sex journal [nourry au] [no updates]

everything is

LOUIS
// his hair, his smoke, his dreams //

When anatomy begins, I sit by myself in the chair right up front, anxious as feverish eyes land on my small body. Harry was right; everyone does want me. But I only belong to him...and Niall. But, he doesn't know that.

I hear a low whistle and turn around to a boy in a tight black shirt and blue skinny jeans. I've never even seen him talk to me before today; before I suddenly became this model of attraction.

"Louis, right?"

He gives me an endearing wink and I sigh, choosing to at least entertain him until class ends and the only person that can wink like that and get a response out of me comes to take me to lunch.

"Yeah," I roll my eyes, "it's not like we have had class together every single day."

"Hey, don't be so sassy," he says with a small smile, "I just wanna get to know you..."

The teacher silences him and I sigh, relieved that that conversation is over. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I look down, pulling it out of my pocket and seeing Harry's name popping up on my screen. I blush, looking at what his text spells out.

H: how's class bby girl?

Baby girl. I like it more and more as time goes on.

L: boring...

I try think of more to say, as I'm actually becoming extremely bored with the class. The teacher just started and she's boring as hell.

L: boring...because you're not here to entertain...

I smirk as I watch the text send before locking my phone and crossing my legs. This should be interesting.

I pay attention to the lecture for a while, simply waiting for Harry to text me something sly back. I know he's in study hall, and it shouldn't take him long to get back to me.

Three minutes later, my phone buzzes again and I unlock it with excitement, biting my lip as the text loads.

H: you wouldn't want me there baby. wouldn't want me to make you scream in front of all your classmates, would you?

I sigh quietly, gripping my inner thigh tightly as I fool with the situation a bit more.

L: i wish you could daddy. do you like it when i call you that instead of harry?

H: baby you don't wanna see me like this in public, you won't be able to handle it.

L: oh no daddy, i can handle anything you have for me...

H: mmm baby i'm in study, you know that...

L: what, are you hard for me daddy?

H: don't play games with me baby girl.

L: and what if i keep playing games?

H: we both know i'm obligated to punish you.

L: then i guess i'll have to keep playing.

H: you are such a dirty slut for me, aren't you?

L: daddy i think i have a boner in class...

H: you think? if you were here right now i'd be destroying your little asshole in the bathroom.

L: why can't you destroy me now daddy? i want you so bad...

H: you just wait until after this period ends. i'm gonna make you cry when i fuck you. just fucking wait. and don't you dare get off because i know how hard you are right now.

When I read his presumably last text until we leave for lunch, I smirk, knowing that's exactly what I'm going to do.

"Can I go to the restroom?"

The teacher nods yes and without a care in the world, I walk out of that classroom with a bold boner sticking out for everyone to see.

I know exactly what I'm setting myself up for, and I'm more than excited for my punishment.