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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Sexswap, Genderswap, girlband
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-26 Words: 2131
****** tabletop games ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Sex+genderswap. One Direction are, once again, a girl band. As for
     Harry, that doesn't change anything.
Harry is leaning forward, elbows on the table, looking far too innocent
considering the fact that this is Harry. Louis has her doubts about Harry being
innocent, ever.

"What are you up to?" she asks, suspicious. It's early morning. Louis just came
down from her shower, sweatpants and baggy shirt, and the kitchen is there for
food. So Louis came here to get food. There is no food anywhere near Harry at
the moment. There is, however, a suspicious lack of clothes. Or rather, Harry's
wearing clothes, but they're not covering very much skin.

"I was just hanging out here," Harry says breezily, leaning forward a little
bit further. Louis' eyes slide down, and down, and down her neckline. Harry has
a pretty great décolleté going on. Her breasts are full and perky and Louis can
pretty much see down to her navel when she's bending over like this. "And then
I thought, you know what," Harry continues. "You know what I'm gonna do?"

"What?" Louis asks, distracted. She wonders if Harry would protests if she
offered to go bra shopping with her. Louis is great at bra shopping, and Harry
doesn't seem to be owning any bras.

"I was thinking, I'm gonna let the first person who comes into the kitchen fuck
me into oblivion."

"All right," Louis says, and then, "Wait, what?"

Harry sucks her lower lip into her mouth. "Lucky you."

Louis' mouth falls open. "Jesus, you're such a slut," she finally manages, and
she's aware it actually sounds more like a compliment when she says it in that
tone, but then, she is suitably impressed. And a little bit jealous. But
mostly, she realizes as she walks around the table, she finds the whole thing
hilarious. "Even Liam?" she asks, giggle in her throat.

Harry, apparently very pleased with the effect her breasts had on Louis'
attention span, turns around and hitches her butt up against the table. Her
skirt, already barely covering anything at all, sneaks up her thigh a few more
inches. "Especially Liam," she says, grinning. "Liam needs to get laid bad."

Louis snorts. "Thought you had a rule about virgins."

Harry slowly runs her fingertip up her own thigh, material sliding up along
with it.

Louis' mouth goes dry.

Harry smirks. "I'm a bad girl that way. Defiling virgins is my favorite hobby.
You should know."

Louis does know. She'd had a boyfriend for almost a year, before the XFactor,
and they'd never done anything more than touch. Maybe, she figures, this is
because she's gayer than a Christmas tree. Possibly, so was her ex. And then
Harry came along, with her quick fingers and quicker tongue. Bootcamp. Louis
still doesn't quite know whether to be proud or ashamed of the fact that Harry
managed to get her out of her panties in a matter of hours.

And now this.

"I should spank you for even thinking of defiling Liam," Louis says seriously.
"And for wearing that skirt. It's probably illegal... somewhere."

"Will you?" Harry grins.

"Maybe?" Louis grins back. "But first, I have to fulfill my daily mission."

"What's that?"

Louis steps closer and closer until she's standing merely a handspan away from
Harry. Harry smells sweet, and like sex, like she's been turned on for ages.
Louis can feel herself grow wet at the thought that Harry's been hanging around
the kitchen like this all morning, waiting for Louis to come down and fuck her.


When Harry tilts her face up for a kiss, Louis gives it to her, but on the
cheek; it makes Harry pout, at least until Louis slides her palms up her skirt,
and then she's moaning loudly. Louis's not even touching her pussy, and she's
already so vocal, so needy. Harry can bring down the entire house with her sex
voice if she wants to.

"Shhh, quiet," Louis tells her, suddenly avidly aware they're in the kitchen,
and that anyone could come in at any minute. Fuck. "Fuck," she repeats. "You're
such an exhibitionist."

"What can you do," Harry says, licking the corner of her mouth daintily. "I
like the thought of you getting me up on this table and eating me out until I
come so hard, I'll feel it for days."

Louis breathes in her scent and tries not to let the images overcharge her
brain. She needs some of that brain power to control her hands. Harry's butt is
firm in them, warm skin, smooth, a little tense.

"Touch me," Harry whispers into her ear. "I want to feel you inside me."

This is going to be over fairly quickly, Louis thinks. Sometimes, they draw it
out for hours, lying on a bed. Harry's a master at that, keeping Louis' legs
spread while she presses her tongue to Louis' clit with just enough pressure to
keep her from coming. Louis isn't so patient. One of her hands leaves Harry's
ass, and then she's moving Harry's skirt up and slipping her fingers over her
panties.

"White lace, huh?" she says, watching as her nail scrapes over the material
where Harry's a little wet already; it's almost see-through. Harry's thighs
tremble with desire.

"Bought them new," Harry tells her, tilting her head. Her curls fall over her
ear and into Louis' face. "If you want, you can take them off."

Louis is not going to say no to that. But not just yet. Before she does that,
she slowly traces her finger down the rim of them where they meet the soft skin
of Harry's inner thigh, and then slips the tip underneath, touching where
Harry's so hot and sticky.

"Fuck," Harry swears. "C'mon." She's breathing harder already. She gets so
turned on so fast, it's incredible how responsive she is, how hot she gets from
just one touch. She's already spreading her legs wider, willing Louis to go
faster, put her fingers on her more.

Louis isn't too patient, never has been. Instead of fucking around, she pushes
the material aside and slides her thumb over Harry's clit, pressing down hard.
Harry gasps and then her arms are around Louis, clinging to her, burying her
face in Louis' neck. "Feels so good," she moans. "Louis. Fuck, Louis. More?"

