Extra Credit
prequel to Bachelor Party
A/N: my supposedly harry!top fluffy larry oneshot became a 5k+ OT5 smut with too many kinks, i'm so sorry my anon. and fvck there's already a sequel brewing in my mind, what the hell is wrong with me.
summary: when the golden boy of the most prestigious private school in London asked for an extra credit, you just couldn't say no.
warning: EVERYTHING. just read at your own risk. louis!bottom
pairing: ZIANOURRY
"Please sir." Louis begged as he was standing in the middle of the faculty room.
"I don't actually give extra credit to my students Mr. Tomlinson."
Louis Tomlinson was an exceptionally bright and talented student; he passes all of his subjects with flying colours as he also plays the role of captain in their school's football team. He is quiet the talk among both students and faculty as they wondered how he could manage both an academic and athletic scholarship. And it wasn't even that Louis was financial unstable, he's studying in one of the most exclusive private schools across London for Christ's sake, it's just he doesn't return to his parents the extra money that was supposed to go his tuition fee. His parents knew nothing about him being a scholar; he kept it under the radar for too long.
For one thing, he uses all this extra money to donate in an orphanage he had once visited downtown. It was something that his parents disapprove of, telling him something in the lines of 'bruising their pride' or something which he totally does not understand.
As the student body phrases it, Louis Tomlinson was perfect. He was sought out by both male and female population, seeing as his relationship status is currently open. Even some of the teachers were actually pinning after him, not that he knows any of this.
"Please sir, I need it or else I'll lose my scholarship."
Well, everything was good and dandy except when this infernal subject called statistics came into the curriculum. Louis just couldn't understand anything of it, no matter of many extra time and effort he puts just to study the damn subject. There was just so many numbers! And one wrong computation would mess up the whole equation. And he was clumsy with numbers.
To make matters worse, just this afternoon, Mr. Styles, his Statistics teacher, just handed them back one of their most crucial exams for this term and he barely scrapped a 'D' out of it. He nearly had a heart attack; he may lose his privileges because of one fucking subject and he can't have that. The standards of the academic scholarship in their school is so ridiculously high that only few could keep up, and he wasn't one on backing down without doing everything in his willpower.
"Sir, I'll do absolutely anything. Anything you want really, I just needed my grades up." He pleaded.
"Anything?" The teacher's eyes suddenly quirked up, and finally looking at the lad in front of him wearing the school's prestigious uniform and glasses pushed up on his face making him look like a diligent little student but also so fucking sexy.
"Anything." Louis responded with much determination.
Harry eyed his student from the tip of his feathery caramel locks to his new polished black leather shoes; this was just an opportunity too good to miss and he was going to have some fun.
"Then strip." He replied not missing a beat, leaning back against his chair, arms crossed, and a smirk on his lips.
"W-What?" Louis stuttered, were his ears deceiving him?
"You heard me, I said strip." Okay, so maybe Harry wasn't sure if Louis would do it. But nothing ventured nothing gained right?
Louis suddenly he realized that all eyes were on them, and the worse thing is, all of them were his current educators. There was Mr. Malik, his Literature teacher, looking at them with a sparkle on his brown eyes, and also a knowing smirk on his face. On his left side was his History teacher, Mr. Payne, who just froze like him as he was about to take sip of his coffee, unbelieving that this was actually happening inside the teacher's lounge. And of course his Irish Science teacher who was smiling so wide as if Christmas came early.
"Unless you don't want to." A growl made his attention snapped back to the brown curly haired one whose eyes had turned from green to pure black.
He didn't what he was doing or why he was doing it but Louis mechanically grasped the knot of his maroon tie before slipping it down to the narrow end, completely removing it and throwing it to the ground. He shed of his also maroon coat with the logo of the school on the right before taking care of his white polo, releasing the buttons one by one as he saw Mr. Styles' eyes followed his every movement, licking his lips along the process. He kicked off his shoes along with his socks before unbuckling his belt and doing the button and zipper of his trousers which fell freely to the floor.
