Ed gave an oof as he was slammed forward into his locker. "Hey, Eddie. Hair's looking extra bright today," Zayn taunted as he tugged and mussed the shy boy's hair. Ed attempted to cover his head to fend off the attack while Liam grabbed the nose of Niall's glasses and slid them off his face and onto the floor.

"Neil," he scolded. "Be more careful, or something might-" Liam posed a foot over the delicate spectacles, "happen."

"Stop it," Louis commanded from between his two friends. "Leave them alone."

Liam held the short, curvy lad's gaze for a long moment as his jaw clenched before he removed his foot. "Of course, Lewis," he grit out.

That power. It was something Louis was still getting used to. And he owed it all to-

"Hey, baby."

Louis couldn't help his smile as his boyfriend came and wrapped strong arms around his waist and buried his face in Louis' neck. "Harry," he mused. "Stop, stop." He fought him off half-heartedly while Harry kissed up his neck.

After growling and biting at his earlobe in fond reprimand, Harry greeted his friends. "What are you guys up to?" he asked knowingly. Harry wasn't dumb. He knew how his friends treated Louis' friends, how they acted when he wasn't around. He glanced down and saw Niall's glasses on the floor next to Liam's foot. "Oh, Niall, I think you dropped something. Hey, Liam, why don't you be a lad and pick those up for him?"

Liam's lips pressed together, and Ed hid a laugh behind his hand. "Yeah, sure, mate," he allowed begrudgingly. The broad boy bent down and picked them up, handing them to Niall more forcefully than necessary.

Harry turned Louis around and kissed the tip of his nose. "Are you coming to my match after school?"

Louis twisted his fingers in the practice kit all the football players wore to school on game days. "Of course," Louis assured. "But I've got theatre practice first, so I won't be able to see you before the game." Louis pouted a lip out at his sad news, and Harry's eyes lit up before he surged forward and nibbled on it.

Zayn scoffed and rolled his eyes. "What a nerd," he mumbled.

Harry flicked his eyes over to the darker boy as he kissed his boyfriend. Once he broke apart, he leveled Zayn with a look. "Z, I'm definitely going to the play, and I'm pretty sure you're coming with me." He raised a brow in challenge, and watched as Zayn fumbled for something to say.

Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Sure, Haz. Love to."

"Great," he chipped and raked easy fingers through the back of Louis' hair. "I'll see you at lunch, honey," Harry cooed. Louis nodded and tucked his smile into Harry's neck just as the bell rang.

***

He joined the rest of the students in the stand, shimming into his usual place on the front row where the team's WAGs of sorts cheered for their men. A few of them greeted him, but most of them just ignored him like they usually did. Louis would rather be sitting at the very top of the bleachers like he used to, but Harry kept told him that looking over and being able to see him was what made him play so well. Louis never brought up that he was the top scorer on their team even before they got together.

The teams were on the field, warming up or kicking balls around on the sidelines with only a few minutes until the first whistle. Louis had rushed from the drama hall to the stadium on the edge of the school grounds the moment he was dismissed from practice. He didn't even have time to change into his usual attire for Harry's games: a kit with Styles printed across the back. It was possessive and a little misogynistic, but Louis would do it every time for the way Harry's eyes raked over him from the pitch.

When Harry spotted him, he came jogging over, raising on his toes as Louis leaned down so Harry could press a kiss to his lips. "You made it," Harry enthused.

"I said I would," Louis reminded. "Sorry I'm not dressed."

Harry hummed in acknowledgement. "Yeah, sad. Guess you'll just have to cheer extra loud to make it up to me," he compromised with a wink. Louis' cheeks flushed pink, and he nodded with a smile. The ref blew a whistle to gather up the players, and Harry straightened, suddenly in a different state of mind. "I'll see you after. Love you."

"I love you," Louis sent as Harry ran off, settling back in his seat. Harry got into position, center forward, and bounced on the balls of his feet before going to the midfield line to face his opponent for kick off. Louis always startled at the beginning whistle, every time. Probably because he always got a bit lost in the curve of Harry's thick thighs in his shorts, or the way one curl always fell out of the bottom of his bun and bounced against his neck, so, by the time the referee blew the whistle, Louis was hypnotized.

