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Louis was hanging out at Lexie's house, waiting for Liam and Zayn to show up.

"Well, well, well," Louis said as Liam walked through the door with Zayn behind him, holding his hand. "Look who it is. The greatest fuckboy that ever lived."

"Nice to see you too Louis." Liam glared at him as if trying to warn him to not be a jerk. Pointless effort really.

"Hi Zayn. Welcome to the fam, did you bring me any Zumiez coupons?" The boy stared at him for a moment, not sure if he was serious or not before laughing lightly.

"Maybe next time."

"I'll love you forever."

"Back off Lou, he's mine," Liam said. Zayn kissed Liam's cheek and whispered in his ear, making his eyes go wide.

Louis caught something about "You're the one who's mine." Well damn. Guess Liam's wish for top Zayn came true. He heard a strangled squeak and looked over at Lexie, who currently had her hands clasped in front of her and was trying not to get excited about how cute they were being.

"Get it together Lexie," he whispered playfully.

"Hi, Zayn! I'm Lexie I don't know if he told me about you."

"Hey Lexie, yeah of course you're Liam's cousin."

"Yep and I keep these wild ones in line."

"It's true, without her we'd be in jail right now," Louis said. Liam nodded appreciatively.

"Can we play Mario Kart!?" Lexie almost yelled, very excited to have four people for it. "We can team up!" She took out the controllers and stuff before they even answered.

"I call Zayn," Louis said just to be a little shit.

"Louis I'm going to ruin your quiff." Liam reached a hand out to Louis' side swept fringe that he took the time to style today.

"I'm joking, I'm joking."

They ended up with Lexie and Louis together, aka team Lelo, and Liam and Zayn paired up, aka team Ziam. Lexie finally couldn't contain her squeals of delight anymore when the word 'Ziam' was spoken.

"Oh my gosh! Sorry, I'm being weird, you guys are just the cutest couple." The two smiled and started giving each other short kisses on the lips.

"Lexie what have you done," Louis said dryly.

"Created magic," she replied simply.

Liam randomly mentioned at one point that he was 'trying to get his time down actually' and finish the race faster, causing Louis to laugh so hard he ended up lying on his side on the carpet almost in tears.

"He's not an endurance man!" He managed to get out, abandoning the race.

"I'd say that's far from accurate," Zayn said quietly and Lexie was squeaking as they lost.

Louis sat up. "Moving on then. Zayn did the summer line of Toms arrive yet?"

"Next week," he told him. "You sure are keen for shopping."

"It's true I'm a fashion whore." Louis shrugged. "I love to look good."

Lexie patted Louis on the shoulder. "We all love it as well. I believe there was something you wanted to tell Zayn?" She finished with a devious smile.

"Ah yes, thanks for the reminder. How could I forget to roast Liam for his new love to hear?" Liam's eyes widened and he shook his head no as Zayn turned to face Louis curiously.

"Do you have stories about my innocent baby?" Louis laughed loudly.

"Ha! Innocent. You should know Liam isn't a perfect princess, Zayn. He got kicked out of Burger King once."

"Louis you little shit!"

"I wanna hear this actually," Zayn said, a small smirk on his face.

Louis ignored Liam, as he often did. "Okay, so Liam, Lexie and I went to Burger King once at like eleven o'clock at night or something. Lexie drove us because me and Liam were wasted. When we ordered our food Liam wanted McDonald's pancakes and insisted they had them in the freezer. So I got two burgers and told him to shut up and eat it. Somehow we ended up having a food fight and I yelled 'have it your way fuckboy!' Lexie told us to all find chill. That's when Liam dove head first into the ball pit while yelling 'have it my way!' and he made quite the mess. So we got kicked out and couldn't come back for a month. Lexie smuggled us fries sometimes. The end." Zayn was laughing so hard his eyes were squinted up and Liam was scowling at a victorious Louis and Lexie, his arms crossed.

"Someday Louis, someday."

"Come at me bro, swing first!" Louis tackled him literally out of Zayn's arms.

"Sorry," Lexie said, since Zayn looked pretty surprised that Louis had just wrestled his boyfriend away.

"Okay, okay I give!" Liam yelled since Louis was just being deadweight on his back and lightly slapping his face. That was really his only effective maneuver against people as big as Liam. Louis was small, but resourceful. Louis got up.

"Okay I've sufficiently embarrassed Liam I think we can move on from that now. I feel good about how it turned out don't you Lexie?"

