This is the first smut I've published :| Sorry in advance

Word Count: 2223

Edited

Summary: Louis walks in on Harry wanking. What he doesn't know, is that Harry knew Louis was watching.

Warnings: Bottom!Harry, daddy kink, masturbation, riding, Top!Louis, light fluff

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Louis

"Damn it," I muttered, "where the hell did I put that shoe?"

I stomped around mine and Harry's apartment, looking for my other shoe. I was going to go on a jog before the sun came up, so I could hopefully avoid the paparazzi and fans.

I love them, but sometimes I want to feel normal. And with a bunch of screaming twelve year old girls and men with camera's fallowing me around, I don't feel normal at all.

"It's gotta be around here somewhere."

I walked down the hallway, but stopped when I heard a grunt coming from Harry's room.

Is he okay?

I walked over to his door, and pressed my ear to it.

I heard him grunt again, followed by a whimper. Maybe he's hurt.

I turned the knob quietly, and pushed the door open a crack noiselessly.

When I peeked my head in, I nearly gasped out loud. Harry was wanking.

Oh my god, he's wanking!

I should just shut the door and pretend that I never saw anything, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop watching him.

He was sitting on his bed, naked. His body was glistening with sweat, small beads rolling down his muscles. His head was thrown back in pleasure, sucking and gnawing harshly on his bottom lip, trying to keep quiet, as he panted heavily. His brown curls were bouncing in time with him, as he bounced and ground his hips down on a big purple dildo.

I watched in fascination as the dildo disappeared in Harry. Every time Harry sunk down, the dildo would vanish.

Harry's cock was swinging up and down, slapping against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from his red and swollen tip. He was holding himself up with his hands, that were behind him, his legs folded beneath him.

I couldn't help but get hard watching him.

It was almost painful.

So I rubbed my groin against the door frame, biting down on my hand to keep quiet.

Harry's legs started shaking, trembling as he moaned out loud, letting go of his swollen lip. His mouth was hanging open, as he silently moaned.

Cum sprayed out of his tip, landing on his chest and bed in hot threads, and I groaned under my breath.

Harry collapsed on the bed, and I quickly shut the door silently.

I ran back to the living room, coincidentally finding my shoe poking out from under the couch.

And after putting my shoe on, I left.

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"Good morning, Louis." Harry greeted me when I got back.

"Hey, Harry, what are you making?" I asked him.

He was standing at the kitchen counter, cooking something on the stove.

"Scrambled eggs. You want some?" He asked me, smiling up at me with his big green eyes.

Memories of earlier this morning flooded my mind, and I blushed, "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Haz," I smiled.

He grinned in reply.

I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, gulping it down and kicking off my shoes, as I headed to the living room to wait for my food.

Harry

After Louis left, I didn't know what to think.

My mate, my band mate, had just watched me at my most intimate time.

I had known he was there the whole time, I watched him peek his head in, and I watched him hump the door frame, and I heard him groan when I came.

But I didn't do anything about it.

If anything, I put on a show for him.

I don't know why, but I really wanted him to watch me.

It was so much more arousing to me, maybe I'm an exhibitionist. That was my best orgasm I've had in months.

Should I do something about it?

I plate the eggs I made for Lou and I, and peak my head into the living room, to see Louis sitting on the couch, his eyes shut.

So I quietly walk across the room to him.

I sit on his lap.

"Huh?" Louis says, startled. He looks at me confused, "Harry? What are you doing?"

I don't answer. Instead, I grind my hips down against him.

He groans, and his hands reach up to hold my hips.

"W-What are you doing, Haz?" He asked unsure.

I smirked, and linked my arms around the back of his neck, grinding down again as he guided my hips with his hands.

"I knew you were there," I whisper.

His face goes red and his eyes go wide, "What? W-What are you ta-talking about?" He stuttered.

I ground down harder, nibbling at his ear.

"This morning. I know you watched me ride that dildo." I growled.

Louis moaned, "I-I don't remember doing that."

"Are you sure, daddy?"

Louis growled loudly, and flipped us so that I was underneath him, "Say that again."

"Daddy," I repeated, my voice coming out as a moan.

Louis smacked his lips against mine, grinding his hips down as I met him in the middle.

I moaned as he snaked his hand down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up before pushing his hand into my pants.

But then he stopped, and I looked at him confused.

"Is this okay?" He panted.

I nodded frantically, and moaned loudly as he wrapped his hand around my length.

"Feels good?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Words, baby," He said sternly, squeezing my cock in his hand.

"Feels so good daddy." I moaned, writhing in pleasure underneath him.

"You're so good for daddy," He took his hand out again, and I whimpered at the loss.

"Relax, love," He said, before sitting down on my groin to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head quickly, before he tossed it to the ground and helped me pull my own shirt off.

"Let's get rid of these, yeah, love?" He said, pulling my joggers down my legs, slipping them off along with my boxers and discarding them on the floor near our shirts.

I groaned at the cold air hitting my, now bare, cock, so I reached my hand down to rub it, but Louis pulled my hand away.

"No touching baby," he lent down, kissing my lips softly as he worked on getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

We moved our lips together softly, and passionately. But he pulled away too soon.

He stuck his fingers in front of my mouth, "Suck, baby."

