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All high school students look forward to the end of the day, but not the way Louis was as he impatiently tapped his pencil during second to last period. As soon as the bell rang he was out of his seat, rushing to get to Chemistry. Which took a lot of effort considering how hungover he was. He arrived almost breathless and slowed to a casual walk as he strolled in, the first student there.

Mr. Styles was wearing all black. Holy shit. He saw the way Louis was eyefucking him and smirked. "Good afternoon Louis. Like what you see?" Louis blushed and didn't answer, but stood there, not moving to his seat yet. He couldn't decide if it was the best or worst idea of his life:

He wanted to sit front and center, like a good boy with a perfect view of the glory that was this man. Mr. Styles raised an eyebrow, saying quietly, "If you think I'm going to jerk you off before class, I hate to disappoint Louis. The one on one will have to wait till later." He gave him a wink and looked back down to his open textbook, licking his finger and sticking it the page to turn it easily. Louis let out a tiny whimper, hoping Mr. Styles didn't hear, but the man chuckled quietly and shook his head. "Later. Promise. I'll have you screaming my name in no time."

Yep. Definitely back row. Louis hurried to the back and slunk down in his seat, trying to concentrate on reading the chapter he had completely forgotten to go over last night; but he felt Mr. Styles' signature intense gaze on him, and the words just couldn't register in his brain. He gave up with a sigh and pulled out his phone instead, pushing his earbuds in and listening to his new mix of Justin Timberlake.

...I got that tunnel vision for you
I got that tunnel vision, I only see you

Now that I know the truth, what am I supposed to do?

Changing up and breaking all my rules ever since we met

I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone...

Class was like torture for Louis as his eyes followed the man sauntering around the room in his snug black shirt and pants. Looking that good at school should be illegal, he decided. He was lost in a dirty fantasy in which Mr. Styles was bending him over his desk and fucking him hard and fast from behind, when he felt a thin hand take a hold of his wrist, and something cold was dragged across the inside of his forearm. He looked down in surprise to see Ashley quickly scribbling out her phone number on him. In a permanent ink black Sharpie. He pulled his arm away and yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Where has your chill gone?!"

Mr. Styles immediately stopped lecturing and looked towards the commotion to see Louis rubbing angrily at his arm covered in thickly inked numbers, while Ashley sat there, looking rather smug. "Don't deny you want it honey. I would rock your world all you have to do is say yes."

The man's eyes narrowed. "I won't tolerate interruptions in my class. Ashley I'd like you to sit up front today. Move. Now." The girl rolled her eyes and gathered her things, looking back to Louis and mouthing 'Call me' as she made her way to the front of the room. "Without the attitude," the teacher added, tone laced with annoyance.

When class ended Louis scrolled through his texts from Liam asking what he was doing later that night. He started to type a quick response when the door slammed shut and he jumped, looking up to see a very pissed off Mr. Styles locking it and making his way towards him. He hauled Louis up by his arm and backed him the short distance into the wall, pressing himself against the boy and glaring down at him.

"Do you think I like to share, Louis?"

"I'm sorry daddy I swear I didn't even know she was -" he rushed out, his words turned to a whine though as Mr. Styles pushed his thigh in between Louis' legs and rubbed against the boy's length teasingly. The man leaned in closer.

"That's enough Louis. You are mine. No one else's. I'm the only one who gets to do this." He reached a hand down between them and squeezed Louis through his pants making the boy whimper in pleasure.

"And have you been drinking Louis? What a bad boy you are," he said low in his throat, lightly mocking in his disapproval.

Louis opened and shut his mouth several times, not knowing what to say, since he was underage. Mr. Styles just laughed a little, shaking his head. "You are quite the handful. What am I going to do with you Louis?"

