Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of April. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Light Grey Joggers | Explicit | 1639 words

Omega Louis leaks a serious amount of slick while wearing a pair of light grey joggers during a friendly game of Football. He sits down awkwardly on the grass, face flushed with embarrassment. There’s no way he can walk home without the wet spot being noticed. Luckily, Alpha Harry comes to his rescue, offering his jacket to wrap around Louis’ waist and cover the wet patch. He then escorts Louis home to his empty flat, just to ensure he gets there safely. Of course, with Harry’s close proximity, Louis finds himself absolutely dripping by the time he gets home. So he invites Harry in for a fuck.

2) Hold Out The Palm Of Your Hand | General Audiences | 2115 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic but since it’s omega Louis we included it.

Where Louis is just out of his heat, and he accidentally lets another alpha scent in their apartment, and Harry gets pissed.

3) Cant Believe We Are Forever | Explicit | 2244 words

Harry plans a special date for Louis on their honeymoon which ends up in a lot of fun.

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of November. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) That Summer Feeling | Explicit | 2093 words

“It was still a lazy summer evening, the sun was still floating in the sky and the balcony window was letting in a warm breeze. Harry thumbed at Louis’ hipbone, easing his lips off Louis’ skin just to mumble “Turn over, darling.” Louis cracked a small smile, turning over slowly and revealing the back half of his naked body. Harry’s tongue felt too big for his mouth. He swallowed as he took in the sight. He’d never get tired of this.”

2) Like Sangria | Explicit | 4152 words

As he looked up to the ceiling he imagined what it would feel like to have this man all to himself, all night long. He wanted the man in his bed, spread out underneath him, his skin begging to be kissed by a little more than just the sun.

Harry let out a small chuckle at the thought because he hadn’t even wanted to come on this beach vacation in the first place - he had wanted to go sightseeing in New York City. However, Niall and Liam had outnumbered him and so two days ago they had all boarded a plane to Jamaica for a lads holiday celebrating Liam’s thirtieth birthday.

Digging his fingers into the man’s hips, Harry sent a silent prayer up to the heavens that he was currently not sightseeing in New York and was instead on his way to hooking up with the sexiest man he had ever encountered.

3) Bad Idea! | Explicit | 4247 words

“I’m gonna ruin you.” And words had never felt so real in his life. Harry was going to ruin him in every way and Louis knew it. He had memories scattered all throughout his brain of the pain and pleasure of being destroyed by Harry. The feeling of ecstasy he was currently experiencing outweighed how much it was going to hurt in the next morning when Harry vanished. He was melting under Harry’s touch and that was the only thing that mattered. He could feel Harry’s smooth and strong biceps under his hands as he arched his back against the car door, unsure if he was leaning into Harry’s lips or moving away from them.

Someone on Twitter asked me for this and since I suck, I’m posting it. This is for my fic Secret’s Safe With Me and it probably won’t make much sense unless you’ve read this snippet I already posted.

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis is feminine.

Happy reading!

1) Blue Velvet | Explicit | 3169 words

Louis is a pornstar and very talkative during sex and Harry kinda wrecks him.

2) I’ll Ride You (Like A Harley) | Explicit | 3517 words

Note: There is a second fic in this series, but it’s not BL.

Louis and Harry go to a club, too many people flirt with Louis and jealousy occurs. Harry decides that Louis is too pretty to get fucked in the toilets of a club and instead decides that Louis riding him on his Harley isn’t that bad of an idea. And Louis is always willing to please his Daddy.

3) Dazzle Me With Gold (And All Of Your Charms) | Explicit | 5904 words

Harry only accepts the bet to show Ed he can. Probably wasn’t one of his most intelligent decisions.

Upon request, here is a third part to our A/B/O rec list. All of these fics are omega Louis and alpha Harry, and all of them are of course bottom Louis. You can find part one to this rec list here and part two here. Happy reading!

1) Save You Tonight | Mature | 4841 words

Louis is a headstrong Omega in charge of his own life. But he’s more than grateful when an Alpha comes along when he needs it the most.

2) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

3) I’m Addicted To You | Explicit | 6167 words | Sequel

They don’t get to do what Louis wants until a couple of weeks later, after being knee-deep in work and trying to cover everything that has to do with the topic. They agree on everything Louis would like to experiment with, and Harry agrees mostly on everything. It’s not extreme per say, but not having to touch Louis during it, it feels a little too extreme for Harry nonetheless.

At first, he had complained about not wanting to do it because to him it felt that the most important thing of their sex life is when they get to touch each other and transmit each electric, thunder-like feeling they perceive in moments like that. Louis, on the other hand, had pouted, exclaiming that sometimes one had to step out of their comfort zone to experience new things. He had promised that in the first moment Harry would feel uncomfortable or lost in what they were doing he would immediately stop.

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of August. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Picture This (We Were Both Butt-Naked) | Mature | 881 words

The typical story where one is wanking, the other barges in and catches them then decides to join in on the fun.

2) One, Three, Four | Explicit | 1270 words

Note: There is no penetrative sex but since Louis fingers himself we included it in this monthly roundup.

Daddy is away and so the boys engage in some webcam sex.

3) Give Me Love | Explicit | 3191 words

When Louis and Harry have a quicky in the bathroom before the AMA’s. 2015 Louis/Harry

Title: Swallow The Knife Author: whoknows (AO3) | @crazyupsetter (Tumblr) Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 76k Summary: “You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.

”Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

You Have to Retreat to Advance (18k) by 2tiedships2

“What am I going to do, Perrie? I can’t go on this retreat by myself. My boss literally said he wants to meet my omega.” Harry paused. “Okay, not literally but he definitely expects me to be bringing him.”

“Don’t people go on these things by themselves?” Perrie asked.

Harry shrugged. “Of course but that’s not the point.”

“What’s the point?”

“My boss is expecting to meet my omega! I don’t have an omega!”

“Is this a paying gig?” Perrie asked.

“You mean paying an omega to spend the weekend with me? I’m sure the resort has nice amenities. Does that count?”

“I take that as a no,” Perrie said with an eye roll. “It’s okay, Louis might be willing to do it for free.”

“Who’s Louis?”

Or the one where Harry is expected to bring his longterm omega to the company’s mountain retreat. Since he hadn’t told anyone that they’d broken up months ago, he now has to find someone willing to play the part.

Additional tags: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Fake Relationships, Strangers to Lovers

Louis stands up, stripping down to his pants quickly. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t ask for permission before stepping into the bath, sinking down slowly, giving Harry enough time to spread his knees, give Louis space to settle down.

The water is still hot enough that he flinches at the first feel of it. He doesn’t stop to get used to it, squirming his way backwards, so they’re pressed together. Harry’s arm comes up to loop around his belly, casual and possessive, and everything about it feels right. As though this isn’t the first time they’ve done this.

“Looks like I was right,” Harry murmurs in his ear. Louis sinks into him, happy and warm. “It is better with you in it.”

Neither of them say anything about the way Louis’ briefs stick to his skin, the only thing preventing their bare skin from pressing together fully. If Louis had one more drink before coming back, he might have stripped all the way down before getting in.

“Everything’s better with me in it,” Louis says, letting his arms slip under the surface. The water level rises a little more, threatening to spill over the edge. They couldn’t have sex in here without getting water all over the floor.

“You know I’m not going to argue about that, baby,” Harry says, easy, and he’s the person Louis wants to leave a party early and come back home to. He’s been that person for so long Louis doesn’t even really remember what it was like not to want that.

They can’t have sex while Louis still has his pants on anyway. Not proper sex, anyway. Harry could slide his hand down, though, slip his fingers underneath the waistband until they can curl around Louis’ cock, grip him tight, touch him until he has Louis’ toes curling in the water. Mouth against the back of his neck, sucking a bruise in there. He’d like looking at it afterwards, Louis is pretty sure. Likes gripping Louis’ wrists and pressing him into walls too much not to want to see his marks all over Louis’ body.

“How was your book?” Louis asks, tipping his head back to rest against Harry’s shoulder. He can feel the shape of Harry’s cock against his arse, unashamed and familiar.

Harry shrugs, shoulder moving against Louis’ cheek. “Gave up after a few pages. Couldn’t concentrate on it so I decided to watch some telly instead.”

