Larry Stylinson Dirty Imagines

Can't Say No

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I sat down on the seat assigned to me at school. After what happened last week, everyone knew I was a homo. And every time I walked passed anyone, they all would taunt and shout dirty names. It made me feel bad and depressed.
I wanted to hurt myself, cut myself but abstained from it. It wasn't my sort of thing. I went for counselling and now I'm happy. But there's just one problem.
There's this hot new English teacher in school. His name is Mr. Tomlinson and i really, really like him. When he first came here and saw all of them (kind of) bullying me, he helped me. He was my counselor and now i wanted him.
No. I needed him. He was all i could think of when i slept and woke, brushed my teeth and made my hair. I was going crazy. I would jerk off to myself and think it was him who's giving me a blowjob.
But i couldn't tell him something like that. Some thing so secretive. And if he'd know, then definitely he'd tell the principle who would tell my parents. And i didn't want anything of that sort to happen. To me or to anyone else.
So i dug up the courage to face everyone and all the criticism. I didn't care whether these people hated me or liked me. I came here to study, just like most of the students of this school.
But something really odd happened that day. As i was walking to my locker, all the boys were throwing things at me and cursing out names. I was used to it, by now.
When i opened my locker, everything went silent, no one speaking a word. Quickly they all dispersed to their respected classrooms.
"Mr.Styles." a thin, British voice said behind me and instantly i knew who it was.
I turned around and there he was. Standing in front of me, his face inches away from mine.
"Y-Yes, s-sir." i stuttered.
"Are you okay?" he asked, taking a step back.
No, don't move back. Come closer. I want to touch your face. I want to kiss those lips. Oh those lips...those plump, pink lips...
"Mr.Styles. Are you alright?"
"Y-yes sir." i repeated, ashamed to have been caught off guard, staring at my teacher's lips.
"Go back to class." he said and walked off without another word.
Thank god, English was last.
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End of the day
"Mr. Styles can you please stay back?" Mr.Tomlinson asked as all the children dispersed from class.
"Yes sir. But what is the problem?" i asked, scared.
He swiftly walked towards the door and locked it. He came back and stood in the same position. But then suddenly he walked towards me, his face inches away from mine.
He cupped my face with both his hands and bought his lips to mine. His tongue slipped past my teeth and into my mouth. He tasted of...of...chocolate.
Hm...chocolate. I kissed him back, my hand on the small of his back, pulling him closer into me. I could feel his hard length against my thigh.
He started grinding into me, making me moan into the kiss.
Suddenly I felt someone shaking me. I jolt awake. I saw his serene face, making me calm down.
"Are you alright?" he asked, as i lay down in bed next to him.
"Yeah, yeah I am Louis." i said and kissed him hard and long.
He pulled me down with him, my back pressing into the mattress as his body was on top of me.