I enveloped his first finger into my mouth, sucking on it, before adding his two other fingers, lapping at them until there was spit dribbling out of my mouth.

All the while, Louis was looking at me with lust, his beautiful blue eyes darker and his pupils dilated.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and grabbed the back of my thigh, pulling it up against my stomach, then grabbing the other and doing the same. I held them in place.

He started teasing around my hole, "Ready, baby?" He asked me, looking into my eyes.

I nodded, "Ready, daddy."

He slowly pushed two of his fingers past the rim of my hole, and I groaned at the pleasure. I was already pretty lose from this morning, so it didn't take long for him to prep me.

He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me, going knuckle deep, before adding his third finger, my spit acting as a lubricant.

My back arched as he began scissoring me, and I shut my eyes as the pleasure intensified.

He pulled his fingers out, and I looked up at him and watched as he wiped his fingers on the side of the couch. His other hand was busy slowly pumping his cock, and I watched him hungrily.

"Are you clean, baby?" He asked me.

I looked back up at him, and my eyes widened slightly, "Yes, I am definitely clean."

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, noticing my sudden nervousness, "If you don't want to continue, we can stop now, yeah?"

I shook my head, "I want to continue, but," I stopped talking, embarrassed as my cheeks glowed red.

"What's wrong Harry?" Louis' voice was soft, gentle, as he traced the side of my face with his finger.

"I'm-I-I'm," I stuttered, "I'm a virgin."

I whispered the last part, covering my face with my hands in shame.

"Hey," Louis said, removing my hands and holding them, "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. If I'm being totally honest, I have only ever had sex with one other person before. So I'm pretty knew to this, too. We can stop if you want to. We don't have to continue."

He brushed my hair out of my face, as we stared into each other's eyes.

"I want to continue." I whispered.

"Are you sure, baby?" Louis asked lovingly.

I nodded firmly, "Yes, I'm sure."

"I'll go slow," Louis said, rubbing his hands down my sides.

He lined himself up with my hole, and looked back into my eyes, "Can I?"

I nodded, "Please." 

He pushed the tip in, and I groaned. It stung just a little bit, but it felt so good.

He looked up at me, and I nodded again, so he pushed himself halfway in slowly.

I moaned quietly, grabbing onto his shoulders and bringing him down to me, kissing his lips.

His hands tightened on my hips, and he pushed in all the way, his balls resting against my skin.

I moaned into the kiss, at the same time he groaned.

He pulled away,"Can I move?" he asked, his lips dragging against mine as he spoke.

"Yes, please."

He pulled out, so that his tip was barely in me anymore, and pushed back in, quicker than the pace he had been going before.

I moaned loudly, and dug my nails into his back.

He pulled out again, and pushed in quicker.

Soon, he was slamming in and out of me, snapping his hips forward.

I was in complete ecstasy.

I dragged my nails down his back, wrapping my legs around his hips, and pushed down to meet his thrusts.

The new angle had me writhing underneath him, as he hit my prostate dead on each time he thrusted into me.

"Daddy," I choked out.

"You're so good baby. Doing so good for me," he grunted, moaning loudly.

I was choking on my moans, whimpering loudly as I scraped my nails down his sides, throwing my head back in pleasure.

I opened my eyes to meet his gaze, moaning as I stared at him.

He was beautiful, and so damn hot.

His face was all flushed, his hair sweaty. His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them, and his pupils were huge. His breath was coming out in short pants, beads of sweat rolling down his body.

I looked down his chest and torso as I smoothed my hands down his muscles, moist with sweat.

I looked down to see were we met so intimately. I watched as he sunk into me, and pulled back out, before slamming back into me, as I moaned and whimpered and groaned.

I noticed just how hard I was, my cock bouncing and leaking pre-cum.

"Daddy, touch me please." I pleaded.

"Of course, love."

He moved his right hand from my hip to my cock, pumping it quickly.

I was drowning in the pleasure, my brain couldn't even keep up.

I started sucking on his neck, but would be interrupted by my moans.

"M' so close," I groaned.

"Me too, kitten."

I noticed his thrusts becoming sloppier and heavier, and could feel the swirling in my stomach as I neared my high.

"C-Can I please cum, daddy?" I moaned.

"Of course, love, come with me. So good for daddy, so good," he whimpered.

He came deep inside of me, shooting his load heavily, hitting my prostate.

The pleasure of that, and his hand working my cock, was what pushed me to the edge, as I came over my chest, so hard some of it hit my chin.

His hand worked me through my orgasm, and his thrusts slowed to a stop as he got over his own.

When he stopped working his hand, he let my cock go, and it fell to my stomach in a pool of cum.

He collapsed on top of me, and I held him tightly, as we breathed heavily.

After a moment, I unwrapped my legs from him, and let them fall to the sides of his body, where they rested on the couch.

I started rubbing my hands over the scratches I gave him, trying to sooth them in case they stung.

"You okay, love? How was that?" Louis asked after a second, his breathing back to normal as he propped himself up on his arms, caging my head.

I smiled up at him, and leaned up to kiss him, "It was perfect. Thank you, Louis," I whispered.

"You're welcome, Harry. I'm glad I was your first," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"Really?" I asked him, blushing involuntarily.

"Really," he nodded.

"I'm glad you were, too."