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Thursday morning, Louis held the lavender lace panties up in front of himself, sighing. He was going to wear them. He was going to love it. But he wasn't going to love worrying about them riding up above his pants and possibly showing people fem Louis. He had showered and shaved first, of course. He didn't do fem halfway. He put them on and decided to wear his bright blue form fitting pants, making sure to reach inside and pull the lace down below his waistband.

He was going to wear a white v neck tee when he saw the red love bite on his collar bone exposed and gasped at his stupid mistake. He wore a regular black tee shirt and matching sweatshirt, tying the strings in a cute bow, ensuring no one would see how sexed up he got, bringing boxers for gym class. Why did Mr. Styles have to make his life so wonderfully difficult? He winced slightly on his way out the door and off to school to feel his pants chafing his rug burned knees. Worth it, he decided.

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"... fit great," he heard Liam say as he approached his friends.

"Zayn's vibrator? Thought the date was Friday," Louis responded.

Lexie put a hand in front of her mouth as she laughed and Liam gasped in mock outrage. "How dare – I was talking about the shorts Lexie gave me, I hate you so much sometimes."

Louis shrugged, "I know, but you love me most of the time."

"Still coming over later or will you be... occupied?" Liam asked. Little bastard.

"I think I can squeeze you in between setting the standard for beauty and making everyone cry."

"You're so humble," Lexie remarked.

"Okay but seriously, I'll come over um, I don't know seven? I wanna eat first." And get fucked beforehand of course. Just as important as eating really.

"A lot of homework eh? Gotta prioritize," Liam smirked.

"Yes, Liam. Loads." The bell rang. "Shall we Lexie?" The pair turned and Louis held up his middle finger high in the air behind him as they left.

"So Lexie what's the plan today? Maybe going to ask his sign and –"

"Louis! You promised."

"Alright fine. You know you've really clipped my wings. Can't wait till I can make fun of you again."

"Yeah, love you too Louis." She lightly pushed him and he laughed.

Getting changed in the locker room, Louis was pleased he had thought to go in the stall and change there so he could switch to boxers for now. Didn't need the lace to show while he was playing sports. However, Louis had a little problem. He hadn't brought sweats. He had brought shorts. He mentally face palmed himself, not thrilled to show everyone his scratched up knees. He joined Lexie in the gym and she commented, "What happened to your knees?"

"Um, fell during practice, some asshole shoved me down." Mr. Horan was nearby, and glanced down at Louis' knees and back to his face for a moment, before calling out instructions for dodgeball. Fuck, did he just overhear that? Shit.

Louis was already stressed out and the day had barely begun. He took out his frustrations as he fired balls at the opposite team, and his team ended up winning. When the game was over he ditched the boxers, back to fem Lou, something he had never considered trying before it was suggested. 'Don't knock it 'til you try it,' he thought. He felt like he was the best of both worlds, feminine but masculine at the same time. Sexy. And he couldn't wait to see Mr. Styles get turned on in class when he flashed him, proving he could be that bold, and a good boy who would hopefully be rewarded later for listening.

All throughout the day he would adjust his clothing, he didn't like belts (hated the way they looked under shirts) so he would pull up his pants and tug his shirt over them. The sweatshirt was uncomfortable against the love bite, the heat irritating his skin. He couldn't wait to take it off.

He studied like never before during lunch. He needed to finish first so there wouldn't be some fucker with nothing else to do, looking around boredly. He knew exactly when and how he would show him, and was going to tease the shit out of Mr. Styles while everyone else was unaware.

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He stopped in the bathroom before class, adjusting them perfectly, halfway up his hips. He wanted to make Mr. Styles choke on air. He walked into class and caught the man's gaze, giving a small smile and sitting in his seat to study more. You'd think it was the goddamn SAT's with his amount of dedication. He sighed dramatically when Ashley made her presence known, nudging his foot with hers.

"Can you quiz me?" He didn't bother to look up and felt her tugging on his sweatshirt sleeve. For fuck's sake. If she untied his strings.

"Can you drop out already?"

"Oh please, you would miss out on all this," she gestured to herself.

"I'll pass on that," he responded and pulled his arm out of her grip. "Now please leave me alone I want to do well."