He wasn't usually this self-conscious; he knows he has a toned physique, especially now that their coach is calling for an everyday practice. But he couldn't help it as he felt four pairs of eyes staring at him, burning holes through his skin.
It was so quiet, no one made a sound before the man in front him spoke up again with an appreciative smirk, " Your boxers too."
He grabbed the hem of his black Topman boxers before pulling it down, all of him now fully exposed for the four men to gawk and drool upon; and even heard a wolf whistle on the far left.
His Statistic teacher suddenly got up, grabbing the fallen tie on the floor before standing at his back, pressing his chest on his naked skin. He placed his head on his shoulder blade, his thick curls tickling his face.
"You're gonna do everything I say, got that babe?" Harry Styles whispered seductively in his ear and Louis couldn't do anything but nod.
His action earned him a wide grin from his teacher, clearly showing off his dimpled cheeks that most of his female classmates go crazy about.
"No matter how hot you look in those glasses Louis, I believe they are a hindrance to the next occurring events." Harry murmured before removing it and placing it in his pocket.
And then all of a sudden, Louis saw nothing but the darkness. It seems that the tie that he had been wearing a while ago was now wrapped around securely across his eyes, making him lose his eyesight as the warmth pressed against his body was also gone.
"On your knees Tomlinson." The voice ordered. He heard the shuffling and the sound of a zipper being pulled down as he complied to the instruction he was given beforehand. All of a sudden, he felt something moist being pushed between his closed lips.
"I want you to suck, suck until I'm so hard; suck until I tell you to stop got that?"
Louis let out an inaudible whimper but nodded all the same. He opened and took it in his mouth without any knowledge if he was going to do it right. He slowly and gently grated his teeth along it, running his tongue over the organ, bobbing his head back and forth carefully.
As he concentrated on bringing pleasure to his teacher, there were still sounds that reached his ears. He heard the sound of a chair being pushed back before a click, indicating that someone had finally locked the door, the sound of zippers being pulled down, and not to mention those hot little noises that his Statistics' teacher had started to create.
Louis couldn't help himself as he panted and moaned against the cock sending shivers up the older man's body, acting as if he what he was doing was giving him immense pleasure as well.
"Fuck." Harry groaned when he felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of the lad's throat.
"Your mouth. Fuck. Is so. Fuck. Obscene." He panted in between breaths.
Harry knotted his fingers through Louis' luscious brown locks as the younger lad continued to deep throat him, his tongue licking the underside of his cock.
"Yeah... Just like that..." Harry moaned as Louis continued moving his head.
Harry never thought he would see the day, the golden boy, on his knees, fully naked, willingly letting him use his mouth as a tool. Not making Harry do anything but enjoy the sensation of Louis' mouth doing wonderful things on his cock.
And if he kept on going like this, Harry was going to cum very soon.
"Stop." Harry directed as he forced Louis' mouth away from his too hard cock, making a loud pop sound. He could clearly see the pre cum drooling from the corner of his student's mouth.
"On your feet." And Louis clumsily stood up, still not being able to see a thing.
He was then being pushed on the desk, his back fully presented and exposed to the other lad. He felt a warm toned chest being pressed against his back, now knowing fully that Harry had also removed his clothes.
"So here's what we're going to do, you're going to get fucked by these three fine lads over there without you knowing who it is. You've got to scream their name when they fuck you, and each time you got it right, we'll raise your grade up a letter. But your time will be up when they cum in your pretty little ass. Got that?" his voice heated and husky against the back of his neck.
Louis nodded once again as he braced himself against the desk, resting on his elbows.
"Good boy. But first, let's open you up baby." Harry whispered as he was fondling with Louis' perfect bubble butt.
He suddenly felt Harry slipped a cruel finger inside of his hole. Louis threw his head back, and yelped in surprise at the sudden intrusion. He didn't give him any time to adjust as he added another finger in, curling and caressing against the tight heat.
"Shit, you're so tight. Ever had a finger inside your ass before?" Harry murmured into his ear.