"I do Louis, I really do." Then she hastily added, "Just don't sink my ship. I'm gonna make food."

Louis definitely did not want to stick around since Zayn was quietly saying things to Liam again as he rested his hand on Liam's knee, making him laugh quietly and blush. Dirty bastards.

"I'll help you." Louis got the hell out of there and joined her, texting Mr. Styles that he was eating dinner before he came back.

"No offense Lou, but I'm better off without your help."

"Fine then. Did you know Ashley comes back on Friday?"

"Oh really? Damn, was hoping she'd be expelled."

"Yeah, kinda same. Apparently if she fucks around again she will be. No matter how close to graduation."

"I hope we never have to see that thirsty hoe again after... wait when do we graduate? Mid June sometime, um."

"June 12th," Louis replied.

"That sounds right."

"I checked yesterday yeah. I really don't want to send all those fucking applications and essays back in," he complained. She gasped loudly.

"Louis! You should have sent that in already what are you waiting for? I thought you were planning on applying for a soccer scholarship out of state?"

"I don't know what I want," he admitted. "I thought I did, but not anymore I guess."

"Is it because of... well you know?"

"Mainly I forgot. I lost track of time." She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Don't bullshit me, I know you better than you know yourself."

"Alright fine, that too. I just don't know where I stand ugh. The end of school is pretty much a month away, and he hasn't mentioned it once." She smiled sympathetically and rubbed his arm.

"Aw it's okay Lou, why don't you just bring it up yourself then? Think about it, would he be risking his job and possibly his career to be with you if he didn't care? Wouldn't he just find someone his own age?" Louis worried over her words for a moment.

"I'll think about it."

"You better send that stuff out." She pointed at him, "I'm not messing around boy."

"Maybe he can help me with it. I should just bring that stack of mail over and be like – please," Zayn and Liam entered the kitchen and Louis immediately stopped talking. Their lips were darker and hair a little messed up. Liam cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt.

"We actually have to get going," Liam told them.

"Mmhm," Louis said, amused. "Well it was nice to see you again Zayn! Later Liam."

"Bye, Zayn! I love you- um your jacket by the way."

Zayn smiled. "Thanks. Bye guys." The door shut behind them and Louis laughed at her.

"You were about to say 'I love you' weren't you! You're officially a crazed fangirl."

"Oh be quiet. You know you love him too. He seems nice."

"And horny. They probably left so they could go home and get off."

"Stop oh my god." She finished making food and they hung out awhile longer until almost six pm.

"Oh shit, I should go."

"I'm so larry as fuck too."

"You ship everything gay."

"Maybe... hey wait! Did you ever find out if Niall is single or not?" She asked, doubting that he remembered.

"Er, I forgot."

"Ugh, damn you Louis. Please, I'm dying here!"

"Alright I'll find a way. See you tomorrow."

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"Harry, hi! Come in." Ed gestured him inside. "Did you bring the drawing you have?"

"Yes, I did." He smiled and handed over the butterfly that Louis had drawn for him.

Ed looked it over, nodding his head. "I think this can work. I like it, did a friend make it for you?"

"Someone close to me," Harry answered with a little smile.

"Well have a seat please." Harry took off his shirt and made himself comfortable while he waited for Ed to begin. He didn't even wince when he felt the first scraping touch of ink, the pain of tattoos didn't bother him much.

"So how's Niall doing? Has he settled down yet?" Ed laughed lightly.

"No, he has his eye on someone apparently, but he says the timing isn't right yet."

Ed shook his head. "He's been pining away for months now I think. He won't tell me who the mystery girl is by the way," he said mischievously.

"Unfortunately I couldn't tell you. He won't say."

A few hours later Ed finished up for now, it was going to be a fairly large tattoo so he'd come back again for him to complete it. Harry looked it over in the mirror.

"That's coming out nicely. Appreciate it, Ed."

"I'm glad you like it! Give me a call and we'll set up another appointment."

"Will do. Take care."

-

L&H

When Louis got back to Mr. Styles' house, it was a little before six and he wondered what he could do while he waited. He remembered that he had never finished that oneshot he started this morning and he couldn't just leave Tyler hanging like that now could he?

"Ugh." His phone was dead. He looked around for his charger and plugged his phone in. When he spied Mr. Styles' laptop on the counter, he decided to just use that instead. His daddy had mentioned before that he could use it whenever he'd like.

He was lying on his stomach on the couch, the laptop open in front of him as he read about Tyler crying while Josh asked who his daddy was.