He dared to sneak a glance at Mr. Styles, who luckily was busy counting his stack of quizzes and didn't notice Ashley hanging off of him as always. He hadn't really expected to get an early copy or anything, he knew his teacher played by the rules and wanted Louis to challenge himself whether in soccer, school or not drinking at his house. And that was fine, he was smart and handled himself before Mr. Styles showed up, although his life was far less exciting.

"One minute until we start. If you didn't bring a pencil I have some up here." Louis had one but couldn't resist so he went up to grab one, hitching his pants and giving Mr. Styles a nice view of himself as he slowly turned to walk back to his seat. Let the tease begin. He heard Mr. Styles clear his throat loudly before speaking. Yeah, he sure noticed.

"Okay, put everything away, I don't want to see any notebooks out or you're getting a zero."

Geez this guy was pretty strict. Louis liked it. He felt like he was weird for kind of wanting to see someone get in trouble, and experiencing the Mr. Styles glare. He bit his lip as he watched him walk across the front of the room passing out the quizzes and calling out instructions.

"You get the entire class to finish. Don't forget to write your name clearly on the top. This counts for ten percent of your grade. No talking afterwards, just silent reading of the next chapter." Hope someone talks, Louis thought. What the fuck has my life become?

As soon as he received his he wrote his name and started reading the questions. Not too hard. After he had filled in a bubble he noticed Ashley moving closer out of the corner of his eye. Was she seriously copying him? He leaned forward, putting an arm wrapped around the top of the paper, and noticed he only heard the scratch of her pencil after he had filled in each one on his own. He started to get irritated and put his hand under his chin but she just leaned closer, her hair actually brushing his arm. He looked up, wanting Mr. Styles to notice and cleared his throat lightly.

The man had been scanning the other side of the room and looked at Louis as soon upon hearing the sound. His eyes flickered to Ashley who was looking right at Louis' paper. Not disturbing the others, Mr. Styles stood and came to the back of the room, holding his hand out in front of Ashley.

"Give me your quiz Ashley, you'll receive a zero for obviously cheating." She wasn't so discreet.

"Are you kidding me? This is bullshit," she challenged loudly, but handing it over. Do not fuck up my after school Mr. Styles time you bitch, Louis thought.

"I most certainly am not. And you can go to the office now for being disrespectful and disrupting class. Come up front."

She huffed and followed him to his desk, where he took out the pink slips for in house suspension and filled it out. Someone else's problem tomorrow. He was pleased. She took one more look at him on her way out and he smirked, before getting back to his quiz.

He finished first and made his way to the front of the room. Mr. Styles' eyes were immediately on Louis. The boy leaned across the front of the desk so no one else could see. Placing the paper down and sliding it forward, he bit his lip lightly.

"Think I did really well, Mr. Styles," he whispered, standing up and hooking a thumb in the belt loop at the front of his pants right above his hip and pulling it down low enough to expose a few inches of the pale lavender lace. The man's gaze had followed his hand, and he leaned back in his seat, biting the side of his index finger. Louis even winked, before he let go and adjusted his clothing, turning and heading back to his seat. He snuck another glance at Mr. Styles to see he was subtly chewing on his finger for another moment before regaining his composure and sitting up, checking the time.

"Fifteen minutes," he called out, voice sounding a little off. Still got it, Louis thought smugly and read his book.

"Pencils down, pass your papers to the front please." Louis wished he could have him every class, to boss him around all day. He'd probably die from the sexual frustration though. Louis made his usual show of slowly putting his things away and casually sitting there on his phone, agreeing to have a sleepover with Lexie tomorrow night, thinking he would slip out for some one on one with Mr. Styles, of course.

-

L&H

Louis heard the quiet click of the door locking, one of his favorite sounds in the world, really. He tossed his phone in his bag and stood to walk up front when Mr. Styles came back to him instead.

"Stay right there Louis." He had been thinking about what he would do to him ever since the boy had flashed him, looking up so innocently, but also the furthest from innocent possible. How did he do it? He picked Louis up and sat him on his table.

"How do you manage to look so innocent when you're wearing lingerie, Louis?" He toyed with the little bow tied in his sweatshirt. "You look like a present just waiting to be unwrapped." He pulled lightly and untied it, pushing the sweatshirt off. And okay that was kind of corny, but Mr. Styles could read instructions on assembling a bike and Louis would get hard.