“You didn’t watch American Ninja Warrior without me, did you?” Louis demands. He can’t really see Harry’s expression from this angle to know whether he has or not.

It’s so warm in here. Louis feels like he’s melting, but in the best possible way. He doesn’t even really mind that he’s still got his pants on. It feels similar to having swim shorts on in a hot tub. Just less bubbly.

“No,” Harry says with a little bit of a sigh, like maybe he had thought about it before realizing what Louis would have done to him if he had.

The warmth on Louis’ skin sinks into his chest, holding still there. He shifts, pushing his toes against the end of the tub so he can press himself back against Harry’s body more firmly. If he was a little braver, he would turn around so he’s sitting in Harry’s lap properly and kiss him. That’s where this is going. Where Louis wants it to go, anyway.

Harry slides his hand up Louis’ chest until it’s resting over his heart. If it wasn’t for the feel of his cock slowly thickening underneath Louis’ arse, he might think Harry was no more affected than normal. “What are you doing?” Harry asks slowly, quietly. There’s something heavy in the question, something expectant.

Louis shifts again, pulling his knees up out of the water so he’s sitting more or less sideways on Harry’s lap, rubbing his cheek against Harry’s chest. There’s a lot of answers to that question. Some are more honest than others. He’s the one who made the first move, though, and his heart is beating twice its normal rate in his chest. When it comes down to it – when it really comes down to it, Louis has always thought that it’d be Harry who actually gets them there. Louis isn’t the brave one out of the two of them.

“Loving you,” Louis murmurs, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the vanity. He actually feels Harry’s breath catch, the way he goes still for at least thirty seconds before his chest expands, breathing again.

Neither of them move. Underneath him, Harry’s cock has gone fully hard. Louis sucks his lower lip into his mouth and thinks about taking his pants off so he can really feel it.

“Do you?” Harry asks eventually. “Love me?”

Disbelieving, Louis pulls back to look at him. Their wet skin slides together in the process, sending frissons of pleasure up his spine. “Are you fucking with me?” he demands. Sometimes Harry does that, usually when he knows it’s going to get a rise out of him at an inopportune moment.

Harry breathes out slowly, hands coming up to frame Louis’ face. He’s got a look on his face like he wants to do something more than that. “How much have you had to drink?”

It wouldn’t have made a difference if Louis had drank an entire bottle of vodka. There’s no amount of alcohol that could change the way he feels about Harry. Now that Harry says it, though, Louis does feel drunker than he thought he was. His head is swimming a little, pleasantly so. Not drunk, definitely not drunk, but tipsy. Enough that he didn’t think through the decision to take off most of his clothes and get in the tub with Harry.

“More than you,” Louis says, putting his head back on Harry’s chest. The water is cooling down around them. If they’re going to stay in much longer they’ll need to turn the hot tap back on. “Doesn’t change anything.”

Harry has to know that’s true. His cock is still responding like it thinks it’s true. Louis wiggles a little, just to make sure it stays interested.

“Okay,” Harry says. He puts his hands back around Louis’ waist, effectively stilling him. It doesn’t matter, though – his cock stays hard underneath Louis’ arse, and Louis hadn’t even noticed his own cock getting hard, but he is.

Neither of them say anything else. Louis closes his eyes, safe and warm curled up in Harry’s lap, knowing that Harry will take care of him. It should feel different, the way he said it this time, but it really doesn’t. He’s probably been saying it like that for the last ten years anyway. It’s not like Harry hasn’t heard it like that, hasn’t read between the lines. Harry’s always known, just like Louis has.

One piece of clothing. That’s all that’s preventing them from being naked together right now. Louis loses a few minutes daydreaming about it, the slippery slide of their skin together, the way they could heat up this water without having to turn the tap back on.

Eventually, though, the water does turn cold. Louis exhales slowly, pressing his face into Harry’s chest harder. “S’cold in here.”

It feels like Harry may have been thinking about them being naked together too. He’s still hard, nice and thick against Louis’ thigh, and if he wanted to have sex right now Louis would probably say yes.

