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Louis looked at himself in his full length mirror the next day, styling his side swept fringe after he pulled on his muted blue sweater. It was unseasonably cold for spring. His mind raced with ideas for what he would do for and with Mr. Styles tonight.

"Want to..." he blushed furiously and sighed. He had struggled with this the last time he was asked to be direct by the man too. He reached inside the bunched pockets of his teal pants to push them in all the way and smooth them. "Want you... ugh damnit!" Why was this so difficult? He imagined Mr. Styles' intimidating stare as he waited for an answer. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, just say it already.

He took a deep breath and looked right at himself in the mirror. "Want to deep throat you... then I want you... to fuck me so hard I can't breathe." He smirked at his reflection and repeated himself, whispering of course (because his mom was home) but more smoothly, "Want to deep throat you, then I want you to fuck me so hard I can't breathe." He gave himself a little high five in the mirror and turned away to leave for school and greet the damn day.

Lexie was slumped against her locker in a funk when he approached his group. "What's up with you?" Louis asked.

"Well I got these really cute like fitted Nike gym shorts to wear today and look good for Mr. Horan you know, and my mom picked a fight saying I looked slutty. They weren't even that tight! I brought them with me but I don't know what if she finds out?"

Liam unzipped her backpack and looked inside, gasping excitedly as he pulled out the rolled up pink shorts. "They're so cute oh my god wear them!" Louis nodded in agreement. Pretty cute he'd so wear them. Mr. Styles would probably love him in something so feminine.

"Liam I can't she'd be so mad! I should just return them."

"Can I have them, please? I'll pay you back." Liam held them up to admire. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Fine you owe me fifteen bucks."

Louis nudged Liam as he refolded them to put in his own bag. "You think hot sales boy will like them when you guys have a sleepover?"

"Shut up Lewis I don't even know what he likes yet."

"You never told me his name guys," Lexie pointed out.

"It's Zayn," Liam sighed happily and pulled out his phone to show Lexie a selfie the boy had sent him last night.

"Oh my god he does look like a supermodel what the hell? Don't let that one go Li. Unless he's like a serial killer or something."

Louis added, "Yeah but what if he's good in bed? Gotta weigh the pros and cons."

Liam nodded seriously, "True true." The bell rang and they parted ways, Louis and Lexie going to gym. Lexie rolled her shorts once on the way and he patted her on the back.

"Such a rebel."

The students gathered in a small group as Mr. Horan started speaking. "Alright today we're going to train for the President's fitness test, now if you've forgotten from last year I wanted to show you the exercises. Any volunteers?" Lexie's hand shot up so fast she almost knocked Louis in the face. He was about to tell her to calm down when he remembered his deal and stayed quiet. Mr. Horan scanned the multiple students with hands up and stopped once he reached Lexie, smiling.

"Lexie, thank you come on over." She went to stand next to him, inching a little closer once he'd looked away. "We're going to start with a basic sit up. We'll partner up and I want you to hold the person's feet down so they can do one properly. Lexie could you lie down on your back please? Mat's over there for you." Her eyes widened slightly and Louis put a hand over his mouth to hold back a laugh. Cuts right to the chase, this one, he thought.

Mr. Horan knelt down and kept his hands on her feet to help her as she did a sit up. "Nicely done Lexie. Okay how about a push up? Turn over. You'll want to keep your hands shoulder width apart," he tapped his hand on the mat a little further out to signal her to widen her reach, brushing his pinky against hers.

"Now what you want is for your entire body to be parallel to the floor so bring your hips down a little." Her face flushed pink and Louis hoped he would remember this when he was out of Nexie joke jail. She did her push up and Mr. Horan praised her again, "Good job Lexie, you're in great shape for the test."

"Thank you Mr. Horan, I try!" She turned to beam up at him and he returned the smile. After they had gone through all the exercises the students broke into pairs and practiced them until class was over.

"Nicely done Lexie," Louis repeated Mr. Horan's words, voice light with innocence.

