Possessive - Part 1/2
Prompt: Possessive/Jealous Louis. Oh, and can you make it fluffy?
Pairing: Larry Stylinson.
Louis looked over to where Harry was laying, head in Niall’s lap. Louis knew there was nothing going on between Harry and Niall, but he couldn’t help but feel an uneasy feeling creeping up on him, and maybe a bit of jealousy was a part of it too.
It had happened a lot these past few days actually; Louis feeling jealous and possessive over Harry. He’d tried not to show it too much, he didn’t want to smother harry, but lately it’d gotten worse. Right now he wanted to go over and drag Harry away from Niall and show him who he belonged to, but he had enough self-control to not do anything. And, there would be questions if he did actually drag Harry away. The other boys didn’t know about them. They had decided it was best to keep it a secret for now.
It wasn’t until Niall nuzzled his head into Harry’s neck that Louis snapped. He shot up from the chair he was sitting in and strode towards Harry and Niall with persistent steps and stopped right in front of Niall and Harry. It took Harry a few seconds to realise someone was looming over him, and a look of shock crossed his face as he looked up into Louis angry eyes.
“Louis?” Harry asked confused, pushing Niall away and standing up. “What’s wrong?” he asked again, putting a hand on Louis’ cheeks, Louis eyes flashed.
“What’s wrong?” Louis growled. “Do you seriously not see it?”
Niall, who was still sitting on the couch, had gotten very uncomfortable; so he stood up and motioned to Harry that he was leaving to find the other guys.
“See what?” Harry asked as Niall closed the door after himself.
Louis crossed his arms, and studied Harry’s confused look. “You don’t realise what you do to me, do you?” Harry shook his head.
“No.”
Louis groaned and sat himself down on the couch. “I hate seeing you with Niall.”
“What?!” Harry spluttered.
Louis looked up. “Well, not only Niall. I hate seeing you get cosy with other guys in general. Do you know how it feels?” Louis leaned back on the couch and dropped his head on the back of the couch with a sigh.
Harry chuckled. “You’re saying you’re jealous, Boo?”
Louis raised an eyebrow. “No, I’m just saying I want to take you away and do dirty things to you when another guy touches you, to show you who you belong to.”
“Really now?” Harry said, his voice going lower, getting a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. He lowered himself down on Louis lap, settling his legs at either side of Louis, making Louis look up at him in surprise. “And what kind of dirty things would that be Mr. Tomlinson?”
Louis eyes darkened, and he surged up and caught Harry’s lips with his own, both letting out a groan with the harshness of their lips crashing together. But neither cared, and Harry slipped his arms around Louis’ neck, lifting himself up and angled his head for better access.
Louis’ hand tucked itself into Harry’s hair, pulling on a few strands making Harry hiss with mixed pain and pleasure. Louis slipped his tongue out and trailed it along Harry’s lower lip before Harry let him inside, tongues finding each other. Tasting and exploring.
Louis felt arousal stirring in the pit of his stomach. He found Harry’s hip and dipped his hand underneath the t-shirt Harry was wearing, and pulled it off, Harry whimpering at the loss of contact. When the shirt was off Harry latched himself onto Louis again, but this time on his neck. Trailing hot kisses down his jaw and neckline, before finding Louis sweet spot just underneath his ear, where he began nibbling and sucking; making Louis a whimpering mess underneath him.
When Harry was pleased enough with his work he looked up into Louis eyes and dragged his hands down Louis front until he reached the end of his shirt, dragging it up over Louis head and throwing it somewhere behind the couch.
“I love you baby, and I’m all yours” Harry mumbled against Louis moth, hot puffs of air hitting Louis lips, making him shiver.
“I love you, too” Louis murmured before surging up again to capture Harry’s lips, resuming to what they were doing before.
Harry ground his hips down, and Louis let out a gasp. Harry did it once more, this time a little harder and Louis couldn’t hold in the moan that threatened to come out. “Harry,” he gasped.
“Guys?” a voice sounded from the doorway, and Harry and Louis froze.