Louis moved his head, indicating a 'no', not trusting his voice to speak. But he wasn't in control of his actions as he bucked against Harry's hand, wanting him to go deeper.
"Are you sure? You seem quite eager."
"I- Fuck!" Harry had started moving his fingers. In and Out. In and Out. The feeling was overpowering, he felt his dick getting hard against his stomach. Fuck. He couldn't believe it. Harry Styles was finger fucking him. And he was enjoying every second of it.
"More..." Louis croaked, which made quirked up his eyebrows.
"Hmmmm...I like this look on you. I think I like it when you get needy." Harry hummed into his ear as he added another finger, opening, stretching, and preparing him for what was yet to come.
Louis rested his head against the cool table, clenching his hands into tight fists as he trembled against Harry. He was getting impatient, very impatient.
"Please sir... I need more..." His voice cracked.
"I need you cock sir, please..."
"Fuck me Mr. Styles. Fuck my tight little virgin arse. I need your cock to fill me up."
"Shit..." Harry breathed. If that didn't turn him on, he didn't know what will.
Louis didn't know how much Harry wanted to, how much he wanted to destroy the poor lad, to make him scream his name over and over again until he couldn't anymore. But he couldn't he needed to be patient and wait; Even though all of his senses were telling him to cut the crap and fuck the boy into oblivion already.
"Sir..." Louis whined.
"I will baby, later." Harry withdrew his fingers and he instantly wanted to put it back in when he heard a sound of disappointment, a whimper escaped Louis' throat.
Harry looked around and already saw Niall Horan standing up with his hands wrapped around his throbbing cock, pumping it leisurely as he stared at those plump ass cheeks, his mouth watering as if he was waiting for his treat.
The green eyed lad signalled him to come forth and a wicked grin instantly spread across his face. Niall's hand trailed along Louis' sides, admiring how fit the lad is, before grabbing his hips tightly. With his fingers, he parted Louis' arse cheeks, seeing those muscles clench and unclench around the air asking to be filled up.
"I'm going to fuck you so open and raw that you wouldn't feel anything but my cock for weeks." He snickered, nudging the head of his cock against Louis' entrance.
Niall tightened his grip on Louis' hips, leaving his marks on his tanned skin before pushing forward, past tight the ring of his arse as he started moving inside him until he was fully enveloped in heat.
"You feel so good." Niall's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as heat engulfed his arousal; the sensation of being inside Louis was simply breath-taking. Fuck. He hadn't done this in a while now.
Louis moaned at being filled to brim for the first time as he started shuddering against his teacher. Without waiting for him to get accustomed to the feeling, Niall pulled back, leaving only the head inside him before plunging forward, thrusting sharply into Louis' tight arse.
A cry had been ripped from his throat as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Louis didn't had the time to catch his breath as Niall pulled back once again before snapping his hips forward, moving in deeper, thrusting in harder.
The older man had created a rhythm as he kept on pounding into Louis' arse, and the moans and whimpers were coming in thick and fast from Louis' mouth, always in sync with Niall's movements. But he couldn't help but scream when the other lad decided to change his angle.
"FUCK!" Lights suddenly flashed before his eyes, the pleasure he had felt was blinding.
It was amazing. He needed more.
"What was... What was that..." Louis whimpered when he finally caught his breath.
"Oh, you mean this?" Niall asked smugly, as a hammered into that same spot again.
"YES! OHMYGOD! YESSS!" Louis cried once again.
A sly smile was permanent on Niall's face as pounded ruthlessly into Louis' sweet spot over and over again; sinking in the feeling in being able to make the younger lad scream repeatedly because of him.
Louis had completely forgotten the deal he had made, his mind was blank, and all that he could think about was Niall's cock inside him, driving deeper into his body, again, and again, and again.
"Mr. Horan. Ngn...More please. More." Louis whimpered as he pushed back against the man behind him.
"Fuck me harder sir." And if that wasn't the sexual thing Niall heard he didn't what is.