The game went pretty much like Louis expected. Their school had only conceded one match in the entire season, and Harry happened to be injured that game. It was Harry's least favorite game, but probably Louis' favorite. He got to watch Harry, ankle wrapped tight in a bandage, wave his arms around passionately as he watched his teammates run around like lost chickens without him. It's not like the rest of the team wasn't good, but Harry just made them- better.

This time, though, they were pressing from the first minute. Shots on goal that turned into goals, two-on-one's that turned into favorable corner kicks. By the time the last stoppage minute ticked by and the ref blew his whistle for the last time, Harry was sweaty and grinning so wide Louis could see it from the stands.

He stepped forward to the railing as his boyfriend ran over, same as every other game, to climb up the metal wall and plant a big one on Louis' lips. Other players were coming over to say hello to friends and partners, but Louis was lost in the taste of sweat on Harry's upper lip, the firm, hot hand on the back of his neck. He moaned into the kiss, almost embarrassed at its intensity for a public place.

Harry popped his lips as he pulled back and rattled the railing, making Louis roll his eyes. "Did you see us? God, we're good," he mused.

"You are good," Louis agreed as he leaned into his boyfriend. "Very good. I'm proud."

"Yeah?" Harry wondered, smile growing ever wider.

"'Course, love," Louis confirmed. "You're amazing."

Harry bit down on his lip and jumped down onto the grass again. "You're amazing," he countered and pointed up triumphantly at the smaller boy. "Come to the locker room and wait for me?" Louis nodded, and Harry just paused to look at him for a moment before shaking his head fondly and running off.

Louis wanted to just fall out flat, starfish on the dented, sticky aluminum floor of the bleachers and smile at the fading sun. He had literally the best boyfriend in the world. Instead, he muddled through the crowd leaving the stands and across the field to the boys' locker room. He leaned against the brick wall next to the entrance and waited, like he always did, for Harry to come out clean with wet hair and his bag slung over a shoulder.

But Harry didn't come. Player after player filtered out, either nodding at Louis, or ignoring him completely. Finally, Liam walked out and flicked Louis' arm. "He's inside. Wants to see you." Louis raised a questioning brow, but Liam just shrugged and walked off with a roll of his eyes. The blue-eyed boy looked at Liam's receding back for a few seconds before pushing open the door and entering the cool, tiled locker room.

"Haz?" he called as he walked past the entrance and into the open area. "Babe?" Louis lost his next words as he was swept up and pushed against the wall of lockers, front covered by Harry's body in an instant.

"So fucking hot," he complimented, words tickling Louis' skin as he brushed open-mouth kisses along his neck.

Louis let his head loll back, a hand grasped in the hem of Harry's clean tee. "Harry, someone might-"

"They've all gone. I made sure." He grabbed Louis' hip and pulled them together. "I'm so hyped, I could just-" He growled and smashed his mouth against Louis'. There wasn't much Louis could do except let Harry roam his body. He clawed at Harry's hip as the taller lad pushed a thigh between his legs, grinding their fronts together. Louis moaned and licked across the seam of Harry's lips. "Come here," Harry demanded and picked Louis up under his thighs, wrapping his enticing legs around his hips before turning and walking them over to the bench seat on the far wall.

He swung a leg over the seat and sat down with Louis in his lap. Harry kept their lips moving as Louis tucked fingers against his stomach and pulled Harry's shirt over his head. He was back on his boy's slick mouth in moments, swallowing the sounds Louis made as best he could while he reached a hand down and opened his bag, searching through it blindly until he yanked a wad of fabric from the contents. He leaned forward and laid Louis down on the bench. "Get your clothes off. I want you to wear this." He let the practice kit he'd worn to class that day hang from his hand. As Louis worked on shimmying out of his jeans, Harry went on. "I'm going to have to bring one to every game to make sure you've got something to wear on the sidelines. Can't have my baby going without my name on your back."

"Harry," he sighed at the declaration, and pulled his shirt over his head before falling back to the seat. "Give it to me," he asked and made a grabby hand at it. Harry smirked and curled a finger for Louis to sit up. The tan lad leaned up and let Harry pull the jersey over his head. He sat there with his legs over Harry's thighs in nothing but his pants and Harry's name. "How's it look?" he asked and shifted it on his shoulders.

