Louis

"Where to next?"

"Harry, don't you think it's enough now? You already spent enough money on me-"

"No, Louis, I told you I want to spoil you today so that's exactly what I'm gonna do", he interrupts me, shaking his head and leading me out of a store I can't even remember the name of. Paul, his bodyguard, follows us discretly, holding some of my bags, even though I protested. ("Paul, could you take these?" - "No, I can carry them myself, it's fi-" - "I can take them, no problem." - "Really, I don't-" - "Louis, shut up." - "Rude." That's how it was settled.)

"Fine", I sigh, leading Harry into the Adidas store across the street. The paparazzi and fans trying to get pictures of us I pretend to not notice.
"How do you do this every time you go out?", I huff, leaning my head on Harry's shoulder while we look through some racks of clothes in the back. "I mean, they follow every step you take, they take pictures of every little thing you do. Hell, they for sure are taking pics of us right now!"

Harry just shrugs. "I'm kind of used to it by now. I mean, I have paps following me around since I was 19, so I guess I don't really remember how it is to, like, not be noticed and asked for a photo every 10 metres."

I just hum, noticing how he doesn't really enjoy talking about that subject - I mean, who would?

"I'm gonna try these shirts on, see how they look on me. Wanna come?", I ask, looking up at Harry through my lashes, wiggling my brows. He swallows, licking his lips, then nodding and practically hauling me to the dressing rooms. I just giggle, tangling our fingers together.

To our luck, there are nearly no people in the shop, so we get into a dressing room in the far back. Harry closes the curtain and before I have time to hang the shirts on the hooks, I am already pressed to the cool material of the mirror. Soft lips press themselves against my neck, sucking softly at the skin. At the same time, I feel Harry's growing bulge rubbing on my thigh, his hands gripping my waist tightly.

"Don't even need to try them on. Know you're gonna look perfect either way", he mumbles while still nibbling at the skin of my throat, careful to only leave bruises in places that I can cover up with my jacket.

Slowly, I lift my hands to press against Harry's chest, trying to get him off me. "H, step back."
"Why?" He whines, but listens and takes a step back, stopping to touch me.

I just shoot him a wink, then I turn us around, pressing him to the mirror and sinking to my knees in front of him. "Wanna suck you off, daddy."

As an answer, I get a satisfied groan and a hand sneaking its way into my hair, messing it up. Good thing I have a beanie with me, then.

"Fuck, yes. Wanna fuck your mouth, baby, can I do that?"
I pretend to think about it while unfastening his belt and jeans, then playing with the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Maybe."

"What kind of answer is that?" Harry groans above me, but I just shoot him a wink, then get to work.
Without further teasing, I shove his boxers down his thighs, making his erect cock slap against his sweatshirt.

Licking my lips, I caress his heavy balls, then bend forward to press a soft kiss to his tip. As a reward, I get a low moan from Harry.
I continue to pepper his dick with little kisses, never letting my lips linger for more than a split second, waiting for it to grow to full hardness.

"Hmm, quit teasing, baby", the curly haired man groans, which leads to me grinning cheekily up at him, stopping my movements right next to the tip of his now fully hard member so my lips make contact with it when I utter the next words: "Yes, daddy."

Throwing his head back, Harry buries both his hands in my hair when I finally take his cock fully in my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around it, sucking on the pulsing length.

"Fuck, Louis, just- just like that, oh-yes..."

I build up a steady rhythm, sucking his dick and paying special attention to his leaking tip while fondling his balls in my hands, sucking them into my mouth from time to time.

"So-so fucking good, Louis, oh my god. Gonna make me cum in no time, fuck", Harry curses again, letting a proud feeling errupt in my tummy.

Then, I break away, catching his eyes looking down at me. His right hand grabs at my jaw, caressing it with his thumb softly stroking my flushed cheek. "Fucking lovely. Wish I could take a picture from this view and frame it, hang it in my bedroom."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head, then deciding to change the subject so that we can hurry this up a little bit. Poor Paul is probably standing in the middle of the Adidas store with all my shopping bags, looking like a lost puppy.

"You wanna fuck my mouth now, daddy?"

Instead of giving me a verbal answer, Harry curses and next thing I know, there is a pulsing cock being shoved into my mouth and a hand at the backside of my head, holding it in place. All I can do is placing my hands on Harry's thighs and relaxing my throat muscles. I still have to fight back the reflex to gag and my throat restricts a few times around his girth, but judging by the number of curses Harry lets out, it only turns him on more.

Soon enough, there are tear tracks down my cheeks which I am sure are flushed a crimson red and Harry's movements begin to get erratic. I feel that he gets closer and closer to the edge, so I play just a little bit more with my tongue and suck as best as I can, and soon enough, the man above me lets out another string of curse words and I feel his pulsing member twitch one last time before he shoots ribbons of white cum down my throat.

With my eyes closed, I suckle on his cock for a few more seconds to make sure there is no cum left, then I lean back and swallow, my eyes now open and fixed on the pair of dark green eyes staring at me from above.

"Fuck, that was really good. Thanks, baby." His voice is raspy, just as mine probably is, but there is a smile on his face and I couldn't be happier.
"No problem, daddy. Love sucking your cock." I then lean up, pressing our mouths together. He licks my lips, asking for entrance which I give him, opening my mouth wide, letting him taste himself on my tongue. Harry hums happily, squeezing my bum in appreciation, which leads to me letting out a giggle against his lips, breaking free from the kiss.

"Let's get dressed, Paul's probably worried we ran off or something", I say, making Harry nod with a chuckle.

We get into our clothes, trying to make us seem not completely fucked out, but it is pretty clear what we just did. I put on the beanie, hiding the messed up hair and straighten out my jeans jacket.

"Now I didn't even get to try the clothes on", I playfully complain, picking the long forgotten, crinkly shirts from where they lie on the floor.

"Like I said, you'll look perfect in them. We'll just buy them all."

"No, Haz, we are definitely not-"

"Shut up, Louis."

"Rude."

A nice little smut chapter to start off the new year! And thank you for 80k, we're getting closer and closer to 100,000 reads 😍