Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

Is That A Yes?

THIS WILL SUCK. I know because I have no flipping idea to write so I'm just piecing shit together as I go along. There is a serious sex scene that includes a bj (blow job)... Just get ready to rumble with the tornado... Wait, do tornados even rumble? Well anyway... Enjoy!

Louis's P.O.V.

    Harry continued to dry me off, rubbing every aspect of my entire body. My teeth were still chattering loudly as he rubbed the towel over my bum, pinching it again. "Harry stop!" I exclaimed, tired of his funny games. He chuckled and slid his hands around to my waist, holding them still. His fingers dug into my sides, surely creating marks. But it didn't feel like pain to me- it felt like lust. "No, Harry, not now. I'm cold."

    "It'll warm you up." He whispered huskily in my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe.

    "Harry Edward Styles, stop." I demanded. His loud groan echoed off the walls of the bathroom. "I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood for sex tonight. Especially not after our fight." He sighed and turned me around, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrapped mine around his neck, getting on my tip toes.

    "Our fight was stupid. You were stupid."

    "Wow! Way to make me feel loved." The sarcasm was thick in my voice, only making Harry laugh and kiss my nose. "Anyway, Harry. It's not stupid. I live in a run down apartment that has mold growing on the floors. It's always trashed and I can hardly ever afford to buy food. I use my money to buy drugs and alcohol, like any other junkie." The words hurt me, eve if I was the one saying them. That all was true, and it was a shameful thing to admit.

    "But your not just any other junkie. You're my boyfriend. Who is a student. While I'm a teacher."

    "Love knows no bounds Harry. It's a saying. Learn it. It'll put some sense into that noggin of yours." I tapped his head and he rolled his eyes.

    "But love does have bounds. For instance, the fact that we can't tell everyone that we're madly in love. That's a boundary we can't cross."

    "Then lets tell people!" He sighed, removing his hands from my waist and running them through his hair.

    "I can't Lou-" I interrupted him by slamming my lips to his. The kiss had two meanings. But the most important one was blackmail. If he wouldn't let me live with him willingly, then I guess I'll just have to make him.

    "Fine. But how about that sex? Is it still open?" He breathed out a sigh and nodded. "Good." My hands pulled and tugged on his loose, wet curls. Walking backward, I led us back into the room where I finally was able to walk normally again. I pushed him onto the closed door, making him look at me in surprise.

    "Lou-" I blocked him off and connected our lips again. With teasing fingers, I snuck them into the inside of his towel. I pulled it loose and let it drop to the floor. My fingers trailed down to his member where I stroked it slowly. "Louis, s-stop..." He squeezed out a moan. I ran the tip of my finger over his tip making anther, louder moan escape his lips.

    I turned us around and started walking again. We we got to the bed I pushed him down, straddling him. My lips moved from his lips, up and down his jawline, and down to his neck where I left wet kisses and warm love bites. My hand slid back down his chest where it rested just above his "problem." Quickly, I rubbed down, connecting and grinding our hips together. He moaned out again, clenching onto the bed sheets.

    My head tilted so I could get better access to his neck. I trailed my tongue up to his ear, where I started nibbling on his ear lobe. I bit down lightly behind his ear, giggling when his breath hitched. Finally speeding things along, I started kissing down his torso. Right before I got to his not-so-small problem, I kissed back up to his lips again. "So Mr Styles, do you feel guilty yet?" He moaned and arched his back as I rubbed our bodies together again.