His gaze fell upon Louis' marker covered arm that was pressed up against his chest. Mr. Styles caught a hold of Louis' wrist pulling it up to inspect. He pursed his lips as his eyes scanned the thick scribbling and the "A" at the end for Ashley. Louis' breath caught in his throat to see how intensely jealous it made the man. He was pretty intimidating like this. But Louis had to admit, it was pretty hot too. The man interrupted Louis' thoughts as he raised two fingers in front of Louis' mouth. "Suck." He commanded.

Louis obeyed and opened his mouth, letting Mr. Styles push his long fingers in. He watched Louis as he sucked lightly, then pulled them out, smearing the spit across the numbers, making them illegible. "You won't be calling her. Understood?" Louis nodded.

"Yes daddy." The man didn't say anything and reached down to grip Louis' ass with his large hands and hoist him up easily, Louis' legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He kept his back pressed hard against the wall as he kissed him, and the boy immediately opened his mouth, desperate for it. He'd been tossing and turning last night in his bed, brain still buzzing with alcohol and lit up with thought from his unwanted kiss with Liam, and he'd been wanting to feel Mr. Styles' full lips on his own again ever since.

Louis threaded his hands through the man's curls, grabbing handfuls and tugging, making Mr. Styles let out a low moan that Louis answered in kind. He spread his legs as far as he could, Mr. Styles still gripping his ass. "Do you want to feel my cock rubbing against you Louis? You need it don't you? Is this what you want?"

Mr. Styles rutted his hips against the boy he had pinned to the wall, emitting a strangled cry from Louis who was using all of his concentration to keep quiet. "Daddy!"

Mr. Styles took Louis' bottom lip between his teeth, swallowing his words. He bit down lightly, releasing it and running his tongue across hungrily. He pulled away and opened his eyes, darker green with lust. "Now listen to me carefully. You're going to go home. And you aren't going to touch yourself, not once. You are going to be my good little slut tonight, and you're going to show daddy how you only like cock."

Louis gasped dramatically and stuttered "D-daddy... I-I... fuck, yes, okay." Mr. Styles leaned in for another lingering kiss, tongue lapping against Louis' own before lowering him to the floor. The man took a small step back and reached into his pocket.

"Are we... are we gonna -" Louis shyly tried to ask.

Mr. Styles looked up to Louis' eyes and smiled. "Patience is a virtue, Louis. Sometimes the anticipation is almost as good as the release, wouldn't you say?"

Louis let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes daddy, I can wait."

"Good. Now do you have a passcode on your phone?"

Louis just shook his head. "No I haven't really needed one, but I guess..." he felt his cheeks grow hot.

Mr. Styles smirked at how flustered Louis was. They exchanged numbers and he texted to Louis while he was still standing there.

H - 20 Oakwood Drive

Louis glanced down when his phone went off and gulped hard as he read it. This is really happening.

He looked up to Mr. Styles and nodded. "Okay daddy. I'll be there."

"Good boy. 12 am. Don't be late now. Or I'll have to punish you," Mr. Styles murmured in response.

Louis got a sudden impulsive thought to purposely be late, just to see what would happen. He wasn't sure if he would like it though, promises to never hurt him or not. There were plenty of ways other than pain to torture someone, and Louis wasn't sure he wanted to experience any of those things, remembering how Mr. Styles had teased him yesterday 'I'll bet you're just dying to come by now, aren't you Louis?'

Mr. Styles spoke, snapping Louis back to reality. "Now why don't you go home and sleep off that hangover?" He leaned down and brushed his lips against Louis' still slightly tinted pink cheek. "Because I'm gonna wear you out baby. You'll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow morning." He pulled away and Louis quietly whimpered at the thought of Mr. Styles following through on his promise.

"Okay daddy, I will," Louis quickly agreed.

"Go on then. I'll see you later tonight Louis." He gave Louis' ass a quick squeeze before letting him go. Louis turned back to look at Mr. Styles one last time before stepping out the door. Mr. Styles stood there, arms crossed against his chest and watching, like a hungry lion after his unsuspecting prey.