"Don't even think about it Lou," she teased and headed off down the hall. Louis took out his phone and made a new note in his app, entitling it 'things to give Lexie shit about next week.' He added 'twister with Mr. Horan' to the list and exited out.

He didn't really pay attention in his classes to be honest. He was too busy thinking about how he would be like a reverse Cinderella at midnight and get all dressed up and ready for some dirty fun. He strolled into Chemistry class at the end of the day and was met with a smirking Mr. Styles.

"Good afternoon Louis. Would you mind helping me today?" Would you mind touching me? Louis wanted to ask.

"Sure, Mr. Styles!" he answered sweetly with a slight blush and put down his things before approaching the table up front, covered in various containers of liquids and a couple of empty soda bottles. "What's all this?"

"Today we're learning about the relationship between elements with different densities. If you'd like you can be my volunteer. I figured the one liter bottle would be easiest for even your petite hands to fit around," he smirked at Louis as the boy narrowed his eyes, irritated to be teased again. Mr. Styles laughed. "Are you trying to intimidate me Lou?"

The boy stopped glaring, feeling a rush of happiness to hear him use a nickname instead of always saying his name so formally. He smiled back. "Maybe I was."

"A futile effort. Better have a seat, people are arriving." Louis obediently went to sit down. He propped his feet up on the seat next to him, trying to give a rather obvious hint to his stalker to leave him be. When he wasn't looking, head down to go over notes, he felt his feet being pushed off as Ashley sat down and shot him a smile.

"Was trying to give you a hint Ashley, kind of like Blue's Clues, that cartoon where the answer is so obvious even a four year old gets the answer before that idiot Steve does."

"What are you talking about?" She asked, confused.

"Ugh, never mind." He turned to face forward, noticing a look of distaste on his teacher's face. Yeah, you and me both, Louis thought. At least he wouldn't be sitting here for long. Normally he'd hate to be a teacher's pet, but now? Not so much.

"Alright, pay attention let's get started," Mr. Styles called out loudly. "I shouldn't be hearing talking still." And everyone shut up immediately.

"Take out your notebooks we're doing an experiment today and you will be quizzed on the main points afterwards. Louis, I'd like you to assist me please." The boy tried to hide his excitement and joined him up front. He thought he wasn't standing too close till the man tried to move his arm and bumped into Louis.

"Ow," the boy said quietly.

"Sorry Louis, why don't you move over a bit." He smiled down at him. "Alright, now today we're learning about density of water, oil and air and their relation. Louis I'd like you to help while I write on the board." He took two empty bottles in one freaking hand and passed them to Louis who of course had to use both hands. He couldn't lie to himself, the size difference was definitely a turn on. He imagined those hands under his thighs last weekend as he picked him up and –

"Paying attention Louis?" Mr. Styles asked as he picked up a container of water.

"Yes Mr. Styles, sorry." A couple students laughed and Louis gave them a 'fuck you' look, thinking he was getting a better education than any of them ever would.

"Hold one still for me, please." Mr. Styles filled a bottle with water from a container he had. Pay attention, he thought. Stop staring at his goddamn hands. "Craig Burnham was trying to make an hourglass that used water..." Louis zoned out again as Mr. Styles picked up a small tube and held it up between his fingers. The fucking quiz, snap out of it. "...invented a tornado tube," he reached over and screwed it on tightly, then adding the second bottle to the other end, he made an hourglass shape. "Flip it over please." Louis turned it upside down.

"Because the water is more dense, the air pushes it to stay where it is and not release it down to the other side," he dragged his index finger up the bottle on the bottom as he talked, and it dawned on Louis that he really didn't need his help for this technically and was being a fucking tease. "But if you shake it in a spinning, circular motion; I'll help you the first time." Mr. Styles put his hand over the top and shook it, creating a tornado of water as if it were going down a drain, "The air is forced up and makes a vortex like a tornado as the water is pushed down." Oh my god, Louis thought. This man will be the end of me. I'm going to die at the tragic age of eighteen.