"Louis," Mr. Styles spoke behind him making him snap the laptop shut and scramble up. "Are you reading porn?" The man had the biggest smirk on his face as his eyes raked over Louis' body once. No, Louis wasn't hard. He wasn't reading it to get off (this time) he just had to know if Josh could actually make Tyler come dry, untouched with a vibrator.

"Uh," Louis' cheeks were blazing as he tried to explain himself. "Yes, daddy I am."

The last thing Louis expected was for Mr. Styles to simply sit down with him and pull him in close. No 'punishment'?

"What's it about?" Holy shit, did he want to read it with him? Louis was embarrassed to have been caught (he really needed to get better at being sneaky). But, it didn't take him long to decide that yes, he wanted to read BDSM smut with his daddy.

"Um, well. Why don't you see for yourself?" Louis said boldly.

"Trying to seduce me Louis?" Yeah, well, Louis thought. Looks like it's working. Mr. Styles looked like he wanted to bend Louis over the couch right now and fuck him hard.

"Maybe, daddy," he whispered shyly.

"I'm very curious now." So Louis opened it back up, snuggled in and they read hardcore smut. Unlike every other activity they had tried to do together and failed to finish because they ended up having sex.

"Hmm, your 'OTP' should have known."

"Yep, Josh is Tyler's daddy."

Turned out, Josh really could make Tyler come dry. Louis was chewing on his bottom lip, concentrating as he finished reading. His daddy was already watching him lustfully, thinking about everything he wanted to do to him right now.

Louis glanced up at him when he was done. "That was fucking hot."

"Watch your mouth." And then he added, "is that what you want me to do to you?"

"Jesus no, I don't want to come dry that sounded so painful... oh my god don't ever do that."

"I would never do something you don't want to Louis you should know that."

"Sorry daddy. That's just really extreme."

"Coming from the boy who asked to be edged." Louis wouldn't be forgetting about that experience anytime soon.

"Daddy can I tell you something?" Louis asked, kind of nervous. But, it was always worth asking his daddy for things.

"What's that Louis?" He smiled down at him encouragingly.

"Um, sometimes I like it when." He stopped talking and got a soft kiss on the lips. "Okay, when I get off - um, used to I liked to be um... overstimulated," he mumbled. Mr. Styles pulled him onto his lap to straddle him, hands going down to grab his ass. Well, that was a good reaction.

"Want me to make you come twice in a row? Show you how good it can feel?" He leaned in and sucked at Louis' neck, licking over the red skin from the love bite he had made recently. Louis gasped at the feeling, grinding down into his lap against his growing erection.

"Yes daddy please, I can handle it," he said breathlessly, and he stopped moving, holding on tightly when the man stood up, keeping a firm grasp on him and taking him upstairs. He tossed him gently on the bed.

"Strip." Mr. Styles took off his own clothes too as he searched for something. He got on the bed with Louis who wasn't even touching himself, his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be tempted.

"Hm, being a good boy Louis." He bit his lip at the praise, eyes falling on the pink vibrator that Mr. Styles was holding, along with a bottle of lube.

"Daddy," he gasped in shock and lust. He didn't even know he had that, let alone ever seen one. Mr. Styles smirked at him as he dropped the objects on the end of the bed, crawling up to turn Louis over on his stomach and position a pillow underneath his hips. Louis' back was arched, his curves accentuated while his daddy covered three of his fingers in lube. He was going to need all three for sure, because in Louis' opinion, it was thick and long and going to fill him up perfectly.

Mr. Styles rubbed his fingers around his rim, leaving some lube there before he started fingering him and Louis moaned, being good to stay still and take it like he was expected to. His daddy peppered kisses across the back of his thighs, slowly making his way up his body, getting him to relax enough for him to add a second finger.

He started to scissor him open and Louis moaned louder, getting impatient to feel something new that he had been learning about all day.

"Do you want a third?" Mr. Styles asked quietly, listening to the boy's moans, his pretty, pink lips parted. His high, delicate voice was so fucking hot to the man, he swore he could probably come if he watched Louis be pleasured for long enough.

"Yes, daddy," Louis whined, wriggling around a bit from the stretch as he added a third finger, stroking his walls until he found the small bundle of nerves and prodded it. Louis cried out.

"Oh, daddy, right there, ahh." He spanked Louis once.

"Want me to touch you there, Louis?" He repeatedly thrust his fingers into the same spot.

"Please more!" He begged him. The man withdrew his fingers and Louis turned to look back at him, ready to beg again to be filled up. He closed his mouth and watched anxiously though when he saw what he was doing.