And Louis just couldn't wait for Mr. Styles to devour him whole.

Once home Louis collapsed onto his bed, exhausted from the night before. He set an alarm on vibrate for 11:30 pm, just in case. He soon drifted off to sleep, his dreams picking up where his fantasy of earlier had left off. He whimpered a little in his sleep and frowned, even subconsciously he craved Mr. Styles' touch, his hands all over Louis' body. But he had been a good boy all afternoon and hadn't touched himself. Not when he got to his car, not when he first got home. He wanted to be good for his daddy.

Louis woke up at 7:30 pm when he was called for dinner. He stirred and yawned, slowly sitting up in bed. He felt refreshed and slyly thought to himself, good and proper to get the fucking of a lifetime. He hopped out of bed and went downstairs to eat, digging in enthusiastically. He headed upstairs to shower and forced himself to slow down and take his time. He wanted to look nice for his daddy, and conditioned his hair several times, singing quietly. Once he was clean, he got an idea and reached out to grab his razor from on top of the sink then shaved his legs for the first time. It was kind of tricky but he managed. He bit his lip as he wondered what Mr. Styles would think when he felt how silky smooth Louis' legs would be now. Would he like it? Louis hoped so. He rubbed a sweet smelling lotion in too, for good measure. Looking in the mirror, he had to admit, it was a nice change. He tossed his little hip out to the side and posed.

"Look good enough to get fucked tonight." He laughed to himself nervously at his dumb joke. What if I'm bad at it? He pushed the thought aside and went to get dressed. He stood in front of his closet for twenty minutes. Just as he was pulling a plain white tee shirt from his hanger his phone pinged and his stomach did somersaults. Was that Mr. Styles wanting to see him early? It wasn't even 10 pm yet. He put in his new passcode he had turned on earlier and read the text.

Liam - I hope you're not avoiding me.....

Oh fuck. Louis had forgotten to answer earlier when he was interrupted by the rage that was Mr. Styles.

Me - hii... sorry my phone was still on silent from school... and I passed right the fuck out as soon as I got home. pretty hungover haha.

Liam - ha okay. Yeah I felt kinda like shit today too. It's fine... wyd anyways?

Me - studying for Chemistry class.. ugh this man is gonna be the death of me :0

Liam - sounds exciting haha ..

Me - you have no idea

Liam - do u wanna hang out tomorrow?

Me - sure liam I'll text you

Liam - ok Louis I'll leave u to it then... don't let him ride u too hard haha

Me - lmao ok li... goodnight

Liam - goodnight x

Louis burst out laughing at Liam's last comment, oblivious to the sweet goodbye and just tickled pink by the double meanings of that entire exchange. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Fuck. The last thing he needed was his mom taking longer to fall asleep than usual. He had snuck out before, but not to go have sex with a twenty something year old man. Who happened to be his teacher. Somehow he didn't think this compared to late night joy rides with Liam to get candy and slushies.

He carelessly tossed his phone halfway across the room and it bounced on the bed, almost falling off. He decided to stop overthinking it and just pulled on the white tee and some fitted jogger sweats that made his ass look amazing if he didn't say so himself. He paced his room for a little while, biting at his nails as he looked at the clock on his bedside table.

10:30

"Fuck my life," Louis groaned and tossed himself down on his bed. He fished his earbuds out of the drawer where he had left them and decided to listen to music to pass the time. There was no way in hell he would be able to concentrate enough to do homework. He turned up the volume and watched the clock like it was New Year's Eve and he was waiting for the ball to drop.

His phone vibrated repeatedly when the alarm went off, and he jumped up, feeling incredibly nervous. It was time. He tossed his things in his drawer and shut it quietly before delicately getting out of the bed. He slowly made his way across the room and peeked his head into the hall. All the lights were out, he was in the clear. He got a sly smirk on his face as he made his way down the stairs, skirting the edge to make the least amount of noise.