"Can you add some of the lamp oil while I write on the board?" Louis just nodded, forgetting how to speak after Mr. Styles said 'forced', 'pushed down' and stroked a fucking bottle Louis was holding. He grabbed the lamp oil and after undoing the tube poured a little in and reattached it. "Now shake it hard Louis." Louis shook it and the oil made the tornado this time, separating from the water. He turned to watch as Mr. Styles, in typical messy as fuck teacher handwriting, summarized his points, saying something about oil and water not mixing.

"Write this down, we're taking a quiz beginning of class tomorrow," he said in his bossiest tone. Louis couldn't wait to be bossed around later. He knew damn well that even though Louis would be telling him what he wanted, that man would find a way to dominate the fuck out of him and tell him what to do still. He believed it more than the experiment he just did. Mr. Styles capped his marker and rest a hand on Louis' shoulder.

"Thank you for helping, can you empty that in the sink?" Louis cleared his throat and of course still squeaked.

"Sure, you're welcome Mr. Styles." Sitting back down, he saw that Ashley had written his notes for him as well, adding hearts to all of the 'i's, and writing 'Ashley Tomlinson' on the header.

"The fuck is this?"

"You owe me, Lou," she smirked at him.

"I don't owe you shit, didn't ask for that," he shot back, erasing the hearts and name and dropping his pencil theatrically on the table with a small clatter. He listened while the man kept talking and just basked in the thick accent as he casually paced the front of the room. Looked pretty fucking good in that shirt, Louis thought, tight across his chest and shoulders. Will look even better on the floor later.

The class ended and Ashley touched his arm. Louis pulled away. "For the last fucking time, don't touch me."

"Walk me to my locker," she demanded.

"Never in a million years," he replied. Guess he would be hanging back a little while after all. He glanced at the front of the room to see a rather annoyed Mr. Styles watching them from his desk.

She huffed, "What are you just gonna sit there so you don't have to walk with me?"

"Now you're getting it," he tilted his head to the side and smiled. She walked away, dramatically moving her hips as always. Louis looked at Mr. Styles again who was drumming his fingers on his desk.

"What was all that about?" He asked as Louis went to shut the door, headed over and dared to reach out and touch Mr. Styles' hand. The man's hard expression softened somewhat.

"She wanted me to walk with her, so I stayed behind," he explained.

"Good," tugging on Louis' hand, he pulled him down to his lap. "Well since you're already here why don't you stay awhile?" Bonus time with Mr. Styles? Louis liked the sound of that. He grabbed the man's collar and leaned in connecting their lips. Louis felt that familiar warmth spreading throughout his body as they moved their lips together. He was rather confident that he was getting better at this, and bit down lightly on the man's full lip, making Mr. Styles moan and pull at Louis' thigh to signal him to face him. Louis got the message and straddled him, memories of his first kiss flooding his mind. Hope Mr. Horan doesn't cockblock again, he thought and smiled into it.

A few minutes later Mr. Styles pulled his hips against his; Louis broke away and whined. "I'm gonna get hard and you're not gonna fuck me yet."

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're right." Louis climbed off of him and grabbed his things. "See you tonight Louis. Don't forget what I asked."

"I didn't daddy," Louis answered quietly so no one else (hopefully) would hear.

He went home and got ready for practice, putting on his black spandex pants that fit like a second skin instead of shorts since it was still chilly. He tossed on his jersey and a beanie that he didn't care about getting gross, then sat eating cold pizza while he read over his notes, making an annoyed sound to see the faint hearts and ridiculous name combination still visible on the paper.

"Louis you should eat more healthily before practice," his mom harassed. Why the fuck did she buy it then?

"Carb loading," he used as an excuse and shoved the rest in his mouth before heading out. Besides he'd be burning off plenty of extra calories tonight, he was sure of that.

