Harry opens the first magical preschool that adheres to both magical and non-magical kids of wizarding families. When Draco enrolls his son Scorpius things take an interesting turn in Harry and Draco’s lives when parent teacher conference rolls around.
His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.
His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."
He unbuttoned the belt that held his pants, dropping it, sliding his boxer at the same time. The way Harry sucks on one of his fingers and moans in anticipation is making it even more difficult.
It felt so good, but so bad at the same time. Seeing the boy's face of pleasure as he masturbated on him was all Louis’ could think. It was a madness, and he knew it, but the fact is, he's enjoying it so much.
No one made him feel this way, and none looked so sexy in panties.
”Can I touch you? I want to touch you.” Harry gasped.
“No, baby. You can’t. You're just going to watch.
Harry pumped involuntarily, then bit his lower lip as he brought his face closer to Louis’ crotch. “Can I suck?”
Louis smiled and denied as he masturbated harder. “No, baby. You can't suck... not yet.”
Harry crossed his arms, pouting again. “You won't let me do anything! You just touch yourself and look at me, I want you to touch me, and I want to touch you. Please, let me touch you, Louis!”
Louis bit his lip, his free hand caressing Harry’s hot and flushed face. “You’re not ready for this yet. But you know what, baby?”
“You gonna love it”
Princley Hotels is a worldwide, international and prestigious company owned by Geoff Payne.
Liam was his only son and sole heir to the company. Yet earning $40,000,000,000 a year doesn't satisfy the rich boy. Liam wanted something else. He craved something more. He needed something extra.
Harry Styles is an innocent boy from Holmes Chapel who was just looking for a job. He thought a job as personal assistant to Liam Payne was too good to refuse
Not long after, Harry discovers what hidden extras come with the job. Or the person you work for.
(This does have some sexual content but it is primarily marked as mature for the unhealthy portrayal of relationships. Nothing about the relationships should be endorsed or considered appropriate).
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
30 Jun 2020
''You've got a big mouth on you, princess. Why don't you put it to good use? Tomorrow night at my place?''
Harry gaped at Louis and clenched his fists. ''I'd rather not have you fuck me and then dump me like a cheap whore, thank you very much.'' He spat before walking away again.
''Princess?'' Louis called after the boy.
''What!'' Harry snapped.
''You forgot to close your locker.''
Harry rushed back with red cheeks and his bottom lip between his teeth as Louis leaned against the locker next to his and stared at his bottom half without any shame.
''How rude.'' He whispered under his breath before he scoffed and quickly scurried away.
Louis' smirk fell and he growled.
He will fuck Harry. And when he does, he'll show him who's boss and who's not.
Or in which Louis is a player and Harry is a feminine boy's still a virgin and Louis will so anything to take that from him.
Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.
He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.
“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”