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Louis saw his two friends and approached by the lockers the next morning before first period. Lexie stopped talking as soon as Louis came to stand next to them.

"Louis..." she started out carefully as if she were diffusing a bomb, "are you really dating Ashley?"

The boys looked at each other and burst out laughing so hard that Louis had to put his hand on Liam's shoulder and gasp for air. Liam was the first to speak, "Who started that rumor? That's outrageous!"

As soon as Louis calmed down enough to speak he playfully answered Lexie who was standing there, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as she looked at him.

"It's not real. Don't believe everything you hear babe. Do you seriously think I would date that annoying basic that I don't even know? Come on, where did you hear that?"

"I was just asking! I heard it from..." she paused and her face reddened. "Ashley's best friend in homeroom. Damnit how was I so gullible? Ugh, sorry I've been gone a week and-"

"Lexie it's okay I love you, but have some faith in me. I'll have to set it straight. I won't let these rumors drag me down."

Liam nodded, "Seriously what the hell is wrong with those two? Are they just hell bent on ruining your life? Take a fucking hint, he doesn't want you. Bye basic be gone." They all started laughing again and then Louis noticed what Lexie was wearing.

"Lexie what the fuck, why are you wearing a jersey for the US women's soccer team? You don't even watch soccer. You go to my games with Liam but never know who won at the end, or anything that happened during. Too busy fangirling over Mr. Horan."

Lexie had been fond of Mr. Horan for years now, but she always kept it under wraps, simply admiring from afar and venting her frustrations to Louis and Liam while she laid on her bed with an arm flung across her forehead dramatically for a few minutes. Then it was on to other topics far more important as far as Louis and Liam were concerned, such as which color would be the new black that season. Lexie didn't know that Louis was gay, or at least didn't say it. She would ask him for fashion advice and said he was the most classy and sassy guy at school.

Her cheeks were pink with embarassment. "Well, I kind of tested out of Spanish last week so I could transfer into your gym class Louis." The boy got excited and hugged her.

"Yay Lexie! Oh my god that's so exciting but how the fuck did you manage that?"

She shrugged. "Feebie watches so much Spanish tv it must have filtered into my brain. Little diva perched on her zebra bean bag, guess she ships me and Mr. Horan."

"How does Feebie change the channels Lexie, are you serious?" Liam asked.

"She isn't stupid okay Liam, she just steps on the remote until it gets to the channel with all the people speaking rapid fire Spanish."

Louis giggled. "Okay I seriously doubt that, I'll have to see it with my own eyes at some point."

"Well believe it or not, I'm coming with you first period." She smiled and ran a hand through her blonde hair, straightening out her jersey and gym shorts.

"Come on then. Can't wait to see you throw yourself at the gym teacher."

Louis and Lexie managed to get on the same team, and when Mr. Horan told her, "Great catch, Lexie!" and beamed at her, a pink blush slowly crept up her cheeks and she cleared her throat.

"Thank you, Mr. Horan! I've been practicing."

Louis coughed and muttered, "Bullshit."

"Be quiet," she whispered back playfully. "You know you ship Nexie."

"Nexie, what the fuck is that?"

"Niall and Lexie of course."

"How do you even know his first name?" Louis stared at her face that was growing more red by the second.

"Well, I kind of... looked him up in the phone book, I wanted to know, okay!" She defended herself before deflecting the basketball from smacking Louis right in the face. "Now pay attention Lou before you get knocked out," she teased.

He picked it up from where it was bouncing low on the floor and tossed it to some random person, cringing when Mr. Horan called out, "Louis, they weren't even on your team! Get your head in the game like your friend Lexie." The girl let out a tiny squeal and Louis lightly pushed her shoulder.

Pretty hard to get your head in the game when you've got a dirty fantasy running through your mind since yesterday afternoon, Louis thought to himself. He had dreamed last night about all the different ways it could possibly happen, what Mr. Styles would say, if he would like it. How good it would feel. He bet he would like it, in fact he would probably love what Louis was going to ask for. He'd get to be such a daddy, and just own him. Could it be 2 pm yet?

