One Direction Oneshots and Drabbles 2

Not Too Shabby- Larry

I paced around the tiny janitors closet, ready to tear my hair out, simply from paranoia. Where was Louis? We both have a free period and agreed to meet here. What the fuck could he be doing? The door swung opened, and slammed against my foot, and of course, it was him. “Jesus, Lou, what the fuck,” he rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut, “shut the fuck up and grow a pair.”

I looked at him with rage lining my eyes, “so you’re going to possibly break my toe and tell me to grow a pair,” he nodded. “I figured someone who’s the quarterback of the football team could take a hit,” he spat, “and I thought the president of the drama club could not be a bitch.”

He pulled me by the collar to meet him in the corner of the closet, “what the fuck is that supposed to mean,” he asked angrily as he took off his shirt. I rolled my eyes, “you’re a bitch,” he took off my shirt and sighed, “and you’re a dick, now fuck me.” I undid my belt as Louis dropped to his knees and tugged down my pants.

His blowjobs were some of the best that I’d ever had, although I’d never admit it to him or anyone for that matter. His lips wrapped around my already erect cock and started to suck. “Why the fuck are you hard already,” he asked before letting his tongue roam around my genitals. I disregarded the question, I was liking this too much to bicker with him anymore. I got closer and closer to my climax as he started to suck harder and jack me off simultaneously.

I leaned my head back onto a shelf full of different paints and closed my eyes, letting my mouth hang opened. “Damn,” I accidentally spoke, “so I do give good blowjobs,” he smirked. I whined at the loss of contact, I was to close for him to stop now. “Yes, this is the best I’ve ever had, Lou, just please don’t stop.” His head started to bob on my dick again making me moan louder and louder as my cum started to stream into my member.

“Shit,” I said finally letting the white milky fluid flow into his mouth. “That was selfish as fuck, you said you would fuck me,” he said after wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. “Sorry, it was just, so good, I wanted to cum,” I explained as he stood up putting on his shirt on.

“Thank you, Harry,” he said, letting his hand roam around my chest, “you’re cute, and you owe me.” I shuffled to pull up my pants, “I owe you what,” he laughed and opened the door, “make me cum next time.”