you put the O in disOrder ➢ (l.s)

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He bites his smile back and blushes intensely as we walk hand in hand to my car.

Oh god, he really does hate my car.

He's never flat out said that, but it's obvious, with the way he squirms around in it.

We both buckle in and I try to drive as carefully as possible for his sake, because he's whimpering under his breath a little.

"I'm s-sorry," He says and gets flustered, nervously giggling as he taps his fingers on the arm rest.

He's so adorable.

Does he know?

"You're adorable." I say out loud, but it sounds like a thought that was meant to stay in my head.

He blushes further and smiles, and I want him to just relax and have an orgasm in my car.

Just let it out.

But is that my sick mind talking?

"I'm not anywhere n-near-" He tries to say, but we hit a bump, that I "wasn't paying attention to."

Okay... Maybe I hit it on purpose.

Sue me.

"L-Louis, take another... Another road..." He says and swallows but he's slacking for some reason, laying back in his seat and covering his face in his hands.

Does he want this to happen?

"Okay." I reply simply, and yes.

I do take a smoother road.

But I speed up.

I speed up so high that even I can feel the car vibrating heavily.

I watch his face between glances, and he arches his back slightly off the chair, removing his hands and placing one on the window sill, the other on the arm rest.

He looks over at me, and he knows I'm doing it on purpose so I feel a rush of guilt and slow down significantly.

"N-No, please." He whispers, shaking as his legs part slightly.

"Faster, go faster." He breathes out, now holding onto my arm and digging his nails into the flesh.

Who the fuck am I to say no?

I speed up twice as fast down the long road and his thighs tense as I see his little tummy contract.

Glances aren't fucking enough, I wan't to see him without looking at the road.

But I can't, and I'll have to take what I've got.

Because what I've got, is so so good.

He whimpers loudly, his back arching only a little, but what really drives me nuts is that I realize he's whimpering my name.

My boner could not get any harder at this point, honestly.

He comes when his body shudders a little and his tight skinny jeans have a wet spot in the front.

It's a lot of wetness, really, and he tries to catch his breath as the car slows down.

He looks so small, and scared, and mostly, he looks like he really regrets what just happened.

He swallows thickly and with rosy cheeks he unzips his sweater, putting it over the damp spot on his pants.

"I-... Can I go home?" He asks a few minutes later and I bite my lip gently, looking over at him.

It's not like I can deny him that, but I pull over and park on the side of the road anyway.

He looks at me like I'm crazy but all I do is turn to him with a small frown.

"I don't mind... you know." I say, and he turns away, fiddling with his fingers awkwardly.

"I just wanna go home..." He says in a quiet voice and I feel my chest ache.

"Please... Harry, I don't want you to leave." I beg him, and the neediness in my voice is evident.

I don't care.

I'll beg.

For Harry... I'd do a lot of ridiculous things.

"Please, Harry, it was my fault, I shouldn't of-"

"Louis. Take me home. Please." He interjects, and dear lord, I feel like such an asshole. He's almost in tears. Again.

My sick mind had to be fed, and it led up to this.

Perfect.

I give a nod. "Right... Okay." I say and swallow, turning the car on again.

This time, I actually drive carefully, but Harry won't even look at me.

I reach to hold his hand, and thankfully, he gives it a small squeeze in reassurance.

Maybe he's more mad at himself than he is at me, but that still doesn't settle the pain in my heart.

I'd rather him yell at me, than him yell at himself.

When I finally get into his drive way, a whole silent ten minutes later, he turns to me, but won't meet my eyes.

"Thanks." He mutters and he almost gets out until I pull his arm back gently.

He looks back and I smile at him. "Can I have a kiss?" I ask sweetly, and he tries to force back a smile in return.

He nods and I aim for his lips, but he gives me a cheek peck instead.

Harry doesn't look back as he gets out, and enters through his front door, but I sit in his drive way for a moment, heaving a sigh.

I have a feeling I'll need a wank when I get home, considering my cock is harder than asphalt.

Nice.

Wait... Oh god did Harry see that?

Shit. Oh shit.

He think's I'm some kind of freak now. Awesome.

But maybe I am?

Ugh.

I curse my sick ways as I drive home, and that night I end up thinking about Harry the whole time.

His whimpers of my name are on full volume, and on constant repeat in my head, and I'm pretty sure I end up with the best self-made orgasm a guy can get in the end.

I curse my sick ways for a second time that day, and fall asleep with even more sick dreams of Harry's disorder.

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This was really long, I think.

Sorry!

Hope you guys liked it<3

Louis is a freak... yes or yes? ;)

Much love,

Amber

(Harry's POV next!)