“Yeah,” Harry says, rubbing at Louis’ back with one wet hand. “I’m getting all pruny. You wanna get out?”

Only if he still gets to sit in Harry’s lap. Louis clenches his teeth around the comment, nodding slowly. He waits until Harry’s hands fall off him before he pushes himself up, using Harry’s outstretched hand to steady himself. Once he’s out of the bathtub, he stands there, dripping on the floor, until Harry wraps a towel around him. It’s big and fluffy, warm, and Louis turns his face into Harry’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “For always taking care of me.”

If he was a little bit more sober, he probably wouldn’t have said it. At least, not right now, mostly naked and dripping wet, trying not to give in to the temptation to look down and take a glance at Harry’s cock. It’s the reason Harry is still here, though. He’s never been able to walk away when he thinks Louis needs him.

Harry pulls him in a little tighter, his cheek pressed to the top of Louis’ head. The way he breathes out is a little uneven. “You’re making me real fucking emotional tonight, baby,” he whispers. Louis can’t help his laughter, rubbing his face against Harry’s wet chest.

“C’mon, put me to bed,” Louis says. It’s the only thing he can say that won’t give away every thought in his head.

“Yeah,” Harry says, stroking his hands idly across Louis’ back and shoulders. “Yeah.”

Please bear with me on my limited knowledge of piracy.

burnt & tied up by tilthesundies

rating: explicit

wordcount: 6,327

summary:

Come to the show tonight, Harry told him. Begged him. Pleaded with him.

The door bounces against the wall as Harry slams his way into his dressing room. Pieces of drywall flake down to the floor slowly. Harry heaves out an irritated sigh and kicks the door closed behind him. He needs a drink. It’s not a good idea, drinking while he’s working, but at this point it’s hardly like it fucking matters anyway. His body is betraying him regardless of whether he’s got a bit of alcohol in his system or not.

The scene is just so uninspired, is the thing. It’s boring. It’s boring, and Harry’s cock is reacting like it’s boring. His co-stars are attractive enough, but the scene itself is so overdone that he hasn’t been able to muster up enough interest to even make his pre-sex acting passable. And it’s porn, for fuck’s sake, the bar isn’t very high when it comes to acting.

A few years ago, he didn’t think he’d ever be in a position where a threesome becomes run-of-the-mill for him. But really – the girl just being there as a precursor to his character figuring out that he really wants to fuck guys? Really? How many times can this be done?

Harry grabs the bottle of whiskey on the counter and sets about pouring himself a generous glass. At least if he ends up getting actual whiskey dick it’ll be a better excuse than I don’t know, my cock just isn’t into this.

The door opens behind him before Harry can take his first drink. He can’t stop his shoulders from tensing, even though he knows who it is before they even open their goddamn mouth.

“The make-up girls are whispering about what an epic tantrum that was,” Louis comments. Harry ignores him, lifting the glass to his lips and draining the entire thing in two swallows. He sets it back down on the counter and goes to re-fill it.

Louis stops him before it gets more than a third of the way full, pulling the bottle out of his grasp and setting it down, further away this time. Harry eyes it, thinking about grabbing it again. He’s stronger than Louis, he could just take it from him if Louis tried to stop him a second time.

“The good news is that watching a grown man throw a hissy fit is actually a turn on for Becca,” Louis continues. “She said that the way you broke the chair made her wet. Wants to find a way to incorporate it into the scene.”

Instead, Harry goes to drink what’s made its way into the glass, figuring that some is better than none. He doesn’t really care what made Becca wet, and if that makes him a bad co-star he doesn’t have it in him to care about that right now either.

Louis puts his hand over Harry’s on the glass, pulling it to his own mouth instead, looking up at Harry from underneath his eyelashes as he takes a long, slow sip. It’s a calculated move, one that’s meant to turn him on, because Louis is actually good at his job, even though he doesn’t do it the way he’s supposed to.

“Good for her,” Harry says. He pushes the glass into Louis’ chest once he’s finished taking his mouthful, striding over to the couch so he can collapse onto it. He’s not in the mood to deal with Louis’ usual tactics right now, frustration coiled tight in his chest. They might have to wrap for the day, start fresh tomorrow. It’s not ideal, but Harry honestly doesn’t think he can make it another two hours without breaking pretty much everything.