Louis tried to undo his tie for him, but ended up blushing when he fumbled with it. The man just smiled and gently pushed his hands away. "I've got it. Think there's something else you have no problem with." Louis blushed harder, understanding and biting his lip as he undid his belt, pushing down the boxers and getting access, stroking him with his small hands. Mr. Styles wasted no time getting Louis' bright blue pants off. Leaning in to kiss him right under his ear, he mumbled, "With a wardrobe like this, how are the girls still so persistent?" He sucked lightly on his skin and Louis moaned quietly. "Can't say I blame them though." He palmed him through the lace and rubbed his hand slowly.

"You look so fucking good like this." He pushed down Louis' shirt collar and licked over the bite that he was very satisfied to still see easily. "As soon as you showed me, wanted to fuck you right then." He slipped a hand inside, wrapping his fingers around Louis' erection and rubbing a thumb across the head, smearing the pre cum. Louis loved how he always did that, and buried his face in the crook of the man's neck to kiss and bite it, quieting his desperate moans and thrusting forward into the touch.

Mr. Styles pulled away. "Get down and turn around." Louis hopped off the table, no he couldn't step because he was too little, and he blushed again when Mr. Styles noticed and smirked at him. He grabbed Louis by the waist and turned him around, bending him over the surface. Louis dared to look behind him, seeing him take lube out that was conveniently already in his pocket. He sneakily watched him pour it on two fingers, then turned back. He knew better than to be caught watching. He felt the panties being tugged to the side.

"Gonna open you up," he carefully thrust first one finger in and out a little, "then I'm gonna fuck you in these panties, up against the wall like the dirty boy you are."

Louis gasped just to imagine how good that would feel, then there was a second finger pushing inside and moving to open him up. "Would you like that, Louis?" Was that a real question? Why did he always ask? He just nodded quickly and pushed back, earning a gentle slap to his ass, barely making any sound.

"Answer me," he demanded, voice low with lust.

"Y-yes, daddy I would," Louis stammered out as he felt him pressing up against his prostate over and over, glad he had the table to hold him up when his knees went weak. Out of nowhere Louis asked, "Please don't open me up more, um... I wanna feel it... tomorrow." He had remembered he didn't have practice on days before his games, so why not? He wanted to see what it was like. To get it rough.

"It's gonna hurt Louis. Are you sure? Don't you have practice?" He didn't want to hurt him, especially since he was so small and delicate. He just wanted to take care of him, make him feel pleasure.

"Not... before games," Louis managed as Mr. Styles pulled out his fingers, dragging them lightly along his walls.

"Wanna remember getting fucked every time you walk Louis? Every time you sit down? Fuck, that's hot. Get up. Right now." Louis stood on shaky legs and turned around, Mr. Styles looking at him with intense desire. He couldn't wait to feel how tight Louis would be like this. He picked him up, gripping his ass, one hand on his exposed skin from the lace still tugged aside, backing him the few feet into the wall.

Louis let out a small "Uh" as he made contact; it didn't hurt, he just loved being manhandled like this. When Louis kissed him, opening his mouth, just begging to be dominated, all he could focus on was need, needing Mr. Styles to be inside him right now. He clung onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist and squeezing to hold himself up, small hands grasping just the top of his shoulders. He did his best to keep up as Mr. Styles swiped his tongue across his, pressing himself up against Louis, the addition of the lace feeling fucking amazing to both of them. Louis pulled away, gasping, "Please, fuck me right now... I need it."

He was met with a smirk, his panties tugged aside more, slowly pressing into Louis' lubed up entrance, then staying still for a good minute, letting Louis adjust. It hurt. A lot. He closed his eyes and whimpered quietly from the discomfort. But he asked for it, he still wanted it. "Tell me if it's too much." He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of Mr. Styles' neck and pressing his lips to his skin, moaning as the pain subsided and soft curls tickled his face, listening to the praising whispered words to soothe him.

"So good, doing so good, feel amazing." It was a strange combination, soft feathery touch against his face, rubbing himself against the man's hard stomach, and the burning stretch from being so full, almost no prep.

