The English Teacher // Larry Stylinson

25 pt. 1

Look how cute he looks! He's so smol and I love it so much omg 🥺💙

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Harry has his hands full still with the two classes he's teaching since they haven't found a replacement for Mr Grimshaw yet. Harry doubts they will before the the end of the school year. It's February 1st which means it's Harry's 25th birthday today which also means I'm 12 weeks pregnant and starting to show.

We have school today which sucks since it's his birthday but he's not too upset since he always has to work on his birthday. "I'm fat." I huff as I try to put on my jeans. "You're absolutely not fat, princess. That's our jellybean." He says and I look at him with a frown. "Oh, and no jeans, put on some jogging pants, blue, I don't want jellybean getting squished." He says and I agree, it's a better idea to put on some loose pants. I slip on my adidas pants over my panties and a jumper to match it as I watch Harry get dressed and ready for work.

We drive to the school and I give harry a kiss before I get out of the car. "I'll see you after, baby blue. I love you," he says and I smile at him. "I love you too, Hazza." I reply and he smiles before I hurry to walk away from his car and into the school. I get inside and Zayn and Niall are in their usual spot next to my locker. "Hey, lads," I say and they both smile. "Hey, where's Harry? It's his birthday isn't it?" Zayn says and I nod. "It is. And he should be coming in, oh wait, there he is." I say and see him walk to his class and open the door.

"Let's go," Niall says and the both pull me down the hallway to his room. "You know it's kind of sus when we just go into his room for no reason, right?" I say as we get to the door. "No, it would be sus if you just go into his room for no reason." Niall says and bursts into the room. "Shit, you idiots scared me. Not you baby, you're not an idiot." He says and I breath out a laugh. "Happy birthday, Mr Styles," Niall says and Harry playfully rolls his eyes. "Thank you, Horan." He says before Zayn wishes him a happy birthday as well. "You guys should head to your classes." Harry says and Niall and Zayn groan. "Louis, I'll see you at lunch." He says and I smile. "Have a good class," I say and he smiles. "You too, baby blue." He replies before we head out of his room.

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Classes are boring like usual so I'm looking forward to going home. I get in Harry's car and I'm basically freezing to death. "Can I turn up the heat?" I say as we pull out of the parking lot. "Of course you can, princess." He replies and I hurry to turn the dial all the way to the right so the heat is on high now.

When we get home, I take Clifford out before I tell Harry to stay downstairs until I call him up. I hurry up the stairs and into our room to my dresser drawer. Even though I have a little bump I felt like Harry would enjoy the very nice black lingerie I bought especially for his birthday; he has no idea I have it. I hurry to get into it before putting on Harry's bath rob that's extremely big on me. "Okay, you can come up now!" I yell from our room and I hear him hurry up the stairs.

****smut****

"Why are you in my-" he stops talking once I drop it. "Fuck, baby, you look so hot." He says and walks over to me. "You think so?" I say and he bites his lip as he places his hands on my waist. "Absolutely." He replies and I smile before he smashes his lips into mine. I pull away from the kiss and tell him to get on the bed, he does so without hesitation.

I crawl onto the bed and straddle his lap before grinding my hips on his. I can feel him get harder the more I do it as I suck at the skin on his neck. "Fuck," he breaths as I pull away revealing a beautiful purple mark on his neck.
"What?" I say and grind my hips on his again. "You know what." He says and tries to take control. "No, no, my turn." I say and get off his lap. I move my body down on the bed and slowly undo his jeans before pulling them and his boxers off. I throw them on the floor and get back to what I was planning on doing.

I move my head down, making him moan as I lick a strip up his length before taking his tip into my mouth. "Shit, princess," he says as I take more of him in. I bob my head up and down swirling my tongue around his tip before taking his whole length into my mouth. He thrusts his hips up making him hit the back of my throat again but I, Louis William Tomlinson, do not gag. He holds my head down and I know he's close. I take him out of my mouth and jerk him off before going back to my wonderful blow job.

"Fuck, Lou, I'm gonna cum," he says with his eyes closed before holding my head down again making me swallow every last drop that shoots down my throat. I take him out of my mouth, swirling my tongue on his tip one last time before sitting up and wiping my mouth. "Damn, princess, now it's my turn to make you cum. Hard." He says and I gulp before going back to the top of the bed.

****smut over****

After I actually, physically can't go on, Harry and I lay side my side in our bed. "Good birthday sex?" I say teasingly with a smile and completely out of breath. "Best birthday sex." He replies and smiles back for kissing me softly on the lips.

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Okay soooooo I've been listening to Copy of a Copy of a Copy for two days straight now and honestly, it's one of the best songs I've ever heard. Like I said in the last authors note, bless our talented baby 🥺💛💛

Stay safe, stay healthy, stay you!

All my love x