Practice was a breeze for him today, considering he hadn't been bent over a desk beforehand. Maybe they could try late nights more often? He'd have to ask if Mr. Styles was willing to have a little sleep deprivation for Louis' sake. He ran faster than last time during their warm ups, right next to his friend Stan, even having enough air to talk every now and again and feeling pretty damn proud of himself. He stifled a laugh as he remembered his request for tonight about getting fucked till he can't breathe.

He owned it when they took turns trying to make goals, putting a lot of power behind his kicks and launching it into the back of the net.

"Good job, Louis, very good," Mr. Horan yelled from the side lines. At the end of practice he approached him and smiled. "If you can keep it up, I'll have you as a starter on Saturday."

Louis grinned, "Okay Mr. Horan! I will!" He ran his hand through his caramel colored hair, piecey from working up a sweat. Pulling an arm across his chest to stretch (he'd done extra push ups), he noted his arms were getting more defined as he got older. Maybe Mr. Styles would shut up about him being little soon enough. A boy can dream.

Once home he showered and shaved, frowning at how quickly he went through razors now that he shaved his legs too. Price to pay for looking good. He got dressed in some snug maroon sweats that really showed off his curves and wore his sweater again, taking a nap since he anticipated being out pretty late tonight, only waking up long enough to eat his dinner and answer a couple texts.

Liam– what the fuck do I wear on Friday I'm freaking out

Lexie– if he likes you he won't care

Liam– you're absolutely no help LOUIS WHAT DO I WEAR

Liam– goddamnit Louis stop admiring yourself in the mirror long enough to answer

Liam- they're having a sale at Hollister everything is 100% off

Lexie– wow really thought that would work

Liam- well same

Louis– don't mess with my darkest fantasies Liam and just wear those nike shorts

Liam– fuck you

Louis– okay fine fine I'll come over tomorrow

Liam– well why not today?

Louis– I'm tired I need beauty sleep now go away please

He put his phone on do not disturb mode and went back to sleep. He woke up a little before midnight and was about to clap his hands in excitement when he remembered he was sneaking out and should maybe shut the fuck up. He took the time to style his hair with a little product, shaping it, and he decided that he looked pretty hot.

Tip toeing down the stairs the last one creaked and he cringed, waiting. When he heard nothing he kept going. On the drive over he repeated what he wanted to say again, feeling like he was rehearsing for a play. A really, really dirty play.

"Want to - deep throat you," he sighed. "Just whatever, I can do this."

Mr. Styles answered the door in nothing but a pair of gym shorts and Louis thought he might very well keel over and die on the doorstep. "Nice to see you Lou, come in." Louis walked by him wordlessly, because what even are words right now?

He turned back to face Mr. Styles and the first thing he said was, "Did you have me help just to tease me?"

The man burst out laughing and grabbed Louis' arm, pulling him in closer, "Maybe I did, but you loved it. Now quit stalling, can't wait to hear your answer."

Louis just stared up at him, before finally admitting, "I'm – I'm nervous. Can you just, um, kiss me first? Please?"

"I think I can do that," he whispered, then he was backing Louis into the wall, and Louis instantly whined because he had come to love walls and his relationship with them when Mr. Styles was around. The man towered over him as he pushed him against it, his bare chest and hips flush with Louis. He captured Louis' lip with his teeth and tugged on it a little. Keeping his hands holding Louis' waist firmly, holding him still, Louis laid his palms across the man's hard chest.

"Need a little warming up first?" He leaned down, skimming his mouth over Louis' neck till he pushed down the collar of his sweater, nipping and sucking, leaving a love bite no one would know about except the two of them. Louis moaned quietly and dragged his fingernails down the man's chest, leaving light pink lines behind. Louis didn't want to be the only one getting marked up.

Mr. Styles pulled back, Louis could see him admiring the sensitive spot before kissing him again, rolling his hips against Louis and earning a muffled cry.