Harry's eyes combed over Louis' body, resting at his lap for a second before coming back up to his eyes. "Perfect. Turn around." He helped Louis reposition so he was sitting with his back to Harry before pushing between his shoulder blades to lay him forward. "That perfect body," Harry awed and swiped a hand over his name on Louis' back. In reality, Louis was pudgy, a pocket at the bottom of his tummy he couldn't shake, thighs that brushed together when he walked; his ass jiggled with every step he took no matter how stiffly he walked, but Harry always told him that it just gave him more to hold, more to kiss, more to bite.

Louis pillowed his forearms under his head and lifted up on his toes as Harry grabbed two handfuls of his ass. "It's not perfect, not even close," Louis complained.

The green-eyed lad gave Louis a spanking for that. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about, so watch it." Louis hid his smile in his arm and let Harry slide his pants over the curve of his ass until they bunched up at the tops of his thighs. "I go crazy over your body, baby," he urged, voice rough. "Just getting to look at you makes me hard." Louis scoffed in disbelief, so Harry laid over his back and rocked his hips against Louis' ass. "I swear, baby girl, you're perfect for me."

Louis shook his head at the nickname, one Harry only used when they were alone and Louis was bent for him. He mewled at the affection, reaching a hand back and pulling Harry closer by his loose trackies. "Harry, let me-" He cut off and swiveled his ass into his boyfriend's lap. "Let me ride you."

Harry grabbed a handful of Louis' soft hair and yanked him up. "What a great idea, love." He forced Louis around quickly, laying down as he pulled Louis into his lap. "Lube in my bag, baby." He stroked Louis' thighs as the smaller lad bent over and searched Harry's duffle for the supplies. The football player reached under Louis' pants and pulled his dick out, wrapping his fingers around Louis' semi and coaxing him to full hardness.

The pixie boy moaned and planted a hand on Harry's chest for support as he came back with the bottle of lube. Louis pushed his dick through Harry's fist while he opened the lube and drizzled it over two fingers. Harry licked over his lips and used his other hand to toy with Louis balls lightly. "Gonna ride your fingers for me? Bounce on them like you'll bounce on my cock?"

Louis paused and exhaled slowly with his eyes closed before continuing, reaching behind himself and circling his fingers around his rim to get it wet. He hummed lowly at the pleasure of it mixed with the slow, dry rub of Harry's hand on his dick. As he pushed one inside, he let his jaw drop open before dropping the lube on top of Harry's bag and smacking his hand back onto his boyfriend's chest, wet fingers sliding on his firm muscle. He could feel the tent of Harry in his trousers pressing against the bottom of Louis' thigh.

Soon, he pushed the second in and begged Harry to, "Get your hand wet." Harry was quick to grab the lube and slick up Louis' cock before tugging him faster, making the boy gasp and fuck his fingers in harder. Harry pulled his foreskin over his head and pressed his thumb into the tip. "Oh, God, Harry." He rocked his hips back and forth between his fingers and Harry's hand until his thighs shook.

When Louis pulled his fingers out with a whine, Harry rushed to pulled his trackies and pants down enough to let his dick bob into the air. He slicked himself up and dropped the lube in favor of taking Louis by the hips and sliding his length against the crevice of his lover's cheeks. "Put my dick inside you, baby."

Louis preened and reached back to grab Harry's thick shaft and sit back so the head caught on his rim. He pushed into it, missing and biting his lip in concentration before he aimed blindly again. The moment he felt Harry slip inside, Louis sighed harshly and swallowed thickly. "Push in," Louis requested, and Harry tilted his hips off the bench, sliding deeper inside his boyfriend.

"Such a tight little pussy, baby girl. Fit around Daddy so perfectly," Harry cooed, half lost with his eyes squeezed shut tight and his fingers leaving bruises on Louis' hips. With Louis seated on Harry's lap, balls tucked neatly against his ass, he let both hands go to Harry's chest, holding himself up and looking down at the broad lad as his emerald eyes flickered open.

"Say it again," Louis whispered.