Louis and Lexie parted ways after class, and he swore there was more pep in her step as Mr. Horan smiled at her and commended her for a great effort for first class.

"You know you ship it Louis," she whispered and then she was off.

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Louis seriously needed to catch up on homework he realized, and spent most of his lunch period ignoring his friends and eating while he tried to get as much work done as he possibly could. He even managed to do his chemistry worksheet, who knew? He smiled wondering if Mr. Styles would punish him if he started to fail the class. Or maybe he would get an A for effort?

-

He entered the classroom, first there as usual, after the agonizingly long day to see Mr. Styles hefting a big sack of potatoes onto the table in the front. Okay? Were they making stew?

"Good afternoon Louis. Nice to see you," he greeted with a small, knowing smile. He seemed as if he had been doing a little fantasizing himself that day, as his eyes subtly moved up and down Louis' body.

"Oh hi Mr. Styles. Um what are we doing today?" Mr. Styles ripped open the bag and then a package of batteries.

"We're going to conduct electricity through these potatoes with wires and a battery. I just love to get my hands dirty, don't you Louis?" Goddamnit Mr. Styles. How could you?

Well Louis could give just as good as he could get. "I do. It's probably going to be a tight fit though, wouldn't it? To push the wires in. Maybe you could help me with mine later." And with that he turned and walked to his seat. Two could play at that game.

As soon as Ashley sat down, Louis was turning to her and hissing quietly, "Ashley what the fuck is this stupid rumor you and your basic bestie are spreading around about me? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she responded with sickly sweetness.

"Listen here Ashley. I've had enough of this bullshit. Did you ever think that maybe telling other people lies about me might hurt me, or people I care about? No one gives a fuck about you, least not me, so do me a favor and keep your mouth shut about something you don't have and never will." He took a deep breath after his epic speech. Whoa. He had seriously needed to get that out. He heard a dramatic gasp and turned to see her slack jawed and staring.

"I... I..."

"Save it for someone who gives a damn, sweetheart," he retorted. Again, he thought to himself, for the fucking love of god, can it be 2 pm yet?

He actually needed help with his project. Well fuck me, he thought. Who knew my sarcasm would come back to bite me in the ass. Mr. Styles helped him as he struggled to put it together, leaning over from behind and carefully assembling it for him, instructing quietly on where he had gone wrong.

"You'll get the hang of it. Maybe next one will be easier." He patted him on the shoulder and moved on, as if he hadn't just slayed Louis' entire existence. The bell finally rang and Louis couldn't help but smile as he watched students leave, one by one. Once they were alone, Mr. Styles went and shut the door, locking it and met Louis at his desk that the boy had not wasted any time getting to.

He wrapped an arm around Louis' waist and pulled him in for a heated kiss, then broke away and smirked. "So Louis, do you have an answer for me?"

"I do," Louis replied.

"Well go ahead. Can't wait to hear it."

"The other day, in class, when um you were wearing all black and you looked really good." He blushed at having to say all this. "I was imagining you bending me over your desk and... fucking me from behind. Hard."

Mr. Styles cleared his throat loudly. "Fuck. That's hot." He paused and stroked a hand down Louis' arm. "I wanted to do that the first day I saw you, when you wrapped your lips around me. Wanted to wreck you." He pulled his chair out and pushed it towards the wall out of the way.

"You want me to bend you over right here," he shoved papers aside, clearing a space on his desk, "right now, and fuck you like the dirty boy you are?" He dipped his head down and sucked on Louis' collarbone, while he waited for an answer.

"Please, daddy, fuck me!" Louis begged quietly, tugging lightly on his hair, pulling some waves out of place and then smoothing them back in, realizing what that would look like if Mr. Styles walked out later, hair all messed up that way.

Mr. Styles spun him around, placing his hand on Louis' upper back and bent him over to lie on the desk face down, cheek pressed against the cool wood. He yanked Louis' pants and boxers off and slipped his finger in between the curve of his ass, pushing inside. "Is this what you think about when you touch yourself, Louis? Getting bent over your daddy's desk and fucked dirty?"