"Well, let's hear it Louis. What do you want?"

Louis panted a little from the intense kiss, "Want to... deep throat... you, and then -" he managed to get out.

"Go on," he prompted.

"Fuck me 'till – 'till I can't breathe," he blushed and fought to keep himself from looking away.

"Holy shit. Yeah, yes," Mr. Styles' gaze lowered to Louis' lips, darker pink and wet from the kiss, then back up to meet his light blue eyes. "Come on." He released Louis' waist and pulled him behind to the living room, probably so the boy could kneel on the soft carpet.

He turned around and pushed on Louis' shoulders. "On your knees." Louis obeyed and got down on his knees, hooking his thumbs into the man's shorts and looking up at him for permission. When Mr. Styles nodded he tugged them down and looked back up one more time, before wrapping his lips around the man's already half hard cock. He circled his tongue around the tip, feeling it swell as the man got even more turned on. He sucked harshly and tasted the pre cum, flicking his tongue to lap it up.

He pulled off. "Tastes good," and damn, where did that come from? He felt a hand on the back of his head, fingers wrapping around some of his hair, and understood, taking more of his daddy into his mouth and sucking harder. He swirled his tongue all around it, getting it nice and wet. Mr. Styles pushed him forward and Louis took all of him in, his entire cock in his small mouth and pushed down into his throat. Gagging a little, his eyes watered.

"There's my good little cock slut."

Louis moaned around it, throat tightening, loving to hear such dirty words. He didn't care if he got called a slut, it was hot and he knew the man didn't mean it in a derogatory way. Mr. Styles started to fuck his mouth a little, and Louis gagged again before controlling the reflex and relaxing into it. His little nose brushed up between the man's hips every time he took him all the way in.

"Doing so good, taking it all like that. You love it, don't you? Love having my cock in your pretty mouth."

Louis hummed in agreement and swallowed several times, giving Mr. Styles that tight feeling as he fucked into his mouth. After awhile he slowly pulled out. "I'm going to come if you don't stop now. Think there's something else you wanted?" He teased him.

Louis stood up and Mr. Styles grabbed his sweater by the hem and pulled it up and off him, eyes travelling over his body appreciatively. "Certainly are filling out nicely, aren't you?"

Louis smiled like he had just found the golden ticket in his chocolate bar. "I did sixty push ups today. Did extra, want to look good for you daddy."

"You already did look good," he complimented before tugging down Louis' sweats. "Know how to show off these curves, don't you?" Louis just blushed.

"Bend over the couch."

Louis gasped, because fuck, getting it from behind was his weakness and Mr. Styles knew it.

L&H

Mr. Styles kicked his shorts off from around his ankles and grabbed his lube and a condom that he of course had handy in the living room. He knelt behind Louis who was waiting, bent over the couch like a good boy, cheek resting on his folded forearms.

Louis' breath hitched in his throat as he felt Mr. Styles run his finger down the curve of his ass, before he squirted some lube on his index finger and touched Louis' rim, circling his finger around first, teasing him.

Louis whined and pushed back, wanting something inside of him. "Patience Louis," Mr. Styles warned. The man pushed the tip of his finger inside Louis a little too easily and stopped his movements. "Louis, what is this?"

My ass, Louis was about to respond like the smart mouth he is, when it dawned on him that the secret was out. He was still stretched. And Mr. Styles knew it.

"I – um, I don't know?" He more asked than answered.

"Don't lie to me. You shouldn't still be this opened up." Proving his point, he easily pushed his finger further inside. "Maybe you let one of your friends fuck you last night? Didn't get enough?" He didn't (entirely) think Louis had done that, but he wanted to see him squirm a little, learn his damn lesson about sneaking around behind his back and breaking the rules.

Louis panicked, what if he wouldn't believe him? "Daddy, no of course not, it was, it was enough I didn't let anyone fuck me! I jerked off and... and used the toy."

