Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

This one is different. It's a Larry Stylinson book. I know I usually only do fanfiction, and this is anther. This does have smut (Mature video of Larry Stylinson on the side!!!)
Real quick, **** means it's another scene/time.

"Love knows no bounds. You could be a million miles apart, or a breath away. It doesn't matter if you have true love." Oh god, how many times do I have to hear this? Love has no bounds? Please! That's pathetic. Why do you think every relationship ends? Because there were boundaries that were broken - for example! - If someone cheats, that is a boundary. Someone dies, they've broken the chains and ripped away from the boundary. There's always boundaries. No matter what the situation is.

"Mr. Tomlinson?" With a frustrated sigh, I looked up at my teacher, Mr. Fuck-Me (as I liked to call him). But of course, I'd never say that aloud. His real name was Something Styles, but Fuck-Me suited him better.

"Yes?"

"Would you mind repeating the last sentence of Stephani's project?" I smirked and leaned to one side.

"I would mind, in fact. If it's not about sex, drugs or money, why the fuck should I care?" I heard his damn eye roll, and the glare he gave me was obvious. I seduced a chuckled and went back to looking at my desk. God I hate English.

****

"Mr. Tomlinson, stay here." Mr. Styles said as I went to stand up. I dropped my books back on the desk and sat down again. With antagonizing steps, he walked to the door and shut it.

"What now?" He turned toward me, an eyebrow raised and a perfect smile on his face. Oh, I just wanna rip off his jeans and shove his whole co-

"It seems we're having a problem here." He started walking toward me in slow steps, each one causing my pants to get tighter and tighter. God, I hate what this human can do to me.

I had to suppress a moan when he laid his hands on my chest. He brought his lips up to my ear, and I couldn't help it any more. I moaned a quiet sound, holding in the disgusting groans. "Do me right here, Louis. Right now." I didn't hesitate to jump out of my seat and push him against the nearest wall. Sure, it was strange. Practically unbelievable, but I really didn't care.

Teasingly, I unbuttoned his shirt, taking extra long on the last one. He groaned, his head and eyes rolling back. I bit my lips and dropped to my knees. After getting the worthless belt off of him, I pulled his dress pants down, along with his boxers. "God your beautiful." I said as I took him in my mouth. He moaned as his hips bucked slightly. I smirked and began teasing him more. I flicked my tongue briefly over the tip of his shaft, smiled when I heard him growl my name.

"Louis, Louis, Louis! Oh yeah! Louis-"

"-TOMLINSON! Detention!" My head jerked up from the desk I was sitting at to face an angry Mr. Styles. Everyone was starring at me. My cheeks burst into flames. Shit, class hadn't even ended and I just had an almost-wet dream about my English teach. Oh help me, God.

Finished!! It's short, small and it basically sums up a lot. Short, I know. I made it that way for a reason.
Warning ::: This story does move a little quickly, I tend to skip a lot! Now that i m editing, hopefully it'll be smoother.

~Hannah (This book is also going through the editing process right now, so enjoy!)