"Shit Louis. I think I'll have a student teacher kink because of you." Niall grunted into his ear.
The older man's thrusts became so powerful that they were practically lifting Louis' feet off the ground. And Louis absolutely loves it. Even if he was out of breath he was repeating 'Mr. Horan' and 'sir' like a mantra, begging and pleading him to go faster, deeper, harder.
"Fuck. You're a dirty little minx aren't you?" He continued pounding into him in a steady pace, never faltering even as he started to feel the boiling in the pit of his stomach.
Louis' lower half was suddenly became painfully tight. He knew he wouldn't last much longer as his teacher still continued driving into him.
"I think... I think I'm gonna-" But Louis' speech suddenly cut short as Niall pushed forward, plunging in deeper than before and releasing inside him.
His body tensed and spasm as he also reached his peak, spilling his seed all over the desk, arching his back, and opening his mouth in a loud scream.
They shuddered; their heavy breaths could be heard throughout the whole room. Niall rolled his hips and removed himself from Louis as the lad was still leaning against the desk, his body shaking from the intense high.
Louis was still in his own little world, discarded the distant voices that he had been hearing. His body was aching, and he needed rest but someone had suddenly grabbed him by the hip as he felt the head of a cock twitched near his abused entrance.
"What? No! You can't be serious!" Louis panted, snapped his head back as if he could stared wide eyed in disbelief at the man standing behind him.
"Just give me a minute and-" He quickly added but his words were instantly cut short.
"Zayn, shut him up." Harry demanded but there was mirthful tone to it.
In a flash, a hand cupped Louis' chin, making him face the side. Then a pair of lips aggressively attached to his, his teacher's tongue immediately devouring every inch of his mouth relentlessly and with much vigour. And Louis couldn't help himself as he moaned into Zayn's mouth.
Harry caught glance of his Wolverhampton colleague, sending him a silent look, asking if he could continue on what he was about to do. He was actually surprised that his friend didn't have any objection with their current predicament. For one, he knew that Liam was straight, unless his long-time girlfriend was a beard after all this time. Plus the fact that Liam always, and he means always, acts like the mother hen around them makes him wonder even more.
Harry mouthed the word 'do it' before in a swift motion, Liam was fully sheathed inside Louis, his grip tight on his student's hips. The sudden impact made Louis scream but was muffled by Zayn's tongue still deep inside his mouth.
Harry watched as Liam slipped in and out of the frazzled body, hearing hot little moans that escaped from Louis' and Zayn's joined mouth. He saw Niall completely spent, a blissful smile on his lips as he was sprawled on the chair ogling at the three men, his cock slowly becoming hard again at the scene.
Liam pushed forward and back, keeping with his adamant rhythm, ramming into Louis' arse. And it didn't took him long to find the sensitive prostate inside him that made him scream once again.
Zayn couldn't keep up with devouring Louis' mouth as he kept on screaming in complete pleasure as Liam kept on assaulting that little knob.
"Oh god" Liam groaned, his eyes trained on the ceiling, head thrown back, as he continued pounding into him. He never knew how good this feels, being inside his student's arse. He was so screwed.
Louis was mewling and crying out in ecstasy when he felt something hot, moist and definitely hard brushed against his cheek.
"I'm not gonna stand here and watch Liam have all the fun." Zayn sneered as he threaded his fingers Louis' hair.
The younger lad gladly opened his mouth to let Zayn push his member inside as he began to lick and suck the large pulsating shaft. Zayn moaned at the feeling of Louis' hot mouth around him, not even wondering anymore why Harry couldn't control himself a while ago. Louis mouth was meant to suck dick.
Jolts of electricity made his body shudder and tremble. Louis was completely mindless to everything else but the sensation of being violated on both ends. The table creaked against the floor as both men pounded into him.
Liam was ruthless as he fucked him, making each thrust harder and faster at the same time; while Zayn had angled his head so that he could deep throat him as he moaned around the cock. Louis never knew he'd loved the feeling of two large pulsating hard cocks inside him, fucking him.