He sensed Louis was ready, hearing the change in the sounds he was making, then Louis gasped out, "I'm ready, daddy."

He gripped Louis firmly and thrust shallowly, at first. Louis looked up at him, finding the man's lips and biting lightly. He gave him a good hard thrust and when Louis gasped loudly he took advantage and shoved his tongue into his mouth, kissing him hard. It felt better than ever, he could really feel him, so tight. And then he realized, he shouldn't be able to feel him this well, and that he had forgotten a condom in his hurry to fuck Louis before really prepping him.

"Louis. Are you sure you were a virgin, before me?" He asked carefully.

"Y-yeah. Why?" He asked, obviously confused.

"Forgot a condom. I'm clean, just making sure you are too?"

"Well, yeah." Louis blushed.

"Gonna fill you up then, wanna let me just fill you up?"

Louis moaned loudly, he wanted it so badly.

"Keep it down," he warned. "Answer me."

"Yes, daddy please! Fill me up." He didn't respond and just thrust harder, because fuck just when he thought it couldn't get any better, now he could really, truly feel him. Every inch as he thrust up into him, pushing him firmly against the wall. He had to concentrate to not cum like right now, wanting to make it last. Louis tilted his head back, closing his eyes, letting out little whimpers and whines with the pleasure of every movement, Mr. Styles kissing down his neck slowly.

Louis loved how the lace was giving him that silky touch again as he would grind down against the man's stomach. At least this time he got to press up against him and he didn't ache like he had that night when he was tormented with teasing.

"Can feel how hard you are Louis," he mumbled against his neck, pressing another kiss. "Gonna come in those panties for me? Make a mess?"

Louis whined and he caught the sound, kissing him hard as Louis came, soaking the fabric that clung onto him. Louis clenched around him so hard he almost lost it, almost shouted because fuck it was so intense this time, and came deep inside Louis. He slowly pulled out and carefully lowered him onto the ground.

Tugging up Louis' tee shirt he admired the cum soaked panties, lightly torn at the back from having been yanked aside so harshly.

"Such a shame we ruined these Louis. Looked so good on you. Guess we'll have to order you some new ones this weekend then?" In his post orgasmic bliss Louis suddenly felt even better for Mr. Styles to confirm that he would be spending the weekend with him again and a slow smile spread across his face.

"I'd like that, daddy."

"Gonna lick you clean." Well, that was something new. Louis leaned back against the wall, watching as the man knelt down and removed the soaked lingerie, Louis stepping out of it as he tossed it on the floor (don't forget about that he thought). He grabbed ahold of Louis' petite hip and also his still somewhat hard erection, dragging his tongue across the tip, tasting him, sliding his lips across his length. When he was done he rubbed a finger under Louis' ass, most of his own cum in the panties. He stood and offered his finger to Louis, who swirled his tongue across, light blue eyes gazing up at him.

"Good boy."

As they were getting dressed, Louis took his boxers out making Mr. Styles smirk. "Were you planning to ruin them Louis?"

"Oh no, daddy." Louis blushed. "Just, needed these for gym."

"I see. Hope you'll be coming over tomorrow night. Certainly will be worth your while." And was he serious?

"It always is, daddy," Louis whispered shyly.

"You'll see what I mean." He bet Louis would scream until he was hoarse this time. He winked and leaned in to give Louis a long kiss, leaving him, as always, to wonder what was going to happen next as he left.

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"Louis thank god you're here," Liam said as he entered his best friend's room that was littered with clothes (trying his best to not let on how he felt like he had been torn in half, but in a good way). Lexie was sitting cross legged on his bed surrounded by several outfits as she sorted through them, and Liam was standing there, one hand on his face, watching her suggestions.

"No, no absolutely not," Louis shook his head as Lexie held up a button down.

"Why not? He'd look nice." She frowned.

"He'd look like he's trying too hard with that one. Alright give me a moment." Louis wandered over to the chair covered in clothes. "For fuck's sake Liam could you have made a bigger mess? How am I supposed to work with this." He went through the pile and came up with a simple white t shirt with a black peace sign on the front in thin lines. "Iron this and wear it with..." He tossed it into Liam's hands and went to his drawers pulling out jeans. "These and don't cuff them it'll look bad."