“You’re in a mood today,” Louis observes, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. “You want to tell me what’s actually going on or should I start guessing?”

What Harry wants is another drink and then to go home, watch some shitty reality telly for a while before passing out in his own bed. Maybe have some ice cream if he’s still got any.

“You can go home for the day,” Harry says. He’s still dressed in his scene clothes, uncomfortably starch from being brand new, straight off the rack, and he can’t wait to get out of them. “I’m not going to be needing you.”

Louis lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed. He’s so goddamn attractive that it really isn’t fair, effortless about it. “Really? What’re you going to do, get one of the girls in here to suck you off? That’s really going to interfere with the big hotshot image you’ve got going on.”

There’s a bruise peeking out from the collar of his t-shirt, sitting up high on his shoulder. Harry’s intimately acquainted with that bruise, can remember putting it there just yesterday.

“It’s none of your business,” Harry snaps, tearing his gaze away from it, wishing that he had have made Louis give him back the bottle when he had the chance. Getting up to get it now would mean showing a lot more weakness than he wants to right now. “Go home.”

“She said that it made her want to call you daddy and beg you to fuck her,” Louis continues, pushing him up from the counter and making his way to Harry, progress slow and deliberate, more of a sway to his hips than there normally is. “Tried to tell her that wasn’t the way to get you off, but no one wants to hear from the fluffer.” He shrugs, shirt slipping farther down his shoulder, baring more of the bruise. It’s Harry’s shirt, that’s why it’s so big on him. Harry’s actual shirt, the one he came to work today in.

“And you think you do know what’ll get me off?” Harry demands.

Louis stops just in front of him, looking at him for a second before he slides into Harry’s lap, fluid and graceful. “I do know what gets you off,” he says, slipping his arms around Harry’s neck, pressing his knees to Harry’s sides. “And it’s not being called daddy by some girl you only met today.”

Harry’s got his hands on Louis’ hips before he realizes what he’s doing, pulling him down so his arse is flush against Harry’s thighs. “So what it is, then, if you’re so sure about yourself?”

Louis bends his head, kissing Harry instead of answering. It’s unexpected enough that Harry kisses back without thinking about it, the taste of mint and coffee on Louis’ tongue. He gets distracted by it, by Louis in his lap, kissing him without even making Harry work for it.

The kiss doesn’t last nearly as long as Harry would like before Louis is breaking it, pulling back with a hand on Harry’s chest to prevent him from following. “You like having to put some effort in,” Louis says, twisting his hips just hard enough to have Harry’s breath catching in his throat. “You like it when someone mouths off at you. You like being told no for so long that by the time you get a yes you’re rough about it. You like when I finally let you take control because you know that you’ve earned it.”

Harry’s cock throbs, just once. He’s still got his hands on Louis’ hips, so he squeezes them, hard enough to leave an indent. “And what do you like?”

Slowly, Louis slithers off his lap, until he’s on the floor between Harry’s spread knees. “You know what I like,” he murmurs, bending his head to lay an open-mouthed kiss to Harry’s cock, over his jeans.

Heat burns in Harry’s core. He’s hard now, somehow, fully hard and trapped behind a layer of cotton and denim. He fists a hand in Louis’ hair, pulling his head up before he can do it again, lips wet and parted. “Do I?”

Louis looks up at him from down on his knees, hands on Harry’s thighs, throat working as he swallows, not protesting the firm grip Harry has on his hair. “Do you really think I’d still be here if you didn’t?”

Harry’s never thought about it. He’s never stopped to wonder why Louis is still with him, four years later, when it wasn’t the job he wanted in the first place.

Maybe he should have.

His bewilderment must be showing on his face. Louis ducks back down, hair slipping through Harry’s suddenly loosened fingers, mouthing at Harry’s cock through his jeans. It’s all firm, wet pressure, going straight to Harry’s head. Both of his heads.

He can count on one hand the number of times Louis has actually gone down on him. Four. It’s four times. Despite his job description, Louis doesn’t actually do this. Has barely ever deigned to put his mouth on Harry’s cock.