He took an agonizing amount of time to open and shut the sliding glass door behind him, the almost inaudible whir seeming deafening to him. His heart pounded in his chest. Now that he was outside it was almost worse. Couldn't really explain it if he was caught now.

He didn't hesitate for a second.

He shut his car door behind him with a click and put the car in neutral, letting it start to move backwards down the gradual slope of his driveway. Thank fuck for this hill. Once he was a good couple hundred feet down the road, he dared to turn the engine on and his car made a dull roar. He cringed and immediately looked back to the house. Still all dark. He laughed at his luck and took off into the night, speeding up as he furthered himself from the house, not entirely sure where he was going, but dying to find out.

He slowed once he reached Mr. Styles' road and pulled out his phone to check the address. It was in a very secluded and woodsy part of town, Mr. Styles must like his privacy. Awhile down the road he found the house, set back far from the street; it was a sprawling and modern design with sharp angles and tall windows. It suited the man well, Louis decided.

All of the lights were on, including the front walkway, so Louis just made his way right up to the door and knocked. He heard footsteps approach and the door opened to reveal Mr. Styles still wearing his fitted black button down dress shirt, with four buttons undone and his smooth, lightly tanned chest showing, the small curve of a black tattoo peeking out just over the fabric. He had changed into tight, dark wash skinnies. Louis mouth dropped open slightly, because fuck, just when he thought this man couldn't possibly get any hotter.

"Glad you could make it, why don't you come inside?" He smiled and stepped back, letting Louis in. As soon as the door was shut Mr. Styles was on him, pushing him backwards against it. "Louis," he groaned as he grabbed him by the hair and kissed him. "I've been thinking about you all day. What that pretty mouth can do." Louis reached up and made quick work of undoing the rest of the buttons, eager to see the mysterious tattoo. He pushed the shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. It was a single black and grey shading swallow, long wings flared out behind it, facing inward on his chest. Louis traced his little finger over its flat eyebrow and looked up at the man.

"It kinda looks like you. Does it mean something?"

Mr. Styles smirked. "It is supposed to be me, aren't you keen." He leaned down and peppered light kisses up Louis' neck, pausing to speak in between. "It has three meanings... travel... I'm a long ways from my hometown in Holmes Chapel... it reminds me where home is. Freedom," he sucked lightly on Louis' neck underneath his ear, making the boy gasp in surprise, "To do what I want, with who I want...." he trailed off as he worked at Louis' sensitive skin.

"And the third?" Louis panted, trying to keep his focus on the man's words.

"Fidelity. Swallows mate for life... it's just something I believe in."

"But," Louis was confused now, "There's just the one?"

Mr. Styles pulled back to gaze directly into Louis eyes. "I'm waiting until I've found someone worth marking myself for."

"Oh." Louis blushed. He didn't know Mr. Styles could be so... romantic.

As if he read his thoughts the man suddenly cupped his hands underneath Louis' ass and picked him up, carrying him towards the stairs. "Enough talking. That's not why I asked you to come here tonight." He made his way up the stairs as Louis wrapped his arms around the man's neck and returned the favor, sucking harshly on his neck. "Louis what has gotten into you? So dirty."

He kicked open his bedroom door and crossed the room, laying Louis down on the bed. "One minute, I've got something I think you might like." He disappeared into his walk in closet, reappearing soon after with a plastic bag. He tossed it on the bed next to the boy lying there. "For you." Louis blushed again.

"For me daddy?" He excitedly reached in and pulled out lavender lacy panties, feeling his face become unbearably hot. "Daddy...what is ...what's this?"

"It's gonna be fucking hot that's what, now go put it on." Louis went to the en suite bathroom to lose his joggers and shirt, slipping the panties on. They fit low on his hips, and he had to admit the pale lavender looked pretty good against his tan skin. The lining was deliciously soft and satiny and felt so good on his already excited cock. He turned around to check himself out in the scanty material that only covered the top half of his ass. He decided he looked fucking amazing.

