a/n: who's ready for me to make spelling mistakes during smut?? woop woop 😏 enjoy the 9.4 gif (bc ifykyk)

Harry's POV:

I finish the final song in my set - Girl Crush - and polite applause fills the cafe.

"Thank you," I say quietly into the mic before hopping off the stool and putting my guitar away. I'm bucking the final clasp when a pair of familiar and warm arms hug me around the waist from behind.

Louis keeps holding me there in a hug, resting his chin on my shoulder. I eventually turn around to give him a proper hug and kiss before picking up my sticker-covered guitar case with one hand and taking Louis's hand in the other.

"Haz, you sounded wonderful!" Louis gushes and I blush as we walk off the stage to meet Jen and say goodbye.

"Thank you, Bean," I grin and squeeze his hand a little tighter.

Jen's got a coat on since it's much colder outside now that we're near winter. Louis slips on a jacket and we all head out into the parking lot together.

"Will you be back soon?" Jen asks.

"Hopefully. I really enjoy being up there. I guess it all depends on how busy I am with my job and with Louis,"

"Oh, well, in that case, I hope to see you back as soon as you can make it! In the meantime..." Jen glances over at Louis and I see his cheeks redden, "I'm sure Louis will surely keep you preoccupied."

I can't help but giggle as Louis buries his head into my shoulder to hide the embarrassment.

"I told Kylie I'd meet her for lunch after my shift, so I should be going. It was wonderful to see you both!"

"Bye, Jen!" I give her a little wave.

Louis, on the other hand, is much less inclined to give her a nice farewell. "You better not do anything funny with that picture, Jen, or I'll come for you,"

She leans out of her car to respond, and I can't help but laugh at Louis's expense. "Don't come for me, come for your boyfriend," She smirks before quickly closing her car door and leaving the parking lot. A red-faced Louis just curses her out and flips her off as she drives away.

"For someone so bold in bed, you don't seem to be comfortable when Jen mentions sex," I joke as we get in my car.

Louis immediately buckles his seatbelt and I remember back to the story he told me (about being told as a kid if he didn't buckle up right away that the 'spring-loaded seats' would simply eject him from the car) when I first met him.

Louis must've thought the same thing because he looks over at me with a grin on his face. "This reminds me of the first time we met. Liam and Zayn ditched me when I went to go talk to you after your gig. And when you, being the angel you are, offered me a ride home and said I could have a ride anytime I needed one,"

"Yeah!" I smile at the memory, remembering how I 'accidentally' made a wrong turn just so I could have more time to talk to Louis. "And then I gave you my phone number and couldn't stop thinking about you ever since,"

"I have a question,"

"Give it to me," I prompt as we go down the road that leads to my house.

"Even though we're boyfriends now, does the offer of a ride still stand?" Louis looks me in the eye before his own quickly flick down to my trousers and back up again.

" 'Suppose so. Technically I said I would be here to offer one whenever you needed it," I bite my lip in attempts to hide a smirk, but to no avail.

"Well, are you free in..." He pretends to check the time on his invisible watch, "Five minutes?"

I hum in response, quickly warming up to the idea. Ever since Louis won the bet, he's topped. But with that being said, I would love to take control and finally be the one to fuck him into oblivion.

Being the slightly (very) horny and eager boyfriends we are, we're back home in no time. Both of us have clearly got the same thing in mind because when we get upstairs we walk straight past our bedroom, going into the playroom instead.

I saunter right past Louis and towards the bed, putting on an innocent face. "Why are we in here, again?"

Louis smirks and walks right up to me, our faces inches apart. "I need a ride, Pony Boy. Should I just take my business elsewhere or-"

I smash my lips against his, my hands instinctively wrapping around his back as I fall onto the bed with him. His hard-on is unmissable through his black skinnies and I grind against it, earning a low groan from Louis.

"I'll give you the ride of your life," I promise, breaking the kiss. He groans in return and I roll him onto his back long enough to strip him of his jumper and my Hard Rock Cafe shirt that he's got on.

He tugs at my belt and keeps it wrapped around one of his hands as he rids me of my jacket and shirt as well. I reach for his skinnies and pull them down along with his boxers in a few tugs, and kick off mine shortly after.

With the belt still in his hands, he looks his arms around my neck, connecting us in another kiss as he flips us over. My back is pressed against the bed and he pries my hands away from his neck.

"Did you really think I was going to let you top, baby boy?" He smirks at me and skillfully ties my hands to the bed frame with my own belt.

"Mhm," I hum as look him up and down, licking my lips instinctively upon first glance.