Mr. Styles grew irritated. He had specifically told him not to touch himself without permission. To take what he gives him and like it. Louis wouldn't forget that, he wasn't stupid. So why the fuck?

"You know that's not allowed Louis," he used his full name to emphasize how angry he was. "What got you so turned on? Tell me what you did to yourself." He started pumping his finger in and out of Louis, because of course he was still going to fuck him, he just had something else in mind as well now.

Louis swallowed hard. Goddamnit he thought his embarrassment was over. Did he really have to tell him about it? He got distracted as Mr. Styles added another finger, brought back to reality with a sharp smack to his ass that shocked and made him moan from the combination of discomfort and pleasure. Just hard enough to leave a faint pink hand print on Louis' ass for the man to admire.

"Start talking, or you get another one," he rubbed his hand over the already fading print. He knew he hadn't really hurt Louis, would never do that, and Louis' moan had been evidence enough of how much he enjoyed it.

"I was thinking about when y-you put your fingers... in my mouth and how much I like it and I got hard. I had to touch it, I had to I'm sorry daddy!" Louis' voice high and nervous, and Mr. Styles felt a little bad for him, but still, he needed to learn to listen.

"Didn't have to, wanted to. Think you know the difference," he curled his fingers and pressed into Louis' prostate. "Tell me how you did it. I want details."

Goddamnit, Louis thought. "I was, stroking myself and well, I talked-dirtytomyself," he rushed out so quickly he hoped the man wouldn't even hear it, to be honest.

"Oh really? What did you say?" Mr. Styles was so hard his cock was aching now, thinking about his boy touching himself and whispering dirty things to get off.

"I said your name, said daddy," he whispered. "And I said I want it so bad... fuck me harder."

Mr. Styles groaned and added a third finger, as far as he could remember he usually stopped at two but Louis could take it, and he was so fucking turned on now, Louis had gotten off to him and he wasn't even there. So he jammed his fingers into Louis, making the boy cry out loudly.

"Mmhm, bet you did but why did you use the toy too?" He worked him open even more, feeling Louis' muscles tightening and then adjusting.

Louis blushed furiously at this, glad the man couldn't really see his face, "My hand wasn't... enough."

"Find that hard to believe, eighteen year old boy couldn't manage?" He held back his laugh, biting his lip hard, because seriously? No fucking way. Was the sex that good for him?

"You just fill me up so good, I needed it okay! Just fuck me already," Louis said louder, so fucking embarrassed he forgot he was in trouble and probably shouldn't be talking back or demanding to be fucked. He felt Mr. Styles give one last good tap against his prostate and jerked, before he withdrew his fingers.

"Talking back to me Louis? You've been so bad lately. Don't even think about moving while I'm gone," Mr. Styles stood and went upstairs, searching his closet, pushing hangers aside until he grabbed one of his printed, silk scarves and returned to see Louis still bent over, face down, not touching himself. Looks like he was listening now, he thought smugly.

"Hands behind your back and clasped together. You've done enough touching."

Louis obediently moved his hands behind his back, wrists together, knowing what was coming next. And he couldn't fucking wait, but he wasn't about to admit that his punishment was making him so hard he was leaking onto the blanket already.

The man rolled up the scarf somewhat and bound Louis' petite wrists together, admiring how good he looked like this, tied up and ready for a good fucking. "Ready for me to fuck you 'till you can't breathe Louis? You're lucky you still get what you want tonight."

Louis stuttered out, "Y-yes daddy, please." The man tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it over himself, because Louis certainly wasn't in the position to do it himself this time. He slicked himself up with lube and pushed inside him slowly, both of them moaning at the same time. Louis' high sound was such a dramatic contrast to Mr. Styles' lower one. He wrapped an arm around Louis' waist to keep his face from getting smashed into the back of the couch, holding him closer and started thrusting into him at a steady pace.