The sounds of grunts and indulgence, skin slapping skin of the three filled the room, making Harry absolutely vivid, envious of the state of his two colleagues were, because vigorously pumping his own cock suddenly wasn't enough.
"You are not allowed to cum." Harry hissed through Louis' ear as he heard the younger lad had started to whine, probably indicating the other two that he was close.
He didn't care what he said before. He doesn't care that he said his three friends would go first before him, he couldn't wait anymore. He needed to be inside Louis. And he needed it now.
"You won't cum until I'm the one fucking you, got it?" Louis couldn't respond verbally. He was breathless at the pleasure of both men was giving, but nodded all the same.
Their moves where becoming frantic, sloppier, and faster as they reached their peak. With his hips bucking forward with a final thrust, and accompanied by a cry from his lips, Liam instantly filled Louis to the brim.
Seeing the gratification on Liam's face, Zayn had followed suit and spilled his seed into Louis' waiting mouth. And there was nothing that he could do but to swallow every last drop. He croaked out a sob as he felt the two men detached themselves from his frail body. He was still shaking as he felt arms wrap around him.
"Come here babe." Harry sat down on the table with him, pulling the dishevelled boy onto his lap.
"You didn't screamed Liam's name baby." Harry whispered with a Cheshire grin on his face.
And then sudden realization hit Louis like a tidal wave.
"What? No! Sir! That's not fair! I- I couldn't! my mouth was preoccupied and-"
Louis was basically straddling him, with his legs both placed on Harry's sides. The older man's lips suddenly found his, smothering him hungrily, kissing him deeply, shutting him up. His hands firmly placed on Louis' hips, preventing him from getting away, not that he was trying anyway. His mind was dead and his body was simply reacting to everything as he found himself trying to return the kiss with much vigour.
Harry never seen Louis this dirty, and it absolutely turns him on.
"I'm going to let it slide if you let me fuck your hot little ass now"
"And you can't come until I told you so." Harry muttered, biting Louis' ear as he did; Kneading and groping that ass too with his long lean fingers.
"Yes sir." But Harry was already lifting him up, aligning his body with his waiting arousal. And in an instant, he dropped Louis, making his cock shove completely and suddenly inside him.
"FUCK! SIR!" Louis' scream was muffled as he pressed his face against the side of Harry's throat, clinging to the man's shoulders as if his life depends on it.
"As much as I love hearing you calling me sir, I'd much rather like hearing you screaming my name."
Harry started bouncing him on his lap, feeling hot sweating skin pressed him, Louis' neglected cock sandwiched in between. As he continued his pace, he realized that he had found Louis' sweet spot as he screamed, screamed his name, as he threw his head back.
"HARRY! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Louis panted, as he still had his hands on Harry's shoulders.
"You like this don't you?" He teased as he was bouncing the lad up and down, his hands groping that firm arse; loving the way Louis was saying his name in his fucked up state.
"You like being filled up? Having a cock stuck up in your ass?" And Louis nodded, agreeing to everything the man said, allowing him to anything he wanted with his body.
"Who would have known perfect little Louis Tomlinson is so so dirty." He uttered the words as he was biting and nipping every inch of skin he could reach on that neck and chest.
"YES! HARRY! FUCK. I'm so dirty... I'm so dirty for you sir..." He doesn't even know the words that were coming out of his mouth.
"I need it harder. Fuck me harder. Punish me sir, I'm such a naughty little dirty boy." Harry gladly complied as he lifted him once again and slamming him back down, the same time as he bucked his hips upwards.
"Shit Lou." He was so fucking done with this boy.
Louis groaned in appreciation. He was chanting and whimpering Harry's name over and over again, telling him to fuck him harder, deeper, and faster. And Harry did nothing but to follow those words.
"Harry... fuck. Sir, I need to...come... please... it hurts...."
"Then scream my name and come." He said lowly near his ear.