He leans into my ear, his hot breath fanning out and giving me goosebumps. "Keep dreaming, love, but just not tonight. Tonight I'm gonna have you dreaming of how I ride it,"

I buck up my hips in anticipation, the leather belt digging into my wrists as I tug against it. Louis presses his lips against mine as he leans over to the table next to the bed where he knows I've got condoms and lube at the ready.

"Lou," I groan as he goes to tear open the condom, " 'm clean."

He drops his determined face to look at me with a different kind of admiration, the kind that makes the butterflies in my tummy erupt. "You mean you got tested and you're all good?"

I nod and grin. Louis told me a few days ago that he got tested recently and he's clean as well. The next day after work I went in and my results just came back, telling me I'm free of any STDs or health concerns.

His expression quickly turns into one of lust and hunger as he tosses the condom aside. He doesn't hesitate to pop open the lube and lather a copious amount onto my boner. I groan at the feeling of his hands on me, squirming for more.

It only encourages Louis to tease me even more, taking his sweet time as he sucks hickeys all around my neck, collarbones, and chest while his hands roam as they please.

"Untie me, Lou," I plead, pulling on the makeshift restraints wrapped around my wrists.

He hums in content. "Not yet. Wanna ride you first,"

I moan as he lines himself up and sinks down slowly, stopping twice to properly adjust.

"Shit, Lou, you're so fucking tight," My breathing is fast-paced as he reaches my base, pausing to just sit there and watch me struggle under him.

His fingers run up my chest and one of his hands wrap around my neck, choking me as he leans into my face. "I want to hear you moan for me, baby boy. Scream."

And with that, he releases my neck and puts his hands on my hips, hoisting himself almost all the way up before slamming down on me. I don't even have time to think before loud and low moans slip out of both of our mouths.

The pressure is immense, and he's the tightest and best I've ever had (I've got to assume it's because he always tops, but I'm by no means complaining). I groan and continue to tug against the belt as he goes up and down, quickening his pace as he carries on.

Louis presses his hands flat against my stomach as he bounces, and my back arches up and off the bed.

"Fuck, daddy, harder," I groan as my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at the feeling.

He slams down on me and he throws his head back, moaning profanities, and I know I just hit his prostate. I buck up and he takes the hint, repeating the motion time and time again. I can feel him start to shake and struggle to hold himself up and I try to free my wrists, but the leather holds them back.

"Shit, Lou, undo the belt," My voice is wavering and cut off with a groan.

He nods, some of his hair sticking to his forehead as he pauses at my base to untie me. When my wrists are finally free I throw the belt on the floor and grab his hips, my fingers digging into his sides.

"You know I love you, right?" I ask and he nods, short of words as he hangs his head in apparent exhaustion.

"Good, because I'm going to fuck you like I hate you," I flip us around once more, shoving Louis down hard against the mattress.

Louis grips the sheets beneath us, the veins in his arms becoming more prominent when I pull out to my tip and slam back into him.

"FUCK," His moans are like music to my ears, and he's nearly ruined at this point. Clearly, he's not very used to being fucked himself, which only encourages me to quicken my pace and force.

The bed frame bangs loudly into the wall with each thrust, but Louis' moans drown it all out. I adjust my angle and shove back into him, hitting his prostate with tremendous force.

My curls are all over the place as I try to keep my thrusts steady inside of him, but they naturally get sloppier as I reach my climax. Louis's legs are trembling beneath me and I use one of my hands to pump his dick as he squirms and bucks under me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He groans before he comes on both of our stomachs, moaning as I thrust hard through his orgasm.

I reach my own seconds later, releasing inside of Louis as I throw my head back in bliss. I give him one or two more soft thrusts before pulling out, weirdly satisfied and content at the sight of my own come leaking out of Louis.

"Fuck, Haz, you feel so good," Louis sighs as I lay down next to him on the bed, both of us exhausted and short of breath.

"I can do it more often if you'd like," I offer with a giddy smile plastered on my face.

"Once in a while," He rolls over to give me a kiss, "But a big part of me still loves fucking you 'till you can't walk."

"Well, a big part of me likes being on the receiving end of that," I tell him honestly.

Since we've started dating, I cannot count the number of times that I've gone into work with a slight hobble in my walk. Anna's asked me what's the matter a few different times and I make up excuses like 'I had a hard workout' or 'I hurt my leg'.

But after a while, I think both of us knew the reason why I winced every time I sat down in a chair. Plus, I don't think my love-bite covered neck paired with me forgetting to wear a turtleneck into work helped me keep it a secret.

"Speaking of, we should probably get washed up," Louis points out. He motioning down at our sweat and cum covered bodies, lingering evidence of our rather satisfying exchange moments ago.

"Louis, babe, fancy a shower with me?"

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sorry it took so long to post a new chapter (school got in the way) but YAYAYA HERE YOU GO BABIES :3

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