just so he can line up his cock to her ass. With slow movements, Harry sinks down, taking all of him in one go, and when she sits on Louis’ lap again, she hooks her arms around his shoulders and looks him in the eyes. The don’t move, they just breathe evenly, staring into each other’s eyes. It’s so intimate, and it means so much more to Louis than a normal fuck with a lover. Harry means so much more. Then, before he gets too lost in his thoughts, Harry rolls her hips, and Louis is afraid that he grabs Harry too hard, and his nails will leave bruises on those pretty hips. Oh, those hips. And those long giraffe legs, hugging his waist tightly while riding Louis slowly but surely. He can’t help but moan, and fuck up, meeting Harry halfway. He must’ve hit Harry’s spot, because the girl loses it and picks up a much faster pace.
“You’re so, so beautiful,” Louis groans, and watches as sweat prickles on Harry’s bra-covered chest.
“You think?” Harry pants, trying to hold onto the man’s shoulders, so she can move harder against him.
“Fuck yeah, you’re the prettiest creature I have ever seen. The prettiest girl,” he moans the last two words.
“Lou!” Harry screams, more and more locks falling down from her bun, and Louis quickly pulls the rubber band out, letting all the curls fly freely. He grabs Harry’s hair hard, pulling it, making Harry drop her head back and moan messily towards the ceiling.
“You feel so good! Good god, baby, you are wonderful.”
They both moan and their hips collide even harder, Louis’ never thought was possible.
“Louis! Faster- agh, please just- bed. Go to- the bed,” Harry tries, but Louis understands right away and tries to stand with Harry. He doesn’t count with Harry’s weight though, and the fact that his legs are not so strong anymore after all this, so in three seconds they fall over, and both of them groan as elbows and knees hit the hardwood floor, the fall kicking breath out of their lungs. They look at each other, panting, and they start laughing, limbs stretching out as they try to catch their breaths.
“That hurt,” Harry whines, and Louis rolls towards her, crawling on top of her on the floor.
“Good. Now show me how much you like it if it hurts,” Louis whispers seductively into Harry’s ear, biting her earlobe, making Harry shiver.
“Go on then.”
“What’s the special word, love?” Louis teases while licking her ear and Harry sucks in the air through her gritted teeth.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, put your dick inside me, now.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Louis positions himself between those beautiful legs, and he’s inside of her in a second, not leaving Harry time to get used to the feeling. Harry jolts as Louis moves his hips hard and fast right away, making her a mess underneath himself. He bites Harry’s skin from her neck up to her sharp jawline and when he reaches her plush, lip gloss covered mouth, he bites her bottom lip. He grabs Harry’s breast with one hand, keeping himself upright with the other.
“Oh god. Louis-”
“Your tits, oh lord. I love your tits so fucking much. Let’s get this off,” he slides one hand under her to unclasp her bra, then he tears it off her chest, throwing the fabric somewhere in the dark room.
“Lou” Harry soon cries out warningly, and Louis knows that she’s close. He quickly grabs one leg, putting it on his shoulder, still grabbing Harry’s chest with the other hand, now rolling her nipple in between his tattooed fingers. He gets the right reaction, because Harry’s absolutely a moaning, swearing mess, and she can’t even move anymore as Louis fucks into her. Louis doesn’t mind doing all the work though, he likes watching Harry like this. All opened up, in every way possible, giving all of herself to Louis.
“Come baby. Come for me.”
“I’m not- I need to- Fuck!”
“Please, come beautiful! My pretty girl... Please, come for me!”
That’s the final sentence that makes Harry cry out and shoot hard against both of their stomachs. She’s shaking, her whole body weakens, her eyes fall shut as she tries to catch her breath. Louis fucks her through her climax, until Harry squirms and that’s when he pulls away. He stays on top of her though, planting kisses all over her beautiful face, adoring the way the lipstick is now spreading on her face, even on her jaw from Louis’ messy kisses.
“That was...”
“Wonderful? I always am, darling,” Louis smiles smugly, making Harry push him off of herself with a quiet laugh.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
“Oh, I will.”
Harry sighs, and then she’s the one hovering over Louis.
“You didn’t come.”
“I wanted you to have a good time baby, it was about you.”
“But I want you to come. For me,” she adds with a cheeky smile, using Louis’ own words against him. She moves down between Louis’ legs, dipping her head down to lick Louis’ length from base to top, while keeping up the eye contact. Louis reaches out, lacing his fingers into Harry’s hair again, but not with the purpose to guide her, only to steady himself, even though he’s laying down. And maybe to feel those pretty, soft curls around his fingers.
“I will suck you off now. And maybe eat you out,” she announces, but Louis shakes his head, whining.
“I won’t last that long. Especially if you use this voice over me.”
“What voice?” Harry asks challenging, and Louis has to bite back a moan. It would be pretty embarrassing moaning on a simple question.
“This. This voice. All... bossy. It drives me mad.”
Harry hums at that, paying more attention to Louis’ dick now than to Louis himself. She grabs his base, and licks his sensitive head, and Louis almost fucks up, but he holds himself back, because he’s afraid that Harry will stop if he won’t behave like she wants him to.
She gives a few wet kisses all over his length, licking and kissing for a few minutes, catching drops of precum dribbling down from his head. Then, she opens her round lips and slowly takes Louis into her mouth, sucking softly along the way. She picks up a slow pace and Louis must drop his head back, not being able to watch the obscene thing in front of him, afraid he’d come right then and there. The sight of her bobbing her head up and down, sucking so loudly and doing it the way she does... It’s all too much.
Harry works on him softly, trying to last Louis a bit longer, but as she gets quicker and lets him down on her throat multiple times, swallowing around him, Louis is all but lasting longer. Soon, he comes hard down on Harry’s throat, just when she moans, causing the soft vibrating of the back of her throat to push him over the edge. He fucks up once, trying not to be rough so he won’t choke the girl. He swears as Harry swallows every drop, sucking once more, then letting him out of her mouth, with a smacking sound she always does. She comes back up to face Louis and kisses him open mouthed, licking inside of his mouth. Louis can taste himself on Harry’s tongue, and that almost gets him hard again.
He loves when Harry sucks him off and then does this. It’s so intimate, he can’t hold himself from asking for more. Their tongues slide together until they can’t breathe and need to back away. They lay there quietly for long minutes, Harry resting her head on Louis’ chest as the man plays lazily with her curls. She pulls softly on his chest hair and Louis smiles at that.
“You love to do this, don’t ya?”
“Having sex with you? Yeah, but I thought you already figured that out.”
Louis laughs.
“No, silly, I meant like... Playing with my chest hair.”
“Oh, yeah, love that too. But I love your sinfully dirty mouth even more,” she says and lifts her head to plant a soft kiss on his mouth.
“Mhm, I noticed.”
“And now you ruined the moment! You should’ve said something you like about me too! Ugh, you’re so full of yourself,” Harry groans.
“You could be full of me too.”
“God, already?” Harry looks up at Louis in awe, as she feels Louis’ dick twitching again. She seems to forget her frustration in the matter of seconds, and to that Louis just smiles lazily. If he would have to say the things he likes, no, loves about Harry, it might’ve gotten them into and either uncomfortable or a very cheesy conversation. They can have that later, now, instead he pulls Harry down to kiss her on the lips roughly, hands tightening in the chocolate brow curls again, before turning them around, so he gets on top again. They were standing before a very long night that day...