Sweet_but_vicious
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into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
01 Sep 2019
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Harry wants this year to be different - wants it to be the year that he finally gets over this stupid crush. He’s going to uni, he needs to decide what he wants to do with his life.
Instead, he’s deciding what he wants to do to Louis Tomlinson.
Or: Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.
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If they were the sort of couple who could do things half-way, who could accept that two months without each other meant two months of having other people throw themselves at them relentlessly while being utterly depraved of physical intimacy, and that maybe, just maybe, one might have a little slip-up with some meaningless model, perhaps it’d be easier. But then, if they were that sort of couple, that would mean being able to accept the mere thought of someone else touching Louis without wanting to rip his own guts out and Harry knows himself, at this point, so— so, no. No, they’re not that sort of couple; they’re the sort that scream at each other all of last night because Harry spent two seconds chatting to the nice, polite girl at the beer-stand. They’re the sort that are too fucking stubborn not to have gotten over it by the morning, or by evening, or even by now, that Harry’s just come off stage and needs that warm little body to hug him back down to earth.
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harry comes off stage at iheart 2017 and really needs a bit of physical affection
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You're not gonna show this to anyone, are you? by ifiwasabluebird
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
14 Jun 2026
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Louis: tall is nice, it usually comes with… other proportional assets
Harry’s cock gave a traitorous twitch against his thigh. The bluntness of it, the clinical yet deeply suggestive phrasing, sent a flush of heat across his skin. He swallowed heavily, his mouth dry.
Harry: I’ve never had any complaints about the proportions.
The typing bubble appeared and vanished several times, as if Louis was savoring the response, crafting his reply with deliberate care.
Louis: When you’re hard, where does the tip hit? Your navel? Higher?
Harry’s eyes dropped from the screen to his own body. Tentatively, he brought his hand to his waist, his fingers brushing his navel, then tracing an imaginary line upward. The mental image, combined with Louis’s cold, technical phrasing, was devastatingly arousing.
You: Higher.
He sent the single word, feeling exposed.
Louis: That’s nice, babe. Lots for me to play with then? D’you think it will fit?
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Louis goes to Glastonbury festival every year, and this year, his famous ex Harry Styles is headlining. Louis is pissed off, hard in the middle of a fucking field, and somehow ends up in Harry’s tent.
And then inside him.