"Louis I don't like to wait," Mr. Styles called out playfully.

"Coming daddy." He shyly stepped out and clasped his hands in front of him. "How do I look?"

Mr. Styles was lying sideways on the bed in just his black boxer briefs, propped up on his elbow. His eyes raked up and down Louis' body, chewing on his bottom lip. "Good enough to eat. Come to me." Louis scooted up close on the bed and Mr. Styles moved over him, capturing Louis' lips with his own as he rested a hand on his hip. He pushed his tongue inside the boy's mouth, sliding it over Louis' and sucking on it lightly for a moment.

He ran his finger along the edges of the panties, first the top, then down each side, teasing him, touching him everywhere but his quickly hardening cock. He grasped the fabric between his fingers and started tugging upwards on it, making the panties bunch up between Louis' ass. He pulled on it over and over, sliding it back and forth across Louis' now almost painfully hard erection. It gave him no relief, if anything it made it worse, teasing him with the silky satin barely causing any friction at all. Louis was mewling at this point and reached down to touch himself. "None of that Louis. You feel good when I want you to." He removed his hand and gave the side of Louis' ass a firm smack. Louis whined low in his throat.

"Please daddy please, it... it's gonna start hurting soon." Mr. Styles ignored him, shoving his tongue back in Louis' mouth and grinding on his bare thigh as he started pulling on the panties again. Louis eventually stopped squirming and assumed his most innocent voice. "I thought you said you'd never hurt me daddy. Touch me, please?"

Mr Styles smirked. "So needy Louis." He yanked the panties down just low enough to expose Louis' throbbing cock and closed the distance between them, grinding down hard against Louis and moving in circles.

"Oh fuck! Fuck daddy!" Louis screamed in relief. He lifted his hips off the mattress, doing his best to follow Mr. Styles' rhythm. It felt so fucking good but it still wasn't enough, he needed more, needed Mr. Styles inside him. The man quickly sat up, leaning back on his heels and earning a whine of protest from Louis.

"Shh, Louis, daddy has a surprise for you. Turn over. I want you face down. Ass up." Louis gasped, but did as he was told. He tried his best to look behind him but couldn't see much. "I said keep your face down, Louis. Don't make me tell you again." Louis listened and just closed his eyes, breathing heavily in anticipation as he felt the man caress his ass. Suddenly he felt him grip his cheeks in both hands and pull them apart. He jerked as Mr. Styles ran his tongue right down the center, dipping it inside his entrance.

"Oh, daddy!" He cried out, surprised. The man continued to lap at him lazily. He traced his rim with the tip of his tongue and Louis pushed back. "More, please!" Mr. Styles lifted his tongue and smacked Louis across the ass, hard enough to leave a pink handprint.

"You take what I give you and like it," he growled. He started licking at Louis again, pushing his tongue in. It was a strange sensation to Louis, but it felt so good, making him moan desperately. Mr. Styles replaced his tongue with a finger and slowly entered his wet hole. It was somewhat uncomfortable, since he was still so tight. Mr. Styles paused for a moment, then started to pump in and out, wriggling his finger back and forth to open him up.

"Can you take another?" He murmured.

"Please," Louis panted. It was starting to feel good. Another finger was slipped inside, and he started to scissor him open even more, fingering him deeply. After a few minutes Louis' thighs started shaking. He just wanted to come already but it wasn't enough to get him off. Mr. Styles seemed to understand and carefully removed his fingers. He pushed Louis over onto his back.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you Louis?"

"Oh, yes, please fuck me! I want it so bad," Louis begged, voice high and whiny. He wasn't even embarrassed, he needed it. The man slid the panties off and tossed them aside.