And Louis did, screaming Harry's name at the top of his lungs as his whole body tensed; making him arch his back and throw his head back in utter bliss and relief. He finally released his spunk between their heated bodies, as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, clinging to him like a koala.
He was absolutely boneless as he slumped against Harry's body, leaning his whole weight to the man. Louis didn't even notice as the older man's arms had found its way around his waist, keeping him close.
The next thing he knew, Harry had already lied down on the table, bringing Louis along with him. Not to mention that his teacher didn't have his release yet and was still fully sheathed inside his heat with his cock fully hard and throbbing.
"Harry..." Louis croaked looking at the man beneath him.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Louis rolled his eyes at the man because of fucking course he wasn't done, but his teacher didn't saw his sassy remark as he still had his blindfold on. Few seconds of silence had passed by for Louis when he felt hands parting his legs and slipping in between him and Harry.
"Wh-what? What's going on-?" Louis stuttered as he felt another leaking head pressed against his very full entrance.
"Zaynie here feels a little left out."
"He's been eyeing your pretty arse for a long time now; you don't want to let Mr. Malik feel that you have favouritism now do you?" Louis had no time to object as Zayn had begun to push inside him as well.
"Aahhh! SHIT. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't- too big-!" He protested as his whole body tensed from the intrusion.
He tried to move, to wiggle his way out but Harry was holding him still as Zayn was inching his long, harden, thick shaft into him, practically using the cum as lubricant.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
He could feel it, two cocks, two large pulsating and throbbing cock inside him, at the same time, filling him up completely. There were no other words to say this but he never felt so completely and utterly full. They were practically splitting him in half. He doesn't know how they could fit both inside. One was large enough as it is.
"Amazing." Zayn breathed as he saw his organ entering the tight hole.
"You could fit us both in." He continued.
"So hot baby, so fucking hot." Harry kissed his cheek as Louis had already buried his head at the side of the man's neck.
Slowly, Zayn pulled back before thrusting sharply into Louis' filled arse while Harry stayed perfectly still beneath him. His movements had begun at a lazy pace, getting accustomed to the sensation, before accelerating, slamming back hard into him every single time."
"Shit. You feel absolutely incredible." Zayn panted.
Louis chest was heaving, his lips spewing incoherent words of pleasure. It was too much, the unending waves of pure erotic bliss.
"You're too hot for your own good." Zayn grunted as he tightened his hold on Louis' hips, leaving his mark on the tanned skin just like his colleagues.
They were fucking him, fucking him in a frenzied pace, impaling him over and over again. Louis' high pitched screams where flowing nonstop, his throat was becoming hoarse and dry but he couldn't help himself by the way the two men were doing to him.
Harry was just outwardly staring at the lad on top of him, watching at his thoroughly fucked face, also giving out a few moan and whimpers of pleasure himself. But he couldn't take his eyes off the other lad; he looks so fucking hot as he desperately clung to him.
His light had suddenly been blocked as he saw two men standing in front of them, with their hands moving up and down slowly on their sticks. And he instantly knew why they were here, wanting to join in.
"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, okay baby?" Harry pecked Louis' lips.
Louis felt a harsh tug, fingers entwining with his hair forcing his head to be lifted up as he felt the familiar organ being forced into his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and swiped the slit from side to side before opening his mouth fully, making his tongue flat as possible, running it agonizingly slow from the tip the base. Taking his time and leaving no spot untouched.
He was bobbing his head at a constant speed, letting the lad take total control of his movements when he was suddenly being pulled away just to have himself face a different cock. He puckered his lips before blowing, sending shivers of bliss throughout Liam's body.
"Hng.." Liam groaned from Louis' warm and wet mouth.
Niall still had his hands firmly placed on Louis' head, guiding him as he sucked alternately between his and Liam's throbbing members. They were freely using his mouth and tongue in all sorts of tantalizing ways.
Harry was in the front row seat of the show, he was beneath the younger lad, watching as his over abused mouth suck on two cocks, sliding back and forth, creating a vacuum. He was rolling his hips in circular motion to create more friction, as Zayn continued to fuck him harder, driving in deeper as both of them were only spreading him wider.
