Larry smut/fluff

Big problems at school

Big Problems At School

obsessedwithjoshler
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Summary:

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are seniors in highschool. Harry knows he has Louis wrapped around his pinky finger and mischievously takes advantage of him while at school.

Keep reading to find out what happens...

Work Text:

~Louis's POV~

The bell to signal the end of first period rang. I eagerly slammed closed my textbook and hurriedly shoved my belongings into my book bag. I was about ready to ditch math class and speed down to my next class; Planning. It was equally as boring as math class, but at least my boyfriend was there to keep me occupied.

I pushed my chair neatly under my desk and called a brisk parting to my teacher over my shoulder, rushing out of class and into the steady stream of students. I shoved past a group of freshmen, whom didn't do so much as flash me an annoyed glance. They couldn't afford to do much more than that as I was a Senior and could easily beat their asses. Being the oldest grade in the school certainly had perks; the younger grades had to respect you by default and you got superior privileges.

My thoughts of smugness and superiority were instantly forgotten once I caught sight of a familiar head of messy brown curls over the crowd, ducking into a classroom. I increased my pace and pushed through the sluggish moving students, earning even more dirty looks and even a few loud protests. I rolled my eyes and pushed on until I was through the doorway my boyfriend had disappeared through.

I scanned the classroom, instantly spotting him. My face brightened and I walked over to him, tossing my book bag carelessly on the desk and sinking into the seat next to him.

"Hey Lou!" He greeted me, beaming.

I couldn't help but take a moment to admire his beauty. I adored his cute little indents in his cheeks. They were one of my favorite things about him. It was always a good sign when they made an appearance.

"Hey there sweetcheeks!" I returned, poking at one of his dimples.

He smiled wider, and knocked my hand aside, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

A few mumblings of "get a room" and "ewwww" chorused from around us, but I really could care less. There was a lot of homophobic pricks in our class, but they were mainly just jealous that Harry fucked me and not them.

I smirked at the thought and lowered my hand onto his jean-clad thigh, tracing small circles with my fingertips. I was distracted, memories of our last intimate encounter playing in my mind. Just remembering Harry's throaty groans got me going. The sound Harry made when he was about to cum was one of my favorite things.

In my impaired state, Harry swipped my snapback off my head and placed it on his own, shifting it so the brim faced backwards. His unruly curls stuck out the sides and framed his perfectly sculpted face. My breath caught in my throat when he winked at me and suggestively licked his plump pink lips.

He knew what he did to me.

I could feel myself getting aroused and I ceased drawing patterns on his thigh and clasped both my hands tightly in my lap. I sensed Harry watching me intently, and I tried desperately to tune in to what the teacher was saying.

It didn't help.

There stood Mr. Smith lecturing the class on the different methods of sex, and to always use protection. I cursed under my breath, and looked back at Harry to see him looking at me knowingly, his eyes giving away his amusement at my situation.