"Such a little slut," Mr. Styles murmured as he grabbed lube and a condom off his bedside table. He ripped the package open with his teeth and spit the foil on the floor. He put the condom just on the tip of his cock. "Put it on Louis. With that pretty mouth." Louis didn't really know what he was doing, but sat up and took Mr. Styles' cock in his mouth, pushing the condom all the way on as he took him in. He swallowed over it several times, before the man gently shoved Louis back down onto the bed.

"Good boy Louis." He snapped the top off the lube and poured some into his hand, spreading it all over his ready cock. "I'll start out slow okay?"

He gripped Louis' thighs and raised them off the mattress, lining up with his entrance. He eased just the tip in and waited, staring down at Louis whose face was scrunched up from the discomfort. Louis relaxed a little, and Mr. Styles pushed himself deeper inside, inch by inch, until he was completely inside of him.

Louis whimpered in protest from the pain. "Shh, Louis, relax. You'll get used to it. I'm gonna make you feel so good." The man rubbed his hands up and down Louis' legs soothingly, waiting patiently as Louis' tension melted away. Mr. Styles started to thrust into him, and Louis let out a shaky breath at the intense pressure. A change in angle made Louis arch his back off the bed and whine high and long.

"There it is," Mr. Styles remarked smugly.

"What the fuck was that?" Louis groaned.

"That was how I'm gonna make you cum even harder than yesterday baby," Mr. Styles purred as he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in, hitting Louis right in his prostate again.

"I want the neighbors to hear you scream for me baby. Scream for your daddy when I fuck you hard. Make them jealous." Louis' cock twitched from the dirty words. Mr. Styles noticed and took it in his hand, squeezing softly as he pulled out and thrust back in again, hitting the spot almost every time.

"Fuck, daddy!" Louis screamed in pleasure. Mr. Styles fucked him down into the bed, hard cock jabbing his prostate mercilessly with each snap of his hips. He moved faster, as Louis writhed beneath him. "Ugh, daddy fuck me harder!" Louis begged.

"Do you want to come Louis?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes please daddy let me come!" Louis yelled. The man reached one hand up to the wall to give himself leverage to slam into Louis as hard as he could. Louis scrambled his hands against the man's chest, holding onto his shoulders tightly. "Daddy faster!" He screwed his eyes shut and started letting out screams, it just felt so good, so fucking good he needed to -

"That's it Louis, scream for me. Scream for your daddy when I fuck you hard. Just the way you like it." The words of praise gave him the final push over the edge, and he came hard, spilling all over his heaving chest. Mr. Styles groaned loudly and his movements became sloppy and jerky as he came soon after, giving a few, slow thrusts as he finished. They both stayed motionless, panting hard as they came down from their highs. The man pulled out and collapsed next to Louis. He tossed the used condom in the trash and laughed a little when Louis felt the bed dip down beside him.

"Look at how wrecked you are. Did you enjoy yourself? Like getting fucked?"

Louis sighed loudly in content, not bothering to open his eyes as his daddy cleaned him off. "Yes daddy, so much." He felt a strong arm wrap around his waist and pull him in close. They laid there for a minute or two, and then the man spoke gently. "I think you need to get going Louis."

Louis really wished he could just stay here with Mr. Styles all night and snuggle up to him as he fell asleep, but he knew he couldn't. So he reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up, rubbing a hand through his mussed up sex hair as he let out a heavy sigh. "Okay."

He got up and sucked in a quick breath at the sharp pain in his ass. "Shit!"

Mr. Styles chuckled amused. "Sorry baby. You'll get used to it." Louis flushed hot and didn't respond, just gathering his clothes and getting dressed. As he made his way to the door, the man cleared his throat.

"Good night Louis. I expect I'll see you in class tomorrow?"

"Yes daddy. Good night," Louis quietly answered. He made his way downstairs and carefully shut the front door behind him. Driving home in the dead of night he played music softly in the background, trying to distract himself from thinking about where this was heading. He just lost his virginity to his teacher. It was wrong. And he couldn't care less.

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