Louis' mouth was covered somewhat by the blanket and his sounds were muffled by the fabric. "Want to hear those sounds you make," Mr. Styles reached around and tugged the blanket from under his face. "Show me how good it feels." He rolled his hips, pressing up against Louis' tied up hands and the boy whined loudly.

"You like being tied up don't you? Like being punished," he fucked into him roughly, arm wrapped tight around Louis' small waist, hand gripping his hip to keep him somewhat still.

"Yes daddy, I love it!" Louis felt so fucking good, loved being held onto so tightly. It was new, it was different and exciting. He couldn't move at all, not his hands that were clasped together, not his arms flush against Mr. Styles' muscled body, and the arm around his waist kept him completely helpless.

Mr. Styles was panting as he fucked Louis harder, the small boy getting pushed up against the couch and whining softly from the pleasure. He changed his angle, felt himself hit that spot and Louis screamed loudly, rushing his words out after.

"Oh fuck, right there daddy!" The man smirked at having found just the right place, he always found it, knew Louis' body so well already and did it again, thrusting into the same spot and sliding past it. He felt Louis shaking against him as he whimpered. He sounded so overwhelmed by it all.

"Alright Louis?"

"Y-yeah," and Louis wouldn't admit it, but it was almost too much, it felt so good. The only thing keeping him anchored to reality right now was the rough scratching of the carpet on his knees every time Mr. Styles thrust into him. He welcomed it really, almost lost in the intense pleasure. He loved being dominated, loved feeling like he had no control or power when his daddy fucked him. It was so hot he could barely stand it.

"So tight around me, do you want to come, Louis?" Mr. Styles bit his lip hard after the question because fuck, he was squeezing him so tightly it almost hurt, but he just kept going.

"Please, daddy, let me come! I need to, need to come!" Louis begged desperately. The man reached around and grabbed ahold of Louis' cock stroking him, a few fingers moving over the tip. He loved feeling Louis come all over his hand, showing him how good he made him feel.

"Go ahead Louis, come for me." Louis clenched tightly around him, screaming out again as he came into his hand, then going slack against his arm holding him up as Mr. Styles kept thrusting into him, chasing his high. A couple more thrusts and he spilled into the condom with a groan then slowed down and stopped. He gently laid Louis on the couch and pulled out, untying the scarf from around Louis' wrists.

That might have been the best experience yet, Louis decided. He stayed lying on the couch, trying to catch his breath, his throat a little sore from screaming. A gentle hand tugged at his shoulder to get him up after a minute, and he stood on shaky legs, getting dressed. He watched Mr. Styles throw away the condom and pull his shorts back on.

"So Louis, are you going to be touching yourself anymore?" He smirked, already knowing the answer.

"No, daddy, I won't."

The man came over and ran his hands through Louis' hair that was looking a little wild between the product in it and the rough sex.

"Like your hair this way, looks good Louis," he complimented him.

"Thank you daddy. Um, can I – can I get my ball back now?" He asked hesitantly.

Mr. Styles laughed, "I almost forgot, yes you can." He retrieved it from by his back door and handed it over. Louis was about to leave when he remembered his question.

"Daddy?" And fuck, Mr. Styles loved every time that word came out of his mouth. "Um can I come over after my practices when I have them? I did a lot better today and um, Mr. Horan said I can be a starter if I do well again." The man felt kind of bad then, hadn't realized how much of a toll all the sex had taken on the boy.

"I think that'll work out just fine." Then he remembered his dirty plans for the next day, because he always had something in mind for his beautiful boy. "Don't leave yet." He went upstairs again and grabbed the panties that he had of course, washed for him.

Rejoining Louis who was waiting by the door, he handed them over. "Wear these tomorrow. To school. And I want you to show me you've got them on."

The boy's eyes went wide, "When?"

"During the quiz. Try not to let anyone else see." He winked at Louis and gave him a kiss. "Have a good night Louis."

"Good night daddy," Louis stuffed the lingerie in his pocket and left.

Well fuck me, the boy thought, hope I can pull this one off.