"But you cuff your pants all the time!" Liam pointed out as Louis went in his closet to find shoes.

"Yeah but I pull it off better, sorry Liam you know it's the truth. You should be glad I noticed before we went out that day." He turned around holding a pair of brown lace up boots. "And you're welcome. Think you can manage boxers and socks?"

Lexie clapped her hands slowly. "That was beautiful Louis. How do you do it?"

Liam disappeared from his room for a moment coming back with an ironing board and setting it up suspiciously close to Louis. He didn't seem to notice as he set the shoes on the floor. "Another day, another slay." He shrugged.

Liam laid the shirt out on the board and cleared his throat loudly. Louis turned to him, realizing. "Do I look like your servant, Liam?"

"I'm gonna fuck it up! Remember I melted that other graphic one I had? Come on, please?" Louis sighed.

"Alright fine. You better marry hot sales boy for all my efforts and adopt like ten dogs," he joked as he turned the shirt inside out first, putting the iron on a low setting.

Liam smiled wistfully as he started to put the rest of his clothes away. "Get a house up in the mountains near a lake, a few beagles so they can go swimming and we can sit on the porch together– "

"Jesus christ, have you picked out your kids' names too?" Louis paused his ironing and laughed so hard his eyes were squinting, drowning out Lexie's affectionate "aww" in the background.

"No of course not Louis be quiet... but the dogs would be Little, Bo and Peep, get it? He thought it was cute."

"Hold up. You've told him all of your stalker fantasies? And he hasn't blocked you yet?" Liam flipped him off.

"Louis leave him alone they're just flirting hush. Do you know where you're going on your date Liam?" She stood and helped him to put away basically his entire wardrobe.

"Well he said it's a surprise but not to eat dinner before. He's picking me up at seven."

"Yeah bet he's got something real nice for you to eat," Louis commented as he picked the shirt up and turned it right side out, grabbing a hanger to put it away.

"Louis! We don't talk dirty... yet," Liam smirked as he closed a drawer.

"See that's the problem Liam. You're supposed to sex him up real nice before you get weird then he doesn't want to leave," Louis explained as he went to put the ironing board away. He returned to see Lexie deep in thought.

"Liam can I ask a personal question?" He nodded.

"Are you – is this like your way of coming out? Like if people you know see you on a date you figure people will just get it?" She smiled lightly, hoping he wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Yeah pretty much," he shrugged. "I want to be myself you know?"

Louis was serious for, well he could probably count on one hand the amount of times he had been serious with Liam. "I'm proud of you Liam. You should do what makes you happy and fuck anyone who tells you otherwise."

"I hope it goes well. You guys would make a cute couple," Lexie added. "I want details on Saturday." They said their good nights and Louis went home, something on the forefront of his mind that was usually ignored for many reasons.

Was he a hypocrite for his advice? Maybe. Advice is easy to give, harder to take. He didn't want to deal with any repercussions of coming out; his family's reaction, bullying, having to fend off male attention now too. At least not yet. When he got home he headed up to bed, for once remembering to be discreet and moving that godforsaken toy from where he'd left it between the bed and the wall, back to his little moccasin.

He stripped down to just his boxer briefs, and glanced in his mirror letting a laugh escape. Evidence of sex was all over his body: his roughed up knees, the faded love bites right next to his hip from when he was teased last weekend, the obvious mark under his collarbone that he had done so well to cover up today, and now of course the lingering pain in his ass. And he didn't mind one bit.

Hopping in bed he frowned slightly as his thoughts kept racing. Did Mr. Styles want someone to see that he was taken? That didn't really make sense. Of course not. That's just what he likes, teasing him and leaving Louis a little different each time, like a reminder for while they were apart that Louis was his.

Mr. Styles was always on his mind, whether consciously or not. Probably would be even with clear skin and never having lingering discomfort. The mysterious, brooding man was so alluring. He wished he knew more about him. He realized he didn't technically know if Mr. Styles was gay or bisexual or what? And if he was married for three years then when the hell had he gotten so knowledgeable about pleasing a man?

He decided he would (somehow) get the courage to ask Mr. Styles his advice for coming out when he stayed over this weekend. It would be nice to have one less thing to hide about himself, and hopefully manage to get Mr. Styles to reveal something about himself as well.