"I don't touch myself daddy, I don't need to you f-fuck me so good," he stuttered out, distracted by now two fingers rubbing against his prostate.

"Good. Take what your daddy gives you and like it." He moved his fingers deeper and pulled them almost all the way out, Louis whimpering and pushing back for it. "You want me to fuck you from behind until you cum so hard you wanna scream?" He thrust his fingers back into Louis and rubbed his fingertips on his prostate, making him jerk. Mr. Styles reached around and grabbed Louis' hard cock, rubbing the precum all over it with his thumb and squeezing. "How badly do you want it?"

"I think about it all the time, please daddy I need it, need you," Louis practically whispered, mindful they were at school, and there could be people passing by in the hall at any moment.

Mr. Styles slowly withdrew his fingers and rustled around. Louis heard the rip of the condom wrapper and snap from the bottle of lube being opened. A minute later he was gripping Louis' hips and slowly pressing into him, the boy's small hands gripped the furthest edge of the desk.

He whimpered quietly and pushed back, earning a sharp slap on his ass. "Be quiet, if you wanna get wrecked at school you better keep it down." He pulled out and thrust back into Louis, and the boy bit down on his bottom lip harshly, stifling his noises each time he felt Mr. Styles brush across his most sensitive area.

He started to get rougher, each thrust quicker and deep. He moved a hand up to grip Louis' hair and pull him back every now and again. It felt so wonderfully full, Louis gasped when Mr. Styles reached down to cup his balls and groaned, "Oh f-fuck, daddy." The hand was removed and pressed over his mouth.

"I said, be quiet Louis. Do you want everyone to hear how good you're getting fucked right now? Is that what you want?" He pulled out and thrust into him again, Louis now letting it out against the large hand covering his mouth. He whined and moved further onto the desk to get friction, rubbing his hard cock across the surface.

The only sounds heard now were skin on skin, and the muffled moans of Louis as he got what he had fantasized about so often, bent over and absolutely ruined with hard thrusts where this man had sat every day, surrounded by dozens of completely oblivious students. Now every time he was in class he could look at that desk, look at Mr. Styles and think how that was where he got wrecked. Where he got it so hard that Mr. Styles had to put a hand over his mouth to silence him.

He felt so fucking good, he started getting dirty and stuck his tongue out, licking across the broad palm covering his mouth. Mr. Styles leaned down so he could hear, and whispered, "Close, baby? I can feel how tight you are, feel you squeezing my cock." Louis nodded his head and pushed back again. Mr. Styles straightened back up and thrust into Louis quickly now, making the boy get pushed practically on top of the desk. The man's fingers were digging into his hips, then Louis felt him come and that was it, he let out a muted scream into his palm as he came.

He came so hard he was shaking, just lying on the desk still as Mr. Styles slowly pulled out of him and the condom was tossed in the trash, crinkled papers put on top after it.

"Come on Louis, stand up." Mr. Styles grabbed ahold of Louis' shoulders and helped him stand on shaking legs.

Louis turned around and sat back against the desk, breathing hard, chest heaving. "S-so good, daddy," he whispered hoarsely. Mr. Styles got dressed and smirked, looking him up and down.

"Was it just like you imagined Louis? You look pretty wrecked right now."

"No, better." He finally stood up properly and got dressed, realizing the state the desk must be in right now, he turned to see his come on it.

"Oops."

He took some tissues and cleaned it off, throwing them away. Mr. Styles' hands holding his hips, he felt a kiss pressed to his neck just below his ear. "You're going to your practice today, right?"

"Yes, daddy. I am."

"I have something for you for tomorrow."

He looked over, curious as Mr. Styles reached into his bag and pulled something out. It was small and fit in the palm of his hand.

"What is that?" Louis asked, confused.

"It's a plug Louis. And you're going to put it in that amazing ass of yours tomorrow, right before class and get nice and opened up for me. Try not to get too hard. Think about girls or something, I don't know."

Louis took and examined it, then put it in his bag in a little zip up pocket. As he was walking towards the door he turned around. "Um, is it... is it gonna hurt?"

"No, it won't hurt. In fact, it will feel so good you'll be begging for me by the end of the day."