Mr. Styles was coating the toy generously in lube. When he was done he noticed Louis watching.

"I'm going to make you come just from this, then I'm gonna fuck you until you come again."

"D-daddy," Louis stuttered in surprise.

"Would you like that Louis? Want to see what it feels like?"

"Please daddy I want it, I can take it!"

"Tell me if you need a break or anything," he said firmly.

"Yes, daddy," Louis answered. Mr. Styles ran his hand right down the middle of Louis' ass before squeezing and spreading him out. Louis panted quietly waiting to feel something inside him. He gasped when the somewhat cold, silicone tip touched his rim. The man circled it around first, and Louis moaned, pressing back to take it inside him.

"Be patient Louis," he scolded him, giving him a swift spank that made Louis squeak.

"I'm sorry daddy, just please – don't tease me!" The thick toy was pushing inside his tight entrance and he moaned, his small body shuddering while his daddy slowly twisted it inside of him.

"Oh god, please more, more!" He begged, pushing back on it. The man's fingers tightened around his hip, keeping him from rutting back again.

He inched it in, stopping frequently to stroke the back of Louis' thighs, his curves and try to keep him relaxed. Louis was whimpering, his face scrunched up, and Mr. Styles smirked, because he hadn't even turned it on yet.

"Ready Louis?" He nodded, hair already getting sweaty as he arched his back, wanting it.

"Yes, daddy," he whined quietly. There was a tiny click of a switch and Louis screamed loudly.

"Oh fuck! Fucking christ – daddy, daddy." He buried his face in the mattress, crying out as the constant vibrations had Louis writhing in his hold.

"Don't do that, let me hear you scream. Show me how good it feels to get fucked like this." He heard rustling as the man moved closer, gently tapping his shoulder. Louis obediently turned his face to the side, breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed. "Do you want more Louis?"

The boy whined, trying to push back against it again as he slowly thrust the toy deeply in and out of him. "Please, daddy." Immediately it was vibrating harder inside him and Louis screamed desperately.

"I need to come, I need to come," he rushed out, clenching over and over around it.

"Come for me Louis. Come just from this." The words pushed him right over and he was crying out while he came on his stomach, his toes curling from the strong orgasm. The vibrations stopped when he turned off and carefully removed the toy, and it was silent for a moment except for the sounds of Louis trying to catch his breath.

Mr. Styles grabbed his waist and flipped him on his back, tossing the pillows on the floor out of the way. Louis' eyes were wide when he saw how hard his daddy was for him, already having leaked precum.

He knocked Louis' legs open, lining up quickly and pushing into him, already opened up and ready.

Louis shivered, very sensitive and feeling slight discomfort from the overstimulation. His daddy was leaning down, giving him a rough kiss as he fucked him hard, wanting to see Louis' face while he came a second time, from him this time. Louis made noises high in his throat, all the discomfort was gone, it didn't hurt at all and he just wanted to come right now.

Tears pricked at his eyes when his daddy moved to whisper in his ear, "Do you want to come again Louis? Like being fucked when you've already made yourself messy?" Louis cried out.

"Oh daddy, fuck I want to!"

"You can come again, baby." Louis' eyebrows were scrunched together and his mouth was hanging open in a silent moan as he came for the second time, his daddy giving a couple more thrusts before he filled him up. Louis whined quietly as he pulled out of him, the boy felt positively fucked out. He huffed out little breaths while Mr. Styles cleaned him up.

"How was that Louis? Better than reading about it?" He teased him. Louis laughed weakly.

"Yes daddy... I knew it would be." They smiled at each other for a moment and Louis blushed under his gaze. Mr. Styles got up to put on some clothes and Louis groaned because he didn't have anything clean up here.

"Daddy I don't have something to wear up here." He was tossed a black tee shirt and some boxers.

"You can wear this." Louis doubted it would fit and sure enough, he was practically swimming in the tee shirt that covered half his thighs. When Mr. Styles wasn't looking, Louis rolled the elastic top of the boxers once because they kept slipping. Louis was curvy, but he was also very petite and much shorter than his daddy. He hopped back in bed and Mr. Styles was cuddling him, nuzzling his face into his exposed shoulder and wrapping his arm around him.

"You look good in my clothes," he murmured.

"Thanks daddy," Louis whispered, smiling happily. Louis was so worn out that he fell asleep quickly, fitting inside the man's arms as if he was made just for him.