Harry smirked knowingly. "Daddy's baby girl," he purred and circled his hips slowly. Louis' body tightened around Harry, making the top thrust up stiffly. "Ride me, baby," he begged and started moving Louis on top of him. Louis flexed his thighs and lifted onto the balls of his feet as he used his hands on Harry's chest for leverage to lift up and slid back down. Both boys shared a moan at the friction.

Louis did it again, and again, gaining speed and a rhythm the more he did it. Harry hissed when Louis clenched on him, assuming he'd found a good angle for himself, and slid a hand up Louis' shirt to toy with a nipple. The boy with the sky in his eyes snapped his head down to look at Harry darkly. He panted and shivered when Harry twisted hard, making his nipple harden into a nub.

Tilting his lips up teasingly, Harry asked, "You love when Daddy plays with your nipples, don't you? So sensitive." He slipped his other hand around and pressed against Louis' stretched rim, making the boy gasp. "Sensitive nipples, sensitive pussy. You're so responsive for me, baby girl."

Louis only rode him harder, closing his eyes against his arousal. "Daddy," he breathed. "Fuck me."

"Thought I was," Harry taunted, switching to his other nipple and reaching further to massage Louis' taint. "You're just so greedy."

"Yes," Louis agreed immediately. "Need more," he admitted and spread his thighs wantonly

Harry couldn't resist that if he tried. Which, he never did. He brought his feet up to rest on the bench, knees spread comfortably, and caught Louis when he moaned and fell forward. The curvy boy was inches from his face; Harry couldn't pass up the opportunity to kiss him. Louis moaned against his mouth when Harry thrusted into him, shifting the boy in his lap. Harry groaned and wrapped his arms around Louis, holding him close and pounding his ass.

Louis broke the kiss for air, burying his face in Harry's neck and wetting the skin there with his hot breaths. He wiggled his hips, arching his back and looking for that perfect spot. "Don't stop," he begged, like Harry was even considering that as an option.

The sounds of their moans echoed off the metal lockers and tile floor, surrounding them in a harmony of lust and desire. Louis could hear Harry in his ear, whispering filthy things to him, about him, that had Louis twitching on his dick. He dug his nails into Harry's shoulders and pushed as high as he could on his toes to let Harry get deeper. The bottom boy groaned and reached between them to circle his prick in his hand. "Shit, Daddy. Make me come."

Harry planned to do just that. He pushed in harder, the sound of his ass hitting the metal following the sound of his balls slapping against Louis' perky ass, back and forth, harder, faster. "Come for me, baby. My perfect girl. Make Daddy proud and come for me." His words were slurred with heightened heat, but Louis nodded anyway and tugged himself off faster, his hole like a vise on Harry's dick. The curly-headed lad could feel Louis' knuckles swiping against his abs.

Louis sat back hard a few times, murmuring Harry's name before tensing and shooting between them as he tugged on the ends of the few strands of hair falling from Harry's hair tie. Harry groaned at the intensified grip on his cock, fucking Louis hard and deep as he searched for his mouth. He bit down on Louis' bottom lip, pulling him into a bruising kiss as he pulled Louis down on him hard and filled his boy full. His hips twitched, fucking deeper if he could as he rode out his orgasm while Louis finished giving himself a few half-hearted tugs.

Harry melted back down to the bench, feet hitting the floor and cock sliding out of Louis' fucked-open hole. They heaved for air, breathing into each other's mouth for minute. Harry felt his come drip from Louis' hole onto his thigh and reached around to scoop some up. Feeding it to Louis, he popped his lip between his teeth smugly. "That's my girl," he praised and tapped his cheek with his wet fingers.

Louis blushed but leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth messily, moving down his jaw to his ear. "You got your baby girl all wet," he murmured. Harry growled and sat them up abruptly, making more come spill from Louis hole.

"Filthy girl," he scolded lightly. "Let's go get you clean."

Louis wrapped his arms and legs around Harry tighter and let the bigger lad lift them both up and walk them to the showers, where he made Louis keep the kit on while he sucked his boy off before finally washing his tan skin clean, hands wandering over slick flesh and curvy hips.  

***

I changed the req a little on this one but I hope it's still what you wanted! COMMENTS AND VOTES! MWAH!! Xoxo

*Requests are close*