For a moment, they stare at each other, then Louis hoists her up, and Harry
helps, and then she's on the table, sitting with her legs spread filthily wide,
and Louis now wishes she'd taken the panties off after all so she could see .
"God, you're so wanton," she groans instead, and gets her fingers back onto
Harry's pussy.

Harry leans back onto her elbows and shifts her hips. She looks exhilarated,
and proud, and like she knows exactly how much Louis appreciates that about
her, that slutty, sexual way she moves and talks and gives.

"Fuck, okay, this is so over," Louis says. She takes her fingers away, hooks
her thumbs into the panties and pulls them down Harry's legs. Harry's legs are
amazing, and they deserve a lot of attention on any other day, but today
they're still in the fucking kitchen, and Harry smells of sex so strongly now
that Louis can't help but push her legs up and go down on her, closing her lips
around her clit, sucking hard.

"Motherfucking shit," Harry swears, and moans and bucks up into Louis' mouth,
pushing back against her tongue.

Louis never knew what things one could do with one's tongue until she met
Harry. Now she's a champion at oral sex, if she does say so herself; it doesn't
take her long to get Harry to writhe, especially when she licks down until she
can push her tongue inside Harry and cheat a little by using her thumb to press
down on Harry's clit.

Harry loves that, loves feeling Louis' tongue insider her, loves it when Louis
moves it in and out while her fingers rub over her clit. Louis loves feeling
Harry clench around her tongue when she comes, a rush of warmth and wetness
into her mouth, and licking her clean, licking her until Harry draws away from
the contact, shuddering and gasping, pushing at Louis' shoulder.

"Your skirt is ruined," Louis points out sadly when Harry thumps back against
the table. It's not, not really; but Louis knows Harry will never be able to
wear it again without getting Louis instantly and horribly wet. She can't stop
touching Harry's folds, the twitch she gets whenever Louis rubs over where
she's red and swollen and so sensitive.

"Oh god, stop it," Harry says when Louis tries to sneak a finger into her,
maybe playing for a second go. Sometimes, Harry lets her go again, lets her put
three, sometimes four fingers into her, spreading her wide so she can look and
watch her own fingers disappear inside her. But this time, Harry just sits up,
grabbing her wrist. Louis makes a sad face.

"You are so ridiculous," Harry says. But of course, it's the amazing kind of
ridiculous, and Louis knows that even more so when Harry leans in and kisses
Louis on the mouth, opening for her, sneaking her tongue out to lick into
Louis' mouth, lick herself on Louis' tongue. It's the hottest thing.

"Gonna get you off, too," Harry mutters into the kiss. "Just let me -" And then
she's climbing down the table, and down on her knees, pulling Louis' pants and
boxershorts with her as she goes down.

Louis braces herself foward and against the edge of the table when Harry kneels
between her legs and tilts up her face, gently pushing Louis' legs apart,
fitting her mouth against her. Her curly hair is everywhere, sticking to her
forehead and her face gets wet all over because the position is the worst for
staying in any way or form presentable. But that's not what Harry is about.
Harry is all about getting dirty during sex, she's all about doing it in the
filthiest way, which is why sometimes, she will not wear any panties under her
skirts at all, and sit down in Louis' lap, rubbing herself against the zipper
of her jeans. It's why sometimes, she'll guide Louis' hand into her jeans while
they're sitting in a random McDonalds somewhere, and get Louis to finger her
while all around them, people eat.

Sometimes, Louis will push her fingers into her deep and make her choke on a
gulp of coke, and sometimes, she'll just keep a steady pressure on her clit
until Harry's squirming and begging her with those huge, beautiful eyes.

Right now, those eyes are closed as Harry licks and tugs and uses her lips and
teeth and tongue, making Louis shudder above her. She eats up and into her
until Louis' knuckles turn white and she's panting, and then she uses her
fingers, folding one in half before she draws it over Louis' hole, stretching
her, just that little bit, and Louis is coming hard, all over Harry's face,
riding her mouth as long as her orgasms lasts. Harry moans into it, her other
hand already under her skirt again, getting herself off to the whole thing.

"Fucking hell," Louis says, burying her teeth in her own arm.

Harry laughs. The vibrations feel amazing against Louis. She pulls away soon
after.

Louis cannot stand up straight. "Fuck, I love you," Louis says. "You filthy
whore."

Harry grins and presses a quick kiss to Louis' lips before she pulls up Louis'
sweatpants and straightens her own skirt. "Love shall be this whore's payment
then, milady," she sing-songs and curtsies, and then she runs over to the tap
and holds her face underneath the water spray, spluttering wildly.

Louis laughs.

A few moments later, a sleepy Niall and an even sleepier Liam stumble into the
kitchen. Harry gives Louis a wicked grin, taking her hand.

"What are you two up to?" Liam asks, immediately suspicious. Harry's innocent
eyes never work on her, either. Niall just yawns and goes for the fridge.

"Nothing," Louis says, biting down onto her lower lip to keep from giggling.
She pulls Harry along and upstairs. She has an interesting idea about exploring
this lady/whore dynamic some more. Preferably by getting under Harry's skirt
again.

When they're back in their room, Harry closes the door behind her and faces
Louis. She widens her eyes impossibly huge, raising her free hand to her mouth
as if in shock. "Oh noes," she says with a gasp. "I think I forgot something
downstairs."

Louis stares at her, not getting it.

Harry snorts. Then she pulls Louis so close that their breasts are touching,
and guides her hand under her skirt.

Fuck, Louis then thinks, remembering the panties, lying forgotten on the floor
by the chair. The others are going to kill them both.


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