He honestly couldn't take his eyes off him, he loves the way his student would wither and tremble above him. He looked so hot and so beautiful, wishing that he would look like this all the time.
The trance he was in suddenly broke as he heard a high pitched scream of ecstasy filled their ears and hot sticky liquid coated his stomach. Louis had come yet again, and this time it was painful.
"AAAAH!! I can't! please... no more!!" Louis was digging his nails at Harry's skin.
"It's your fault you're so hot Tomlinson." Zayn grunted behind him, pushing into him in a frenzied pace.
"Too hot." Harry whispered as he wiped the tears that had escaped; the younger lad's body was convulsing and shaking.
"Please! No more!" Louis pleaded and finally felt cum splashing across his face, accompanied by groans and screams of release.
He was about to lick any of the liquid that he could reach around his face with his tongue but with one final push, he felt the two men's seed exploding inside him making him scream yet again. His body trembled and shuddered as they detached themselves from him.
His vision was blurry as Harry had finally removed his blindfold. Louis was thankful that his teacher haven't moved yet as he was slumped fully against him, unable to move any inch of his body. Too exhausted and drained.
The realization of the truth suddenly hit him as his mind had started to work again, thousands of words running, screaming and reprimanding him of what he had done and gotten himself into. He couldn't help but feel used out of all this, his body merely an object for other's pleasure, discarded and forgotten as they were finished.
"No Louis." He heard the man bellow him said with much conviction. His thoughts were meant only for himself, he didn't realize that he had voiced it out too. But Louis tightened his grip on the older man, seeking for some kind of comfort, as he had his head rested against Harry's shoulder.
"You were so amazing baby. So so amazing." Harry cooed lifting Louis' chin as he had come face to face with a wreck tear strained beautiful lad.
"So good to us." He muttered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Louis seemed surprised by the sudden affection yet he didn't object nor shy away from it. No tongue, no teeth, just a soft, comforting, and soothing kiss, exactly what he needed at the moment as he also felt the older man's arms wrap protectively around his weak body.
Louis was melting at the older man's advances when he felt strong arms lifting him up, lifting him away from Harry. He was sat down on the older man lap who he had noticed had already wore their boxers, one of his arm encircling his waist while the other rested at the back of his neck, guiding him to his waiting mouth.
"You are perfect Louis, absolutely perfect." He was surprised that the jet black haired man also kissed him with much tender and fondness, cupping and caressing his damp cheek; and Louis had only quickly succumbed to him with much delight.
"The lads are right you know." Louis heard a sudden Irish accent spoke up behind him.
"And we aren't telling you this because you just let us fuck you, you are really something else Louis." The man muttered in between kisses, trailing down from his neck, shoulder blades, all the way down to his bare back, caressing every inch of body he could touch before making him turn around and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
"Definitely deserves an A" Harry's distant voice spoke up as he teased the younger lad.
Louis snapped his head to the voice and saw his Statistics teacher smirking at him with fondness as his eyes were soft. But his eyes couldn't help but catch the short haired man now fully dressed standing farthest most from him, distressed was evident in his features.
"Don't worry about him love." Zayn reassured him, bringing him closer, making Louis rest against his bare chest as he gently stroked his hair.
Liam must have heard them as guilt suddenly flashed across his face. He tentatively made his way over to them and kissed the top of Louis' head.
"Get some rest Louis, we'll take care of you." Zayn snorted at Liam's word, being the parental figure that he always was. But what he had said was enough for Louis.
He felt his shoulder slugged down and a heavy sigh leave his lips. He was finally easing up when it was quickly interrupted by a loud knock on the door which made the five men instantly froze.
"Who's in there?!" the voice boomed, rampantly knocking on the door.
"Nobody should be in there at this time." The voice got louder and angrier as they heard the sound of metal clinking together.
He knows that voice, everybody knows that voice. It's the voice of the school's principal Mr. Cowell.
And fuck. They were so screwed.
